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Ch7

Vegeta stared wide-eyed at his room. All of his oak furniture had been switched for a white painted twin bed, white and blue dresser and in table, grass green carpet, and white banisters. The ceiling was painted bright yellow, and the walls were sky blue with white fluffy clouds. He would have thought he was outside, if not for the naked monkey angels sitting on the clouds. He was speechless. He didn't know whether to be furious or to laugh his head off. This would start a verbal spar, however. His smirk grew as he thought about all the ways he could torment the woman.

Bulma slowly walked upstairs. Would Vegeta laugh? Or will he disintegrate me? She saw him standing in his doorway. He didn't move.
"eachemmm," She cleared her throat trying to get him to do anything.
He just 'humped' , turned around and waltzed right into Bulma's room.
" Hey wait a minute," She yelled, " That's my room."
"I am officially confiscating it, while my accommodations are in disrepair," Vegeta simply stated.
"Oh no, I don't think so…" She started.
" I don't remember giving you a choice woman," Vegeta spoke while his trademark smirk appeared on his face, " I will allow you to get what you need now."
" I need you out! Now get out!" Bulma yelled and followed him in.
"This will be satisfactory," He spoke. He was actually very surprised at her décor. She had a king size bed, with dozens of pillows; satin sheets, curtains, and closet curtain. All the colors were royal blue, off white, and gold. It almost reminded him of his room on the planet Vegeta. He turned to continue sparring when he really noticed Bulma for the first time that day. She was wearing a Dark Blue mini-skirt, tiny white top the said "Princess", and lace up boots that went to her mid thigh just below her skirt line. He seemed to start staring at her feet and slowly move his eyes up her body inch by inch. He had never seen her like this. He finally reached her face, it was flushed with anger. He suddenly noticed her hair wasn't in that ridiculous up do either. It was shoulder length, strait, and sassy. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Bulma noticing Vegeta's sudden lack of speech suddenly came up with an idea of how to keep her room, " I'll make you a deal 'Geta. You let me have my room back and I might consider sharing until I fix your room."
" How do I know you won't put off fixing my room?" He asked after tearing his eyes away.
"Because I don't like to share," Bulma said in a seductive voice.
"Okay, woman," He mumbled, "but if you try anything else, I'll kick you out."
"Thanks 'Geta," She giggled and pecked his cheek, " Now I have a date to go to." With that she disappeared leaving Vegeta still very aw struck.

Bulma actually still had two hours before her date, but had needed an out. The way Vegeta was looking at her had given her butterflies in her stomach. He was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; but there was no way that was the case. Nobody looked at her that way anymore. Nobody really cared. She was all by herself. The only thing that kept her sane was tormenting Vegeta. He at least acknowledged her existence, even if he didn't really care. She had really wanted to rile him with his room, but he acted as if it were nothing. ::Maybe that was his way of tormenting me:: She smirked.
Bulma grabbed her purse and ran out the door. She planned on going to the café and waiting for Yamcha. She had told him they needed to talk and she meant it. She needed to know where she stood to him. She needed to know if the growing a part is mutual or if it's just her.
Bulma knew she was going to tell him it was over regardless, but she wanted it to be on good terms. Bulma chose her red '67 ford mustang and uncapsuled it. She took off in a cloud of dust.

Vegeta watched her go. ::She's stupid to think he still wants her. He couldn't after his absence; could he:: All these human mating rituals confused him. They shared the most intimate moments, but never stayed true to each other. If he hadn't been living with humans for over a year, he would have thought they only coupled to produce offspring. They didn't mate. Then he had learned of this marriage thing; but even it wasn't permanent. It could be broken. These humans are so frail and untrusting. Vegeta didn't understand why a human would open his/her heart at all; It would only be broken.
Sayains were much more faithful and trusting of each other. When they mated it was for life and the couple was true to each other. They never faltered. The mates would stay at each others side in battle, in birth, and in death. ::Bulma deserves better then that weakling::
Vegeta stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked back upstairs. He didn't feel like training at the moment. He hadn't felt like training for the last week since he'd hit a plateau. His power level wasn't raising anymore. Vegeta was sure it was because he had yet to transform into a super Sayain, but he knew he would. He had to.
He let himself fall back onto her bed. It was just starting to hit him how exhausted he really was. Vegeta blinked a few times before he let his eyelids droop and fell asleep. The last thing on his mind was Bulma.


Sorry…I do short chapters. It's hard to find the time to write nice lengthy chapters and still update regularly. Review if you like, tell me what I should fix. Just don't complain about my short chapters. ^u^