A Match Made in Heaven
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Chapter 10 ~ "You're a match made in heaven."
In a few weeks, Bulma had successfully learned how to cook. Now, she only visited Chichi to sit down, relax and talk about what was going on in their lives (and to bitch about Vegeta, but that's a given). Chichi and Bulma relayed stories to each other, some were funny, and some were just downright hilarious. Chichi's stories mostly consisted of how sweet Kakkarot was and what he did, while Bulma's stories were mostly about the heated arguments that she and Vegeta got into.
Bulma did not really have to tell Chichi all the stories, because sometimes when she was in bed, she could hear them screaming at each other and so she knew what the arguments were about (mostly little things that would annoy short-fused people).
Right now, Bulma was telling another story of one of their fights.
"…then he called me a bitch. So I called him a short little monkey. I swear, he almost was embarrassed. Then, he called me fat… can you believe it Chichi. The pisshead actually called me fat. Chichi? Hello? Are you listening to a single word that I'm saying?"
The smiling Saiyan grinned wider at her blue friend.
"Chichi! Dammit! What the hell is so funny?"
She paused a moment to shake her head. "Bulma, do you even remember what started the argument?"
Bulma looked puzzled. "Sure. It was Vegeta."
Chichi smacked her hand to her forehead. "No, you baka! What started the argument, not who!"
She blushed, embarrassed at her response. "Oooh! It was the… uh… no… it was my co… no. He didn't… wait… no, that's not right. Uh… I don't know."
Chichi laughed at her friend. "See. You get all heated over some dumb argument, when you can't even remember what it was about."
Bulma frowned. "Yeah, so? He still called me fat." She stood up and placed a hand on her stomach and sucked in. "I'm not fat, Chichi, am I?"
She stood up and circled her friend, looking her up and down, mockingly. Quickly, she placed her hand on Bulma's stomach and pushed her back down onto the couch. "No, Bulma. He just says things like that to get you pissed off… and obviously it works."
She pursed her lips. "Yeah… well at least I'm not enamored by some lug of a Saiyan."
"Yeah. Well at least I'm not the perfect person for the prince." She slapped her hands across her mouth.
Bulma gasped. "What did you just say? How could you say that? I would never subject myself to being with a fucked up freak like him!"
"Come on Bulma, it's obvious that you two are a match made in heaven," Chichi pleaded.
"Well prove it," she snorted.
Chichi sat down and sighed. "I can't believe that neither of you can see it. You both are obsessed with not showing any weaknesses."
"I'm not obsessed," she interrupted, but abruptly stopped when Chichi glared at her.
"Both of you have hot tempers, and a vocabulary to match it."
"What! You can't mean that I get easily pissed off!" Bulma shouted.
Chichi motioned with her hands. "Point made. Lastly, you both are stubbornly proud, and your temper shows through whenever something or someone hurts your pride."
Bulma started blankly. She slowly stood from the couch after realizing the time. "I'm sorry, Chichi, but I have to leave. My soulmate is expecting his dinner when he gets back." She hurried out of the apartment.
Chichi looked down at her feet. Why did I say that?
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She entered the dark apartment and flicked the lights on. Passing by the kitchen, Bulma made her way through the apartment and into her room. She leaned her back against the wall behind the door and slid down to the floor.
Is that true? Could we really be a match made in heaven? I mean, he isn't really that good looking, except when he comes in after training, and he's shirtless and swea… what am I thinking? No, he's not gorgeous, he's as ugly as… as… King Vegeta.
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'as ugly as… as… King Vegeta'
The words resounded through his head as he entered his apartment. Accustomed to smelling food when would come in, the sudden absence of aroma disturbed him. Dammit! I'm hungry, and after my father telling me that I have to leave to purge a planet, I expected some fucking food to be ready! He knew that the woman did not have anything else to do other than to serve him, so he stormed angrily to her room.
He threw open the door, hitting her with it. She hugged her legs where the door had hit her.
"Where's my fucking food?"
"What's the matter? Poor little baby can't make his own dinner for once?"
"Don't start with me, woman. Remember what happened the last time that we argued? You ran out of the room. It looked like you were going to cry!"
"Well at least I wasn't embarrassed at being called a short little monkey!"
"If I'm a short little monkey, then that would make you a blubbering, worthless, cowardly bitch who doesn't even deserve to be called a monkey!"
"Yeah. Well at least I'm not daddy's little boy, or as ugly as him for that matter!"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "What did you call me?"
"N…nothing," she stuttered.
He dragged her to her feet and flung her across the room, where she hit her bed, and landed on her side on the floor. Vegeta easily picked her up off the floor and while one arm wrapped around her neck, the other reached down to grab her tail. When he seized it, she immediately squirmed at the pain it caused her. Her hands reached up to tug at the arm around her neck as he squeezed harder. She dug her nails into his arm, drawing blood, but he did not yield.
"What the fuck put that idea into your pathetic head?"
She gasped for air as she tried to reply. He somewhat released his grip on her neck and she gulped. "You always go and purge the planets that daddy tells you to."
He stood unmoving. She couldn't possibly know that I'm leaving to purge another planet. He stood thinking for what seemed like an eternity to Bulma when he released her and left the room without another word to her.
My Kami, Chichi was right.
***AN – I know your all going to hate me for not updating a lot recently… I've been on a creative train (yes… there is such a thing ^_^;;;), but unfortunately, it has nothing to do with Dragonball Z, however, I'll force myself to get through this. (If you like the SNES game FF3, check out my new story). Hopefully I can get another chapter up really soon, but if not, please be patient with me.
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