She knew she had made the right decision the moment they got out of her vehicle. Vegeta's attention was immediately on the small restaurant, his nose sniffing at the air. She noticed how often he used his sense of smell. One day she'd have to ask him about it. She was curious about what other things separated them as different species.
Leading him inside, she found themselves two seats. "Stay here for a moment while I take care of some things."
The response she got was a small nod, Vegeta being distracted by the different types of pizza's only twenty feet from him. Sitting down, his eyes had not moved.
Bulma smiled slightly, trying not to laugh. Turning away, she quickly searched for the hostess. She'd need to pay for enough buffets for five by the way Vegeta ate. While the woman she explained this two was beyond confused, she knew she'd understand once there would be a stack of plates to gather.
Once everything was settled, she made her way back to Vegeta. "We're all set to go." He was immediately on his feet once more. "Eat as much as you want, just try to give them enough time to keep up." She told him, leading him up to the food. Grabbing a plate for each of them, she handed him one.
She watched as he stacked his plate high, not much to her surprise. "Drinks are over there when you decide you're thirsty." She told him before grabbing a couple slices to put on her own plate. Going back to her seat, she got comfortable. Taking her first bite, she moaned. It tasted as good as she remembered.
She was glad this would be Vegeta's first place he had eaten out at. It was a place that left a mark on her, maybe it could leave one for him as well. If everything went well, maybe they could come here again.
Hopefully next time she wouldn't need to threaten the other to come with her. She was relieved that the trip had run smoothly. She expected at least one person would need to get reviewed using the dragonballs. While the other was annoyed, he had done what she asked.
Now they just needed to eat and go home, then she wouldn't need to worry any more. He'd go back to his training and she'd probably find something to work on.
When Vegeta returned with his plate, it snapped her out of her thoughts. Watching him sit down, she snorted. For the first time ever, the prince had to get his own food. It amused her for some reason. If the other noticed, he had not shown it. Seeing him chow down made her remember that she had her own plate to eat.
Not much conversation was spoken between the two as Vegeta was truly gorging himself at the moment.
She could only be amazed as their pile of plates grew taller. Only a few being hers. Resting her face on her propped up arm, she watched him with a small smile. Should she be allowed to enjoy this? Vegeta most likely had taken this as a payment for his time, nothing more. But wasn't that exactly what this was? She shouldn't expect him to take this as anything but exactly that.
Standing up, she headed back to get another plate. Grabbing a slice, she felt a sigh coming. It was a mistake bringing him here. This place meant so much to her because of all the dates she had been taken on at this place. She came here with the same expectations but forgot who she was with.
Vegeta didn't do 'dates'. Hell, he didn't even share the same feelings she did! What were those feelings again? Romance was a no go. She knew better than to hold any hopes towards that. This needed to be casual.
Biting at her lip, her brows furrowed. What was going on with her? She needed a reminder on why having whatever these feelings were about Vegeta were a bad thing.
Once he got stronger than Goku, he was going to destroy this planet. Once he got stronger? Did that mean she truly believed he would? Had she lost faith in her friend? Would any of it matter? Would they be able to defeat the androids unlike their future companions? Would Vegeta get the chance to act out his promises?
The promises he made when he first got stuck on this planet. If she were to ask him now after all of this time had passed, would his answer remain the same? While she thought their relationship had changed over the months, he could be thinking the complete opposite.
Glancing behind her, she noticed the prince was still eating as if he had just begun. Her eyes softened. This wasn't good. No matter how much convincing she tried, she wouldn't be able to fool herself.
She was beginning to have feelings for the man.
With the thought of rejection in her mind, she decided she'd keep this information to herself for now. If Vegeta were ever to miraculously feel the same way as her, she'd welcome him with open arms. However, she didn't think the chance was very high at this point.
Turning, she took her plate back to the table. Taking a seat, she smiled at the other. Even if this meant nothing to him, that didnt mean she couldn't enjoy moments like these.
"Look at you!" Bunny squealed, a huge grin on her face. "I need to find my camera..."
Vegeta could feel the heat in his face as the blond woman cooed over his new look. Somehow she had convinced him to wear one of the outfits he picked out. He was immensely regretting his decision at this point. He despised this type of clothing, it was much different from his jumpsuit he had been so used to wearing.
He needed to get away before the older woman could actually snap photos of him. He wanted to get these clothes off as quickly as he could.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed the bluenette staring his way. He noticed she had the same look in her eye as the first time she had seen him in this outfit. She either enjoyed seeing him uncomfortable or was appreciating what he looked like. He couldn't tell, she confused him.
While he wanted to demand an answer out of her, he noticed Bunny returning with a device in her hands. His brow rose in surprise before scowling at her. "Do you have a death wish?"
Bunny pouted her lip, "Just one Vegeta! Who knows when we'll get to see you like this again!" She rose it up to her eye, a smile growing on her face.
Bulma looked at him in almost amusement, "We better see him like this more often. We spent a lot of money on those clothes so you better wear them! Don't even think about tearing them either!"
He looked at her, his scowl deepening. "Are you telling me what to do?"
There was a sudden flash in front of him, his eyes remained on Bulma.
Her lips formed a small smirk. "And if I am?" Her eyes lit up, inviting him for a challenge. She was baiting him, he almost fell for it.
Another flash happened, this time he growled. "Stop that at once!" He told the older woman, his attention moving to her. This was a mistake he was not going to make again. Storming past the two giggling women, he took two steps a time up the stairs. Reaching his room, he slammed the door shut, hoping the would hear his anger. Closing his eyes, he rubbed at his temple to calm the headache that threatened to come.
He hated that they felt so comfortable around him. They should be on the edge of their seat any time his presence was near. Instead, they laughed and teased. Did they forget what power he held? Did he need to remind them? He could blast them away with a second thought.
He'd make sure Bulma knew who she was really dealing with. She'd be on her knees begging for her life, pleading him to stop. He could just hear her voice in his mind, begging, pleading him to stop... To slow down... Her breath hot in his ear. Her nails clawing at him.
His eyes snapped open, "Fuck!" He wanted to punch the wall but knew what damage it could bring. Instead, he decided to pace the floor. He was beyond frustrated with himself, he felt like a bitch in heat.
No matter how angry he got angry at himself and the woman, his urges wouldn't leave. She was torturing him without even knowing about it.
He'd be better off if he did just kill her. Then he wouldn't be distracted any more. He could stop paying attention to where her ki was at all moments of the day. He tracked her like he was a damn hound. If she found out, he could just hear her mocking laughter. She would think he was weak, his pride refused to allow that to happen.
Maybe that was what he needed... That might finally release him from the hold she had on him.
He went shopping with her, never had he imagined he'd stoop to that level. He didn't need her to threaten him, he knew he would eventually go. She was gracious enough to feed him after. Being around so many humans infuriated him, they were a constant reminder that he had failed his original mission to collect the dragon balls.
Yet there he was, biting his tongue in order to do what she wanted. He was the Prince of all Saiyans. He had no reason to bend at a woman, especially a human one at that.
Now he was expected to wear these damn clothes, looking down, he frowned. Gripping his shirt, he was ready to tear it away from his skin. He paused, knowing how the woman would react if she found out. Letting go of his shirt, he found himself collapsing on his bed. Holding his head in his hands, he wondered at what moment he had went wrong.
When had he noticed the attraction he felt? When did he start having these ridiculous thoughts and cravings? When had he become so distracted that he didn't know what to do with himself?
He remembered the moment he came back to the planet after searching the stars for Kakarot and not finding him. He had been frustrated by his empty search and the time he wasted doing so. When he arrive, he was ready to murder someone, of course Scarface was the first person he laid his eyes on.
He would have killed him too if it weren't for that damn woman stepping in the way. She had the audacity to touch him, her finger poking his chest. While anyone would have shown fear, she showed courage. He noticed it back then and still knew she was the same. She barked orders at him, giving him no option to oppose.
It reminded him of the women of planet Vegeta. If it weren't for that crazy blue hair of hers, he would have thought she was one.
It was at that moment she peaked his interest. As time went on, despite his attempt to push it down, his interest continued to grow. She made him bots to make him stronger. She fixed what he broke. She saved him and took care of him when he was on the brink of death. She had done so much in the past year for him. She showed him compasion, as well as her family. None of her friends liked him, he didn't blame them. She however, wouldn't allow his past to affect her view on him.
She was stupid.
The truth was unspoken but it was there. If he were to destroy this damn planet, he wasn't sure he could destroy every human on it. He wasn't sure he could kill her.
She was a weakness. A weakness he needed to put an end to. He knew what he needed to do, despite every part of him wanting to refuse. He needed to cut ties before they got stronger than they already were. If he stayed away from her, he could forget how he felt. He could focus on becoming strong. He could stop wasting time by just being near her. Training for hours and sleeping for the remainder of his day. Just like he used to.
He wouldn't allow himself to stray from his path any longer. He wouldn't allow her to distract him anymore.