With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Five: Something To Tell You
One week later...
"I still can't beleive he actually sat down and ate lunch with me..." Bulma said while brushing her hair, sitting in front of a
bureau with large drawers and a big mirror on it. She watched the blue strands straighten out, and smiled. She liked to brush her hair...it
made her feel pretty, even if she knew she wasn't attractive at all. She put the bursh down, content, and walked to the door. When she
opened it, she jumped, finding Vegeta in the doorway. "How long have you been there?!" She gasped, thinking about how not three minutes
ago she'd just exclaimed how handsome she thought he was. She hoped he hadn't heard that.
"I just got here. I was about to knock." Vegeta said truthfully.
"Whew." Bulma sighed.
"You mind if I talk to you...?" Vegeta asked, giving her a strange look for the sigh of releif she'd just let out. Was there
something he should know about? Bulma nodded and stepped aside. "Come on in." She invited.
"Thanks." Vegeta said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "There's uh...something I have to say..." he trailed
off. Bulma sat on her bed, and Vegeta joined her. She watched him curiously, wodering what he was going to say. He sucked in as much
air as possible, then let it all out.
"What is it?" Bulma asked.
"I don't know how to say it, though..." Vegeta put a hand behind his head, and blushed slightly. He was sure she would laugh,
and he would find out it was all a joke she'd set up to see how gullible he really was. Maybe not, though. She seemed to be keeping a face
that was straight enough.
"Can you show me, then?" Bulma asked. She was confused...what was there that a Saiyan couldn't say? She'd always seen
Vegeta as a fearless, brave prince...but now, his hand was almost shaking, and he looked away, like it would all go away if he told her what
he wanted to say.
Vegeta's eyes widened at the thoght of showing her what he meant...those dreams would be a reality, then. Wasn't that what
he'd wanted, though? He'd thought about her so much over the time since his strange dreams. But she would probably slap him if her tried
to kiss her, Bulma had been going out with Yamcha for years, and refused to do more than hug him. "I can't."
"No?" Bulma said. "How will I know what you want to say, then? Please, please show me...I promise I won't laugh." Bulma tried to
make him feel confident about saying whatever it was he wanted to get out. She was very interested in where this conversation was going.
"You wouldn't get angry?" Vegeta hoped. If she promised, she couldn't blame him.
"I promise. Just let me in on this secret! I want to know!" Bulma smiled. What could go wrong? It wasn't like he was going to pull
a snake out of his pocket and let it poison her or anything weird...she was sure he wouldn't harm her.
"O-okay..." Vegeta's mind raced for how to do this. He'd rehearsed telling Bulma he loved her so many times in his head, but
he'd always assumed he'd have the courage to just say the three words. Now he had to show her, not tell her...
"Well?" Bulma was getting anxious...he was acting too suspenseful for her to comprehend. What was this secret!?
"You uh...have to...close your eyes." Vegeta remembered. She would freak out for sure if she saw him lean in about to kiss her,
with her eyes open and everything. This would go much more smoothly if her eyes were closed. Then he could dissappear before she
opened them again.
"Okay, I'm ready!" Bulma squeezed her eyelids shut and then loosened them. Her make-up would be messed up if she shut her
eyes too tightly. Vegeta almost laughed at her excited expression. She was so...cute. He hoped this wouldn't shock her too much, or he
might be out of a home for the next while.
"Don't talk." Vegeta inhaled, and hoped this went right.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Five: Something To Tell You
One week later...
"I still can't beleive he actually sat down and ate lunch with me..." Bulma said while brushing her hair, sitting in front of a
bureau with large drawers and a big mirror on it. She watched the blue strands straighten out, and smiled. She liked to brush her hair...it
made her feel pretty, even if she knew she wasn't attractive at all. She put the bursh down, content, and walked to the door. When she
opened it, she jumped, finding Vegeta in the doorway. "How long have you been there?!" She gasped, thinking about how not three minutes
ago she'd just exclaimed how handsome she thought he was. She hoped he hadn't heard that.
"I just got here. I was about to knock." Vegeta said truthfully.
"Whew." Bulma sighed.
"You mind if I talk to you...?" Vegeta asked, giving her a strange look for the sigh of releif she'd just let out. Was there
something he should know about? Bulma nodded and stepped aside. "Come on in." She invited.
"Thanks." Vegeta said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "There's uh...something I have to say..." he trailed
off. Bulma sat on her bed, and Vegeta joined her. She watched him curiously, wodering what he was going to say. He sucked in as much
air as possible, then let it all out.
"What is it?" Bulma asked.
"I don't know how to say it, though..." Vegeta put a hand behind his head, and blushed slightly. He was sure she would laugh,
and he would find out it was all a joke she'd set up to see how gullible he really was. Maybe not, though. She seemed to be keeping a face
that was straight enough.
"Can you show me, then?" Bulma asked. She was confused...what was there that a Saiyan couldn't say? She'd always seen
Vegeta as a fearless, brave prince...but now, his hand was almost shaking, and he looked away, like it would all go away if he told her what
he wanted to say.
Vegeta's eyes widened at the thoght of showing her what he meant...those dreams would be a reality, then. Wasn't that what
he'd wanted, though? He'd thought about her so much over the time since his strange dreams. But she would probably slap him if her tried
to kiss her, Bulma had been going out with Yamcha for years, and refused to do more than hug him. "I can't."
"No?" Bulma said. "How will I know what you want to say, then? Please, please show me...I promise I won't laugh." Bulma tried to
make him feel confident about saying whatever it was he wanted to get out. She was very interested in where this conversation was going.
"You wouldn't get angry?" Vegeta hoped. If she promised, she couldn't blame him.
"I promise. Just let me in on this secret! I want to know!" Bulma smiled. What could go wrong? It wasn't like he was going to pull
a snake out of his pocket and let it poison her or anything weird...she was sure he wouldn't harm her.
"O-okay..." Vegeta's mind raced for how to do this. He'd rehearsed telling Bulma he loved her so many times in his head, but
he'd always assumed he'd have the courage to just say the three words. Now he had to show her, not tell her...
"Well?" Bulma was getting anxious...he was acting too suspenseful for her to comprehend. What was this secret!?
"You uh...have to...close your eyes." Vegeta remembered. She would freak out for sure if she saw him lean in about to kiss her,
with her eyes open and everything. This would go much more smoothly if her eyes were closed. Then he could dissappear before she
opened them again.
"Okay, I'm ready!" Bulma squeezed her eyelids shut and then loosened them. Her make-up would be messed up if she shut her
eyes too tightly. Vegeta almost laughed at her excited expression. She was so...cute. He hoped this wouldn't shock her too much, or he
might be out of a home for the next while.
"Don't talk." Vegeta inhaled, and hoped this went right.