Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own DBZ in real life.just in my head.
::sigh:: Just in my head. Here's the new chapter, Chapter 5 incase you're
wondering. Things start to heat up (in more ways than one ^_~ ) as time
passes without parents.
Tears formed in Bulma's eyes as her parents flew away in their aircraft. All that time alone with Vegeta, she could vomit, preferably on him.
"I'll just avoid him," she said aloud.
She didn't realize how difficult that would be as she walked to her lab thinking about what she would do about dinner.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Bulma was proud of herself. She avoided Vegeta for a whole week. The dream was out of her mind by the weekend. She decided to take the weekend off and spend it on herself. She slept in till eleven on Saturday and ate a bowl of cereal while watching TV in the living room. Vegeta walked into the room and stood at the doorway.
"What is this garbage, women? Where is my food?" he growled.
"Get it yourself," she said as she tossed a capsule at him.
"What is this contraption?"
"It's called a capsule, moron. You press that button and the food comes out."
He did so and a steaming bowl of oatmeal appeared and fell to the floor splattering everywhere, even on Vegeta.
"Evil women! You're trying to kill me!"
"Of course I am, Vegeta. With a bowl of oatmeal. How'd you ever figure me out?" she said sarcastically.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to clean it up?" Bulma said.
"Saiyans do not clean. That is what the weak women are for."
"You're such a bastard! I am not your servant! I won't do anything for you!"
"Then it will stay there. I will not clean. The Prince of Saiyans does not clean."
"The Prince of Saiyans my ass! There are no Saiyans here for you to be Prince of you asshole."
She had hit a sore spot. His eyes went from to fiery with anger.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY RACE LIKE THAT YOU PATHETIC HUMAN WENCH! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"
"Oh, go fuck yourself, Vegeta. You don't scare me one bit," Bulma said, her eyes as menacing as his.
"You do not tell me what to do, woman! You do not order me around."
"I can do what ever I want and say what ever I want. It's my house. If you don't like it, too bad."
Vegeta glared at her with his deadly eyes, but she wasn't intimidated. She matched his glare and held it, not wanting to blink first. Her eyes began to tear and her vision blurred, but she still held the gaze. Vegeta turned to leave the room.
"Ha! I won." Bulma said smugly.
"Idiot. You didn't win anything. I have training to do and I'm not going to waste my time with an ugly idiot like you."
Vegeta walked away but stopped when something hit the back of his head.
"You insensitive jackass! No wonder everyone hates your guts."
"Everybody but you?" he said with a smirk.
"What are you talking about?" Bulma said, her anger flaring.
"You know what I mean. The other day when we were in the kitchen, your heart was racing for me," he said. It was his turn to be smug.
"You wish, Vegeta. Don't inflate your head. The heart of a beautiful woman would never race for you."
"Like it isn't now?" he said as he walked closer.
Bulma swallowed hard and tried to calm down. Damn him, she said to herself. *Why does he have to be like this?* Bulma got up and started to walk away when Vegeta grabbed her arm.
"Let me go! Ow! You're hurting my arm." Bulma cried.
Vegeta loosened his grip a bit and pulled her into him and looked into her eyes.
Author's note: I know, I know. I'm evil for making a cliffhanger like this.or not. Anyway, the next chapter will be a bit short but the one after that will be a lot longer. Will something happen between Bulma and Vegeta? Stay tuned to find out.
Tears formed in Bulma's eyes as her parents flew away in their aircraft. All that time alone with Vegeta, she could vomit, preferably on him.
"I'll just avoid him," she said aloud.
She didn't realize how difficult that would be as she walked to her lab thinking about what she would do about dinner.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Bulma was proud of herself. She avoided Vegeta for a whole week. The dream was out of her mind by the weekend. She decided to take the weekend off and spend it on herself. She slept in till eleven on Saturday and ate a bowl of cereal while watching TV in the living room. Vegeta walked into the room and stood at the doorway.
"What is this garbage, women? Where is my food?" he growled.
"Get it yourself," she said as she tossed a capsule at him.
"What is this contraption?"
"It's called a capsule, moron. You press that button and the food comes out."
He did so and a steaming bowl of oatmeal appeared and fell to the floor splattering everywhere, even on Vegeta.
"Evil women! You're trying to kill me!"
"Of course I am, Vegeta. With a bowl of oatmeal. How'd you ever figure me out?" she said sarcastically.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to clean it up?" Bulma said.
"Saiyans do not clean. That is what the weak women are for."
"You're such a bastard! I am not your servant! I won't do anything for you!"
"Then it will stay there. I will not clean. The Prince of Saiyans does not clean."
"The Prince of Saiyans my ass! There are no Saiyans here for you to be Prince of you asshole."
She had hit a sore spot. His eyes went from to fiery with anger.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY RACE LIKE THAT YOU PATHETIC HUMAN WENCH! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"
"Oh, go fuck yourself, Vegeta. You don't scare me one bit," Bulma said, her eyes as menacing as his.
"You do not tell me what to do, woman! You do not order me around."
"I can do what ever I want and say what ever I want. It's my house. If you don't like it, too bad."
Vegeta glared at her with his deadly eyes, but she wasn't intimidated. She matched his glare and held it, not wanting to blink first. Her eyes began to tear and her vision blurred, but she still held the gaze. Vegeta turned to leave the room.
"Ha! I won." Bulma said smugly.
"Idiot. You didn't win anything. I have training to do and I'm not going to waste my time with an ugly idiot like you."
Vegeta walked away but stopped when something hit the back of his head.
"You insensitive jackass! No wonder everyone hates your guts."
"Everybody but you?" he said with a smirk.
"What are you talking about?" Bulma said, her anger flaring.
"You know what I mean. The other day when we were in the kitchen, your heart was racing for me," he said. It was his turn to be smug.
"You wish, Vegeta. Don't inflate your head. The heart of a beautiful woman would never race for you."
"Like it isn't now?" he said as he walked closer.
Bulma swallowed hard and tried to calm down. Damn him, she said to herself. *Why does he have to be like this?* Bulma got up and started to walk away when Vegeta grabbed her arm.
"Let me go! Ow! You're hurting my arm." Bulma cried.
Vegeta loosened his grip a bit and pulled her into him and looked into her eyes.
Author's note: I know, I know. I'm evil for making a cliffhanger like this.or not. Anyway, the next chapter will be a bit short but the one after that will be a lot longer. Will something happen between Bulma and Vegeta? Stay tuned to find out.