The Bet

Chapter Four:

"What?" Vegeta said, as he closed the door behind him. Bulma jolted to her feet, almost losing her balance. She tried to wipe off the black mascara tears from her face as quickly as she possible, praying that he could not see her. The room was dark though so both of them could not see a thing.

"What's wrong?" He said, trying to make out Bulma's face. Bulma stepped back away from him. Vegeta shrugged and made his way to the kitchen. Bulma followed him there up until he turned on the bright kitchen lights. She coward back behind the kitchen door, shielding her face from the bright lights in front of her. She was too ashamed to let Vegeta see her like this right now.

Vegeta gave her a strange look, puzzled by her. She wasn't like her normal bitchy self. "When did you suddenly become a vampire?" He said. "Better yet, how long have you been one?"

Bulma didn't respond with her usually witty comebacks instead she looked down at the Tuscan tile floor. She was still trying to sort out things, unsure of what she thought or felt. "Why are you acting this way?" He said, frustrated by her actions or rather inactions. "Did you and the weakling boyfriend of yours have a fight, again?" He said, wanting to get her mad. This was just too weird for him when the woman wasn't talking. He thought he would never see the day when the woman was at a lost for words. It just wasn't her. She was always outspoken, something he both like and hated about her.

Bulma looked up at Vegeta. "Yeah, we broke up…" She said, quietly.

Vegeta huffed. "Yeah, like I have heard that one before. It is a never ending circle with you two. I bet you'll be made up with him by tomorrow, like always. Back in love, like nothing ever happened." He said, going to the freezer and grabbing the carton of rocky road ice cream out. Vegeta licked his lips. The humans may have failed at a lot of things, but this was genius.

"No, really it's over. We're through, for good." Bulma said, biting her lip. She stepped into the light, which made her eyes squint a little. Vegeta could finally see her as she entered into the kitchen. He had never seen the woman in such a mess, before. Her eyes were so puffy they look like raccoon's eyes. Her hair was all over her head in matted tangles. She did not look like the woman he and Elle left at the restaurant.

"Damn! What happened to you? You look like a fucking train wreck."

"Thanks…" Bulma said, sarcastically like she didn't know that herself. He was never one who was good with words.

"I guess you guys really did break up…" Vegeta said, looking over at Bulma. "He didn't hurt, did he?" Vegeta quench his fists slightly. He couldn't understand why the thought of that bastard Yamcha, or anyone else for that matter, hurting Bulma angered him so much. 'You got to get a hold on yourself' Vegeta thought. Lately his emotions for her had him on edge. This bet, and everything was getting to him.

Bulma gave Vegeta an odd look. She was surprised that he even cared. It just wasn't in his nature. So, to see him like this was bizarre to Bulma. She would have never imagined Vegeta getting upset over her. It made Bulma smile at the notion. She hated to admit it but it made her glad to know he cared, even if he didn't know it, at the time. "No…, at least not physically."

Vegeta sighed and nodded his head. "Good" he muttered under his breath. He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and started to head towards the living room. Before going back to the drawer and getting another spoon. "Here." He said, throwing the spoon at Bulma. Bulma caught it and look over at Vegeta who had plopped himself on the couch. Bulma followed him and did the same. He stuck the carton of ice cream between them and took off the lid. Bulma smiled over at Vegeta. 'May be Yamcha was…right?' She thought as she dug her spoon into the ice cream.

"So, how was the rest of your date with 'what's her face'?" Bulma said, putting the spoonful with the rocky road ice cream in her mouth.

"You mean Elle?"

"Yeah, her." Bulma said, getting another spoonful.

"Good…why? Are you afraid that you going to lose the bet, or are you just jealous?" He asked, knocking Bulma spoon away.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at Vegeta. "Neither, I was just wondering how the supposed 'love birds' are doing."

"What do you mean 'supposed'? Are implying that 'our love' is not real?" He mocked.

"Well, it obvious that you're paying her. With what? I'm not quite sure yet. Or she just really, really dense."

Vegeta chuckled, "Now, I know you're jealous. You can't handle the fact a woman might or is interested in me."

"No…I just can't stand cheaters."

"Cheaters? Are you calling me a fucking cheater?" He said, taking the ice cream away from her.

"Hey! Give that back!" Bulma said, reaching over Vegeta to get the ice cream.

"Well?"

"Yes, I'm calling you a cheater, a low down dirty cheater. Now, give me back the damn ice cream." Bulma said, irritated.

"Why fuck do you think I would or need to cheat? Do you need glasses, woman? Because look at me. There's not much to hate."

"Really, not much?" Bulma said, looking at Vegeta questionably. 'He was apparently delusional' Bulma thought. "It's great you think that."

"Whatever….woman." He said, throwing the carton of ice cream at her. The ice cream spilled onto Bulma's new dress.

"Great…just fucking fantastic!" Bulma said, getting of the couch as she watched it run down her dress. "You can be such a child sometimes, Vegeta."

Bulma stomped off to her bedroom to change. Ten minutes later, Bulma return in some sweats with her arms crossed and her hair pulled back in a neat bun. She sighed as she sat down on the far end of the couch, making sure she was no way near Vegeta.

"Could you get any farther?" He said, as he watched he curl up near the arm of the couch.

"Yeah, if you left." Bulma said taking the blanket off the back of the couch and placing it on her.

"Why would I leave? I was here first."

"No, I think you are mistaken. You see this is my house. You are just a mere guest. Therefore, I was here first."

"And your point?" Vegeta said, not really paying any attention to what she had just said.

Bulma sighed in defeat. It was like talking to a brick wall. "I have no point, Vegeta. I never do." She said, pulling the blanket over her more. It wasn't long before she and Vegeta had both fallen asleep.

A few hours later, Vegeta woke up from the weirdest dream or more like a nightmare. He shook his head trying to forget it. When he noticed a mass of blue hair sprawled across his chest.

"What the—?" Bulma had fallen asleep on him. It felt strange, but comforting, as well, having her tightly hug him like this. She seemed so fragile there. Sound asleep. He watched her for a while before deciding to get up. He slowly—trying not to wake her—moved out from under, gently resting her head upon a pillow.

He was about to leave her there on the couch, when it struck him at last minute to just put her to bed and not leave her down here by herself. 'The bitch would probably complain how I left her down here.' Vegeta thought.

He picked her up, cradling her head against his chest. She automatically clung to him, whispering "Vegeta.." in her sleep, which surprised him a little. 'The woman is dreaming about me.' He thought with a smirk across his face. It gave him a warm feeling that he had never felt before, something that he wasn't sure if he like or didn't like yet.

He went over to her room. He rested her down on her lavender colored bedspread and bent his knees to be face level with her. At that moment he had the uncontrollable urge to kiss her. The way the moonlight hit her face made he look astoundingly beautiful and almost irresistible. He brushed a few strands of hair from her face and then with all of his might got up to leave her.

Bulma cracked a smile as she heard the door close behind him.

I know I know I know it short however I will update sooner than can lick your elbow, weird I know. But remember to be a boo and review pretty please. Also, much thanks to all the reviews.

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