Chapter Two Who's she?
"Ahhh, c'mon! You know you're having fun! Just admit it!"
On a lovely, spring morning, Vegeta and I were having a picnic at the park. Trunks was with my father, so it was a good opportunity for me and Vegeta to spend some time together. "Would you just please break out the brew?! We need to get this over with. This is absolutely humiliating!" We were sitting under a cherry blossom tree, lying on a red and white checkered blanket. How classic is that? He and I were dining on a nice batch of fried chicken and salad. I barely had a wing and a tomato left when he was finished eating. "Good?" "Tolerable, to say the least."
After a while, Vegeta began sparring in the air as I read The Adventures of Rolando Desire, some smut, very good though. It was getting pretty warm outside. The wind and shade kept me cool. And my new blue spring dress was helping as it caught wind. "How nice is this? What more could I ask for?" Suddenly, a brown bandana blew into Vegeta's face. "What the hell...Bulma, is this yours?" "Nope. Not at all."
"Excuse me. Sorry, that's mine."
A woman, who looked very young, approached us. She was about my height, very long black hair, pale skinned, and thick. The long black tight skirt concealed her legs, but her brown tube top barely hanged on, covering her tiny waist. "I'm so sorry, sir." "Here," Vegeta said, as he handed her the bandana, not turning away from their eye contact. "You ought to be more careful." "Yeah, you're right." And then silence. They stared at each other for an uncomfortable five seconds before I interrupted the solitude. "Ahem," I began. "Name's Bulma, Bulma Briefs." "Oh! Like Panties!" What a nimrod, I mumbled. "Yeah. And this is MY boyfriend, Vegeta." "Why, hello, Vegeta. What an interesting and charming name." She bowed to him, never looking down. "My name is Tuesday Cups. I'm new here. I used to stay in North City." "No," I opened. "Get out of town." "Yep." I meant that literally. "My company transferred me here. I start my new job as a mechanist; helping to build mechanized robots for the Royal Army. It's some new project here. Problem is that I don't know what station I'll be at until tomorrow." "Oh, well good luck and take care, toots." "Thanks, Miss. Bye, Vegeta." She gave him sort of a sexy smirk as she went running away. And Vegeta just stood there, watching her depart. "Um, baby, what are you looking at?" I had to wave my hand in front of his eyes. "Uhh, nothing. C'mon, let's go home. I'm hungry."
That look Vegeta had in his face kept me up most of the night. Vegeta laid side of me, knocked out. Why did Vegeta look at her like that? He never even looks at me like that. I never thought of Vegeta loving no one but me. Is it possible?
"Vegeta, wake up."
"Ehh. Mmmmm. No, not again. I'm a saiyan, not a blasted robot. Sleep it off." "Vegeta, I'm for real! Wake up." My shaking him just got him more agitated. Finally, he gave up, and awoken. "WHAT?!" "I need to ask you something." "No, I didn't eat that last piece of pie. No, I didn't bother your father about more equipment today. Yes, I pulled out. Yes, you're all I need. Happy?" "No, you bigheaded bastard, its something else." "Then what?" "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" He flinched. "Why?" "Curiosity." "You woke me up for that pitiful thirst of knowledge?" "Uh huh." "...Once, when I was young. But...I vaguely remember her." "Did she mean something to you?" "Of course, not. I am the Princ--" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good Night, Veg-head." I kissed his cheek and rolled over in bed. So, he did have relationships besides all of that fighting. How did that one end?
I had put all of my insecurities behind the next morning. A nice hot shower and I were reenergized. That Monday morning was a big one. Father and the corporation were hired to take on a new project. He knew all about it, but my job was only to show the new people around the complex and explain the rules. I was really excited. I even had the opportunity to meet one of the senior instructors on the project. I heard this doctor was really smart, maybe even smarter than I was. So I was psyched. Vegeta took off early that morning before breakfast. I remember how he always talked about training again, Earth style, though. He went off somewhere just for that. I slipped on my confident navy blue dress that buttons in the front and my lab coat. My hair was in a bun did up with chopsticks. I was ready.
"Oh Bulma dear," called my father as I lowered toward the complex on the elevator. "What's up, dad?" The complex is pretty amazing to me. The floor under the main one contains the vintage projects father keeps for reference. The large two rooms are where his employees work, from engineers to biochemists. I was always in awe. "Here are the new recruits for the R.A.M.P: the Royal Army Mecha Project. These six right here will be in charge of designing it, but Dr. Cups here will actually build it." And there she was. Brown bandana holding her bun up. Green eyes batting at me from amazement. "Wow, Briefs, I didn't know you work here." "I co-own the place." "Really? Having rich family members can do that." "Uh, no. I co-own this place because I am the second smartest here. Besides the fact that he is my pops, I deserve my spot here." "Oh, well, where am I stationed?" "Huh, stationed? Dad?" Father began scratching his head in a confused manner. The Cat switched his shoulders. "Um, well, dear, this project is really important, but is scheduled to last about two months, that is if Dr. Cups here puts her heart and soul into it. This is a multi-billion dollar project. She needs more time here than at home. So, she has the extra bedroom on your floor. Isn't that grand?" "Dad, you didn't." "Bulma, be a nice guest and show her the place." I looked at her, just smiling, enjoying all of this. "This way."
Why did she have to stay on my floor? This is really shitty...
My floor of the house is the top floor. Up there, I have two private baths, three bedrooms, a den and an elevator (I rarely use the stairs.)
"We keep towels in the bathrooms. Laundry is your responsibility. Breakfast is at eight. Any questions?" "Yeah, Briefs. What's the crib for?" Tuesday was pointing to the nursery very curious like. "That's my son's, Trunks, room. He's out with my mother today." "Ohh, that's lovely. I suppose the father's at work." "The 'father' is tending to his own business. Anyway, this is my room and bath." She was pretty stunned to see how much bigger my room was compared to hers. "How come I don't have a balcony?" She looked around, noticing Vegeta's clothes and armor. "Hmm, seems the father needs to learn how to keep house." "Whatever. I'm hungry. I'll see ya. Pressing CC on the elevator takes you straight to your lab. Peace." I hurried out of there as to not start an argument with her. I knew these next couple of months was going to be hell. As long as Vegeta doesn't discover her, it's all gravy. For some reason at that time, I felt he was more attracted to her than obvious. I better keep close look-out, I thought.
