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Chapter 7: Not going well

The two slowly separated. Bulma looked at Vegeta, the Saiyan was blushing furiously.

"Um…well, uh."

"I need to train."

Vegeta got up off the floor and walked out the door. Bulma sighed. She then looked at the mess around her and groaned. It was going to take ages to clear it all up. She didn't know were her parents were. She guessed that her father was in his lab. Her mother was probably doing some gardening or shopping.

"I had better clean this up before either of them come in."

Sighing again she stood up and began searching for a mop.

Vegeta was taking himself through one of the toughest training regimes ever. He could still taste her. How could he have been so stupid? He had let himself show his emotions! He was furious with himself. He was being weak! He was the prince of Saiyans, he had no need for sentiment! He could admit to himself that he had feelings for the woman but so what, why couldn't he just ignore them? Vegeta didn't know that fighting love would be harder than becoming a Super Saiyan.

Bulma flopped down on the couch. She was exhausted. She and Vegeta had made a huge mess of the kitchen. It had taken her an hour to clean it all up. She picked up the remote and flipped on the television. She was watching some silly romantic comedy when the phone rang.

"Hello, Bulma Briefs speaking."

"Hi Bulma."

"Yamcha!"

"Uh yeah, well I was wondering, you see, well. Look Bulma, I have missed you and was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner?"

Bulma thought carefully about this offer. Sure she had been lonely lately however after this mornings incident she didn't know if seeing Yamcha again would be a good idea. She was sure that if she worked hard enough she could get Vegeta to open up some more.

"Um, well you see…"

"Are you seeing someone else?"

Yamcha sounded slightly hurt.

"Well um, yeah, kind of."

"Oh well, uh, see you some other time then."

"No Yamcha wait!"

It was too late, he had already hung up.

Bulma groaned, "He could have at least had the decency to hear me through. Men!"

She suddenly had an idea, "Bulma, you're a genius!"

She had worked out Vegeta would only open up if he was caught at a certain time, a time when he wasn't so focused on any of his goals. She laughed to herself. Well she knew a few ways to change what a guy was focussing on!

Dinnertime arrived and with it, Bulma's plan. She spun round checking herself in the mirror. Yes this dress was definitely the right one. It showed all of her curves and a slit in the side showed of her legs and quite a bit of cleavage could be seen as well.

She laughed, "Watch out Vegeta, you're in for a surprise!"

When Vegeta walked into the kitchen the first thing he noticed was Bulma. He blushed slightly and sat down resolving just to ignore her.

'It would be a lot easier if she wasn't wearing that damn dress.' He thought to himself.

So Vegeta began to eat keeping his head down avoiding eye contact with Bulma, much to her annoyance. Her parents came in a little later, her father had been busy in his lab and her mother had been shopping. This annoyed Bulma more because she had just been about to try and start a conversation with the Saiyan.

Her mother looked at her, "You're looking nice tonight, are you going somewhere?"

Bulma gestured to her plate, "Does it look like it?"

Sensing that Bulma was a little irritable, her mother decided not to question her further. She noticed then, that Vegeta had finished but as still staring at his plate, a slightly red tinge on his cheeks. Mrs Briefs looked over at her daughter again. Bulma was looking at the Saiyan with an angry expression on her face however Mrs Briefs could see there was something else there as well, she looked over at the blushing Vegeta and smiled widely as she put two and two together.

"Ah, young love!" she said loudly.

"Mom!"

"Well you do make a cute couple. What with Vegeta being so handsome and all. And you being my beautiful daughter!"

Vegeta decided enough was enough and decided to use this morning's excuse, "I need to train."

He got up and walked quickly out of the kitchen.

Bulma glared at her parents, which was unfair because her father had done nothing, then she too left. She stormed into her room and flung herself onto her bed. Was anything ever going to go right for her. She should have just accepted Yamcha's invitation. She then looked over to the phone on her bedside table.

"Let's just face it," she told herself. "A relationship with Vegeta isn't going to work."

She began dialling Yamcha's number, "Maybe I was too quick in my decision to stop going out with Yamcha, maybe if I give it another try."

Eventually someone answered the phone, however it wasn't Yamcha. It was a woman.

"I'm sorry but Yamcha can't come to the phone right now, he's a little busy."

Bulma didn't even say anything she just hung up. She then burst into tears. One minute he was asking her out the next, he was seeing someone else.

Vegeta walked into the house it was late. He quietly walked up the stairs then into his room. He decided to have a shower before he went to bed. He turned the temperature to medium. The cool water helped to relax him. When he had finished he stepped out and wrapped a towel round his waist. That was when he heard the crying. It sounded like Bulma. He growled angrily. Half of him wanted to ignore it but the other half wanted to see what was wrong with her, wanted to comfort her.

"I'm no good at comforting people."

He dried himself then put on a pair of boxers, turned off the light and got into bed. However he couldn't get to sleep, the crying kept him awake. After awhile it stopped.

"She must've cried herself to sleep." He figured. For some reason he regretted not gong to comfort her but it was too late now.

"Who cares anyway?" He said to himself. And with that he fell asleep.