She had been right when she expected Vegeta to stay in the GR for days, she didn't think she had even seen him once since leaving him alone. She felt very accomplished with her hard work. She was excited but mostly surprised that he had yet to toss her creation in front if her, demanding it to be fixed. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later, knowing Vegeta would get stronger each day.
She wondered when he would tire of them though, not to sure how fond he was of them. It wasn't like he went out of his way to show any form of appreciation.
Were her bots working like she wanted them to? We're they learning as they attacked him? The only way she could find out was to take them, but she knew Vegeta would refuse to give them up.
The thought made a smile form on her lips, it was nice to feel such accomplishment. Glancing at the GR, she sipped from her ice tea. Today was her day off, she was enjoying the light heat summer decided to give her today.
Her mother mentioned having a barbecue, she wasn't too opposed. It would be the time she'd be able to see her friends as they had been too preoccupied with their training.
She knew Chi Chi would be coming, promising the rest of the Son family. She wasn't too sure how well Vegeta would take seeing Goku again after such a long time.
She still needed to warn Vegeta about the get together, already knowing he'd be agitated by so many people showing up.
Roshi gave her a maybe as well as Tien. She wasn't sure about Piccolo but assumed he would be if Gohan showed. Of course she knew Yamcha would show, not like she had given him much choice.
Sitting back, she let out a small sigh. This was nice, she couldn't ask for more.
Hearing a door slide open, her attention immediately went back to the GR. Her brows rose in surprise when noticing the Prince. He was actually taking a break? She couldn't believe it!
As he neared her, she noticed the small limp he had, cuts and bruises covered his body. Despite being in obvious pain, Bulma couldn't believe the smirk Vegeta held. He was having that much of a good time?
Vegeta noticed her staring as soon as he left the room. His muscles ached, his body wanting to refuse to move. Sixteen hours he had trained and those damn bots gave him a run for his money. Nearing the table, he took a seat. He had just hoped he didn't regret it with the Woman sitting across from him. Seeing her grin, he sneered and looked away.
She leaned forward, eagerly biting at her bottom lip. "Well?" She started, breaking the silence between them.
Vegeta closed his eyes, his brows crunching. He knew this was a mistake. "Well what?" He asked forcefully.
His roughness flew right past her. She didn't care, she was dying to know. "What do you think of my bots?"
He was soon looking in her direction, he left her waiting in silence for a minute. "They are decent." He told her before resting his eyes once more. "Where is that mother of yours? She isn't here to cook my meal."
Bulma nodded, a swell of excited butterflies moving around in her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not but she was pleased nonetheless. "She left to go shopping, had to get stuff for later." She noticed how exhausted he looked. She felt a little bad. Standing from her chair, she figured she could at least get the guy a drink. She needed a refill anyway.
Silently leaving the table, she headed back into the house to grab another glass. Pouring both cups full, she went back to her seat to see Vegeta hadn't moved. Setting it in front of him, she sat back down and sipped from her own. "You look like you needed it," She explained as she noticed him glance at the liquid.
Vegeta grabbed the cup, pulling the useless straw out and dropping it on the table. Tossing his head back, the cup was empty in seconds.
Bulma wasn't surprised, only impressed that he managed to do it without getting a brain freeze. "So, what are you doing later?" She suddenly asked him.
He raised a brow at her question, it caught him off guard. "Training." He answered simply.
She hoped she didn't look too disappointed, "Don't you ever want to take a break?"
He frowned at her, "Do you want all of your friends to be murdered by the androids?"
She returned a matching frown, "Of course not!"
Vegeta set his cup down, "Then there's your answer." He told her.
Her frown deepened, "Do you know how to not be an asshole?" She asked him, the words slipping out without her trying. "I'm trying to be nice here!"
He was definitely regretting his decision to sit here now. "Did I ask you to be?"
She let out an exaggerated sigh, "It's called being polite Vegeta!" She ran a hand through her hair and huffed, this guy knew what buttons to press! "Maybe you should take a lesson!"
He laughed at her suggestion, "Why should I care what a human thinks?" He asked her, his brow rose. "It won't matter in the end Woman. Once I reach the legendary status, I'm going to recycle those androids, defeat Kakorat and blow up this planet!" He explained to her with a frown. "Starting with this compound." He promised as he pointed his finger down on the table.
She bit her lip, after everything she and her parents had done for him, would he really do that to them? She shook her head, "You're crazy."
He shook his head, "If anyone here is crazy, it would be you." He stood from his seat abruptly, his cup falling to the side. "I've had enough of your screeching voice." Turning, he walked towards the house. He needed silence.
Her arms crossed against her chest, frustrated, hot air escaping her mouth. "Jerk!" She yelled, hoping he heard her. All she wanted to do was invite him to the barbecue? Was that so bad? Why did he always have to insult her? He always had to threaten her. She was tired of it.
Standing up from her chair, she stomped towards the GR. "Training, my ass." She grumbled as she went inside. Going straight to the control panel, she typed in a code she didn't think she'd have to use.
Finally smirking, she left the machine. If Vegeta wanted to use the machine, he could learn how to apologize.
Her anger had faded in a mere of hours as she was soon helping her parents set up for the barbecue. Her parents always liked to go all out for these things. She found out that her father had invited all the employees from their company, she knew there was a lot of work left to be done.
Opening her sixth table, she made quick to set it next to the others. She still had so many chairs to open... Groaning inwardly, she moved to open a seventh table.
Glancing up, she noticed her mother, along with a few helping bots, was already preparing the food. She hadn't eaten lunch, a hamburger sounded perfect at the moment.
Starting on the chairs, she worked as quick as she could to finish. She still needed to get ready for the event!
"WOMAN!"
She didn't have to be anywhere near him to know who the voice belonged to. Her face remained neutral as she continued opening chairs. The man was so angry that she could feel the heat from his ki as he neared closer to her. Finally once he was standing next to her, she decided to give him a moment of her time. She noticed his arms were crossed tight across his chest, his brows furrowed deep. He looked seriously pissed. Must have tried to train. A smile formed on her lips, "Vegeta? What a surprise, I thought you said you'd be training?"
Vegeta's arms dropped to his sides, his hands curling into tight fists. "I would be if someone didn't fuck with my training room." He told her through his clenched teeth.
She looked at him surprised, feigning innocence. "I wonder who would be dumb enough to do such thing?" Turning her attention away from him, she walked away towards the side dishes she needed to set out. Of course the prince was right on her heels. "I don't know what you want from me Vegeta," She told him as she grabbed a bag of chips and a large bowl.
"What I want," He started, growing more frustrated that she wasn't even bothering to take him seriously. Did she not realize that he was on the urge of killing her? "Is you to undo whatever you did!" He demanded.
"Cant." She said as she plopped a chip in her mouth. "I have a barbecue to host."
He looked at her confused, the fuck was a barbecue? "I don't care what you think you have to do. I'm telling you what you need to do! So march your as-"
Bulma suddenly turned his way, one hand going on her him and the other poking him in the chest. "I haven't seen my friends in weeks. I'm going to enjoy spending time with them." She jabbed his chest again, "And maybe after everything is done, if you are on your best behavior, I'll fix the GR." She huffed out. "You can take a break for just a few hours and be social for once in your life. You can take a seat, stuff your face and enjoy yourself. Got it?"
His eyes lowered to her well manicured nail before looking back up at her. Her eyes burned with great determination, he wasn't planning on bowing down to her any time soon. "Do you know who-"
"Bulma!"
She turned her head at the sound of her name, her scowl now replaced with a gleaming smile. "Chi Chi!" Moving away from the Saiyan, she headed straight towards the woman. To her side, she noticed Gohan dressed up a little too well for the occasion. She could only imagine who made that decision. Wrapping her arms around the woman, she thanked her for coming. Looking to the side, she noticed something missing. "Where's Goku?"
Vegeta was speechless at the moment, unbelieving that the woman had the audacity to just leave their conversation like she had. Of course everything had changed when he noticed who she was talking to. Staring down at the half breed brat, he realized he had been too distracted to feel him approaching. What kind of elite was he to let a child get near him like this? He paused, realization hitting him. If the brat and his mother were here, that only meant...
"Heya Vegeta."
The voice was directly behind him, the sudden sound causing him to jump. Making some distance, he felt his hands heat up with ki. If he wasn't angry enough before, he was beyond pissed now. "Kakarot..." He growled lowly.
Goku stood there with a goofy grin on his face, his hand rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Caught you off guard, sorry about that."
"You didn't-!" Vegeta quickly looked to the side, this was not happening. He was going to lose it.
"Bulma!"
He looked over, now noticing that the annoying bald one had arrived. Fuck this. He was not staying another moment for this... Whatever the hell it was. Turning to leave, his body stiffened when Goku leaned towards him.
"Chi Chi told me no training today but I thought maybe after we finished eating, we could spar?" He whispered to the other. "I wanna see how strong you are." His smile never ceased.
Vegeta frowned at him, his pride refusing to allow him to run from the offered challenge. "If you think you could handle me," He told him with a frown. He wasn't ready to fight this man yet, he hadn't discovered the secret to ascending! His fists clenched once more, he wouldn't even be in the middle of this if it weren't for that damn woman! He glared her way, his look being unnoticed by the giggling blue haired woman. He scoffed, could anything make this worse?
"Babe!"
He closed his eyes in frustration, he rubbed his temple in hope that the nearing headache would not come. He couldn't do this anymore, this took a strength he did not have. Walking away from the idiot, he found himself approaching a lonely tree. Taking a seat, he glared at those in front of him. He had hoped if he looked intimating enough, no one would be stupid enough to approach him. Sitting there, he realized this whole scenario seemed rather familiar. The day the woman him offered a room in her home. He never imagined he would still be here, training his days away. What had he been thinking? He stared ahead, it wasn't hard to find her in the group of her friends.
He thought back to her jabbing him in the chest, spewing out ridiculous orders. How did she have the courage to do something that the men on Frieza's ship wouldn't even dare to do? She got in his face, she touched him. She lacked any form of fear, it angered him. Was it because he hadn't destroyed anything she cared about? Killed people she loved? He tore his eyes away from her, he'd only get more angry if he continued thinking about her. He could be training right now, not sitting around doing nothing. Hell, he could go to the wastelands by now. That had to be better than sitting around here.
A scent wafted near him, catching his attention. Looking to the side, he noticed the blond haired woman was working on some form of meat. Whatever sauce was coating it made his mouth begin to water. Bulma had mentioned something about eating, hadn't she? His stomach growled soon after, fighting his resolve to leave. Maybe he would get a plate or two, kick Kakorat's ass and then teach the blue haired vixen a lesson in respect. Until time would come however, he'd refuse to leave this seat. No matter what.
Bulma had noticed Vegeta sitting on the sidelines, to her surprise that he had actually stayed. It was about time that he listened to her! Maybe they were taking a step back in their relationship but if kissing his feet was the only way to move forward, she would refuse. She half listened as her friends conversation as they spoke around her. Yamcha's arm was wrapped around her, keeping her close. She wasn't too sure what they were talking about, she had her focus on the brute by the tree. She felt bad that he wasn't included in this. She was sure the Z fighters would take a minute or two before they would get used to his company. But if she could, she knew they could too.
Yamcha had been the first to notice her disinterest. "What's up?" He asked her, his arm pulling her closer.
She bit her lip at the question, "Doesn't he look lonely sitting there by himself?"
Her boyfriend snorted, "Vegeta? The guy thrives on being a loner. Don't waste your time on a guy like him." He told her. "It is pointless to try to talk to him."
Bulma pulled away from him, "I'm going to talk to him..." Sure their last conversation didn't go very well, hell, she wasn't sure enough time had even passed without him getting pissed at her all over again. She had to at least try, right?
Yamcha frowned, "Babe, he's fine." He told her as his arm dropped back down to his side.
She knew he wouldn't understand, "Five minutes..." She promised him as she began backing away. Turning, she didn't want to see the frown on the others face. She hated upsetting her boyfriend but if she were in Vegeta's shoes, she would want someone to be by her. He had no one. Yamcha just didn't understand that.
Walking away from the others, she headed straight for Vegeta. Of course she earned a glare from the other, she wasn't expecting anything less. She took a seat next to him, smiling when he didn't immediately flee. "Aren't you curious about how the others are?" She asked him softly. She was ignored at first, she inched closer. "Or how their training has gone? I'm not able to tell like you guys can. Do they feel stronger?" She asked him.
Vegeta looked at the group of friends, he wouldn't admit it but he could tell they had used their time wisely. Except for Scarface, he refused to acknowledge whatever the male called his 'training'. "Why should I care about them?"
Bulma treaded on her words carefully. She knew it wouldn't take much to upset him. Honestly, she didn't know what to say to him. Why should he? He didn't want friends, he wanted them all dead. Her being speechless only earned her a scoff from the other.
"That's what I thought." He shook his head at her. "I'm here for the food, that is it." He told her before standing up. "Then I'm going to fight that lower class fool and then after that..." He looked down at her. "You're going to fix what you broke."
Her lips pressed together tight, this wasn't how any of this was supposed to go! She just wanted him to join them. Maybe Yamcha was right. "No." She finally said.
He immediately looked at her, "No?" He repeated.
"I'm trying here Vegeta... is it that much to ask for you to have some fun?" She asked him. She turned away before he could respond, she already knew what he'd say. He didn't need friends or her. He was only here to get strong. Blah blah. "I'm done trying." She walked away, not even bothering to listen to the threats that spewed from his mouth. She ran a hand through her hair, her frustration written all over her face. She was letting him ruin this day, she was putting a stop to it now. Passing Yamcha, she could feel his eyes on her. She sent a smile his way, "I'll be right back. Promise." Turning back, she continued walking until she reached the GR. Heading inside, she angrily typed on the panel. The keys clicking under her fingers.
Suddenly everything around her roared to life. She dismissed it's sleep mode, Vegeta had been too angry at the thought of her damaging what was 'his' that he didn't even bother to realize that was all she did. Leaving the room, she immediately joined her friends once more. She ignored the Saiyan that glared her way, her attention solely on what was going on in front of her. Soon the food was done and she was eating away. The food was well worth it.
"You okay?" Yamcha had asked next to her.
She glanced his way before nodding, "Better than ever."