Now, I know this chapter is shorter than normal, but the next chapter is much longer than normal. I'm still editing it, but it'll be posted by the end of the week. Hopefully. Anyway, I had a lot of fun in this chapter with Bulma's mom. Enjoy!
Bulma's eyes flew open. Instead of dwelling on the fact that she wasn't in her room, she stumbled from a chair over to Vegeta's bedside as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. His face was damp as he thrashed about, muttering something incomprehensible.
'Not again,' she thought to herself as she knelt down over him. 'I didn't realize that his past was this haunting.' "Shh…I'm here now. What's wrong?" she said as she gently massaged his temple. His empty eyes stared straight ahead at the wall, desperately searching for something.
"Where are they?" he whispered.
"Who?"
"Everyone. Nothing's left. It's all gone…."
"It's okay—"
"No!" Vegeta sat up quickly. "They're dead. It's my fault. I wasn't here…I wasn't here…." He groaned and fell back onto his bed, still muttering the phrase over and over.
"It's not your fault. You just would've died too."
He turned to look at her, self-disgust evident in his eyes. "I would have died with honor. But now…." he started to speak in another language and shook his head angrily, frantically. There was nothing for Bulma to do except wait, so she did, rubbing his cheek to keep him calm. He eventually started to sleep again.
Bulma was about to go back to her own bed when one tear rolled from his eye onto her hand. Shocked, she examined it. She was so absorbed in this tear, she didn't notice Vegeta's movement until it was too late. He wrapped his hand around her wrist, preventing her from leaving.
Bulma blushed in the darkness as she tried to pull away. 'I can't believe this is happening!' Finally, for lack of escape methods and want of sleep, she unwillingly climbed into his bed, attempting to stay as far away as possible from the Prince.
She was denied that right, too. Vegeta slipped an arm under her waist and pulled her closer, kissing the curve of her neck softly before settling back down, resting his head on hers.
Bulma felt the spot where he kissed her, surprised by his sudden tenderness. 'And to think he's doing this in his sleep,' Bulma thought bitterly as she tried to make herself comfortable. Amazingly, it was a very easy thing to do. 'At least he isn't contagious,' she told herself, yawning. She quickly fell asleep in his arms.
A loud noise awoke her in the morning.
"Huh?" she yawned as she stretched her arms and arched her back. When Bulma finally opened her eyes, she was staring into black ones. "Yipe!" She jumped backwards, further onto the bed. Vegeta was bending over her with a quilt wrapped around his shoulders, looking pissed.
"What are you doing, woman?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm STRETCHING!"
"I can see that!" He turned his head away to cough before continuing, "I meant 'what are you doing in my bed?'."
"YOU'RE the one who wouldn't let me go last night."
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "I have no recollection of any such thing."
"You were sleeping when it happened."
He frowned again, straightening his body before asking her suspiciously, "When what happened?"
Bulma paused, her mind racing over the possible answers: the delirious rant, the single tear, the kiss on her neck…. "Nothing," she lied.
Even though he was wearing his trademark frown, a look of relief swept over Vegeta's face. Bulma stretched again before climbing out of his bed.
"Now you need your rest," she told him, "so get back in there." He narrowed his eyes and said a few choice words before lying back down, watching her leave the room. 'Crazy bitch,' he thought to himself, but the scent that hung on his pillow made him think otherwise…. He threw it off the bed in frustration. 'What's wrong with me?'
Bulma was wandering towards her room when she ran into her mother, who was carrying a tray loaded with Vegeta's breakfast.
"Hi, dear!" she said cheerfully. "Did you fall asleep in Vegeta's room again?" Bulma nodded slowly. "Oh, that's nice. I'm so glad you're taking care of him." For some odd reason, Bulma's mom smiled wickedly after she said that. "You know, if I wasn't married, I would be helping a lot more, too."
Bulma looked at her mother strangely. "What do you mean?"
"You didn't notice?" Bulma's mom laughed delightedly. "Vegeta's just SO sexy and handsome. And have you checked out his ass?"
"Mother!"
"What? I'm only telling the truth."
"Those aren't the things I like to think about this early in the morning."
'Mom' gave her a mischievous grin. "SURE they aren't. Just do me a favor. The next time he walks by, get a GOOD look at his derriere. Someone should really change that 'Bad Ass' shirt to 'Cute Ass'." Bulma blushed and glared at her mother, but Mrs. Briefs only giggled in response before walking merrily down the hallway.
'Ug!' Bulma thought as she entered her room. 'I can't BELIEVE that Mom tells me these things. It's a good thing she didn't go into Vegeta's room earlier. I wonder what she would've thought if she caught me in his BED!'
Okay, I just wanted to know, what IS Mrs. Briefs' name? I've never seen it! I've only heard her referred to as 'Mom' or 'Bulma's mom'. Please help me out!