A Match Made in Heaven
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Chapter 13 ~ Vegeta's Pissed
Kakkarot pulled open the closet door again and helped Bulma out. "I'm sorry, Bulma. The Prince was coming and you needed to hide. Although, how long you're going to be able to, I don't know. He can sense your ki."
Bulma looked around, somewhat scared. Her eyes suddenly widened as she came up with an idea. "Kakkarot!" she exclaimed, "I know how to lower my ki, that way he won't be able to sense me!"
"That's great, Bulma!"
Her grin faded to a look of determination. "Now. How am I supposed to get food?"
Kakkarot sat down on his bed and started to think. (AN: I thought I could smell some wood burning)
"You could always request to eat in here," Bulma said as her stomach growled. "I guess I'm kinda hungry."
The tall Saiyan opened the door to his room and left. Bulma was confused as to where he was going, but her confusion did not last when Kakkarot appeared in the doorway with a large tray of food. He set the tray down on the bed and motioned for Bulma to start eating.
Bulma sat down on the bed and started to pick out what she wanted to eat. "Kakkarot, you know damn well that I won't be able to eat this much by myself."
Kakkarot grinned and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, well… I thought I might get hungry later, y'know…" he trailed off. With the smile still plastered on his face, the Saiyan reached out and grabbed handfuls of food and started gobbling it down.
The blue-haired Saiyan laughed at Kakkarot and his overzealous eating habits. She picked at her food and yawned gently, giving Kakkarot's bed a look-over.
The bed was gorgeous. It was king-sized with twice as many pillows that a single person could need. The comforter was a deep crimson red and very soft to touch. The part of the comforter that touched the floor was covered in a golden trim. The sheets were a pale mauve, but the pillows matched the color of the comforter.
By the time Bulma was done looking at Kakkarot's bed, he had finished all the food.
"It's late, Bulma. We should get some sleep. I have to get up early with the Prince and train tomorrow."
Bulma paled when she was hit with a sudden realization. "I don't have any clothes with me."
"That's okay. You can wear some of my shirts."
She laughed at the thought of wearing one of his huge shirts. "They're way to big. It'll be like wearing a huge dress."
"Well, shrink them or something."
Bulma glanced at the serious look Kakkarot had on his face. "And how to you propose I do that?"
He grinned. "I don't know. You're the genius. Just wear them, Bulma. It's not like you have any other choice."
She sighed and grabbed a shirt he handed to her. "Alright. Now turn around and close your eyes."
He obeyed without asking any questions. Bulma peeled off her shirt and shorts and pulled on the shirt her gave her. The sleeves came to her elbows, but the end of the shirt reached her mid-thighs. She rolled down the comforter and sheets on the left side of the bed and slid under them.
"It's okay, you can turn around now."
Kakkarot spun around, taking off his own shirt, causing Bulma to blush. "What? That's the way I sleep!" He climbed in the opposite side of the bed and fluffed up his pillows.
The blue-haired Saiyan grabbed several of the unused pillows and piled them between her and Kakkarot. She flicked off the light next to her and laid her head down on the pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.
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Vegeta paced in his room. He was furious. The Prince could not figure out why Kakkarot had been acting strange the night before. The alarm on his clock went off; it was 4:30 in the morning. Muttering curses, Vegeta stormed out of his room and into the well-lit hallway. He placed his palm on the pad next to Kakkarot's door and the door swished open.
All he could do was stand in the doorway staring. Kakkarot was asleep on his back, snoring uproariously, with a leg up on the pillows in the middle of the bed. His personal slave was lying on her stomach, her blue hair sprawled across her face. Sometime in the middle of the night, she had kicked the covers off. Kakkarot's shirt still barely covered her legs and Vegeta stared as her tail wrapped itself tightly around her thighs.
His onyx eyes flickered angrily as he backed out of the doorway. The door swished closed and Vegeta pounded a fist on it. "Kakkrot! Dammit, are you up? It's time to train!"
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A fist pounded on the door and the Prince yelled through, "Kakkrot! Dammit, are you up? It's time to train!" Both Kakkarot and Bulma sat straight up in bed. Bulma quickly blushed when she found out that she had kicked off the covers to the bed and Kakkarot jumped out and threw on some training clothes.
"I'll be back later with some food. It might be awhile, Vegeta sounded really pissed."
He stepped out into the hall and disappeared.
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They had been sparring for hours. Kakkarot had not even been close when he said that Vegeta was pissed. He was furious, no… he was enraged and Kakkarot was taking the full force of his anger.
My personal slave! My personal fucking slave in the same bed as this dim-witted Saiyan! How could she do that? How did she get here, anyway? Oh that little bitch has got some explaining to do!
Kakkarot dodged a punch from Vegeta and swung at him with his left hand. He came in contact with Vegeta's stomach and sent him flying into the nearest wall.
Vegeta sneered at Kakkarot. "We're done sparring. I have some work to do." He stormed out of the training room.
Oh good! I can get some breakfast and take some food to Bulma!
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Lying in Kakkarot's bed, she felt some strong emotions surging through her. Anger, hate, jealousy. She could not place where they were coming from.
Deciding that she had laid dormant for too long, she got up and walked into the bathroom determined to take a shower.
'in the same bed…Saiyan! How could… do that! …little bitch… explaining…'
She spun around in the shower looking for whoever had been talking. Nobody was there. Shaking her head at her paranoia, she turned off the water to the shower and grabbed a big, fluffy towel. She wrapped it around her and exited the bathroom.
Without the chance to react, Bulma found herself pinned against the wall. Vegeta had his hand around her neck.
"Give me one good reason that I shouldn't kill your sorry ass right now?"
Bulma's stomach heaved. "V…Vegeta?"
"Well aren't we quick?"
"Vegeta, I…" she trailed off when his hand closed tighter around her neck.
"You what? You sneak aboard my ship and I find you in bed with Kakkarot?"
Her eyes widened. "You don't understand!"
His grip tightened again. "I don't understand? I don't fucking understand!" he yelled. "Let me tell you what I do understand. I understand you and Kakkarot sleeping in the same bed, and you wearing one of his fucking shirts!"
The door whooshed open and Kakkarot walked in holding a tray of food.
Dragging Bulma, who was still holding on to her towel, Vegeta shoved Kakkarot out of the way. "We'll finish this in my room."
Kakkarot dropped the tray and tried to stop Vegeta from leaving. "Vegeta! Wait!"
A glare from Vegeta stopped him from saying anymore. "When I'm through with her, I'll come and deal with you."
***AN – Uh oh! Vegeta's extremely pissed at finding them. But what's going to happen to Bulma? Is she going to be able to convince the Prince that they weren't doing anything?
I have another idea for a story. If you've read Torments of a Saiyan (if you haven't read it, then), you'll know that's kinda from Vegeta's POV. I was thinking of writing one from Bulma' POV called Torments of a Human… does it sound like something that would be good? Leave your ideas in the reviews please!
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