Life at Capsule Corp

Chapter 4

Bulma awoke alone. Stretching to get the kinks out of her back, she silently cursed the absent Saiyajin; she knew exactly where he'd gone. Storming out to the new gravity room, she shut down the power from outside and was rewarded by an outraged yell from inside,

"WOOOO-MAAAAAANNN!!!!!"

Bulma giggled, yelled back, "Well you should have stayed in bed!" locked off the power so he couldn't reboot the system and ran back to the house before he could come out and beat her to a pulp.

Hurtling into the living room and grabbing the book she'd discarded the day before, she threw herself into a chair and settled down innocently just in time.

Vegeta slammed into the room, bandages dangling comically from his bruised body and stomped over to Bulma. Stopping directly in front of her, he put his hands on his hips.

Without looking up, Bulma turned a page in her book,

"Can I help you?"

"What did you do that for?"

"Do what?" she turned another page;

"Turn off the power."

"What power?" she licked her thumb.

Vegeta balled his fists at his sides and fought to keep the volume of his voice under control.

"The power to the gravity room." Ho spoke through gritted teeth.

Still not looking up, Bulma turned another page,

"Don't know what you're talking about."

With an angry growl, Vegeta snatched the book from her hands and bent down to thrust his face in hers,

"YOU'RE INFURIATING!"

Bulma looked blankly up at him,

"And you're hurt and need to rest."

Clenching his jaw in anger, he barred his teeth,

"I'm. Fine."

Bulma slowly extended a finger and poked him firmly in a broken rib. With a weak cry, he crumpled in pain and fell to his knees before her.

"See?"

Vegeta panted through the pain,

"I'm…huh…fine. It's just…huh…a flesh wound."

She leaned over again and pressed two fingers into his shoulder. This time he fell back with a louder cry and lay sprawled on the carpet. Bulma got up, moved around and knelt beside him, before speaking softly,

"Now do you see?"

Vegeta's face was screwed up in pain,

"O-okay…you win."

She smiled,

"This isn't a competition, Vegeta. I don't have the regen chamber design finalised yet so until I do, you need to rest when you mess yourself up."

He managed a weak smile and tried to push himself up into a seated position. When his arm gave and he fell back, Bulma slipped her arm beneath his shoulders to help.

Working to get him upright brought their heads very close together, and when he tilted sideways to get better leverage, their lips accidentally brushed.

Two sets of eyes widened in surprise as they stared at each other in shock. Bulma unconsciously went to lick her lips and ended up running her tongue along his, making him gasp in surprise.

Mistaking his gasp for a sigh, Bulma – after a moments hesitation – gently pressed her lips to his. Vegeta responded to the tentative touch with a real sigh, but just as his eyes started to drift shut, he caught himself and shoved her rudely off him before snapping,

"I'm fine, I'll do it myself."

Bulma sat back on her heels, blushing furiously and watched as he struggled to his feet.

"Vegeta, I –"

"Forget it," he growled, fire in his eyes.

How dare she? How dare she presume? Had she forgotten who he was? He tried to march from the room but could only manage a feeble limp, throwing back over his shoulder,

"Finish the tank unless you want to be blown up by the androids."

After he'd gone, Bulma sat where she was for a moment. What had all that been about? She shook her head as she got to her feet; men on their own were weird, Saiyajin men were just plain odd.

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