The Machine
"Woman! That MACHINE broke again," Vegeta slammed open the door and stormed into Bulma's room. "I DEMAND you fix it!"
"Ahhhhh," Bulma yelled, "Vegeta, you pervert! Close that door! Don't you ever knock?!"
Bulma was rapped in a small blue towel, almost the same color of her hair. She had just finished with her shower and was about to get changed when she heard stomps coming down the hall. She was somewhat frightened when she heard them because her parents had driven into town to get some food, Yamcha was busy with Master Roshi, and Vegeta was training as usual. But he wasn't training he was here, and she was in her towel!
"Vegeta, What do you think you're doing! I'm changing," Bulma rushed over to Vegeta and spun him on his heel. "Stay there! And don't peek!"
"Why would I PEEK?! Saiyans don't PEEK, Woman!" Vegeta crossed his arms and looked at the closed door.
Bulma ran back to her closet and began to go through her clothing. She tossed all sorts of things out over her head, then all of a sudden she said, "All done. Now what did you want, storming in here like that!"
"Woman are your ears blocked, My machine broke, I demand you fix it this instant!" Vegeta commanded as he spun around.
Bulma turned her head away and closed her eyes refusing to look at him. "No," she said simply.
"No! What do you mean, No," Bulma could see the vein in Vegeta's head began to pound. He walked over to her, "Woman if I'm to save this weak planet, I need to get stronger! Do you want to die!"
"No," said Bulma. She pointed her finger at Vegeta and poked his chest, "You need this break, and I'm gonna make sure that 'machine' doesn't get fixed until I think you've had enough rest! Think about it you're of no use to anyone unless you relax and take it easy for a while!"
Vegeta scrunched up his face and looked away. "How long?"
Bulma was a little taken aback by his manner, "I'll tell you when you're break is over!"
Vegeta mumbled something under his breath, then walked toward the door, "I'll be back late," then he turned to leave.
"Don't worry Vegeta, I'll be back later too," Bulma said as she turned back around to pick out some shoes. She felt a firm grip on her arm as Vegeta grabbed her and she was spun around.
"Where are you going," he seemed a bit upset. "Tell me Woman!"
"Not that It's any of your business, but I'm going out with Yamcha," she shook loose from his grip. "And if you don't mind I would like to get ready before he gets here!" Vegeta made a growling sound, but he left. Bulma thought he seemed a little like a protective father, or a jealous boyfriend, but no, Vegeta would never care about her like that. Would he? She got ready with that little thought in the back of her head.
Later that evening:
"So, Yamcha, what should we do next," Bulma and Yamcha were walking down the small street on their way to the fair. There was a pretty girl standing outside the ice cream shop, and Yamcha seemed more interested in the girl than her! Bulma looked over at Yamcha to see him wave and wink.
"Hi," says Yamcha and she giggles.
"Yamcha! What do you think you're doing! Are you even listening to me," Bulma stopped and pulled on Yamcha's arm.
"Bulma, clam down. What's wrong with a little flirting," He puts his hand behind his head and scratched it. With a big smile, "No harm done, and it's not like we're steady. I mean we can still see other people, and if it doesn't work out between us I always have a back up plan."
Big mistake! Bulma began to turn red with anger from the tip of her nose to the ends of her hair. When the smoke began to form he knew he had to fix the mistake.
"Well, it's not like I just go out with you! I mean, It's not married!" Strike two.
"Well, Yamcha, if that's how you feel, then leave," Bulma spun on her heal, and turned her back on him. 'Any minuet now,' she thought, 'He'll come back begging me to forgive him, and I won't! Yes, any minuet now!'
Bulma waited on the street corner for half and hour before she realized that Yamcha wasn't coming back. She took a step back and fell into the bench behind her. Putting her hands over her face she began to cry.
Then as she started to fall into her own self-pity, she heard a familiar voice, "Woman won't even fix my machine. How can she expect me to save the world if I can't even train!"
Bulma looked up in time to see Vegeta walk by. My but he looked different. He had on a pair of jeans and a muscle shirt. He looked...relaxed.
Bulma watched as he walked into the bar across the street, and she chased after him. He sat at a table in a dark corner. 'That would be where he sat', thought Bulma. Bulma walked over to his table and slid into the seat across from him.
"Wha...Woman! What are you doing here! Did you finish my machine yet," He began to stand, but she grabbed his arm to pull him back to his seat.
"No! As I told you, I'm not fixing OUR machine until you've had enough time to relax!"
"Well then woman, why are you here? You went out with that Boy earlier, why aren't you with him?" He turned away as he said it, to stair at the wall.
Bulma could tell he was holding something back from his little quire.
"He...he...we broke-up," Bulma squeezed out, Vegeta peered at her from the corner of his eye.
"Well people, What'll ya have," asked the waitress as she approached their table.
"Bring me something strong, this weak planet can't possibly hold up to my standards of drink," Vegeta told the woman.
"Give me what you're going to give him," Vegeta stares at Bulma, "I could use some stiffing up." The waitress comes back a minuet later with two glasses of golden-brown liquid.
"What is it," Bulma dipped her finger into the liquid and it dripped from it back into the cup. She put her finger in her mouth and recoiled. It tasted hot, but it had ice in it!
Seeing her reaction Vegeta gave some advice, "Just drink it," and took a sip. He slightly cringed, but returned to normal. "The trick is to not taste it," he took another drink and did not make a face.
"And you had better not tell anyone that you saw that," Vegeta lowered his shirt, to cover his small, almost invisible, birthmark. But Bulma didn't mind, it gave her a reason to see his sculpted chest again.
Bulma leaned in, "Vegeta, did you ever have a stupid plan, and you wanted it to work, so you could get back at someone?"
"Well lets see, I want to get back at Kakarot, and I plan on being the most powerful Saiyan in the universe, but I don't have any of those stupid plans for either."
"Well I was wondering if you would help me with Yamcha," Vegeta looked at Bulma, and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm listening," then Bulma proceeded to tell him her plan. To get back at Yamcha.
"Hey, Vegeta, where's Bulma," he had a dozen red roses and a box of candy. "I need to say I'm sorry, because she's mad at me and I don't want her thinking that I don't need her." He nudges Vegeta in his side. "You know when I need someone around to do things for me."
Vegeta grabs Yamcha and pushes him against the wall outside his machine that is finally getting repaired. "Stay away from My Woman!"
"Vegeta, what are you talking about!" Yamcha tries to wiggle out of Vegeta's grasp, but he is held firm.
"I'm with Bulma now! You gave up any clam you had over her yesterday, and now I am here to protect her."
"Vegeta, Hon, I'm almost done with the repairs," Bulma walks over to Vegeta and slips her arm around his waist, she can feel his muscles tighten.
"What's going on?"
"Yamcha was just leaving, and he apologized for yesterday." Vegeta lowered Yamcha, and he was released from Vegeta's grip.
"Yeah, I'll see you later Bulma," Vegeta gave him the evil eye, and he left.
"Oh, Vegeta," Bulma clapped her hands, "This is wonderful! He's scared out of his wits and I have you to thank! If you can keep this up, I'll make sure your machine is well oiled every day!"
"Fine. Now leave me alone, and finish your work!"
"Yeah, I'll get to it right away! And," she added, "You could be an actor, you almost fooled me!" Bulma rushed off to finish her work, and left Vegeta there to wonder why he agreed to help her, if he was getting weak to have agreed so easily, and because he liked the idea of being Bulma's Man.
'No', he assured himself, 'it was just the drink.' Now if he could only figure out what an 'actor' was...
*giggggggllllleeeeee* vegeta is like my fave person on dbz ^_^ I hope I get a chance to finish this fic!
