With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Two: Inapt Morning
The Sun, ready to start a new day, rose in the East and shone over the urban area, waking everyone in West City. Bulma stirred, squinting at the light that streamed in through the crack in her curtains, and threw back the covers. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, yawning, and hoped there would be a maid up to make her a big breakfast. Looking at her alarm clock, she saw it was only seven. She wasn't late for work yet. The only thing she had to do today was go to a big meeting and make sure she took adequate notes for one of her coworkers, who had to be out of town for a family gathering. Bulma's family never met up once a year or anything like that. "I hope this meeting isn't long," Bulma wished aloud while pulling a white T-shirt over her head and throwing it on the ground, putting on a different one in its place. She straightened it out and brushed a bit of dust off the shoulder, then exchanged her pink baggy pants for a pair of tight black jeans, which showed off her thin sides and curves. She looked in a mirror exactly her height on the back of her bedroom door, and smiled after giving her hair a quick brush. She pressed on a thin layer of pink lipstick, and threw her black trench coat over her shoulder while walking casually down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning Miss Bulma." Said a maid with blonde hair, who was washing the dishes. A second, with brown hair, was busy with something in a frying pan. "Ah, Bulma!" Dr. Breifs, behind a large newspaper, had already made it to the table, and was awaiting the most important meal of the day. Bulma smiled and hugged her father before taking a seat beside him. "Morning, Dad."
"I say, that does smell good. Be sure to make a lot of it, because when Vegeta wakes up, he's sure to want a lot of it." Dr. Breifs said to the maid. She nodded while flipping a few eggs and putting two slices of bread into the toaster. "Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, Vegeta had just woken up, and stayed quietly lying in his bed. "What was that dream I had last night?" He murmured. He sat up slowly, and held his head while his eyes focused. He decided to forget the dream. It would be a waste of time to think about it any further. He walked across the room, and opened the door, making his way to the kitchen without a shirt on. His gloves lay on the side table in his room, along with his boots and armor.
"Ah, good morning, Vegeta!" Dr. Breifs greeted his guest, who had stayed in the house with them for about a year now. Last May they had found out about the androids Dr. Gero would create, and now, they were into their second May since the news. Two more years to go. "Whatever..." Vegeta said, sitting down at the table and groaning. "Is breakfast going to be ready soon?" He looked at the maids. The blonde one shrugged, and the brunette nodded, pulling out three plates. She set one in front of each person at the table, Vegeta beside Bulma, and Bulma beside Dr. Breifs. "Is Mrs. Breifs awake yet?" She asked Bulma's father. "No, and I didn't want to wake her. It's her day off at work." Dr. Breifs said. A pot of coffee was placed in the middle of the table, along with three cups and the other ingredients used for making a good cup of morning coffee, such as sugar, cream, milk, and spoons to stir with.
"Thankyou." Dr. Breifs said, pouring out his own cup and fixing it to his liking. Bulma, in between the two men, saw Vegeta without his top on and turned pink, remembering the dream. He'd kissed her...she wondered if he would ever do that when they were awake. Or if he ever thought about her. It was a strange thing to think about, yet--
"What are you looking at?" Vegeta said coldly, looking at her over the rim of his coffee cup, which he took a large gulp from. Bulma shrugged, looked away, and blushed. "N-nothing." She said.
Vegeta gave her a stare. He looked her over, and found that she was very defined when it came to dips and curves. She looked like a full grown woman, though he was sure that age seventeen could not be that. She was still very young, like himself, being only twenty. A three year difference. Still, she was somewhat pretty, when he actually looked. Bulma realized his own staring, and pointed a finger at him. "If you are going to yell at me for staring at you, don't stare at me!" She complained. Vegeta quickly adverted his gaze from her, and directed his attention to the floor as he finished his morning coffee. He put the cup down on the table, and pushed his chair out. "I don't have time for this." He mumbled, walking out of the room towards the stairs. He would suit up, and go train for the day.
Hours later, Bulma found herself bored in a business meeting. While everyone else seemed to be taking in the information well enough, Bulma rested her cheek on her palm and zoned out, occasionally sighing. Her thoughts had turned to Vegeta. He was so rude that morning...even more rude than usual. Maybe she should do something for him when she got home.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Two: Inapt Morning
The Sun, ready to start a new day, rose in the East and shone over the urban area, waking everyone in West City. Bulma stirred, squinting at the light that streamed in through the crack in her curtains, and threw back the covers. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, yawning, and hoped there would be a maid up to make her a big breakfast. Looking at her alarm clock, she saw it was only seven. She wasn't late for work yet. The only thing she had to do today was go to a big meeting and make sure she took adequate notes for one of her coworkers, who had to be out of town for a family gathering. Bulma's family never met up once a year or anything like that. "I hope this meeting isn't long," Bulma wished aloud while pulling a white T-shirt over her head and throwing it on the ground, putting on a different one in its place. She straightened it out and brushed a bit of dust off the shoulder, then exchanged her pink baggy pants for a pair of tight black jeans, which showed off her thin sides and curves. She looked in a mirror exactly her height on the back of her bedroom door, and smiled after giving her hair a quick brush. She pressed on a thin layer of pink lipstick, and threw her black trench coat over her shoulder while walking casually down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning Miss Bulma." Said a maid with blonde hair, who was washing the dishes. A second, with brown hair, was busy with something in a frying pan. "Ah, Bulma!" Dr. Breifs, behind a large newspaper, had already made it to the table, and was awaiting the most important meal of the day. Bulma smiled and hugged her father before taking a seat beside him. "Morning, Dad."
"I say, that does smell good. Be sure to make a lot of it, because when Vegeta wakes up, he's sure to want a lot of it." Dr. Breifs said to the maid. She nodded while flipping a few eggs and putting two slices of bread into the toaster. "Yes, sir."
Meanwhile, Vegeta had just woken up, and stayed quietly lying in his bed. "What was that dream I had last night?" He murmured. He sat up slowly, and held his head while his eyes focused. He decided to forget the dream. It would be a waste of time to think about it any further. He walked across the room, and opened the door, making his way to the kitchen without a shirt on. His gloves lay on the side table in his room, along with his boots and armor.
"Ah, good morning, Vegeta!" Dr. Breifs greeted his guest, who had stayed in the house with them for about a year now. Last May they had found out about the androids Dr. Gero would create, and now, they were into their second May since the news. Two more years to go. "Whatever..." Vegeta said, sitting down at the table and groaning. "Is breakfast going to be ready soon?" He looked at the maids. The blonde one shrugged, and the brunette nodded, pulling out three plates. She set one in front of each person at the table, Vegeta beside Bulma, and Bulma beside Dr. Breifs. "Is Mrs. Breifs awake yet?" She asked Bulma's father. "No, and I didn't want to wake her. It's her day off at work." Dr. Breifs said. A pot of coffee was placed in the middle of the table, along with three cups and the other ingredients used for making a good cup of morning coffee, such as sugar, cream, milk, and spoons to stir with.
"Thankyou." Dr. Breifs said, pouring out his own cup and fixing it to his liking. Bulma, in between the two men, saw Vegeta without his top on and turned pink, remembering the dream. He'd kissed her...she wondered if he would ever do that when they were awake. Or if he ever thought about her. It was a strange thing to think about, yet--
"What are you looking at?" Vegeta said coldly, looking at her over the rim of his coffee cup, which he took a large gulp from. Bulma shrugged, looked away, and blushed. "N-nothing." She said.
Vegeta gave her a stare. He looked her over, and found that she was very defined when it came to dips and curves. She looked like a full grown woman, though he was sure that age seventeen could not be that. She was still very young, like himself, being only twenty. A three year difference. Still, she was somewhat pretty, when he actually looked. Bulma realized his own staring, and pointed a finger at him. "If you are going to yell at me for staring at you, don't stare at me!" She complained. Vegeta quickly adverted his gaze from her, and directed his attention to the floor as he finished his morning coffee. He put the cup down on the table, and pushed his chair out. "I don't have time for this." He mumbled, walking out of the room towards the stairs. He would suit up, and go train for the day.
Hours later, Bulma found herself bored in a business meeting. While everyone else seemed to be taking in the information well enough, Bulma rested her cheek on her palm and zoned out, occasionally sighing. Her thoughts had turned to Vegeta. He was so rude that morning...even more rude than usual. Maybe she should do something for him when she got home.