With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Three: Lunch Together
"Over at last!" Bulma sighed, walking quickly out of the stuffy discussion room where the entire Capsule Corporation staff including Dr. Breifs, who owned the company, had sat for nearly three hours talking about new marketing ideas and ways to increase sales. Bulma hurried to get her purse and a few things from her office, and walked gleefully out of the building to her capsule car. She started the engine and began to think out loud. "What should I do for Vegeta?" She asked herself. "He trains all day long, except for meals and a bath, so--that's it, I'll make him lunch, and we can eat together! I'll make all sorts of sweets, and of course lots of healthy food so he can get stronger, and I'll make lots for his big apetite! It's perfect!" She shouted while switching on the right turn signal to get on her street.
"Bulma, did you get anything out of that conference?" Dr. Breifs asked as the two met at the front door of the house. Bulma nodded. "It was very informative, Dad! I think it will help improve our company very much!" She lied, knowing that for most of the time she had thought only about Vegeta. She didn't know why, either. He was somewhat handsome, though...well, at least she thought so. "Good. I thought everyone would be bored to tears!" The old man laughed while going down the stairs to his basement lab. Bulma sighed and walked into the kitchen. She was going to make this food herself, without any of those maids' help. Hours had passed since Vegeta had entered the gravity room, and now he stopped to turn the knob again. But as he reached towards the dial, there was a knock on the heavy door of the room. He walked over to it and shoved it open. He was shocked to see Bulma there. She never interrupted him during his training, not after, the first month in, she had used the communications window on the projected screen to yell at him, and he'd yelled back just as fiercely before being knocked out and almost killed by one of the mechanical sparring partners Dr. Breifs had made. "What do you want?" He asked her.
"I...made you lunch." Bulma blushed slightly, again seeing him without a top on.
"You did?" Vegeta scratched his head. Why did she do that for him? Usually he skipped lunch because it was inconvenient, and nobody told him when it was ready, anyways. But Bulma had gone ahead and made him lunch today? Vegeta had a strange feeling this was connected to his dream the previous night for some reason.
"Yeah. Would you like to join me, before it gets cold?" Bulma offered, hoping that all her hard work wouldn't go to waste because of his arrogance. Vegeta nodded and picked up his shirt, which was on the floor nearby. He slipped it over his head and followed Bulma to a table outside the house, and sat down in one of the chairs. "I hope you like it, because I made it myself, without the maids or my mother." Bulma smiled.
"All for me...?" Vegeta stared at the large amount of food on the table. It all looked so good. He wondered how long it took for her to make it if she didn't have any assistance at all. He sat down across from Bulma, and looked confused. Did she know something he didn't?
"Uh-huh! I know you eat a lot, because you need the energy for your training, so I made lots." Bulma said. She dished out a small plate of salad for herself, and ate slowly and daintily. She tried to act extra polite, like Vegeta's opinion of her counted or something. Not like she cared or anything...
"T-thank you..." Vegeta managed, still taking in the sight of all she'd made for him.
"You're welcome! Now don't just sit there, eat something!" Bulma insisted. She watched him take a bite of a plate of noodes. He quickly finished it off, and smirked. "It's good." He commented, while serving himself a second plate. He cleared half the table's contents in a few minutes, before wiping his face with a napkin, and pausing to speak. Bulma laughed before he could get anything out. "You may eat as much as Goku, but you have much better table manners!"
"Uh..." Vegeta suddenly recalled the time Goku had almost swallowed his chopsticks. Bulma laughed again, and Vegeta remembered his question. "Why did you do all this for me?" He asked.
Bulma blushed. She seemed to be doing a lot of it that day. "Well, you seemed more angry with me today than any other time, like I did something. I don't know what I did, but I thought I would do something nice to make it up to you." She replied with pink cheeks.
"You are a very good cook, I'll give you that." Vegeta smiled.
"You really liked it?" Bulma asked. Was he lying?
"Of course I did. Only...I'm not angry with you." Vegeta admitted.
"You're not...?" Bulma looked up at him.
"No, why would I be?"
"I don't know, it's just..." "You were staring at me, so what? Then I stared at you--we were even. Now you made me lunch, so I'll have to do something for you in return." Vegeta reasoned. He was acting very out of character. He supposed it was because he'd thought about the dream all too much, and now he wanted to know what it would be like to really kiss her. Just once. Bulma turned cherry red, and put a hand behind her head. "You don't have to."
"I do, or else I will feel like I owe you something every time I think of lunch."
"Okay, then. You go back to training, and think of something nice to do, then. I have some work to get done." Bulma said, beginning the clean-up from the lunch. All she really had to do was put lids on everything and stack the dirty dishes, and was releived to only have to do that much. She'd assumed that Vegeta ate like Goku after a long period of training. He'd surprised her!
"Alright...I'll tell you when I think of it, then." Vegeta stood up, and walked back to the gravity room to continue his training. What would he do for her?
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Three: Lunch Together
"Over at last!" Bulma sighed, walking quickly out of the stuffy discussion room where the entire Capsule Corporation staff including Dr. Breifs, who owned the company, had sat for nearly three hours talking about new marketing ideas and ways to increase sales. Bulma hurried to get her purse and a few things from her office, and walked gleefully out of the building to her capsule car. She started the engine and began to think out loud. "What should I do for Vegeta?" She asked herself. "He trains all day long, except for meals and a bath, so--that's it, I'll make him lunch, and we can eat together! I'll make all sorts of sweets, and of course lots of healthy food so he can get stronger, and I'll make lots for his big apetite! It's perfect!" She shouted while switching on the right turn signal to get on her street.
"Bulma, did you get anything out of that conference?" Dr. Breifs asked as the two met at the front door of the house. Bulma nodded. "It was very informative, Dad! I think it will help improve our company very much!" She lied, knowing that for most of the time she had thought only about Vegeta. She didn't know why, either. He was somewhat handsome, though...well, at least she thought so. "Good. I thought everyone would be bored to tears!" The old man laughed while going down the stairs to his basement lab. Bulma sighed and walked into the kitchen. She was going to make this food herself, without any of those maids' help. Hours had passed since Vegeta had entered the gravity room, and now he stopped to turn the knob again. But as he reached towards the dial, there was a knock on the heavy door of the room. He walked over to it and shoved it open. He was shocked to see Bulma there. She never interrupted him during his training, not after, the first month in, she had used the communications window on the projected screen to yell at him, and he'd yelled back just as fiercely before being knocked out and almost killed by one of the mechanical sparring partners Dr. Breifs had made. "What do you want?" He asked her.
"I...made you lunch." Bulma blushed slightly, again seeing him without a top on.
"You did?" Vegeta scratched his head. Why did she do that for him? Usually he skipped lunch because it was inconvenient, and nobody told him when it was ready, anyways. But Bulma had gone ahead and made him lunch today? Vegeta had a strange feeling this was connected to his dream the previous night for some reason.
"Yeah. Would you like to join me, before it gets cold?" Bulma offered, hoping that all her hard work wouldn't go to waste because of his arrogance. Vegeta nodded and picked up his shirt, which was on the floor nearby. He slipped it over his head and followed Bulma to a table outside the house, and sat down in one of the chairs. "I hope you like it, because I made it myself, without the maids or my mother." Bulma smiled.
"All for me...?" Vegeta stared at the large amount of food on the table. It all looked so good. He wondered how long it took for her to make it if she didn't have any assistance at all. He sat down across from Bulma, and looked confused. Did she know something he didn't?
"Uh-huh! I know you eat a lot, because you need the energy for your training, so I made lots." Bulma said. She dished out a small plate of salad for herself, and ate slowly and daintily. She tried to act extra polite, like Vegeta's opinion of her counted or something. Not like she cared or anything...
"T-thank you..." Vegeta managed, still taking in the sight of all she'd made for him.
"You're welcome! Now don't just sit there, eat something!" Bulma insisted. She watched him take a bite of a plate of noodes. He quickly finished it off, and smirked. "It's good." He commented, while serving himself a second plate. He cleared half the table's contents in a few minutes, before wiping his face with a napkin, and pausing to speak. Bulma laughed before he could get anything out. "You may eat as much as Goku, but you have much better table manners!"
"Uh..." Vegeta suddenly recalled the time Goku had almost swallowed his chopsticks. Bulma laughed again, and Vegeta remembered his question. "Why did you do all this for me?" He asked.
Bulma blushed. She seemed to be doing a lot of it that day. "Well, you seemed more angry with me today than any other time, like I did something. I don't know what I did, but I thought I would do something nice to make it up to you." She replied with pink cheeks.
"You are a very good cook, I'll give you that." Vegeta smiled.
"You really liked it?" Bulma asked. Was he lying?
"Of course I did. Only...I'm not angry with you." Vegeta admitted.
"You're not...?" Bulma looked up at him.
"No, why would I be?"
"I don't know, it's just..." "You were staring at me, so what? Then I stared at you--we were even. Now you made me lunch, so I'll have to do something for you in return." Vegeta reasoned. He was acting very out of character. He supposed it was because he'd thought about the dream all too much, and now he wanted to know what it would be like to really kiss her. Just once. Bulma turned cherry red, and put a hand behind her head. "You don't have to."
"I do, or else I will feel like I owe you something every time I think of lunch."
"Okay, then. You go back to training, and think of something nice to do, then. I have some work to get done." Bulma said, beginning the clean-up from the lunch. All she really had to do was put lids on everything and stack the dirty dishes, and was releived to only have to do that much. She'd assumed that Vegeta ate like Goku after a long period of training. He'd surprised her!
"Alright...I'll tell you when I think of it, then." Vegeta stood up, and walked back to the gravity room to continue his training. What would he do for her?