Mystery Years

~Chapter Seven~

[Later that same day.]

Bulma walked into the formal living area and flicked Vegeta's ear from behind him, which made him stop insulting who ever it was he was insulting. Her father had several business clients over and the Saiyan Prince was just being his crude self. She walked around him smiled and nodded to the gentlemen then turned to her Saiyan companion who had been scowling at her the whole time. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed, not to her surprise he did not budge. She gave him an angry look then a pleading one, Vegeta finally caved in and let her seem like she was pushing him out of the room though her hands no longer had any force behind them. One of her hands after a moment did apply pressure. When he looked at her she tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, trying to indicate something. Eventually it registered with her that he hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing and decided to lip him the message. Turn. That he got and turned his body, he felt the swinging doors behind him start to open as his hand hit the wall. 'She kept me from running into the wall. Why would she do that?'

Now in the hallway Bulma stopped and took her hands from their resting place upon Vegeta's chest. She turned and began to walk down the hallway to the staircase. In the mirror at the end of the hallway she studied Vegeta's face, first it was stunned then his eyes wandered down her body to become infatuated with her swaying hips. She only smirked and turned her attention to the staircase in which she was about to ascend. Bulma was on the second step when she felt an iron claw cover her smooth fragile hand that was on the railing. She turned to look at him and saw him staring up at her; he lifted his hand to free hers, which surprised her greatly. She slid hers out from under his and turned to completely face him. Bulma searched his eyes trying to find the answer as to why he was acting the way he was, she found nothing that resembled the answer she desired but there was something else there filling what always seemed to be like an endless void.

She stepped down a step and clasped her hands around his neck; she bent her head down and stole a kiss from the one she secretly admired. When she withdrew she kept her eyes shut and licked her lips savoring his unique taste, finally she opened them slowly to gaze upon a devilishly handsome man. She moistened the fleshy folds that brimmed her mouth once again and eyed Vegeta; showing him the infatuation and her full out lustful craving to feel him against her, in her, all around her. Vegeta on the other hand was caught up in his own dreams of copulation to see her needs. Giving up on him and bailing before he could she turned and continued up the stairs. Vegeta hesitated a moment before following her to tell his pride and mind to shut up. He almost ran up the stairs but came to dead stop when he got to the top trying to figure out where his little vixen had scampered off to. Then he saw the light of his room flooding out of his bathroom.

"Why are you in here?" Vegeta asked as he entered his room through the bathroom.

"I always clean your room on Wednesdays, remember?" She lightly tapped him on the nose with an index finger as she passed by.

"Get out." He commanded emotionlessly.

"What?" She stopped cleaning and ventured over to him. "Are you sure you're alright?" She placed a hand on his cheek and looked him over.

"I'm fine woman, stop fussing." He pulled her hand away from his face and maneuvered around her.

"But it's my job to fuss and when my favorite Saiyan starts acting abnormally then I get really fussy. Keep acting this way and you'll see some real fussing. You haven't seen nothin' yet." She finished her statement with a wink.

"Do know how strange you really are?"

"Uh huh." She grinned largely and continued her cleaning routine. Vegeta was shocked to say the least, normally she'd yell at him for such comments. "Vegeta? You know ever moment that keeps on passing by…well you're convincing me more that you're not ok…ya know?"

"What?" He squinted at her but she had left before he had a chance to repeat his question. When Vegeta started to concentrate on her earlier statement some of it started to make sense. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd had a bad night and was a little groggy or it was something worse. 'Maybe it did make sense. Or maybe I was right. Maybe I just have spent to much time with her and now I can decode her ramblings.' He shook his head trying to clear his mind. 'That can't be a good thing.'