Punch "Hey, Bulma, I really like you…"
Kick "Bulma, Hi. Look, I was thinking…"
Sweep "I sound…"
Uppercut "Like a…"
Roundhouse "Ningen!"
Vegeta stopped and picked up his towel. He was finally well enough to train, and not a moment too soon as far as he was concerned. All this inactivity meant that he wasn't going to bed exhausted, and that meant he dreamt; a lot; about Bulma. He kept waking up either humping his mattress or lying in a small pool of sticky fluid and it was driving him crazy. It was embarrassing trying to sneak his soiled sheets into the wash without anyone noticing; he felt like a horny teenager.
It had been a week since the episode with Kakarrot outside his room; every day since had been torture and the dreams were getting worse. He wasn't sure about his own feelings, he didn't know if she felt anything for him, and even if he did like her, his damn pride kept getting in the way.
And there was another thing stopping him from approaching her; on Vegetasei he had free choice of any Saiyajin in court and none would dare refuse him. To be fair, none would want to, most Saiyajin males were very hairy and bulky and looked like they'd been hit in the face a few too many times with the ugly stick. Vegeta's familial line – and Bardock's for that matter – were oddities in comparison: every male member of the two families had exquisitely sculpted features, compact frames, and in the case of the royal line, beautifully deep olive skin. In fact Vegeta suspected that Kakarrot was related to him in a very distant manner, but he wasn't about to tell him that. Back on Vegetasei the Prince would have been a fine catch for any potential mate: he had power, wealth, strength, beauty and elegance on his side; who could say no? The problem was that here, someone could say no, Bulma could say no, he could be rejected and quite frankly he was terrified.
Feeling a sudden flare of ki not his own, Vegeta tensed and dropped into stance just as Goku popped into existence in the middle of the training room.
"Kakarrot! Would you please stop doing that?" He relaxed.
The hand went behind the head, "Ha ha, sorry, Vegeta."
Vegeta straightened with a huff and moved to the computer to turn the gravity off, "What can I do for you, Kakarrot?"
"Did you talk to her yet?"
Vegeta whirled with a noise of frustration to glare at the other man, "Is that all you came her for, to coerce me into knocking you through the wall? Because I assure you, no coercion is required!"
Putting up both hands in surrender, Goku backed away from the rabid prince, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" and ran to the house. Vegeta wiped the sweat from his body as he watched the retreating Saiyajin.
His eyes narrowed, the third class was up to something.
A/N
Sorry boys and girls, just a short chappy this time, but worry not, the good stuff happens in the next instalment!
Next time: Goku puts his plan into action and Vegeta gets a nasty shock.
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