The Second Worst Thing

Chapter 5: Midnight Ice Cream and the Living Room Cruise

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.

Vegeta had never been angrier in his life. I thought she understood! I must be a Super Saiyan. I was supposed to be the Super Saiyan! Trying too hard! She's an idiot. How can I try too hard when that moron Kakarrot didn't try at all! She's an imbecile! Why couldn't I see that before? Before my heart decided to give itself to her!

Vegeta fell from where he'd been shadow boxing in mid-air. He smashed into the floor and winced in pain as 200X gravity forced him to the floor, squeezing the air out of him. How could she not understand?

She had spouted off the importance of his training to her parents. He had thought she was saying that he was a valuable asset to the safety of Earth. Not that he cared about Earth or the rest of its people besides her.

I thought she understood. I thought I was special to her.

Rage welled up inside him. He lurched off the floor and commenced his shadow boxing again, more intensely than he ever had before.

3 A.M

Vegeta walked into the kitchen slightly winded. He hadn't stopped training all day. This was a new record even for him. His stomach made noises that could be easily heard from an outsider's perspective and it flip flopped like an angry child having a tantrum. He was intent on emptying the first thing he saw in that Fridge into his mouth, no matter what it was. It could be a bottle of barbecue sauce for all Vegeta cared.

Someone was already at the fridge.

Curses! Damn whoever that is to Hades! Vegeta screamed in his mind. Bulma popped up holding an entire tub of chocolate ice cream, a can of whipped cream and a bottle of maraschino cherries. When she shut the door and turned towards him, she was wearing nothing but a tank top and panties.

"Oh, hi Vegeta. I didn't hear you come in."

Vegeta blushed a deep crimson.

Remember that you're disgusted with her!

He slightly regained his composure as she walked past him and set her snack on the table.

"Oh, I forgot the chocolate syrup." She exclaimed gleefully and ran back to the fridge.

This was how Vegeta saw that they weren't just any panties, but thong panties.

His whole body got hot and he turned blood red in the face. This little turn of events had not helped his improving training situation at all. He all but forgot about why he had been so utterly enraged at her and couldn't stop thinking about how much he adored every single part of her. Intellectual and physical. Boy was he liking the physical right now.

"Have some ice cream with me." Bulma suggested and she went to get two sets of ice cream eating dishes.

Vegeta didn't answer, he stood there completely frozen unable to even think of how to react to anything.

"It's going to melt." Bulma warned as she started in on hers.

"I'm not hungry." Vegeta mumbled. His stomach groaned punctuating that sentence.

"Liar." Bulma laughed. "C'mon, eat your ice-cream then I'll make you some more stuff."

Vegeta turned and walked towards the table, making sure to look at anything else along the way but her.

He sat down, stared right into this sundae bowl, then started eating it. He made a very disgusted face.

Bulma looked at him in disbelief. "You don't like it?"

"No." Vegeta replied and pushed the bowl in her direction. "You can have it."

"You are so weird! Everyone likes ice-cream."

"Hmph." Vegeta replied and crossed is arms over his chest. Bulma got up to get him something else.

"You're funny. What didn't you like about it?"

"It's excessively sweet."

Bulma laughed as she prepared a sandwich. Vegeta watched her ice cream melt. She plopped the massive sandwich down in front of him. Half of it had disappeared by the time she'd sat back in her spot.

She babbled on and on about everything she'd doe that day. Every single little thing. Vegeta noticed that she left out their little confrontation at the breakfast table. He'd finished his meal long ago, but he dare not move or even look at her. Sometimes he'd grunt as to let her know that he was actually listening to her. Vegeta couldn't take it anymore when she started to go into the events of the day before.

"Why are you up so late?" He asked, interrupting her.

"I forgot to tell you. I designed a new training bot for you."

Vegeta raised his eyes. "You did?" He asked then nearly choked. Bulma was leaning on her arms allowing him to see a good deal of cleavage. He blushed again. It took all of Bulma's will power to keep her from laughing at him.

Poor guy doesn't know what to do with himself!

"It's almost ready. You'll have to promise to be careful with it though. It's a little more dangerous than the others."

Vegeta looked at her impressed.

"Actually it's a lot more dangerous." She added. "It'll be done tomorrow." She brought the dishes over to the sink.

"Thank you." Vegeta replied.

"You're… huh?" Bulma looked up utterly shocked that he'd thanked her, but he had disappeared.

Vegeta would train for a bit. Then he'd stop and look out the gravity room window. He'd recommence training, then stop, look out the window. Again he would train, stop… and basically continued in this pattern all day.

Finally, just before supper, Bulma came with the training bot.

She carefully explained how to use it and stressed safety tips. She could've been reciting names out of the phone book because Vegeta was merely listening to the sound of her voice. What she was actually saying was inconsequential to him.

"So, you know which button to press to activate it?"

Vegeta grunted and nodded.

"You know how high it can be safely set?"

Vegeta grunted and nodded.

"You remember how to turn it off properly?"

Vegeta grunted and nodded.

"You admit that you'll never get better than Goku?"

Vegeta grunted and nodded.

Bulma glared at him. "I guess I'll just have to explain it all over again."

Vegeta smirked, liking that idea. Now she'd stay longer.

"Vegeta, I really want you to pay attention this time. I 'd feel terrible if you got hurt by using this device."

"Even if it would get rid of me?" He joked.

"That's not funny. If my Dad finds out I built this for you…"

"I'm not going to tell him."

"Maybe I shouldn't have made this for you."

"Why did you make it? Didn't you say I needed a break?"

Bulma shrugged. "To us it seems you're overdoing it. But it's probably normal for Saiyans, being born warriors and all."

"Not really."

"Then maybe you should take a break. You're going to seriously hurt yourself."

"Hmph." Vegeta grunted. "Better me hurting myself than Kakarrot." He said. Bulma opened up her mouth to protest that. "Or an android." He added.

Bulma heaved a sigh and bent down to tinker with the new training bot.

"I really shouldn't have given this to you."

Vegeta crouched down so his eyes were level with hers.

"Why? Are you afraid of me hurting myself or others when this business in three years is through."

"Vegeta…" Bulma said, half in exasperation. "I don't care what you did."

"Is that the truth, Bulma."

They slowly inched closer and closer to each other.

"Yes." She breathed, the word slipping past her lips, and then they met those of the Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta gathered her body towards him, ran his hand through her silky hair, and kissed her gently. Their lips drifted apart, Bulma looked up at his face, smiled, and put her head on his shoulder.

"We're going on a cruise!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed at Vegeta when he entered the living room. She was wearing a very large straw hat with big satin flowers on it and a dress to match. Dr. briefs was wearing the same thing he always did. The only thing fitting for a cruise was his sandals, but he was still wearing socks in them.

"When did you decide this?" Bulma asked her Mother.

"Sometimes it's fun to do impulsive things." Dr. Briefs said. "We'll be back in two weeks."

Dr. and Mrs. Briefs departed quickly to avoid any protests, questions or pleadings.

"I'd like to go on a cruise." Bulma pouted.

"What's a 'cruise'?" Vegeta asked, curious for once.

"It's when you go on a huge boat with lots of food, pools, and lawn chairs."

"Sounds boring." Vegeta replied.

"That's the whole point. Besides, there's usually some interesting visuals."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. Visuals could mean anything.

Bulma clasped her hands to her chest and looked up at the ceiling.

"Nice, handsome men, with big muscles you can grasp on to, and that smell of violets and who bring you pina coladas at just the right moment." Bulma sighed. Vegeta didn't like where this was headed.

"Actually that could be you, if you had a pina colada and didn't smell of B.O."

Vegeta backed up a little. "Does this look like a boat to you?"

Bulma smiled slyly and advanced on him. "We could use our imaginations."

"Have I ever told you about my childhood? I have a severely underdeveloped imagination!"

Bulma stopped and looked at him seriously. "No, you never have."

"I'm not going to tell you either."

Bulma looked intensely hurt. Vegeta looked at the floor. He hated that look. She was the one creature in the universe that he would never consider hurting to get what he wanted.

"I have to go train." He said finally and started to leave.

"Vegeta." She called. "All kidding aside, would you ever consider... you know."

"Of course." He replied. "But I won't do it."

Bulma looked at him in utter confusion. "Why not."

"Because, you…you haven't. That is, I don't think you…"

"You don't think I what?"

Vegeta looked at the ground again.

"Love you?"

Vegeta started at that. Then he made a groan of uncertainty.

Bulma walked over and kissed him. They latched on to each other, both thoroughly enjoying the embrace.

Abruptly, Vegeta broke away. "That proves nothing."

"What? Kissing is the ultimate symbol of love on this planet, especially the way we're doing it."

"A symbol can mean nothing depending on the circumstances." Vegeta replied.

"Geeze! You asked to copulate with me before I showed you any sort of affection. Now we're swapping saliva and groping each other and you don't want to go to third base!" She pushed away from him.

"I can't believe you! Are you that controlling that you have to designate every single thing that happens between us? Well I'll have you know Vegeta; I won't stand for it! This just isn't about you…."

Bulma could no longer rant with Vegeta's tongue filling her mouth. He kissed her roughly, a stark contrast from the gentle attention he had been giving her for the last few weeks. He held her entire weight with his right arm, cradling her back. His left hand moved from caressing her head and slid down her side ending up grasping her rear end.

Bulma wrenched her lips from his.

"Wh..what changed your mind?"

Vegeta chuckled. "Sometimes it's fun to do impulsive things."

"Where do you wanna…"

"Here's good." He replied as he lowered them both to the carpet.