Chapter 10 "Flying and Landing"
She took longer than usual to dress. It wasn't the oncoming battle that slowed her down, it was the embaressment of being caught in the act. Confronting Vegeta after seeing the look on his face would be a challenge. After convincing herself it was an innocent gesture, she marched down to the kitchen trying to act as normal as possible. When she saw Vegeta, he was staring into space, apparently engulfed in his fighting tactics. His absence of mind relieved her.
The truth of the matter was, he was focused on Bulma. How and why was she in MY room, AND in MY bed? I'm pretty sure I would remember if something like THAT happened. Maybe she... likes me...
::Maybe::
Impossible! How could you think that!
::But there might actually be something::
Maybe she's only lonely from Yamcha and she'll treat me like a dog in a few days... That's probably it.
::I just love your self confidence::
Shut up. You're not helping me any. He dwelled on this a moment until his thoughts were interrupted by the mound of pancakes set in front of him. Before Bulma had a chance to be seated and take her first bite, he'd eaten half of the 30 pancakes she'd given him. After finishing her first pancake, he'd consumed the pancake tower, along with enough eggs and bacon to feed all of Japan.
He noticed the open-mouthed stare she gave him, swallowed what was in his mouth, and set his silverware down. He sat there staring at his plate while Bulma powered the entire building down and locked all the doors except one. He stood to leave and she followed silently, both awkward and unable to speak.
They stood on the lawn as Vegeta slowly slipped his arm around Bulma's waist. She was startled at first, then put her arms around his neck but kept her distance. She'd done this with Yamcha more than once. He took off quickly, surprising her and making her squeeze tighter. He noticed her fear and loosened her grip forcing her to get closer.
"I swear, Vegeta, if you drop me... I'll-" She was cut off by her own high-pitched scream as they flew through a flock of geese. Vegeta chuckled as Bulma spit feathers.
"Or you'll what woman? I could always drop you at any moment..."
"Don't even..." He completely let go of her and her scream faded as she fell further. Just before she landed on rocky hillside, Vegeta scooped her up and continued flying as before.
"Vegeta!! What the hell did you think you were doing?! I could have died, or worse! I'm gonna tell Goku on you and you KNOW he can beat you! YOU-"
"You knew I was going to catch you."
"Well, I-" she stuttered, "I guess so," Her face changed to fear, "Please don't do it again." She could feel his heart beating faster as she slid her cheek next to his. By the time they reached the bottom of the long, tall column that held up the shrine, Vegeta was carrying her like a husband carries a wife across the threshold. As they set foot on polished white marble floor, it took him a few moments to let Bulma go. She noticed his hesitation, and lingered a bit after she'd finally touched the ground. Thankfully, they were the first to arrive on the scene.
Bulma began looking for Kame and Popo, hoping they'd high tailed it before Dr. Gero got there. After being defeated in her search, she walked over to Vegeta who was leaning against a short wall and plopped herself down a few feet away.
As she gazed around, looking for any sign of life, he gazed at her from the feet up. It was an extremely awkward moment for the two. Lucky for Vegeta, she was the one to break the silence.
"Thank you for catching me..." She started slowly.
"If I hadn't, Kakarot would have hunted me down." She chuckled slightly.
"I have a question," he continued, "Why were you... in... my room last night?"
"Don't ask..." she responded turning her head so he wouldn't see her blush.
"When my space is invaded, woman, I should have the right to know why!" he demanded, raising his voice. She could tell he was trying not to smile. He inched closer to her, arms crossed, still sizing her up. He stopped directly in front of her.
"Of course, you're always invited into MY room," he chuckled. Her eyes narrowed.
"Well, speaking of invasion of privacy, you might want your boots back!" He winced remembering his foolishness of forgetting them.
"At least you weren't in the room when I was there."
"Which makes it worse! I don't know what kind of stuff you did in there!" she snapped back. There was a longer pause.
"Well, if you hadn't gone and kicked in the damn TV, you would'nt have had to slept in MY room!"
"Well, if you didn't have such a lazy ass I wouldn't have gotten mad!" her face was almost gleaming red.
"Well if your damn boyfriend would have really cared for you he wouldn't have dumped you and you wouldn't have gone on such a psycho frenzy!"
::Ouch. Bad choice of words:: Bulma was on the verge of tears.
"He did care for me you stupid porucupine if you even cared!" She was almost over the edge.
"Is that so? If he cared for you so much, why were you always his back up?" That pushed her over. She turned away, tears twinkling her cheeks, sticking to her. Vegeta softened his voice.
"Bulma, the entire world saw it but you. It was as plain as Piccolo's ears. You just couldn't tell because he was the only boyfriend you ever had." Vegeta moved to standing right behind her. As he was about to put a hand on her shoulder, she wiped the tears from her eyes and turned and stared at the ground. Her eyes were strongly red and puffy.
Maybe I went too far.
::She has to know the truth, doesn't she?::
But look at her! She's so... beautiful.
::I see blue hair and blue eyes with big red puffy circles around them::
How am I ever going to live with you?
Vegeta lifted his hand and ran it through her hair. She looked up from the ground and into his eyes. He slid his other hand around her thin waist and pulled her closer. He was going in for his prey. He loomed in closer and as their lips met, it was like a spark of magic had emmerged from them both. They were now right up against each other, arms encircling, locked by love. Suddenly Vegeta broke the kiss as a disappointed look crawled into his face.
She took longer than usual to dress. It wasn't the oncoming battle that slowed her down, it was the embaressment of being caught in the act. Confronting Vegeta after seeing the look on his face would be a challenge. After convincing herself it was an innocent gesture, she marched down to the kitchen trying to act as normal as possible. When she saw Vegeta, he was staring into space, apparently engulfed in his fighting tactics. His absence of mind relieved her.
The truth of the matter was, he was focused on Bulma. How and why was she in MY room, AND in MY bed? I'm pretty sure I would remember if something like THAT happened. Maybe she... likes me...
::Maybe::
Impossible! How could you think that!
::But there might actually be something::
Maybe she's only lonely from Yamcha and she'll treat me like a dog in a few days... That's probably it.
::I just love your self confidence::
Shut up. You're not helping me any. He dwelled on this a moment until his thoughts were interrupted by the mound of pancakes set in front of him. Before Bulma had a chance to be seated and take her first bite, he'd eaten half of the 30 pancakes she'd given him. After finishing her first pancake, he'd consumed the pancake tower, along with enough eggs and bacon to feed all of Japan.
He noticed the open-mouthed stare she gave him, swallowed what was in his mouth, and set his silverware down. He sat there staring at his plate while Bulma powered the entire building down and locked all the doors except one. He stood to leave and she followed silently, both awkward and unable to speak.
They stood on the lawn as Vegeta slowly slipped his arm around Bulma's waist. She was startled at first, then put her arms around his neck but kept her distance. She'd done this with Yamcha more than once. He took off quickly, surprising her and making her squeeze tighter. He noticed her fear and loosened her grip forcing her to get closer.
"I swear, Vegeta, if you drop me... I'll-" She was cut off by her own high-pitched scream as they flew through a flock of geese. Vegeta chuckled as Bulma spit feathers.
"Or you'll what woman? I could always drop you at any moment..."
"Don't even..." He completely let go of her and her scream faded as she fell further. Just before she landed on rocky hillside, Vegeta scooped her up and continued flying as before.
"Vegeta!! What the hell did you think you were doing?! I could have died, or worse! I'm gonna tell Goku on you and you KNOW he can beat you! YOU-"
"You knew I was going to catch you."
"Well, I-" she stuttered, "I guess so," Her face changed to fear, "Please don't do it again." She could feel his heart beating faster as she slid her cheek next to his. By the time they reached the bottom of the long, tall column that held up the shrine, Vegeta was carrying her like a husband carries a wife across the threshold. As they set foot on polished white marble floor, it took him a few moments to let Bulma go. She noticed his hesitation, and lingered a bit after she'd finally touched the ground. Thankfully, they were the first to arrive on the scene.
Bulma began looking for Kame and Popo, hoping they'd high tailed it before Dr. Gero got there. After being defeated in her search, she walked over to Vegeta who was leaning against a short wall and plopped herself down a few feet away.
As she gazed around, looking for any sign of life, he gazed at her from the feet up. It was an extremely awkward moment for the two. Lucky for Vegeta, she was the one to break the silence.
"Thank you for catching me..." She started slowly.
"If I hadn't, Kakarot would have hunted me down." She chuckled slightly.
"I have a question," he continued, "Why were you... in... my room last night?"
"Don't ask..." she responded turning her head so he wouldn't see her blush.
"When my space is invaded, woman, I should have the right to know why!" he demanded, raising his voice. She could tell he was trying not to smile. He inched closer to her, arms crossed, still sizing her up. He stopped directly in front of her.
"Of course, you're always invited into MY room," he chuckled. Her eyes narrowed.
"Well, speaking of invasion of privacy, you might want your boots back!" He winced remembering his foolishness of forgetting them.
"At least you weren't in the room when I was there."
"Which makes it worse! I don't know what kind of stuff you did in there!" she snapped back. There was a longer pause.
"Well, if you hadn't gone and kicked in the damn TV, you would'nt have had to slept in MY room!"
"Well, if you didn't have such a lazy ass I wouldn't have gotten mad!" her face was almost gleaming red.
"Well if your damn boyfriend would have really cared for you he wouldn't have dumped you and you wouldn't have gone on such a psycho frenzy!"
::Ouch. Bad choice of words:: Bulma was on the verge of tears.
"He did care for me you stupid porucupine if you even cared!" She was almost over the edge.
"Is that so? If he cared for you so much, why were you always his back up?" That pushed her over. She turned away, tears twinkling her cheeks, sticking to her. Vegeta softened his voice.
"Bulma, the entire world saw it but you. It was as plain as Piccolo's ears. You just couldn't tell because he was the only boyfriend you ever had." Vegeta moved to standing right behind her. As he was about to put a hand on her shoulder, she wiped the tears from her eyes and turned and stared at the ground. Her eyes were strongly red and puffy.
Maybe I went too far.
::She has to know the truth, doesn't she?::
But look at her! She's so... beautiful.
::I see blue hair and blue eyes with big red puffy circles around them::
How am I ever going to live with you?
Vegeta lifted his hand and ran it through her hair. She looked up from the ground and into his eyes. He slid his other hand around her thin waist and pulled her closer. He was going in for his prey. He loomed in closer and as their lips met, it was like a spark of magic had emmerged from them both. They were now right up against each other, arms encircling, locked by love. Suddenly Vegeta broke the kiss as a disappointed look crawled into his face.
