"What are you standing there for?! Bring me my sleeping robes!!"
"Well excuuuuse me, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!" I scowled, "I'm a princess and princesses are not supposed to be ordered around! Why don't you call the maids!?"
Vegeta humphed and sat on the bed. He seemed to tremble at the touch of the soft cushion. Then, one of our maids appeared with what was to be Vegeta's pajamas. She bent down to him before leaving.
"Your slaves seem to have more respect for royalty than you!" Vegeta smirked.
"They are not slaves! They're servants and it's their job to respect guests!" I crossed my arms beneath my full bossom. I looked away from Vegeta. Then I heard a clank. I looked down on the floor and saw that he had taken off his armor. My eyes rose from his feet to his head. He had such a perfect body! He's wearing spandex too!!! I trembled. I was surprised at how my body reacted to the sight of his. He was the fanatasy man I had so wanted...if not for his arrogance. His hands started to go beneath his shirt. He lifted it up a bit so his abs were a bit visible.
"You want me to undress in front of you?!" he snarled. Startled, I quickly closed the door and ran to my room. I lay on my stomach and clutched my pillow tightly. My face was hot and I knew I was blushing. I can't help it! He's just so attractive! Before I knew it, Mommy was in my room, nudging me by the shoulder.
"Bulma dear, it's morning. Come on down and eat your breakfast."
"Uh...Mom, where's Vegeta?"
"He's in his room," Mommy sighed, "He doesn't want to dine with us. I just had one of the maids bring something up to him,"
"Oh...then, can you have the maids bring up breakfast for me too?"
"Why? I thought you hated eating in your room. It might mess up your bed,"
"I just feel like it, Mom,"
Mommy nodded and left. After a short while, the maid came in with my breakfast tray. I waited until I was sure that she was out of earshot. Slowly, I tiptoed to Vegeta's room with my tray. I peeked in his room a bit. He was still eating...very slowly. I opened the door.
"Good morning, my prince! Did you sleep well?"
Silence. He chewed on his food and then swallowed.
"I may be a prince but I'm not yours!" he scoffed. I put my tray on his bed and started munching on my toast.
"Well, you will be. Whether you like it or not, you will be," I sipped on my milk.
"Hmp! Why did you come here?!"
"Can't a wife come and see her husband and have breakfast with him?"
"Wife? Husband?"
"Oh...uhm, it's..." now what primitive term should I give him for those?
"Mate?!" his eyes widened. I grimaced at the thought.
"We're not animals you know...at least I'm not!" I fumed.
"Whose more of an animal?! You, who come barging into my room or me, silently eating his food?!"
"Uh!" I sighed and ate away on my toast. I stole glances at Vegeta as he ate in a snail's pace. I wonder why he didn't make any effort to get me out of his sight? Maybe he wants me to stay with him after all...
"You gonna eat that?" he pointed at my untouched bacon and eggs. No wonder he wanted me to stay! I wasn't that hungry anyway, so I gave it to him.
"You want my milk too?" I offered, as soon as he finished. Without a word, he grabbed my cup and drank the milk in one gulp. Then, he wiped his mouth with a table napkin.
"Not exactly what they would prepare in my planet but it's not bad I guess..." he said.
"That was just breakfast. Wait 'til dinner!" I clapped my hands and immediately, Clarisse, my favorite maid came to take our trays away. She looked shocked, seeing me in my flimsy nightgown and sitting on Vegeta's bed. I pulled her aside.
"Clarisse, don't worry. Nothing happened. You believe me, don't you?" I whispered.
"Oh, yah, yah miss," she smiled. I loved her Irish accent! As soon as she left, I turned my attention to Vegeta. He had a far away look in his eyes. I waved my hand in front of his face.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, but you were in some sort of trance. What's wrong?"
"None that should be of interest to you!" he turned his head away. Sigh! It's going to be a looong month!
"Listen, Vegeta, I don't enjoy getting into spats with you. We only got one month to be together. The least you can do is make it memorable," I pleaded. He turned to me with stone cold eyes.
"Please, just one month...that's only four weeks..."
"Fine!" Vegeta humphed. I was so happy that I couldn't help but hug him! He shivered when I did that. I pulled away from him and I saw that his eyes were as wide as saucers!
"D...don't you dare touch me like that again," Vegeta hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Okay, fine," I held my hands up as if to surrender. I lifted myself away from the bed and headed for the door.
"Oh, and Vegeta," I turned my head back to him, "perhaps you'd want me to show you the grounds later. I'll be downstairs," and with that, I left him.