With You
By Kryptonite-Kai
Chapter Twenty-seven: Why Bother?
Vegeta sat on the bed, replaying what had happened in his mind, thinking on each word as if it might be someone's last. He pushed it aside. He'd have plenty of time after the party to think about the scene, as he and Bulma would most likely be spoken to by Mrs. Breifs, and all the other maids would probably know too. For now his job was to attend and co-host the party with Bulma.
Slipping his navy blue shirt over his head, he walked to the door and let himself downstairs. Seeing Bulma, he approached her as she scolded a maid. "Well?!" She yelled.
"What's going on here?" Vegeta asked, taking her hand in his, but looking around first to see that nobody saw. She smiled, then looked at the maid angrily. "She won't say anything! I asked her a question, and now she stands here stupidly!" Bulma crossed her arms. The maid shook herself from a daze, and breathed out before explaining. "I told nothing of the encounter to your mother, Mistress Bulma, I only said you'd be down shortly!" She pleaded. "Please, don't unemploy me, my family depends on this job!"
"Hm..." Bulma closed her eyes in silent fury, and thought. "What's your opinion, Vegeta?" She asked the man beside her.
"I think it is inappropriate to open doors to your mistress' room before knocking. There should be a lock installed to ensure the impertinence of these maids is not occurring again." Vegeta said, his actions mirroring Bulma's as he shook his head at the stunned maid.
"Well, should we fire her?" Bulma asked.
"No, but send her home immediately. She won't return until the weekend is through." Vegeta stated.
"I see. Good idea. Well, you heard the man, maid, don't come back until Monday!" She shooed the woman out of the door, shutting it behind her. She slapped her hands, as if brushing off some invisible dust, and smirked. "That takes care of that."
Vegeta stared blankly at Bulma. She just did what he thought he saw her do? Shove a maid out the door without a second thought as to what the consequences of such treatment to a servant might be, and slam the door? She had definitely picked up more than love from Vegeta.
"Bulma, I thought you'd never show up!" Tien called, walking across the dance floor, waving. Choutzu was close behind, nodding happily. "It's so good to see you!" He exclaimed.
"Likewise, Choutzu! Hey, Tien. Are you guys enjoying the party?" Bulma greeted them with a smile.
"Uh-huh! The food is delicious!" Choutzu nodded.
"Good! How about you, Tien?" Bulma asked. Tien didn't answer. He stared, shocked, at something below Bulma's hip. Her hand was still in Vegeta's. Tien watched Vegeta's fingers rub over the soft skin of Bulma's hand lovingly...this was news to him. "I uh...yeah...the party's...great." He mumbled.
Choutzu looked at his close friend with concern. "What's wrong, Tien?"
"N-Nothing, Choutzu, I just...nevermind. Anyways, it was good to see you, Bulma." Tien led the shorter male away, and tried to smile like he knew nothing of the sudden relationship.
"Was there something wrong with me?" Bulma asked Vegeta, confused.
"No, you're...perfect." Vegeta whispered. Then he saw Tien turn around with Choutzu from across the room, and point at the couple while whispering to his friend something, most likely about them. Choutzu's mouth took the shape of an 'o', and he nodded knowledgeably. Tien then wagged his finger at the smaller guy, and gave a stern look. Choutzu nodded again, brightening up, then laughing. It was like they knew some funny joke, and Vegeta wasn't in on it.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Vegeta asked Bulma.
"Who?" Bulma had forgotten about the two they'd just met with, and her eyes were wandering over the party, hoping everyone was having fun. She felt responsible if someone had otherwise feelings.
"Tien and Choutzu," Vegeta watched Bulma frown at Goku, who'd begun devouring everything on the table.
"Oh...I don't know. Why?"
"I think they know about us, Bulma...I'd rather they didn't." Vegeta said slowly.
"How would they possibly know we're in love, they haven't seen us for months!" Bulma laughed. Vegeta saw her sparkling blue eyes twinkle as she looked at his onyx iris'. "For one thing, we're holding hands for all to see. For two, we're standing closer to each other than anyone has witnessed before. And finally, we're speaking civilly with each other." Vegeta said.
"Well things change! And they'd better get used to it, because no matter who knows, I'll still be in love with you!" Bulma said.
Vegeta admired her boldness, and how she didn't fear people knowing of the sparks between herself and Vegeta. She would tell the world, if only Vegeta hadn't cared so much. Maybe it was time he loosened up, and allowed himself to enjoy Bulma's company without worrying about the others. After all, Bulma was right. They'd all find out one day, and there was nothing he could do about it. So why hide it now?
"You're right, Bulma." Vegeta nodded, wrapping the arm he wasn't holding Bulma's hand with around her waist. Bulma blushed, then put her own other arm over his, keeping it in place, as if she never wanted him to leave. Truth to be told, she didn't.
Mrs. Breifs sat in the kitchen, hearing the loud rock music in the party room suddenly switch stations to some soft music, and the room beside the parlor became quieter, as people paired off and began to dance. She put down the tea she'd been sipping, and had a sudden thought. "I wonder where Bulma went?" She pondered.
"Bulma, I hope you don't mind I changed the music." Chi-Chi said, walking over to the couple that stood to the side. Bulma smiled at sight of her friend. "Don't worry, the music was giving me a headache anywho. So go have a few dances with Goku!" She encouraged. Chi-Chi nodded and skipped off to find the Saiyan, who could be found stuffing his face at the refreshments table, along with many other males, who refused to dance with the girls they'd come with, or didn't have a girl to partner with.
"You have a headache?" Vegeta asked.
"Not any more. The music's quieter now."
"Do you like this music?"
"I find it relaxing, and very romantic." Bulma's eyes glittered.
"Oh?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Well, then, would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me?" Vegeta held out his hand, offering it to Bulma to take to begin a traditional slow- dance.
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Hooray for me, I'm finished my final exams for grade eight at last! [Skips about happily] I came home right after my last test, and typed typed typed! I worked until I produced this, the latest chapter (but certainly not the last) for With You! That's two happy things! Please review, it makes me smile! And you like a happy Kai to write the chapters, don't you? Yes! Because happy Kai writes good chapters, whereas angry pouty Kai kills off everyone and makes the chapters extra long, which bores readers and makes them uninterested! Blah!
Anyhow, I am on a long weekend, and after Tuesday, I have no more school for the summer, so updates will come much faster!
Kai
Please be aware I have changed my pen name to Kryptonite-Kai...yeah.
By Kryptonite-Kai
Chapter Twenty-seven: Why Bother?
Vegeta sat on the bed, replaying what had happened in his mind, thinking on each word as if it might be someone's last. He pushed it aside. He'd have plenty of time after the party to think about the scene, as he and Bulma would most likely be spoken to by Mrs. Breifs, and all the other maids would probably know too. For now his job was to attend and co-host the party with Bulma.
Slipping his navy blue shirt over his head, he walked to the door and let himself downstairs. Seeing Bulma, he approached her as she scolded a maid. "Well?!" She yelled.
"What's going on here?" Vegeta asked, taking her hand in his, but looking around first to see that nobody saw. She smiled, then looked at the maid angrily. "She won't say anything! I asked her a question, and now she stands here stupidly!" Bulma crossed her arms. The maid shook herself from a daze, and breathed out before explaining. "I told nothing of the encounter to your mother, Mistress Bulma, I only said you'd be down shortly!" She pleaded. "Please, don't unemploy me, my family depends on this job!"
"Hm..." Bulma closed her eyes in silent fury, and thought. "What's your opinion, Vegeta?" She asked the man beside her.
"I think it is inappropriate to open doors to your mistress' room before knocking. There should be a lock installed to ensure the impertinence of these maids is not occurring again." Vegeta said, his actions mirroring Bulma's as he shook his head at the stunned maid.
"Well, should we fire her?" Bulma asked.
"No, but send her home immediately. She won't return until the weekend is through." Vegeta stated.
"I see. Good idea. Well, you heard the man, maid, don't come back until Monday!" She shooed the woman out of the door, shutting it behind her. She slapped her hands, as if brushing off some invisible dust, and smirked. "That takes care of that."
Vegeta stared blankly at Bulma. She just did what he thought he saw her do? Shove a maid out the door without a second thought as to what the consequences of such treatment to a servant might be, and slam the door? She had definitely picked up more than love from Vegeta.
"Bulma, I thought you'd never show up!" Tien called, walking across the dance floor, waving. Choutzu was close behind, nodding happily. "It's so good to see you!" He exclaimed.
"Likewise, Choutzu! Hey, Tien. Are you guys enjoying the party?" Bulma greeted them with a smile.
"Uh-huh! The food is delicious!" Choutzu nodded.
"Good! How about you, Tien?" Bulma asked. Tien didn't answer. He stared, shocked, at something below Bulma's hip. Her hand was still in Vegeta's. Tien watched Vegeta's fingers rub over the soft skin of Bulma's hand lovingly...this was news to him. "I uh...yeah...the party's...great." He mumbled.
Choutzu looked at his close friend with concern. "What's wrong, Tien?"
"N-Nothing, Choutzu, I just...nevermind. Anyways, it was good to see you, Bulma." Tien led the shorter male away, and tried to smile like he knew nothing of the sudden relationship.
"Was there something wrong with me?" Bulma asked Vegeta, confused.
"No, you're...perfect." Vegeta whispered. Then he saw Tien turn around with Choutzu from across the room, and point at the couple while whispering to his friend something, most likely about them. Choutzu's mouth took the shape of an 'o', and he nodded knowledgeably. Tien then wagged his finger at the smaller guy, and gave a stern look. Choutzu nodded again, brightening up, then laughing. It was like they knew some funny joke, and Vegeta wasn't in on it.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Vegeta asked Bulma.
"Who?" Bulma had forgotten about the two they'd just met with, and her eyes were wandering over the party, hoping everyone was having fun. She felt responsible if someone had otherwise feelings.
"Tien and Choutzu," Vegeta watched Bulma frown at Goku, who'd begun devouring everything on the table.
"Oh...I don't know. Why?"
"I think they know about us, Bulma...I'd rather they didn't." Vegeta said slowly.
"How would they possibly know we're in love, they haven't seen us for months!" Bulma laughed. Vegeta saw her sparkling blue eyes twinkle as she looked at his onyx iris'. "For one thing, we're holding hands for all to see. For two, we're standing closer to each other than anyone has witnessed before. And finally, we're speaking civilly with each other." Vegeta said.
"Well things change! And they'd better get used to it, because no matter who knows, I'll still be in love with you!" Bulma said.
Vegeta admired her boldness, and how she didn't fear people knowing of the sparks between herself and Vegeta. She would tell the world, if only Vegeta hadn't cared so much. Maybe it was time he loosened up, and allowed himself to enjoy Bulma's company without worrying about the others. After all, Bulma was right. They'd all find out one day, and there was nothing he could do about it. So why hide it now?
"You're right, Bulma." Vegeta nodded, wrapping the arm he wasn't holding Bulma's hand with around her waist. Bulma blushed, then put her own other arm over his, keeping it in place, as if she never wanted him to leave. Truth to be told, she didn't.
Mrs. Breifs sat in the kitchen, hearing the loud rock music in the party room suddenly switch stations to some soft music, and the room beside the parlor became quieter, as people paired off and began to dance. She put down the tea she'd been sipping, and had a sudden thought. "I wonder where Bulma went?" She pondered.
"Bulma, I hope you don't mind I changed the music." Chi-Chi said, walking over to the couple that stood to the side. Bulma smiled at sight of her friend. "Don't worry, the music was giving me a headache anywho. So go have a few dances with Goku!" She encouraged. Chi-Chi nodded and skipped off to find the Saiyan, who could be found stuffing his face at the refreshments table, along with many other males, who refused to dance with the girls they'd come with, or didn't have a girl to partner with.
"You have a headache?" Vegeta asked.
"Not any more. The music's quieter now."
"Do you like this music?"
"I find it relaxing, and very romantic." Bulma's eyes glittered.
"Oh?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Well, then, would you give me the pleasure of dancing with me?" Vegeta held out his hand, offering it to Bulma to take to begin a traditional slow- dance.
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Hooray for me, I'm finished my final exams for grade eight at last! [Skips about happily] I came home right after my last test, and typed typed typed! I worked until I produced this, the latest chapter (but certainly not the last) for With You! That's two happy things! Please review, it makes me smile! And you like a happy Kai to write the chapters, don't you? Yes! Because happy Kai writes good chapters, whereas angry pouty Kai kills off everyone and makes the chapters extra long, which bores readers and makes them uninterested! Blah!
Anyhow, I am on a long weekend, and after Tuesday, I have no more school for the summer, so updates will come much faster!
Kai
Please be aware I have changed my pen name to Kryptonite-Kai...yeah.