Mystery Years
~ Chapter 11 ~
"Ye-ah!" She got up to pace the room. "That was one nightmare I never want again."
"Um well, only twisted people welcome back their nightmares." Vegeta moved into an Indian style position and watched Bulma wear out the floor. "Would you calm down? It was just a bad dream."
"Right. Goku doesn't kill his allies for no reason and I don't turn transparent. You'd never hurt me or-"
"Wait a minute. You thought I'd hurt you?" He crossed his arms and glared.
"Well in my dream...apparently you did and Goku killed you for it." She sighed and stopped pacing.
"I would never actually hurt you. I may dream about it some times but I'd never act on it." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Uh huh that's comforting." She said bitterly. "How's about you stop trying to help, eh?" She added sarcastically, turning to face him. "It's not your forte."
"You're the only one I can stand. I'd never let anything harm you; life here would become incredibly dull. And hey what's that suppose to mean?" Vegeta slid to the side of the bed and placed his bare feet on the carpet preparing to rise but changed his mind.
"So then does that mean…" She slowly walked to him and sat on his lap a leg on each side. "…you'd protect me from danger?" Bulma playfully nipped his nose.
"If I had to. If no one else was around to do it." He started an evil laugh but stifled it. Bulma however laughed and hit him on the shoulders.
"Mm I can feel the love in this room." She said between laughs. At the mention of the 'L' word, she felt Vegeta's body tense. 'Gee whiz if it weren't for the fact that I've witnessed this guy's power first hand then I would never guess he was a scary alien. Maybe males all over the Universe are scared little weenies when it comes to responsibility and commitment. What's the big deal I ask ya?'
"Bulma?"
"What?!" She jumped and started to fall backwards but two well-formed arms tightened and held her in place.
"You spaced out." He laughed totally forgetting what he was going to ask.
"So. What of it?" She pouted not liking the teasing and wanted it to stop.
"What's that?" He continued to laugh and tease.
"What's what?" She looked at him.
"That." Vegeta leaned forward and playfully bit her lower lip, which led to a moderate kiss.
"I'm not doing anything." She smiled and continued her pout.
"Oh yeah then what do you call that?" Vegeta suppressed a little excitement; he had never received a pout before. He had watched his mother do it to his father many times but it wasn't till now that he understood why his father had given into her every time. {Beeeep-Beeeep.} Bulma looked over to her laptop and crawled over leaving a puzzled Saiyan.
"Well that's done." She sighed.
"And so are you." Vegeta stood up and turned to face the bed, he stretched out his hand and a gust of wind came forth, blowing papers and light books off the bed.
"Vegeta." Bulma said in a somewhat deep voice clearly showing her disapproval. He ignored her and proceeded to knock off the rest of the 'junk'. He walked around to the bench and closed the laptop with his index finger while giving her a smirk. Putting the compact computer on her desk, he turned back to her and picked her up.
"I'm hungry." He stated carrying her to the door.
"Gee, what a sur – " She was silenced by him and when he pulled away from her lips he just gave her a look, pleading with her not to start anything. 'Him not in the mood to fight, strange.' Vegeta hadn't really worried about carrying Bulma all the way to the kitchen because it was the middle of the night and no one would be around to see them. Placing her at the table he proceeded to fix something to eat. "Vegeta?" She stared at him in amazement.
"Just sit there." Vegeta turned back to concentrate on preparing their food but his mind continued to wonder to other things, like the growing child in her womb. It hadn't been until her nightmare that he had sensed something; with a second life force in her, he could only guess what it was. To be certain though he had risen and went to her desk in search of a machine he had watched her use on him countless times when he was hurt. The damn thing could see things that lay beneath the skin and he just had to see if his radar was on the fritz or if she was really with child and sure enough, she was. Course being so early he knew it would some time before she'd find out herself so then this gave him some time to think things out. First all would she choose to keep it, second did he want to be apart of it's life, would she even let him? Third, how would all of this affect his future and his dreams?
"Vegeta?" She whispered.
"What?" He snapped with a little extra harshness then usual.
"You just broke the glass." By then, she was standing next to him using a towel to sweep the shards into a pile on the counter. "Were you distracted by something?" She asked never even glancing up at him but still feeling his intense stare on her.
"Don't." He said softly which is what actually made her stop. His hands went over hers and pulled them away slowly. "I'll take care of this. You know what?" He gently pushed her aside and turned his attention back to the counter. "Why don't you just go back upstairs and I'll just bring the food when it's down?" Though it sounded like a request Bulma knew better and did what he commanded. She grasped his forearm for a moment before leaving him be.