He pushed her off, "Women get over your self, and fix my gravity machine,"
he said then left back upstairs.
She rested her head on the table again, and cried. ____________________________________________________
"Asshole," she said, and beagn to dry her eyes. "I have nothing better to do," she said to herself, and stood up. She went into the tool storage room, and looked around for the tools she would be needing to fix 'his precious machine,' with. She looked to the usually spot, and didn't see them there.
'I remember putting them back.....oh my father must've taken them,' she thought then went upstairs. She looked at the clock, and noticed it was 3:00 p.m.
She went into the livingroom, and noticed that Vegeta was doing push- ups on the livingroom floor. She took a seat on the floor, and watched.
'1,2,3........................54,55,56,' she mentally counted in her head. 'He does them as if they are nothin.
"Women," he called out looking at her.
'I couldn't do push-ups, well I could, but not for that long,' she continued to be off in her own little world.
"BULMA," he yelled snapping her back to reality.
"What do you want," she questioned still mad at him.
The reason she was mad, was because he pushed her away, when she really want him to confort her...She didn't like him like that...it was just that she needed someone at the moment, and he wouldn't appreciate it.
"Sit on my back," he commanded.
"Why," she looked at him curiously, and he sat down with his legs stretched out.
"Cause," he said.
She looked at him oddly, and decided to. He layed down, and she sat crossed leg on his back. He began to do push-ups.
"1,2,3,4,5........78,79,80," she counted outloud.
She loved the way his muscles contrast against one, another as he was doing push-ups.
"You better fix the gravity machine," he said between breaths.
"I can't, my father took all the tools with him,"she said. She fell off his back with a 'thud.' He stood up. "You almost squashed me," he said trying to get under her skin, and knew very well that he could.
"I am not fat," she said storming upstairs.
He chuckled. 'Shit, I can't train for a while,' he growled, and decided to go take a shower before dinner.
~!!~!~~
Vegeta came downstair a half hour later, and went into the kitchen. Bulma had made dinner, and was sitting down. He took a seat, and began to eat.
He looked at Bulma, and saw that she was only picking at a salad.
"Your not fat," he said suddenly.
"I know," she said solumly, and ate a tomato out of her salad.
"Your underweight...if thats all you eat your gonna end up sick women," he yelled.
...
Silence fell over the two.
"Get over that ass you call a boyfriend," he said standing up. He walked over to the livingroom entrance. He lowed his voice, and said,"You can do better."
She looked at the doorway for a moment.
She actually began to eat.
After she finished washing the dishes, she looked at the clock, and noticed that it was 8:00.
Suddenly something white at the side of her eye caught her attention.
"Its snowing," she exclained happily.
She went off to take a shower.
After her shower, since it was snowing she decided to watch t.v. for the rest of the night. She turned off all the lights upstairs, and in the kitchen.
She went into the livingroom, and saw that the t.v was off, and Vegeta was asleep on the couch. she went over to the t.v set, and turned it on. Then she went over to her mothers afghan rack, and took off three.
She went over to the couch, set them on the rest.
"Vegeta," she yelled in whisper shaking his shoulder roughly.
"What," he growled.
"Move over, I would like to sit on the couch," she said.
Vegeta moved against the back of the couch, and patted the available spot next to him.
"I meant your feet," she said a little bit embaressed.
"Women, I won't bite," he said with a smirk.
Giving up, she gathered the blankets, and layed down next to him.
Surprising he wrapped the blankets around the both of them, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "See," he said.
"Why are you nice when you want to be," she questioned.
"I don't know what your talking about," he said with his smirk still plastered to his face.
"Whatever," she said, adn they both watched t.v.
She rested her head on the table again, and cried. ____________________________________________________
"Asshole," she said, and beagn to dry her eyes. "I have nothing better to do," she said to herself, and stood up. She went into the tool storage room, and looked around for the tools she would be needing to fix 'his precious machine,' with. She looked to the usually spot, and didn't see them there.
'I remember putting them back.....oh my father must've taken them,' she thought then went upstairs. She looked at the clock, and noticed it was 3:00 p.m.
She went into the livingroom, and noticed that Vegeta was doing push- ups on the livingroom floor. She took a seat on the floor, and watched.
'1,2,3........................54,55,56,' she mentally counted in her head. 'He does them as if they are nothin.
"Women," he called out looking at her.
'I couldn't do push-ups, well I could, but not for that long,' she continued to be off in her own little world.
"BULMA," he yelled snapping her back to reality.
"What do you want," she questioned still mad at him.
The reason she was mad, was because he pushed her away, when she really want him to confort her...She didn't like him like that...it was just that she needed someone at the moment, and he wouldn't appreciate it.
"Sit on my back," he commanded.
"Why," she looked at him curiously, and he sat down with his legs stretched out.
"Cause," he said.
She looked at him oddly, and decided to. He layed down, and she sat crossed leg on his back. He began to do push-ups.
"1,2,3,4,5........78,79,80," she counted outloud.
She loved the way his muscles contrast against one, another as he was doing push-ups.
"You better fix the gravity machine," he said between breaths.
"I can't, my father took all the tools with him,"she said. She fell off his back with a 'thud.' He stood up. "You almost squashed me," he said trying to get under her skin, and knew very well that he could.
"I am not fat," she said storming upstairs.
He chuckled. 'Shit, I can't train for a while,' he growled, and decided to go take a shower before dinner.
~!!~!~~
Vegeta came downstair a half hour later, and went into the kitchen. Bulma had made dinner, and was sitting down. He took a seat, and began to eat.
He looked at Bulma, and saw that she was only picking at a salad.
"Your not fat," he said suddenly.
"I know," she said solumly, and ate a tomato out of her salad.
"Your underweight...if thats all you eat your gonna end up sick women," he yelled.
...
Silence fell over the two.
"Get over that ass you call a boyfriend," he said standing up. He walked over to the livingroom entrance. He lowed his voice, and said,"You can do better."
She looked at the doorway for a moment.
She actually began to eat.
After she finished washing the dishes, she looked at the clock, and noticed that it was 8:00.
Suddenly something white at the side of her eye caught her attention.
"Its snowing," she exclained happily.
She went off to take a shower.
After her shower, since it was snowing she decided to watch t.v. for the rest of the night. She turned off all the lights upstairs, and in the kitchen.
She went into the livingroom, and saw that the t.v was off, and Vegeta was asleep on the couch. she went over to the t.v set, and turned it on. Then she went over to her mothers afghan rack, and took off three.
She went over to the couch, set them on the rest.
"Vegeta," she yelled in whisper shaking his shoulder roughly.
"What," he growled.
"Move over, I would like to sit on the couch," she said.
Vegeta moved against the back of the couch, and patted the available spot next to him.
"I meant your feet," she said a little bit embaressed.
"Women, I won't bite," he said with a smirk.
Giving up, she gathered the blankets, and layed down next to him.
Surprising he wrapped the blankets around the both of them, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "See," he said.
"Why are you nice when you want to be," she questioned.
"I don't know what your talking about," he said with his smirk still plastered to his face.
"Whatever," she said, adn they both watched t.v.
