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Chapter 3. The Prince, the Mechanic?
Vegeta was at the table that was furthest of the crowd. Bulma walk over to him looking down on him with a frown –For my father the king, you are a blow to my nose!- he said –You smell slightly better than yesterday, as if a strawberry had thrown up all over you-
-So you know, I tried to take off the horrible synthetic oil smell, but the best I could do was to disguise it- she said almost apologetic but the she remembered something and the frown was back on her face –Don't try to distract me, I'm furious at you!-
-Well, I would not like to interrupt you on that. Carry on - Vegeta said waving his hand and Bulma snapped the table sitting next to him –You, asshole, asked for my birthday party female guest list. You think I don't know what you're doing?-
-No, please, enlighten me- the prince said almost bored.
-Is your queen hunting that scarce?-Bulma asked looking at him with reprimand and snapping her finger on the table, making him roll his eyes.
-This is not of you business- he said bluntly.
-You just made it my business than list was private and I don't care much that you go around swooping my employees for information.- She added breathing heavily.
-I hardly sweep anyone- Vegeta snort.
-Is this somehow funny to you?-Bulma asked distressed.
-What is your problem, I'm not going to make this list public, and I'm not going to force anyone into queen duties- the prince responded to her.
-But, you could charm one of my friends?- she said whining.
-Oh, woman- he replied, trying to mimic the mocking tone she had used herself yesterday –And you'll be sad it wasn't you?-
-No- she said pouting – I'll be sad for the poor bastard, I probably know her-
-I have executed people for less-Vegeta reply annoyed at her treatment.
-Exactly my point!-she said in despair and the saiyan smile but covered his mouth with his hand to hide it. –Maybe it will turn out to be a person you don't like- he said, just for the whims of saying it.
And Bulma's eyes glowed like two beautiful stars *He felt the need to touch but stopped himself* She sat at the chair next to him -Then I should underline some names of that list and should also add a few more, like my laundry lady she ruin my favorite dress-
Vegeta looked at her baffled –Your laundry lady?- he licked his lips staring at her, making Bulma shiver with anticipation -Ok, no additions- she said biting her lower lip and something in that action make Vegeta remembered his girl, because apparently he was now calling her that, *A human trade?* he asked to himself and was about to ask her when they were interrupted.
-Bulma- that guy asked and she twitched. –Yamcha, I'm not in the mood- she said without looking at him.
-I've heard that before- Yamcha spat.
-Really? - she asked sarcastically –Can you also recall how many were you dating at the time?-
Yamcha froze –Can we talk in private?- he asked sheepishly.
-Why will she cared to stop talking to me, to give her attention to you- Vegeta stoop up, he was shorter but more menacing.
-Oh, my god Yamcha, he's prince Vegeta- a blonde woman said pulling at his arm. -Look, you don't have any business in this. Just sit down or walk away- Yamcha said and Vegeta eyes glow with rage, he was about to go for the kill, when Bulma slapped the guy and Vegeta halted, amused by her actions.
-Let me get this straight, you want us to talk with Tinkerbelle under you arm or what?- she asked with her rage at full display.
-Bulma, you got this wrong she's nobody- he said and the blonde girl slap at him and walk away. Bulma started laughing, her hair bouncing, her perfect teeth flashing *Breath taking* Vegeta thought. –Aren't you going to get that?- she said between gasp, she couldn't stop laughing. Yamcha gave him a glare and walk away.
Bulma sat down and took a sip from Vegetas drink. *And for some reason he didn't mind* -It's the second time a human woman takes my drink, is that usual on your species?-
The girl with cerulean hair froze, she had slipped *Great how I'm covering this. The awkward silence is not helping* she thought and then she decided to act in a completely different manner from her usual self –Sorry, I needed something or I was going to drown. Do you care for me to bring you another drink?- she asked with a salesmen smile, he grunted, then he realize something –You really didn't answer- he added but Bulma ignore the question –By the way thank you-
-For what?- he asked confused.
-Not killing Yamcha, he pissed you off, you didn't retaliate for that- she said with a smile -And you actually help me- she pause –And before you say anything, I know you didn't mean to-
Her words caught him of guard, he realized he had meant what he did, and that guy pissed him off, not because he was interrupting him but, because he lost her attention.
-But Bulma Briefs doesn't like to be in debt, so I'll make you an offer- she said with a suspicious smile.
-It better be good- he replied mainly to hide his altered state.
-My deals are always good- she said while faking been outraged by the implication.
-Or a cheeky robbery- Vegeta spoke without thinking, which he would have regretted if not for the laugh he got out of Bulma.
-Fair enough- she said smiling at him –If you ever need an upgrade- she start saying.
-When- he interrupted, she pause looking confused at him –When, I need an upgraded- he corrected and she smile rolling her eyes.
-When, you need an upgrade, I will not only make it priority but I will also make you a nice discount- she said. -You mean you'll do it for free- he added.
-Gosh no, Vegeta, I'll still have to deal with you, I deserved to be paid- she voiced with sneer. She was about to wink, when she realized her error, that action could give her away so placed her hand on top of her eye –Oh, I have something in my eye- she lied –Excuse me- she added walking off the table leaving a very mislead Vegeta.
Goku and Vegeta parted that night, only Chi chi set them off *She should have come* his inner voice recall. *We were her clients, her guests and Goku is her friend* -It doesn't matter- he said out loud while they were taking off –Did you say something- Goku asked but Vegeta ignored him *Plus, you need to focus on finding your red headed girl* the little voice added and he nod.
Bulma gave herself the longest bath in tomato soup –I'm getting rid of this forsaken smell- she said to herself. Then she curl in her bed, she wanted to see Vegeta and that was reason enough not to. She was supposed to hate him and yes, he annoyed her –God that man grows under your skin- she said and fell promptly asleep.
When she walk up next morning, she went down stairs and begun to check the company's finances; she spit her coffee.
-Are you ok?- her mother asked and she nod, checking a particular number and then who made the deposit confirming that it was Vegeta. He made a deposit for double the amount she had charge under the subject "Because she would have giving it for free" and Bulma laughed.
She walked in circles for a minute; his father kissed her on the cheek and walked with her mother out of the house. She sat down, then stoop up, walk from one place to another. –Hell, I shouldn't but his not getting the last word!- her hand reaching to a small screen on the wall where she pressed some buttons. She waited impatiently until Goku answered.
-Bulma!- he said and Vegeta who was working on something behind shift in his seat.
-Goku, hi. By any means, is there the pain in my ass, that you call a prince anywhere near you?- she sneered.
-Yes, let me just transfer you to the main screen- he said while he moved his fingers around the small round object he was holding. And then she appeared on the big screen of the ship, Vegeta's tail undid itself and he had to consciously tight it up around his waist.
Bulma wearing a pink and silky night gown, so small that her breasts were barely contain and they bounce as she scoffed at him. Vegeta gave her the stalest expression he managed to put on.
-You're an asshole, you had to have the last word!- she said swinging her hands and pointing at him. He didn't look at her, his eyes needing to be elsewhere, if he was going to keep his bluff. -I just call to tell you that, thanks to this little number you pull, I'm keeping the money!- she shouted and cut the communication.
-You definitely pissed her off- Goku reported in disbelief –I know you're the prince, but Bulma is- he made a pause –well… Bulma- he said as his body shiver in fear. Vegeta purposely ignored him as he left the room.
The prince leaned against the wall, he grinned to himself scratching his hair *Stop that, don't you need to be looking for a particularly red headed girl* the voice in his head scoffed him.* Vegeta shook his head. *And that woman is… her. Do you need me to list you all her horrible qualities?* -She is annoying- he voiced himself out loud.
Bulma was working on some bionic prototype when an envelope was delivered to her desk; she was familiar with the engraved crest.
-The royal saiyan crest- said a blonde as she gave her some papers to sing. She gave her a polite smile. Her wall phone wrung and she answered –Bulma, dear, is time for lunch- her mother said.
-Yes, I'll be right there- she answered as she took the papers including the offensive envelope.
-Bulma!- exclaimed her mother –That's the second invitation you get- she applauded –Are you going?-
The cerulean woman was shocked –No- Bulma said almost yelling as she took some bread of a tray, sitting at the table. What really bother her was that she was thinking about it *Just imagine the look on his face, bet it will be priceless* she thought to herself. *Don't fool yourself, he probably will throw his head and shoulder back in a dominance stance and laugh at you* the little voice in her head warn her. –Off course that would happen- she voice out loud, making her parents look at her confused, she just smiled.
A whole month had passed, without any communication between them. Until that night, when she was sleeping and she heard, her personal line ringing.
-Answer- she said in a hoarse voice with panic, if someone is using this line at this hour it must be important she thought; she was wrong.
-Woman! - A familiar voice yelled at her as she took off her sleeping mask. Something in her mask made him want to get closer to her, and then he recalled his red headed girl with violet eyes. He really wanted to find her; he was far past denying it.
Bulma looked at the hour –Is past 2 of the morning are you crazy!- she spat violently in a haze.
-I happen to have a problem- he said discarding Bulma's words.
-I know!-Bulma pulled herself up –You're an asshole and not even I can fix that. Good night- she approach the screen with the intention of turning it off.
A black silky top with small silky short adorned her exquisite silhouette, Vegeta almost forgot to breath, he manage to compose –Wait!- he said in a hectic voice.
Bulma didn't know why she stopped but she did –I guess you already woke me up- she sat at the edge of her bed crossing her legs seductively, not intending to seduce anybody but just been her. Vegeta's brain short circuit and stood there in silence –Well?-Bulma asked impatiently, ripping him of his trance.
-The chamber went dead- the prince mutter.
She looked concern –Is there any light in it or is it completely dead?- she question as she seem to be thinking of something.
-Completely dead- he answered a little jaded.
-Out side, next to the door, there is a panel- Bulma got closer to the screen to get a better view.
Vegeta looked at her in disbelieve -Are you planning that I go check it?-
-Yes- Bulma grinned. -Don't tell me the prince can't soil himself with such a simple task-
His voice went cold, his eyes wide –You said you'll make a priority!-
-The upgrade, this is maintenance, I could transfer you to their line; they could probably run OVER your case in two, three weeks tops- Bulma said with a smile.
Vegeta grouch –Fine!- he said as he opened the panel –Everything seems to be burn- he said making a face, Bulma could see him but not what he was looking at, she mesmerized with his chiseled features, *he's too handsome* she thought. She almost had to slap herself for that idea crossing her haid –That's what I was thinking. For how many hours you have been using the machine?- she asked.
-A day?- he questioned. –Yes- she answered annoyed.
-I don't know 14, 16 hour- the prince responded her unsurely.
Bulma was disturbed at the number –No wonder it burn, you over heated the system. The manual clearly indicates that you can use it up to 9 hours on a continuous mode-
Vegeta breathed though his nose making a contempt sound –That's a designer problem, 9 hours are not enough.- he stated.
-Well- Bulma said rolling her tongue –Now is your problem- she plastered a fake smiled and he glared at her –Ok, look, I can send you the spare parts, but that would take about three days to arrive.
-Woman, that's unacceptable- his voice flaring a murderous undertone.
-I KNOW,YOU PSYCHOPATH, I'm thinking; just give me a moment-Bulma shrieked and Vegeta went still in surprise. –I know, can you get a hand on an explorer pod, you know the small round ones-
-Sure- he said doubtfully.
-Awesome, those have a similar fuse circuit, not as well as the original part, but they would work, at least until the spare one gets to you- Bulma said very assuring –Go, get take off the fuse system in one of those pods and install it in the GR. I will send you a message with the delivering track later, after I have some deserved sleep- she added and terminate their communication.
Vegeta stood on the same spot for 15 minutes –The audacity of that woman!- he yelled.
**Will Continue...