Chapter 7:

It was almost closing time and there was only a couple of costumers left. Vegeta was busy clearing off all of the tables. Bulma was behind the counter getting the receipt for the last costumers. She was so relieved that they were leaving. The whole night the oldest man at the table was being disrespectful, obvious very drunk making rude comments about her outfit.

This was another reason why she hated Fridays. The uniforms on Fridays were more than revealing. For the women, it was a black leather halter-top with skintight black pants. The guys had to wear black slacks with a black tight shirt revealing their muscles.

Vegeta glanced over to her; he was having a mental battle with himself: 

This is ridiculous, how the fuck am I suppose to get information from her.

But how you supposed to get her to talk to you, by putting on your natural charm*

No, by putting on my killer personality

Get real with yourself; you don't have any personality, much less any conversational skills.

I must have some skills, if I'm fighting with myself

Shutting up now.

Thank you.

Vegeta noticed that the men over there were being a little rowdy and making Bulma uncomfortable.

* * *

Bulma was at the table returning the receipt, when one of the men that was showing the affects of their drinking too much, grabbed her by the waist pulling her to his lap. Bulma trying to fight him back hit him against his head.

"You're a little feisty one aren't you? I like that in a woman!"

"SIR, LET ME GO!" replied Bulma, still trying to be kind to him.

"Now tell me, why would want to something like that?"

Bulma could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was unbearable; the scent could have killed any one with a sensitive nose. Trying one more time, she hit him, but I guess it wasn't hard enough because he managed to hold her arms down and leaned in for a kiss.

"PLEASE, DON'T SIR!" Still refusing he leaned again.

"Didn't you hear her? She said Let her go!"

Looking up to see who interrupted him, the man saw Vegeta, standing emotionless, but you could tell he was pissed. He may have not have liked Bulma, but when a woman says no, they meant it.

"And who in the hell are you?" asked the man angrily.

"None of your business. Now let her go before someone gets hurt."

The man angrily pushed Bulma off his lap and got in Vegeta's face. "You don't know who you are talking to little man, now go run along before you're the one who gets hurt." Within 5 seconds the man was thrown through the door.

"No one calls me little, you fat monkey. The next time I see you here, I will call the police." Vegeta turned around to see the man's friends running fast through the door. They didn't want to be in the same position as their friend was. After watching the last man go through the door, Vegeta locked it.

Vegeta then turned to Bulma. Her mouth was wide open. "Close your mouth woman." Vegeta barked before returning to his side of the restaurant.

After a couple of minutes, Bulma regained composure. She walked over to Vegeta. "...Vegeta."

"What?" said Vegeta, knowing that she was right where he wanted her.

"I wanted to say thank you."

"For what woman."

"For helping me."

"I didn't do it for you woman, I don't like when men treat woman that way."

"Well, either way I still want to thank you. Most people would have let me handle it on my own."

"Fine. I guess you are we-l-come.

Bulma stood there laughing. Vegeta just grunted before he turned to finish what he was doing. Bulma was going to go back to her work, but not before saying something. "Vegeta, ...I was wondering, do you think that we could start over?"

"I don't get what you mean woman."

"I-We didn't get off to a good start and I want to apologize to you for snapping like that."

"Fine Woman!"

Smiling Bulma went back to work, but she had one more thing to say. "AND MY NAME IS BULMA!"

Author's Note:

I have to end it like this. It's kind of late and I need my sleep. The next chapter will come out soon. And the next chapters might start the beginning of their romance. Keep on Reviewing. BYE!