Shoving a bite of food into his mouth, he half paid attention to what the blond woman was saying. Once she started talking, she didn't really stop. That was just one of the costs of having her cook his meals. It would be his last one for the night, knowing that she and her husband would be going to sleep any time now.
After that point, he would finally get some peace and quiet. After many hours, the woman was still gone. He wasn't too sure when she'd be back either. He didn't care.
Continuing to eat, he noticed an annoying noise coming from the phone against the wall. It was ear piercing to him, his brows furrowed. He was more than willing to blast it to pieces however, he wouldn't get the chance since Bunny walked in front of it. He always could try and call her injury an accident. The thought cracked a smirk.
Bunny picked up the phone, holding it close to her ear. "Yes, this is her..."
Vegeta continued to watch, not too sure what was going on and who could be calling this late at night.
The blond woman gasped, "She what! Oh dear... We'll come get her. Thank you for calling..." Hanging up the phone, she looked worried. "Bulma needs to be picked up..." She looked towards the stairs, her worry remaining. "Oh, I don't want to wake him up but he has the keys..." She began muttering to herself. She then looked at her stove, at the food she had been cooking before the phone rang. "Oh what about the food?"
Vegeta watched her, his brow raising. For what he could tell, the blue haired woman had gotten herself in trouble and needed to be collected. But if her mother left, how would he get more of his food? He frowned at the thought. Her mother could take a while retrieving her as well, by then he would have lost his appetite.
Then again, if he went... He could be back in half the time. He'd also have the rest of his meal finished. He wouldn't have to worry about listening to her attempt at conversation with him. While he didnt want to go retrieve the annoying woman, it seemed to be the smarter option for him.
Finishing what was left on his plate, he soon stood up. "I'll go grab her," He told her. "I expect my meal to be finished when I come back."
Bunny looked at him, her brow raising. "You will?" She gasped as a smile came to her face, "You're so kind Vegeta! Thank you!"
She neared him, arms opening for what seemed like a hug. He immediately dodged her attack, he scoffed at her compliment. "Don't forget about my meal." He told her harshly, hoping to never hear her describe him as 'nice' ever again. Moving past her, he headed out of the house.
It was a good thing he had chosen his jumpsuit to train in for the day, his shorts still filthy from his previous session. Lifting in the air, he took a moment to seek out her familiar ki. It took only a moment, he realized she did have some distance from him. Raising higher, his body coated itself with his own ki before he blasted in the direction of her.
It had only taken him minutes to reach the building she was inside. Landing on the ground, he noticed the long line still waiting to go inside. He frowned, was he expected to wait to go inside? Vegeta didn't wait. Walking forward, he immediately had an arm shootout to stop him.
It belonged to the bouncer, he was a beefy man, hovering a foot over Vegeta. "Hold up little man, you need to-"
Vegeta grabbed his arm, tossing the guy away. While he had not used much strength, the man however flew to the side. Little man. "Tch." Ignoring the bizarre looks he received, he entered the building.
He was immediately disgusted with what he was witnessing. Loud music blared above him, so loud that he could barely hear his own thoughts. That wasn't the worst part. The smell alone made him want to gag. All different scents surrounded him, the smell of sweat in the air. So many pheromones wafted around him from the way these earthlings were dancing. He was disgusted. Why would she choose a place like this to go to?
He needed to find her before the food he had just eaten decided to revolt against him.
Feeling her ki much closer, he walked along the wall to find her. He wouldn't risk touching some of these people in here. Finally he noticed her, her body slumped over a table. He almost didn't recognize her, that rat nest on her head now gone. Reaching closer, he was confident it was her. Her scent was much more tolerable than these others. "Woman."
She didn't respond first, her head turned away from him. Suddenly her arm shot up, her head lifting. "Another!" She shouted, her voice almost incoherent.
He immediately noticed all the small glasses surrounding her, almost like little trophies to show how many shots she could handle. He was sure she couldn't handle another. Glaring at the bartender, he reached out and grabbed Bulma by the arm. "It's time to go." He told her, not giving her much of a choice. It had been a while since he had last seen her this incaptiated. If he knew this is why she needed to be picked up, waiting for his meal would have been more worth it than dealing with her in this state.
Bulma looked his way, her expression twisted at the person who would dare to stop her. However, the moment she noticed it was Vegeta, her scowl turned into a grin. "Vegeta! What are you doing here?" She asked, her face red colored from the effects of whatever she chose to drink.
He began pulling her towards the exit, the moment she began talking, the smell of her breath overcame her scent. He had to try not to scrunch his nose. He didn't want to be in this place a moment longer. Feeling some resistance, he looked back at her to see she was no longer smiling. She was frowning. He noticed immediately that her eyes were pink and puffy."Let's go."
She clawed at his grip, her well manicured nails digging into his skin. "Hell no! I haven't found a man yet!" She slurred at him as she tried to pull away, "Lemme go!" Despite her pulling and clawing, she hasn't done much to prevent him from continuing.
Vegeta growled at her attempt to fight him, growing more annoyed at the moment. He wanted to leave her here, he really did. But something told him that her parents wouldn't be too happy if he chose to do that. Stopping suddenly, he felt her run into him. Turning to face her, he ignored her shrieks and insults as he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
He received more looks, shooting them down with his glare. Holding her kicking legs down, he walked out of the club.
"You bastard! Let me go!" She shrieked at him, her fists banging against his back. It was a solid wall, it felt like she was hurting herself more than him. This just pissed her off more. She couldn't remember the last time she had been handled like this. She felt like a sack of potatoes.
Suddenly feeling him lift into the air, her eyes widened. This was new. She stopped fighting immediately, her fear of him dropping her increasing as they created a good distance from the ground. "You seriously suck." She told him with a frown. Glaring ahead, she soon noticed something that made her smile, a giggle beginning to form.
He ignored her, just wanting to get back to the compound. It was more comfortable now that she wasn't trying to fight him, he was able to concentrate.
"You have a nice butt."
He rose a brow at her before instantly feeling his ass grabbed, his face immediately grew red as a fit of giggles came from the woman. "Stop that!" He yelled at her, almost willing to drop her at this height. This trip was nearly doubled because of the added weight. Vulgar woman... He just wanted to get back to his meal.
Bulma grinned as she poked him, knowing full well that she was making him feel uncomfortable. Her head was spinning, the cool air not helping her sober up. Soon her grin disappeared. "I'm going to throw up."
Remembering their last exchange on the topic, he rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to fall for that again Woma-" The sound of dry heaving instantly hit his ears, he shot down to the ground before she would get a chance to ruin his jumpsuit. Dropping her to the ground, he turned away to try to avoid listening to her release some of that alcohol in her system.
Bulma had not felt any better after either, she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. Lipstick smeared across her hand, resulting in a groan. Her makeup was definitely messed up at his point. Standing up, she looked at him miserably, "I wanna go home."
He rolled his eyes, turning back her way once he was confident that she was done. "What do you think I've been trying to do this entire time?" He asked her as he scooped her up once more, choosing bridal style this time. This way he could watch over her incase she wanted to throw up again. She also wouldn't be able to touch him like again.
Lifting up once more, they were back on their way back to the compound. He could feel her staring at him, he tried his best to ignore her.
"You have a nice face..." She told him, pressing her finger against his jawbone. She smiled at his frown, "Have you always looked like this?"
"You're drunk," He told her as he swatted her hand away. Smelling the scent of alt, he looked down at her.
She had hot fresh tears in her eyes, her lips no longer smiling. "Am I really that repulsing?" She asked him before choking back a sob. She covered her face with her hands, "I worked so hard to look nice today and not one guy tried to get my number!"
Vegeta actually flinched at her crying, it was new to him. He hadn't seen her upset like this. "Knowing you, you probably started drinking and kept going. I wouldn't want to pick up a drunk woman either." He told her. Apparently if wasn't the right thing to say as she was crying more.
Her face was more red, her eyes matching. She bit at her lower lip, "Yamcha broke up with me, and now I'm all alone. No one will ever love me again!" She wailed.
Vegeta groaned internally, he really didn't have the patience for this right now. He felt him sigh through his nose. Staring ahead, his brows furrowed. "Your hair..." He started, ignoring her blue orbs staring at him. "It looks better." He finally told her, his frown growing.
She looked at him, her tears stopping momentarily, "You like my hair?" She asked him surprised.
He looked to the side, immediately regretting that he attempted a compliment. But at least she stopped wailing. "Sure." Feeling her arms wrap around his neck, his body stiffened, their flight coming to a stop. Before he could ask her what she was daring to do, he heard a soft sigh.
"You're such a nice guy, Vegeta." She told him softly before letting him go.
Brows furrowing, he tried to fly faster. What the hell had he done to be described as nice twice in the same day? Preparing an argument to explain why he was the complete opposite, his thoughts came to a halt after hearing a small snore. Looking down at her, he noticed her eyes were closed, her cheeks still stained with tears.
She actually fell asleep on him in the middle of their conversation, did she not realize the danger she could be putting herself in? No one should be comfortable being this close to him. It pissed him off. But this was better than her talking to him. He remained silent for the rest of their flight, not wanting to disturb her.
Arriving at the house, he paused as he stared at the building. There was no way he could go through the front door with her in his arms like this. He could only imagine the horror and shame he'd feel if her mother caught wind of it.
Looking up, he found the glass doors that belonged to her room. He could go through there. Then no one would suspect a thing. Floating upwards, he was relieved to find the doors were unlocked. Breaking it was too much of a loud option for him to choose.
Opening the door, he slid in easily. He didn't want her to wake up either, no way would he want to go through all of her crying again.
Looking around, he wasn't surprised to see her room was a mess. It matched her lab, her belongings just thrown all over the place. Spotting her bed, he landed on the carpet and walked over. Carefully setting her down, he immediately turned around.
He couldn't believe he had gone through all of that. If she brought up anything that happened tomorrow, he might accidently blow her to pieces. Especially if she tells her mother. Never again.
Leaving the room, he headed straight for the kitchen. Despite everything, he was still hungry. He was relieved to see multiple plates waiting for him, it relieved him even more that the blond Woman wasn't in here. Probably went to bed after she finished cooking.
He didn't care, this worked better for him. Taking a seat, he immediately began to eat. He really needed this right now. He needed to clear his head of the blue haired vixen.