Chapter Three

Promise Me

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PS: I don't own DBZ.

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"Buruma-chan," Vegeta whined softly. "I don' wanna go to the park..."

"You can make sandy castles with me!" Bulma stated.

"I don't like sand," he pouted, crossing his arms across his chest.

Bulma whispered something in his ear that had him in the car and in his seatbelt in a jiffy. Her mother was right; the key to a man's heart was a good bribe full of lots of sweets and chocolate ice cream. Bulma had gotten used to her Saiyan "name" Buruma, but it was more or less a secret between the two on why Vegeta called her Buruma-chan.

"TICKLE ATTACK!" Vegeta yelled as he tickled Bulma as the car moved toward the park.

Bulma giggled and kicked, telling him that wasn't fair. He just giggled back, his bangs bouncing happily as he smiled a full-toothed smile. As they neared the park, Vegeta had a bad feeling wash over him but he shrugged it off since it was his first time at a park.

"I'm gonna go play over there," Bulma pointed to a free spot in the sand.

"'Kay," Vegeta said, eyeing the slide. "I'ma slide lots and lots!"

"Be careful kids," Mrs. Briefs warned, heading toward her usual bench.

Vegeta started his assault on the innocent slide, having more and more fun each time he went down the bright orange, static-y slide. Bulma sat having fun in the sand, making strange mounds, putting small sticks in the tops and calling them castles. A foot came slamming down on her newly finished castle, causing her to yelp in surprise. She looked up to see the park bully, Chad Wickworm, an eight year old with a hatred for the younger kids "stealing his sand".

"What'cha doin?" the red head asked semi-innocently.

"I was buildin' castles 'til you squished one," Bulma huffed angrily.

"Lemme help."

The bully kicked the sand into her face, getting some in her eyes and a lot in her sea foam hair. She began to cry, rubbing her eyes, trying to get the annoying sand out. Vegeta heard Bulma crying and hopped off the slide, only to find some bigger kid hovering over her kicking sand on her and knocking over her castles. He ran over to where she was, but stopped dead as the kid glared at him.

"What do you want?" the kid snapped.

"Leave her alone," Vegeta stated solidly.

The kid kicked more sand onto the sobbing Bulma. Vegeta's shoulder slid upwards as his anger increased.

"Leave her alone," Vegeta warned.

"And if I don't?" the kid teased.

Bulma continued to sob but softer now, the sand now from her eyes, her big blue eyes staring at Vegeta. Vegeta's chubby hands turned into fists.

"I'ma beat you up," Vegeta said stoically.

"What? Some scrawny brat like you?" the kid teased.

Vegeta watched as the kid took a handful of Bulma's hair. Bulma yelped, Vegeta's little fists began to turn red, his knuckles white.

"That's it!" Vegeta yelled, plowing his fist into the boy's face.

Normally, a blow from a five-year-old would not have hurt the older boy but Vegeta was no ordinary boy, he was a Saiyan and Saiyans were the strongest warriors in the universe! And no one picked on his Buruma-chan, NO ONE!

Bulma sniffled as Vegeta walked over to her and helped her up.

"You okay?" Vegeta asked her, brushing the sand off her clothes.

"Uh-uh," she shook her head.

"I'm sorry he hurt you, he won't do it no more."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Bulma sniffled again, a small smile breaking on her face. Her smile turned to a frown when the boy's father came over screaming his head off.

"What the hell did you do to my boy!?" the father screamed at Vegeta.

Vegeta put Bulma behind him protectively.

"He was pickin' on my friend," Vegeta said, looking up at the much taller man.

The man grabbed Vegeta by his collar. Vegeta's eyes turned to slits of danger. Mrs. Briefs came over at the point to stop the stare off between the child and the parent of the child that had picked on her baby girl.

"Harry Wickworm, you leave this young man alone! He was protecting my daughter from your bully of a son! Now you leave this park and teach that boy some manners, besides that, I KNOW YOU SAW HIM PICKING ON BULMA!" Mrs. Briefs exploded.

The park went silent, the birds flew away, and suddenly, Vegeta knew where Bulma had gotten her temper. Harry and son weren't the ones to stick around when things got...hairy. The two bolted from the park, leaving a shocked Vegeta, a crying Bulma, and an angry Mrs. Briefs in their wake.

"Buruma-chan, don't cry," Vegeta said softly, pulling Bulma in for a hug.

"He hurt my feelings and pulled my hair and got sand in my eyes," she sobbed softly.

"I know, he's gone though. I kicked his butt for you."

Bulma gave a small giggle.

"You kicked his butt good," she smiled softly.

"Come on, let's get you two home, there's some yummy pastries waiting for you!" Mrs. Briefs said in her normal happy manner.

Vegeta's face brightened as he helped the sniffling Bulma to the car. They held hands the entire car ride back.

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After the pastries had been utterly defeated by the duo with a fast metabolism, Vegeta sat on the floor rubbing Bulma's feet gently.

"You're a good Vegeta," Bulma sighed softly.

Vegeta frowned sadly.

"'Smatter?" Bulma asked, popping another pastry into her mouth, the fluffy whipped cream missing almost completely.

"I didn't help sooner," his voice was sad.

"Vegeta-chan," Bulma said softly.

He looked up at her in time to see her lips touch his. He responded gently before pulling away. He turned his attention back to her feet.

"Make me 'nother promise," Bulma yawned softly.

"'Kay," Vegeta said, looking at her through his bangs.

"Promise you'll always help me when mean kids try to beat me up."

"I promise I'll always help you when mean kids try to beat you up."

"And, when we get older, promise you'll marry me," Bulma said dreamily.

"What's marry?" Vegeta asked, ignoring her feet completely.

"'Swhen two people who know each other a long time wanna be together forever and ever."

"I've only known you some weeks."

"That's why I said when we gets older, silly."

"I promise I'll marry you," he smiled, turning his attention back to her feet.

Bulma pulled her feet away from his hands, gently grasped his twitching tail, and gave him the petting of his life. He purred all night long.

"You're like a kitty!" Bulma giggled.

Vegeta smiled, he loved seeing his Buruma-chan happy.

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Oo It's so cute... it's hard to write!!! It's summer, so I have plenty of free time to come up with chapters, I can almost a chapter at least once every three days.

POAS