Another short chapter, but promise the next one will really catch your interest.
Everyone had arrived, and things started off right as planned, nothing was going to mess this up. Vegeta watched her from the top of the stairs as she greeted everyone, making conversations here and there. She was testing him he knew, because she was walking around flaunting that little dress to everyone, and everyone was gawking for sure. Even that perverted old man couldn't keep away, he didn't even know why she'd even bothered to let him come. The more he watched the more angry he got seeing all the men in that room undressing her with their eyes. She did this on purpose, it was his punishment or something for not going to this blasted get together in the first place. He could tell by the way she looked over at him and smiled. Well, he'd show her, two could play at this game.
"Wow Bulma, you've certainly done a good job with this. Everything's going good." Krillin said.
"Why thanks shortie, it's always my pleasure to throw parties. Nothing could mess this night up." She said gleefully.
Krillin gulped and looked around and said, "Are you so sure? I think we've got company, and you got your hands full."
Bulma looked at him puzzled until she realized what everyone had stopped to gawk at. There he was coming down the stairs in all his glory, in his spandex black shorts, and nothing else. `Why was he wearing those? Was he going to go train?' she thought. All the women were sure to stare at the him as he waltzed over her way. Every muscle in his defined body was clear for all to see.
"Vegeta! What are you doing?!" she said with an irritated tone.
"What does it look like? I knew you were stupid woman, but not blind."
"Now, you decide to go train. Now of all times you decide you want to be your egotistical self and go train?"
He looked at her with his devilish grin, and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen and to the gravity room.
"This is unacceptable Vegeta. Why do you have to do this?" she said with a whine.
"Where's the food woman, I need to eat before I go."
"What?...Vegeta answer me...?"
"WOMAN...FOOD...NOW!"
She growled at him, her temper rising. "In the kitchen as usual." She said. This was just great, he had to be back to his self-centered attitude now. Just when she was thinking she had him wrapped around her finger, he completely does a 180 again. Just before he left, he walked right up to her, so close that his body was just mere inches from touching hers. He grabbed her chin, and whispered into her ear, "Two can play at this. You won't be able to stay away from this...you never have been able to. You know it." He then kissed the side of her neck and grinned. Then before she had anytime to yell at him, he was in the kitchen and out the door.
Everyone had arrived, and things started off right as planned, nothing was going to mess this up. Vegeta watched her from the top of the stairs as she greeted everyone, making conversations here and there. She was testing him he knew, because she was walking around flaunting that little dress to everyone, and everyone was gawking for sure. Even that perverted old man couldn't keep away, he didn't even know why she'd even bothered to let him come. The more he watched the more angry he got seeing all the men in that room undressing her with their eyes. She did this on purpose, it was his punishment or something for not going to this blasted get together in the first place. He could tell by the way she looked over at him and smiled. Well, he'd show her, two could play at this game.
"Wow Bulma, you've certainly done a good job with this. Everything's going good." Krillin said.
"Why thanks shortie, it's always my pleasure to throw parties. Nothing could mess this night up." She said gleefully.
Krillin gulped and looked around and said, "Are you so sure? I think we've got company, and you got your hands full."
Bulma looked at him puzzled until she realized what everyone had stopped to gawk at. There he was coming down the stairs in all his glory, in his spandex black shorts, and nothing else. `Why was he wearing those? Was he going to go train?' she thought. All the women were sure to stare at the him as he waltzed over her way. Every muscle in his defined body was clear for all to see.
"Vegeta! What are you doing?!" she said with an irritated tone.
"What does it look like? I knew you were stupid woman, but not blind."
"Now, you decide to go train. Now of all times you decide you want to be your egotistical self and go train?"
He looked at her with his devilish grin, and proceeded to walk towards the kitchen and to the gravity room.
"This is unacceptable Vegeta. Why do you have to do this?" she said with a whine.
"Where's the food woman, I need to eat before I go."
"What?...Vegeta answer me...?"
"WOMAN...FOOD...NOW!"
She growled at him, her temper rising. "In the kitchen as usual." She said. This was just great, he had to be back to his self-centered attitude now. Just when she was thinking she had him wrapped around her finger, he completely does a 180 again. Just before he left, he walked right up to her, so close that his body was just mere inches from touching hers. He grabbed her chin, and whispered into her ear, "Two can play at this. You won't be able to stay away from this...you never have been able to. You know it." He then kissed the side of her neck and grinned. Then before she had anytime to yell at him, he was in the kitchen and out the door.
