Chapter 7 - Afraid
"So, guys." Bulma said cheerfully, looking round the dinner table at all of her friends. "What d'you wanna do tonight?"
"How about we hit some bars!" Goku suggested through a mouthful of chicken. "We haven't done that yet."
"That's not a bad idea!" Bulma said enthusiastically. "I know this new place that's an all night foam party! Or me and Vegeta went to this place a couple of weeks ago, and they had free drinks for anyone who went with a date!"
"Er, how does that benefit you?" ChiChi asked curiously, looking at her friend. "You don't have a date! Not since you've ditched Yamcha."
"Honey," Goku said. "Didn't you hear what her and Vegeta said by the pond? Sure she's got a date!"
"WHAT!?" Vegeta roared, standing up, his chair crashing to the floor. "What was that about the pond?"
"What you said to Bulma when she pulled you out the pond." Goku told him, two chicken legs held barely an inch from his mouth.
"These morons were there?" Vegeta demanded, turning on Bulma. "Why did you let me say all that with them idiots present?"
"To be honest," Bulma said, standing up, "I was too busy worrying about whether or not you were okay to really care! The fact that I felt like I'd just been stabbed in the chest probably didn't help either!"
Vegeta stared at her.
"What the hell are you talking about, woman?" He demanded, praying he was putting two and two together and making eighty-three.
"When you decided to go all suicidal on me, my chest hurt. A lot." Bulma explained, shrugging.
"I'll see you later." Vegeta said suddenly, jumping up from the table as though it had just electrocuted him, and practically running from the room.
"Will you come to the club with us?" Bulma called after him, watching his flame-like hair disappear behind the doorframe.
"YES!" Vegeta yelled back from the hall.
*
Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's waist as they danced to the slow beat. Well, Vegeta didn't so much dance as sway slightly to the music. Bulma snuggled into Vegeta, enjoying the time they were spending together.
"Onna." Vegeta said gruffly. "I'm not a teddy bear you know. You've got one of those at home. I should know - I had it wrapped around my neck for long enough."
"Shut up, Vegeta." Bulma said, pulling Vegeta's face to meet hers in a brief but loving kiss. "Just let yourself relax for once."
*
Yamcha clenched his fists angrily, gritting his teeth as he watched Bulma and Vegeta dance. He had brought Gracie here because he liked the bubbles, but now he found himself furiously watching Vegeta and Bulma rather than having any fun himself.
Glancing around the club, he noticed the rest of the Z Warriors also watching the dancing couple. They didn't look angry, however. They looked stunned.
Snarling, Yamcha grabbed Gracie's arm and practically dragged hr out of the club.
*
Bulma and Vegeta fell into the room, Bulma giggling madly as she fell to the floor.
"Woman?" Vegeta said with a smirk. "Are you drunk?"
"No." Bulma said. "Just a little bit tipsy and really, really happy. And a little bit excited as well."
"Oh. What are you exci-" Vegeta was silenced as Bulma kissed him roughly.
"Vegeta." She said, slowly pulling him closer and closer to the bed. "Why did you storm off at dinner?"
Vegeta stared at her, shocked. She was asking him this now?
"I was afraid." Vegeta told her simply, stroking her cheek lightly.
"What were you afraid of?" Bulma asked him.
"I'll tell you later." Vegeta told her calmly. Bulma smiled and nodded as he leaned in to kiss her again.
*
Bulma opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the bright sunlight that spilled in through the curtains of her and Vegeta's bedroom. Turning her head sleepily, she found herself face to face with Vegeta, and the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. Not that she could have forgotten, considering they seemed to consist mainly of a tangle of limbs, and he had one leg draped lazily over her.
"Good morning." She said, rubbing her eyes.
"Hmph." Vegeta 'said', glancing down at her. Taking a deep breath, he untangled his legs from hers, and swung them over the side of the bed.
"Vegeta!" Bulma said, stopping him. "Hold on!"
"What do you want, woman?" Vegeta asked. "If you want some big morning after chat, sorry, but all I was after was a good lay."
"Yeah! Right!" Bulma snapped, sitting up angrily and clutching the duvet tightly around her. "You were just out for a good lay? That's really doubtful, considering it was your first lay! What was it you were saying about Saiyans not throwing their bodies around?"
"Leave me alone, woman." Vegeta said quietly. "I don't want to hear this right know."
"Well tell me one thing." Bulma said, grabbing his arm before he could stand up. "Why did you run off yesterday? What were you afraid of? You wouldn't tell me last night."
"I was afraid of bonding with you." Vegeta explained tonelessly. "And it seems I had good reason. But it's too late now." He touched his hand lightly to Bulma's neck, and showed her his fingers. A small amount of blood was visible on his fingertips. "I bit you."
"So, guys." Bulma said cheerfully, looking round the dinner table at all of her friends. "What d'you wanna do tonight?"
"How about we hit some bars!" Goku suggested through a mouthful of chicken. "We haven't done that yet."
"That's not a bad idea!" Bulma said enthusiastically. "I know this new place that's an all night foam party! Or me and Vegeta went to this place a couple of weeks ago, and they had free drinks for anyone who went with a date!"
"Er, how does that benefit you?" ChiChi asked curiously, looking at her friend. "You don't have a date! Not since you've ditched Yamcha."
"Honey," Goku said. "Didn't you hear what her and Vegeta said by the pond? Sure she's got a date!"
"WHAT!?" Vegeta roared, standing up, his chair crashing to the floor. "What was that about the pond?"
"What you said to Bulma when she pulled you out the pond." Goku told him, two chicken legs held barely an inch from his mouth.
"These morons were there?" Vegeta demanded, turning on Bulma. "Why did you let me say all that with them idiots present?"
"To be honest," Bulma said, standing up, "I was too busy worrying about whether or not you were okay to really care! The fact that I felt like I'd just been stabbed in the chest probably didn't help either!"
Vegeta stared at her.
"What the hell are you talking about, woman?" He demanded, praying he was putting two and two together and making eighty-three.
"When you decided to go all suicidal on me, my chest hurt. A lot." Bulma explained, shrugging.
"I'll see you later." Vegeta said suddenly, jumping up from the table as though it had just electrocuted him, and practically running from the room.
"Will you come to the club with us?" Bulma called after him, watching his flame-like hair disappear behind the doorframe.
"YES!" Vegeta yelled back from the hall.
*
Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's waist as they danced to the slow beat. Well, Vegeta didn't so much dance as sway slightly to the music. Bulma snuggled into Vegeta, enjoying the time they were spending together.
"Onna." Vegeta said gruffly. "I'm not a teddy bear you know. You've got one of those at home. I should know - I had it wrapped around my neck for long enough."
"Shut up, Vegeta." Bulma said, pulling Vegeta's face to meet hers in a brief but loving kiss. "Just let yourself relax for once."
*
Yamcha clenched his fists angrily, gritting his teeth as he watched Bulma and Vegeta dance. He had brought Gracie here because he liked the bubbles, but now he found himself furiously watching Vegeta and Bulma rather than having any fun himself.
Glancing around the club, he noticed the rest of the Z Warriors also watching the dancing couple. They didn't look angry, however. They looked stunned.
Snarling, Yamcha grabbed Gracie's arm and practically dragged hr out of the club.
*
Bulma and Vegeta fell into the room, Bulma giggling madly as she fell to the floor.
"Woman?" Vegeta said with a smirk. "Are you drunk?"
"No." Bulma said. "Just a little bit tipsy and really, really happy. And a little bit excited as well."
"Oh. What are you exci-" Vegeta was silenced as Bulma kissed him roughly.
"Vegeta." She said, slowly pulling him closer and closer to the bed. "Why did you storm off at dinner?"
Vegeta stared at her, shocked. She was asking him this now?
"I was afraid." Vegeta told her simply, stroking her cheek lightly.
"What were you afraid of?" Bulma asked him.
"I'll tell you later." Vegeta told her calmly. Bulma smiled and nodded as he leaned in to kiss her again.
*
Bulma opened her eyes slowly, blinking away the bright sunlight that spilled in through the curtains of her and Vegeta's bedroom. Turning her head sleepily, she found herself face to face with Vegeta, and the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. Not that she could have forgotten, considering they seemed to consist mainly of a tangle of limbs, and he had one leg draped lazily over her.
"Good morning." She said, rubbing her eyes.
"Hmph." Vegeta 'said', glancing down at her. Taking a deep breath, he untangled his legs from hers, and swung them over the side of the bed.
"Vegeta!" Bulma said, stopping him. "Hold on!"
"What do you want, woman?" Vegeta asked. "If you want some big morning after chat, sorry, but all I was after was a good lay."
"Yeah! Right!" Bulma snapped, sitting up angrily and clutching the duvet tightly around her. "You were just out for a good lay? That's really doubtful, considering it was your first lay! What was it you were saying about Saiyans not throwing their bodies around?"
"Leave me alone, woman." Vegeta said quietly. "I don't want to hear this right know."
"Well tell me one thing." Bulma said, grabbing his arm before he could stand up. "Why did you run off yesterday? What were you afraid of? You wouldn't tell me last night."
"I was afraid of bonding with you." Vegeta explained tonelessly. "And it seems I had good reason. But it's too late now." He touched his hand lightly to Bulma's neck, and showed her his fingers. A small amount of blood was visible on his fingertips. "I bit you."