I don't own DBZ so please don't sue me or throw stuff…Hehe
Someone to watch over me…
The skyline over Satan City started to glow from artificial light as the sun started to set behind the mountains. The streets were kind of busy for being an early Thursday evening making the drive to the airport more of a challenge. Bulma stayed quiet, still upset from the phone call and the intrusion of Goku at the wrong possible moment ever. For all the time she had known the big loveable goof, he had impeccable timing for everything. She sat with a fat marker in hand and a stack of publicity photos on her lap signing every one of the fast as she could. With each picture signed, she tossed it to Yamcha who was getting pissed at her for attitude of just carelessly throwing the pictures and not speaking to him when he asked a question. Vegeta sat across from her staring at her with his arms crossed and the permanent scowl on his lips. Bulma would glance up from time to time to look at him and grin before going back to signing. She could tell he was just as pissed off as she was.
"Bulma, are you even listening to me?"
"Huh? What the hell do you want, Yamcha?" Bulma sighed out and threw another picture at him.
"I was telling you to stop throwing those at me."
"Well you are the one that wanted me to sign all of these. Why don't you do them, my fricken hand is cramping up now." She capped the pen and chucked it at him along with the rest of the pictures scattering amongst the inside of the limo. Vegeta snorted flashing a quirky grin of amusement. From the front you could hear Krillin, Tien, and Goku trying to suppress their laughter with every curse word Yamcha mumbled under his breath at her.
"What the hell is your problem, Bulma? That time of the month?" Bulma gasped, she never thought she'd have him asking her that ever.
"That is none of your business dick. Gawd you don't ask women that kind of shit, it's just like asking them how much they weigh."
"That was last week weakling." And with the comment from Vegeta, the look on her face turned from shock to horror. She didn't know weather to start yelling and carrying on or break down a cry with embarrassment.
"And how the hell do you know? You sneaking around checking for bombs in my bathroom?"
"I could smell it baka. Besides there is nothing interesting in your bathroom." That was all she needed to hear, the blush started from her toes to the top of her head.
"Just keep the hell out of my damn bathroom. Thanks for telling me that, I'll make sure to keep away from your keen sense of smell from now on." All she wanted to do now is find a nice deep hole and crawl in it. Talking about women things in front of men was something that shouldn't be done. She was happy the airport was finally coming into view which meant she could probably get away from them and lock herself in her own private room on the plane.
As soon as Tien parked the limo outside of the plane, Bulma barreled out of the limo and up the stairs and into the plane before anyone could blink. Vegeta just shook his head finding it funny how the onna's moods changed in the matter of seconds.
"Alright, who pissed her off this time?" Krillin asked getting his bags out of the trunk of the limo and tossing them to Goku to take onboard.
"That would be, Vegeta." Yamcha growled out as he retrieved his bag and pushed past Vegeta on his way up the stairs to the plane.
"You pissed her off again huh?" Goku gave a small laugh watching Vegeta grab his things and come up the stairs.
"I stated the truth to the weakling and she got all bitchy. Not my fault."
"You have much to learn about women, Vegeta."
"I know not to talk about their time of the month now." He stated quiet proudly as he entered the plane leaving Krillin, Goku, and Tien to laugh.
Bulma had indeed locked herself in her private room in the plane, too embarrassed to show her face around the guys. She relaxed back on her bed with music playing in her headset calming her nerves with the little turbulence that was encountered in the first few hours of flight.
"I hope ChiChi and Gohan's flight was better then this one." Goku whined as the plane bounced around some more making a few of them on edge.
"Kakarott, are you scared of a few bumps?"
"No Vegeta, I'm not. I'm scared of losing my dinner."
"Baka! Go sit someplace else then." Vegeta looked at Goku with disgust as Yamcha came from the cockpit.
"Bulma come out yet?"
"Why should she? You got some publicity stunt for her to do right now?"
"Krillin will you just zip it. Just making sure she's not spazing out with the turbulence. I think you remember the last flight we had that was bad?"
"You call a little screaming and some crying spazing out? What's this world coming to?"
Vegeta got sick of the three of them bicker about Bulma, so he got up and to appease himself to check on her. He slipped down the dark corridor to her room in the back and knocked on the door, something he rarely did. Growing impatient of stand there being ignored by the onna, he opened the door and barged right in. There she lay, sleeping like an angel as music still played in her headset. He rolled his eyes and stepped closer to her to take the headset off that looked uncomfortable to sleep in off and pull the blankets up on her. She stirred slightly and smiled in her sleep bringing a small smile to his face. He pulled off her tennis shoes tossing them to the floor beside the bed and lifted her legs to pull the blankets out from under her to cover her with. With his job complete he turned heading for the door only to be stopped by the sleepy voice on Bulma.
"Stay, please." He hesitated by the door for a minute before turning back towards her to sit on the bed next to her.
"You're not going to yell at me are you?" He asked cocking an eyebrow to her, remembering she was pretty upset with him and Yamcha in the limo. She shook her head and sighed, happy and content he was sitting next to her.
"The baka said you'd be 'spazing' out by now."
"Yamcha is an ass. I just don't like to fly in bad weather. And I don't spaz out, I just get scared." She answered with a yawn before snuggling down with her pillows again.
"Sleep onna, we still have another six hours on this slow ass plane." He went to get up but was met with resistances. Bulma had latched herself to his arm pulling him towards her.
"I know how we could pass the time." She said with a sly smile gracing her lips.
"You think?"
"Oh yeah."
