* Mystery Years *
~ Chapter Five ~
When she entered his bathroom, out of curiosity she popped her head in the shower to discover water beads every where, she had been right in thinking that he had taken a shower. 'Must have been a cold one.' She smirked remembering how turned on he was when he had fled. Bulma turned and went into his room to find him by his chest of drawers pulling out a pair of socks. He looked over at her which somewhat frightened her. 'Could he sense me? Naw, he probably just heard or smelled me.'
"What do you want woman? Don't you think you've tormented me enough for one day?"
"Tormented you? When was I tormenting you!? You were the one who…tormented…" She trailed off and licked her lips. Vegeta didn't know how to respond to her. 'She's upset I didn't follow through. This is getting to be to complicated.' He turned away from her and headed for his door. As he exited he heard her growl. He shook his head. 'Oh god!' His blood started to boil again. But what he didn't know was she had made the noise as she ran out his bathroom to cut him off.
[Hallway]
"Woman!" He roared.
"Vegeta what is your problem? You've been acting so weird."
"My problem is you!" He snarled.
"Me?" She said in a quiet voice. "What did I do?" She had been completely thrown by his answer.
"You go around being all nice to me and doing things for me you didn't have to-"
"News flash that's what nice is."
"Well you always look so damn good and your smell drives me crazy. The way you make me feel…" He stopped mid-sentence after he realized what he was saying. Bulma smiled at him.
"I liked not waking up alone." She stepped toward him and ran her fingers down the side of his face. "I especially liked the part where I woke up next to you." She sashayed a finger over his lips. "But most of all I liked this." Bulma leaned forward and gave him a tender, endearing kiss; afterward snuggling against him in a hug. Vegeta's mind went blank. She backed up and looked at him with innocence.
"Come on. I promised you breakfast." She walked away from him and down the stairs. It had been several minutes before Vegeta gained back his control over his body and began down the path she had taken. When he walked into the kitchen Bulma was busy cooking and he took a seat at the table. After his meal was finished he left to continue his training. Bulma finished cleaning the kitchen and walked outside. She strolled over to the pool and sat down on the chaise. She pulled a thin paperback from her back pocket and began to read. It had seemed like she had just started when an irate Saiyan cast his shadow over her.
"Woman." He grumbled.
"Yes." She answered eyeing him over the rim of her book. {Grrrr.} Vegeta's stomach sounded. Bulma looked down at her watch. "Geez. That time already." She pulled a red ribbon from her back pocket and marked her spot. She rose, walked up to him and smiled.
"Your blasted mother won't let me be. She insisted on cooking and ordered me to stay away from the kitchen. She also said to come out here with you and wait till she called. Nobody orders me around, woman!" He followed the statement with an angry growl.
"Yes I know I'm the only one who can do that." She said sternly but couldn't hold it and started to laugh.
"Woman, you're trying my patients." He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Bulma came closer to him and took one of his fists in her steady hands.
"You're my prince to order around." She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. At first he wanted to be furious at her and make her pay for all her disrespectful comments but on the other hand he found her to be rather quite amusing and cute. "Come." She flashed him an evil smirk. The two of them walked to the kitchen and Bulma forced her mother out to prepare Vegeta an edible meal.
Bulma placed a plate down in front of her seat and proceeded to sit. She glanced at the hungry Saiyan and could only laugh lightly as he dug in quickly.
"What?" He snapped in between bites. 'Well at least he doesn't talk with his mouth completely full like another certain Saiyan I know.' Vegeta lowered his hand that held the fork and stared at her. "What!?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking that's all."
"Thinking?"
"Yes, you know thinking. It's when your brain starts to come up with ideas. Imagine. Ponder. How ever you want to describe it."
"Of me?" He ignored her comment.
"No…well sort of." She smirked and took a bite of her meal.
"Really now?" He smirked too and leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah, I was just coming up with more ways to poison you." She grinned evilly. "Incase this time fails." She started to snicker a bit. Vegeta however didn't share in her amusement anymore and stood up. He dropped the fork as he backed away. "I win." She took another bite, still grinning.
"By far. That one was a good one, woman." Vegeta stated as he regained his composure.
"Why thank you, Vegeta." Her evilness faded and true happiness replaced it. The two of them played what some people called a very twisted game. They would be mean or seductive towards each other and see if they could scare or hurt the other one. If they did then that party won the match. Vegeta took up his seat again and Bulma handed him another fork.
"So where were we?" She smirked.
"You were trying to convince me that you were just staring at me for no reason at all?" He resumed his eating.
"I wasn't staring." She played with her food.
"Right." He smirked. "You'll have to work on your lying skills."
"Will you tutor me?" She grinned wickedly.
"I'm not sure you're worth my time for any reason." Seeing her smile fade, he laughed evilly. "I win." He got up from the table and proceeded to exit out the back door.
"I made some dessert, do you want some?" She said in a small voice. Vegeta turned around but only because of her tone. 'I think I went to far with that last one. She took me seriously.' Bulma got up and uncovered a cake. "Well?"
"Yeah sure." He replied softly and sat back down. He cleared a spot by piling some of his plates off to the side. Bulma placed a small plate in front of him with a huge slice of Devil's Food Cake. She turned around and covered the cake back up. "You don't eat nearly enough, woman." For some strange reason the silence was bothering him. Bulma simply turned and picked up a pile of dishes.
"I'm not a Saiyan or a male for that matter, remember?" She placed the pile she had collected in the sink.
"Could have fooled me." She turned around to glare at him. 'Well I suppose that could have been taken as an insult.' He smiled at her but it didn't seem to kill the angry glare. "You may not technically be a Saiyan but you definitely have a Saiyan Warrior's spirit and courage. Not to mention you have a terrific mind. Some of the highest ranked scientists I knew are nothing compared to you." Vegeta blushed a bit and looked down at his cake. Bulma on the other hand, froze.
"Wha-what?" Her stutter made him look up at her. She lost her grip on one of the plates she had been holding but there was never the loud crash of it shattering to wake her. For the Saiyan Prince had used his quickness to catch the fallen china.
"Are you alright?" He put the plate on the table. Now Bulma had no strength at all and released the stack she had been building from the other hand. Vegeta again saved the day with his speed and placed them a top the other on the table. "Alright woman, what's with you?" He switched back to his cold tone.
"Oh sorry." She said in a stoned kind of way and grabbed the pile of dishes from beside him and in a shocked state proceeded to the sink.
"Ok fine then!"
"What?" She turned around somewhat fine now.
"I asked you a question, two in fact and received no answer." He yelled.
"Well gee I'm so sorry your magnificence. Didn't mean to offend you! Or disobey you!" She screamed. "Gosh where was my head?" She hissed.
"Do you really want me to answer that!?"
"Oh why don't you just leave? You were going to before!"
"Don't tell me what to do, woman." He hollered.
"I can if I want to, this is my house and you're a guest in it. Now get out!" Bulma chucked a mug at him, which he caught and placed on the table.
"Fine with me!" He shouted and stomped out the back door to the GR.
[Else where.]
"Oh my, seems they're at it again." Mrs. Briefs turned to her birds.
"What was that you said my dear?" Her husband came into the room.
"I think those two had another tiff."
"Oh really. Well it's been a while hasn't it?" Dr. Briefs rubbed his chin.
"Yes it has. Vegeta had left for almost four months then Bulma left for her annual three week vacation." She sighed at the end.
"Four and half months of peace." He chuckled.
"Hmm, yeah. Vegeta wasn't even here really those two weeks she was still gone."
"But boy when he was around you knew it. Constantly barking orders as if he owned the place."
"I suppose." She continued to water the plants in a dreamy state. "He really is a sweet boy." She said to no one in particular.
"Our little girl does seem to hold some kind of power over him."
"Mm Hm. She does, doesn't she?" Dr. Briefs smiled at his ditzy wife and left her to her chores. "Mmmm, yes. I hope I'll have a sweet little grandchild soon, one to spoil rotten." The blonde let out a screeching giggle and hugged the watering can she was holding.