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{A/N}-A reviewer, Beth, asked why Goku didn't just use Instant Transmission to get to Bulma's place. Now, not that I'm privy to the inner workings of Goku's mind, but my guess would be that he was sad, and by flying slowly off, he was giving Chi-Chi a chance to call him back. Besides, he'd get there too soon if he used it! ::smile:: On with the show!]
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Last Time:
Bulma & Vegeta:
Vegeta smirked as he removed the last scrap of clothing from Bulma's closet and into the guest room down the hall.
Bulma reached out with a sigh and turned off the water, which was starting to go cold. She blindly reached out of the shower, her hand searching for a towel, and squinted her eyes open in confusion when her hand did not find one.
Trunks:
"VVVEEEEEGEEEEEEEETTAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Trunks paled and took off towards the source of the shriek. Vegeta might be his father, but Bulma was the mother he had known his whole life, who had raised him alone under the most terrible circumstances imaginable. He didn't care if Vegeta was his father. If he'd hurt his mother, Vegeta was going to pay.
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Bulma glared out her door at the gloating prince standing in her hallway. *I'm going to wipe that arrogant little smirk right off his face,* she thought angrily, throwing open the door and stomping nude and still dripping across the hallway to confront him.
Balling her hands up into fists, she proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him. Or well, at least she TRIED. Although Bulma was not physically strong compared to most of her friends, you don't spend your entire life around the best fighters in the world and not pick up a trick or two. Although she wasn't in the league of most professional fighters, she could pretty much kick the crap out of any robber, or over aggressive male who came her way. Which she had had to do a time or two when Yamcha was not around.
Vegeta, however, took her blows without flinching, standing there smirking until a sharp uppercut connected with his nose. A thin trickle of blood inched down toward his lips. Growling, he caught her fists and glared at her. He couldn't believe this weak female had actually drawn blood on him!
Wiping his nose with one hand, holding her fists in the other, he was suddenly very aware that her nude body was pressed against him as she struggled against his grasp.
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Bulma realized she was pressed up against Vegeta, entirely nude, and from the startled look in his eye, he, apparently, had just realized the same thing.
Bulma held her breath and looked in his eyes. She was startled to see something behind the blank coldness that usually glared out at the world. "Vegeta," she whispered.
Vegeta released her hands and took a few quick steps backwards.
"What do you want, woman," Vegeta asked, his voice not sounding nearly as scornful as he had intended it to.
Bulma shivered and took a quick breath, reminded of why she was out here, nude, with him, in the hallway, "What the HELL did you do with my stuff?"
Vegeta smirked. This he could handle. He leaned casually against the wall and crossed his arms. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"
Bulma blinked. "Where in the hell did you learn that expression?"
Vegeta's smirk grew a little wider, "From one of your 'soap operas'," he said smugly.
Bulma stared for a moment and then burst out laughing. She knew that this situation seemed vaguely familiar. Vegeta had ripped it off from one of her soaps!
Vegeta stared as Bulma convulsed with laughter. *Why is the cursed woman laughing?!* Vegeta growled menacingly, which only made Bulma laugh even more.
Vegeta turned on heel and strode swiftly down the hallway, almost running into Trunks as he turned the corner. Trunks thought for a moment, then peeked down the hallway to see Bulma rolling around laughing on the carpet—and she was naked!
Trunks felt his cheeks flush as he quickly turned away. He did NOT want to know. He turned and went quickly down another hallway to get his mother some clothes.
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When Bulma had finally regained control of herself, she realized that she was still lying nude in the hallway. *That Vegeta,* she thought fuming, *He better give me my clothes back!* Bulma took off down the hallway at a run. There was no way she was letting him escape.
As Bulma turned the corner, she ran smack into a brick wall. Or at least that was what it felt like. Bulma sat sprawled on the floor rubbing her head, and looked up to see Goku grinning apologetically down at her.
"Gee Bulma, I'm sorry! I didn't see you!"
Bulma was stunned for a moment, then realizing she was naked yelled, "Goku, what the hell are you doing here?!"
As Bulma scrunched into a little ball and tried to conceal her nudity, Goku explained how Chi-Chi had kicked him out for the week. "So Bulma, do you think I could live here for awhile," asked Goku.
"Goku, has it escaped your notice that I'm naked," yelled Bulma, highly aware of the probability that she and Goku had a child in the future together.
Goku scratched his head and looked confused, "So? It's not like I've never seen you naked before Bulma."
"You were TWELVE YEARS OLD at the time GOKU," Bulma screamed causing Goku to take a step back.
Just then, Trunks appeared, stumbling into the living room where they were standing, with one hand over his eyes. He dropped a bundle of clothes at Bulma's feet and explained, "I found your stuff. It was all in one of the guest rooms down the hall from yours."
Trunks turned his back, and forcibly made the confused Goku do the same while Bulma dressed.
"So," ventured Trunks, "is this what you and Vegeta were yelling about? He hid your clothes?"
Bulma, who was in the process of pulling a t-shirt over her still sopping head, giggled. "Yup. He got it from a soap opera!"
This set her off into another round of giggles, while Trunks stared astonished, and poor Goku looked even more confused.
As Bulma contained herself and set off to confront Vegeta, Trunks muttered something about insanity being inherited and trudged back off to the lab. Goku was left standing in the middle of the house, still scratching his head, incredibly confused.
"So, does this mean I can stay?" he asked the empty room.
Taking the silence as a yes, Goku went to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat.
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Meanwhile, in the Gravity Chamber:
Bulma glared at the personification of arrogance before her, "Put it back NOW!"
"No," Vegeta said simply.
As Bulma's eyes spat fire at him, Vegeta marveled that someone so physically weak could have such a fiery spirit. If looks could kill, Vegeta had no doubt that he'd be facing the battle of his lifetime at this very moment. He didn't know why, but he enjoyed seeing her angry. He enjoyed their verbal spars. He enjoyed—her, and that seriously annoyed him.
*How is it that this weak woman is getting under my skin, where so many others have failed,* Vegeta thought almost angrily, *For years I endured what came my way, not even flinching when those who I crushed plead for mercy. I was never shown any, why should I show it to them? And here, in the space of a year, I find myself caring what this pathetic weakling thinks and feels! This is all Kakkarott's fault somehow! I don't know why, but nothing has been the same since I met that idiot!*
Vegeta gazed down at the angry eyes staring up at him. Thinking of Kakkarott reminded him of the boy. The boy from the future who, if Vegeta had read things right, was the child of Kakkarott and the woman before him. Vegeta felt a slow fire burning in his gut, but he pushed it away. He would deal with Kakkarott later.
"Are you even listening to me Vegeta," screeched the woman in front of him, finally regaining his attention.
"Of course not, woman," answered Vegeta loftily, "I already told you to move it back yourself."
Bulma's eyes narrowed, "And if you had been listening VEGETA, I already told YOU that either you move it back NOW, or the Gravity Room will be taking a permanent vacation to the SCRAP HEAP!"
Vegeta growled—she had him. "Fine. You fix the Gravity Chamber, CORRECTLY," he added glaring into her eyes, "and I will fix your room."
"Fine!" echoed Bulma, spinning away and stomping off to get her tools.
Vegeta snarled under his breath, but turned back to the house, and the mess he had made of Bulma's room. This was going to be a long day.
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Later that night:
The gravity room was fixed, this time with no bugs, intentional or otherwise, and Bulma's room was back to normal, save for several large holes in the wall put there by a frustrated Vegeta when she informed him that just dumping all of her things in the middle of the floor did NOT qualify as fixing.
The night was quiet. Trunks and Goku were sound asleep in their respective bedrooms, and Bulma was just sneaking downstairs for a midnight snack. Almost through the door, she heard the sound of rustling coming from the kitchen. Cautiously she peeked in only to run smack dab into Vegeta, balancing a very LARGE plate of food on each arm.
"Vegeta!"
"Damnit woman, what the hell are you doing here?"
Bulma glared at the plates Vegeta was holding, "Same thing as you, just not as much!"
Vegeta humphed, "Saiyans require a lot of food. Look at that idiot Kakkarott."
Bulma glared and tried to get past Vegeta who was blocking the doorway. "Let me past!"
"Ha! A prince never gives way to a peasant! YOU let ME past!"
The two glared at each other for a moment, chests pressed together, eyes locked, like two gladiators preparing for battle.
Vegeta suddenly realized her chest was crushed tightly to his as she fought to get past him. Her eyes were like blue fire sending off sparks in all directions.
Staring angrily up at Vegeta, Bulma saw something spark in his eyes, and she realized how close they were standing together. Hesitantly, she reached up and put her hand to his cheek, wanting to see the warmth behind those cold eyes again. He did not pull away. Slowly she leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft, and reflected none of the harshness of his eyes when they hesitantly returned the kiss.
"Hey guys whatcha doin'?"
The moment was shattered and they quickly spun around to face Goku grinning at them quizzically
Vegeta snarled and pushed his way past them, stomping upstairs, still balancing his food. Bulma whirled on Goku, and with a wordless yell pushed past him to stomp off to her own bedroom.
*Uh oh, looks like I interrupted something.* Goku thought to himself, and smiled as he proceeded to raid the fridge—he knew it didn't matter—those two were made for each other.
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Up a flight of stairs, and down a long hall, Mirai Trunks groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. *I can't believe these people are my parents,* he thought, dreaming wistfully of his own, quiet reserved mother. "Don't they ever stop screaming," he mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, pillow clenched tightly over his ears.
***Well, that's it! Sparks are flying, eh? Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of, As the Vegeta Turns, er, I mean, never mind, you get the drift! R&R please!***
{A/N}-A reviewer, Beth, asked why Goku didn't just use Instant Transmission to get to Bulma's place. Now, not that I'm privy to the inner workings of Goku's mind, but my guess would be that he was sad, and by flying slowly off, he was giving Chi-Chi a chance to call him back. Besides, he'd get there too soon if he used it! ::smile:: On with the show!]
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Last Time:
Bulma & Vegeta:
Vegeta smirked as he removed the last scrap of clothing from Bulma's closet and into the guest room down the hall.
Bulma reached out with a sigh and turned off the water, which was starting to go cold. She blindly reached out of the shower, her hand searching for a towel, and squinted her eyes open in confusion when her hand did not find one.
Trunks:
"VVVEEEEEGEEEEEEEETTAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Trunks paled and took off towards the source of the shriek. Vegeta might be his father, but Bulma was the mother he had known his whole life, who had raised him alone under the most terrible circumstances imaginable. He didn't care if Vegeta was his father. If he'd hurt his mother, Vegeta was going to pay.
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Bulma glared out her door at the gloating prince standing in her hallway. *I'm going to wipe that arrogant little smirk right off his face,* she thought angrily, throwing open the door and stomping nude and still dripping across the hallway to confront him.
Balling her hands up into fists, she proceeded to beat the living daylights out of him. Or well, at least she TRIED. Although Bulma was not physically strong compared to most of her friends, you don't spend your entire life around the best fighters in the world and not pick up a trick or two. Although she wasn't in the league of most professional fighters, she could pretty much kick the crap out of any robber, or over aggressive male who came her way. Which she had had to do a time or two when Yamcha was not around.
Vegeta, however, took her blows without flinching, standing there smirking until a sharp uppercut connected with his nose. A thin trickle of blood inched down toward his lips. Growling, he caught her fists and glared at her. He couldn't believe this weak female had actually drawn blood on him!
Wiping his nose with one hand, holding her fists in the other, he was suddenly very aware that her nude body was pressed against him as she struggled against his grasp.
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Bulma realized she was pressed up against Vegeta, entirely nude, and from the startled look in his eye, he, apparently, had just realized the same thing.
Bulma held her breath and looked in his eyes. She was startled to see something behind the blank coldness that usually glared out at the world. "Vegeta," she whispered.
Vegeta released her hands and took a few quick steps backwards.
"What do you want, woman," Vegeta asked, his voice not sounding nearly as scornful as he had intended it to.
Bulma shivered and took a quick breath, reminded of why she was out here, nude, with him, in the hallway, "What the HELL did you do with my stuff?"
Vegeta smirked. This he could handle. He leaned casually against the wall and crossed his arms. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"
Bulma blinked. "Where in the hell did you learn that expression?"
Vegeta's smirk grew a little wider, "From one of your 'soap operas'," he said smugly.
Bulma stared for a moment and then burst out laughing. She knew that this situation seemed vaguely familiar. Vegeta had ripped it off from one of her soaps!
Vegeta stared as Bulma convulsed with laughter. *Why is the cursed woman laughing?!* Vegeta growled menacingly, which only made Bulma laugh even more.
Vegeta turned on heel and strode swiftly down the hallway, almost running into Trunks as he turned the corner. Trunks thought for a moment, then peeked down the hallway to see Bulma rolling around laughing on the carpet—and she was naked!
Trunks felt his cheeks flush as he quickly turned away. He did NOT want to know. He turned and went quickly down another hallway to get his mother some clothes.
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When Bulma had finally regained control of herself, she realized that she was still lying nude in the hallway. *That Vegeta,* she thought fuming, *He better give me my clothes back!* Bulma took off down the hallway at a run. There was no way she was letting him escape.
As Bulma turned the corner, she ran smack into a brick wall. Or at least that was what it felt like. Bulma sat sprawled on the floor rubbing her head, and looked up to see Goku grinning apologetically down at her.
"Gee Bulma, I'm sorry! I didn't see you!"
Bulma was stunned for a moment, then realizing she was naked yelled, "Goku, what the hell are you doing here?!"
As Bulma scrunched into a little ball and tried to conceal her nudity, Goku explained how Chi-Chi had kicked him out for the week. "So Bulma, do you think I could live here for awhile," asked Goku.
"Goku, has it escaped your notice that I'm naked," yelled Bulma, highly aware of the probability that she and Goku had a child in the future together.
Goku scratched his head and looked confused, "So? It's not like I've never seen you naked before Bulma."
"You were TWELVE YEARS OLD at the time GOKU," Bulma screamed causing Goku to take a step back.
Just then, Trunks appeared, stumbling into the living room where they were standing, with one hand over his eyes. He dropped a bundle of clothes at Bulma's feet and explained, "I found your stuff. It was all in one of the guest rooms down the hall from yours."
Trunks turned his back, and forcibly made the confused Goku do the same while Bulma dressed.
"So," ventured Trunks, "is this what you and Vegeta were yelling about? He hid your clothes?"
Bulma, who was in the process of pulling a t-shirt over her still sopping head, giggled. "Yup. He got it from a soap opera!"
This set her off into another round of giggles, while Trunks stared astonished, and poor Goku looked even more confused.
As Bulma contained herself and set off to confront Vegeta, Trunks muttered something about insanity being inherited and trudged back off to the lab. Goku was left standing in the middle of the house, still scratching his head, incredibly confused.
"So, does this mean I can stay?" he asked the empty room.
Taking the silence as a yes, Goku went to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat.
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Meanwhile, in the Gravity Chamber:
Bulma glared at the personification of arrogance before her, "Put it back NOW!"
"No," Vegeta said simply.
As Bulma's eyes spat fire at him, Vegeta marveled that someone so physically weak could have such a fiery spirit. If looks could kill, Vegeta had no doubt that he'd be facing the battle of his lifetime at this very moment. He didn't know why, but he enjoyed seeing her angry. He enjoyed their verbal spars. He enjoyed—her, and that seriously annoyed him.
*How is it that this weak woman is getting under my skin, where so many others have failed,* Vegeta thought almost angrily, *For years I endured what came my way, not even flinching when those who I crushed plead for mercy. I was never shown any, why should I show it to them? And here, in the space of a year, I find myself caring what this pathetic weakling thinks and feels! This is all Kakkarott's fault somehow! I don't know why, but nothing has been the same since I met that idiot!*
Vegeta gazed down at the angry eyes staring up at him. Thinking of Kakkarott reminded him of the boy. The boy from the future who, if Vegeta had read things right, was the child of Kakkarott and the woman before him. Vegeta felt a slow fire burning in his gut, but he pushed it away. He would deal with Kakkarott later.
"Are you even listening to me Vegeta," screeched the woman in front of him, finally regaining his attention.
"Of course not, woman," answered Vegeta loftily, "I already told you to move it back yourself."
Bulma's eyes narrowed, "And if you had been listening VEGETA, I already told YOU that either you move it back NOW, or the Gravity Room will be taking a permanent vacation to the SCRAP HEAP!"
Vegeta growled—she had him. "Fine. You fix the Gravity Chamber, CORRECTLY," he added glaring into her eyes, "and I will fix your room."
"Fine!" echoed Bulma, spinning away and stomping off to get her tools.
Vegeta snarled under his breath, but turned back to the house, and the mess he had made of Bulma's room. This was going to be a long day.
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Later that night:
The gravity room was fixed, this time with no bugs, intentional or otherwise, and Bulma's room was back to normal, save for several large holes in the wall put there by a frustrated Vegeta when she informed him that just dumping all of her things in the middle of the floor did NOT qualify as fixing.
The night was quiet. Trunks and Goku were sound asleep in their respective bedrooms, and Bulma was just sneaking downstairs for a midnight snack. Almost through the door, she heard the sound of rustling coming from the kitchen. Cautiously she peeked in only to run smack dab into Vegeta, balancing a very LARGE plate of food on each arm.
"Vegeta!"
"Damnit woman, what the hell are you doing here?"
Bulma glared at the plates Vegeta was holding, "Same thing as you, just not as much!"
Vegeta humphed, "Saiyans require a lot of food. Look at that idiot Kakkarott."
Bulma glared and tried to get past Vegeta who was blocking the doorway. "Let me past!"
"Ha! A prince never gives way to a peasant! YOU let ME past!"
The two glared at each other for a moment, chests pressed together, eyes locked, like two gladiators preparing for battle.
Vegeta suddenly realized her chest was crushed tightly to his as she fought to get past him. Her eyes were like blue fire sending off sparks in all directions.
Staring angrily up at Vegeta, Bulma saw something spark in his eyes, and she realized how close they were standing together. Hesitantly, she reached up and put her hand to his cheek, wanting to see the warmth behind those cold eyes again. He did not pull away. Slowly she leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft, and reflected none of the harshness of his eyes when they hesitantly returned the kiss.
"Hey guys whatcha doin'?"
The moment was shattered and they quickly spun around to face Goku grinning at them quizzically
Vegeta snarled and pushed his way past them, stomping upstairs, still balancing his food. Bulma whirled on Goku, and with a wordless yell pushed past him to stomp off to her own bedroom.
*Uh oh, looks like I interrupted something.* Goku thought to himself, and smiled as he proceeded to raid the fridge—he knew it didn't matter—those two were made for each other.
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Up a flight of stairs, and down a long hall, Mirai Trunks groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. *I can't believe these people are my parents,* he thought, dreaming wistfully of his own, quiet reserved mother. "Don't they ever stop screaming," he mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep, pillow clenched tightly over his ears.
***Well, that's it! Sparks are flying, eh? Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of, As the Vegeta Turns, er, I mean, never mind, you get the drift! R&R please!***