Date at the seaside

Chapter four

Café Capers

Vegeta flew them to the small harbour where they had plenty of space to find food and have a rest from the long hot walk; Bulma was now feeling fine except a strange bloated feeling in her stomach reminding her of butterflies fluttering around.

After her puking sensations a few minutes earlier, the flight had seemed unexpectedly fresh and clean, normally she would feel sick at the sheer altitude Vegeta flew at, but today he had kept lower and seemed more protective and gentle than usual.

Obviously he wasn't satisfied that his mate was feeling any better.

"You wanna go get some food?" Bulma suggested as she clutched hold of her boyfriends hand tightly glaring at a group of giggling girls in tight bikinis.

Vegeta nodded in reply, and then allowed Bulma to drag him over to a cute little café overlooking the bright blue sparking ocean.

The girls sighed as he turned his back, but he paid no attention to them whatsoever, Bulma was vaguely surprised he didn't even seem to notice that they were there let alone show some signs of communicating.

In truth the girls were annoying the prince, he was far above any of them and why they were even trying to attract his attention was beyond him. In his opinion he was with the most attractive female, and the best choice of mate the planet had to offer; so why would he even consider any other female. They were not even attractive to his standards; they simply looked like any other whore he could find on a pleasure planet.

The café was thankfully air-conditioned the cold fresh air hit the couple as soon as they walked through the little glass door. Vegeta walked in without a single bead of sweat on his body unlike Bulma who felt she was hotter than a volcano erupting.

"How come you're not even showing signs of being remotely warm in this heat!" Bulma asked as she pushed a strand of hair from her face and walked over to the guy who would escort them to their seats.

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders and followed, "I've been to planets much hotter than mars and I have survived; Vegetaseii must have been five times as hot as this at least its nothing Onna."

Bulma looked on wide-eyed as she shook her head in disbelief that would explain his lack of heat-induced stress. She was hoping that maybe it was due to the heat that she kept having this sickly sensations in her stomach it couldn't be option one… not yet anyway she hadn't even had time to have her period it was only two days ago she'd missed out the damned pill.

The man that escorted them to their table was wearing a t-shirt with the cafes sunshine logo, and a pair of what Vegeta could only describe as the most disgusting pants he had ever seen they even beat those stupid yellow things the Onna purchased for him with the dreaded pink shirt.

"Could I offer you any hot drinks?" the waiter asked politely as Vegeta growled under his breath.

Neither Bulma nor the waiter heard him, and he continued to glare coldly at the waiter ensuring he looked no further down Bulma's bikini. If he did blood would certainly be spilled.

Bulma giggled then shook her head, and Vegeta took his glare from the waiter to his gorgeous mate. "No thanks, could I just have a cold glass of diet coke with ice and lemon please."

Her voice was so beautiful to the Saiyan prince, the waiter looked expectantly to Vegeta who abruptly turned his gaze from his mate and blushed. "Just the same."

Quickly the young waiter went away to fetch the drinks and Bulma playfully kicked her man under the table.

Vegeta flinched at the surprising contact but chose not to kick back when she was being this childish. Bulma waited for a response so chose to kick him again only harder.

"WOULD YOU STOP IT!"

Looking down Bulma blushed; she hadn't expected Vegeta to yell that loud; everybody in the café was now staring in the couple's direction including two very familiar faces.

Bulma's eyes widened, as did Vegeta's when they met the gaze of a casual dressed Krillin with a pretty blue haired girl in a bright red swimming costume.

None of the Z gang with the exception of Yamcha knew that they were seeing each other; it was going to be kept a secret until the time was right or as Vegeta put it never bother telling them it was none of their business. Chichi of course knew, she was Bulma's best friend but she didn't feel it was the right time to inform the other fighters of her new relationship status.

The waiter re-appeared within seconds, and the hustle bustle of the café started up again with the familiar sound of cups clanging and couples chattering away.

He placed the two chilled glasses onto the table, and held out a notepad and pen. "Would there be anything else that madam and sir would like to order?"

Bulma giggled at the upperclassness of the waiter, he sounded more like a butler than a cute looking guy working in a café for the summer.

Picking up the menu Bulma looked to Vegeta for help, he remained unemotional as he too picked up the other menu and began trying to work out the weird symbols.

He could speak the same tongue of the American Earthlings, that was no problem it was very much similar to his native language however he could not read the strange symbols humans chose to work with.

"We want two of everything." Vegeta said bluntly putting the menu down and relaxing his palms on the wooden surface of the table.

Bulma widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief as the waiter held the pen up and bared his eyes together angrily. "And how would you be paying for this sir?"

Vegeta glared angrily to the waiter and had to restrain himself from blowing him up on the spot. The waiter was implying that he and his mate were poor; it was a huge insult to both of them. A Saiyan prince being assumed a peasant…

"WE ARE NOT PEASANTS!"

Bulma kicked him hard under the table and whispered coldly under her breath. "Vegeta cool it…" It sounded more of a threat than a plead, but Vegeta was paying no attention.

"DO I RESEMBLE SOMEBODY WHO HAS JUST CRAWLED FROM A GUTTER?"

The waiter had turned from angry to terrified in a few seconds, the crazy guy with the spiky hair looked pretty muscular and now he was standing up he looked to want to smash his face in.

"I'm… I'm sorry I wasn't assuming anything sir… I'll just sort your order out now it just…. Seems lots of food for two people…."

Vegeta glared before Bulma pulled him back down into his seat, "Behave yourself now if you ever want to taste ice-cream again. "

"Are you threatening me woman?"

Bulma lowered her eyes and pulled Vegeta closer, now she didn't care if Krillin was in the restaurant watching. "I'll threaten you when I want to threaten you. And no it's not a threat it's a promise Vegeta."

The male waiter jetted away quickly before Vegeta decided not to listen to the pretty blue haired girl and kill him instead.

A fat lady also dressed in the disgusting pants and an apron just as gruesome came joggling over as she placed her notepad onto the table and let out a mouthful of stale air that reminded Vegeta of garlic. She was very red in the face as though she had been running across the town.

"Hello sir and madam, I'm ever so sorry about the inconvenience my new employee has caused."

Bulma butted in before her arrogant hotheaded lover could speak. "Its no problem, I have to apologise myself my friend has just gotten out of hospital for the day and he isn't originally from around here,"

Vegeta turned angrily when he heard a chuckle drift from Krillin's table, the fat lady smiled warmly towards him and bent down further her large boobs almost falling out of her shirt. She looked to be older than Bunny Briefs, and her breasts deliberately fell in front of the angry Saiyan prince.

Vegeta turned back around facing her and turned his nose up in disgust as the fat human half sprawled across his food table.

"She's right I'm not from around here, I am a prince and you and your employees should show me more respect."

Bulma refrained herself from kicking him again deciding it wouldn't make any difference, then she unfalteringly glared angrily to her mate.

Vegeta caught the glare of death and stopped in his tracks; the woman scribbled something down on a piece of paper then left it on the table. "I'll just be starting your order sweeties."

Vegeta snorted in disgust then turned his attention to Bulma who was now smiling strangely at him.

"WHAT?"

"Oh nothing… nothing…"

Vegeta growled, he couldn't stand it when she played stupid games like this; she must have certainly been feeling better now to be able to annoy him so much and kick so hard. Absently he rubbed the bruise, which felt as though it was forming on his shinbone, Bulma could pack one powerful kick when she wanted.

"What's crome dome and some girl doing in here?" Vegeta demanded changing the subject and indicating to the other table where Krillin and the girl with red sunshades were laughing and holding hands.

"How am I supposed to know? I guess they decided to come visit the beach too today."

"Yeah well I don't like them being here." Vegeta said bluntly before he picked up the piece of folded up paper left on the table.

There was a row of numbers and some more symbolic scribbles so Vegeta handed it over to his mate.

"What is it, a bill?" Vegeta demanded.

Bulma narrowed her eyes, before she turned pinkish in the cheeks and began spluttering with laughter.

"WELL!?"

Bulma couldn't contain herself as she giggled even harder handing Vegeta the paper. "It's a phone number!"

"What."

Bulma placed her head on the table and laughed loudly, it was surprising that nobody stopped to look at her in hysterics; Vegeta however did not give up with his questioning.

"Why the hell did she give you a phone number?"

Bulma raised her head, her eyes were now tearstained with laughing so much and she couldn't help but feel sorry for Vegeta at his innocence and lack of understanding at human courting.

"Honey I don't think she was giving me her phone number."

It took a few moments before it finally sunk into the Saiyan prince. "And why in any world would I want her number!?"

This set Bulma off again as she sniffed loudly and giggled to herself. Krillin and Marron were now staring in the direction of the Saiyan and Bulma Briefs.

"HEY BULMA!" Krillin called happily, before receiving a cold stare from Vegeta who was now extremely pissed off at all the interruptions to his date.

Krillin stopped before Bulma wiped her eyes and placed her spare hand on Vegeta's thigh under the table. "Hi Krillin you okay?"

"I'm good! Just out on a date with my beautiful girl Marron."

The blue haired girl dressed in the swimsuit waved over and giggled to the couple a few tables away.

To Vegeta the girl reminded him of somebody who would have taken her clothes off to be in a filthy magazine for old people, she did however look exceptionally pretty and nice-looking.

"And how would you happen to score a girl crome dome? You must be paying her good money."

Bulma hit him over the head with quite force, and Krillin laughed nervously half expecting Vegeta to destroy half the planet in a rage.

To Krillin's surprise Vegeta just rubbed the spot then smirked towards Krillin ready to fire another insult his way. The temperamental prince hadn't even swore or threatened Bulma; something very strange was going on.

"I'm glad you and Marron are getting along well!" Bulma said cheerily, in truth she hated the pretty blue haired girl; from the moment she first met the airhead to the second she flirted with Yamcha.

Of course giving Chichi and her the nickname 'old ladies' did not help the situation in the slightest, and now the look she was giving Vegeta…. It made the heiresses blood boil and yet she didn't show it.

Vegeta instantly picked up on the angry vibes coming from his mate, whispering cheekily into her ear he decided to provoke her some more. "Are you jealous Onna?"

That was the wrong question for Vegeta to give at the present time, and he soon wished he hadn't said it.

The icy cold glare from her bright blue eyes said enough, and Vegeta felt his blood run cold.

"Are you having fun with your pleasure girl?" Vegeta called out changing the subject as Bulma shook her head in pity; the café had once again focussed its attention on the strange spiky haired guy shouting out-loud.

She heard the fat lady from behind the counter snicker and chuckle deeply at the joke Vegeta had made. Only Vegeta did not see it as a joke…

Krillin blushed as did Bulma and Marron, Vegeta on the other hand continued with his little rant knowing he was getting full attention and it was certainly provoking the best friend of Goku.

"Vegeta…." Bulma warned through gritted teeth as Vegeta began to ask again how much Krillin was paying.

"Oh! You're that Vegeta guy Krillin told me about!" Marron suddenly said excited, Bulma opened her mouth to say something but Marron continued. "So your some kind of prince?" Marron giggled happily.

It looked like all her dreams had came true; Vegeta just narrowed his eyes together and looked to his girlfriend for help. She didn't even bother looking back; she looked really angry.

"Yes that's right, I'm amazed that the bald idiot even noticed."

"WOW! So your like a real true prince!!!" Marron said suddenly rising from her seat much to Bulma and Vegeta's dismay. Krillin had turned a funny pale colour and looked incredibly sour faced.

She ran over to the table and grabbed a seat sitting on the corner of Vegeta and Bulma. Her breasts were practically falling out of the red swimsuit and Vegeta just grunted loudly showing his anger.

"Yes he's a REAL prince, now could you kindly go?" Bulma said sarcastically as Vegeta smirked and rubbed her leg under the table.

She could not help herself as felt her groin growing wetter with the contact, she couldn't stay mad at him for very long stupid prince. "Vegeta." Bulma whispered dangerously under her breath.

Quickly he withdrew his hand at the dangerous tone of her voice, he didn't want to get hit again.

Marron was completely unaware of the groping under the table, and she was happily trying to stare into Vegeta's facial features he hadn't realised until he turned to face her.

"You're still here?"

"Wow, you really are a handsome guy Vegeta!"

Vegeta snorted sarcastically, "Of course I'm handsome, now would you kindly leave I have prior commitments than to watch you ogling. You stand no chance whore now leave me be."

Bulma grinned as Marron quickly jumped up from the table and rushed in tears back over to Krillin who looked miserable.

"His cute don't ya think Marron?" Bulma teased smiling as she placed a hand across a very surprised Vegeta's neck.

The younger blue haired girl quickly turned away in disgust and both of the couple looked to be crying not just her. A dark pair of sunshades now shadowing Krillin's eyes showed signs of tears falling wildly underneath them.

"Bulma watch your mouth, the prince of Sayans is NOT CUTE" Vegeta growled.

"Oh but he is." Bulma said wryly as she imitated what he had done under the table moments before. She teasingly placed a hand very close to his manhood then withdrew it menacingly away.

Krillin looked on at the odd happenings, he was upset that Marron had so quickly abandoned his company for a different guy, he was miserable that he had no cash to pay the bill and NOW to top it off the girl he had fancied throughout childhood was now groping the same guy that wanted to kill everybody on the planet.

He couldn't say he didn't see it coming, those two living together was a very dangerous combination he only wondered if Yamcha knew or whether this was happening in secret.

Just to answer his questions Bulma moved over and placed her lips over the princes and placed a long passionate kiss; these two fiery people were certainly an item that was very clear.

Vegeta was kissing her back; it felt like a jolt of electricity had just zapped Krillin who was sitting at his table behind his sunshades completely shell-shocked and in pain.

"Are you gonna behave now princey?" Bulma whispered as she pulled away from the kiss and stared into her lover's eyes seductively.

"I like pissing you off, it's the highlight of my day." Vegeta smirked as she gave him that look he loved, the look he couldn't get enough of.

"OH so if that's the case we don't have to have anymore sex!" Bulma said playfully as she shoved his shoulder hard and pretended to look upset.

Vegeta's face suddenly changed, then he looked quite serious "I'm glad your feeling better now Onna."

For a second both had forgotten that Krillin and Marron were sitting on the other table, it was then that the Saiyan prince remembered and looked over.

"WHAT ARE YOU GAWPING AT CUEBALL!"

Krillin sweated before Marron burst into tears again, thankfully the arrogant hotheaded prince could not see the tears that were forming quickly in his eyes from the sight of Bulma kissing Vegeta.

"YOU'RE MEAN!" hissed Marron as she sobbed harder into a tissue, Vegeta just smirked and turned to Bulma for some credit.

"HE KNOWS HE'S MEAN, AND HE'S RIGHT YOU ARE A WHORE!"

The café was now all gawping at Bulma and Marron, Vegeta and Krillin could do nothing but look on in Vegeta's eyes amusement and in Krillin's embarrassment.

"C'mon sweetheart we'll be leaving now, you don't really wanna get on the wrong side of Bulma…" Krillin stood up and tried to pull Marron up from the table where she was sobbing into a tissue.

People around the café were tutting at the language used, and how youngsters these days could get away with murder. Most of the customers in the café were senior citizens and of the more elderly generation; one particular couple were sitting on the far side and were astonished at the behaviour of the to-be heiress of Capsule Corp.

"Frank… isn't she a nasty piece of work…. That poor little girl." Rose said as she bit into her slice of cod and resumed to watch Bulma hurl more abuse at a tearful Marron.

Frank nodded in agreement as he adjusted his glasses and continued to read his newspaper, this would be the last time they visited this seaside café and they had been coming here for decades.

Krillin moved forwards to Bulma and pounded his fists angrily onto the table causing her to jump a mile.

The little short bald guy was usually such a good-natured friendly person, now he looked seething and upset although his glasses were preventing her from seeing his eyes.

Vegeta stood up ready to attack Krillin if needed, watching the huge argument between his mate and the other blue haired female was funny to say the least and it had put much amusement into his day; but nobody not a single person would ever dare threaten his woman and get away with it.

Vegeta snorted, "You're attempts at intimidation is highly amusing; it is only because I don't wish to have the woman screaming in my ear that I have left you to live this long. You pathetic bald ugly weakling."

'Oh shit' Bulma thought to herself, would Vegeta really kill Krillin in the middle of a packed café? She didn't really know that much about him except when he said something he usually did it.

Krillin paled when he looked at how serious Vegeta was, he was sizing him up and obviously deciding which attack to use to blow him up.

No doubt knowing Vegeta something very strong and very painful.

"I'm sorry I'M SORRY!!!!!!"

"Its too late for that bowling ball head. I'm gonna send you to the gutter… send Freeza my regards."

Bulma quickly pulled her arm around Vegeta's waist and hugged him tightly. "Vegeta chill, Krillin won't hurt me." She assured as she squeezed tighter and nuzzled his neck with hers.

Krillin felt that familiar pang in his heart, it felt as though somebody was ripping it out; again he wondered if Yamcha knew of them being together if he did he obviously hadn't said a word to anybody.

"What do you want me to do with him then? Use him for target practise." Vegeta scoffed sarcastically as he loosened his tenseness and allowed the woman to huddle onto him.

Bulma chuckled nervously and moved around to face his front placing her hands on his firm chest. Vegeta rolled his eyes at her until she leaned up and kissed him devotedly on the lips. Bulma folded her arms back and wrapped them around his neck kissing him even further, unsurprisingly his lips parted and his tongue flickered forwards to meet hers.

"Ahem…Excuse me…" Somebody coughed.

"WHAT!" Bulma said at the same time as Vegeta.

A tall cop in full uniform was standing behind the couple and he did not look amused with the couple kissing so publicly.

The moment Bulma noticed it was not just anybody standing behind her; she quickly dropped her hands and jumped apart from both shock and embarrassment.

Vegeta angrily thought back his intentions to annihilate both the cop and Krillin simultaneously.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Bulma warned raising her finger to Vegeta, she could read him like a book. Already he had raised his index finger, which was glowing blue and was pointing it straight at the man of authority.

The cop had no idea of the strength or power that the short little muscular guy possessed; he was too busy writing out a strange bill.

Krillin made his quick escape, and with that he darted from the café leaving a sobbing Marron to hurry off after him.

"Coward." Bulma hissed under her breath, then with shock she realised she sounded exactly like Vegeta.

Scribbling on his parchment the police officer ripped the paper from the notepad and handed one to each offender.

"You are infringing the public act of 1893 by taking part in a sexual activity in a public place."

Vegeta and Bulma both looked to each other, and Bulma blushed yet further. She felt as if she had just been caught kissing in the back of class. "We were only kissing!"

The police officer shook his head, "Do not argue with me missy, people in this café have reported you not just for this but also abusive behaviour."

Vegeta snorted then tore the piece of paper into shreds leaving it to fall onto the ground. Bulma nervously bit her bottom lip.

"It is none of your business what me and my mate do in our spare time."

Vegeta seemed way to calm, Bulma knew this was not a good sign; still he seemed hell bent on interrogating the police officer. The café was once again focussing on them, and for the first time in hours Bulma found herself half knowing what was going to be on the front pages of the newspapers.

"Are you this ladies significant other?" the policeman asked ignoring the last comment and scratching something else down on a new sheet of parchment.

Bulma quickly moved in before Vegeta disintegrated the cop for questioning him. "Yes he is, and you will be hearing from my lawyers for this Guy."

The cop blushed as she said his name aloud; he knew he should have taken his part time job badge from his suit. He always kept it on his cop uniform in case he lost it; the guy he worked for part time at the fast food chain detested it when staff left their nametags behind.

It wasn't his fault, the police force just wasn't paying what they used too and with twins on the way and a house to keep up; he needed as many hours as he could muster.

'Guy' shook his head and pulled the tag from his suit placing it in his pocket.

"I will leave you two with a caution now, I suggest you leave this café and find something else to do in your spare time."

Vegeta growled, but Bulma blocked his hand from destroying the part time cop.

The short police officer placed the notepad back in his pocket and sighed loudly.

"As you have been very co-operative I'm willing to ignore the latta report that you were abusive. Just keep out of trouble from now on please."

Bulma clutched Vegeta's hand tightly and squeezed it, trying to let him know to leave it.

"One more thing." The cop said clearing his throat again.

"WHAT!" Vegeta roared finally losing his temper.

"I suggest you both find somewhere more private to spend your time together, I must suggest going to a more calm place if you wish to get up to…" Guy paused then coughed again. "Those particular activities."

This time it was Bulma to blow her lid, "IT WAS ONLY A FREAKING KISS!"

"but not any ordinary kiss miss, there are young children about and in this state that sort of intercourse is a public offence."

"A KISS!!!!" Bulma yelled throwing her hands from Vegeta's as if to state her point.

They were interrupted by Guy's walkie-talkie going off, a mumbled voice on the other end said something about a code 9 in the jewellers in town.

"I'm sorry, I must go! We have an armed robbery to deal with and it doesn't look good."

With that the police officer shot out of the café twice as fast as Krillin had; and was closely followed by a high pitched siren roaring away into the direction of the nearby seaside town.

He had completely dismissed Vegeta shredding his note, and had ignored Bulma's debating.

What a strange little cop.

"I'm starting to not like the seaside." Vegeta grumbled as he took Bulma's hand and led her out of the door.

The waitress was left sitting besides the counter sobbing as the couple walked out of the glass door. She still hoped in her heart that the cute muscular guy would pick up the phone and give her a call, even though he seemed very taken by the beautiful blue haired girl.

'Big Bertha' the waitress had fallen in love!

Disclaimer: How did you like this chapter? I plan that there is only going to be one more chapter and then an epilogue whether that happens and goes to plan is another thing hehe. Its just way too fun to write!

This chapter wasn't as good as I anticipated, the past couple of weeks have been so hectic and I've been so busy with college and work that I have had little to no time to just sit down and work on my fanfictions. I might be wrong, I am just in one of those moods where whatever I write seems to go down wrong but I think perhaps that it is just me! (or I hope!!!)

Please let me know what you think it will be soooo much appreciated! A big thankyou to every single beauty who left me a review last chapter! You all spurred me and got me out of a very tricky writers block! Thankyouuuu!

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