Bulma shielded her eyes from the autumn sun as she looked around the fresh falling leaves. The park was really beautiful with all its layers of browns, gold's, reds and oranges. She looked back down at her paint covered hands, she had the group had just finished painting an old gazebo that was covered in graffiti and was losing its paint. She felt dirty and sweaty, her aqua hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with her hair still hooked with the rubber band so it wouldn't swing and sort of looked like a bun. Even with that, strands got out and stuck to the sweat on her neck and forehead. The thick orange jumpsuits didn't help the situation any better. Bulma sat down on a large smooth round boulder that had the park's founding date and founder craved into the side. Her legs where spread out like a boys, she figured since she smelled like a boy, she mine as well act like one. She watched Goku and Chichi play in the leaves happily. A soft breeze flowed through Bulma's hair as she sighed, wanting to put her hands on her face but they had paint on them. Her blue eyes caught Piccolo making his way towards her, but Launch tapped him on the shoulder, offering him a bag of food she made herself. She saw Piccolo turn it down, then automatically Launch whipped out a bottle of Evan spring water. Piccolo smiled at the pretty violet haired girl and walked to a nearby bench.
Bulma watched silently, slumping down as Piccolo and Launch talked shyly. She smiled, forming a plan in her head. But suddenly she became jealous, jealous of Chichi and Goku, jealous of Piccolo and Launch. It didn't take a genius to see the green boy and purple haired girl liked each other, they just didn't know how to say it. Chichi and Goku officially went out, so did 18 and Krillin. Everyone had someone. Expect for Bulma. I'm not gonna lie to myself," Bulma talked to the air, "I still cared for Yamucha. He was my first, even though he treated me like dirt, I still felt for him. And yesterday just shattered my heart. Maybe I will end up alone.." she said. Her mind slowly shifting from Yamucha to Vegeta and she starred out into the open. "Why did Vegeta take up for me? I'm crazy," Bulma said shaking her head, "Vegeta didn't do that for me. He done that for himself, those two where going to fight if I had stepped into the picture or not," she spat out.
"Talking to yourself is the first step to insanity," a usually warm and deep voice said. Bulma whipped around to see Vegeta leaning up agasint the tree trunk, the look on his face was the same to when she complimented him on his outfit at Big Reds just a few nights ago.
"How long have you been standing there?!" Bulma said quickly trying not to blush.
"....Long enough," Vegeta said hoestnly, making Bulma's face fall into embarrassment. "I feel that way," he said pushing himself from the tree. "About 18, sometimes," he finished. Bulma turned back around, wishing he would leave. "But I'm starting to feel that way less and less," he said, staying silent for a moment.
"What happened back at the police station?" Bulma asked slowly.
"Huh?" Vegeta asked, playing dumb.
"You know, with your father. 'Bout having a week and royal names," she said trying to remember what all that happened.
"Oh," Vegeta said looking down. He ran his hand through his hair that fell over into his eyes and pushed it out the way, his golden ring catching light again as he walked towards Bulma. She grabbed his hand and observed the ring closely. She could have swore it was a plain golden band, but actually it had designs craved into it that where actually words. Bulma narrowed her eyes as she tried to read the elaborate scripture.
"Custode del mio cuore?" she said out loud. "What does 'Custode del mio cuore' mean?" she asked.
"its Italian," Vegeta said simply, squatting by Bulma's sitting stone. "It means 'my heart's keeper'." He stated blandly. Bulma's eyes glittered.
"That's really romantic. Who gave it to you?" she asked, expecting him to say "My girlfriend," but hoping deep in his gut that he would say he found it or something. So you could imagine how stunned she was when she heard the words escape his lips.
"My fiancee" he said softly. Bulma's jaw hit the ground.
"FIANCE?!" she shouted.