The Date

"Hey, Bulma, What are you doing tonight," Yamcha came over to the Brief's house to train, when he knew Vegeta would be out. Ever since the first day he figured something wasn't quite right about Vegeta and Bulma being together the day after they broke up. He had decided to plan a trap for them, to bring them out in the open. "I was wondering because I have a date, and she wants to double."
Bulma was about to forgive Yamcha for leaving her when she heard the last of that. He has a Date! How dare he flaunt this in front of her! "You want to go on a date with Two girls! That's just inconsiderate of our feelings!"
"Uh, no. I wanted to double with you and Vegeta." The fact that she forgot about him gave him hope that he was right, and his plan would work.
"Oh, well if that's the case then," it took her a sec. to think, "Ok. We'll go!"

"Yea, I'm sorry my date couldn't make it. You don't mind it just being the three of us do you?" Yamcha waited for an answer as he stood outside the Brief's home.
"Well, I don't know" Bulma stood at the doorway looking at Yamcha. 'Why did he come if he didn't have a date?'
"I'll be nice, don't worry. I just want to see you and Vegeta having a good time, and maybe I'll find someone," he started to scratch his head, "I mean It's not like hanging around with you guys will make me any less attractive!"
'The nerve of that man!' Bulma turned to the mirror to examine herself one more time. A nice black dress covered her to the mid-thigh, she had to modest diamond earrings, and she wore only enough make-up to bring out her natural beauty. She for once had been ready before her 'date'! Earlier she had heard him yelling, but it had stopped. Bulma assumed that he found someone to help him with what to wear.
"So where are we all going tonight," Bulma turned from the hall mirror and looked at Yamcha.
"Well I was thinking La Fresco's," he leaned up against the door giving her that 'I'm so hot and you know it' smile.
"Isn't that expensive!" Bulma tried not to look directly into the smile, but he was so handsome in the off blue tie and suit! All of a sudden his smile wavered and he started to stare behind her.
"Wha..?" Bulma felt a large hand touch her waste as she started to turn. "Vegeta! You're ready!" Bulma smiled up to the prince in his jet black suit. 'Wow' she thought he looks better than Yamcha. Bulma reached her arms around Vegeta's neck and hugged him, whispering, "smile at Yamcha and put your arms around my waist."
Vegeta slipped his hands around her waist, 'this dress looks good on her.' Vegeta nuzzled her neck, then looked up and smirked at Yamcha. He liked the way Yamcha's head looked like it was about to burst.
'Vegeta's snickering,' Bulma thought with worry. 'Is he laughing at me?' Bulma started to pull away from him, but he didn't seem to have that in mind. "Whoa…," Vegeta took his hand and swung it under her legs causing her to fall backwards, until she was held like a child in his arms. "Put me down Veggie," Bulma giggled.
'Veggie?' Yamcha stood still in the doorway not knowing what he should do, first he was sure they were faking a romance, then she calls him a pet name. 'She never called me any Chibi names.' Yamcha started to pout. "Well are we going or not."
"Huh, Oh yea!" Bulma looked a Yamcha finally noticing that he was there. "Vegeta we're going to La Fresco's I hope you brought the Capsule Corp. credit card."
"Its right here," Vegeta slapped his thigh and started out the door pushing past Yamcha. He was a little mad he had gotten carried away when he was so close to Bulma. He started to leave them both at the door, but thought he had to wait for her to help keep up pretences, if he wanted his machine to be fixed again.
He stood at the door and waited for Bulma to come down the steps. As she started down the walk he couldn't help but watch her shapely legs as she approached. He always did like legs...

"How does anyone on this small planet understand this gibberish!" Vegeta had been looking over the menu and had no idea of what to make of the French language.
"Vegeta, buddy," Yamcha patted him on the back, Vegeta glared at him. "It's not English," he took back his hand before Vegeta could bite it off. For some reason he had been in a bad mood ever since they left Bulma's house.
Tugging at his collar, "How does anyone breath in these!"
"Hold on, let me fix it for you." Bulma leaned over and started to undo Vegeta's tie a bit. "That makes you 'look' a little more relaxed." All of a sudden a song came on that almost begged Bulma to dance to it. "Yamcha, do you think you could order for us. I want to dance with Vegeta," she reached for Vegeta's hand and got up.
"I don't want to dance Woman," he grumbled. He sat at the table, arms crossed, and refusing to look at her.
"Vegeta Vegeta! You get your buttocks out of that seat right now," she said smiling. When it looked like he still would not listen she leaned in close to his ear. "If you don't I won't fix your machine," and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Vegeta and Yamcha's eyes widened. Vegeta didn't know what to do, he didn't want her to know..., but he needed his machine! Yamcha, on the other hand had no idea what she said to him only that Vegeta looked shocked and a little embarrassed about something.
Bulma straightened up and put out her hand, "shall we?"
Vegeta stood, grumbled something, and lead Bulma onto the floor by the waist.
It was a little strange being the only two people on the floor, but that didn't stop the headstrong Bulma! She looked at Vegeta waiting for him to take her in his arms, but something was wrong. He didn't look as confident and calm as normal. His arms stayed crossed at his chest, and he kept looking around. Bulma thought for a second, then it hit her! But could it be true, did the prince of all Saiyans not know how to dance!
She looked at Vegeta and started to giggle. "What are you laughing at Woman!" he looked like a child who had been asked to the front of the class and couldn't answer the question.
Bulma shook her head, "You should have told me you couldn't dance Vegeta," he looked shocked. She took his hands put them on her hips. "Now that's the hard part. Just feel the music and go with it."
Bulma put her arms around Vegeta's neck as she started to sway to the music. Vegeta copied her every move, he didn't miss a beat. "You're a great dancer Vegeta," she leaned back to look at his face.
What happened next couldn't be helped. Vegeta looked down at Bulma, and thought 'she's so close, so beautiful, I have no idea what I am doing, but I must.' His head lowered toward Bulma's.
Bulma looked at Vegeta, 'I...I... shouldn't let this happen, but I can't think of a good reason right now...' Bulma closed her eyes as Vegeta's mouth came oh so painfully close to hers. "humm..."
"Hey," the spell was broken. Yamcha came running onto the stage acting like he didn't notice what was going to happen. "Why don't we leave? I guess this place is a little to rich for my blood!" He stood there smiling that same killer smile at them, but this time all Bulma felt toward it was annoyance. She looked up at Vegeta who seemed to have regained his thoughts.
"Yes, we need to go," Bulma looked up at Vegeta's remark, did he really feel that way about it? She couldn't tell because his wall had been put back up and it seemed to be working better than ever.

Back home that night, Vegeta had went to bet so he could get up early to train again, but Bulma couldn't sleep. How could she? The only reason she had been doing this whole thing with Vegeta was so she could get back at Yamcha, and now, now all she wanted was to be near Vegeta.
Bulma stood outside her home and looked at the building. 'He's in there sleeping, and all I want is to be with him.' Bulma turned from the site as a tear slipped down her cheek.
Suddenly she was engulfed with a need to hit something. She needed to vent her emotions. She looked around and it came to her, Vegeta's machine! She could do anything she wanted in there and no one would know or bother her.
As she headed toward the machine there was movement inside the building...

Vegeta had tossed and turned trying and trying to get some sleep. "Damn Woman! Why won't you let me sleep," he shouted toward the ceiling. 'Well this isn't doing me any good! I need to do something!' He looked around the room, and saw something outside his window.
"Who?" Someone was headed toward His Machine! "Gurr, that person has picked the perfect night to try something!" Vegeta hopped out of the bed, and pulled on a pair of pants as he ran out the door from his room outside...