Chapter 4 - Dinner time
Authors Note: Arg, sorry so much for this incredibally late chapter. Life has been hectic between School, Family and guys. Or at least one guy in general ^.~ Well since my parents are gone ill be able to write a little more than usual and more often. This is going to be a short chapter since i want the next scene to stay all together. Aswell don't mind any spelling errors..my spellcheck is messed up badly and wont work ;_;. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I only own the chubby little waiter who looks like mario ^_~ lol
Bulma and Vegeta landed infront of the restaurant and was ushered in quickly by the doorman. Bulma walked up to the chair's in the lobby and sat down.
"What are you waiting for woman?" Vegeta walked up to her, glaring down at her sitting form.
"We have to wait to be seated..see the sign........VEGETA!!" She yelled as the sign was blasted to pieces, narrowing her blue eyes at the stubborn prince she growled under her breath.
"Well...i don't see any sign so lets go" A very devious smirk plastered on his face as he made his way past the many staring customers to a seat by the window looking over a beautiful garden below.
"Oh wow!" Bulma pressed up against the glass, looking down on the garden.
"Why are you interested in a bunch of weeds?" He smirked, sitting down on his chair and propping his head on one arm.
"They are not weeds! They are beautiful flowers" She turned around and glared at him before sitting down on her chair, watching the fire on the long black candle flicker and dance. Vegeta watched Bulma, the reflection of the flame in her eyes ~She is not bad looking for a earthling..By the way she acts she could be passed off as a sayian~
Bulma looked up to see her 'date' staring at her, and it didn't even looked as if he knew he was staring at her. "Is...something wrong Vegeta?"
Snapping back into reality he cursed himself under his breath for his careless actions, soon after a violent growl emitted from his throught "No. Now when is the food going to be getting here? I am the P-" "rince of sayians and i demand blah-dee da da" Bulma rolled her eyes and made her hand mimic his talking "I know, and don't be pulling that speech to the waiter when he gets here allright?" Resting her elbows on the table and her hands in her palms he grinned victoriously.
"I would kill you in a instant if the gravity room didn't need fixing and tuning up" A dangerous look crossed his face as he watched her expression changed.
"No..you wouldn't. You dont have the heart" She smirked, he had tried this sentance all too often with her to cause damage.
Leanding foreward he wispered into her ear, his words like toxic burning her insides as he spoke in a low tone " Oh..but i would"
As Bulma's face paled the waiter picked a wonderful time to show up and take their order, glancing to her he raised a brow and questioned "Are you allright miss?" to Bulma. Shaking her head slowly she spoke quietly "N..no im fine.." as her eyes found a sudden flase fasination with her empty plate infront of her.
"Allright...May i take your order?" he asked. The short waiter was on the pudgier side with a mustash that reminded her of Mario, allthough he wasn't wearing a red plummers overalls. Bulma spoke up before vegeta could get a word in, knowing he would somehow scare the waiter off.
"Two helpings of everything on the menu should be enough i think.." Glancing at Vegeta she was his annoying smirk on his face as he shrugged "Whatever woman" and then growled as the waiter stole a glance at him before walking off with the order. Deciding not to stay around this 'couple' for too long.
~I wonder what he's thinking..~ Bulma thought as she watched him from the reflection in the window ~He's so.. Secretive. kinda like a secret agent, but he would not be a very good secret agent mostly because he would blow everyone up for not telling him what he wanted to know!~ Holding in her fit of giggles which threatened to burst out a thought hit her.
~I wonder what Yamucha is doing...Probably sleeping with some bimbo in a miniskirt...or recovering in the Hospital.~ Frowning while clenching her fists she heard a chuckle arise from across the table. Looking up she found Vegeta chuckling at her "What the hell are you laughing at?!" She growled at him ~Oh how that arrogant Prince-pain-in-the-ass gets on my nerves, i feel as if my blood is boiling to six hundred degrees!~
"Its amusing how you put up with that weak, poor excuse for a human" Vegeta teased with a mischevious grin.
"How did you know i was think-" "It was written all over your face woman, aswell i could smell your anger. Beautiful smell i say" Bulma was just about to jump over the table and beat him to a little bloody pulp when the waiters came out with four large carts of food. She gasped at the many platers filled with wonderfull and delicious looking foods.
"Mmmm..How does it look Ve-Hey!!" She yelled as Vegeta had allready begun stuffing his face at a fast rate. Bulma joined in and grabbed some plates before he had the chance to gobble it all up. It had only been a period of fifteen minuets and she had managed to down 3 plates of a mixture of meats, soups, seafood and a few other delicacies. On the other hand, Vegeta was still shoveling down food faster than a school of starved pihrannas and was still going.
"Holy shit Vegeta...your STILL hungry?!?!" Bulma's mouth fell open as she stared at him with wide disbelieving eyes.
"What? I am a sayian, what did you expect?" Vegeta cocked a brow at her, leanding back in his chair and patting his stomach after gulping down his last bowl of noodles. "Im satisfied." He announced to no one in perticular.
"Man...you eat even more than Go-" "DONT EVER mention that lowly third class sayian in my presence again woman!" He yelled, standing up and slamming his hands against the table catching the attention of the whole resteraunt as they turned around and stared. In embarrasment, Bulma grabbed Vegeta's arm and angrily dragged him out of the resteraunt and into the gardens.
"What do you think you were doing back there!?" She hissed at him as he crossed his arms over his torso and glared.
"I will do as i bloody well wish woman, and if you dont approve; tough!" He shot back in a annoyed tone of speech.
"Everyone in the whole resteraunt probably thinks your some psyco path or demon!! Arg.." Bulma sighed, rubbing her temples with two fingers.
"Hmm..Psycopathic Demon...I like the sound of that" Vegeta smirked as Bulma turned her back to him, mumbling "I wish Yamucha was here..even if he cheats on me he still is the best dancer around..unlike vegeta. He probably can't even do the box step."
Having the blessing of acute sayian hearing, Vegeta had heard everything as if she was screaming in a mega-phone. His jaw dropped in disbelivement "What the-"
"Excuse me Sir, Madam, but will you be present for the dance in a few moments?" he asked as Bulma let out a sigh. Vegeta allready knew her answer ~So, she thinks Yamu-chunks or whatever the hell his name is can dance better than I, the Prince of Sayians?? Well i will bow down at his feet is she thinks that same thought after tonight!!~ A small evil cackle rang through his mind as he interupted before bulma could say a word.
"Yes, we shall grace your pitiful 'dance' with our presence..now be OFF!" He barked as the man dashed off, leaving the arrogant prince and a very confused Bulma.
"What the Hell?" Bulma managed so spit out ~Who is this guy and where is Vegeta?~
Note: Bwhahaha...I think this has to be my longest chapter! I will be adding a few new stories soon..i want to get some more progress on my Yugioh Fic. Yes, i am a Yugi/Yami-Tea worshipper. They are so cute together! (this is only my opinion and i do also like alot of other pairs aswell) so yeah. Well, till next time...and please Read and Review!!
P.s- Ignore my earlier chapters which said only signed reviews. I want all reviews! ^___^
Authors Note: Arg, sorry so much for this incredibally late chapter. Life has been hectic between School, Family and guys. Or at least one guy in general ^.~ Well since my parents are gone ill be able to write a little more than usual and more often. This is going to be a short chapter since i want the next scene to stay all together. Aswell don't mind any spelling errors..my spellcheck is messed up badly and wont work ;_;. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I only own the chubby little waiter who looks like mario ^_~ lol
Bulma and Vegeta landed infront of the restaurant and was ushered in quickly by the doorman. Bulma walked up to the chair's in the lobby and sat down.
"What are you waiting for woman?" Vegeta walked up to her, glaring down at her sitting form.
"We have to wait to be seated..see the sign........VEGETA!!" She yelled as the sign was blasted to pieces, narrowing her blue eyes at the stubborn prince she growled under her breath.
"Well...i don't see any sign so lets go" A very devious smirk plastered on his face as he made his way past the many staring customers to a seat by the window looking over a beautiful garden below.
"Oh wow!" Bulma pressed up against the glass, looking down on the garden.
"Why are you interested in a bunch of weeds?" He smirked, sitting down on his chair and propping his head on one arm.
"They are not weeds! They are beautiful flowers" She turned around and glared at him before sitting down on her chair, watching the fire on the long black candle flicker and dance. Vegeta watched Bulma, the reflection of the flame in her eyes ~She is not bad looking for a earthling..By the way she acts she could be passed off as a sayian~
Bulma looked up to see her 'date' staring at her, and it didn't even looked as if he knew he was staring at her. "Is...something wrong Vegeta?"
Snapping back into reality he cursed himself under his breath for his careless actions, soon after a violent growl emitted from his throught "No. Now when is the food going to be getting here? I am the P-" "rince of sayians and i demand blah-dee da da" Bulma rolled her eyes and made her hand mimic his talking "I know, and don't be pulling that speech to the waiter when he gets here allright?" Resting her elbows on the table and her hands in her palms he grinned victoriously.
"I would kill you in a instant if the gravity room didn't need fixing and tuning up" A dangerous look crossed his face as he watched her expression changed.
"No..you wouldn't. You dont have the heart" She smirked, he had tried this sentance all too often with her to cause damage.
Leanding foreward he wispered into her ear, his words like toxic burning her insides as he spoke in a low tone " Oh..but i would"
As Bulma's face paled the waiter picked a wonderful time to show up and take their order, glancing to her he raised a brow and questioned "Are you allright miss?" to Bulma. Shaking her head slowly she spoke quietly "N..no im fine.." as her eyes found a sudden flase fasination with her empty plate infront of her.
"Allright...May i take your order?" he asked. The short waiter was on the pudgier side with a mustash that reminded her of Mario, allthough he wasn't wearing a red plummers overalls. Bulma spoke up before vegeta could get a word in, knowing he would somehow scare the waiter off.
"Two helpings of everything on the menu should be enough i think.." Glancing at Vegeta she was his annoying smirk on his face as he shrugged "Whatever woman" and then growled as the waiter stole a glance at him before walking off with the order. Deciding not to stay around this 'couple' for too long.
~I wonder what he's thinking..~ Bulma thought as she watched him from the reflection in the window ~He's so.. Secretive. kinda like a secret agent, but he would not be a very good secret agent mostly because he would blow everyone up for not telling him what he wanted to know!~ Holding in her fit of giggles which threatened to burst out a thought hit her.
~I wonder what Yamucha is doing...Probably sleeping with some bimbo in a miniskirt...or recovering in the Hospital.~ Frowning while clenching her fists she heard a chuckle arise from across the table. Looking up she found Vegeta chuckling at her "What the hell are you laughing at?!" She growled at him ~Oh how that arrogant Prince-pain-in-the-ass gets on my nerves, i feel as if my blood is boiling to six hundred degrees!~
"Its amusing how you put up with that weak, poor excuse for a human" Vegeta teased with a mischevious grin.
"How did you know i was think-" "It was written all over your face woman, aswell i could smell your anger. Beautiful smell i say" Bulma was just about to jump over the table and beat him to a little bloody pulp when the waiters came out with four large carts of food. She gasped at the many platers filled with wonderfull and delicious looking foods.
"Mmmm..How does it look Ve-Hey!!" She yelled as Vegeta had allready begun stuffing his face at a fast rate. Bulma joined in and grabbed some plates before he had the chance to gobble it all up. It had only been a period of fifteen minuets and she had managed to down 3 plates of a mixture of meats, soups, seafood and a few other delicacies. On the other hand, Vegeta was still shoveling down food faster than a school of starved pihrannas and was still going.
"Holy shit Vegeta...your STILL hungry?!?!" Bulma's mouth fell open as she stared at him with wide disbelieving eyes.
"What? I am a sayian, what did you expect?" Vegeta cocked a brow at her, leanding back in his chair and patting his stomach after gulping down his last bowl of noodles. "Im satisfied." He announced to no one in perticular.
"Man...you eat even more than Go-" "DONT EVER mention that lowly third class sayian in my presence again woman!" He yelled, standing up and slamming his hands against the table catching the attention of the whole resteraunt as they turned around and stared. In embarrasment, Bulma grabbed Vegeta's arm and angrily dragged him out of the resteraunt and into the gardens.
"What do you think you were doing back there!?" She hissed at him as he crossed his arms over his torso and glared.
"I will do as i bloody well wish woman, and if you dont approve; tough!" He shot back in a annoyed tone of speech.
"Everyone in the whole resteraunt probably thinks your some psyco path or demon!! Arg.." Bulma sighed, rubbing her temples with two fingers.
"Hmm..Psycopathic Demon...I like the sound of that" Vegeta smirked as Bulma turned her back to him, mumbling "I wish Yamucha was here..even if he cheats on me he still is the best dancer around..unlike vegeta. He probably can't even do the box step."
Having the blessing of acute sayian hearing, Vegeta had heard everything as if she was screaming in a mega-phone. His jaw dropped in disbelivement "What the-"
"Excuse me Sir, Madam, but will you be present for the dance in a few moments?" he asked as Bulma let out a sigh. Vegeta allready knew her answer ~So, she thinks Yamu-chunks or whatever the hell his name is can dance better than I, the Prince of Sayians?? Well i will bow down at his feet is she thinks that same thought after tonight!!~ A small evil cackle rang through his mind as he interupted before bulma could say a word.
"Yes, we shall grace your pitiful 'dance' with our presence..now be OFF!" He barked as the man dashed off, leaving the arrogant prince and a very confused Bulma.
"What the Hell?" Bulma managed so spit out ~Who is this guy and where is Vegeta?~
Note: Bwhahaha...I think this has to be my longest chapter! I will be adding a few new stories soon..i want to get some more progress on my Yugioh Fic. Yes, i am a Yugi/Yami-Tea worshipper. They are so cute together! (this is only my opinion and i do also like alot of other pairs aswell) so yeah. Well, till next time...and please Read and Review!!
P.s- Ignore my earlier chapters which said only signed reviews. I want all reviews! ^___^