Title: Strawberry Kiwi
Author: Divinus Vivi (aka Kira)
Anime/Manga/etc.: Dragonball Z
Topic: Lip gloss oo
Rating: PG for some bad words, I think.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): VegetaxBulma
Warnings/Spoilers: Not any spoilers that I can think of...
Word Count: 497
Summary: Vegeta has an interesting run in with lip gloss…
Disclaimer: Dragonball/Z/GT/whatever is not mine. Don't sue cause I'll laugh, kthx.
A/N: Another extremely weird drabble. It actually came to me when I was putting on some of my strawberry kiwi lip gloss. Bulma's weird in this fic. But Vegeta is even weirder. Please don't ask.

Vegeta stood in the doorway of Bulma's room, glaring as menacingly as he could at her. She was dragging him along to some dinner party that Capsle Corp was having. Bulma had mentioned that she needed a date and Yamcha was still being a bastard, so she needed a date. And Vegeta just happened to be the first eligible male that she set eyes on. Though Vegeta suspected it wasn't just a coincidence that he was the only eligible male around at the time. He would have gladly said no, of course, but she threatened him with the gravity room. She threatened to take away his precious training, like she always did. Sometimes Vegeta wondered how far he had fallen to let an Earth woman push him around like this.

And what pissed him off even more so, was that she wasn't ready. After Kami knows how long of staring at herself in that mirror, she still wasn't ready.

"Are you ready yet?" He nearly barked at her, getting more irritated by the minute even as she picked up another tube.

"No. Now be quiet, I have to put on this first," she said, holding up the tube.

"Whatever it is, you don't need it. Now let's go," he growled angrily. For some reason, he was really losing his patience today.

Bulma sighed, unscrewed the lid on the tube and brought the applicant to her lips, sliding it over them easily. The scent of strawberries and something else that was quite fruity drifted over to Vegeta and he wrinkled his nose a little.

"What is that vile stuff?" He questioned, crossing his arms.

"It's lip gloss," Bulma said plainly.

"What is it made of? It stinks," he muttered.

"Chemicals I suppose," Bulma replied nonchalantly.

"And just why, woman, would you want to put foreign chemicals on yourself?" Vegeta glowered.

"Because," Bulma said, turning around and pointing at her shiny lips, "it makes your lips smooth and shiny," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"That's ridiculous," Vegeta said, turning his head away from her.

Bulma scowled a little, "Well, it also doesn't taste half bad," she said.

Vegeta turned his head back to give a smart retort, but he found that he couldn't talk. Bulma's lips were pressed too firmly against his for him to do anything but stare in shock really. When she pulled away, she had a grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling.

Vegeta licked his lips a little and was surprised to find that it wasn't the worst thing he had ever tasted.

"Kiwi," he murmured, remembering the sweet little green fruit Bulma had made him try once.

Bulma just smiled and turned back to the mirror to apply more of her strawberry kiwi lip gloss, but she didn't miss Vegeta's half-hearted glare. She really did have a feeling that she was going to need to reapply her lip gloss more than once this evening.

OWARI