Yeah, he left. But he didn't go far. Bulma could feel Vegeta going nuts,
with his ki raging as an unruly forest fire. What? he's upset over what she
said? HA! Damn monster! She wiped her lips again and turned her head in the
direction he was. How dare he!
Closer to the evening, all of the sudden it begun to rain. Bulma crawled inside the tent and sitting down on the floor, started to dose off. She didn't remember how long she slept, but loud thunder awoke her, and she looked outside. It was raining cats and dogs, with icy cold drops pouring by the bucket from the skies. This was a mother of all storms. Lightning flashed its powerful fury, and she was surprised to feel Vegeta, still near by. He was still…there… but he wasn't training.
Bah – she thought to herself, - what do I care?
You deserve better – ran through her mind and she bit her lip.
DARN IT – Bulma sprang up to her feet and took off.
She found Vegeta standing in the middle of raging storm, his feet shoulder length apart, his back proudly arched, his face turned towards the enraged skies. He looked as if he was challenging Mother Nature herself.
Vegeta – she yelled, trying to overcome the noises of the rain.
He didn't even wince. Bulma couldn't tell if he heard her or not, or was he ignoring her on purpose. She landed and came closer.
VEGETA!
Same reaction. Saiyan prince stood there, looking up at the sky. Bulma moved closer, about an arm reach. She was soaked head to toe, and her hair clumped on her face as she angrily threw it off on the side.
VEGETA – she yelled again.
This time he finally heard her and a slight movement of his head indicated that she was an unpleasant phenomenon.
Vegeta – she said, - Go home. You shouldn't be standing her in the rain.
Lightning struck, cutting the sky in two halves and his eyes, sparkled with devilish fire. Bulma almost jumped back, realizing how much that man really scared her. For a moment, she wasn't even sure what she was doing here. But it was already too late to turn back.
Don't be an idiot – she told him, letting his anger ricochet off her calm voice – if you catch pneumonia even if you turn Super Saiyan – you won't be able to beat Goku.
Leave me alone, woman – he answered.
Damn it, Vegeta – she got angry – MY NAME IS BULMA! And you better start remembering that if you want to use gravitron EVER again!
I don't need your machine – he answered her – And more I don't need you around. Now, get lost.
She growled. Vegeta was impossible. Moreover, she was getting insanely angry at herself, for even being a fool, thinking that she could talk to Vegeta, and coming over here.
Fine – she answered – but if you aren't leaving, I'm not leaving either. – She folded her hands on her chest – we'll just stand here together! If you're so insanely stubborn to see that you're only hurting yourself.
He looked at her and grinned. She wasn't a Saiyan, but she surely surpassed any Saiyan woman in stubbornness and a will to get her way. Yet he could clearly see that she was miserable, Bulma was still not well, but she did everything not to let that through.
Vegeta – she touched him softly on the shoulder – and he intuitively jerked his head back as her big blue eyes appeared right before him – please – she said with a voice that had no anger – if you want to be mad at me, be mad at me when it's not raining! Would you at least get out of the rain!
There was no explanation at what has happened next. Even if asked, Bulma still didn't know what exactly came over her, and what was it that made her lean over and kiss Vegeta, but whatever it was, it surprised him enough to wrap his arms around her. It felt like they both stop breathing for a moment. When the kiss stopped, as she looked in his eyes, she realized that there were so many things deep inside his eyes, even if it was dark and cold outside, and the sky was coming down, and the lightning had the whole planet shaking with fear – there was something in Vegeta's eyes, that didn't let her to turn away for a split second, not even to catch her breath. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. All of the sudden, the rain didn't even matter anymore and whatever someone else would have had said in those moments, she read in his eyes. He held her gently, patiently, perhaps the first time in his whole life, the Saiyan prince ever held anyone like that. They didn't ever say a word to one another, as Bulma felt burning hot kiss on her neck and closed her eyes. Whatever was going to happen didn't really bother her anymore. For this moment, she believed that there was nothing wrong with the way things were going and as Vegeta's demanding, passionate lips, moved lower, sending the waves of fire through her entire body, and his fingers found the zipper on her shirt all she could do is run her fingers through his unruly hair, close her eyes, and turn her face towards the cold water falling like a waterfall from the sky. His face appeared before her and Bulma pulled him closer and kissed him, willingly. No one, was going to know what happened.
She woke up, shivering from cold. They were both laying in the grass, wet cold grass, and with most of the clothing scattered some place around. Bulma looked up just to find out that Vegeta wasn't sleeping. He laid there, staring at the sky. She tried to power up, to warm up, but the shudder was just too strong, and she started to shake. He turned and looked at her.
I'm cold – she mumbled, trying not to let her teeth chatter.
Saiyan grinned and pulled her closer. Bulma wrapped her arms around his torso – he was so warm.
you know, it would be nice if we could get dressed in something warm – she said still shaking.
Gah - Vegeta uttered. – Fine. – He picked her up and in a blink of an eye, they were right in front of the tent. Bulma dove in, right under the covers, shaking off the cold air. She waited for Vegeta and looked out of the tent again.
What? are you just going to stand there naked? – she smiled motioning him to come in.
I'm a warrior – he answered proudly arching his back – I don't fear cold.
Yeah, yeah – she answered grabbing his hand – now get in – and pulling him in with her. – I mean as long as we're both naked – she said giggling as the tempting warmth and firmness of his body burned her with anxiety.
Bah – Vegeta looked at her – are all earth women this eager? – he asked wrapping his arms around the curves of her body
I'm a woman – she answered running her fingers through his hair and looking him straight in the eyes – I have needs. What? You think you men are the only ones who have feelings? Unless, you can't…then I understand…
Vegeta grinned and kissed her gently and passionately.
I'm a prince – he answered – no woman can be stronger then I. – he kissed her again and again, until they both lost themselves individually and grew closer as one.
She was definitely loosing her mind. Maybe, and maybe for once, she saw something
in someone's eyes that she never seen before. All those years that she spent with Yamcha, he never looked at her the way Vegeta did. There was never a silent promise to be with her ONLY in Yamcha's eyes, as there was in Vegeta's. There was never love burning hotter then a raging fire, even if it was hidden under the mask of coldness and carelessness, and rude words and behavior. Maybe, even if Vegeta never said " I love you" to anyone in his life, at least not out loud, he was saying it to her, when they were together in the way he changed all of the sudden. In the way he held her when he thought she was sleeping, carefully, brushing hair away from her face. In the way he looked at her, long hours, holding her so close, a bit more and she would have become one with him. It was written all over his face, when she smiled, teasing him, or blushed. For those spare moments that she was able to think clearly, her mind screamed for her to get out of there, to leave, run, get out. But her heart couldn't tear apart from him. One look in his eyes, and Bulma would forget everything that has happened before – it was like a drug never has she ever had Yamcha looked at her with such passion. This was ridiculous she told herself, but there was no escape. But this is Vegeta – her mind raced – and yet she remembered what Gohan told her about the fight that happened on the Planet Namek, when Frieza killed him. There was a heart somewhere there, a heart that was somewhat cold and ruthless, but brave and noble never the less.
Not to mention that Vegeta was a great lover. She blushed as the thought ran through her mind, but in all those years she spent with Yamcha she didn't even realize what was missing from their relationship. This raw feeling that drove them both almost insane. Yamcha was more after his own feelings and his own needs. In a word, she was a bit surprised, to find that from a loner like Vegeta. Bulma turned her head and looked at his face. He was asleep. Even in his sleep, his face continue to bare that ruthless and powerful expression, his lips locked, his eyebrows meeting over the temple of his eyes, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Was she in love with him? That's an impossible thought. She couldn't be. Vegeta… Vegeta… Vegeta was….Bulma sat up, and grabbed her bra and her shirt. She found the rest of her clothing in the bag and got ready to get out, as she felt a demanding tug on her arm.
Gah – he uttered opening one eye – where is it that you're going?
Bulma smiled and motioned at him, as if she was shooing an annoying fly.
Out – she answered – go back to sleep.
Ugh… - his eyebrow curved – are you telling me what to do?
Bulma rolled her eyes.
Whatever – she answered – I want to get some air. Is that a crime?
I'm a prince – he said, getting up and sitting down – you should be…
Be quiet before you spoil it for your own self – she squeezed through her teeth, although with absolutely no anger in her voice.
Vegeta grinned. It was fun eating away at her nerves. Bulma stuck her nose in the air, and exited the tent. She bent her knees, and jumped up straight in the air. Folding her hands over her chest in a triangle, she closed her eyes, gathering her energy. The burn on her palms told her she gathered sufficient amount.
KAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa- she started concentrating every ounce of it she had right in front of her. Sometimes the power she possessed even scarred her. The powerful burn and violent push of the energy, gnawing to be released sometimes overcame her, and she continued to fire the attacks, loosing herself in the endless fury of this raw emotion. Suddenly she felt someone's hands cover her own and that almost made her loose the grip on the ball, shattering her concentration.
Foolish woman – a well-known voice said from behind.
"How in the hell does he do that every time?" – she pondered – " He keeps on sneaking up on me and I fail to catch his ki"
Vegeta was floating right close behind her, with his arms around her shoulders, their hands touching at the palm bases. Bulma dropped a look over her shoulder at him. Vegeta grinned. Well this was new.
This is the only way I know how to do it – Bulma answered, knowing what Vegeta was referring to. Her little troubles with aiming and controlling of the energy she released. It was powerful, yes, but what's good all that power if it was wasted?
That idiot Kakorot taught you how to do this, no doubt – Vegeta snickered and the hug on Bulma's shoulders became a bit tighter. It was a itty-bitty hard to concentrate, when she could feel the heart beating in his chest, so close, so powerful.
No – she answered – throwing those thoughts aside – I've learned it myself.
Nani? – their eyes met, and this time Vegeta was really surprised. – You taught yourself how to do all of this?
Yeah – she answered with a slight sound of agitation in her voice – What? You think I had Goku baby sit me, and teach me how to control my ki? I learned it myself. I just watched him do it. And then I ….Well I just thought that I could do it also. Shouldn't be that much of a problem. Solar Flare though – that I learned from Tien.
Tien?
Yeah, guy with three eyes…
Hmmmm…. – Vegeta gently forced her hands down, closer to her chest – Like this. Now concentrate.
Bulma closed her eyes and began to gather all of her energy. She could feel the power, once more increasing the hold on her. Vegeta leaned over to her ear.
Feel the energy – he said in a leveled voice – as if it's an extension of your own body… like an arm or a leg…
She nodded. Her hands began to sparkle and the burning sensation became stronger and stronger – Bulma tried to jerk them back - but he didn't let her move. As the energy grew, so grew the pain, and the impatient tug that knocked on the inside of her heart. Let me go – it said.
Now, release it – he commanded and Bulma obeyed. The ball sparkled through the air, faster then the eye could even realize and blew up in a dazzling displays of fireworks. It hit right on target – a power this big was usually a problem for her – as she couldn't aim very well, all those efforts proved to be somewhat fruitless.
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – she screamed excitedly and turned around – I did it, Vegeta! – she grabbed his face with both of her hands and planted a kiss square on
his lips. Saiyan's eyebrow curved, but he didn't move away. All of the sudden, Bulma realized what she just did and she let go of him and jerked back. A terrible thought crossed her mind, and as she look him straight in the eyes, trying to find an honest answer – whatever she found scared her more and more. Vegeta moved closer but she jerked back.
What is it now, Woman?
She lowered her eyes. Of course Vegeta never loved her.
Nothing – she answered in a low voice – now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone. – she felt the tears creeping up on her. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING??????!!! Her own willingness to jump the gun, made her look like a fool, yet another time.
Vegeta shrug his shoulders.
Bah – he answered and turned around. He floated in the air for a second and then turned back around – But remember this. – His voice was clear, cutting Bulma's consensus like hot knife through butter – he will NOT have you. I'll see to that. Bulma's jaw dropped.
W..wh..what did you just say? – she asked stuttering.
That weakling. – She understood he was talking about Yamcha, not because Vegeta was an expert on communicating his thoughts clearly, but because every time Yamcha was around – Vegeta's eyes lit with the same kind of hellish fire she suddenly saw herself looking into. – He will not have you.
Did you just tell me you loved me, Vegeta? – she asked more surprised then anything in her life.
Gah. I don't have time for that foolishness. You should be honored, I've chosen you for my mate, woman.
Fine – she answered, as a devilish smirked, sneaked up her lips – then I'll just go back to Yamcha. After all, who the HELL do you THINK YOU are? Oh…. what are you going to do, huh? Kill him? And by the way, on THIS planet, this is called girlfriend you brainless idiot!
Vegeta – who started to get insanely angry, cooled immediately off.
Heh – he chuckled – of course you'll go back to him. Why shouldn't you? After all, he's your kind. A weak earth woman like yourself, cannot handle the Saiyan Prince.
WHAT? I can handle ten like you! I'll prove it to you – Bulma yelled and covered her mouth immediately realizing what she just said. She couldn't believe it, but what was more surprising is the fact that VEGETA actually for ONCE outwitted her.
Vegeta's grin grew wider.
Fine – he turned away preparing to fly off – you talked me into it.
Bulma slapped her forehead. She was now, Vegeta's girlfriend.
Oh man – she moaned – Goku will flip when he hears this!
Closer to the evening, all of the sudden it begun to rain. Bulma crawled inside the tent and sitting down on the floor, started to dose off. She didn't remember how long she slept, but loud thunder awoke her, and she looked outside. It was raining cats and dogs, with icy cold drops pouring by the bucket from the skies. This was a mother of all storms. Lightning flashed its powerful fury, and she was surprised to feel Vegeta, still near by. He was still…there… but he wasn't training.
Bah – she thought to herself, - what do I care?
You deserve better – ran through her mind and she bit her lip.
DARN IT – Bulma sprang up to her feet and took off.
She found Vegeta standing in the middle of raging storm, his feet shoulder length apart, his back proudly arched, his face turned towards the enraged skies. He looked as if he was challenging Mother Nature herself.
Vegeta – she yelled, trying to overcome the noises of the rain.
He didn't even wince. Bulma couldn't tell if he heard her or not, or was he ignoring her on purpose. She landed and came closer.
VEGETA!
Same reaction. Saiyan prince stood there, looking up at the sky. Bulma moved closer, about an arm reach. She was soaked head to toe, and her hair clumped on her face as she angrily threw it off on the side.
VEGETA – she yelled again.
This time he finally heard her and a slight movement of his head indicated that she was an unpleasant phenomenon.
Vegeta – she said, - Go home. You shouldn't be standing her in the rain.
Lightning struck, cutting the sky in two halves and his eyes, sparkled with devilish fire. Bulma almost jumped back, realizing how much that man really scared her. For a moment, she wasn't even sure what she was doing here. But it was already too late to turn back.
Don't be an idiot – she told him, letting his anger ricochet off her calm voice – if you catch pneumonia even if you turn Super Saiyan – you won't be able to beat Goku.
Leave me alone, woman – he answered.
Damn it, Vegeta – she got angry – MY NAME IS BULMA! And you better start remembering that if you want to use gravitron EVER again!
I don't need your machine – he answered her – And more I don't need you around. Now, get lost.
She growled. Vegeta was impossible. Moreover, she was getting insanely angry at herself, for even being a fool, thinking that she could talk to Vegeta, and coming over here.
Fine – she answered – but if you aren't leaving, I'm not leaving either. – She folded her hands on her chest – we'll just stand here together! If you're so insanely stubborn to see that you're only hurting yourself.
He looked at her and grinned. She wasn't a Saiyan, but she surely surpassed any Saiyan woman in stubbornness and a will to get her way. Yet he could clearly see that she was miserable, Bulma was still not well, but she did everything not to let that through.
Vegeta – she touched him softly on the shoulder – and he intuitively jerked his head back as her big blue eyes appeared right before him – please – she said with a voice that had no anger – if you want to be mad at me, be mad at me when it's not raining! Would you at least get out of the rain!
There was no explanation at what has happened next. Even if asked, Bulma still didn't know what exactly came over her, and what was it that made her lean over and kiss Vegeta, but whatever it was, it surprised him enough to wrap his arms around her. It felt like they both stop breathing for a moment. When the kiss stopped, as she looked in his eyes, she realized that there were so many things deep inside his eyes, even if it was dark and cold outside, and the sky was coming down, and the lightning had the whole planet shaking with fear – there was something in Vegeta's eyes, that didn't let her to turn away for a split second, not even to catch her breath. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. All of the sudden, the rain didn't even matter anymore and whatever someone else would have had said in those moments, she read in his eyes. He held her gently, patiently, perhaps the first time in his whole life, the Saiyan prince ever held anyone like that. They didn't ever say a word to one another, as Bulma felt burning hot kiss on her neck and closed her eyes. Whatever was going to happen didn't really bother her anymore. For this moment, she believed that there was nothing wrong with the way things were going and as Vegeta's demanding, passionate lips, moved lower, sending the waves of fire through her entire body, and his fingers found the zipper on her shirt all she could do is run her fingers through his unruly hair, close her eyes, and turn her face towards the cold water falling like a waterfall from the sky. His face appeared before her and Bulma pulled him closer and kissed him, willingly. No one, was going to know what happened.
She woke up, shivering from cold. They were both laying in the grass, wet cold grass, and with most of the clothing scattered some place around. Bulma looked up just to find out that Vegeta wasn't sleeping. He laid there, staring at the sky. She tried to power up, to warm up, but the shudder was just too strong, and she started to shake. He turned and looked at her.
I'm cold – she mumbled, trying not to let her teeth chatter.
Saiyan grinned and pulled her closer. Bulma wrapped her arms around his torso – he was so warm.
you know, it would be nice if we could get dressed in something warm – she said still shaking.
Gah - Vegeta uttered. – Fine. – He picked her up and in a blink of an eye, they were right in front of the tent. Bulma dove in, right under the covers, shaking off the cold air. She waited for Vegeta and looked out of the tent again.
What? are you just going to stand there naked? – she smiled motioning him to come in.
I'm a warrior – he answered proudly arching his back – I don't fear cold.
Yeah, yeah – she answered grabbing his hand – now get in – and pulling him in with her. – I mean as long as we're both naked – she said giggling as the tempting warmth and firmness of his body burned her with anxiety.
Bah – Vegeta looked at her – are all earth women this eager? – he asked wrapping his arms around the curves of her body
I'm a woman – she answered running her fingers through his hair and looking him straight in the eyes – I have needs. What? You think you men are the only ones who have feelings? Unless, you can't…then I understand…
Vegeta grinned and kissed her gently and passionately.
I'm a prince – he answered – no woman can be stronger then I. – he kissed her again and again, until they both lost themselves individually and grew closer as one.
She was definitely loosing her mind. Maybe, and maybe for once, she saw something
in someone's eyes that she never seen before. All those years that she spent with Yamcha, he never looked at her the way Vegeta did. There was never a silent promise to be with her ONLY in Yamcha's eyes, as there was in Vegeta's. There was never love burning hotter then a raging fire, even if it was hidden under the mask of coldness and carelessness, and rude words and behavior. Maybe, even if Vegeta never said " I love you" to anyone in his life, at least not out loud, he was saying it to her, when they were together in the way he changed all of the sudden. In the way he held her when he thought she was sleeping, carefully, brushing hair away from her face. In the way he looked at her, long hours, holding her so close, a bit more and she would have become one with him. It was written all over his face, when she smiled, teasing him, or blushed. For those spare moments that she was able to think clearly, her mind screamed for her to get out of there, to leave, run, get out. But her heart couldn't tear apart from him. One look in his eyes, and Bulma would forget everything that has happened before – it was like a drug never has she ever had Yamcha looked at her with such passion. This was ridiculous she told herself, but there was no escape. But this is Vegeta – her mind raced – and yet she remembered what Gohan told her about the fight that happened on the Planet Namek, when Frieza killed him. There was a heart somewhere there, a heart that was somewhat cold and ruthless, but brave and noble never the less.
Not to mention that Vegeta was a great lover. She blushed as the thought ran through her mind, but in all those years she spent with Yamcha she didn't even realize what was missing from their relationship. This raw feeling that drove them both almost insane. Yamcha was more after his own feelings and his own needs. In a word, she was a bit surprised, to find that from a loner like Vegeta. Bulma turned her head and looked at his face. He was asleep. Even in his sleep, his face continue to bare that ruthless and powerful expression, his lips locked, his eyebrows meeting over the temple of his eyes, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Was she in love with him? That's an impossible thought. She couldn't be. Vegeta… Vegeta… Vegeta was….Bulma sat up, and grabbed her bra and her shirt. She found the rest of her clothing in the bag and got ready to get out, as she felt a demanding tug on her arm.
Gah – he uttered opening one eye – where is it that you're going?
Bulma smiled and motioned at him, as if she was shooing an annoying fly.
Out – she answered – go back to sleep.
Ugh… - his eyebrow curved – are you telling me what to do?
Bulma rolled her eyes.
Whatever – she answered – I want to get some air. Is that a crime?
I'm a prince – he said, getting up and sitting down – you should be…
Be quiet before you spoil it for your own self – she squeezed through her teeth, although with absolutely no anger in her voice.
Vegeta grinned. It was fun eating away at her nerves. Bulma stuck her nose in the air, and exited the tent. She bent her knees, and jumped up straight in the air. Folding her hands over her chest in a triangle, she closed her eyes, gathering her energy. The burn on her palms told her she gathered sufficient amount.
KAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa- she started concentrating every ounce of it she had right in front of her. Sometimes the power she possessed even scarred her. The powerful burn and violent push of the energy, gnawing to be released sometimes overcame her, and she continued to fire the attacks, loosing herself in the endless fury of this raw emotion. Suddenly she felt someone's hands cover her own and that almost made her loose the grip on the ball, shattering her concentration.
Foolish woman – a well-known voice said from behind.
"How in the hell does he do that every time?" – she pondered – " He keeps on sneaking up on me and I fail to catch his ki"
Vegeta was floating right close behind her, with his arms around her shoulders, their hands touching at the palm bases. Bulma dropped a look over her shoulder at him. Vegeta grinned. Well this was new.
This is the only way I know how to do it – Bulma answered, knowing what Vegeta was referring to. Her little troubles with aiming and controlling of the energy she released. It was powerful, yes, but what's good all that power if it was wasted?
That idiot Kakorot taught you how to do this, no doubt – Vegeta snickered and the hug on Bulma's shoulders became a bit tighter. It was a itty-bitty hard to concentrate, when she could feel the heart beating in his chest, so close, so powerful.
No – she answered – throwing those thoughts aside – I've learned it myself.
Nani? – their eyes met, and this time Vegeta was really surprised. – You taught yourself how to do all of this?
Yeah – she answered with a slight sound of agitation in her voice – What? You think I had Goku baby sit me, and teach me how to control my ki? I learned it myself. I just watched him do it. And then I ….Well I just thought that I could do it also. Shouldn't be that much of a problem. Solar Flare though – that I learned from Tien.
Tien?
Yeah, guy with three eyes…
Hmmmm…. – Vegeta gently forced her hands down, closer to her chest – Like this. Now concentrate.
Bulma closed her eyes and began to gather all of her energy. She could feel the power, once more increasing the hold on her. Vegeta leaned over to her ear.
Feel the energy – he said in a leveled voice – as if it's an extension of your own body… like an arm or a leg…
She nodded. Her hands began to sparkle and the burning sensation became stronger and stronger – Bulma tried to jerk them back - but he didn't let her move. As the energy grew, so grew the pain, and the impatient tug that knocked on the inside of her heart. Let me go – it said.
Now, release it – he commanded and Bulma obeyed. The ball sparkled through the air, faster then the eye could even realize and blew up in a dazzling displays of fireworks. It hit right on target – a power this big was usually a problem for her – as she couldn't aim very well, all those efforts proved to be somewhat fruitless.
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH – she screamed excitedly and turned around – I did it, Vegeta! – she grabbed his face with both of her hands and planted a kiss square on
his lips. Saiyan's eyebrow curved, but he didn't move away. All of the sudden, Bulma realized what she just did and she let go of him and jerked back. A terrible thought crossed her mind, and as she look him straight in the eyes, trying to find an honest answer – whatever she found scared her more and more. Vegeta moved closer but she jerked back.
What is it now, Woman?
She lowered her eyes. Of course Vegeta never loved her.
Nothing – she answered in a low voice – now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone. – she felt the tears creeping up on her. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING??????!!! Her own willingness to jump the gun, made her look like a fool, yet another time.
Vegeta shrug his shoulders.
Bah – he answered and turned around. He floated in the air for a second and then turned back around – But remember this. – His voice was clear, cutting Bulma's consensus like hot knife through butter – he will NOT have you. I'll see to that. Bulma's jaw dropped.
W..wh..what did you just say? – she asked stuttering.
That weakling. – She understood he was talking about Yamcha, not because Vegeta was an expert on communicating his thoughts clearly, but because every time Yamcha was around – Vegeta's eyes lit with the same kind of hellish fire she suddenly saw herself looking into. – He will not have you.
Did you just tell me you loved me, Vegeta? – she asked more surprised then anything in her life.
Gah. I don't have time for that foolishness. You should be honored, I've chosen you for my mate, woman.
Fine – she answered, as a devilish smirked, sneaked up her lips – then I'll just go back to Yamcha. After all, who the HELL do you THINK YOU are? Oh…. what are you going to do, huh? Kill him? And by the way, on THIS planet, this is called girlfriend you brainless idiot!
Vegeta – who started to get insanely angry, cooled immediately off.
Heh – he chuckled – of course you'll go back to him. Why shouldn't you? After all, he's your kind. A weak earth woman like yourself, cannot handle the Saiyan Prince.
WHAT? I can handle ten like you! I'll prove it to you – Bulma yelled and covered her mouth immediately realizing what she just said. She couldn't believe it, but what was more surprising is the fact that VEGETA actually for ONCE outwitted her.
Vegeta's grin grew wider.
Fine – he turned away preparing to fly off – you talked me into it.
Bulma slapped her forehead. She was now, Vegeta's girlfriend.
Oh man – she moaned – Goku will flip when he hears this!