Disclaimer: I of course, am far too lazy to make own characters, so…I'm using the ones in DBZ.
Note: I haven't worked on this one for a long time. Going back and looking at it…Well, all I can truly say is this: Vegita's character has only two excuses: one, he's gone Bonkers (with a capital B) or, (the truth) this is all just a weird dream I had so naturally it makes no sense at all.
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"You're
back…" Bulma said, looking Vegita up and down. He was a sorry sight indeed.
"Of
course I am, I had matters to attend to," Vegita replied casually. This was, obviously a lie, Vegita had
actually ended up sleeping under several bridges and had come by only one
shower since the last time he'd seen Bulma. All of the above annoyed him enormously.
"Oh
really? Well, I feel sorry for the
other parties involved," Bulma turned and pulled out a box of cereal, her
turned back hiding her smile.
Vegita
looked around and shifted a little. "Well, are you going to make me food or what?" he
demanded. His hair was even wilder
then usual and he felt oddly short in Bulma's kitchen.
"I
didn't ask you to come into the light of day so you could order me
around."
Vegita
looked around the kitchen hungrily and then, after being ignored some more by
Bulma, started to leave.
"What's
the matter? Too scared to have
breakfast with me?"
"Not
your life woman, just too high and mighty." He turned and smirked at her.
"Well
then, at least take some sort of shower, you stink."
Vegita
opened his mouth, but then thought better of using that corner of his
vocabulary on Bulma. This
wasn't exactly the 'welcome back' he'd expected.
Irritably
he left the room.
Bulma
sat down, equally irritable at the table with her cereal and coffee. She hadn't meant for things to go
like that.
It
wasn't until late afternoon that Bulma saw Vegita again. "Hey!" she said,
"come with me, I'm going to teach you how to cook."
"W-What?" Too late –Bulma
had already dragged him into the kitchen.
"Bulma! I am Not cooking! I'm a fucking prince!"
"We
are going to make roast beef, mashed potatoes with gravy, and salad got
it?" She continued, ignoring
him.
"Woman!" Vegita cried, utterly aghast.
"This
is measuring cup," Bulma said smoothly.
Soon,
Vegita was chopping up vegetables, and inquiring about various metallic
objects. "What is that ?"
"That
is a whisk. You are going to make
the potatoes with it."
Vegita
groaned.
"What's that?"
"That's a spat Chula, and that's an
eggbeater, those are salad tossers…"
At long last the meal was done, and the kitchen looked
like a war zone. But, there was food on the table.
"Really good food," at that, was how Bulma
put it. "Damn you, your
gravy is better than mine!"
"What's that? Could you say that a little louder?" Vegita smirked.
"No…Oh, hey –Vegita, want some
wine?"
"Some what?"
"Of course you do. Here try some of—*POP* this."
Bulma
poured two wine glasses and gave one to Vegita. Who stared at the red smelly stuff for a moment. It was good quality, though he
didn't know it, and he quickly glugged the whole thing down -- and then
nearly fell off his chair when the whole world swirled around him.
He and Bulma sat together in the kitchen, drinking the
wine in the dwindling rays of the sun. "You know," Bulma said, her face glowing bright red after
six glasses, "You might be short, but you're still a hottie".
Vegita, who'd never been called that before
wondered if he was supposed to say or do something.
"Any more wine?" he asked.
Bulma nodded and stumbled out of
her seat into the splattered cooking area and returned with another bottle.
They
didn't even bother with glasses this time.
The sunset filled the green bottle and
made the wine sparkle like liquid fire.
"Vegita,"
Bulma slurred, "have you
ever been in love?"
"Love?
Love?!" Vegita laughed, "never! I don't know the meaning of the word."
"Why
not? Why are you so cold all the time?"
Vegita
gave her a guarded look, Bulma's chair screeched as she pulled it nearer.
And then suddenly, she kissed him!
Vegita was so shocked he dropped the bottle. Shiny
green glass splintered on the floor as the remainder of the wine snaked across
the floor in a scarlet stream.
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THE END?
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Sorry…I didn't know how else to end it. Even as it is, this is by far the mushiest thing I've *ever* written. Heh heh heh…again, my apologizes for Vegita's character and taking so long ^^;; my life's such hell.
Anywho, THANX for reading! And I promise not to talk anymore if u review this.lol. Thanks again ;0)