"He's in his room..." I croaked, scraping up only little bits of the steak to my mouth. I couldn't help but feel guilty. Was it something I did that made Vegeta act the way he did? Maybe I really shouldn't have touched him...or maybe it was something I said. Maybe it was the chocolate or...
"Bulma, what's wrong with you? How come you're not eating?" Mommy asked, interrupting my thoughts. I smiled to wash that look of worry in her face.
"I'm not too hungry Mommy..."
"Clarisse, bring the guest his dinner in his room," Daddy ordered Clarisse, who had already prepared the tray. When she left, I excused myself.
"But Princess, where are you going?" Mommy asked as I took my dishes and put them in a tray.
"I'm going to eat in my room. I found out it was fun," I smiled.
"That's nice dear but don't get used to it!" Daddy chuckled, "We'll miss seeing you here,"
"Oh Daddy," I giggled. Slowly, I went to my room and waited until Clarisse had gone way downstairs. Then, I snuck into Vegeta's room again.
"Hey," I called softly as I locked the door, "You wouldn't mind eating with me again, will you?"
He simply looked at me then turned back to his food. I'll take that as a yes. I sat on his bed and ate slowly. Again, my appetite receeded and I had to give the rest of my steak to Vegeta.
"It's not you..." Vegeta lay his head back on his pillow. I had put his tray outside his door and mine outside my door so the maids wouldn't know I'm here.
"Are you sure it wasn't me? Then why were you mad?" I asked, relieved that I was not the cause of his melancholic state.
"I'm not mad!" he flung his arms in the air.
"Well you're mad now!" I snickered.
"I'm not mad...just upset," he said softly and somehow, it made me laugh!
"What's with you and laughing?! Are you crazy or something?!" Vegeta scowled.
"No! It's just that one minute your mad, the next your so soft! I can't help it!" I held on to my sides and laughed some more. Vegeta crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry," I smiled. Then, I turned serious.
"Why did you get upset?"
"Do you really want to talk about that now?!"
"I want to know what's been bugging you. I might be able to help..."
"Nothing can help now...nothing..." Vegeta whispered so softly that I was barely able to hear him. Silence clouded the two of us before he finally spoke.
"Anyway, when will you go to school?" he asked, changing the subject.
"In two weeks I guess. I'm still enjoying the vacation. Why?"
"I want to go..."
"What?!"
"I want to see how humans get their education."
What am I going to do now?! I don't want to have him tagging along!
"But...how about your tail!? Won't people scream when they see your tail?!" I tried to reason. He just smirked.
"You know I can very well hide it with my clothing," he replied. I thought again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...but the other girls might...
"NO! Please, Vegeta, no...." I cried before running out of his room to end the conversation.