Disclaimer: see the 1st chapter.
A/N: I guess I am finally tired of having this story Un-Named, so I'm taking suggestions. What do you guys think of "Eyes"? Cuz I noticed that a lot of my story has to do with them looking into each other's eyes. Respond and tell me what you think.
Chapter 5:
Late the next morning, Vegeta walked into the kitchen for a snack just as Bulma was hanging up the phone. She had a thoughtful look on her face.
"Oh, hi Vegeta. I think I was just going to find you," she said hesitantly.
"You think you were going to find me? What, your brain not telling the rest of you its plans?" he mocked her, feeling the need to put some distance between them after the previous night's camaraderie. But Bulma paid no mind.
"Yes," she muttered quietly to herself, "I'll do it." Then she focused her attention on Vegeta. "I have a favor to ask of you," she started.
"Oh really, woman? Well forget it, I don't do favors," he stated as he began to stalk away from her, his snack forgotten.
"Wait, I think you'll like this one," she said, halting his progress. "It has to do with getting back at Yamcha."
Despite himself, Vegeta felt his curiosity kick in. He turned back, arms crossed, listening. She took that as a sign to continue. "Well," she plunged in, "Krillen and Marron are going out to a club tonight, that was him just now on the phone, and he's already talked to Yamcha, and he agreed to bring his 'new girlfriend'," Here Bulma's voice slowed from its frantic explaining and began oozed disdain. She lost her train of thought thinking of a few things she'd like to tell that bimbo. Vegeta smirked, knowing how her thoughts ran, and cleared his throat gently, bringing her back to her favor.
"Oh yeah, so Krillen wanted to know if I wanted to go too, but he would completely underatnd if it would be too painful to see Yamcha, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking of me home alone moping while he's out having fun, so I told Krillen I would love to go. And…I want you to come with me…as my date," whispered Bulma, looking at him with puppy-dog eyes.
It took a few moments for her words to translate themselves into something Vegeta could understand. And then he didn't know whether to laugh or get upset by the fact that she wanted to use him. He just stood there for a few seconds, so Bulma began speaking anxiously again. "I know it doesn't sound like much fun, but I thought you would like to help me get back at Yamcha. Plus I know how jealous he was of you, and of all the time I spend helping you, and he never liked that you were so much stronger than he could ever be-"
Humor finally won out for Vegeta, and his laughter went bouncing across the room. "Woman, you are almost devious enough to be a Saiyan," he said in the tone of someone paying a high compliment.
"So you'll do it?" she asked eagerly.
Vegeta looked into her gleaming, excited eyes, all set to turn her down. "Yes," he heard someone say in his voice. What was going on? One look into the woman's eyes and he was putty. Dammit.
"Oh thank you Vegeta!" Bulma gushed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't have a bad time. We leave tonight at eight, oh, and I'll bring you some clothes later!" and she rushed out the door.
Vegeta sighed. There was no way out of it now, not after seeing how excited she was. Plus he had given his word, which a Saiyan always stands by. Or dances by it, as the case may be.
"Oh, by the way Vegeta!" He turned to see Bulma had paused right outside the door. "Could you please shower too? We don't need you smelling sweaty and dirty all night," she said as she flashed him a cheeky grin.
Vegeta sighed again. "Don't push your luck woman. I'm only doing this to see Yamcha squirm, not for you," he said as he began to make his way to the bathroom to shower.
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Bulma spent a fun afternoon shopping for club clothes for herself and Vegeta. Imagining him in something besides sweaty training clothes gave her a thrill she didn't plan on examining too closely. She knew he had a good figure, obviously muscled but still compact. Pretty much any colors would go with his dark eyes and hair, so she picked things that would compliment her as well. If they were going to be a couple, they might as well be stunning, right?
She returned to capsule Corp. around five o'clock, which left her just enough time to get ready. Bulma knocked on Vegeta's door to drop off the clothes. She heard some rapid shuffling from the room, along with some muffled curses. "Dammit, how do you turn this thing off? Come on, go away!" Bulma's curiosity couldn't take any more, so she pushed open the door. All the furniture in the room had been pushed back against the walls, creating a big space in the middle of the room. Vegeta was crouched in front of the TV set, frantically turning knobs and pushing buttons. When he saw Bulma enter the room, he gave up on trying to turn it off and just punched a whole through the screen, but not before she caught a glimpse of the picture. It was of a teen music-dancing program. Bulma was very confused.
"Vegeta," she began slowly, "Why did you just destroy one of my television sets?" she asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
Vegeta slipped his usual mask of cold haughtiness over his features and stood with his rams crossed. "Don't worry, I'm not expecting you to be able to fix it. Obviously a TV would be beyond your expertise."
Realization dawned on Bulma's features. "You were learning how to dance, weren't you?" she said more than asked.
Vegeta just smirked, not condescending to give her an affirmative answer. But Bulma knew. "You don't have to worry. Everyone knows how to dance; it's really easy. Didn't you ever dance when you were younger?" she asked innocently.
Vegeta gave her a look that clearly asked how stupid could she be. "I trained," he said slowly, the way you would explain something to a particularly dense child.
"Tonight you get to forget all that and have fun, loosen up, and enjoy life. Don't worry, you'll be in good hands-mine!" she chuckled, entirely looking forward to going out with Vegeta. Not that it was a date, no. "Oh no, I only have two hours and forty-five minutes to get ready, I'll have to hurry. Here are your clothes," she placed them on the bed, "And I'll see you about quarter to eight. Try to stay out of trouble till then." And suddenly she was gone, leaving Vegeta alone with a new set of clothes and a busted TV. Once again he considered backing out but couldn't when he thought of how excited Bulma was. Sighing- as he usually did around her- he began to set the room to rights.
***
By 7:30, Bulma was dressed and pacing nervously in her new clothes. She'd picked out a medium blue mini-dress with thick straps. The color went well with her hair and accentuated her eyes. For jewelry she wore a simple silver chain link belt low on her hips, a silver y-necklace with a charm of a dragonball, and a thin silver watch. Her hair was pulled up and away from her face, with a few tendrils curling down. And her delicate feet were encased in strappy silver platform sandals. Feet that were treading around the room nervously as Bulma wondered what she had gotten herself into. "I can't believe I'm going out with Vegeta!" she squealed to herself. "I hope he likes the clothes I picked out for him." She glanced over at the clock and decided that it was close enough to quarter of eight. She headed for Vegeta's room and knocked once more. The door was flung open and an angry Vegeta scowled at her.
"Woman, this damn thing is choking me!" he cried, pulling at his tie.
Bulma bit back a smile and stepped up to help him. "Well no wonder, you have it tied tight enough. We're not going to a funeral you know, just out to have fun. There," she said as she finished making his thin gray tie looser. She undid his top shirt button also, which greatly improved matters. "Now let me get a look at you," she said as she began circling him, inspecting the fit of his clothes. She had chosen a medium gray suit to match her silver jewelry, while his button down shirt was the exact shade of her dress. His dark coloring went well with the clothes, and with her by his side, they were a knockout. "Hmm, not bad," she said finally.
Vegeta, although happy that his tie was no longer choking him, still scowled. He thought that the woman looked absolutely stunning. "Come on woman, let's get this over with," and he started for the door.
"Wait, Vegeta. If we're going to make it really seem like we're together, then you have to clal me by my name tonight."
She expected an argument, but he just sighed and rolled his eyes. "And I suppose I have to be charming as well?" he asked sarcastically, as he held his arm up in a gentlemanly fashion for her to take.
"Only to me," she giggled.
Vegeta rolled his eyes more, although secretly he liked making her laugh. "All right, Bulma, lets get this night over with." And together the stunning couple strolled into the night.