The Second Worst Thing

Chapter 3: A Favor

By senzubean

I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way. I make no profit from this story. I just wrote it for fun.

If Bulma knew how futile her vow to cease all provisions to Vegeta was, she would've thought twice about doing it. Vegeta had no problem hunting for his own food and since he hadn't been in any state of mind to do any training, he actually wasn't missing it too much. He was finally making some progress in his quest to get Bulma to loath and fear him and that made him happier than any amount of training would have.

He started by lingering in any room she would go in. She'd pull out a magazine and pretend to ignore him. Vegeta would then pretend to amuse himself by examining objects that were strategically placed about the space. When he got tired of looking at something, or handling something, often he would destroy it. This seemed to piss Bulma off, but still she said nothing.

After two days they ran out of food in the kitchen and Bulma started to eat out. Vegeta started a little habit of going hunting, bringing it back with him, and leaving the carcass in the kitchen, or the living room, or her bedroom, when he was finished. This was always funny. Who knew that watching someone puke could be entertaining.

The major progress began when he started to follow her everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. When she would go to bed he would be there. She soon had to get dressed and undressed under the bed covers. She would go to sleep with him staring at her and wake up with him staring at her.

Once she decided to go out and he followed her to the mall. He made it a point to make an ass out of himself wherever they went and started to destroy stuff that didn't yet belong to her. Fed up, she tried to get rid of him by going to the ladies room. Vegeta followed her right in and had the double pleasure of embarrassing the hell out of her and every other woman who came in.

It was when he followed her into the bathroom at home that finally clinched it.

"That's it! I can't take it anymore! You win! You happy? You win, you god damn asshole! Now get out of here and let me piss in peace!"

Vegeta grinned evilly. He did it. She loathed him .She had conceded defeat and now she would do what he wanted. She was stubborn, but not too stubborn for him. Still it took a good week.

"I didn't think you'd last this long." Vegeta replied. "I'm impressed."

The words had barely passed his lips when he realized that he had accomplished nothing. Yet he had never had more fun in his life. He liked the fact she hated him! Bulma glared venomously at him. She may hate every atom of his being but she sure as hell didn't fear him.

"DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!" Vegeta started yelling.

"GET THE HELL OUT!" Bulma screamed and started to throw whatever she could get her hands on at him.

Vegeta retreated, not knowing what he was going to do now. The toilet plunger beamed him good as he exited, then she slammed the door after him and locked it. As if that would help if he decided to get back in.

When she eventually stopped hyperventilating, Bulma started to ponder the Saiyan Prince's strange behavior.

Why would he go to so much trouble just to torment me? He's not training at all and he's being damned immature too. That's not at all like how he was acting before. Bulma sat on the fuzzy mat on the floor and continued to contemplate. He's acting kinda like schoolboys do when they like a girl. Bulma blinked, stunned. She remembered her conversation with Chi-Chi. "He keeps staring at me for no good reason! It's driving me nuts." To which Chi-Chi replied. "Well maybe he likes you." Vegeta likes me? Bulma couldn't believe it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she remembered what Vegeta had done to her that day. Well I don't like him much!

Vegeta remained standing opposite the bathroom door. Damn stupid hormones! That's it! There's only one other thing that I can do. I have to purge myself of this… sexual tension. Vegeta shuddered at the thought of him being so weak. If I had've known this would happen I would have done what Nappa and Raditz did and screwed any female I could get my hands on.

Bulma stepped out of the bathroom, saw Vegeta standing directly in front of her and opened her mouth to yell something.

"I need…a favor." Vegeta stated solemnly, trying to be polite so maybe she would consider his proposal.

"A favor? After everything you did to me over the last week you have the audacity to ask me for a favor?!" Bulma huffed and started to walk away.

"I need to copulate with you."

That halted her.

"Copulate?" Bulma asked dumb-foundedly. "You mean have sex?"

"Yes, that's another word for it."

"What?"

"It was a simple question." Vegeta replied getting somewhat exasperated. This situation was awkward even for him.

"No! My god no! I can't believe you Saiyans! The things you consider normal!"

"I don't consider this normal!" Vegeta bellowed. "This is probably the worst thing that could have happened to me!"

Bulma looked at him skeptically. "Falling in love with me is worse than anything? Even Goku being better than you?"

"No, this is second to that! And Kakarrot is not better than me! And I did not fall in love with you!" Vegeta yelled.

"That's good, because I am not in love with you, I'm in love with Yaumcha. So get that silly crush of yours out of your head. Remember the conditions I gave you in the woods before you came here? Well, it's obvious you find me seductive but you're not allowed to jump all over me! And if you do I'll tell Goku, then you'll get it!"

Vegeta's mouth dropped in appall. "I am not afraid of Kakarrot!"

"Right."

Vegeta screamed unintelligible words at her back as she left.

She thinks I'm afraid of Kakarrot! I can't believe this! He was at a loss as to what else he could do; he didn't know how to fix this.

In the living room, Bulma heard the door to the guest room slam.

"There's seriously something wrong with him." Bulma stated as she scanned the mess she had to clean up. "Copulate?" Bulma started to giggle. "That's gotta be the worst pick-up line ever!"

Vegeta paced back and forth in his room.

I have never been so ashamed of myself! This is worse than that low-classed moron making a complete mockery of my Royal Ancestry is! This is a low-classed alien woman making a mockery of my manhood! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I have to kill her…or at least rape her…but…I…couldn't.

Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs in rage.

"I'VE BECOME WEAK! WEAK!"

Then all of a sudden it dawned on him. Merely having sex with her wouldn't help him at all. He wanted more than that. Her abrasiveness made him like her.. Love her. But now she loathed him with the power of a thousand ki blasts and then there was that idiot Yaumcha. Tormenting her, getting her undivided attention was the most enjoyable experience he'd ever had. Then those times in her room at night, he found it excessively easy to stare at her for hours on end. Somehow he felt safe in that room with her and he wanted to stay there forever.

Shit. I've chosen her as my life-mate. But she hasn't chosen me.

The next day, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs came home.

"You should have come to the beach with me, Sweetie! You must've been awfully lonely here by yourself." Mrs. Briefs said to Bulma as soon as she'd gotten in the door.

"I wouldn't say that." Bulma replied in annoyance.

"Where's Vegeta? I don't think he's in the gravity room." Dr. Briefs asked.

"I don't know where he is and I don't care." Bulma snapped thinking about how late she had been up trying to scrub the blood and scorch marks from the rugs.

"That's a little odd, don't you think?" Dr. Briefs said concerned.

"Oh he's odd all right!" Bulma said. She thought about the way he'd been acting and although it was incredibly annoying, she had to admit it was a little charming. And flattering. He was a prince, and an arrogant one at that, yet he had chosen her to lust after.

Maybe he wouldn't be that bad of a boyfriend. He is kinda cute. And he's paid more attention to me in the last couple of weeks than Yaumcha has in the last five years! Bulma pondered this, all while her parents were staring at her waiting for her to acknowledge their presence.

What am I thinking? Vegeta my boyfriend? That jerk's insanity is catching!

"Whatch'ya thinking' about so hard Hun? You're being so serious. And Grumpy." Mrs. Briefs said.

"Sorry Mom. I'm just a bit tired. I think I'll go take a nap." My head is spinning thinking about this. Bulma walked to her bedroom. Dr. Briefs stared after her.

"I wonder if something happened while we were gone?"

"Don't be silly! Want some tea?"

Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were in the kitchen preparing their snack when Vegeta slunk in. He looked at them, turned, then started to slink away.

"Vegeta! There you are! We were worried about you since you weren't in your spaceship thingy. Would you like a few hundred sandwiches?"

Vegeta turned his head enough to look at her. "I'm not hungry." He said in a very un-Vegeta like voice.

"Are you feeling all right, son?" Dr. Briefs asked concerned.

There was a long pause, then Vegeta responded with a very weak "Hmph." Then he slunk back towards his room.

"Oh dear. He's sick!" Mrs. Briefs said.

Dr. Briefs stared after him worried.

Bulma walked out of her bedroom hours later. She had thought long and hard about Vegeta and after a good sleep she felt better. She decided that she no longer hated him, but she was still upset with him. She understood that he probably had a hard time establishing relationships with people. For all she knew this was the first one he had ever tried to make. This meant she had to be careful. He was making progress; one wrong move from her could send him spiraling back down the path of evil he'd long treaded. Still, she didn't see herself ever loving him like he obviously wanted. And she still wanted respect from him. A relationship between any two people needed respect and he wasn't showing her or her family any at all.

She stood in the living room at the picture window. Vegeta was in his gravity room again. Whether he was training or not, she didn't know, but at least he was in there. She considered going out there to talk to him, but decided against it.

It won't do any good to rush into this. I need to think some more. Damned Saiyan, why'd you have to choose me? I don't want this responsibility!