With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-eight: They All Know
Bulma stared at Vegeta's extended hand thoughtfully, almost in hesitation. He really wanted to dance with her? It was an opportunity she would not intend to pass by--this was too exciting! She smiled, and accepted the offer. "Of course I'll dance with you." She said. Vegeta blushed, looking down at his feet, then took Bulma's hand. "I've never danced with someone before, you know." He said, leading her more onto the dance floor.
"That's okay. I'm not very good at it myself, so we can relearn it together. It's been a while for me." Bulma admitted, putting her arms around Vegeta's neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He felt somewhat embarrassed, as they were in a room stuffed full with people, but shook off the feeling as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Bulma laughed. "You really are uneasy about this, aren't you?"
"What?"
"I can feel your heartbeat. It's faster, now."
"..." Vegeta could say nothing. Bulma had a way of silencing him, and she'd always made his heart skip a beat. So it wasn't irregular that his pulse would excite as she embraced him in front of others. If she was surprised about this, she should have checked his heart when he'd kissed her that first time. It was like a racehorse's, and he'd thought he was going to have a heart attack.
The couple swayed gently to the soft piano music accompanied by a female alto singer, and someone dimmed the lights in the room for emphasis.
"What the hell?!" Piccolo, a glass of water in hand, almost spilled it on his cape and purple apparel as he saw something he'd never even imagined. He shut his eyes, rubbing them with a closed fist, then peered at what he'd seen again. "What's going on?!" He asked no person in particular, staring with a dropped jaw.
"Piccolo? What's wrong?" Gohan tugged at his teacher's pant leg, too short to see over the crowds.
"I don't believe it! Bulma...and...and...Vegeta!" Piccolo tapped his head. It seemed as though the information did not compute.
"...Vegeta, do you love me?" Bulma asked, her eyes still closed.
"Of course I do. Why? Do you think otherwise?" The Saiyan answered quietly in her ear.
"Just...wondering." Bulma sighed.
"I don't understand." A confused look reached Vegeta's face.
"That's okay. Just as long as you love me." Bulma said shortly.
"Look, they're dancing now." Choutzu pointed at the couple they'd discovered were together only minutes ago. Tien looked up from a sandwich. "They're...what?" He blinked.
"Aren't they cute together?" Choutzu asked. He'd always liked seeing people happy with others. He was a more sensitive male than others. Tien nodded. "They do make a nice pair. I never realized how alike they are before...Bulma is always yelling, and Vegeta so arrogant...I'm surprised nobody saw it before!"
"Goku, you're stepping on my feet!" Chi-Chi grumbled, trying to dodge the clumsy footing of her husband.
"Sorry, Chi-Chi, I just can't seem to concentrate," Goku said, a faraway look in his eyes.
"You haven't been able to focus on anything since the day I met you! What is it that's distracting you this time?"
"Turn around and see for yourself." Goku said, halting their dance. Chi-Chi crossed her arms, and turned around. What she saw, although she knew about it, amazed her. "They're dancing together?" She winced. What an odd sight...
"They look so happy..." Goku smiled.
"Yet I have sore feet for loving you." Chi-Chi frowned. "Gee, Goku, even Vegeta dances better than you!" She pouted. Why couldn't she, for once, have a normal husband? He had to be so strong with everything he did, he was stepping on her feet with what seemed to be iron shoes.
"But look at them, Chi-Chi...they're so perfect together." Goku's unwavering attention was given to watching the couple dance. Many other pairs had stopped to see Bulma and Vegeta dance as well.
"Kami, I must be drunk! I'm seein' Vegeta dancin' with Bulma!" Yajirobe said, shaking his head, as if it would improve his mental condition. Korin laughed. "You see what I see, Yajirobe, and I have had not a drop of Sake!"
"But...this is so...weird!"
"Irregular, yes, but it is happening before your eyes, and you can do nothing about it!"
"You think so? I could break them up right now, if I liked!"
"Remember the last time you interfered with Vegeta's life? You almost killed yourself." Korin smirked.
"Oh, yeah..." Yajirobe ignored trying to remove a rusty blade from it's sheath on his hip.
The music ended soon after, and the radio station blanked out as rain interfered with the reception of the machine. A maid snapped the radio off before the high-pitched sound that was ongoing deafened everyone in the room. All sighed, and uncovered their ears. Piccolo had passed out from annoyance.
"Well, I guess that's it for dancing," Bulma said, finally letting go of Vegeta. He felt almost disappointed, not wanting to stop just then. But he could do nothing about it. It was somewhat of a relief, though, because he'd felt more than one pair--or set, in Tien's case--of eyes on his back as he continued his carefree actions, swaying gently with Bulma. Now he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Yeah..." he mumbled.
"Hey, do you want something to eat? I'm really hungry, right about now. I could use a piece of cake or something." Bulma perked up, remembering the large refreshments table in the back. "I'm sure Kakkarot has eaten everything already, though..." Vegeta said as Bulma took him by his hand and walked to the table. The Saiyan was only half right, though. There was still a large amount of food left. Chi-Chi had saved the party by telling Goku no more sweets for the night.
"Hey, this looks good...mm, you want some?" Bulma offered a forkful of chocolate cake to Vegeta.
"Why not?" He shrugged. He took the fork and downed the cake. "Hm..." he smiled, giving the fork back to Bulma, and took a piece for himself which would be impossible for any human to finish in one sitting without feeling extremely ill and having a stomach ache. He took large bites of it, until it was half gone. "You're right...this is very good." He finished the piece quickly, and helped himself to a second piece, just as large.
"My gosh, Vegeta's changed a lot, hasn't he?" Krillin said, walking over to make conversation with Goku. The Saiyan nodded in agreement. "He's so peaceful looking, now." He said, watching Bulma's fork go into Vegeta's mouth again. The blue-haired girl laughed, and put a dab of whipped cream from the cake's inner layer on his nose. He went cross-eyed trying to see it as he patted his face with a napkin, trying to get it off. He couldn't find it, and threw the napkin in the trash, whipped cream still on his face. Bulma laughed some more, and kissed the whipped cream away.
"Y'see that? He didn't even flinch! I wonder how they ever got together, and why they're so close now..." Krillin elbowed his friend. Goku rubbed his head when Chi-Chi hit him, yelling "why don't YOU ever share YOUR cake with ME, Goku?! Look, Vegeta's doing it, but you won't?!"
"I'm sorry, Chi-Chi, but I always lose my fork, and the cake is always gone before I can share any!" Goku apologized.
"I won't buy it, Goku! You just don't want other people to think you've got anything less than two hollow legs and a second stomach!" Chi-Chi yelled some more.
"Huh? Chi-Chi looks mad..." Bulma stopped, staring at her friend.
"I almost feel sorry for Kakkarot. His wife is so temperamental, I wonder how he puts up with her!" Vegeta smirked.
"Well I know I definitely feel bad for Goku...but I wonder what he did this time?" Bulma went back to her cake.
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For a long time, I didn't know what to do with the story after the last chapter. But hey, I pulled through and wrote you some more! I am going to hafta end it soon, though, I am running out of things to write here! And if I write much more than a few chapters for this, I will end up using all the romance writing in me, and won't be able to continue another story I just started, called 'through hallways'! That one's going to take some more time in the getting together department, so tune in if you like that stuff better. and...I think I have an idea for the next chapter--are you ready for it?!
Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Twenty-eight: They All Know
Bulma stared at Vegeta's extended hand thoughtfully, almost in hesitation. He really wanted to dance with her? It was an opportunity she would not intend to pass by--this was too exciting! She smiled, and accepted the offer. "Of course I'll dance with you." She said. Vegeta blushed, looking down at his feet, then took Bulma's hand. "I've never danced with someone before, you know." He said, leading her more onto the dance floor.
"That's okay. I'm not very good at it myself, so we can relearn it together. It's been a while for me." Bulma admitted, putting her arms around Vegeta's neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He felt somewhat embarrassed, as they were in a room stuffed full with people, but shook off the feeling as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Bulma laughed. "You really are uneasy about this, aren't you?"
"What?"
"I can feel your heartbeat. It's faster, now."
"..." Vegeta could say nothing. Bulma had a way of silencing him, and she'd always made his heart skip a beat. So it wasn't irregular that his pulse would excite as she embraced him in front of others. If she was surprised about this, she should have checked his heart when he'd kissed her that first time. It was like a racehorse's, and he'd thought he was going to have a heart attack.
The couple swayed gently to the soft piano music accompanied by a female alto singer, and someone dimmed the lights in the room for emphasis.
"What the hell?!" Piccolo, a glass of water in hand, almost spilled it on his cape and purple apparel as he saw something he'd never even imagined. He shut his eyes, rubbing them with a closed fist, then peered at what he'd seen again. "What's going on?!" He asked no person in particular, staring with a dropped jaw.
"Piccolo? What's wrong?" Gohan tugged at his teacher's pant leg, too short to see over the crowds.
"I don't believe it! Bulma...and...and...Vegeta!" Piccolo tapped his head. It seemed as though the information did not compute.
"...Vegeta, do you love me?" Bulma asked, her eyes still closed.
"Of course I do. Why? Do you think otherwise?" The Saiyan answered quietly in her ear.
"Just...wondering." Bulma sighed.
"I don't understand." A confused look reached Vegeta's face.
"That's okay. Just as long as you love me." Bulma said shortly.
"Look, they're dancing now." Choutzu pointed at the couple they'd discovered were together only minutes ago. Tien looked up from a sandwich. "They're...what?" He blinked.
"Aren't they cute together?" Choutzu asked. He'd always liked seeing people happy with others. He was a more sensitive male than others. Tien nodded. "They do make a nice pair. I never realized how alike they are before...Bulma is always yelling, and Vegeta so arrogant...I'm surprised nobody saw it before!"
"Goku, you're stepping on my feet!" Chi-Chi grumbled, trying to dodge the clumsy footing of her husband.
"Sorry, Chi-Chi, I just can't seem to concentrate," Goku said, a faraway look in his eyes.
"You haven't been able to focus on anything since the day I met you! What is it that's distracting you this time?"
"Turn around and see for yourself." Goku said, halting their dance. Chi-Chi crossed her arms, and turned around. What she saw, although she knew about it, amazed her. "They're dancing together?" She winced. What an odd sight...
"They look so happy..." Goku smiled.
"Yet I have sore feet for loving you." Chi-Chi frowned. "Gee, Goku, even Vegeta dances better than you!" She pouted. Why couldn't she, for once, have a normal husband? He had to be so strong with everything he did, he was stepping on her feet with what seemed to be iron shoes.
"But look at them, Chi-Chi...they're so perfect together." Goku's unwavering attention was given to watching the couple dance. Many other pairs had stopped to see Bulma and Vegeta dance as well.
"Kami, I must be drunk! I'm seein' Vegeta dancin' with Bulma!" Yajirobe said, shaking his head, as if it would improve his mental condition. Korin laughed. "You see what I see, Yajirobe, and I have had not a drop of Sake!"
"But...this is so...weird!"
"Irregular, yes, but it is happening before your eyes, and you can do nothing about it!"
"You think so? I could break them up right now, if I liked!"
"Remember the last time you interfered with Vegeta's life? You almost killed yourself." Korin smirked.
"Oh, yeah..." Yajirobe ignored trying to remove a rusty blade from it's sheath on his hip.
The music ended soon after, and the radio station blanked out as rain interfered with the reception of the machine. A maid snapped the radio off before the high-pitched sound that was ongoing deafened everyone in the room. All sighed, and uncovered their ears. Piccolo had passed out from annoyance.
"Well, I guess that's it for dancing," Bulma said, finally letting go of Vegeta. He felt almost disappointed, not wanting to stop just then. But he could do nothing about it. It was somewhat of a relief, though, because he'd felt more than one pair--or set, in Tien's case--of eyes on his back as he continued his carefree actions, swaying gently with Bulma. Now he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Yeah..." he mumbled.
"Hey, do you want something to eat? I'm really hungry, right about now. I could use a piece of cake or something." Bulma perked up, remembering the large refreshments table in the back. "I'm sure Kakkarot has eaten everything already, though..." Vegeta said as Bulma took him by his hand and walked to the table. The Saiyan was only half right, though. There was still a large amount of food left. Chi-Chi had saved the party by telling Goku no more sweets for the night.
"Hey, this looks good...mm, you want some?" Bulma offered a forkful of chocolate cake to Vegeta.
"Why not?" He shrugged. He took the fork and downed the cake. "Hm..." he smiled, giving the fork back to Bulma, and took a piece for himself which would be impossible for any human to finish in one sitting without feeling extremely ill and having a stomach ache. He took large bites of it, until it was half gone. "You're right...this is very good." He finished the piece quickly, and helped himself to a second piece, just as large.
"My gosh, Vegeta's changed a lot, hasn't he?" Krillin said, walking over to make conversation with Goku. The Saiyan nodded in agreement. "He's so peaceful looking, now." He said, watching Bulma's fork go into Vegeta's mouth again. The blue-haired girl laughed, and put a dab of whipped cream from the cake's inner layer on his nose. He went cross-eyed trying to see it as he patted his face with a napkin, trying to get it off. He couldn't find it, and threw the napkin in the trash, whipped cream still on his face. Bulma laughed some more, and kissed the whipped cream away.
"Y'see that? He didn't even flinch! I wonder how they ever got together, and why they're so close now..." Krillin elbowed his friend. Goku rubbed his head when Chi-Chi hit him, yelling "why don't YOU ever share YOUR cake with ME, Goku?! Look, Vegeta's doing it, but you won't?!"
"I'm sorry, Chi-Chi, but I always lose my fork, and the cake is always gone before I can share any!" Goku apologized.
"I won't buy it, Goku! You just don't want other people to think you've got anything less than two hollow legs and a second stomach!" Chi-Chi yelled some more.
"Huh? Chi-Chi looks mad..." Bulma stopped, staring at her friend.
"I almost feel sorry for Kakkarot. His wife is so temperamental, I wonder how he puts up with her!" Vegeta smirked.
"Well I know I definitely feel bad for Goku...but I wonder what he did this time?" Bulma went back to her cake.
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For a long time, I didn't know what to do with the story after the last chapter. But hey, I pulled through and wrote you some more! I am going to hafta end it soon, though, I am running out of things to write here! And if I write much more than a few chapters for this, I will end up using all the romance writing in me, and won't be able to continue another story I just started, called 'through hallways'! That one's going to take some more time in the getting together department, so tune in if you like that stuff better. and...I think I have an idea for the next chapter--are you ready for it?!
Kai