Chapter Summary- Vegeta has to deal with his emotions and his ever growing feelings for Krillin. Bulma becomes a friend to him and is already tired of his shit.
I'm thinkin' 'bout you, / Or do you not think so far ahead?/ 'Cause I been thinkin' bout forever / No, I don't like you, I just thought you were cool enough to kick it/ Yes, of course, I remember, how could I forget (How could I forget?) how you feel? (How you feel)/You know you were my first time, a new feel
Bulma closed the door and nearly jumped when she realized that Vegeta was still here, she was so certain that he had gone back to his room. He was just staring at the door with no clear emotion on his face. Which honestly worried Bulma, strangely not for herself but for him.
"Um Vegeta, is everything okay?" She asked cautiously, inching closer to him.
Vegeta finally snapped out of it, he realized that Bulma was getting closer to him and immediately backed up from the blue-haired woman. He looked between her and the door, with a look that just seemed sad and confused.
Bulma was getting more worried, "Vegeta, what the hell happened at the bar? You're really starting to freak me out!" She emphasized this by running hand through her hand, already feeling like she was tired again. The saiyan prince began to open his mouth to speak but then decided against it. He just gave her another look before scattering away and Bulma just sighed again when he turned the corner.
Bulma pinched her nose, "Seriously, the fuck did I miss?" She muttered to herself before walking away from this shit, thinking that she'd deal with this when she had more energy..
Vegeta stomped back to his room and slammed the door when he made it. He started taking off to clothes he was wearing (almost ripping the shirt he was wearing) and threw them on the floor. He felt hot all over and not in a good way. His thoughts were all over the place and it was all thanks to a little bald ex-monk that looked way too nice in a black shirt. He just couldn't think about anything else except how ballsy he was. Or how the hand he was forced to hold was very nice and warm, how small it was compared to his own but worst of all, how much he really didn't want to let it go.
When he finally took off the last of his clothes (just in his underwear at this point), he threw himself on the bed, face first. He buried himself in the pillow, where he had the strange urge to scream in it, but decided against it. He dug his fingernails into said pillow-the poor thing-as if he was going to rip it in half. Why the fuck was this affecting him so much, it was simple accident that would likely never happening again, which he was not looking forward to thinking of because the thought made him want to scream even more.
If you don't know anything about Vegeta already, he was not good with emotions. I mean, the guy has the emotional intelligence of a dumpster; while it was on fire, with puppies inside of it. That is just a long way of saying that Vegeta was not emotionally inept, especially when it came to his own. Vegeta realized that the feeling in his stomach came back, which just infuriated him to no end. He didn't know why it kept happening and it just seemed to pop up at the most random times, like whenever he started to feel something he wasn't used to, it just seemed settled and made a nice home inside of him.
The prince growled before turning on his back and stared up at the ceiling. He was resisting the urge to blast a hole but then the thought of the blue-haired harpy would react began to make his head hurt anymore, so he just stared.
At this point, he would hope he falls asleep from boredom and forget about this night.
~STARS~
Krillin had made it back to home and he had never felt so happy in his life to see the small house. He quietly opened and closed the screen door, so he wouldn't have to wake anyone up. He went upstairs to his room, closed the door behind him and began getting ready for bed. Once he was in a long t-shirt and sweatpants, he fell face first into the bed. He had never felt so tired in his entire life.
He really wished he had said no to this, this night was so embarrassing! First, his thoughts on the prince were so not what he was used to, but listen, Krillin could admit when a person was attractive. He knew it was human nature to see someone with looks like that to be attractive, especially with such strong muscles and hips that enticed you… No! Stop! Focus Krillin.
Okay, then there was the entire bar thing, why did Vegeta care so much about why he was there? More importantly, why did Krillin talk out of his ass and then piss him off with him implying that he was an idiot. Could he really not keep his mouth shut for a whole evening and just be a good friend? No, he had this fuck that up like he always had done.
And thirdly, why the fuck did he grab his hand?! Was he really that pissed about being left with the bill, no he was pissed because Vegeta had been more of dick than usual. He was use to being called dumb, that wasn't was bothering him but Vegeta always got under his skin. He was pissed because he was acting like a child and refused to even think like a fucking adult! Wasn't Vegeta like five years older than Goku, not even Goku did shit like this! So, Krillin was going to treat him like a child having a tantrum and, just like a parent fed up with their bratty child, he grabbed his hand from the jacket.
Groaning, he buried his head in his arms, trying to forget how much of a bad move that was. He was not going to think about nice Vegeta's hand felt, how the callousness was a stark difference from his own hand, he was not even going to talk about how big the prince's hand was compared to his- God fucking damnit! The ex-monk shook his head and threw the covers over his head. He just wanted to disappear, anything to get rid of this overwhelming embarrassment.
He prayed to anyone that would listen that he would fall asleep and never have to think about this again.
~STARS~
Okay seriously Bulma was about to scream if someone didn't tell what was wrong. Her functioning only on less than an hour of sleep did not help her mood any better. Vegeta still was not talking to her, well more than he usually did. Actually, he seemed to be ignoring her, which just infuriated her to the max. He also seemed to be more quiet than what she was used to, especially when he was training.
So here she was, sitting in the kitchen with another light beer, waiting for Vegeta to come out. She was planning to ambush him and demand what has gotten his panties in a twist. There were a lot of things Bulma could take but a five foot alien prince with an anger problem and no communication skills was not one of them. It wasn't like he was her first choice, she tried to call the Kame House early today but Master Roshi had said that Krillin hadn't gotten out of the bed yet, that was at one pm. So now, Bulma was getting ignored by Krillin of all people.
I swear to God, when I see that midget, I'm decking him. Bulma thought as she took a large sip of beer before slamming it on the counter.
He told me that he was going to tell me what happened yesterday but now he wants to act like a coward and hide out. Bulma gave a grunt and pinched the bridge of her nose. No matter, I'll get my answer soon.
Did the blue-haired woman know exactly when Vegeta was coming out of the gravity chamber? No, but she had all day and was ready for anything.
Vegeta did not sleep well last night, if at all. He just kept tossing and turning, his mind going over the night minute-by-minute. He just couldn't get it out of his head! It was also much harder to fall asleep when that feeling in his stomach wouldn't go away, especially when he was thinking about Krillin. His lack of sleep ended up affecting his training session, making him slower and more open for careless mistakes. He should have known the training session was going to go bad when he fell down the steps to start his day. It was one of the many times that he was happy he trained early in the morning.
If you imagined a sleep deprived Vegeta stumbling down steps at five in the morning, you are welcome.
The training session itself was something of a nightmare, the 100 times gravity felt much heavier than usual and he could barely move. He nearly got hit in the face by a drone, when he was thinking about Krillin, even if he denies it. His feet were tired of him and kept tripping him up, making him fall flat on his face more than once. Oh and yeah, he still wasn't a super saiyan after all that shit.
All he wanted to do now was just find something to eat in the kitchen, forget about this morning and make training in the afternoon much better-
Then he saw Bulma sitting there in the kitchen with a beer in her hand. He stopped in his tracks and stared at her.
Bulma stared right back at him with a raise of her eyebrow, the beer can to her lips. She finishes her sip, putting it down and giving him an evil smirk.
"Hey Vegeta, we need to talk."
This seriously was not his day.
Bulma was going to get her answer, even if she was going to die for it. She never was the one for thinking things through when it affected her health, I mean she let the genocidal alien murder stay in her house. Anyway, Vegeta was here and willing (well, he was going to be).
The blue-haired woman patted the seat next to her, "Come on Vegeta. Sit next to your best friend, Bulma." Her evil smirk still had not left her face.
The saiyan prince was a lot of things; a merciless killer that only cared for himself, an egomaniac, a selfish mess of a person, a massive tsundere with a god complex but a coward has never been one of them.
He squared off his shoulders with his head held high and walked over to his lovely hostess. He grumpily took a seat next to her, slouching like an edgy teenager.
"Good boy, now I think you know why I am here." She said it was a business meeting with other CEOs.
Vegeta just gave her a grunt, signaling that he was fully aware of what the woman wanted. He knew that he wasn't going to get out of it.
Bulma nodded, "I'll take that as a yes, so I want the honest truth, what happened at the bar?" She asked through her evil smirk.
The saiyan prince sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the same way he did all last night.
He took a deep breath, "Where do you want me to start?"
Bulma's eyes lit up like it was Christmas and leaned forward, "The minute you guys left." She really thought she would have to bring up the gravity chamber to get what she wanted but this was all too good.
And so Vegeta relayed everything that happened last night. From the walk down to the bar, the argument that followed, the walking out and finally, the hand holding incident. What he left out was how much of a mess he was after it and how he hadn't slept all night. Or what happened this morning during his training session and how he almost got hurt.
Once Vegeta was done, he realized he had his close eyes and the feeling in his stomach had reared its ugly head again. When he opened his eyes, he got to see the shocked face of Bulma, who just sat there with her mouth agape.
Then she burst into laughter, like literally double over laughing, hiding her face into her arms. She couldn't believe it! Krillin, sweet small Krillin, had grabbed the hand of an already pissed off alien, who stormed out because that same Krillin called him stupid. The entire reason why Vegeta was such a mess when he came back was because Krillin had the balls to hold his fucking hand! This is why you never stop standing your ground when you want something, because this shit right here was priceless.
The prince glared at her before getting ready to stand up, "I think we are done here now." Though when he was halfway up, Bulma had grabbed his wrist (still laughing mind you) and looked up at him.
"No, no I'm sorry!" She said with tears in her eyes, "Please just give me a minute! This is the best shit I've heard all day." Her pleads were accompanied by her gasping for air. God, she had not laughed this hard since she got back from Namek.
Vegeta gave her a look before dropping back into his seat, waiting for Bulma to get back some of her sense.
So about ten minutes of straight laughing and some tissues later, Bulma now could at least breath. She still was snickering every once in a while when she tried to imagine the look on the prince's face when he realized what had happened. Vegeta was still sitting in his seat, grouchier than ever.
Bulma wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, "I really did not expect you to tell me the truth but this is the tamest and cutest thing that could have happened when you guys went out." She admitted, taking another large sip of her beer.
"Okay so, I am understanding correctly , the reason you have been mopier than usual is because my Krillin held your royal hand." She said as a way to clear up, "If I am being honest I thought that you killed someone on your night out. But then I thought about it because Krillin would have called me if something like that happened at a police station."
Vegeta blinked at her, "Why would I be mad about killing someone?"
Bulma did not have enough time in the day to look behind that sentence, "I'm going to ignore that. Okay, so what are we going to do about this?" This was the romantic side of her being brought out right now, even if she did not see the appeal of Krillin, it was not her place to judge.
"What the hell are you going on about woman?" He asked as he went over to the fridge, being socially active made him hungry.
"Well you clearly need to work out this crush you have for one of my friends." Vegeta again froze right on the spot like he did last night. What did the woman mean by crush? Did he want to crush the bald one? Somehow the thought made his stomach turn in a negative way.
Bulma gave a way of her hand, "Don't even try to deny it, I can tell by how you looked last night when you realized that Krillin was gone, especially knowing the full story now."
Vegeta just grumbled and gripped the refrigerator door, "I do not know what this 'crush' you are speaking of."
It was Bulma's turn to blink, "You don't know what a crush, wait-that would mean you never had a crush before!" She gasped. That was the cutest and saddest thing she heard in her life.
The prince rolled his eyes, "No, and I still do not know what a crush is, by the way woman."
"Well I can't really explain it but I'll try my best. It means that you see yourself being romantically involved with someone and want to be with them. Most people describe that it's like having butterflies in the stomach and they usually appear whenever you think or talk about this said person." Bulma explained.
If Bulma was not focused on what she was talking about, she would have noticed that Vegeta had gone quiet again. He had stopped listening when she started to explain 'butterflies' and how they felt. He was now panicking because if the woman describes the correct way, then he would have a crush on the bald one. That was simply not true! The great saiyan prince did not crush like some weak earthling, especially when the source was a human himself. But the way the butterflies were being told, they matched greatly to the feeling in his stomach and they seemed to only happen when it was Krillin he was thinking about.
Dear God, how soft has this planet turned him?
"Vegeta, hey Vegeta, are you listening to me?" Bulma asked as she noticed again that the prince was staring into space. She then looked down at her beer can and then looked back up at the prince, "If I can't throw this beer can at you, say something right now."
When she didn't get an answer, she chucked it right at the prince. It hit him right in the forehead and it fell to the ground with a clank. When she did not get screamed at, it was this point that the scientist realized that she was not going to get anything else from her guest.
Bulma sighed, got up from her seat and walked out of the kitchen. She came back with a piece of paper, a ten-digit number written on it.
She placed the paper on the table, "This is Kame House number, where Krillin lives. If you ever want to make a move on him, the number is right there." Bulma then walked over to the prince, still frozen in place.
The woman placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know you've never had anyone help you nor did you want it. But, I just want you to know that if you have any problems when it comes to any kind of romance, you can come to me." She patted his shoulder and then bent down to pick up her empty beer can.
She started to walk out the kitchen again, giving the prince one more look over before exiting the room.
Vegeta was still standing there, his hand still on the refrigerator door and his existential crisis not yet over. When he finally came back to reality, he realized that he was all alone in the kitchen.
He looked over the table to see the paper with the number of the Kame House on it, left by Bulma, there was also a little note:
This is the phone number of Krillin. Please use when Vegeta ever decides to grow balls and man the fuck up.
Love, Bulma.
He growled before stomping out of the kitchen for another hilariously disastrous training session. Oh well, what do you expect from the prince of all saiyans?
*Lays on my bedroom floor* Okay, so this is a special case of me updating early because of me being on break and having nothing to do. The good thing about college is that you usually don't have homework to do over break, so writing a chapter during the week is completely possible, I may be able to publish another chapter before I go back to my dorm.