"Hi Bulma! Good to see you working today!"
"Yeah…it's been a long time hasn't it Mai?"
Mai fluttered her long dark lashes showing off her sparkling almond eyes. She ran her dainty fingers across her long, dark blue hair.
"Uhmm…Bulma, how's life with you and Yamcha?" Mai continued the conversation.
"Pretty good I guess," Bulma answered cooly. "Why?"
"You haven't heard the news?!" Mai's eyes widened in shock.
"What? What news?!" Bulma put the papers down, seeing her friend's serious expression.
"Well…he…he's been going out with another girl lately," Mai answered.
"WHAT?! I'm gonna pound that big lug!" Bulma hammered her fists against her desk.
"Bulma, I think this is a lot more serious than you think."
"Whaddya mean?"
"Uhm….I saw Yamcha and that girl going into a motel and didn't leave for six hours."
"WHAT??!!?" Bulma's mouth hung open. "How'd you know they stayed there for six hours?! Did you wait that long?"
Mai's expression seemed to change but she immediately answered.
"I…I've hired a detective. I did that to make sure…"
"A detective?"
"Yeah…I did that to warn you…you have to stay away from that guy, Bulma! He's using you…just as he has always been."
Bulma slumped back to her seat. Her blue crystal eyes sparkled as a tear slowly flowed down her cheek. She immediately wiped it away.
"Mai, you wouldn't lie to me now, would you?"
"Have I ever, Bulma?"
The young heiress stood up and got her brief case.
"I…I've gotta go…I need a place to think…"
"Bulma…I'm sorry…."
It was already dark when Bulma
decided to go home from the park. She had been sitting under her favorite
cherry tree, crying her eyes out.
Yamcha still hasn't changed after
all these years…what did I do wrong to him anyway?!"
She walked all the way, drowning
herself in sorrow. She didn't care as to where she was going.
"Ah…little Ms. Briefs…walking alone,
are we?" a strange, gruff voice said behind her. She turned around, only
to realize that she was in a dark alley, surrounded by thugs. Each men
had a club or a knife with them. Despite being outnumbered, she stood her
ground.
"Get lost, boneheads! I'm having
a really big problem right now!"
"Oh you do have a problem now, richy
girl!" the leader continued, as his troops took out their weapons. Upon
seeing this, fear started clutching on Bulma's throat.
"Think of the money we'll make holding
her for ransom! Get her boys!"
Two thugs held her arms while the
other held her by the neck. She choked and started gasping for air.
"You humans are so stupid! That's
not a way to treat a female!!"
"Wha?!"
The thugs suddenly let go of Bulma.
She knelt down and massaged her neck a bit. She turned to her side, only
to see that the three thugs that held her were out cold. The others ran
away but were also knocked down by a shadowy, blurry figure. She watched
the figure and was shocked, as it stepped into the light.
"Vegeta?! What are you doing here?!"
"What am I doing here?! What are
you doing here?! You should have been back in the house right about now!"
"So you were checking up on me?"
Vegeta frowned, causing a wrinkle
to appear on the upper left corner of his lips.
"No way! Your dad sent me for you!"
"Vegeta…my dad's not coming home
until the next two days,"
"Did I say your dad?! It was your
mom!"
"Mom is with Dad."
"Why…ugh..rr…" Vegeta mumbled, looking
for an answer.
"They called me on the phone! They
said I should pick you up!"
Bulma giggled and started circling
around the Saiyan.
"And do you know how to use a phone
Vegeta? That's one thing I haven't taught you…yet."
"Why you…you should be thankful
that I saved your freakin' life!" the prince yelled.
"Okay, okay! I owe you a lot! Thanks."
"You owe me?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Bulma gave out a confused
look, "Uhm…why don't we go home now? Where's the motorcycle?"
"Motorcycle?"
"Don't tell me you just flew all
over town!"
"I did."
Bulma slapped her forehead. "Great!
The news of a flying guy will be all over the city by tomorrow! I'm taking
a taxi!"
After taking a single step, Vegeta
suddenly carried her and flew her away with him.
"VEGETA!!!!"
"Hey! It's better than wasting good
money on slow transportation!"
Bulma was silent. Vegeta does have
a point. It was really strange…Vegeta really knows how to carry a woman.
Bulma smiled. She was starting to get comfortable when they stopped. She
looked down below the big Capsule Corp dome.
"Okay. Fly down and I'll cook you
some dinner, okay?" Bulma pointed below. Vegeta did as he was told but
instead of going on the ground, he touched down on the top of the dome.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
Bulma waved her fists in the air as Vegeta set her down. The Saiyan prince
didn't bother to look at her and instead, lay down. Bulma sat down beside
him, annoyed.
"What are you looking at, Vegeta?!"
"The stars."
"Stars?"
Vegeta kept silent after that. Bulma
lay down beside him and watched the sparkling jewels in the sky. It was
the first time she got a view of the stars from the top of the dome.
"This is kinda fun…maybe I should
do this more often,"
Out of the corner of her eye, she
saw Vegeta pointing at the stars and moving his arms back and forth.
"What are you doing?" Bulma asked
with curiosity.
"Haven't you tried connecting the
stars and seeing what shape they make?"
"Wha?!" Bulma was astounded. She
could barely believe that Vegeta…the most stuck up, heartless man she ever
met could be so…so…nice! She looked back at the heavens and followed Vegeta.
"There's one that looks like two
Saiyans fighting!" Vegeta pointed out. Bulma followed his gaze and studied
the stars.
"They're not fighting," she opposed,
"that's a male and a female Saiyan, holding hands!"
"How can you be sure that the other
one's a female?!"
"Look at her curves…it's obviously
a woman. Oh, I tell you Vegeta, this is quite fun! I could get used to
this!"
Vegeta sat up and fumbled with his
fingers.
"A man and a woman…spring…"
"Vegeta, what are you mumbling about?"
"Nothing…about what you said earlier…did
you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"You know…that you owed me a lot?"
"Oh that one," Bulma thought for
a moment, "Yeah, I meant it. Why?" She looked into Vegeta's eyes. Then
it hit her. "You mean you want a reward?"
Vegeta turned away from her silently.
Bulma understood.
"Do you want money? Gold? Treasure?
Food? I can give you anything you want!"
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything to pay you back for
saving me,"
Vegeta looked back at Bulma. His
eyes were different…as if it were burning up in flames.
"You…" Vegeta replied in a strange
low voice.
"What?" Bulma asked, confused.
"You. I want you," the prince repeated,
making the hairs behind Bulma's neck stand on end.
"You like me? Oh Vegeta, that's
sweet and all but I'm already taken," she answered shyly as she began to
blush.
"It's so hard to be so beautiful…every
guy is after you,"
"I don't mean YOU YOU! I mean…you…"
the Saiyan tried to explain.
"Vegeta, you're not making any sense
at all!"
Vegeta moved closer to Bulma. His
presence seemed to frighten her. Then he reached for her hand. Slowly,
he moved his face closer to hers. Bulma pushed him away a bit and quickly
stood up.
"No! No! Not that! Anything but
that!"
"You said you'll give me anything
I want right?! You owe me, woman!"
"Why should I ive myself to you!?
I don't even like you!"
"And do I like you, woman!? I HATE
you!"
"Then why bother doing it with me?!
There are so many women out there! Try them out!"
"I don't want to…"
"Why not?"
Vegeta smirked and answered, "Coz
you're the only woman in town who'd easily give herself to the next handsome
guy around!"
PAK!
Bulma slapped Vegeta on his right
cheek.
"How dare you! You're making some
pretty big assumptions about me and you don't even know if it's true!"
she yelled. The Saiyan prince turned back to her again and massaged his
cheek.
"Hmp! Fine! Then, become my slave
for all eternity!"
"WHAT?!"
"Either that or…you know what!"
"I'm not gonna do it even if you're
the last man or alien or whatever in this whole freakin' world!"
"If you aren't going to do either
of my demands, I could very well kill all the men in the world 'til I'll
be the last male, man…whatever, on Earth!"
Bulma's mouth hung open. Vegeta
was threatening her…and all because she had to get saved by him!
"You know very well I can do it,"
his eyes narrowed towards her, "and if you snitch, your parents will be
the first to go to hell!"
Bulma was terrified. There's Vegeta's
old personality, back from the dead. She new this was serious.
"Isn't a simple 'thank you' enough?"
stupid question. The prince could never be satisfied by anything.
"Such little things for a royal
prince!"
"Okay! Fine! But if I become your
slave…what if you order me to do it with you?"
"I won't."
"You swear?"
"Saiyan's honor!"
This was definitely serious. Bulma
knew that Vegeta would keep his promise since his honor is on the line.
"I…I'll think about it…can't we
go back inside now?"