Author's Note:
This is the first installment of my Interesting Attire series and I'm super excited about it!
I hope you guys enjoy!
Hello Kitty
Vegeta dragged his aching body across the lawn toward the compound. He hated to admit it, but he might've overdone it with training today. It was already almost four in the morning, leaving him with only a few hours rest before he'd be up again to maintain his 6am training schedule. And he wasn't sure if that would be enough recovery time from the beating he had put himself through.
Just as he was contemplating his lack of sleep, his stomach clenched in hunger. He realized he hadn't eaten since that morning. The need to eat overrode his immediate need for sleep, so he began the trek towards the kitchen to grab some sustenance before collapsing in his bed.
As he made his way into the Briefs' kitchen, he noticed the door to the refrigerator standing ajar. He sensed the woman's ki behind the door and grumbled to himself. He just wanted to scarf down some food and then go to bed. But he knew that plan wouldn't work out like he wanted since she was there.
He came around the corner and stopped at the sight before him.
There the bluenette stood leaning in front of the freezer, a spoon in her mouth, and a carton of ice cream in her hand. But the sight of the woman eating ice cream at this time of night wasn't what shocked him. It was her attire.
Bulma had on a light pink crop top that barely brushed the edge of her breasts and a pair of light blue boy shorts with an image resembling a little white kitten on the left hip. Nothing else.
Vegeta could clearly see the outline of her hardened nipples through her shirt caused by the cool air of the freezer. Her stomach was exposed and her curvy hips on full display, the waistband of her underwear hugging her flesh in a semi-erotic manner. Vegeta couldn't stop the mental image of his hands replacing that elastic and squeezing her luscious waist instead.
Bulma looked up at Vegeta once he came into view. She hadn't realized he was awake. But then she took in his sweaty appearance and concluded that he hadn't even been to bed yet. She shook her head but held her tongue this time, choosing not to scold him for his insane training regimen. Instead, she held out the container of ice cream to him.
"Want some?"
Vegeta ignored her offer. "Where're your clothes, woman?"
Bulma rolled her eyes and scooped up another spoonful of her frozen treat. "It's way too hot to wear a bunch of clothes to sleep. I was burning up in just this. Besides, you're one to talk," she said as she pointed her spoon at him, indicating his own half naked body.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the scientist. He advanced toward her, opening the other side of the gigantic refrigerator. He ignored the woman as she stood watching him gather multiple Tupperware containers in his arms and move over to the kitchen table. He could still feel her eyes on him as he opened the first lid and ate the food cold.
"I could heat some of those up for you," Bulma volunteered quietly. Her alien houseguest seemed far more grumpy than usual and she found it more than a little humorous.
Vegeta really didn't like eating food cold, though he would endure it if it meant spending less time in the annoying woman's presence. But before he could protest, Bulma was already taking some of the leftovers to the counter.
As she turned around to face the microwave, Vegeta's eyes grew wide with surprise. There, right on the woman's behind, were the words Hello Kitty printed in dark blue script. The left cheek bore the word Hello, the right cheek read Kitty.
Vegeta was completely confused. What human nonsense was this? Why in the world would such a thing exist! he thought. But he couldn't help his body's reaction to seeing those words splayed across the woman's ass. It did things to his chest. He felt a sudden possessiveness, his mind conjuring up an image of his name plastered across her derrière.
Vegeta was still staring when the microwave dinged. Bulma stood on her tiptoes to better reach the appliance and he caught the gentle squeeze of her glutes as her muscles moved with the action. Her ass cheeks jiggled slightly as her soles came back down to the ground. She returned with a smile as she sat down the food and went to repeat the process with the other containers he had taken from the fridge.
He continued to ignore her even as she placed the last dish in front of him, his full attention on shoveling the food into his mouth as quickly as possible so he could be out of this situation. His focus was interrupted for a moment as he heard the chair beside him scrape against the tiled floor. He looked over to see Bulma take a seat and dig into her ice cream once more. He was finding it next to impossible to ignore the woman further as she made little hums as she licked her spoon clean after each scoop. Other than her groans of enjoyment, she remained quiet. A rarity.
Vegeta began wondering if she was toying with him on purpose or if the woman really was oblivious to her own actions. Either way he refused to be ensnared by the seductress. He was determined to get out of there as soon as he could and forget this whole night ever happened.
But as he reached for his last bowl, Bulma stood and deposited her spoon in the kitchen sink and walked over to the freezer. Vegeta watched her from the corner of his eye as she placed her tub of ice cream back into its spot before closing the freezer shut. His eyes automatically scanned over her backside before she turned back around.
"Okay, well, I'm off to bed. Make sure you don't leave a mess down here, Vegeta."
And with that she turned and sashayed her way out of the kitchen, those damn panties and their cursive lettering the last image in his mind as she retreated back to her bedroom.
A/N:
Confused Vegeta brings me joy. It doesn't even matter what he's confused about.
