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Kureeji
Vegeta leaned against the wall of Bulma's lab, as soon as he was out of her viewing range. Hissing, he grabbed his hand. The wound was invisible, but the sting was definitely not. That was the downside to the Kuraku no Higi *---
You took on the other person's pain when you healed them. He hadn't used it since---he grimaced, blocking out the memory.
He cursed himself, and his weaknesses, one being the human named Bulma Briefs.
~~
Her parents freaked out when they saw the scar. Her father immediately started arranging an appointment to get it fixed, but she had stopped him, telling him how Vegeta had already done so (leaving out a certain part 0.o )
Her mother for some reason, had been overjoyed.
"Oh that Vegeta." She had squealed, "He is such a boy scout, healing and all. I wonder if he can tie those cute knots?" She had toddled off talking to herself, probably going to get Vegeta to tie some "cute knots" on her draperies, Bulma mused, laughing to herself.
She reached for her coffee, but discovered her mug was empty. She got up, and walked to the kitchen.
At the door, she stifled giggles. Vegeta had his head in the fridge, rummaging around. And boy did he have a **nice** a----
"Apple?" Vegeta said, breaking her trance. She averted her eyes quickly, but knew he had already seen. Thank Kami he didn't bring it up. She blushed terribly, and held out her hand, the scarred one. Her other was gripping her trusty coffee cup, the one with cute cartoon monkeys eating bananas.
He dropped the apple into her hand, and she accepted it. Oddly, he seemed to be favoring one of his hands, also.
"What happened?" She asked, nodding her head at his hand, taking advantage of this rare civil moment with the prince. Vegeta chewed the apple with a grimace. He seemed to be pondering what to tell her.
"I…it's an old wound." He said, a shadow passing over his features. Bulma waited, blue eyes opened wide, but he gave no more information. She sighed, desperately searching for another way to open the conversation up.
"I wish I had a tolerance for pain like you do." She sighed, taking a bite of the apple. Vegeta looked at her unblinkingly. "Feh. Weak humans."
"Oh puh-leese." Bulma replied, "We just need to be trained properly." She shrugged, not falling into his trap to start a fight.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. "Uh huh, I see where this is going, crazy woman, and there is no way in Frieza's underpants that I am going to train you."
Bulma momentarily let her mouth fall slack, forgetting the apple inside of it. She swallowed, almost choking. "Jerk! Like I would even ask!" She threw her hands up in exasperation and leaned against the counter, taking huge, chomping bites of the poor defenseless produce.
Vegeta calmly bit his own apple, with a grace only true royalty had. Bulma tapped her fingers on the counter irritably, and the minutes passed by like seconds. She tried not to glance at him. Tap, tap, tap.
Finally, Bulma said, "So you are going to train me right?"
"Fine, fine, crazy woman." Vegeta massaged the bridge of his nose, a human habit he had picked up, trying to look annoyed. Bulma grinned in triumph, hearing a note of pleasure under his bored tone. Bah, probably at her expense.
She hugged him quickly, much to his own surprise and started making her coffee, talking to herself about training things. She filled her cup with the hot liquid, and raised it to her lips. Then, in an instant it was gone.
"Hey…" She began angrily, and turned to see Vegeta at the sink, pouring her monkey cartoon mug down the drain. "What the hell was that for, you ingrate?!"
Vegeta grinned, looking smug. "Rule 1." He said, coming towards her slowly. She looked into his eyes, face red and eyes blazing. "Sensei is always correct." She crossed her arms. "From now on, you will be on a strict diet." He jerked his head at the coffee machine. "That means none of that shit."
Bulma clamped her mouth shut. No….coffee…Vegeta still came closer.
When he was so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he roughly pulled her hand out from how it was folded, and placed the monkey cartoon mug in her hand. He looked at it a second, then flicked his eyes to hers. He chuckled. "Nice mug, woman…." He walked out of the kitchen.
"Well! Nice…nice….nice ass!" She screamed shrilly, the only thing that came to her mind, popping out. She clapped her hands over her mouth when she realized what she had said.
The deep, booming laughter of the Saiyajin Prince echoed through the hallways.
Poor Bulma, coffee-less and feeling retarded, banged her head against the fridge.
Kureeji
Vegeta leaned against the wall of Bulma's lab, as soon as he was out of her viewing range. Hissing, he grabbed his hand. The wound was invisible, but the sting was definitely not. That was the downside to the Kuraku no Higi *---
You took on the other person's pain when you healed them. He hadn't used it since---he grimaced, blocking out the memory.
He cursed himself, and his weaknesses, one being the human named Bulma Briefs.
~~
Her parents freaked out when they saw the scar. Her father immediately started arranging an appointment to get it fixed, but she had stopped him, telling him how Vegeta had already done so (leaving out a certain part 0.o )
Her mother for some reason, had been overjoyed.
"Oh that Vegeta." She had squealed, "He is such a boy scout, healing and all. I wonder if he can tie those cute knots?" She had toddled off talking to herself, probably going to get Vegeta to tie some "cute knots" on her draperies, Bulma mused, laughing to herself.
She reached for her coffee, but discovered her mug was empty. She got up, and walked to the kitchen.
At the door, she stifled giggles. Vegeta had his head in the fridge, rummaging around. And boy did he have a **nice** a----
"Apple?" Vegeta said, breaking her trance. She averted her eyes quickly, but knew he had already seen. Thank Kami he didn't bring it up. She blushed terribly, and held out her hand, the scarred one. Her other was gripping her trusty coffee cup, the one with cute cartoon monkeys eating bananas.
He dropped the apple into her hand, and she accepted it. Oddly, he seemed to be favoring one of his hands, also.
"What happened?" She asked, nodding her head at his hand, taking advantage of this rare civil moment with the prince. Vegeta chewed the apple with a grimace. He seemed to be pondering what to tell her.
"I…it's an old wound." He said, a shadow passing over his features. Bulma waited, blue eyes opened wide, but he gave no more information. She sighed, desperately searching for another way to open the conversation up.
"I wish I had a tolerance for pain like you do." She sighed, taking a bite of the apple. Vegeta looked at her unblinkingly. "Feh. Weak humans."
"Oh puh-leese." Bulma replied, "We just need to be trained properly." She shrugged, not falling into his trap to start a fight.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. "Uh huh, I see where this is going, crazy woman, and there is no way in Frieza's underpants that I am going to train you."
Bulma momentarily let her mouth fall slack, forgetting the apple inside of it. She swallowed, almost choking. "Jerk! Like I would even ask!" She threw her hands up in exasperation and leaned against the counter, taking huge, chomping bites of the poor defenseless produce.
Vegeta calmly bit his own apple, with a grace only true royalty had. Bulma tapped her fingers on the counter irritably, and the minutes passed by like seconds. She tried not to glance at him. Tap, tap, tap.
Finally, Bulma said, "So you are going to train me right?"
"Fine, fine, crazy woman." Vegeta massaged the bridge of his nose, a human habit he had picked up, trying to look annoyed. Bulma grinned in triumph, hearing a note of pleasure under his bored tone. Bah, probably at her expense.
She hugged him quickly, much to his own surprise and started making her coffee, talking to herself about training things. She filled her cup with the hot liquid, and raised it to her lips. Then, in an instant it was gone.
"Hey…" She began angrily, and turned to see Vegeta at the sink, pouring her monkey cartoon mug down the drain. "What the hell was that for, you ingrate?!"
Vegeta grinned, looking smug. "Rule 1." He said, coming towards her slowly. She looked into his eyes, face red and eyes blazing. "Sensei is always correct." She crossed her arms. "From now on, you will be on a strict diet." He jerked his head at the coffee machine. "That means none of that shit."
Bulma clamped her mouth shut. No….coffee…Vegeta still came closer.
When he was so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he roughly pulled her hand out from how it was folded, and placed the monkey cartoon mug in her hand. He looked at it a second, then flicked his eyes to hers. He chuckled. "Nice mug, woman…." He walked out of the kitchen.
"Well! Nice…nice….nice ass!" She screamed shrilly, the only thing that came to her mind, popping out. She clapped her hands over her mouth when she realized what she had said.
The deep, booming laughter of the Saiyajin Prince echoed through the hallways.
Poor Bulma, coffee-less and feeling retarded, banged her head against the fridge.