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"Woman you got my dinner done?"
"Almost."
"Well by the time I come down stairs I want it ready!"
"I'll see what I can do vegeta."
"urg."
Bulma rolled her eyes as she heard Vegeta climbing the stairs. She finished Vegeta's dinner and placed his food on the table in front of this place. She then arranged her food to her liking directly across from him. The steady patter of rain drops had been sounding for the past 20 minutes, and a flash of lightning nearly made Bulma drop her plate. Bulma quickly covered her plate with food she wanted, because she knew if she wasted one second, there wouldn't be any left after Vegeta tore through it. Bulma then sat at her spot, waiting for him patiently.
Thunder cracked loudly when Vegeta walked in, causing him to raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. Bulma looked up at him carefully, and couldn't help but notice how...good he looked. He was wearing a midnight blue collared short sleeved button up shirt with the first three buttons undone, and his jeans fit perfectly. Then she noticed something. "Vegeta.... are you wearing cologne?" Bulma asked hesitantly. Vegeta looked away a little. "So what if I am. What's it to you." he retorted. 'Oh nothing. Dinners ready." Bulma dismissed it. Vegeta sat down across from her and piled the rest of the steaks onto his plate, covering them with mashed potatoes, topping it off with the remaining green beans. Bulma couldn't help but giggle slightly at the amount of food he took. Vegeta stopped in mid-bite, swallowed, and glared at her. "What? Haven't you ever seen someone eat before?" Bulma smiled as she brought her fork full of beans to her mouth. "No one as hungry as you!" and she stuffed the fork in her mouth. Vegeta rolled his eyes and continued to eat. Everything was silent for about 5 minutes, with just the sounds of silver wear clattering and the distant rain on the roof, and the every few moment crack of thunder. Lightning flashed softly, and pretty soon it wasn't even noticeable. *This is almost....peaceful. Just me and him eating in silence. Not because we are mad at each other, but just...because.* Bulma thought to herself, watching Vegeta eat. Vegeta was too busy stuffing his face to notice Bulma staring at him. That lasted until the last speck of food was gone from Vegeta's plate. When he looked up, he saw Balma staring directly into his eyes. "Woman what do you want? Am I growing a horn from the middle of my face or something?" Vegeta asked, irritated. Bulma shook herself from her thoughts. "Oh no..Sorry. I'll get those dishes." She said hurridly, jumping up and taking them from the table. "Good to see you do a little work around here" Vegeta commented snidly. Bulma turned to face him, annoyed. "Look Vegeta, like you do anything around here! so I would keep your stupid remarks to yourself." Vegeta glared at her harshly and stood up, now angry. "Why should I you baka? I train all day to keep your ass safe, and I want some respect! I am a prince!" Bulma looked at him in disbelief. "The only reason you keep 'my ass safe' is because I just happen to live on this planet too! And YOU think you need respect? Well what about me? you treat me like a dog, and you still expect me to have ambition to wait on you hand a foot?"
"Yes I do."
"You are such a baka!" Bulma yelled at him, barely keeping her grip on the dishes, wanting to hit him over the head with them. Vegeta smirked.
"You are nothing to me, woman. Once I surpass Kakarotto, its bye-bye earth, meaning bye-bye woman!" he said evilly. Bulma glared at him, trying to hold back tears. She had never felt so worthless, even though she would never admit that to Vegeta.
"I hate you, do you know that? I absolutely positively LOATHE every stinking inch of your being!" Bulma said venomously.
"Good." Vegeta replied casually, still smirking at her.
"Why you crappy arrogant ignorant selfish lying shitfaced bastard! and I was going to tell you that you looked nice but how can a horrible little nit like you even possibly-AHH!" Bulma interrupted her best comeback yet with a small scream as a huge roar of thunder rumbled the house, making the earth seem to vibrate. When this sounded, Balma immediately dropped the plates in shock. They crashed to the floor, making an obscene amount of noise. Vegeta jumped back when Bulma dropped them, not wanting to get glass fragments near him, but luckily, only one plate shattered. Bulma groaned and knelt down to pick up the pieces of porcelain glass scattered everywhere. Vegeta just looked down at her as she did so. Then when she went to pick up the biggest piece, her hand grazed over a sharp edge, slitting her palm. "OWWW!" Bulma screeched, clutching her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her hand down in pain, holding her hand to her chest. "Dammit!!! Why do i always have to try and fucking KILL MYSELF?? Vegeta will you get- huh?" before she could finish her muffled sentence, Vegeta was already on the floor beside her taking her hand from her chest. Bulma looked at him in awe as he examined it. *He actually looks as if he knows what he's doing!* Bulma thought, amazed. She watched him as he traced the wound with his finger, then closed his hand around her palm to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. Bulma then noticed how his hands were so much bigger than hers, nearly twice the size. She also noticed he had nice hands. Not the normal guy sweaty hot hands, but his hands were smooth and dry, not sweaty like half the guys she knew. Vegeta reached up and grabbed some napkins off the table and wrapped them around her hand. "Hold these on here until you get upstairs to fix it. I'll help you bandage it" Vegeta instructed, wiping his hand of access blood on an extra napkin. "Thanks" Bulma mumbled, and she stood up. Vegeta stood up with her. Bulma went to the drawer where she kept her first aid kit. She took out some gauze, and Vegeta helped her wrap it around her hand.
"There. That should do it woman" Vegeta said.
"Arigatou" Bulma said again, then led the way out of the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked her.
"I'm going to bed"
"Guess i will too then" They walked out into the living room and were on the first step of the stairs when another crack of thunder sounded, then a huge bolt of lightning. Then the power went out. Bulma managed a snip of a scream when a hand clamped over her mouth.
"Don't scream again, woman. My ears can't take it." Vegeta told her. Bulma couldn't see his face, but she knew he was rolling his eyes, thinking "Women are such pathetic bakas" or something like that.
"Woman you got my dinner done?"
"Almost."
"Well by the time I come down stairs I want it ready!"
"I'll see what I can do vegeta."
"urg."
Bulma rolled her eyes as she heard Vegeta climbing the stairs. She finished Vegeta's dinner and placed his food on the table in front of this place. She then arranged her food to her liking directly across from him. The steady patter of rain drops had been sounding for the past 20 minutes, and a flash of lightning nearly made Bulma drop her plate. Bulma quickly covered her plate with food she wanted, because she knew if she wasted one second, there wouldn't be any left after Vegeta tore through it. Bulma then sat at her spot, waiting for him patiently.
Thunder cracked loudly when Vegeta walked in, causing him to raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. Bulma looked up at him carefully, and couldn't help but notice how...good he looked. He was wearing a midnight blue collared short sleeved button up shirt with the first three buttons undone, and his jeans fit perfectly. Then she noticed something. "Vegeta.... are you wearing cologne?" Bulma asked hesitantly. Vegeta looked away a little. "So what if I am. What's it to you." he retorted. 'Oh nothing. Dinners ready." Bulma dismissed it. Vegeta sat down across from her and piled the rest of the steaks onto his plate, covering them with mashed potatoes, topping it off with the remaining green beans. Bulma couldn't help but giggle slightly at the amount of food he took. Vegeta stopped in mid-bite, swallowed, and glared at her. "What? Haven't you ever seen someone eat before?" Bulma smiled as she brought her fork full of beans to her mouth. "No one as hungry as you!" and she stuffed the fork in her mouth. Vegeta rolled his eyes and continued to eat. Everything was silent for about 5 minutes, with just the sounds of silver wear clattering and the distant rain on the roof, and the every few moment crack of thunder. Lightning flashed softly, and pretty soon it wasn't even noticeable. *This is almost....peaceful. Just me and him eating in silence. Not because we are mad at each other, but just...because.* Bulma thought to herself, watching Vegeta eat. Vegeta was too busy stuffing his face to notice Bulma staring at him. That lasted until the last speck of food was gone from Vegeta's plate. When he looked up, he saw Balma staring directly into his eyes. "Woman what do you want? Am I growing a horn from the middle of my face or something?" Vegeta asked, irritated. Bulma shook herself from her thoughts. "Oh no..Sorry. I'll get those dishes." She said hurridly, jumping up and taking them from the table. "Good to see you do a little work around here" Vegeta commented snidly. Bulma turned to face him, annoyed. "Look Vegeta, like you do anything around here! so I would keep your stupid remarks to yourself." Vegeta glared at her harshly and stood up, now angry. "Why should I you baka? I train all day to keep your ass safe, and I want some respect! I am a prince!" Bulma looked at him in disbelief. "The only reason you keep 'my ass safe' is because I just happen to live on this planet too! And YOU think you need respect? Well what about me? you treat me like a dog, and you still expect me to have ambition to wait on you hand a foot?"
"Yes I do."
"You are such a baka!" Bulma yelled at him, barely keeping her grip on the dishes, wanting to hit him over the head with them. Vegeta smirked.
"You are nothing to me, woman. Once I surpass Kakarotto, its bye-bye earth, meaning bye-bye woman!" he said evilly. Bulma glared at him, trying to hold back tears. She had never felt so worthless, even though she would never admit that to Vegeta.
"I hate you, do you know that? I absolutely positively LOATHE every stinking inch of your being!" Bulma said venomously.
"Good." Vegeta replied casually, still smirking at her.
"Why you crappy arrogant ignorant selfish lying shitfaced bastard! and I was going to tell you that you looked nice but how can a horrible little nit like you even possibly-AHH!" Bulma interrupted her best comeback yet with a small scream as a huge roar of thunder rumbled the house, making the earth seem to vibrate. When this sounded, Balma immediately dropped the plates in shock. They crashed to the floor, making an obscene amount of noise. Vegeta jumped back when Bulma dropped them, not wanting to get glass fragments near him, but luckily, only one plate shattered. Bulma groaned and knelt down to pick up the pieces of porcelain glass scattered everywhere. Vegeta just looked down at her as she did so. Then when she went to pick up the biggest piece, her hand grazed over a sharp edge, slitting her palm. "OWWW!" Bulma screeched, clutching her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her hand down in pain, holding her hand to her chest. "Dammit!!! Why do i always have to try and fucking KILL MYSELF?? Vegeta will you get- huh?" before she could finish her muffled sentence, Vegeta was already on the floor beside her taking her hand from her chest. Bulma looked at him in awe as he examined it. *He actually looks as if he knows what he's doing!* Bulma thought, amazed. She watched him as he traced the wound with his finger, then closed his hand around her palm to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. Bulma then noticed how his hands were so much bigger than hers, nearly twice the size. She also noticed he had nice hands. Not the normal guy sweaty hot hands, but his hands were smooth and dry, not sweaty like half the guys she knew. Vegeta reached up and grabbed some napkins off the table and wrapped them around her hand. "Hold these on here until you get upstairs to fix it. I'll help you bandage it" Vegeta instructed, wiping his hand of access blood on an extra napkin. "Thanks" Bulma mumbled, and she stood up. Vegeta stood up with her. Bulma went to the drawer where she kept her first aid kit. She took out some gauze, and Vegeta helped her wrap it around her hand.
"There. That should do it woman" Vegeta said.
"Arigatou" Bulma said again, then led the way out of the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked her.
"I'm going to bed"
"Guess i will too then" They walked out into the living room and were on the first step of the stairs when another crack of thunder sounded, then a huge bolt of lightning. Then the power went out. Bulma managed a snip of a scream when a hand clamped over her mouth.
"Don't scream again, woman. My ears can't take it." Vegeta told her. Bulma couldn't see his face, but she knew he was rolling his eyes, thinking "Women are such pathetic bakas" or something like that.
