Disclaimer- Don't own DBZ...nice wish, though
A/N- Thanks for the reviews!
The next day, Vegeta went about his business, leaving Mila to stay alone all day long. Bur for some reason, he couldn't get his mind off her.
Stop it! Vegeta thought to himself. Do not let some physical attraction distract you!
Still, she remained on his mind.
Mila, though, had more things to worry about. Having been separated from her family, she could only wonder where they were now. And if that wasn't bad enough, she also had to clean Vegeta's quarters, which weren't exactly small.
In the midst of her chores, she heard the door open, and a voice that definitely was not Vegeta's.
"Vegeta, where the hell are you!?" the voice rang out.
Mila reluctantly walked into the living room where she saw a muscular bald guy standing in the door.
"Who are you?" he asked her cautiously.
"Prince Vegeta's servant," Mila answered coldly.
The stranger looked her up and down, taking a step forward.
"He's not here right now. Come back later," Mila said shakily, afraid of his intentions.
"I think I'll stay..." he said smirking. But before he could move, a voice interrupted him.
"Nappa, what are you doing in my room?!" Vegeta said, entering the room.
Nappa stiffened and turned around to face Vegeta.
"Uh, nothing. I was just coming to get you," Nappa replied. Vegeta studied him carefully.
"Go ahead, I'll be around in a minute or so."
"Sure thing," Nappa said, giving Mila a quick glance before leaving. Vegeta then turned his attention to Mila.
"That was Nappa," Vegeta said, sitting down. "He's an idiot, pay no mind to him. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"No, but not that you care," Mila said quietly.
Vegeta stared at her, then sighed, figuring arguing was pointless.
"I have no time to bicker with you, woman," Vegeta said. "And.....you can forget about your chores."
"Huh?" Mila said, surprised. Vegeta turned around, blushing slightly.
"I am quite capable of taking care of myself and my things," he said, standing up to go.
"Goodbye, woman."
Vegeta came back, and dinner was ready for him. Mila sat at the table, having already begun eating. Everything had been cleaned.
"How did you manage this?" Vegeta asked roughly, sitting down across from her.
"I called the chef, and had some food brought up," she said smiling. "Plus, this place was a mess, so I cleaned it anyway. I'm not totally useless, you know."
"Uh, thanks," Vegeta said sitting down to eat.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Fine..." Vegeta said cautiously. "But tell me...."
"What?" Mila said, looking at him.
"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" Vegeta questioned.
Mila looked down at her plate, shrugging.
"I don't know," she said quietly. The two sat in silence for a minute.
"Tell me about yourself, woman," Vegeta said calmly.
"Well, first off, my name is not woman," she snapped. Regret flashed in her eyes, scared that she might be thrown across the room again.
Vegeta scowled at her, then smiled slightly. Seeing his expression change, Mila grinned.
"Sorry, for a minute there, I thought you were going to kill me," Mila laughed quietly. Vegeta just shook his head.
"I'm not going to kill you," he said gruffly. "Besides, you make good food..."
"Glad to be of service," Mila said sarcastically. "But anyway, you want to know about me?"
"Well, I might as well know something about someone who is living with me," he replied.
"Let's see, my life was pretty uneventful up until now, I guess. I'm only nineteen," she said. Vegeta pitied her for just a moment, but shoved the emotion away. Mila explained about her life, her planet, and what she was like. Vegeta continued eating, listening contently.
"When our planet was attacked, most of my family was killed, and I was taken away from the rest. I haven't seen anyone else I know since," Mila continued, her voice wavering.
"I'm ..sorry," Vegeta said quietly. He could've slapped himself for saying that. I'm going soft, Vegeta thought.
"Don't be. You're not the one who killed them," she said. Mila looked up at him. "Do you actually do the same thing as the people who destroyed my people?"
Vegeta didn't say anything, instead letting the silence answer her question.
Mila's expression hardened, covering up the pain that engulfed her.
"Tell me about yourself, Prince Vegeta," she asked, showing a smile.
"No," Vegeta scowled. "My past is none of your concern." Mila's face suddenly registered anger.
"I'm sorry I even bothered to care!" Mila spat, getting up to do the dishes.
"Quiet, you," he growled, getting up to go train.
Vegeta walked into his training room and furiously began fighting an imaginary target. But tonight, his mind just wasn't on it. And he knew why.
Damn it! Why the hell is she affecting me so much!? I don't even care about her!!!
Deciding to turn in for the night after a mere thirty minutes, he figured he'd be okay the next day.
He could already hear the girl laying in his bed, crying, as he came to his bedroom door.
Silently, he took off his armor and climbed in the bed, startling her. She jumped up, standing on the bed.
"My god, don't do that again!" she said, panting. Vegeta laughed until he noticed tears glistening on her face in the dark,
"What is it?" he asked roughly.
"What....Oh," she said wiping the tears from her face as she sat down. "Nothing."
Vegeta figured he wouldn't bother as he laid back down. He wasn't exactly the sentimental type. But Mila took the opportunity to talk.
"I'm just scared," her voice trembled. "I'm all alone, and I don't even know what happened to the only people I had left to care about."
Vegeta sat back up and looked at her, quite confused.
She gazed at him, then just began crying. She covered her face in attempt to hide her tears as sobs began to emerge from her pale lips.
"Oh...come on now, woman!" Vegeta said. "Don't cry, please, don't cry!"
Oh, man! What am I s'posed to do NOW!? Vegeta thought, attempting to comfort the girl. He stuck his hands out to hold her but froze, bewildered by this situation.
Still quite unsure of what to do, he simply took Mila in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, letting all her frustration come out at that moment.
Vegeta sat there with her, unmoving, and uncertain of what would happen next.
Soon, her cries died down to small whimpers and sniffs. She moved her head and looked at him.
All Vegeta could do was look in to her beautiful eyes.
Before either of them knew it, they were leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met, touching softly. Then the kiss became more passionate as Mila wrapped her arms around his neck.
To Vegeta's surprise, Mila pulled away.
"I'm sorry," she said, turning over to sleep.
He just sat there, quite puzzled, then turned over and attempted to sleep.
A/N- Thanks for the reviews!
The next day, Vegeta went about his business, leaving Mila to stay alone all day long. Bur for some reason, he couldn't get his mind off her.
Stop it! Vegeta thought to himself. Do not let some physical attraction distract you!
Still, she remained on his mind.
Mila, though, had more things to worry about. Having been separated from her family, she could only wonder where they were now. And if that wasn't bad enough, she also had to clean Vegeta's quarters, which weren't exactly small.
In the midst of her chores, she heard the door open, and a voice that definitely was not Vegeta's.
"Vegeta, where the hell are you!?" the voice rang out.
Mila reluctantly walked into the living room where she saw a muscular bald guy standing in the door.
"Who are you?" he asked her cautiously.
"Prince Vegeta's servant," Mila answered coldly.
The stranger looked her up and down, taking a step forward.
"He's not here right now. Come back later," Mila said shakily, afraid of his intentions.
"I think I'll stay..." he said smirking. But before he could move, a voice interrupted him.
"Nappa, what are you doing in my room?!" Vegeta said, entering the room.
Nappa stiffened and turned around to face Vegeta.
"Uh, nothing. I was just coming to get you," Nappa replied. Vegeta studied him carefully.
"Go ahead, I'll be around in a minute or so."
"Sure thing," Nappa said, giving Mila a quick glance before leaving. Vegeta then turned his attention to Mila.
"That was Nappa," Vegeta said, sitting down. "He's an idiot, pay no mind to him. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"No, but not that you care," Mila said quietly.
Vegeta stared at her, then sighed, figuring arguing was pointless.
"I have no time to bicker with you, woman," Vegeta said. "And.....you can forget about your chores."
"Huh?" Mila said, surprised. Vegeta turned around, blushing slightly.
"I am quite capable of taking care of myself and my things," he said, standing up to go.
"Goodbye, woman."
Vegeta came back, and dinner was ready for him. Mila sat at the table, having already begun eating. Everything had been cleaned.
"How did you manage this?" Vegeta asked roughly, sitting down across from her.
"I called the chef, and had some food brought up," she said smiling. "Plus, this place was a mess, so I cleaned it anyway. I'm not totally useless, you know."
"Uh, thanks," Vegeta said sitting down to eat.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Fine..." Vegeta said cautiously. "But tell me...."
"What?" Mila said, looking at him.
"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" Vegeta questioned.
Mila looked down at her plate, shrugging.
"I don't know," she said quietly. The two sat in silence for a minute.
"Tell me about yourself, woman," Vegeta said calmly.
"Well, first off, my name is not woman," she snapped. Regret flashed in her eyes, scared that she might be thrown across the room again.
Vegeta scowled at her, then smiled slightly. Seeing his expression change, Mila grinned.
"Sorry, for a minute there, I thought you were going to kill me," Mila laughed quietly. Vegeta just shook his head.
"I'm not going to kill you," he said gruffly. "Besides, you make good food..."
"Glad to be of service," Mila said sarcastically. "But anyway, you want to know about me?"
"Well, I might as well know something about someone who is living with me," he replied.
"Let's see, my life was pretty uneventful up until now, I guess. I'm only nineteen," she said. Vegeta pitied her for just a moment, but shoved the emotion away. Mila explained about her life, her planet, and what she was like. Vegeta continued eating, listening contently.
"When our planet was attacked, most of my family was killed, and I was taken away from the rest. I haven't seen anyone else I know since," Mila continued, her voice wavering.
"I'm ..sorry," Vegeta said quietly. He could've slapped himself for saying that. I'm going soft, Vegeta thought.
"Don't be. You're not the one who killed them," she said. Mila looked up at him. "Do you actually do the same thing as the people who destroyed my people?"
Vegeta didn't say anything, instead letting the silence answer her question.
Mila's expression hardened, covering up the pain that engulfed her.
"Tell me about yourself, Prince Vegeta," she asked, showing a smile.
"No," Vegeta scowled. "My past is none of your concern." Mila's face suddenly registered anger.
"I'm sorry I even bothered to care!" Mila spat, getting up to do the dishes.
"Quiet, you," he growled, getting up to go train.
Vegeta walked into his training room and furiously began fighting an imaginary target. But tonight, his mind just wasn't on it. And he knew why.
Damn it! Why the hell is she affecting me so much!? I don't even care about her!!!
Deciding to turn in for the night after a mere thirty minutes, he figured he'd be okay the next day.
He could already hear the girl laying in his bed, crying, as he came to his bedroom door.
Silently, he took off his armor and climbed in the bed, startling her. She jumped up, standing on the bed.
"My god, don't do that again!" she said, panting. Vegeta laughed until he noticed tears glistening on her face in the dark,
"What is it?" he asked roughly.
"What....Oh," she said wiping the tears from her face as she sat down. "Nothing."
Vegeta figured he wouldn't bother as he laid back down. He wasn't exactly the sentimental type. But Mila took the opportunity to talk.
"I'm just scared," her voice trembled. "I'm all alone, and I don't even know what happened to the only people I had left to care about."
Vegeta sat back up and looked at her, quite confused.
She gazed at him, then just began crying. She covered her face in attempt to hide her tears as sobs began to emerge from her pale lips.
"Oh...come on now, woman!" Vegeta said. "Don't cry, please, don't cry!"
Oh, man! What am I s'posed to do NOW!? Vegeta thought, attempting to comfort the girl. He stuck his hands out to hold her but froze, bewildered by this situation.
Still quite unsure of what to do, he simply took Mila in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, letting all her frustration come out at that moment.
Vegeta sat there with her, unmoving, and uncertain of what would happen next.
Soon, her cries died down to small whimpers and sniffs. She moved her head and looked at him.
All Vegeta could do was look in to her beautiful eyes.
Before either of them knew it, they were leaning in for a kiss. Their lips met, touching softly. Then the kiss became more passionate as Mila wrapped her arms around his neck.
To Vegeta's surprise, Mila pulled away.
"I'm sorry," she said, turning over to sleep.
He just sat there, quite puzzled, then turned over and attempted to sleep.