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The Bet

Chapter Five:

Bulma could not help but smile when she opened up her curtains to greet the morning sun. A sensation of happiness washed over her as the sun's rays warmed her skin. She had slept like a baby last night and was in a surprisingly good mood. Enough so, that she felt like making breakfast for her and the sleeping beauty that had tucked her in last night.

O O O

Vegeta woke up with the side of his face submerge in his pillow. He hardly slept last night, tossing and turning thinking about everything that had happen last night. He could not believe he had let himself get so pathetic. Vegeta ran his hands over his face and promised himself that he would never be that kind of situation again when he caught scent of the pleasant smell that had entered his room.

It was a smell that had been foreign to the house for months. It was food, real food. Vegeta had thought he was only dreaming, but the smell was just too strong for it not to be real

'Could it be?' He thought as he got up out of his bed, 'if so who was cooking.' He knew it couldn't be Bulma, because the woman could not cook for shit. She could hardly boil water much less make anything that gave off an aroma like this.

Vegeta threw some clothes before making his way downstairs to see who was creating such a feast. He could feel his mouth watering as he approached the kitchen to find to his astonishment Bulma was the one actually cooking.

"What…are doing?" Vegeta said, his voice still groggy with sleep, but Bulma had not heard him. She was too preoccupied humming to herself as she flipped pancakes onto a plate. Vegeta curiously watched her. He had never seen the woman this happy, especially when cooking. She was almost glowing.

Bulma flipped another pancake on a plate when she caught sight of Vegeta who was looking dumbfounded.

"Oh, Vegeta I did not see you there." Bulma said, cheerily. "Do you want some breakfast?" she said, pushing a plate of pancakes towards him. Vegeta stared a Bulma questionable, 'The woman has finally lost it' He thought. He looked at the plate of pancakes before him. They actually looked edible and may be even delicious, which led him to believe only one thing 'She's trying to poison me?'

"What?" Bulma said, looking innocent as can be. However, Vegeta was skeptical. The woman was not to be trusted. He was not quite sure what she would do to win the bet.

"Are you okay?" Vegeta said, narrowing his eyes at her.

Bulma just smiled. "You're being silly, Vegeta. Eat your pancakes before they get cold." Vegeta kept staring at her, unsure what he should do. The pancakes looked so good and he wanted to taste them, but he was not sure of Bulma's motives. Why was she being so nice to him? Why was she so happy? It all did not make any sense.

"If your not going to eat them, I will" Bulma said, grabbing the plate from Vegeta. Vegeta grabbed her hand and at his touch she felt a shock rush threw her like nothing she had ever felt before. Her heart skipped a beat and at that moment Bulma glanced up at Vegeta's eyes. She had never truly notice how dark they really were. All she could see was her reflection in them and nothing else. Vegeta, on the other hand, could see right threw her big blue eyes like opened windows. He could not see any signs of deception in her, which baffled him even more.

Suddenly, the phone started to ring causing Bulma to jump slighty, bringing both of them back to reality.

"I'll get it" Bulma said, regaining some of her composure.

"Hello" Bulma said, answering the phone. She turned towards Vegeta and smiled as she watched him sniff the pancake before taking a bite out of it.

"Oh, hey Bulma. This is Elle. Uh…is Vegeta around?"

Bulma's smile quickly diminished at the sound of Elle's voice. "Yeah… he's right here." Bulma said throwing the cordless phone at Vegeta, catching him slightly of guard.

"It's Elle…" Bulma scoffed before taking a seat right across from Vegeta.

"Elle," Vegeta said.

Bulma could feel the anger rise up in her as she watched Vegeta talk to Elle. She did not understand why this woman made her so mad or annoyed. 'May be it was because she was too perfect, too nice, too artificial.' Bulma thought while jamming her fork into her pancakes.

Vegeta hung up the phone after his conversation with Elle. "So, what to that girl want?" Bulma said, with disgust.

"If you must know, she wants to go out tonight. It just seems like she can't get enough of me, but who could blame her." Vegeta said, putting a whole pancake in his mouth.

"Oh, get over yourself" Bulma said, rolling her eyes again.

"You know if you keep doing that. Your eyes may just stay that way." Vegeta commented.

"Whatever...,"Bulma said sighing, "so, when she coming over."

"Later. So, I'm going to go train before she gets here." Vegeta said, before picking up a few more of her pancake. "Oh, the pancakes weren't that bad."

O O O

Bulma was watching a movie when she heard the door bell ring. She got up dreading to open it because she knew exactly who it was.

Bulma took a moment to take a deep breath before opening door. "Elle…" Bulma said with a forced smile.

"Hey, Bulma. Is Vegeta ready?"

"No, but you're welcome to come in and wait for him." Bulma said as cordially as she could.

"Thanks." Elle said walking in.

Bulma led Elle into the kitchen where Elle took a sit at one of the stools.

"Would you like something to drink?" Bulma said.

"Water…thank you." Bulma poured Elle a glass of water and gave it to her.

"You have a lovely home," Elle commented.

"Thanks."

"Umm…so how long has Vegeta been living here." Elle said, taking a sip of her water.

"Not that long… just couple years."

"Hmm…." Elle nodded looking down at her glass. "You two are related or something."

Bulma laughed. "No, thank God. Why?"

"Just wondering…. he does pay to stay here, right?"

"No, he pretty much stays here scot-free."

"Oh….um…. why?"

Bulma could see where the conversation was heading and saw this as good opportunity to turn the tables towards her favor. "Well, it's just nice having a big…strong…man around the house."

"Oh…" Elle said, slightly uncomfortable with Bulma's response. "Does your boyfriend find it okay that you to have Vegeta staying here with you?"

"Well, it doesn't really matter what he thinks anymore. We broke last night."

"Oh…I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"Don't feel bad it was on the rocks anyway."

"So, you just let Vegeta live here for free with no compensation."

"Oh…there's compensation."

"Like what." Elle said with a confused look on her face.

Bulma just smiled. "Well, like I said having a man around the house is nice and especially one who is good with his hands. Vegeta can be quite beneficial, if you know what I mean."

"Excuse me, but how is he exactly beneficial to you?"Elle said, narrowing her eyes at Bulma

"Well…" Bulma was about to continue when Vegeta strolled in.

"Hey, Elle. I did not hear you come in. You ready to go?" Vegeta said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Bulma rolled her eyes, at this.

"Yeah….I'm ready…..bye Bulma." Elle said.

"Bye." Bulma said smiling mischievously as she waved her hand towards them watching the two leave. 'Like stealing candy from a baby,' Bulma thought.

O O O

Bulma had fallen asleep on the couch after they had left when the sound of the door slamming woke her up.

Vegeta walked over to Bulma getting right in her face, "What's your problem?" Bulma said, still sleepy.

"My problem is…is that my girlfriend seemingly has the impression that I'm trading sex for rent. Now, I wonder what manipulative little bitch would make her think that. Could it be you?"

"First, I never said you were sleeping with me. Secondly, obviously she just misunderstood my words, because I would never ever sleep with the likes of you." Bulma said, pushing past Vegeta. Her plan was going just the way she had expected it too.

"Well, that's apparent. However, I'm compelled to think that it is more than just a misunderstanding of words that led her to believe this."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"If walks like a liar, talks like a liar. I would call it a liar."

"All is fair in love and war, baby. You should know that?" Bulma said, mockingly.

"You are such…fucking hypocrite. Do you know that? You call me a cheater? You need to seriously look into the mirror."

"Are you worried, Vegeta? Is that it? Have you finally realized that you can't win?"Bulma said.

"I believe your the one that's worried or you wouldn't be trying to mess things up with me and Elle than."

"Mess things up!" Bulma chuckled. "Vegeta, you and Elle are so doomed. You cannot possible think that it would last even if you were paying her."

"Why? Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can be in a lasting relationship?"

"Because you're just not boyfriend material, Vegeta, you could never be."

"So, I'm not boyfriend material. But, I probably would be if I made Elle feel just horrible about herself? Make her wait, give her bogus-ass excuses why I did not show up on a date while I screw around on her with another woman, lied to her, and made false promises. So, basically if I just treated her like complete fucking shit then I would be boyfriend material like Yamcha was, right?"

Bulma clenched her jaw. "I broke up with that asshole, okay."

"Yeah… after he completely humiliated you, Bulma…you know what…I don't know why I'm even listening to you. You would not know boyfriend material if it was living right under this r…." Vegeta trailed, catching himself. Vegeta could not allow himself to slip up again. It was becoming ridiculous. He needed to just leave before anything else stupid came out of his mouth.

"Right under this what?" Bulma said, following Vegeta. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing…" Vegeta said, trying to brush Bulma off of him. But Bulma kept grabbing him by the arm until she got him to face her. She looked into those cold black orbs of his trying to search for some kind of answer but still she couldn't find anything.

"What are you trying to say, Vegeta? Right under this roof, is that it?"

Vegeta sighed, "It doesn't matter. Just forget it."

All Vegeta could think of, was that he needed to get away from her. He had to get away from her. He would not break for her. He had too much pride and dignity, to degrade himself like this.

"I.. I….I" Bulma stuttered while a million thoughts raced through her head. 'May be Yamcha is right…' Bulma thought. So, Bulma decided to take the chance and she just went for it. She kissed Vegeta.

Again, I 'm really sorry for the delay….I hoped you like this chapter. Please do tell. Cuz I love hearing from all of you ;)