Hey everyone it's me! I hope you all haven't missed me too much. I've
recently recovered from a serious writers block thanks to one person who
decided criticism is the best policy. Sometimes that just really gets to
you and it hurts right here *points to her heart* *sniff, sniff* But now
I'm back and ready for more!!! I know this chapter is a little short but
it's going to get much, much better. ~*Vegetas_woman*~
~*~* ON WITH THE SHOW.*~*~
There was a knock at the door when Vegeta's pride took total control once again and he pushed Bulma away from him. He looked down at her shocked face with a frown. "If anyone asks, this never happened." Vegeta said his voice was so deep when he said it that it almost sounded like a threat.
Bulma couldn't believe her ears; did the man she actually started to like just tell her that the wonderful embrace and warmth she had felt never existed? ~*of course, that's just it, it was so wonderful that it probably never did happen.*~ Bulma thought as she walked to her bedroom door with tears clouding her eyes. She opened the door and there was Goku with that all too familiar grin upon his face. When Vegeta saw who it was he simply stuck his nose in the air (which he did quite often) and quickly walked past both of them, out the door and down the stairs.
"Is everything ok in here?" Goku asked his smile fading and a look of worry spread across his face.
Bulma couldn't say anything, she couldn't believe the way Vegeta had acted towards her, one second he was surprisingly nice the next he was the king off all assholes. Bulma walked to her bed, lay down, buried her face in her pillow and cried uncontrollably. Goku didn't know what to do or say so he quietly shut the door and walked down stairs.
The next morning Bulma awoke to the bright sunshine coming through her window. She stretched; yawned, got up surprised she got such good sleep and decided to take a shower. After her shower Bulma went to her closet to pick out something to wear, she put on her favorite yellow dress, it fit nicely over her chest, hugged her tummy and flowed over her hips perfectly. She finished her outfit with yellow sandals and put her hair up in a ponytail with a yellow ribbon. Bulma checked herself over, winked at the mirror and pranced down the stairs.
Bulma could smell the scent of pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast for some reason, food never smelt so good. She walked into the kitchen where she found her mother placing three tall stacks of pancakes in front of a drooling Goku.
"Good morning dear, wow you look very pretty today doesn't she Goku?" Mrs. Briefs said in her usual ditzy voice.
"MMM-HMMM" Goku replied stuffing the food in his mouth.
Bulma couldn't help but blush. ~*I never noticed how absolutely adorable Goku looks when he eats.*~ Bulma thought to herself taking a seat across from him.
"Hungry?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she made a plate of food for her daughter.
"I think I'll just have my usual cereal with strawberries mom." Bulma said with a bright smile.
Just then, Vegeta walked into the kitchen and leaned against one of the walls with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Well Vegeta you're up late, are you hungry?" Mrs. Briefs said flirting with him as usual.
"I ate earlier." Vegeta snapped annoyed.
"So Bulma, how was your evening?" Mrs. Briefs asked changing the subject as she watched her daughter finish her cereal and clean her bowl off in the sink.
"It was fine mom, nothing unusual." Bulma said flashing her mom a fake smile.
"That's good dear." Mrs. Briefs said already bored with the conversation.
Vegeta stared at Bulma and gave her a "what the hell are you talking about" look.
Bulma walked past Vegeta slowly with a cold expression on her face, she stopped just before she past him and whispered in his ear "Don't look so surprised Vegeta, NOTHING happened remember?"
Vegeta growled and walked out the back door to his training room.
~*~* ON WITH THE SHOW.*~*~
There was a knock at the door when Vegeta's pride took total control once again and he pushed Bulma away from him. He looked down at her shocked face with a frown. "If anyone asks, this never happened." Vegeta said his voice was so deep when he said it that it almost sounded like a threat.
Bulma couldn't believe her ears; did the man she actually started to like just tell her that the wonderful embrace and warmth she had felt never existed? ~*of course, that's just it, it was so wonderful that it probably never did happen.*~ Bulma thought as she walked to her bedroom door with tears clouding her eyes. She opened the door and there was Goku with that all too familiar grin upon his face. When Vegeta saw who it was he simply stuck his nose in the air (which he did quite often) and quickly walked past both of them, out the door and down the stairs.
"Is everything ok in here?" Goku asked his smile fading and a look of worry spread across his face.
Bulma couldn't say anything, she couldn't believe the way Vegeta had acted towards her, one second he was surprisingly nice the next he was the king off all assholes. Bulma walked to her bed, lay down, buried her face in her pillow and cried uncontrollably. Goku didn't know what to do or say so he quietly shut the door and walked down stairs.
The next morning Bulma awoke to the bright sunshine coming through her window. She stretched; yawned, got up surprised she got such good sleep and decided to take a shower. After her shower Bulma went to her closet to pick out something to wear, she put on her favorite yellow dress, it fit nicely over her chest, hugged her tummy and flowed over her hips perfectly. She finished her outfit with yellow sandals and put her hair up in a ponytail with a yellow ribbon. Bulma checked herself over, winked at the mirror and pranced down the stairs.
Bulma could smell the scent of pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast for some reason, food never smelt so good. She walked into the kitchen where she found her mother placing three tall stacks of pancakes in front of a drooling Goku.
"Good morning dear, wow you look very pretty today doesn't she Goku?" Mrs. Briefs said in her usual ditzy voice.
"MMM-HMMM" Goku replied stuffing the food in his mouth.
Bulma couldn't help but blush. ~*I never noticed how absolutely adorable Goku looks when he eats.*~ Bulma thought to herself taking a seat across from him.
"Hungry?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she made a plate of food for her daughter.
"I think I'll just have my usual cereal with strawberries mom." Bulma said with a bright smile.
Just then, Vegeta walked into the kitchen and leaned against one of the walls with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Well Vegeta you're up late, are you hungry?" Mrs. Briefs said flirting with him as usual.
"I ate earlier." Vegeta snapped annoyed.
"So Bulma, how was your evening?" Mrs. Briefs asked changing the subject as she watched her daughter finish her cereal and clean her bowl off in the sink.
"It was fine mom, nothing unusual." Bulma said flashing her mom a fake smile.
"That's good dear." Mrs. Briefs said already bored with the conversation.
Vegeta stared at Bulma and gave her a "what the hell are you talking about" look.
Bulma walked past Vegeta slowly with a cold expression on her face, she stopped just before she past him and whispered in his ear "Don't look so surprised Vegeta, NOTHING happened remember?"
Vegeta growled and walked out the back door to his training room.