A/n- I took long, now I take short, okay? Good, be happy! I'm trying to
make it longer too though! This is harder than it looks! Okay, so here
goes...
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Bulma left the club in a daze, and the first thing she heard when she snapped out of it... was Vegeta's laughter. She looked around and saw her car at the other end of the parking lot, so headed in that direction. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "What's so funny Vegeta?"
"That girl's face when we left! She was in the shadows scowling at us when she saw that kiss; I can just imagine what thoughts were going through her head!" he said hysterically. Bulma listened and blinked a few times, had it meant nothing to him?
"Uh, heh heh," she laughed nervously. "Yeah, what a dope..." she whispered the last with a hint of anger. He noticed though, it was not directed at him, but her.
"What's wrong with you woman?" he questioned bluntly.
She looked at him blankly, then down at her feet as she continued to walk. "Nothing," she answered simply, as well as unconvincingly. He stayed quiet though, until they finally reached her metallic black 2001 Corvette. She hopped in and revved up the engine, taking off with barely enough time for Vegeta to jump in the car after her. He looked at the woman next to him with her eyes narrowed on the dark, country road before her as she sped up to 75mph. After only 10 minutes they reached Capsule Corp. She got out and slammed the door behind her, never looking back at him in the car.
"What was I thinking!?" she scolded herself mentally, "It was a joke, of course! Vegeta's never really like that; he was just trying to get Lehela off his back! He's just a great actor," she continued. "He even fooled me," she whispered the last part out loud.
"Mumbling about your baka mate again woman?" Vegeta smirked beside her as she jumped in surprise. She glared up at him and he almost shivered- almost. She had never looked at him that angry or... hurt? Was that the other emotion he saw in her eyes?
"No," she stated simply, then swiftly strode inside and up to her room. He followed her, but went into his room, right next to hers. He went to bed listening to her soft sobs, wondering why the hell she was crying.
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The next day, Vegeta came down to find Bulma cooking. This... was strange... to say the least. She was never up & downstairs before him, being as to the fact he started his training at 6 am! To add to the eeriness of the situation, just as soon as he sat down, he saw food on the table in front of his face. Bulma hadn't even said, much less yelled something at him yet! He tried to stay quiet and just eat; wasn't this just what he had wanted since he came here? A simple woman to act as a slave, which more or less served him??? Bulma was not one to be called a slave woman though. Even though his mind better side went against it, he asked, " What the hell is wrong with you woman?"
"Nothing you would care about," Bulma replied nonchalantly, while continuing to stare into space.
He slammed his fist down on the table, but she didn't even seem to notice! "Damn it woman! Something IS wrong, you haven't even yelled at me! Come on, what do you take me for?"
"It's nothing you would care about, it has to do with me!" she yelled right back, suddenly glad her parents were gone for the next couple of weeks. They would have been down here by now, getting in between the fight that was her business alone.
"Like hell, would I ask if I wasn't curious?" he shot back angrily.
"You would! If you can kiss with no emotion behind it, you sure as hell would!" she screamed, quickly stomping out of the room.
Vegeta stormed into the other room after her. "What the hell was THAT about!?" he thought.
He quickly caught up and grabbed her wrists to twirl her around. "What are you screeching about woman?"
"Let go, that hurts!" she pleaded.
"Not until you tell me," he replied, keeping his hold on her wrists.
"Fine, you kissed me!" she replied quickly.
"So? What so fucking bad about that?" he asked, still in the dark despite her answer.
"What's so bad? What so fucking bad is that it meant nothing to you! It was only to fool her, meaning you basically used me! But you wanna know what?" she asked getting closer to his face, he could see tears threatening to drip of her lashes, "It fooled me too." The tears now ran down her cheeks. She suddenly spoke calmer, "It meant nothing to you, but it meant something to me," she finished in a hushed whisper as he released her wrists subconsciously. He just stood there as she left, surprise evident in his eyes.
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Bulma ran up to her room and jumped on to her bed, burying her face in the pillows. Why did she say that, why did she even BOTHER? She suddenly felt as I she needed to get out of the house. She needed something to do, but whom could she call at 7 am? That's when she thought of Yamcha. He always got up around this time to train! She ran down the long, curved staircase, and picked up the nearest phone. There was a low, humming noise outside, and knew she was safe, the Gravity Machine was on. She dialed the number she had known since she was 16, and waited until the third rind when she heard someone pick up.
"Yeah?" he answered groggily.
"Oh, did I wake you up Yamcha?" she asked.
"No babe, just a long night," Yamcha told her, sounding more awake now.
"Okay then, um, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something later?" she questioned hopefully.
"Yeah, sure Bulma, how dinner and a movie sound?" he answered.
"Good for me!" Bulma stated happily.
"Okay, I'll pick you up at eight," he told her.
"Okay, great! I'll see you then!" she said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, bye," he replied before quickly hanging up. She could have sworn she heard someone in the background, a woman. She quickly dismissed the thought though, as nothing.
Bulma hadn't even noticed the gravity room's humming had been cut off. She turned around, and took one step only to feel as though she had slammed into a brick-wall. She fell backwards, but was caught. She looked up to see the now familiar onyx eyes. She shivered suddenly, just what she needed... He was staring at her too, and realizing this little fact, Bulma's eyes darted away as she muttered a thanks. Instead of releasing her though, he held on tighter.
She felt his hot breathe on her ear as he whispered, "I only thought the situation was funny woman." Then he was gone, leaving Bulma this time, in utter shock.
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So, so, so??? How'd you like it? I thought it was a little bad, but tell me your thoughts please. See the button below? Press it and review please! Okay, that's all, shouldn't be too much longer till the next chap, but it's really short, so you have you warning in advance. Okay, later!
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Bulma left the club in a daze, and the first thing she heard when she snapped out of it... was Vegeta's laughter. She looked around and saw her car at the other end of the parking lot, so headed in that direction. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "What's so funny Vegeta?"
"That girl's face when we left! She was in the shadows scowling at us when she saw that kiss; I can just imagine what thoughts were going through her head!" he said hysterically. Bulma listened and blinked a few times, had it meant nothing to him?
"Uh, heh heh," she laughed nervously. "Yeah, what a dope..." she whispered the last with a hint of anger. He noticed though, it was not directed at him, but her.
"What's wrong with you woman?" he questioned bluntly.
She looked at him blankly, then down at her feet as she continued to walk. "Nothing," she answered simply, as well as unconvincingly. He stayed quiet though, until they finally reached her metallic black 2001 Corvette. She hopped in and revved up the engine, taking off with barely enough time for Vegeta to jump in the car after her. He looked at the woman next to him with her eyes narrowed on the dark, country road before her as she sped up to 75mph. After only 10 minutes they reached Capsule Corp. She got out and slammed the door behind her, never looking back at him in the car.
"What was I thinking!?" she scolded herself mentally, "It was a joke, of course! Vegeta's never really like that; he was just trying to get Lehela off his back! He's just a great actor," she continued. "He even fooled me," she whispered the last part out loud.
"Mumbling about your baka mate again woman?" Vegeta smirked beside her as she jumped in surprise. She glared up at him and he almost shivered- almost. She had never looked at him that angry or... hurt? Was that the other emotion he saw in her eyes?
"No," she stated simply, then swiftly strode inside and up to her room. He followed her, but went into his room, right next to hers. He went to bed listening to her soft sobs, wondering why the hell she was crying.
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The next day, Vegeta came down to find Bulma cooking. This... was strange... to say the least. She was never up & downstairs before him, being as to the fact he started his training at 6 am! To add to the eeriness of the situation, just as soon as he sat down, he saw food on the table in front of his face. Bulma hadn't even said, much less yelled something at him yet! He tried to stay quiet and just eat; wasn't this just what he had wanted since he came here? A simple woman to act as a slave, which more or less served him??? Bulma was not one to be called a slave woman though. Even though his mind better side went against it, he asked, " What the hell is wrong with you woman?"
"Nothing you would care about," Bulma replied nonchalantly, while continuing to stare into space.
He slammed his fist down on the table, but she didn't even seem to notice! "Damn it woman! Something IS wrong, you haven't even yelled at me! Come on, what do you take me for?"
"It's nothing you would care about, it has to do with me!" she yelled right back, suddenly glad her parents were gone for the next couple of weeks. They would have been down here by now, getting in between the fight that was her business alone.
"Like hell, would I ask if I wasn't curious?" he shot back angrily.
"You would! If you can kiss with no emotion behind it, you sure as hell would!" she screamed, quickly stomping out of the room.
Vegeta stormed into the other room after her. "What the hell was THAT about!?" he thought.
He quickly caught up and grabbed her wrists to twirl her around. "What are you screeching about woman?"
"Let go, that hurts!" she pleaded.
"Not until you tell me," he replied, keeping his hold on her wrists.
"Fine, you kissed me!" she replied quickly.
"So? What so fucking bad about that?" he asked, still in the dark despite her answer.
"What's so bad? What so fucking bad is that it meant nothing to you! It was only to fool her, meaning you basically used me! But you wanna know what?" she asked getting closer to his face, he could see tears threatening to drip of her lashes, "It fooled me too." The tears now ran down her cheeks. She suddenly spoke calmer, "It meant nothing to you, but it meant something to me," she finished in a hushed whisper as he released her wrists subconsciously. He just stood there as she left, surprise evident in his eyes.
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Bulma ran up to her room and jumped on to her bed, burying her face in the pillows. Why did she say that, why did she even BOTHER? She suddenly felt as I she needed to get out of the house. She needed something to do, but whom could she call at 7 am? That's when she thought of Yamcha. He always got up around this time to train! She ran down the long, curved staircase, and picked up the nearest phone. There was a low, humming noise outside, and knew she was safe, the Gravity Machine was on. She dialed the number she had known since she was 16, and waited until the third rind when she heard someone pick up.
"Yeah?" he answered groggily.
"Oh, did I wake you up Yamcha?" she asked.
"No babe, just a long night," Yamcha told her, sounding more awake now.
"Okay then, um, I was just wondering if you wanted to do something later?" she questioned hopefully.
"Yeah, sure Bulma, how dinner and a movie sound?" he answered.
"Good for me!" Bulma stated happily.
"Okay, I'll pick you up at eight," he told her.
"Okay, great! I'll see you then!" she said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, bye," he replied before quickly hanging up. She could have sworn she heard someone in the background, a woman. She quickly dismissed the thought though, as nothing.
Bulma hadn't even noticed the gravity room's humming had been cut off. She turned around, and took one step only to feel as though she had slammed into a brick-wall. She fell backwards, but was caught. She looked up to see the now familiar onyx eyes. She shivered suddenly, just what she needed... He was staring at her too, and realizing this little fact, Bulma's eyes darted away as she muttered a thanks. Instead of releasing her though, he held on tighter.
She felt his hot breathe on her ear as he whispered, "I only thought the situation was funny woman." Then he was gone, leaving Bulma this time, in utter shock.
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So, so, so??? How'd you like it? I thought it was a little bad, but tell me your thoughts please. See the button below? Press it and review please! Okay, that's all, shouldn't be too much longer till the next chap, but it's really short, so you have you warning in advance. Okay, later!
