With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-four: Mother's Home
"Hi, Mom! How are you?" Bulma opened the door at a quarter to six to find her mother on the doorstep with her suitcase, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "I'm fine, I guess...what about your father? Is he doing well being stored in the funeral home?" She sniffed.
"Yeah, he's perfectly okay. Let me take your bags for you." Bulma took the beige suitcase and led her mother into the living room. She plopped the bag down, and rubbed her hands. "Ow, heavy! What's in this?"
"Oh, just the normal stuff, honey." Mrs Breifs hadn't seemed to notice the weight of her luggage. Bulma wondered if the men who handled putting the baggage on the aircraft had to turn Super Saiyan to lift it. She looked around the room, and not finding who she'd been searching for, walked into the kitchen. "There you are, Vegeta. Could you take Mom's bag upstairs for me? It weighs a ton, but I bet it's no sweat for a strong guy like you." She said, patting his built up arms. He put down a bowl he'd been drinking soup from, and wiped his mouth. "Sure thing, Bulma. Be back shortly." He said, pecking her on the cheek as he left the room.
"What on Earth...?" Bulma's mother gaped at what had happened.
"What, Mom?" Bulma asked, pouring out a cup of coffee for herself from the full pot. "Want some?" She shook the beverage at her. "No thanks." Mrs. Breifs turned down the offer. "Did I just see you and Vegeta getting along?" She pondered.
"Yes, Mom." Bulma answered, putting a spoonful of sugar in her cup and stirring clockwise.
"But--he kissed you! Is there something I should know about?" Bulma's mother had her hands on her hips.
"I fell in love with Vegeta, and we're seeing each other." Bulma said quietly. She sat at the kitchen table with her mother, and sipped the hot drink while watching the other woman's eyes almost fall out of their sockets. "Well that's just...just wonderful, dear. I hope he loves you back..." She said.
"He loves me a lot. He's very protective, and took very good care of me while you were gone. Oh, uh, we're having a party tonight, Mom. Seven, I guess. Everyone's coming, if you're interested. We're going to have a blast." Bulma added a bit of information about the party after describing Vegeta's responsibilities he felt for the girl.
"Good for you and Vegeta. I hope you two are very happy together. I think I will join your little party, too, if you don't mind."
"Okay. I'm going to go upstairs and pick out my outfit. I would do the same if I were you, Mom, that dress should be strictly for travel, it's definitely not party material." Bulma commented, leaving the room. She headed up the stairs, and met Vegeta on his way down.
"You were right, that thing is unusually heavy." He smirked, putting his arms around her. "Did you mother take a hint from the kiss I gave you? Is she okay with 'us'?" He asked.
"She wishes us a happy relationship. Are you intending on being part of the party in that?" Bulma tugged at the dark blue training suit. He nodded. "I know you're changing. Have you picked out a winner yet?"
"Not yet. I'm just going to. You know where I am if you need me."
"Yeah."
"Why don't you talk to Mom while you're waiting?" Bulma suggested, taking another step up the stairs.
"Sure." Vegeta thought this was a bad idea, but why not humor his future mother-in-law? If he was going to be with Bulma, chances were he was going to see a lot of this blonde woman. He had better make a good impression on her. He walked into the kitchen, and sat across the table from Mrs. Breifs.
"Hello." He greeted.
"Why, hello, Vegeta. Are you coming to the party, too?" Mrs. Breifs asked politely.
"I am. Are you attending as well?"
"As a matter of fact, I am. I should go change now, excuse me." The woman left the room, abandoning Vegeta. He crossed his arms, and decided to think about what he could do to possibly remove Yajirobe from the party that evening.
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-four: Mother's Home
"Hi, Mom! How are you?" Bulma opened the door at a quarter to six to find her mother on the doorstep with her suitcase, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "I'm fine, I guess...what about your father? Is he doing well being stored in the funeral home?" She sniffed.
"Yeah, he's perfectly okay. Let me take your bags for you." Bulma took the beige suitcase and led her mother into the living room. She plopped the bag down, and rubbed her hands. "Ow, heavy! What's in this?"
"Oh, just the normal stuff, honey." Mrs Breifs hadn't seemed to notice the weight of her luggage. Bulma wondered if the men who handled putting the baggage on the aircraft had to turn Super Saiyan to lift it. She looked around the room, and not finding who she'd been searching for, walked into the kitchen. "There you are, Vegeta. Could you take Mom's bag upstairs for me? It weighs a ton, but I bet it's no sweat for a strong guy like you." She said, patting his built up arms. He put down a bowl he'd been drinking soup from, and wiped his mouth. "Sure thing, Bulma. Be back shortly." He said, pecking her on the cheek as he left the room.
"What on Earth...?" Bulma's mother gaped at what had happened.
"What, Mom?" Bulma asked, pouring out a cup of coffee for herself from the full pot. "Want some?" She shook the beverage at her. "No thanks." Mrs. Breifs turned down the offer. "Did I just see you and Vegeta getting along?" She pondered.
"Yes, Mom." Bulma answered, putting a spoonful of sugar in her cup and stirring clockwise.
"But--he kissed you! Is there something I should know about?" Bulma's mother had her hands on her hips.
"I fell in love with Vegeta, and we're seeing each other." Bulma said quietly. She sat at the kitchen table with her mother, and sipped the hot drink while watching the other woman's eyes almost fall out of their sockets. "Well that's just...just wonderful, dear. I hope he loves you back..." She said.
"He loves me a lot. He's very protective, and took very good care of me while you were gone. Oh, uh, we're having a party tonight, Mom. Seven, I guess. Everyone's coming, if you're interested. We're going to have a blast." Bulma added a bit of information about the party after describing Vegeta's responsibilities he felt for the girl.
"Good for you and Vegeta. I hope you two are very happy together. I think I will join your little party, too, if you don't mind."
"Okay. I'm going to go upstairs and pick out my outfit. I would do the same if I were you, Mom, that dress should be strictly for travel, it's definitely not party material." Bulma commented, leaving the room. She headed up the stairs, and met Vegeta on his way down.
"You were right, that thing is unusually heavy." He smirked, putting his arms around her. "Did you mother take a hint from the kiss I gave you? Is she okay with 'us'?" He asked.
"She wishes us a happy relationship. Are you intending on being part of the party in that?" Bulma tugged at the dark blue training suit. He nodded. "I know you're changing. Have you picked out a winner yet?"
"Not yet. I'm just going to. You know where I am if you need me."
"Yeah."
"Why don't you talk to Mom while you're waiting?" Bulma suggested, taking another step up the stairs.
"Sure." Vegeta thought this was a bad idea, but why not humor his future mother-in-law? If he was going to be with Bulma, chances were he was going to see a lot of this blonde woman. He had better make a good impression on her. He walked into the kitchen, and sat across the table from Mrs. Breifs.
"Hello." He greeted.
"Why, hello, Vegeta. Are you coming to the party, too?" Mrs. Breifs asked politely.
"I am. Are you attending as well?"
"As a matter of fact, I am. I should go change now, excuse me." The woman left the room, abandoning Vegeta. He crossed his arms, and decided to think about what he could do to possibly remove Yajirobe from the party that evening.