My Secret- 3. Don't Worry

By the time all the dishes were clean and drying in the dish dryer, the grandfather clock in the family room rang nine times.

"Mom, I'm going to put Trunks to bed."

"Okay, sweetie." Mrs. Briefs smiled from the family room.

"Where is she going?" Dr. Briefs came out of his lab.

"To the gravity room, dear." Mrs. Briefs winked at him.

"Ah." And he, too, smiled knowingly.

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Dinner was always full of life in the Son's household. There were many laughing, talking, and of course, eating. After the dinner, however, was a different story, and Chichi was left with piles of dishes on both sides of her, as well as a table-full behind.

"Gohan! Goten! Bedtime!"

"Yes, Mom!"

"Yes, Mother."

Chichi let out a loud sigh.

"Chichi," Goku's voice drifted from behind the plates on the table, "Something's not right."

"What is it, Goku?"

"When we were sparring, Vegeta and me, he was weak."

"Maybe you just got stronger."

"No, Chichi. Vegeta is pushing himself twice as hard as me. There won't have been much of a difference. And... he was acting really strange, too."

"I've always known that man to be strange."

"Chichi, he called me Goku."

She dropped a plate. "What?"

"Yeah. He never called me that before, but today, before I came home, he called me Goku. He said, 'Yeah, later, Goku'. I can't figure it out."

"So he's turning over a new leaf."

"Chichi, I don't think Vegeta has any leaf."

"Goku! What a horrible thing to say!"

"Well, it's true. He's always so firm in his ways."

"Enough. I have a lot of dishes to wash, Goku, thanks so SOMEBODY." She narrowed her eyes. "So why don't you go take a bath? You smell horrible."

Goku sighed. Why couldn't he just say what's on his mind? The answer was simple: because she'll think you're insane.

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Bulma opened the gravity room door, and just like it's programmed to, the gravity generator slowed to a halt smoothly.

She stepped in. "Trunks, time for bath. Hey, where's your father?"

"Hi, Mom. I already took my bath here. Dad is in there right now. I'm going to bed. Good night!" Trunks rushed past her, and into the house.

"Good night, Trunks....?"

That's probably the fastest time she has gotten Trunks to bed, Bulma noted. She was about to follow him when strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

Bulma's first instinct told her to scream, but her logical side reminded herself that it was only Vegeta, as she could feel his rippled muscles through her green velvet dress.

She placed both of her hands on his arm, and relaxed completely. They stayed that way for a long time, both enjoying each other's warmth.

Vegeta, running out of patience, placed one of his hands on her shoulder, and fingered her strap. Bulma, in response, grabbed his wrist. "Not tonight, Vegeta. Just... hold me."

He was taken off guard by her desperate plead, and wordlessly abided her request. He turned her around so she wasn't facing away. Bulma laid her head on his shoulder.

He was afraid to do any sudden moves, so he just stood there as still as possible. He tried to ask her, to comfort her, but those words were not in his mouth. Instead, he rubbed her back.

"Vegeta..." Bulma's hoarse voice reached his ear. "I... am so, so sorry."

He felt like yelling. Sorry for what? What did she do that he didn't know about?

"I told Chichi..."

Bulma never got a chance to finish, as Vegeta captured her lip in a deep kiss.

Bulma couldn't understand what came over him, and by the looks of it, neither could Vegeta.

But he didn't stop there, when he lifted both of them into air, and Bulma let out a gasp.

"I never took you flying before, have I?"

She shook her head, no.

Vegeta's old, familiar smirk came slyly.

Faster than speed of jets, he shot out of the gravity room's open door and high into the heart of West City, with Bulma still tight in his arms. Or rather, Bulma cringed onto his neck like a newborn baby.

He turned her around, using much force, so she could have a view of the city at night.

"Woa. It's gorgeous, Vegeta."

And he took that chance to grab both of hands and let her hang free in the air.

"VEGETA!! Get me up there at once!"

Vegeta just laughed. "Don't worry. You don't think I'll drop you, do you?"

"YES! Vegeta, I'm warning you!"

"Fine, fine." He smiled and turned over, pulling Bulma on top of him. Normally he would have tortured her more, but she just gave him a delightful idea.

He flew vertically up, higher and higher towards the clouds.

"Vegeta, why are you going so high? The atmosphere is too thin up here for me. Can we please go down?"

Smirk. It wasn't a small dark one, but a full smirk, like the one he pulled at the World Martial Arts Tournament right before Buu appeared.

In a lightening fast maneuver, he rolled over, and released everything. Bulma, who wasn't prepared for anything rash, fell, loosing altitude by the second.

"Vegeta!!!"

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Gosh, you people are very impatient, aren't you? ^_^ Yes, Vegeta is still alive, as you can see, and yes, this is a romance fic. Well, this is a romance fic in my definition at least. What is my definition? When I read about romance, I look for the emotional parts. I don't care about the physical junk. The more the story moves my heart the better. I'm not sure how I did on my own, but I sure enjoy writing it! I'm really happy to hear that you enjoy reading it as well.