If love was a cat
Ch2
'Looks like sleep is gonna have to wait.' She threw her covers to the side. 'Time to get up and face the world.' Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the sunlight so she squinted at her window, she could see the horizon in the distance, and she noticed a very slight curve to the line, just a hint of the planets true vastness. 'Ha! The world I can handle, its Vegeta that I'm afraid of facing.' She looked down to her yard, her part of this earth, at a much smaller orb, and she sighed. She would never again be able to look at something round and not be reminded of him. 'It's funny, in my dreams he stays the same, still arrogant, still proud, in my dreams.' She turned around, standing against her window and stared blankly at her shadow on the floor as she recalled the dreams she'd been having every other night for the past months, she smiled. 'Only one thing is different, in my dreams, he loves me.'
She threw on boxers and a shirt and went to her mirror, just a little brush through and she was ready for breakfast. After Vegeta's little intrusion she tried going back to sleep but it was too late, instead she opted to just get up and catch Vegeta before he ate all of the food. 'Alright, I'm ready.' She made her bed and picked up a little around her room. 'It might only be a dream, but who says dreams can't come true.' With that thought in mind she went downstairs with a confident air.
She was caught immediately by a mouth-watering smell, a grin was apparent on her face as she wondered how she would talk Vegeta into a taste. His cooking methods were so simple and brilliant. When Vegeta first attempted cooking, she was a little reluctant to taste it. She couldn't believe it at first, but that first taste said everything. She found out later from him that all he did was either follow the directions on the box or take things that tasted good, put them together, and the end product, well, tasted good. Her mother had even told him that he was a natural, at first she was unsure whether she should be jealous of Vegeta's culinary ability, but the feeling vanish after thinking this would be the end of early morning wake ups. Of course, she was wrong.
Her head peeked through the kitchen door, in it she saw Vegeta over the stove, by his slight pause she knew she'd been discovered, so without further delay she walked up beside the busy prince to see what he had cooking. She greeted him with a playful nudge of her elbow; he just looked over at her annoyed, and went back to what he was doing.
"It smells delicious," she complimented. Vegeta just smirked at the comment, and took the pan he was using to the table for consumption; he didn't even bother to transfer the food to a more suitable serving plate.
"And it taste even better." He said as he scooped some of the food with his spoon and took the first bite. Bulma pouted, she knew he was taunting her; she knew he had no intention of sharing with her. Of course, that was not going to stop her from trying.
Vegeta watched as she pulled up a chair beside him and put on her best sad eyes. He just continued eating and tried to ignore those shiny blues. A few minutes later he wondered if she had given up, it surprised him a little, but he found himself anticipating her next action and when it didn't come he got a little worried.
"You didn't give me a morning kiss today." Bulma said out of nowhere. She smiled seeing the reaction she got from Vegeta.
"What?!" He stopped mid-bite and turned, surprised.
"This morning, you never gave me a kiss." She said very innocently. Vegeta shook his head, realizing the game she was playing.
"Nor do intend to." He said as he took another bite of his food.
"So your saying I shouldn't expect it any time soon?" She inquired lightly. Vegeta turned to face her again.
"Oh, you can expect it any time you damn well want, but that doesn't mean its gonna happen." Vegeta again went back to eating, before he did, he just had to give Bulma a look that said, "I win."
She was still looking down at the food hungrily, but by the looks of things, Vegeta was not gonna concede to her anytime soon. He noticed her licking her lips eagerly, 'She can't be that hungry.' He thought, feeling the slight pinch of guilt. Then he heard her stomach growling. He shook his head lightly, and paused a second to consider what he was doing, then he scooped some food into his spoon and held it in front of Bulma's face. She lit up instantly at Vegeta's offer, but giggle inwardly. 'I wonder if he plans to spoon feed me the whole time.' She discarded the thought and took the spoonful of food into her mouth. She froze watching Vegeta watch her, his eyes sent a chill throughout her body. Finally she let the utensil slid out of her mouth and she began chewing the contents left by the spoon.
"Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Bulma's mother walked in giggling, having just witnessed Vegeta and Bulma's little moment.
"Good morning, mom." Bulma said smiling, seemingly ignoring her mothers insinuation. Vegeta took this time to evacuate from the scene. Bulma tried to catch him, but when she got to the kitchen door, Vegeta was already out the front door. She shrugged her shoulders, "Well, at least he left the food, I'm starv…" Her mother had gotten to the pan first and already eaten more then half of what was left.
"Oh, Bulma dear, have you tried this, its delicious!" Bulma just sighed and slumped down on one of the chairs.
"I know."
Without looking back, Vegeta walked up to his GR. He was rather relieved he'd escaped from the two; individually he could handle them, but together it was more then he could bear.
He pressed the buttons on the panel next to the entrance and waited for the machine to come alive, but it never did. He tried once more and still nothing. Finally he just gave the thing a good punch and the door slid open. On the inside of the entrance there was a control panel, he hit a few buttons on that and paused a moment. Then he walked out in a less then good mood.
"Damn machine." He said, sitting down on the ramp of the GR. He thought about bothering Bulma about it, but wasn't the reason he came out here to get away. He laid back onto the ramp, put his hands under his head and considered his options. 'I could ask the woman, I could ask the old man, I could go to kakkrot's, I could just…' he stopped as he felt something furry climb upon him, he looked down to see a orange ball of fur getting cozy on his chest. His first reaction was of course to kill the little beast, but something stopped him, so against his rational thinking he allowed the feline to stay and rest for now. 'Primitive mammals always gave me respect anyways, this earth creature no doubt senses the great power that lies within me.' He nodded his head to his notion and looked back at the cat. Vegeta smirked at the tiny animal. 'Looks like it's been in a few scraps.' He thought, seeing its unruly fur and extra sharp claws. He shook his head in disgust, at what he found himself doing at the moment, but stopped as something caught his eye. Something in its mouth, he picked it from its puny jaws and examined it. It was some thin copper wiring covered in red and green insulation. He looked back at the now known culprit.
"So, It was you!"
Disclaimer: Mustn't forget to disclaim DBZ, so I herby deny any association with anyone involved in the creation or distribution of DBZ, nor was I involved in the creation or distribution of DBZ, therefore I do not own DBZ or any part of DBZ. What is mine, is the cat you have just read about, not much, but it is my character, but then again I really don't care if anyone used that character.(its not like anyone would use it.)