Mystery Years
~Chapter 6~
Bulma made Vegeta's dinner a little early and bolted after she set the table. The fight they had earlier still had her a bit upset.
When Vegeta entered the kitchen he was surprised to find his meal already waiting for him and no Bulma. He polished off all of it and went to his room. He stopped in front of her door and stared at the light streaming out from underneath it. Vegeta shook his head and walked into his bathroom.
After his shower Vegeta entered his room to find his tennis shoes and other garments he had left in her room piled on his bed, like she had just carelessly thrown them there.
"Agh, woman." He snarled and went to her room. Vegeta didn't bother to knock and just barged in. Bulma was sitting in a very comfortable, oversized chair reading a thick book. She was wearing a thin-strapped floor length nightgown, which was satin and lavender colored. Her hair was held back with a white ribbon.
"Well gee come on in." She remarked after hearing him growl when he entered completely.
"I need no invitation." He snapped.
"Then why did you wait for one last night?" She looked over at him.
"You ate didn't you?" His question threw her for a loop.
"Yes why?"
"No reason." He turned to leave.
"Ah no you had a reason. What was it?" He paused and turned slightly.
"There was no reason." He said sternly.
"Vegeta I-"
"I was going to say something else but changed my mind. So drop it!" His loud voice hurt her ears, so she wrinkled up her noise.
"Geez ok. I get it. Chill out." She closed her book and stood up. She dropped it on her desk as she crossed her room to get to him. "So what were you going to say?" She said playfully.
"I thought I told you to leave it be."
"Oh come on." Bulma slid her arms around his neck.
"I was coming to see if you were ready to apologize to me yet." Bulma giggled.
"Liar." She replied, her playful manner never fading.
"So what if I am?" He half smiled.
"See you know full well you were the one at fault." She said moving on.
"What?!" He pulled back a bit. She giggled again.
"Aren't you going to apologize to me for yelling? You should know better then to raise your voice in front of a lady."
"Humph, show me a lady to apologize to." He smirked.
"Ha-ha." She pulled herself up against him again. "Why she's standing right in front of you."
"Hmp, I don't see her." He looked to both sides of her and then gave her that weak smile from before.
"She's the one who's kissing you." Vegeta's poor excuse for a smile dissipated as Bulma came in for the kiss. When their lips met Vegeta started to back away but Bulma kept a firm hold on him. Not wanting this to go any further Vegeta finally used his strength to escape her. He left without saying a word or so much as glancing her way. Bulma watched him depart not the least bit surprised. 'What a complicated man.' She shrugged and retired for the night.
Vegeta laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. 'Why did you back out? This makes three times you acted like a coward.' His pride kept telling him to bolt, to leave this home because it knew if he were to stay it would lead to big problems, one being he'd fall in love with her and become her slave. He had been a slave all his life and he wasn't about to give up his newly found freedom. He had seen the power of a mate; his father had pretty much done whatever Vegeta's mother commanded him to do. Vegeta wasn't about to go there. 'If I just ignore her she'll go away.'
[Flash back]
"My prince you can't just ignore your problems. The only way to fix them is to face them head on."
"Oh shut up, Nappa!" A little prince snapped.
"But Vegeta he is right." The king joined in.
[End of flash back]
'Agh even after being dead for so long they still are annoying me.' He grunted at the thought. 'Right. You can't just ignore her. That woman's stubborn, that's one of the reasons you like her, dolt.' Vegeta rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut. 'This can't be happening.' He sighed and was finally able to fall asleep after a while.
The next morning Bulma had Vegeta's breakfast ready for him before he was even up which made her worry. Finally he flopped down the stairs in his pj drawstring pants and sat at the table in a state of grogginess.
"Vegeta are you feeling alright?" She flashed him a concerned look but kept on eating.
"I didn't sleep well." He began to eat her delicious breakfast made especially for him.
"For any particular reason?" She suppressed an evil grin.
"Not that I can think of." He grumbled.
"Oh." They ate the rest of their meal in silence, when Vegeta finished he left the table to enter one of the many living areas. After Bulma finished she stole a quick peek at the Saiyan before cleaning, to discover him watching T.V. 'Ok that's weird. Vegeta's never watched T.V. in the morning matter of fact Vegeta doesn't watch that much T.V. to begin with. He must have had a really bad night then.' She switched on the radio. Eventually there was a song that grabbed a certain Prince's attention. He could hear her singing along and surprisingly she was good at it. Her singing voice wasn't that bad, in a way it was more lovelier then her normal tone. He walked to the kitchen door and listened. A new song was just starting.
"Now Dream from Kylie Minogue." The Dj said. The music started up and Bulma began to sway to it.
To have any man but to love only one
To wake with the moon and sleep with the sun
To be a sinner a saint, a lover and friend
To know beginning but never an end
To fly in the ocean, swim in the sky
Believer in truth, defendant of lies
To be of purest love, the deepest pain
To be lost and found again and again and again
These are the dreams
Of an impossible princess
To know the power of wealth and poverty
To taste every moment and try everything
To be hailed as a hero, branded a fool
Believe in the sacred and break every rule
To give into pleasure with no boundaries
Living in chaos and harmony…
Vegeta could no longer handle the lyrics she was belting in a sweet melody.
"Turn that noise down." He snapped as he headed upstairs. She jumped at first then turned around to steal a glance.
"Oh sorry Vegeta." She reached over to the volume dial and did as she was told, which totally baffled Vegeta. 'She never does anything I order her to do. Unless it's to help others.' He shook his head and heard her continue singing along.
These are the dreams
Of an impossible princess
Man and woman boy and girl
They want to escape this world
(Nothing's what it seems)
These are the dreams of an impossible princess
It's a way of dealing with all the feeling
Keep believing in dreamsHe shook his head and continued to think about the scene that had just transpired. Some times he was still amazed that she had invited him to stay with her and aid him in his quest to be a Super Saiyan. What amazed him even more was she hadn't kicked him out yet knowing full well she had succeeded in helping him and that there was no longer a need for him to stay there. But he figured it was just because he'd be of great assistants to the Z Fighters. At that thought he growled.
"Vegeta?" Bulma exited the kitchen and flicked off the light.
"Hm?"
"Oh never mind." She said sweetly and walked away to the nearest living area.