If love was a cat
Ch6

"Stop fidgeting" He said as they flew through the air toward West City. Sniff was clinging to Vegeta's shoulder trying not to get pulled off by the wind and Bulma was busy enjoying the ride. Vegeta on the other hand was extremely uncomfortable. He was getting increasingly angry the further they got to the city limits and he was complaining that Kakkrot lived too damn far away.

"Were almost there." Bulma said, "It won't be long so just calm down." She giggled and squirmed the whole ride, and having almost dropped her, Vegeta flipped her to face him so she could hold on as well. Bulma smiled up at him and then turned her eyes to the side to see sniff hanging on for dear life. She scooped him up and held him in her arms.

"Awww, you poor thing" she said as she stroked his head and nuzzled his face with hers.

She looked up at Vegeta; he couldn't have cared less.

"Psst" she said trying to catch his attention. No dice. This time she would let her hands do the talking. Moving her hand to the side she stroked his torso, earning her an evil glare, which only pressed her further. Her hands went down to the side of his thigh and then she slipped them into his pocket. Vegeta looked down, surprised, his eyes wide, demanding, silently, for an explanation.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He said. Sniff looked down as well with curious eyes, eager to see what was happening. Ignoring the both of them, Bulma took her hand from the pocket and regarded the two who were staring at her.

"What!" she snapped as she took the little cat down along the same path, shaking her head all the while, and popped him into the cozy pouch she had just inspected. "I was just checking." She said, as if they were the dumb ones, and then she put on a clever smile. Little Sniff meowed from his new location and received a pat on his head by Bulma.

"How much longer." Vegeta asked impatiently. Bulma looked at her watch and sighed.

"It'll be about five minutes if we continue at this speed." She said as they continued in the air.

"Good," he replied and then returned his attention to flying. Bulma squeezed his neck tighter, rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Could you slow down? Please." She asked quietly. Vegeta looked down at the blue hair that flew wildly around his neck and occasionally in front of his face. He slowed substantially not knowing that he did so for the same reason she wanted him to. Not because she couldn't handle the speed; they've been going really fast the whole time, or because she was afraid for some reason; she has trusted him with her life thus far, but because they simply wanted those last five minutes in the air together to last as long as they could make it. So… they continued still, neither saying anything, each deep in the others arms, flying so that below, one could make out on the ground as the clouds' shadows flew right past their own in a sort of slow paced race. Both were upright by then, not being able to rely on the speed to hold each other vertical, and for the next half hour they hovered like this, just below the clouds, dancing towards their destination, almost resembling a soundless waltz taking place in mid-air.

Finally Vegeta landed just outside the city to avoid anyone seeing them. He pried Bulma's arms off from his neck and shook her a bit to wake her.

"We're here woman, wake up already." he held her shoulders as she took a second to reorient herself so she could stand up on her own.

"Sorry about that," she said laughing inwardly. "I guess I dozed off." She dusted herself off and straightened her clothes, then looked back up at Vegeta. Sniff was already out of his pocket and resting on his shoulder, while Vegeta stood in his trademark stance, waiting or rather preparing for the woman's next act. Then with a nod of her head, Bulma took the impatient prince's hand and, with Vegeta being towed from behind, ran towards the large buildings. As they ran Vegeta looked up as he saw all the giants that surrounded them; some so high that the top could not be made out. He was amazed that humans could build such rigid and tall structures and in such quantity. Some he saw seemed to be made entirely of glass and others were built to resemble strange geometrical shapes.

Bulma stopped abruptly, which caused Vegeta to bump into her. She looked at her watch and smiled.

"Well, we've got about an hour to kill before we have to get to the theater." She looked at Vegeta, who seemed to be acting very strange. He was looking around and turning to every human who so much as came close enough to generate a tiny wind. It was so crowded that people bumped into each other constantly, and Vegeta was caught in the middle. He didn't like to be touched very much, in fact he hated it, so it was kind of a miracle that he didn't explode right there. From all sides people seemed to plow right into him, shoving him and shouting profanities and yelling to make him move. Such a situation would surly have made him snap had it not been for the past events that lead to this period in time and of course as much as he refused to admit it, his self-control had a lot to do with the presence of a certain woman, but with all the changes he has experience since living on earth it seemed that this would be the breaking point. Bulma tried to calm him by putting her hand on his shoulder, but that only caused him to spin around and snatch her wrist. He let go when he saw it was she.

"So many humans." He said as his eyes shifted from the left to right trying to look at everyone at the same time. Bulma watched him carefully making sure he wouldn't go off on everyone. 'Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea.' She thought as Vegeta became more annoyed by the second even going so far as to raise his P level slightly. "You didn't tell me there was going to be so many humans around." At this point she could see that she had to do something before Vegeta started to pick off every human in the city.

"Vegeta," she said as she forced him to look at her. "Just calm down. It's me. You need to calm your self before you hurt somebody." She could see that talking to him was working and that he didn't seem to be so irritated. "Okay, that's better. Now breath." She stroked his face as he returned to normal. They both were staring into each others eyes and for a moment it seemed that they were completely alone. "You have to remember not to hurt anybody anyone while here." She said in a very soft tone.

"What if I do hurt these humans, what are you gonna do?" He said as they both were still gazing at one another.

"Lets hope it never has to come to that." She said still trapped in that moment. Vegeta, who was also unable to look away, closed his eyes and pulled away from her. Reality came rushing back to the both of them and the city was once again filled with thousands of city folk. Only this time Vegeta wasn't tripping out anymore. "Well, come on." Vegeta looked downward to see Bulma's outstretched hand in front of him. To this he folded his arms and walked past her.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking without you dragging me everywhere." Bulma shook her head and rolled her eyes before she caught up and walked along side him. Sniff jumped into Bulma's arms opting for a better resting spot. "You know Vegeta I thought I lost you there for a moment." She smiled up at him, hiding her strong relief and put her arm around his.

Bulma led Vegeta to a place she liked to get her hair done and decided that while she was here she might as well go in and change her hair style again. Inside she sat Vegeta down on one of the waiting chairs and gave him Sniff.

"I won't be long, trust me. Just stay put; I'll be right back. Okay." She turned around and walked towards the stylist chairs. Vegeta watched her as she sat down and a woman came to her and tossed a sheet around her.

"Aright, miss Briefs. How would you like it today." Looking back Bulma said the same thing she says whenever she gets her hair done at this place.

"Hmm… surprise me." The hair stylist smiled at this, knowing that she was gonna say that. Then she began.

Vegeta watched as Bulma and a whole row of other women had their hair hack off, curled, shampooed, brushed, colored, sprayed, and dried. Very slowly he lifted his hand up to his own hair to inspect it, then he wondered to himself what he would look like with a hair cut. Shaking his head he put his hand down but brought is back up again and played it a little trying to see himself in one of the many mirrors. Hearing a meow he looked down and saw Sniff staring up at him, As if he had just been caught he quickly put his hand down and acted as if it never happened.

He looked to the left of him and saw a man reading a teen magazine with a less then pleased look on his face, no doubt another unlucky husband or boyfriend having to sit and wait as his significant other got herself a brand new look. He shook his head and looked to his left. He saw a man, or at least what he thought was a man. He was wearing women's clothing and had long, colorful nails. He wore heavy makeup and had long blonde hair.

"Fruriza?" He asked having a sense of familiarity.

"Excuse me?" He responded in a very deep but feminine voice.

"Robert. Robert Neissan" One of the stylists called out.

"Oh, sorry honey, that's me." The man said as he got up to go. Vegeta, still wondering, shook his head.

"Nah." he said looking down at Sniff who was looking at him curiously. Vegeta put him in the now vacant seat beside him. He eyed the cat that was now licking himself and opened his mouth to speak but stopped. He looked to Bulma who was still getting her hair done then to the man to his right; he was falling asleep in his chair and had in his hand his fifth magazine. Vegeta turned back to Sniff

"Y'know what cat, I don't understand this absurd human ritual of theirs." The feline stopped his licking and turned to listen. "You know what I mean right. You and me, we don't need that shit." He paused as if to receive a response. "If I had it my way and the earth was under the sublime rule of the Vegeta bloodline I'd stop all this nonsense." He finished as he nodded his head in an agreeing manner. "Hmph, if I was king I could probably make you the royal pet. Well, as long as you don't go shitting and pissing everywhere. Damn, your not so bad." He said with all seriousness. "But I'd need a queen." He praised himself for bringing her up so subtly as he continued. "I guess she could make an adequate queen," he said, talking, of course, about the blue haired scientist currently getting her hair styled. "she isn't so bad either." He looked over at Sniff who was again cleaning himself. "Fuck, if your just gonna sit there and lick yourself all day you…"

"Vegeta." He turned his head to the voice and saw Bulma standing there modeling her new do. Vegeta stood up to acknowledge her. "Well, how do like it." She said spinning around letting him see the whole view. Her hair was slightly shorter and was very curly.

"Its…different." Bulma wasn't satisfied with that.

"Is that good or bad?"

"It… suits you." This made Bulma roll her eyes.

"Well, do you like it or not." Vegeta struggled for an answer then realized that this was a simple yes or no question.

"Yes" he finally said and was a little startled when Bulma suddenly jumped forward, put her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the check.

"Are you quite finished?" He said looking down at her. She let go and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Oh, we should get going, we only have 15 minutes. That should be enough time to get to the Imax Theater. Come on" She took his hand in hers and pulled him towards the door.

"Wait." He stopped her and turned to Sniff who was still lying on the chair "You coming, cat?" The furry ball of orange got up on the chair and jumped off. He climbed up Vegeta's pant and went up on his shoulder. Vegeta turned to Bulma who was waiting at the door. "Let's Go."

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.)