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Chapter 5
Chapter Name: Apologies, Discoveries, and Memories
~From last time...~
"Oh, lookey who's here. Its the bitch. In person. " A rough taunting voice said from the kitchen doorway.
Bulma froze. She hopped off the counter and turned to face the sink, hoping Vegeta(who didya think it was) didn't see her tears.
"Whats the matter? Crying?" He taunted further more.
Bulma clenched her fists. why is he even living here? why? why does he sound like he enjoys tormenting me all the time? ...actually he isn't mean and bad all the time...he just has these mood swings..BULMA! get hold of yourself, don't stand up for him! But its true! Somehow, with you, he always seems to argue with you than threaten to kill you. And most of the time...MOST of the time, he answers your questions in lower tones instead of that come-touch-me-i-dare-you-and-you-die voice.
A fresh wave of tears threatned to spill out of her lovely eyes.
"Vegeta...why are you doing this?" she asked.
Vegeta didn't know what to say for a few moments. Why WAS he doing this?
Bulma didn't wait for his answer and walked out of the other doorway, down the hall and up the stairs to shut herself in her room.
Back downstairs in the kitchen, Vegeta was still standing there. He didn't understand why he felt bad for saying all those things to her. He absently walked and found himself standing outside her door.
What am I doing here?
He cracked the door open a little and peered in. He saw Bulma lying face down on the bed. It looks like she was asleep.
He pulled back from the door crack and stood there, not knowing exactly what is happening.
That woman! She's...so confusing! He had woken up and went down to the lab to see if the old man had finished doing everything. Mr. Briefs wasn't found in the lab, he was outside in the gravity machine. The robots were fixed and the machine is almost done.
Thats when Vegeta walked back into the house and heard someone in the kitchen and found Bulma.
How did I ever end up here anyway?! Vegeta scowled. He leaned back onto the hallway's wall and sat down. He closed his eyes and nodded off.
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Vegeta still didn't find Goku in space and his fuel was going to run out. He had set the course for earth, hoping that Goku had went home already.
BOOOOOOOM! He landed.
"Oh I didn't know we had any guests dropping by...goodnesss! I guess we'll just have to put on another pot of tea!" Mrs. Briefs giggled.
The door opened, became a horizontal platform and he stepped out to see Mrs. Briefs, Bulma and Yamacha with Puar standing there.
Vegeta stares.
"Vegeta! What do YOU want?!" Yamacha growled in his fighting stance.
Vegeta stares a little more.
"Oh my! Perhaps you prefer coffee?" Mrs. Briefs said worriedly.
Vegeta looks disappointed. "I was hoping Kakkarrot would've returned."
"What? You never found him in space?!" Yamacha asked.
Vegeta growls and jumps to the ground and walks up to Yamacha.
"Don't remind me. I'm angry enough to HURT somebody. And pounding YOU might just be the therepy I need."
Bulma walks in middle of the 2 men. "H-Hey guys? Whats that AWFUL smell?! Oh its You."
Bulma reaches out and wipes her index finger on Vegeta's chest. As her finger made contact, Vegeta twitched and trembled a little.
"When's the last time you bathed there bud? P-U! Please, its this way." She holds out the index finger while walking away. Vegeta stared after her, a shock/scowl on his face.
Yamacha and Puar was staring at her like they couldn't believe she would touch Vegeta and was even daring enough to tell him he stinks. Plus, if it was somebody else who done that, they would probably be half dead by now. But Bulma is still standing and walking.
Bulma looks back. "Well what?! Do you want me to ROLL out the red carpet?"
Vegeta growls and reluctantly (more like miraculously, lol ^.^) follows with his hands balled up on his hips.
Bulma leads the way, still holding out the finger that she used to touch him with in front of her. And Vegeta follows, half-stomping with his head lowered, glaring at her.
The scene changes and it was inside a bathroom. Bulma throws Vegeta's suit into the washing machine and held her nose, fanning the air. She left some clothes on a counter and walked back to the bathroom doorway. Vegeta was standing naked in the shower, his back to her, letting the water run all over him.
"Hey you! I left some fresh clothes for you!"
"You can leave NOW!"
"Why YES master, your wish is my command!" she replied in a sarcastic/playful tone.
Vegeta's head was tilted upward and the shower was spraying water down his face and over his body. That female...she's...such an enigma!
"Yeah, that Vegeta is nothing but trouble. He's so unpredictable, its hard to tell what his motives are." Krillin said. He, Yamacha and Puar were sitting around a table on this large balcony place.
"I think he just wants to find Goku. Poor guy...he's obsessed." Yamacha replied.
The door to the balcony beeped as Bulma pressed a button to make it slide open. She stepped through and said "He's used to getting what he wants thats all. He's like a spoiled little kid."
"Man, sounds like you!" Yamacha grinned at her.
"mmph.."Bulma rolled her eyes.
Suddenly echoing from the bathroom from the hallway was Vegeta's voice. "Heelloo?! Servant Woman, bring me a drying cloth...AT ONCE!"
Bulma's eyebrows slanted downward and her eyes narrowed.
"Woman, can you hear me?!"
Bulma whipped around and shouted into the hallway. "I hear YOU! But MY name is BULMA and I'm not your servant so say please!" Bulma stuck her nose in the air proudly.
"Argh! Forget about the STUPID drying cloth then!"
"SUIT YOURSELF! Jet-dry you JERK!"
Silence for a few seconds.
"what...IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!" Vegeta roared.
Bulma's face showed confusion. "Is what a joke?"
"These garments you left...are they for a man or a woman!? They're PINK!"
Bulma laughed. "Comeon, its the STYLE here!"
"Men in Pink! How bizarre!"
Bulma winked at the Krillin, Yamacha and Puar. They broke out laughing.
Vegeta walked up from behind, whith yellowish pants and the pink shirt with "Badman" on the back, growling.
Bulma heard him and stopped laughing. She turned her head and looked at him.
His fists were tightly clenched, held out in front of him. He was bristling, growling, and looking down at himself.
"I'm a WARRIOR! Not a-a variaty of FLOWER!"
"Well...you smell good." Bulma teased.
They all broke out in helpless laughter again.
"grrr...STOP THAT! STOP THAT OR I'LL BLAST YOU ALL!"
Yamacha, Puar and Krillin stop laughing as soon as they heard "blast you all"
Bulma looked at him out of a corner of her eyes. She turned her head and smiled. "Loosen up! Fighting no fun! Just relax!"
Vegeta growled and looked to the side. Bulma grinned and turned fully around, both her hands behind her back. "If you want to find Goku just stay here...he'll come, I've known Goku since he was 5 years old, trust me, he'll be back."
"huh." Vegeta growled.
"Sit down! Its almost lunch time, I'll barbecue some things for you guys!" Bulma said happily.
She wheeled back a barbecue grill thing, some thin long sticks, and plates of stuff.
Vegeta had sat down and made sarcastic comments here and there in Yamcha and Krillin's conversation.
Oolong came out onto the balcony and greeted everyone. "Hey! I smelled something cooking, and it smells delicious!"
"Hey Oolong! How's Master Roshi?" Yamcha asked.
"Oh, that old is juust fine, got a new magazine today."
"Yup, that sounds like him alright." Krillin chuckled.
"Orange Juice anyone?" Bulma asked.
"Yeah!" Krillin, Yamcha, and Oolong chorused.
"One for me also thanks!" Puar said.
Bulma poured them each a cup of juice and turned to Vegeta.
"Vegeta? Do you want some juice?"
Vegeta was just finishing a comment on something Yamcha said and the two warriors were scowling at each other. When Bulma's voice sounded, Yamcha looked at her, admiring her bravery and Vegeta glanced at her at the corner of his eyes and muttered "yeah, ok"
Bulma passed Yamcha some paper plates and told him to give everyone one.
Then she passed around those meat and vegetables on a stick the guys.
"Mmm..Bulma this is good." Krillin said.
Bulma grinned. "Thanks Krillin."
Yamcha looked up from where he was sitting to look at Bulma who was standing behind the grill. "Hey, how come you don't cook that much for me? This is delicious!"
Bulma gave him a gentle punch on the arm and said "Well, I don't want you to become a fatso. Plus, I am not here to cook and clean for you Yamcha so just forget about it."
"Bulma, how about for me?" Oolong hopefully asked.
"You WISH, you pig."
Krillin laughed while Vegeta was looking on with the usual scowl.
Yamcha looked at Vegeta who was eating quietly.
"Hey Vegeta, how come Goku always eats like he hadn't seen food for thousands of years and you eat so cleanly and normal?"
Vegeta smirked. "Well thats because he's a big baby."
Krillin glared at Vegeta out of the corner of his eye.
"hmm?" Vegeta just looked at Krillin.
Krillin quickly blurted out "Oh Bulma! Can I have another (i KNOW i'm spelling this wrong)shish-kabob!?"
"Sure."
Vegeta's evil smirk grew.
"Oh this is delicious, mm...I'm pigging out here!" Oolong exclaimed.
Suddenly Vegeta's expression changed and it became a dangerous angry scowl.
Yamcha and Krillin froze also. " Frieza!! That..that's impossible!" Krillin panickly said.
"I-It can't be! C-can it?!" Yamcha stuttered in fear.
Vegeta growled and stood up, then landed his hands on the table. His glass of juice fell over and the glass broke on the ground. "So Kakkarot failed afterall!" he roared.
"Wait! How would you know?! Maybe its someone else!" Yamcha said.
"I KNOW. I MAKE it MY BUSINESS to KNOW! Unlike YOU."
Yamcha grew angry and stood up suddenly, knocking over his chair.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"
Vegeta was going to open his mouth to yell at Yamcha and was considering blasting the pathetic fool but Bulma suddenly held up the barbecue sauce bottle and asked "Hey Vegeta, do you want more barbecue sauce on yours?"
Both Yamcha and Vegeta froze. Yamacha looked confused and shocked. Vegeta's hands were still on the table and his had slightly jumped(unnoticable by anyone else.) and Vegeta slowly looked at Bulma from the corner of his eyes.
Vegeta for some unknown reason, lowered his voice to a mumble. "yeah...sure..why not.." he said (in that rough voice we all love.) and sat back down, stiff.
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Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he had a confused look on his face for a second.
Why did I just dream about THAT day? That day was about 5 months ago and every detail was still there! AND...furthermore, how did I know what happend out in that balcony while I was still in the shower? This is too much!
Vegeta suddenly heard movement inside Bulma's bedroom.
He stood up and opened the door softly. Bulma saw and shoved something under the bed nervously.
He stood at the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and one hand on the doorframe next to him.
"Woman what were you doing?"
Bulma stuttered and said "Um, n-nothing! R-really! I-Its just s-something of mines! W-what are y-you doing here anyway!?"
Vegeta frowned at her. "Woman, by your pathetic acting, that thing you shoved under your bed was NOT nothing."
Bulma stood up and walked to the door. "Really! Its nothing." She put her hand on the hand Vegeta had on the doorknob and tried to gently push it off. Vegeta just looked at her attemt to get him out of the way.
Bulma stopped trying and looked back at him. "Vegeta...just go train or something alright? Leave my doorway please."
Vegeta lifted his hand off the doorknob and Bulma sighed with relief. But then Vegeta grabbed Bulma's hand instead. And pulled her back into the room. And closed the door.
He sat her down on a chair and pointed a finger at her. "Stay."
Bulma found this kind of funny and chuckled.
Vegeta was going to walk back to the side of the bed to see whats under there when he heard her. "Whats so funny?"
"Nothing, its just that you pointed at me and told me to stay. It was like you were talking to a dog."
Vegeta cocked one eyebrow and shook his head.
"Its really amazing how every time you open your mouth, you can sound like an idiot."
Bulma smiled.
He walked to the side of her bed and crouched down. Bulma looked away.
He pulled out a shoe box, a bottle of water and a wrapped box.
"What are these, woman?"
Bulma didn't reply.
Vegeta opened the first box and found a large amount of medication in there. All different kinds.
"Woman. Exactly what kind of illness have you got that you need to take THIS many different medicines."
Bulma mumbled "I don't have a illness."
"What?! Then what are these doing here."
Bulma shrugged. "Those are all pain killers and cold medicine thats all...I..am just keeping them."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. He looked at the bottle of water. He picked up the water in one hand and the box in the other. Then he walked up to her.
"THIS is nothing? What were you trying to do, kill yourself?!" He demanded.
Bulma stood up and looked him in the eye. "So what if I was!?" she blurted out.
Vegeta stood still for a moment, her words still echoing in his mind.
He was confused. Why would a perfectly healthy being want to commit such a cowardly act?
Bulma looked nervously back at him. He was still staring at her with a frown.
"Well if thats what you want to do, then go on, continue. I'M not interfering with it."
Bulma grabbed the two items from his hands and turned away.
Vegeta was about to leave when the wrapped box with a red bow on it caught his eye.
"And whats this? A knife or something to stab yourself with?" He said sarcastically.
Bulma turned around and looked at what he was talking about. "Oh..that..that was suppose to be..."
"Suppose to be what, woman!?"
"YourChristmaspresent." she mumbled in a tone very low.
"Speak louder woman."
"Your Christmas present, alright!?" she said.
Vegeta just stared at her again. This woman kept confusing and surprising him every single time and all he always found himself staring at her in disbelief, amusement, anger, or in confusion.
"My..what?" he thought he hadn't heard correctly.
"Your CHRIIIIS-T-MAS Pre-sent." she said slowly and clearly.
"Woman, don't speak to me like I'm dumb."
"You asked."
"Hmmph."
"Don't take it now, its not Christmas yet! Its way too early."
"If its in December, why did you get it so ~early~."
"Uh..cuz..I wanted to."
"What?!"
"Look, even though I'm not that fond of you, I still think of you as a friend..kind of."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "What is it."
"I can't tell you! It'll ruin the surprise and the fun!"
"I want to know."
"Noway!"
"Woman. I WANT to know."
"Nuh uh."
"Grr, FINE! Forget about the stupid thing." He shoved it back into her hands.
"Do you really want to know THAT badly?"
"Hmmph."
Bulma sighed. She walked up to Vegeta held it out. "Open it." She wants to see his expression anyway.
Vegeta frowned at it. He took it and opened it. He took the box out. The top of the long container was plastic to protect the watch. The box part of the container was just a black plastic. The watch was laying on dark blue velvet.
Vegeta clicked open the container and took out the watch.
He held it in his hand, just staring at it.
Bulma nervously waited for his reaction. Does he like it? What if he doesn't?
"W-well?" Bulma got out.
Vegeta snapped out of his trance and looked at Bulma next to him.
"I-Its ok." He said.
Bulma's face lit up and she took the watch. "Do you want me to put it on for you?"
"Whatever."
"Right or left?"
"Left then."
Bulma reached for his left wrist and put it on. It looked perfect on him.
"Oh, its great on you!" She gushed.
Bulma took the wrapper and threw it into the mini garbage basket she had in her room.
Vegeta turned his left wrist this way and that, examining it.
"Well...I guess my dad already finished fixing the machine...you should leave.."
Vegeta stood there, feeling strange, training seemed not that important for this moment.
"Woman.."
"What?"
"I..."
"Hmm?"
"When did you buy this?"
"A week ago."
"Woman..I.."
"If you are trying to say thank you, you dont' have to!" Bulma exclaimed.
"WOMAN I am NOT TRYING TO SAY THANK YOU." He growled.
"Then what?"
Vegeta mumbled something that noone but a namek could hear.
"What?"
Vegeta muttered it a little tinsy bit louder.
"Vegeta. Try opening your mouth more when you talk."
Vegeta looked the other way, away from Bulma. And then said in a low voice. "I'm sorry ALRITE?!"
"Huh?"
"YOU IDIOT! I JUST APOLOGIZED FOR SAYING THE STUFF I SAID BEFORE!" He grinded out.
Bulma cocked an eyebrow and smirked. She leaned on Vegeta's shoulder with her elbow and grinned. "Oh my, Vegeta the Great actually just APOLOGIZED! I distinctly remember before when I asked you for a apology after you recovered from that gravity machine disaster. You told me to ~LEAVE ME ALONE!!~" She mimicked.
"Woman. Shut. Up."
Bulma smiled sweetly now and she hugged Vegeta's arm, "Its alrite. I accept."
Vegeta's already spiked up hair just spiked up a little more and some drops of sweat formed on his forehead. He pulled away and growled "Don't touch me like that!"
He moved for the doorway and got out of the room. Bulma followed, determined on annoying him.
"Its too early in the morning to say its late at night. I mean comeon its like 4:45am already, I don't feel like sleeping anymore. I'll just follow you around!~"
"You can't follow me into the gravity machine. So there!"
"Hmmph..oh well, I'll read some things in the living room then. Byyye Vegeta." She said flirtingly.
Vegeta frowned at her and when out the door, destination: gravity room.
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Yay!! Another chapter done! Reviews please! I want to know how I did and what you think about the characters. If they are getting OOC you HAVE to tell me!
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() Author's Notes
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Chapter 5
Chapter Name: Apologies, Discoveries, and Memories
~From last time...~
"Oh, lookey who's here. Its the bitch. In person. " A rough taunting voice said from the kitchen doorway.
Bulma froze. She hopped off the counter and turned to face the sink, hoping Vegeta(who didya think it was) didn't see her tears.
"Whats the matter? Crying?" He taunted further more.
Bulma clenched her fists. why is he even living here? why? why does he sound like he enjoys tormenting me all the time? ...actually he isn't mean and bad all the time...he just has these mood swings..BULMA! get hold of yourself, don't stand up for him! But its true! Somehow, with you, he always seems to argue with you than threaten to kill you. And most of the time...MOST of the time, he answers your questions in lower tones instead of that come-touch-me-i-dare-you-and-you-die voice.
A fresh wave of tears threatned to spill out of her lovely eyes.
"Vegeta...why are you doing this?" she asked.
Vegeta didn't know what to say for a few moments. Why WAS he doing this?
Bulma didn't wait for his answer and walked out of the other doorway, down the hall and up the stairs to shut herself in her room.
Back downstairs in the kitchen, Vegeta was still standing there. He didn't understand why he felt bad for saying all those things to her. He absently walked and found himself standing outside her door.
What am I doing here?
He cracked the door open a little and peered in. He saw Bulma lying face down on the bed. It looks like she was asleep.
He pulled back from the door crack and stood there, not knowing exactly what is happening.
That woman! She's...so confusing! He had woken up and went down to the lab to see if the old man had finished doing everything. Mr. Briefs wasn't found in the lab, he was outside in the gravity machine. The robots were fixed and the machine is almost done.
Thats when Vegeta walked back into the house and heard someone in the kitchen and found Bulma.
How did I ever end up here anyway?! Vegeta scowled. He leaned back onto the hallway's wall and sat down. He closed his eyes and nodded off.
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Vegeta still didn't find Goku in space and his fuel was going to run out. He had set the course for earth, hoping that Goku had went home already.
BOOOOOOOM! He landed.
"Oh I didn't know we had any guests dropping by...goodnesss! I guess we'll just have to put on another pot of tea!" Mrs. Briefs giggled.
The door opened, became a horizontal platform and he stepped out to see Mrs. Briefs, Bulma and Yamacha with Puar standing there.
Vegeta stares.
"Vegeta! What do YOU want?!" Yamacha growled in his fighting stance.
Vegeta stares a little more.
"Oh my! Perhaps you prefer coffee?" Mrs. Briefs said worriedly.
Vegeta looks disappointed. "I was hoping Kakkarrot would've returned."
"What? You never found him in space?!" Yamacha asked.
Vegeta growls and jumps to the ground and walks up to Yamacha.
"Don't remind me. I'm angry enough to HURT somebody. And pounding YOU might just be the therepy I need."
Bulma walks in middle of the 2 men. "H-Hey guys? Whats that AWFUL smell?! Oh its You."
Bulma reaches out and wipes her index finger on Vegeta's chest. As her finger made contact, Vegeta twitched and trembled a little.
"When's the last time you bathed there bud? P-U! Please, its this way." She holds out the index finger while walking away. Vegeta stared after her, a shock/scowl on his face.
Yamacha and Puar was staring at her like they couldn't believe she would touch Vegeta and was even daring enough to tell him he stinks. Plus, if it was somebody else who done that, they would probably be half dead by now. But Bulma is still standing and walking.
Bulma looks back. "Well what?! Do you want me to ROLL out the red carpet?"
Vegeta growls and reluctantly (more like miraculously, lol ^.^) follows with his hands balled up on his hips.
Bulma leads the way, still holding out the finger that she used to touch him with in front of her. And Vegeta follows, half-stomping with his head lowered, glaring at her.
The scene changes and it was inside a bathroom. Bulma throws Vegeta's suit into the washing machine and held her nose, fanning the air. She left some clothes on a counter and walked back to the bathroom doorway. Vegeta was standing naked in the shower, his back to her, letting the water run all over him.
"Hey you! I left some fresh clothes for you!"
"You can leave NOW!"
"Why YES master, your wish is my command!" she replied in a sarcastic/playful tone.
Vegeta's head was tilted upward and the shower was spraying water down his face and over his body. That female...she's...such an enigma!
"Yeah, that Vegeta is nothing but trouble. He's so unpredictable, its hard to tell what his motives are." Krillin said. He, Yamacha and Puar were sitting around a table on this large balcony place.
"I think he just wants to find Goku. Poor guy...he's obsessed." Yamacha replied.
The door to the balcony beeped as Bulma pressed a button to make it slide open. She stepped through and said "He's used to getting what he wants thats all. He's like a spoiled little kid."
"Man, sounds like you!" Yamacha grinned at her.
"mmph.."Bulma rolled her eyes.
Suddenly echoing from the bathroom from the hallway was Vegeta's voice. "Heelloo?! Servant Woman, bring me a drying cloth...AT ONCE!"
Bulma's eyebrows slanted downward and her eyes narrowed.
"Woman, can you hear me?!"
Bulma whipped around and shouted into the hallway. "I hear YOU! But MY name is BULMA and I'm not your servant so say please!" Bulma stuck her nose in the air proudly.
"Argh! Forget about the STUPID drying cloth then!"
"SUIT YOURSELF! Jet-dry you JERK!"
Silence for a few seconds.
"what...IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!" Vegeta roared.
Bulma's face showed confusion. "Is what a joke?"
"These garments you left...are they for a man or a woman!? They're PINK!"
Bulma laughed. "Comeon, its the STYLE here!"
"Men in Pink! How bizarre!"
Bulma winked at the Krillin, Yamacha and Puar. They broke out laughing.
Vegeta walked up from behind, whith yellowish pants and the pink shirt with "Badman" on the back, growling.
Bulma heard him and stopped laughing. She turned her head and looked at him.
His fists were tightly clenched, held out in front of him. He was bristling, growling, and looking down at himself.
"I'm a WARRIOR! Not a-a variaty of FLOWER!"
"Well...you smell good." Bulma teased.
They all broke out in helpless laughter again.
"grrr...STOP THAT! STOP THAT OR I'LL BLAST YOU ALL!"
Yamacha, Puar and Krillin stop laughing as soon as they heard "blast you all"
Bulma looked at him out of a corner of her eyes. She turned her head and smiled. "Loosen up! Fighting no fun! Just relax!"
Vegeta growled and looked to the side. Bulma grinned and turned fully around, both her hands behind her back. "If you want to find Goku just stay here...he'll come, I've known Goku since he was 5 years old, trust me, he'll be back."
"huh." Vegeta growled.
"Sit down! Its almost lunch time, I'll barbecue some things for you guys!" Bulma said happily.
She wheeled back a barbecue grill thing, some thin long sticks, and plates of stuff.
Vegeta had sat down and made sarcastic comments here and there in Yamcha and Krillin's conversation.
Oolong came out onto the balcony and greeted everyone. "Hey! I smelled something cooking, and it smells delicious!"
"Hey Oolong! How's Master Roshi?" Yamcha asked.
"Oh, that old is juust fine, got a new magazine today."
"Yup, that sounds like him alright." Krillin chuckled.
"Orange Juice anyone?" Bulma asked.
"Yeah!" Krillin, Yamcha, and Oolong chorused.
"One for me also thanks!" Puar said.
Bulma poured them each a cup of juice and turned to Vegeta.
"Vegeta? Do you want some juice?"
Vegeta was just finishing a comment on something Yamcha said and the two warriors were scowling at each other. When Bulma's voice sounded, Yamcha looked at her, admiring her bravery and Vegeta glanced at her at the corner of his eyes and muttered "yeah, ok"
Bulma passed Yamcha some paper plates and told him to give everyone one.
Then she passed around those meat and vegetables on a stick the guys.
"Mmm..Bulma this is good." Krillin said.
Bulma grinned. "Thanks Krillin."
Yamcha looked up from where he was sitting to look at Bulma who was standing behind the grill. "Hey, how come you don't cook that much for me? This is delicious!"
Bulma gave him a gentle punch on the arm and said "Well, I don't want you to become a fatso. Plus, I am not here to cook and clean for you Yamcha so just forget about it."
"Bulma, how about for me?" Oolong hopefully asked.
"You WISH, you pig."
Krillin laughed while Vegeta was looking on with the usual scowl.
Yamcha looked at Vegeta who was eating quietly.
"Hey Vegeta, how come Goku always eats like he hadn't seen food for thousands of years and you eat so cleanly and normal?"
Vegeta smirked. "Well thats because he's a big baby."
Krillin glared at Vegeta out of the corner of his eye.
"hmm?" Vegeta just looked at Krillin.
Krillin quickly blurted out "Oh Bulma! Can I have another (i KNOW i'm spelling this wrong)shish-kabob!?"
"Sure."
Vegeta's evil smirk grew.
"Oh this is delicious, mm...I'm pigging out here!" Oolong exclaimed.
Suddenly Vegeta's expression changed and it became a dangerous angry scowl.
Yamcha and Krillin froze also. " Frieza!! That..that's impossible!" Krillin panickly said.
"I-It can't be! C-can it?!" Yamcha stuttered in fear.
Vegeta growled and stood up, then landed his hands on the table. His glass of juice fell over and the glass broke on the ground. "So Kakkarot failed afterall!" he roared.
"Wait! How would you know?! Maybe its someone else!" Yamcha said.
"I KNOW. I MAKE it MY BUSINESS to KNOW! Unlike YOU."
Yamcha grew angry and stood up suddenly, knocking over his chair.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"
Vegeta was going to open his mouth to yell at Yamcha and was considering blasting the pathetic fool but Bulma suddenly held up the barbecue sauce bottle and asked "Hey Vegeta, do you want more barbecue sauce on yours?"
Both Yamcha and Vegeta froze. Yamacha looked confused and shocked. Vegeta's hands were still on the table and his had slightly jumped(unnoticable by anyone else.) and Vegeta slowly looked at Bulma from the corner of his eyes.
Vegeta for some unknown reason, lowered his voice to a mumble. "yeah...sure..why not.." he said (in that rough voice we all love.) and sat back down, stiff.
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Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he had a confused look on his face for a second.
Why did I just dream about THAT day? That day was about 5 months ago and every detail was still there! AND...furthermore, how did I know what happend out in that balcony while I was still in the shower? This is too much!
Vegeta suddenly heard movement inside Bulma's bedroom.
He stood up and opened the door softly. Bulma saw and shoved something under the bed nervously.
He stood at the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and one hand on the doorframe next to him.
"Woman what were you doing?"
Bulma stuttered and said "Um, n-nothing! R-really! I-Its just s-something of mines! W-what are y-you doing here anyway!?"
Vegeta frowned at her. "Woman, by your pathetic acting, that thing you shoved under your bed was NOT nothing."
Bulma stood up and walked to the door. "Really! Its nothing." She put her hand on the hand Vegeta had on the doorknob and tried to gently push it off. Vegeta just looked at her attemt to get him out of the way.
Bulma stopped trying and looked back at him. "Vegeta...just go train or something alright? Leave my doorway please."
Vegeta lifted his hand off the doorknob and Bulma sighed with relief. But then Vegeta grabbed Bulma's hand instead. And pulled her back into the room. And closed the door.
He sat her down on a chair and pointed a finger at her. "Stay."
Bulma found this kind of funny and chuckled.
Vegeta was going to walk back to the side of the bed to see whats under there when he heard her. "Whats so funny?"
"Nothing, its just that you pointed at me and told me to stay. It was like you were talking to a dog."
Vegeta cocked one eyebrow and shook his head.
"Its really amazing how every time you open your mouth, you can sound like an idiot."
Bulma smiled.
He walked to the side of her bed and crouched down. Bulma looked away.
He pulled out a shoe box, a bottle of water and a wrapped box.
"What are these, woman?"
Bulma didn't reply.
Vegeta opened the first box and found a large amount of medication in there. All different kinds.
"Woman. Exactly what kind of illness have you got that you need to take THIS many different medicines."
Bulma mumbled "I don't have a illness."
"What?! Then what are these doing here."
Bulma shrugged. "Those are all pain killers and cold medicine thats all...I..am just keeping them."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. He looked at the bottle of water. He picked up the water in one hand and the box in the other. Then he walked up to her.
"THIS is nothing? What were you trying to do, kill yourself?!" He demanded.
Bulma stood up and looked him in the eye. "So what if I was!?" she blurted out.
Vegeta stood still for a moment, her words still echoing in his mind.
He was confused. Why would a perfectly healthy being want to commit such a cowardly act?
Bulma looked nervously back at him. He was still staring at her with a frown.
"Well if thats what you want to do, then go on, continue. I'M not interfering with it."
Bulma grabbed the two items from his hands and turned away.
Vegeta was about to leave when the wrapped box with a red bow on it caught his eye.
"And whats this? A knife or something to stab yourself with?" He said sarcastically.
Bulma turned around and looked at what he was talking about. "Oh..that..that was suppose to be..."
"Suppose to be what, woman!?"
"YourChristmaspresent." she mumbled in a tone very low.
"Speak louder woman."
"Your Christmas present, alright!?" she said.
Vegeta just stared at her again. This woman kept confusing and surprising him every single time and all he always found himself staring at her in disbelief, amusement, anger, or in confusion.
"My..what?" he thought he hadn't heard correctly.
"Your CHRIIIIS-T-MAS Pre-sent." she said slowly and clearly.
"Woman, don't speak to me like I'm dumb."
"You asked."
"Hmmph."
"Don't take it now, its not Christmas yet! Its way too early."
"If its in December, why did you get it so ~early~."
"Uh..cuz..I wanted to."
"What?!"
"Look, even though I'm not that fond of you, I still think of you as a friend..kind of."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "What is it."
"I can't tell you! It'll ruin the surprise and the fun!"
"I want to know."
"Noway!"
"Woman. I WANT to know."
"Nuh uh."
"Grr, FINE! Forget about the stupid thing." He shoved it back into her hands.
"Do you really want to know THAT badly?"
"Hmmph."
Bulma sighed. She walked up to Vegeta held it out. "Open it." She wants to see his expression anyway.
Vegeta frowned at it. He took it and opened it. He took the box out. The top of the long container was plastic to protect the watch. The box part of the container was just a black plastic. The watch was laying on dark blue velvet.
Vegeta clicked open the container and took out the watch.
He held it in his hand, just staring at it.
Bulma nervously waited for his reaction. Does he like it? What if he doesn't?
"W-well?" Bulma got out.
Vegeta snapped out of his trance and looked at Bulma next to him.
"I-Its ok." He said.
Bulma's face lit up and she took the watch. "Do you want me to put it on for you?"
"Whatever."
"Right or left?"
"Left then."
Bulma reached for his left wrist and put it on. It looked perfect on him.
"Oh, its great on you!" She gushed.
Bulma took the wrapper and threw it into the mini garbage basket she had in her room.
Vegeta turned his left wrist this way and that, examining it.
"Well...I guess my dad already finished fixing the machine...you should leave.."
Vegeta stood there, feeling strange, training seemed not that important for this moment.
"Woman.."
"What?"
"I..."
"Hmm?"
"When did you buy this?"
"A week ago."
"Woman..I.."
"If you are trying to say thank you, you dont' have to!" Bulma exclaimed.
"WOMAN I am NOT TRYING TO SAY THANK YOU." He growled.
"Then what?"
Vegeta mumbled something that noone but a namek could hear.
"What?"
Vegeta muttered it a little tinsy bit louder.
"Vegeta. Try opening your mouth more when you talk."
Vegeta looked the other way, away from Bulma. And then said in a low voice. "I'm sorry ALRITE?!"
"Huh?"
"YOU IDIOT! I JUST APOLOGIZED FOR SAYING THE STUFF I SAID BEFORE!" He grinded out.
Bulma cocked an eyebrow and smirked. She leaned on Vegeta's shoulder with her elbow and grinned. "Oh my, Vegeta the Great actually just APOLOGIZED! I distinctly remember before when I asked you for a apology after you recovered from that gravity machine disaster. You told me to ~LEAVE ME ALONE!!~" She mimicked.
"Woman. Shut. Up."
Bulma smiled sweetly now and she hugged Vegeta's arm, "Its alrite. I accept."
Vegeta's already spiked up hair just spiked up a little more and some drops of sweat formed on his forehead. He pulled away and growled "Don't touch me like that!"
He moved for the doorway and got out of the room. Bulma followed, determined on annoying him.
"Its too early in the morning to say its late at night. I mean comeon its like 4:45am already, I don't feel like sleeping anymore. I'll just follow you around!~"
"You can't follow me into the gravity machine. So there!"
"Hmmph..oh well, I'll read some things in the living room then. Byyye Vegeta." She said flirtingly.
Vegeta frowned at her and when out the door, destination: gravity room.
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Yay!! Another chapter done! Reviews please! I want to know how I did and what you think about the characters. If they are getting OOC you HAVE to tell me!