Mystery Years
~ Chapter Nine ~
The brightness of the morning sun that was spilling into the pastel decorated room awoke Bulma from her blissful dreams; Vegeta on the other hand had been awake long before dawn. He had barely slept which was going to catch up with him sooner then later, but for right now for some very strange reason he just wanted to watch her sleep course he'd never reveal this to anyone not even her, who he had confided in so often.
"Mmmmm…way to early." Bulma rolled over to hide her face from the sun and hit her head on something warm and hard. "Oww." The hand she wasn't lying on flew up to inspect the injured area. What scared her was another hand joining in. Her eyes fluttered open to be greeted by sable ones. 'He stayed all night.' Bulma couldn't conceal her delight and let a smile slip out, which turned out to be a good thing because she saw Vegeta relax. 'Boy I really had him nervous.' Her smile grew a bit bigger.
"So what do you want for breakfast?"
"Don't start this. What happened last night was a one-time deal. I was weak for one moment it'll never happen again. Don't go turning all girlie on me." He replied coldly.
"Excuse me?! Turn girlie?!" Bulma got out of bed threw on a robe then turned around to give that self absorbed prick a piece of her mind. "If you haven't noticed I make almost every single one of your meals and normally I don't see you until after I've called you for it. I just thought I'd ask so that you'd get exactly what you hungered for, but if you're going to act this way then you can bite my ass." Vegeta subconscious raised his eyebrows and looked to her lower half. Bulma responded by chucking her pillow at his face as hard as she could. "Get out!" She hollered and stomped into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Vegeta growled and gathered his belongings. "Oh and Vegeta." She popped her head out. "Make you own damn breakfast!" With that said Bulma slammed the door again and a moment later he heard her shower running. Vegeta exited and went into his own, to copy her. After he was clean and dressed Vegeta ventured downstairs on guard and ready to be attacked by the hostile woman but she was no where to be found.
There was no kitchen table filled with hot morning goodies, no cheerful greetings, all was quiet. Vegeta didn't like this it was like he entered the eye of the hurricane, when everything turned creepy and disturbing. For once Vegeta could use one of Bulma's frequently used words, he was freaked.