Chapter Three
a/n: Well, i'm back and there were only a few typo's in the last chapters but i trust you can work out what i meant! I feel really inspired to write again, i don't know what it is. Haven't been at ff.net in so long but heck, it sure feels good to be back. I guess you can already predict what's going to happen next but, knowing me and the characters i've chosen to write about....nothing is predictable. =P BTW, i did have a real romantic dinner, just a quick snack down at the local club and a beer and a few rounds of pool. Just thought i'd let ya know! ^_^
No matter how much you are in love someone, it's only true love if you fight at some point or another. It's not right if you don't fight with your partner, almost as if there is nothing worth fighting for and thus not true love.
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Bulma pouted her lips infront of the mirror in her bathroom as she covered them in a glossy pink lipstick, follwed by a slight glaze of lip gloss to give them a finishing coat. She leaned back to take a look at herself and smiled, she liked what she saw, hoping Yamcha would be at the shopping mall to see what he was missing out on, hoping that also having Vegeta with her might make her ex even more jealous. She fixed up her bra to make sure everything was in perfect place and comfort, pulled her top down a bit to reveal a small yet tempting amount of cleavage and straightened her skirt out, slightly longer than the dress she had just gotten changed out of but it still had class and she thought it made her look elegant and official, a powerful statement. She combed her hair once more then decided to meet Vegeta downstairs, who, to her surprise was for once wearing something other than his blue training suit or black spandex training shorts. He wore a loose fitting blue shirt and straight bootleg black pants that almost hugged his well craved thighs of obvious muscle. Bulma looked him up and down, thoroughly impressed with the view. Vegeta looked away, acting as though he could care less. A very big lie but he just managed to pull it off, his cheeks on the verge of reddening in embarassment, she had never looked at him in that way before.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Want me to pull out the red carpet or something?" Vegeta spat out impatiently, cocking his left eyebrow slightly.
"That would be nice!" Bulma replied cheerful and hurried down the stairs and headed towards the front door of the house, grabbing her car keys as she picked her handbag off the coffee table. Vegeta laughed.
"Why drive when i could fly you there in a matter of seconds?" Vegeta followed Bulma outside and headed towards her red sports convertible, a Capsule Corportation company car. Bulma unlocked the doors and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Yes, but where would i put all of my shopping goods for the trip back here, hmmm?" She replied, her eyes quickly glancing at Vegeta's rear as he sat in the seat beside her, her cheeks reddened but he didn't seem to notice. Vegeta had no reply to her smart comment so he just grunted and crossed his arms tightly over his chest and looked in the opposite direction to her, avoiding visual contact at all times, he was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, even intimidated. He rarely got to see the social part of Bulma's life and he didn't no what to expect of Satan City. He occasionally visited Goku for sparring matches out in the country but there was nothing to offer him for a trip deep into the city so he never ventured to far from home. He moved about restlessly in his seat, Bulma noticed this and swtiched on the radio.
"Maybe some music will calm you down. I swear Vegeta, you're like a child sometimes!" Bulma muttered, flustered from the coarse wind that brushed up against her face as she drove down the main road towards one of the main shopping malls in Satan City.
"Just sometimes?" Vegeta snickered playfully, leaning back in his seat and relaxing more with the music on, at least music could solve the problem with two people and an awkward silence in a car trip, he didn't really mind what music it was either.
"You do know you just insulted yourself, right?" Bulma laughed in response but Vegeta took no notice, his eyes were fixed on her knees that had become exposed as the wind pushed her skirt up slightly, revealing milky flesh that caused Vegeta to feel that strange burning hunger in his stomach again.
"You do know i don't care, right?" Vegeta mocked her, playfully imitating her vocal tone. For a single moment he thought he saw her staring down at him, in private regions but the her eyes wuickly returned to the road. Vegeta lughed to himself, wondering if perhaps she was begining to fancy him.
Ten minutes later Bulma pulled into the car park and the pair hopped out and headed towards the entrance to the shopping mall. Bulma felt tempted to hold Vegeta's hand, a terrible habbit whenever she went shopping with Yamcha or perhaps she really did want to hold Vegeta. Bulma worried herself a bit, then just dismissed the thought for later time in the day when she would find time on her own. Vegeta looked about nervously, taking in this strange new environment. Families rushing about with plastic bags in their hands, shopping trollies, prams with babies screaming, mothers yelling, baloons drifting off to the roof of the mall, a deep-fry smell from the food court and music pumping through the radio system. His senses were overhwelmed, so much so he didn't realise he was about to run into somebody. He went head first into another person and fell back slightly, clutching his head and, as much as he would have liked to have cursed at the situation he contained his temper, for Bulma's sake and for that of his own future desires that he wanted to satisfy. Bulma laughed and he suddenly realised why, he had run into no other than his arch rival and sparring mate, Goku. Goku too was holding his head and rubbing it, but there wasn't a hope in hell to ever catch him swear while young Gohan was by his side.
"Goku! Hey! How are you? Long time no see!" Bulma shrieked in delight and greeted her friend with a hug.
"Well, i was okay until i got this bump on my head!" Goku wailed, only half serious and then outstretched his hand to greet Vegeta with a handshake, "funny to see you in a place like this, especially with you know who!" Goku said quietly to Vegeta who refused to even touch the lower class sayian's hand, even if his life depended on it he wouldn't, it would hurt his pride far too much to start acting chummy with the younger yet obviously more powerful saiyan.
"Nothing funny about it" Vegeta snorted then departed from Bulma and headed towards an ice cream stand. Bulma watched him leave, although slightly saddened she was happy that she ran into Goku, dispute the the possible bruise on hsi forehead.
"So, just up for some shopping today for Chichi?" Bulma asked.
"Yeh, she's got a list of things we need to get, She's not feeling to well today so Gohan came out with me" replied Goku, his hand resting on his son's head, fingers ruffling the ever growing rich and long black raven hair, some spikes darting out here and there just like his father's, a saiyan trait. Gohan just smiled politely in response and Bulma returned the gesture and flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile too.
"Well, i'm off. Vegeta hasn't been to a place like this before so i guess i should show him around...see you later!" Bulma waved goodbye to her beloved old friend as she hurried over to Vegeta who had already greddily eaten two ice creams, leaving a fair bit of mess around his mouth.
"Honestly!" Bulma wailed, grabbing a napkin off the ice cream vendour and wiping Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta stepped back.
"What do you think you're doing, woman? Have you gone mad? I'm not a child!" Vegeta cried angrily, his eyes radiated fiercly as he glared at her sternly. Bulma giggled, he was cute when he got angry over such silly things.
"You just had ice cream around your mouth, that's all. I was just trying to do you a favour, and, from what i can see, you're definately not a child. Okay? Happy now?" Bulma crossed her arms and backed off, "i should have left you at home" she muttered under her breath. Vegeta crossed his arms as well.
"Fine. See you there when you're done with your shopping!" He snorted and the hurried towards the exit to the shopping mall and took flight high into the sky. Bulma felt flustered, hot and angry. She couldn't believe that jerk gettng angry over absolutely nothing, she didn't have a clue what she did wrong and she can't read his mind. She noticed a few people around her were staring at her so she decided to leave, she wasn't going to let Vegeta get away with being a tempremental jerk all the time and she wanted to teach him a lesson.
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a/n: I'm off to bed now. Two chapter's in one night...pretty damn impressive for me! Hoped you liked this chapter. Next chapter might get a little lemony, depending on what you want so don't forget to review or make suggestions and i may have to increase the rating to pg13 or even R later. He he he he, my evil little mind! MWHA HA HA HA! Okay, i'm going weird now. Goodnight! (-_-)ZZZZzzzz.....
a/n: Well, i'm back and there were only a few typo's in the last chapters but i trust you can work out what i meant! I feel really inspired to write again, i don't know what it is. Haven't been at ff.net in so long but heck, it sure feels good to be back. I guess you can already predict what's going to happen next but, knowing me and the characters i've chosen to write about....nothing is predictable. =P BTW, i did have a real romantic dinner, just a quick snack down at the local club and a beer and a few rounds of pool. Just thought i'd let ya know! ^_^
No matter how much you are in love someone, it's only true love if you fight at some point or another. It's not right if you don't fight with your partner, almost as if there is nothing worth fighting for and thus not true love.
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Bulma pouted her lips infront of the mirror in her bathroom as she covered them in a glossy pink lipstick, follwed by a slight glaze of lip gloss to give them a finishing coat. She leaned back to take a look at herself and smiled, she liked what she saw, hoping Yamcha would be at the shopping mall to see what he was missing out on, hoping that also having Vegeta with her might make her ex even more jealous. She fixed up her bra to make sure everything was in perfect place and comfort, pulled her top down a bit to reveal a small yet tempting amount of cleavage and straightened her skirt out, slightly longer than the dress she had just gotten changed out of but it still had class and she thought it made her look elegant and official, a powerful statement. She combed her hair once more then decided to meet Vegeta downstairs, who, to her surprise was for once wearing something other than his blue training suit or black spandex training shorts. He wore a loose fitting blue shirt and straight bootleg black pants that almost hugged his well craved thighs of obvious muscle. Bulma looked him up and down, thoroughly impressed with the view. Vegeta looked away, acting as though he could care less. A very big lie but he just managed to pull it off, his cheeks on the verge of reddening in embarassment, she had never looked at him in that way before.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Want me to pull out the red carpet or something?" Vegeta spat out impatiently, cocking his left eyebrow slightly.
"That would be nice!" Bulma replied cheerful and hurried down the stairs and headed towards the front door of the house, grabbing her car keys as she picked her handbag off the coffee table. Vegeta laughed.
"Why drive when i could fly you there in a matter of seconds?" Vegeta followed Bulma outside and headed towards her red sports convertible, a Capsule Corportation company car. Bulma unlocked the doors and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Yes, but where would i put all of my shopping goods for the trip back here, hmmm?" She replied, her eyes quickly glancing at Vegeta's rear as he sat in the seat beside her, her cheeks reddened but he didn't seem to notice. Vegeta had no reply to her smart comment so he just grunted and crossed his arms tightly over his chest and looked in the opposite direction to her, avoiding visual contact at all times, he was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable, even intimidated. He rarely got to see the social part of Bulma's life and he didn't no what to expect of Satan City. He occasionally visited Goku for sparring matches out in the country but there was nothing to offer him for a trip deep into the city so he never ventured to far from home. He moved about restlessly in his seat, Bulma noticed this and swtiched on the radio.
"Maybe some music will calm you down. I swear Vegeta, you're like a child sometimes!" Bulma muttered, flustered from the coarse wind that brushed up against her face as she drove down the main road towards one of the main shopping malls in Satan City.
"Just sometimes?" Vegeta snickered playfully, leaning back in his seat and relaxing more with the music on, at least music could solve the problem with two people and an awkward silence in a car trip, he didn't really mind what music it was either.
"You do know you just insulted yourself, right?" Bulma laughed in response but Vegeta took no notice, his eyes were fixed on her knees that had become exposed as the wind pushed her skirt up slightly, revealing milky flesh that caused Vegeta to feel that strange burning hunger in his stomach again.
"You do know i don't care, right?" Vegeta mocked her, playfully imitating her vocal tone. For a single moment he thought he saw her staring down at him, in private regions but the her eyes wuickly returned to the road. Vegeta lughed to himself, wondering if perhaps she was begining to fancy him.
Ten minutes later Bulma pulled into the car park and the pair hopped out and headed towards the entrance to the shopping mall. Bulma felt tempted to hold Vegeta's hand, a terrible habbit whenever she went shopping with Yamcha or perhaps she really did want to hold Vegeta. Bulma worried herself a bit, then just dismissed the thought for later time in the day when she would find time on her own. Vegeta looked about nervously, taking in this strange new environment. Families rushing about with plastic bags in their hands, shopping trollies, prams with babies screaming, mothers yelling, baloons drifting off to the roof of the mall, a deep-fry smell from the food court and music pumping through the radio system. His senses were overhwelmed, so much so he didn't realise he was about to run into somebody. He went head first into another person and fell back slightly, clutching his head and, as much as he would have liked to have cursed at the situation he contained his temper, for Bulma's sake and for that of his own future desires that he wanted to satisfy. Bulma laughed and he suddenly realised why, he had run into no other than his arch rival and sparring mate, Goku. Goku too was holding his head and rubbing it, but there wasn't a hope in hell to ever catch him swear while young Gohan was by his side.
"Goku! Hey! How are you? Long time no see!" Bulma shrieked in delight and greeted her friend with a hug.
"Well, i was okay until i got this bump on my head!" Goku wailed, only half serious and then outstretched his hand to greet Vegeta with a handshake, "funny to see you in a place like this, especially with you know who!" Goku said quietly to Vegeta who refused to even touch the lower class sayian's hand, even if his life depended on it he wouldn't, it would hurt his pride far too much to start acting chummy with the younger yet obviously more powerful saiyan.
"Nothing funny about it" Vegeta snorted then departed from Bulma and headed towards an ice cream stand. Bulma watched him leave, although slightly saddened she was happy that she ran into Goku, dispute the the possible bruise on hsi forehead.
"So, just up for some shopping today for Chichi?" Bulma asked.
"Yeh, she's got a list of things we need to get, She's not feeling to well today so Gohan came out with me" replied Goku, his hand resting on his son's head, fingers ruffling the ever growing rich and long black raven hair, some spikes darting out here and there just like his father's, a saiyan trait. Gohan just smiled politely in response and Bulma returned the gesture and flashed him a sweet and welcoming smile too.
"Well, i'm off. Vegeta hasn't been to a place like this before so i guess i should show him around...see you later!" Bulma waved goodbye to her beloved old friend as she hurried over to Vegeta who had already greddily eaten two ice creams, leaving a fair bit of mess around his mouth.
"Honestly!" Bulma wailed, grabbing a napkin off the ice cream vendour and wiping Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta stepped back.
"What do you think you're doing, woman? Have you gone mad? I'm not a child!" Vegeta cried angrily, his eyes radiated fiercly as he glared at her sternly. Bulma giggled, he was cute when he got angry over such silly things.
"You just had ice cream around your mouth, that's all. I was just trying to do you a favour, and, from what i can see, you're definately not a child. Okay? Happy now?" Bulma crossed her arms and backed off, "i should have left you at home" she muttered under her breath. Vegeta crossed his arms as well.
"Fine. See you there when you're done with your shopping!" He snorted and the hurried towards the exit to the shopping mall and took flight high into the sky. Bulma felt flustered, hot and angry. She couldn't believe that jerk gettng angry over absolutely nothing, she didn't have a clue what she did wrong and she can't read his mind. She noticed a few people around her were staring at her so she decided to leave, she wasn't going to let Vegeta get away with being a tempremental jerk all the time and she wanted to teach him a lesson.
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a/n: I'm off to bed now. Two chapter's in one night...pretty damn impressive for me! Hoped you liked this chapter. Next chapter might get a little lemony, depending on what you want so don't forget to review or make suggestions and i may have to increase the rating to pg13 or even R later. He he he he, my evil little mind! MWHA HA HA HA! Okay, i'm going weird now. Goodnight! (-_-)ZZZZzzzz.....