Can't Resist - Chapter - 6 - Intermission
Disclaimer-Yeah. I've been forgetting to put one of these on here. I don't own DBZ.
"Well that was fun, but I'm glad to be going home just the same. My feet are killing me." Bulma admitted as they got off the tram at stop number 3 and started walking toward the car.
Gohan looked wistfully back at the park. "I wanted to go on the Flume just one more time."
Vegeta was walking with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the plastic bag that contained his two purchases. "You went on it five times. I'm surprised you're dry," he commented.
They reached the car and Bulma unlocked the doors. They climbed in. "Well at least I get to listen to my music on the ride home," she said, brightening. She buckled her seatbelt and adjusted her mirrors, missing the involuntary look Gohan and Vegeta exchanged. Which was just as well. She probably wouldn't have appreciated the look of resigned suffering they exchanged.
"If you don't mind, Vegeta 'n I'll just play video games, Bulma." Gohan said from the backseat where he'd curled up in the seat behind Bulma.
"Sure Gohan." Bulma said distractedly, humming along to another popular tune. "I want to get to your house before nightfall since I'm not familiar with the way."
Vegeta was surprised to find that video games turned out to be just as the kid had said. They were addicting. Time seemed to go much faster and one's surroundings faded away. Once he got the hang of the game, it was hard to stop and before he knew it, they'd arrived at the kid's house, just at dark.
"Thanks Bulma! You got me home just in time for dinner too!" Gohan said, getting out of the car.
"Sure Gohan. It was fun. Say hi to your parents for me and tell your mom I'll call her tomorrow." Bulma called as Gohan shut his door. She waited for him to enter the house and flew up and back toward home.
Vegeta forced himself to put the video game away. He turned off the music before he started feeling sick. Gohan had said Bulma could keep it. "You said we'd talk." Vegeta said before Bulma could get angry and protest.
She took her eyes off her driving long enough to nod.
"Then pull down on top of that hill."
Once the car was on the ground Vegeta got out, pulling his last purchase from the bag and shut the door. Bulma got out too and pressed the 'Capsize' button on the car so that it turned once again into a capsule, which she put in the pocket of her jeans.
"It's getting cold. I'd forgotten it was only spring still." Bulma remarked. Vegeta handed her the pale blue souvenir sweatshirt he'd bought her. "Thanks." Bulma said, wriggling into it. She was outwardly calm but inside her mind was racing. 'Did he buy this for me or am I jumping to conclusions? He certainly is looking good, but I'm getting a little scared fo what he's going to say. I mean unlike most guys, Vegeta doesn't play. Am I ready for that?' She thought of Chi Chi, one of her best friends through the long years. Most of her other friends had slowly faded out of her life. 'Chi Chi is two or three years younger than me and she's been married for almost a decade . . . But Chi Chi isn't me. Let's face it, I need someone who can handle my temper . . . Vegeta can. -But he tried to blow up Earth! He almost killed me! -But he's changed, and I've changed, and I think I'm finally growing up. And I want to grow up, but then again I don't. And tonight he'll tell me something - and I'll be different. And I want Vegeta to want to be with me. And I have a feeling he does want to. And I want to be with him. And I am right now, so I'd better suck it up.' "I bought it for you." Vegeta said, folding his arms. With that simple sentence any and all of Bulma's doubts concerning Vegeta's feelings toward her faded. 'He loves me? He loves me. I just know he does.'
Vegeta was a little overwhelmed at the radiance Bulma broadcasted once he'd admitted he'd bought the sweatshirt for her. After all, it was just a piece of clothing. Still, he had to admit he didn't mind benefitting from the good feeling coming off of her. It felt nice to know she appreciated his actions - and it was a good omen.
"Let's sit." Bulma suggested, plopping down on the grass. Vegeta followed suit. 'He looks dignified even when he's sitting in the grass in the dark.' Bulma thought, finding herself admiring the lines of his body in the starlight. 'Vegeta. What are you thinking? . . . . I don't know much about you besides what Krillin said . . .'
"Can we see the star of your planet from here?" Bulma asked, looking up at the sky.
"No. It's too far away." Vegeta sighed. "And Vegeta-sei is gone anyway. There's nothing but rubble. I went once, after we all came back from Namek and I left again."
A few moments of silence passed. "Will you stay here on Earth?" Bulma asked.
"I suppose so." Vegeta said after a moment. "At least until the androids are destroyed and I surpass Kakarott."
"You were five when Frieza took you, right?" Bulma asked. Although she couldn't see his face, she could sense him tense. She hurried on. "Well I was wondering how much of Vegeta-sei you got to see. I mean, I'm sure your parents traveled a lot. How much do you remember?" she finished a bit awkwardly.
For the next hour of two, Bulma coaxed information and opinions out of Vegeta. She reasoned that before you got too involved with a person, you should get to know them first. She didn't want to make the same mistake she'd made with Yamcha. Bulma knew if they came back too late her parents were likely to call out the calvary on them. So when it got too cold and Bulma knew they should've been home, she suggested they head back to Capsule Corp.
"All right." Vegeta agreed, standing.
As she too stood, Bulma found herself worrying. 'What if he acts just like he did before today? I couldn't stand it. Oh, Vegeta is too frustrating!'
Vegeta found that he'd enjoyed the time he'd spent talking to Bulma. It was nice to have someone care what you said. He'd talked to no one about Vegeta-sei since . . . Nappa. 'Maybe I shouldn't have killed him. Still he was too dumb to adjust to Earth . . . But maybe he could've. After all, he's no dumber than Kakarott. Uh oh. The woman is getting frustrated. I don't think I did anything to upset her. Whew! She's cooling down again.'
Much to Bulma's surprise, she stepped over to Vegeta, slid her arms around his neck, and hugged him. "Thanks for today," she whispered.
Vegeta abruptly came out of his shock and gingerly let his arms encircle her waist. It felt nice to hold her, he realized. He hadn't held anyone in such a long time, not since his mother. 'If this is getting soft I guess it's not too bad. . . '
Bulma giggled. "You're not getting soft Vegeta. Is that what you're thinking about? Fly us home?"
"If you want to." Vegeta heard himself say, looking down at her.
"Of course I do. I said it, silly." Bulma said. "I'm not that heavy I don't think," she tightened her hold around Vegeta and tensed as she felt them ascend into the air.
"Relax. I'm not gonna drop you." Vegeta said in an irritated voice, but they both knew he didn't mind her sudden fear.
Bulma did relax and let her head lay against Vegeta's arm. She could feel his chest rising slowly up and down. It was a relaxing rhythm that lulled her senses.
It was a thrill to be holding her, Vegeta realized with some dismay. He didn't really want to be under this human woman's power. Because he knew, even if Kakarott didn't, that love was power. If you loved someone then they had power over you. They could control you if they chose to. And he wasn't really sure she loved him back anyway. Yes, he decided, it's better if I don't let her know I love her, there's no telling what conclusions she might draw. . . . Sensing Bulma's breathing slow and become regular, he knew she was asleep. This in itself was strange to him since she didn't usually sleep until midnight or so, but glancing at the watch on Bulma's wrist, he noticed it was eleven o'clock. Vegeta sped up to cover the distance to Capsule Corp. quicker.
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'Am I dead?' Vegeta wondered. There was no sound in this place and all was black. Yet through the blackness he received the impression of depth. As if he could go on running forever and never reach the end. But this wasn't death anyway. Death was at least colors and sound and judgement . . . But wait, there was a light . . . there! Just a pinpoint really, but a goal to be reached all the same. He powered up his ki and flew top speed toward it. He flew for hours, then days, never resting. Yet time was slippery, it seemed as if a day lasted an instant and an hour brought him a lightyear closer to his goal. Finally though, he could make out something deeper within the light. It was a figure. A figure surrounded by light. It had looked white from far away, but now he could see that it was really rainbows of color that surrounded the figure. And it was a woman's figure. He could almost make out what she was wearing and then -
Vegeta woke up and slammed the off button on his alarm. 6am. Hungry. Darn his luck. He'd almost seen her this time.
He rolled sleepily out of bed and managed to land on his feet for once. He hated to admit it, but the times when he first rose from sleep were his most vulnerable. Yesterday he'd landed on his side and gotten stuck in the covers for a few minutes. They'd rolled off the bed with him. This morning he amused himself by wondering what he'd snag for breakfast as he did his morning stretches. Since the cooking lady didn't come in until seven, official breakfast wouldn't be ready until 7:30 or so. But he knew enough to whip up some grits, a gallon or so should do. Then cereal. He especially liked the ones with little prizes. Six or seven boxes should do. Then, to finish it off, a loaf or two of toast with plenty of jam. By then it would be seven o'clock and he could take his morning run in the forest outside of the city and be back to eat just a leeetle later than 7:30.
Then . . . to the GT finally! 'I can go without lunch today.' Vegeta decided as he finished his stretches and absentmindedly headed toward the kitchen, still dressed in his nightclothes (a white T-shirt and boxers). He grabbed a robe and slung it on as he exited his bedroom. It was blue - his favorite color.
Vegeta was surprised to see the younger human female sitting at the kitchen table drinking a thermos of coffee. She too was still in her nightclothes, but had thrown on a robe over her shorts and nightshirt. She looked tired. Vegeta wondered why she'd bothered to wake up so early. 'I don't usually see her until around noon.' he reflected. "Good morning, Vegeta," she yawned as he walked past her and rummaged around in the refrigerator.
"Hrmph," he mumbled. 'Now where'd that skim milk get to?' He tried to keep this little pre-breakfast snack light so he didn't get sick to his stomach while he was on his run. Puking would not be fun. "Is it about the GT?" he asked, finding the full gallon of skim milk and plopping it down on the table, closest to the fridge. Then he went after the cereal next to the fridge.
"Is what about the GT?" she yawned, "Oh, being awake so early? . . . Well kinda. I did mean to tell you not to blow this one up too," she sounded a bit irate. "I didn't know how early you got up though, so I decided to wake up at six. Were you doing stretches or something?" The irritation faded a little.
Vegeta dropped two boxes of cereal on the table, grabbed a serving bowl from the cupboard, and hunted around for a soup ladle. "Yes." Finding the ladle, he slid into the chair across from Bulma and started eating his cereal.
"If you want, I'll bring your lunch to the GT. I know you'll want to spend the day trying out the GT. Okay, with you?"
Vegeta sat in silence, wolfing down his food long enough to nod.
They sat in silence until Vegeta finished his cereal. (It took three gallons of skim milk and six boxes of cereal. Three prizes, which Vegeta left on the table.)
"I enjoyed spending time with you, Vegeta." Bulma offered as Vegeta stood to go to his room and change into his workout clothes.
"Listen woman, just because we spent one miserable day together, we're not all buddy-buddy." Vegeta said. He had to hurt her so she would forget about being friendly to him and go find another dumb human to hang out with.
Bulma's temper suddenly flared. "WELL IT SURE DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST TURN YOUR BACK ON ME AND WALK AWAY! DON'T YOU TRY TO PUSH ME AWAY, VEGETA! NOW GET BACK HERE AND SIT DOWN." she ordered, all sleep gone from her eyes now, standing from the table.
Since Bulma honestly did scare him when she was angry, Vegeta turned around in the doorway, but his pride did not allow him to sit back down as she'd ordered. Besides, no one ordered the Prince of Saiyans around and lived anyway . . . well he couldn't bring himself close to killing her, so maybe this one person could. But not without a fight.
"Fine. Close enough." Bulma said flatly, accepting his defiance. "I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm not asking you to say you love me and carry me off on a white horse. In fact, all I remember asking for was a civil conversation, respect. And you will NOT stay in this house if you don't show a little respect for my parents at least. My mother adores you, but you have bullied my father and done nothing but exercise your will on him. I don't know why he likes you! You may have been a prince on Vegeta-sei, but that part of your life is over now."
Vegeta's eyes flashed in anger. Bulma flared right back. "I'm not saying forget your past, I'm saying there are no princes here, so don't act like one. I always knew they were stuck up and snobby, but YOU ARE RIDICULOUS. Now shape up or I'll have some employees take the GT, drop it in the wilderness, and you can go live THERE! Now it is too early in the morning for me to be yelling at you, but it's worth it, because FOR ONCE YOU'RE LISTENING!" Bulma finally stopped, breathing slightly faster.
"Fine. I'll try not to intimidate your father any more." Vegeta agreed grudgingly.
"Good." Bulma walked toward him. He was surprised when she hugged him. "That's all I was really asking. I'm the only one allowed to yell at my father." she released him and headed back up to her room to sleep until noon.
Disclaimer-Yeah. I've been forgetting to put one of these on here. I don't own DBZ.
"Well that was fun, but I'm glad to be going home just the same. My feet are killing me." Bulma admitted as they got off the tram at stop number 3 and started walking toward the car.
Gohan looked wistfully back at the park. "I wanted to go on the Flume just one more time."
Vegeta was walking with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the plastic bag that contained his two purchases. "You went on it five times. I'm surprised you're dry," he commented.
They reached the car and Bulma unlocked the doors. They climbed in. "Well at least I get to listen to my music on the ride home," she said, brightening. She buckled her seatbelt and adjusted her mirrors, missing the involuntary look Gohan and Vegeta exchanged. Which was just as well. She probably wouldn't have appreciated the look of resigned suffering they exchanged.
"If you don't mind, Vegeta 'n I'll just play video games, Bulma." Gohan said from the backseat where he'd curled up in the seat behind Bulma.
"Sure Gohan." Bulma said distractedly, humming along to another popular tune. "I want to get to your house before nightfall since I'm not familiar with the way."
Vegeta was surprised to find that video games turned out to be just as the kid had said. They were addicting. Time seemed to go much faster and one's surroundings faded away. Once he got the hang of the game, it was hard to stop and before he knew it, they'd arrived at the kid's house, just at dark.
"Thanks Bulma! You got me home just in time for dinner too!" Gohan said, getting out of the car.
"Sure Gohan. It was fun. Say hi to your parents for me and tell your mom I'll call her tomorrow." Bulma called as Gohan shut his door. She waited for him to enter the house and flew up and back toward home.
Vegeta forced himself to put the video game away. He turned off the music before he started feeling sick. Gohan had said Bulma could keep it. "You said we'd talk." Vegeta said before Bulma could get angry and protest.
She took her eyes off her driving long enough to nod.
"Then pull down on top of that hill."
Once the car was on the ground Vegeta got out, pulling his last purchase from the bag and shut the door. Bulma got out too and pressed the 'Capsize' button on the car so that it turned once again into a capsule, which she put in the pocket of her jeans.
"It's getting cold. I'd forgotten it was only spring still." Bulma remarked. Vegeta handed her the pale blue souvenir sweatshirt he'd bought her. "Thanks." Bulma said, wriggling into it. She was outwardly calm but inside her mind was racing. 'Did he buy this for me or am I jumping to conclusions? He certainly is looking good, but I'm getting a little scared fo what he's going to say. I mean unlike most guys, Vegeta doesn't play. Am I ready for that?' She thought of Chi Chi, one of her best friends through the long years. Most of her other friends had slowly faded out of her life. 'Chi Chi is two or three years younger than me and she's been married for almost a decade . . . But Chi Chi isn't me. Let's face it, I need someone who can handle my temper . . . Vegeta can. -But he tried to blow up Earth! He almost killed me! -But he's changed, and I've changed, and I think I'm finally growing up. And I want to grow up, but then again I don't. And tonight he'll tell me something - and I'll be different. And I want Vegeta to want to be with me. And I have a feeling he does want to. And I want to be with him. And I am right now, so I'd better suck it up.' "I bought it for you." Vegeta said, folding his arms. With that simple sentence any and all of Bulma's doubts concerning Vegeta's feelings toward her faded. 'He loves me? He loves me. I just know he does.'
Vegeta was a little overwhelmed at the radiance Bulma broadcasted once he'd admitted he'd bought the sweatshirt for her. After all, it was just a piece of clothing. Still, he had to admit he didn't mind benefitting from the good feeling coming off of her. It felt nice to know she appreciated his actions - and it was a good omen.
"Let's sit." Bulma suggested, plopping down on the grass. Vegeta followed suit. 'He looks dignified even when he's sitting in the grass in the dark.' Bulma thought, finding herself admiring the lines of his body in the starlight. 'Vegeta. What are you thinking? . . . . I don't know much about you besides what Krillin said . . .'
"Can we see the star of your planet from here?" Bulma asked, looking up at the sky.
"No. It's too far away." Vegeta sighed. "And Vegeta-sei is gone anyway. There's nothing but rubble. I went once, after we all came back from Namek and I left again."
A few moments of silence passed. "Will you stay here on Earth?" Bulma asked.
"I suppose so." Vegeta said after a moment. "At least until the androids are destroyed and I surpass Kakarott."
"You were five when Frieza took you, right?" Bulma asked. Although she couldn't see his face, she could sense him tense. She hurried on. "Well I was wondering how much of Vegeta-sei you got to see. I mean, I'm sure your parents traveled a lot. How much do you remember?" she finished a bit awkwardly.
For the next hour of two, Bulma coaxed information and opinions out of Vegeta. She reasoned that before you got too involved with a person, you should get to know them first. She didn't want to make the same mistake she'd made with Yamcha. Bulma knew if they came back too late her parents were likely to call out the calvary on them. So when it got too cold and Bulma knew they should've been home, she suggested they head back to Capsule Corp.
"All right." Vegeta agreed, standing.
As she too stood, Bulma found herself worrying. 'What if he acts just like he did before today? I couldn't stand it. Oh, Vegeta is too frustrating!'
Vegeta found that he'd enjoyed the time he'd spent talking to Bulma. It was nice to have someone care what you said. He'd talked to no one about Vegeta-sei since . . . Nappa. 'Maybe I shouldn't have killed him. Still he was too dumb to adjust to Earth . . . But maybe he could've. After all, he's no dumber than Kakarott. Uh oh. The woman is getting frustrated. I don't think I did anything to upset her. Whew! She's cooling down again.'
Much to Bulma's surprise, she stepped over to Vegeta, slid her arms around his neck, and hugged him. "Thanks for today," she whispered.
Vegeta abruptly came out of his shock and gingerly let his arms encircle her waist. It felt nice to hold her, he realized. He hadn't held anyone in such a long time, not since his mother. 'If this is getting soft I guess it's not too bad. . . '
Bulma giggled. "You're not getting soft Vegeta. Is that what you're thinking about? Fly us home?"
"If you want to." Vegeta heard himself say, looking down at her.
"Of course I do. I said it, silly." Bulma said. "I'm not that heavy I don't think," she tightened her hold around Vegeta and tensed as she felt them ascend into the air.
"Relax. I'm not gonna drop you." Vegeta said in an irritated voice, but they both knew he didn't mind her sudden fear.
Bulma did relax and let her head lay against Vegeta's arm. She could feel his chest rising slowly up and down. It was a relaxing rhythm that lulled her senses.
It was a thrill to be holding her, Vegeta realized with some dismay. He didn't really want to be under this human woman's power. Because he knew, even if Kakarott didn't, that love was power. If you loved someone then they had power over you. They could control you if they chose to. And he wasn't really sure she loved him back anyway. Yes, he decided, it's better if I don't let her know I love her, there's no telling what conclusions she might draw. . . . Sensing Bulma's breathing slow and become regular, he knew she was asleep. This in itself was strange to him since she didn't usually sleep until midnight or so, but glancing at the watch on Bulma's wrist, he noticed it was eleven o'clock. Vegeta sped up to cover the distance to Capsule Corp. quicker.
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'Am I dead?' Vegeta wondered. There was no sound in this place and all was black. Yet through the blackness he received the impression of depth. As if he could go on running forever and never reach the end. But this wasn't death anyway. Death was at least colors and sound and judgement . . . But wait, there was a light . . . there! Just a pinpoint really, but a goal to be reached all the same. He powered up his ki and flew top speed toward it. He flew for hours, then days, never resting. Yet time was slippery, it seemed as if a day lasted an instant and an hour brought him a lightyear closer to his goal. Finally though, he could make out something deeper within the light. It was a figure. A figure surrounded by light. It had looked white from far away, but now he could see that it was really rainbows of color that surrounded the figure. And it was a woman's figure. He could almost make out what she was wearing and then -
Vegeta woke up and slammed the off button on his alarm. 6am. Hungry. Darn his luck. He'd almost seen her this time.
He rolled sleepily out of bed and managed to land on his feet for once. He hated to admit it, but the times when he first rose from sleep were his most vulnerable. Yesterday he'd landed on his side and gotten stuck in the covers for a few minutes. They'd rolled off the bed with him. This morning he amused himself by wondering what he'd snag for breakfast as he did his morning stretches. Since the cooking lady didn't come in until seven, official breakfast wouldn't be ready until 7:30 or so. But he knew enough to whip up some grits, a gallon or so should do. Then cereal. He especially liked the ones with little prizes. Six or seven boxes should do. Then, to finish it off, a loaf or two of toast with plenty of jam. By then it would be seven o'clock and he could take his morning run in the forest outside of the city and be back to eat just a leeetle later than 7:30.
Then . . . to the GT finally! 'I can go without lunch today.' Vegeta decided as he finished his stretches and absentmindedly headed toward the kitchen, still dressed in his nightclothes (a white T-shirt and boxers). He grabbed a robe and slung it on as he exited his bedroom. It was blue - his favorite color.
Vegeta was surprised to see the younger human female sitting at the kitchen table drinking a thermos of coffee. She too was still in her nightclothes, but had thrown on a robe over her shorts and nightshirt. She looked tired. Vegeta wondered why she'd bothered to wake up so early. 'I don't usually see her until around noon.' he reflected. "Good morning, Vegeta," she yawned as he walked past her and rummaged around in the refrigerator.
"Hrmph," he mumbled. 'Now where'd that skim milk get to?' He tried to keep this little pre-breakfast snack light so he didn't get sick to his stomach while he was on his run. Puking would not be fun. "Is it about the GT?" he asked, finding the full gallon of skim milk and plopping it down on the table, closest to the fridge. Then he went after the cereal next to the fridge.
"Is what about the GT?" she yawned, "Oh, being awake so early? . . . Well kinda. I did mean to tell you not to blow this one up too," she sounded a bit irate. "I didn't know how early you got up though, so I decided to wake up at six. Were you doing stretches or something?" The irritation faded a little.
Vegeta dropped two boxes of cereal on the table, grabbed a serving bowl from the cupboard, and hunted around for a soup ladle. "Yes." Finding the ladle, he slid into the chair across from Bulma and started eating his cereal.
"If you want, I'll bring your lunch to the GT. I know you'll want to spend the day trying out the GT. Okay, with you?"
Vegeta sat in silence, wolfing down his food long enough to nod.
They sat in silence until Vegeta finished his cereal. (It took three gallons of skim milk and six boxes of cereal. Three prizes, which Vegeta left on the table.)
"I enjoyed spending time with you, Vegeta." Bulma offered as Vegeta stood to go to his room and change into his workout clothes.
"Listen woman, just because we spent one miserable day together, we're not all buddy-buddy." Vegeta said. He had to hurt her so she would forget about being friendly to him and go find another dumb human to hang out with.
Bulma's temper suddenly flared. "WELL IT SURE DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST TURN YOUR BACK ON ME AND WALK AWAY! DON'T YOU TRY TO PUSH ME AWAY, VEGETA! NOW GET BACK HERE AND SIT DOWN." she ordered, all sleep gone from her eyes now, standing from the table.
Since Bulma honestly did scare him when she was angry, Vegeta turned around in the doorway, but his pride did not allow him to sit back down as she'd ordered. Besides, no one ordered the Prince of Saiyans around and lived anyway . . . well he couldn't bring himself close to killing her, so maybe this one person could. But not without a fight.
"Fine. Close enough." Bulma said flatly, accepting his defiance. "I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm not asking you to say you love me and carry me off on a white horse. In fact, all I remember asking for was a civil conversation, respect. And you will NOT stay in this house if you don't show a little respect for my parents at least. My mother adores you, but you have bullied my father and done nothing but exercise your will on him. I don't know why he likes you! You may have been a prince on Vegeta-sei, but that part of your life is over now."
Vegeta's eyes flashed in anger. Bulma flared right back. "I'm not saying forget your past, I'm saying there are no princes here, so don't act like one. I always knew they were stuck up and snobby, but YOU ARE RIDICULOUS. Now shape up or I'll have some employees take the GT, drop it in the wilderness, and you can go live THERE! Now it is too early in the morning for me to be yelling at you, but it's worth it, because FOR ONCE YOU'RE LISTENING!" Bulma finally stopped, breathing slightly faster.
"Fine. I'll try not to intimidate your father any more." Vegeta agreed grudgingly.
"Good." Bulma walked toward him. He was surprised when she hugged him. "That's all I was really asking. I'm the only one allowed to yell at my father." she released him and headed back up to her room to sleep until noon.
