The Adversary
By Courtney
Part 4
They were back at Capsule Corp. Bulma sighed as she once again looked at her demolished room.
"Come on," she lead Vegeta, Chi Chi and Goku into the kitchen.
"So, Vegeta," she said through a mouthful of yoghurt. "Was that your ship back in that forest?"
He didn't answer, just humped.
"Um…why did it suddenly blow up?"
He snorted, "That moron, Nappa, collapsed on the self-destruction button." He was starting to get annoyed.
"What did you say we were again?" Goku called out.
Vegeta glared at him. "Hmp! We're Saiyajins from the most powerful race in the universe. The ultimate warrior generation."
"Well then what the hell are you doing here intruding my time with my darling, Goku?!!" Chi Chi bursted out.
"Is that all you damn women think about?!" Vegeta glared at Chi Chi up and down in disgust. "You're nothing but a sluttish wrench!"
Chi Chi gasped. Bulma couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Goku defended Chi Chi.
Bulma sweat-dropped. 'Ohh, this could get messy,' she thought.
"I think it's time you two finished your little date," she said pushing Goku and Chi Chi towards the door and shutting it after they left. She leaned her back against the door and let out a long breath. After a while she stood up and looked at Vegeta.
"You don't have a place to stay now, do you?"
"Hmp! I don't need your pity!!" he snapped.
"I'm pitying you. Well, maybe a little, but hey, come on, I'll get you a room across the corridor from my room. Hmm?"
No response.
"But you have to promise not to blow up any more rooms, okay?"
He looked at her and smirked. "We'll see."
She looked at him suspiciously and smiled. "One more thing, I'm having a late Valentine's day party next week, so the decorating people will be going around poking in here and there," she said as she lead him to his room.
~*~
"Come on, Veggie-chan, come out of that capsule and have a picnic with me!" Bulma cheerfully bounced up and down outside the gravity room that she had gotten her dad to build for Vegeta so that he didn't get bored just watching her. Vegeta spends all his time in there, now she wished that her dad hadn't made it in the first place.
"Come on Veggie-chan, let's go…" she whined.
"Stop pestering me woman!!"
"Please Veggie-chan," she pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"No!"
"Pleaseeee…"
"Go Away!!"
Bulma pushed her bottom lip out and pretended to cry like she used to do to her father when she didn't get what she wanted.
Vegeta's face softened a little. "Urgh," he sighed throwing his hands up in the air.
"Yeepee!! Come on Veggie-chan!!" Bulma looped her hands around Vegeta's arm and skipped outside.
~*~
Bulma unfolded a red and white squared cloth over the ground and sat on it. Vegeta did the same.
"Now, before we eat, I wanna give you something," Bulma said and pulled a basket over to where she was. She opened it and took out a box wrapped in blue wrapping paper and handed it to Vegeta.
He blinked. "What's this?"
"It's a present, silly."
"Well, why 're you giving it to me?"
"Because I want to."
He raised an eyebrow. Bulma sighed, "Before you came, Goku, Chi Chi, me and all the people who're invited to the party next week, gathered and exchanged gifts on Valentines Day. I just thought that it wouldn't be fair if you didn't get one too. So go on and open it already."
Vegeta stared at it blankly, but after a while he flipped the lid open. He pulled out a white shirt with 'Badman' written across the back. He examined it for a while and then grinned. Taking off the shirt he had on now, he putted on his Badman shirt.
Bulma laughed. "I knew you'd like it!"
"But I don't have a gift for you," Vegeta said looking at her.
"Don't worry, you don't have to get me a present."
"Shall we?" Bulma asked taking two sandwiches out of the basket and handing one to Vegeta.
~*~
"Come on, Kakkarot! I don't want to waste my whole day rummaging through this damn mall! I have training to do!!" Vegeta growled at Goku as they searched the mall.
"You sure you don't want to get her a beach ball? I mean, she does go to the beach a lot."
"Kakkarot, this is Bulma we're talking about! I'm not going to give her an overgrown balloon for a present! That's inexcusable! I want to get her something good."
Just then, he caught sight of a crimson dress hanging from a shelf. 'It's perfect!' he thought silently.
Vegeta wasted no time in rushing into the store and calling for the shopkeeper.
"Can I help you, sir?" the shopkeeper weakly said.
"I want this garment wrapped immediately!"
"Yes, sir. What kind of wrapping paper would you like?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Sir, what kind of wrapping paper would you like?" the shopkeeper repeated. " We have French, Romantic, Christmas, Casual, Easter--"
"Casual," Vegeta cut in.
"Would you like a ribbon with it?
"Yes."
"Do you---"
"Oh, just wrap the damn thing already!!!" Vegeta roared.
"Yes, sir, right away, sir," the keeper managed to squeak out.
~*~
Bulma once again found herself flicking through the channels. Screen after screen flashed through her eyes.
"Bulma?"
She blinked. Bulma gazed blankly across the room at Vegeta. Her gaze drifted to the box he was holding. Vegeta slowly walked over and placed it on her lap.
He hesitated. "Here.." he mumbled, his voice low and soft. "I got you a gift too."
"You shouldn't have."
"I wanted to," Vegeta insisted.
Bulma smiled warmly at him. She tapped the seat next to her, motioning him to come sit with her. He paused for a while but sat down anyway.
Bulma carefully lifted the lid off the box and looked inside. She pulled out a photo frame and examined the picture. Vegeta stood in the middle, sideways. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets and she could tell that he wasn't too happy then by the frown that was pasted on his face. She looked away from the picture and turned her head towards Vegeta, a questioning look on her face.
"Kakkarot insisted I get a picture as well as the garment."
"The garment?" Bulma quickly shifted her gaze back inside the box and her eyes lit up in delight. She admiringly pulled out a long red dress. The dark shade of red from the dress suited her perfectly. Her fingers tingled through the soft velvet and she hugged the dress to her chest.
"Oh, Vegeta, thank you. It's beautiful!" she cried as she squeezed him in a warm hug and kissed him on the cheek.
Vegeta stared at her with a questioning look on his face. Bulma gave him a mischievous smile. He smiled as well and leaning over he kissed her on the lips. Her lips were so soft against his, so tender and gentle. Bulma melted into Vegeta's strong arms. Vegeta pulled back and gazed deeply into her eyes, and then reached forward for another kiss.
~*~
Vegeta smirked as he walked to the gravity room.
"Hey you!!" a rough voice suddenly called out. Vegeta whirled around. A man that looked the same age as him approached him, and angry scowl on his face.
"What the hell do you want?!" Vegeta demanded crossing his arms arrogantly.
The man sneered, "Word has it the you got something going with Bulma."
Vegeta snorted, "The woman's nothing but a hussy! Who're you to tell me?!"
"Where are my manners," the man spat and glared daggers at him. "I am Yamcha, and I'll have you know, she is not a hussy!"
Vegeta raised a brow, 'What the hell is this guy up to?!'
"You stay away from her!!!" Yamcha threatened. "She's my girl and I don't ever want to see you with her ever again!!!"
"My, jealous aren't we?" Vegeta taunted. Swirling back around, he headed for gravity room once again.
Yamcha gritted his teeth. 'She's my girl,' he repeated in his head. 'And I'm going to make sure that she'll be mine forever!!'
~*~
Author's Note: i luv reviews so please do and the more reviews the more my ego will become, and with my big ego comes more and more chapters!! ^.~
By Courtney
Part 4
They were back at Capsule Corp. Bulma sighed as she once again looked at her demolished room.
"Come on," she lead Vegeta, Chi Chi and Goku into the kitchen.
"So, Vegeta," she said through a mouthful of yoghurt. "Was that your ship back in that forest?"
He didn't answer, just humped.
"Um…why did it suddenly blow up?"
He snorted, "That moron, Nappa, collapsed on the self-destruction button." He was starting to get annoyed.
"What did you say we were again?" Goku called out.
Vegeta glared at him. "Hmp! We're Saiyajins from the most powerful race in the universe. The ultimate warrior generation."
"Well then what the hell are you doing here intruding my time with my darling, Goku?!!" Chi Chi bursted out.
"Is that all you damn women think about?!" Vegeta glared at Chi Chi up and down in disgust. "You're nothing but a sluttish wrench!"
Chi Chi gasped. Bulma couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Goku defended Chi Chi.
Bulma sweat-dropped. 'Ohh, this could get messy,' she thought.
"I think it's time you two finished your little date," she said pushing Goku and Chi Chi towards the door and shutting it after they left. She leaned her back against the door and let out a long breath. After a while she stood up and looked at Vegeta.
"You don't have a place to stay now, do you?"
"Hmp! I don't need your pity!!" he snapped.
"I'm pitying you. Well, maybe a little, but hey, come on, I'll get you a room across the corridor from my room. Hmm?"
No response.
"But you have to promise not to blow up any more rooms, okay?"
He looked at her and smirked. "We'll see."
She looked at him suspiciously and smiled. "One more thing, I'm having a late Valentine's day party next week, so the decorating people will be going around poking in here and there," she said as she lead him to his room.
~*~
"Come on, Veggie-chan, come out of that capsule and have a picnic with me!" Bulma cheerfully bounced up and down outside the gravity room that she had gotten her dad to build for Vegeta so that he didn't get bored just watching her. Vegeta spends all his time in there, now she wished that her dad hadn't made it in the first place.
"Come on Veggie-chan, let's go…" she whined.
"Stop pestering me woman!!"
"Please Veggie-chan," she pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"No!"
"Pleaseeee…"
"Go Away!!"
Bulma pushed her bottom lip out and pretended to cry like she used to do to her father when she didn't get what she wanted.
Vegeta's face softened a little. "Urgh," he sighed throwing his hands up in the air.
"Yeepee!! Come on Veggie-chan!!" Bulma looped her hands around Vegeta's arm and skipped outside.
~*~
Bulma unfolded a red and white squared cloth over the ground and sat on it. Vegeta did the same.
"Now, before we eat, I wanna give you something," Bulma said and pulled a basket over to where she was. She opened it and took out a box wrapped in blue wrapping paper and handed it to Vegeta.
He blinked. "What's this?"
"It's a present, silly."
"Well, why 're you giving it to me?"
"Because I want to."
He raised an eyebrow. Bulma sighed, "Before you came, Goku, Chi Chi, me and all the people who're invited to the party next week, gathered and exchanged gifts on Valentines Day. I just thought that it wouldn't be fair if you didn't get one too. So go on and open it already."
Vegeta stared at it blankly, but after a while he flipped the lid open. He pulled out a white shirt with 'Badman' written across the back. He examined it for a while and then grinned. Taking off the shirt he had on now, he putted on his Badman shirt.
Bulma laughed. "I knew you'd like it!"
"But I don't have a gift for you," Vegeta said looking at her.
"Don't worry, you don't have to get me a present."
"Shall we?" Bulma asked taking two sandwiches out of the basket and handing one to Vegeta.
~*~
"Come on, Kakkarot! I don't want to waste my whole day rummaging through this damn mall! I have training to do!!" Vegeta growled at Goku as they searched the mall.
"You sure you don't want to get her a beach ball? I mean, she does go to the beach a lot."
"Kakkarot, this is Bulma we're talking about! I'm not going to give her an overgrown balloon for a present! That's inexcusable! I want to get her something good."
Just then, he caught sight of a crimson dress hanging from a shelf. 'It's perfect!' he thought silently.
Vegeta wasted no time in rushing into the store and calling for the shopkeeper.
"Can I help you, sir?" the shopkeeper weakly said.
"I want this garment wrapped immediately!"
"Yes, sir. What kind of wrapping paper would you like?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Sir, what kind of wrapping paper would you like?" the shopkeeper repeated. " We have French, Romantic, Christmas, Casual, Easter--"
"Casual," Vegeta cut in.
"Would you like a ribbon with it?
"Yes."
"Do you---"
"Oh, just wrap the damn thing already!!!" Vegeta roared.
"Yes, sir, right away, sir," the keeper managed to squeak out.
~*~
Bulma once again found herself flicking through the channels. Screen after screen flashed through her eyes.
"Bulma?"
She blinked. Bulma gazed blankly across the room at Vegeta. Her gaze drifted to the box he was holding. Vegeta slowly walked over and placed it on her lap.
He hesitated. "Here.." he mumbled, his voice low and soft. "I got you a gift too."
"You shouldn't have."
"I wanted to," Vegeta insisted.
Bulma smiled warmly at him. She tapped the seat next to her, motioning him to come sit with her. He paused for a while but sat down anyway.
Bulma carefully lifted the lid off the box and looked inside. She pulled out a photo frame and examined the picture. Vegeta stood in the middle, sideways. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets and she could tell that he wasn't too happy then by the frown that was pasted on his face. She looked away from the picture and turned her head towards Vegeta, a questioning look on her face.
"Kakkarot insisted I get a picture as well as the garment."
"The garment?" Bulma quickly shifted her gaze back inside the box and her eyes lit up in delight. She admiringly pulled out a long red dress. The dark shade of red from the dress suited her perfectly. Her fingers tingled through the soft velvet and she hugged the dress to her chest.
"Oh, Vegeta, thank you. It's beautiful!" she cried as she squeezed him in a warm hug and kissed him on the cheek.
Vegeta stared at her with a questioning look on his face. Bulma gave him a mischievous smile. He smiled as well and leaning over he kissed her on the lips. Her lips were so soft against his, so tender and gentle. Bulma melted into Vegeta's strong arms. Vegeta pulled back and gazed deeply into her eyes, and then reached forward for another kiss.
~*~
Vegeta smirked as he walked to the gravity room.
"Hey you!!" a rough voice suddenly called out. Vegeta whirled around. A man that looked the same age as him approached him, and angry scowl on his face.
"What the hell do you want?!" Vegeta demanded crossing his arms arrogantly.
The man sneered, "Word has it the you got something going with Bulma."
Vegeta snorted, "The woman's nothing but a hussy! Who're you to tell me?!"
"Where are my manners," the man spat and glared daggers at him. "I am Yamcha, and I'll have you know, she is not a hussy!"
Vegeta raised a brow, 'What the hell is this guy up to?!'
"You stay away from her!!!" Yamcha threatened. "She's my girl and I don't ever want to see you with her ever again!!!"
"My, jealous aren't we?" Vegeta taunted. Swirling back around, he headed for gravity room once again.
Yamcha gritted his teeth. 'She's my girl,' he repeated in his head. 'And I'm going to make sure that she'll be mine forever!!'
~*~
Author's Note: i luv reviews so please do and the more reviews the more my ego will become, and with my big ego comes more and more chapters!! ^.~