Bulma and Vegeta looked to each other as Bardock stared, tapping his fingers on the arm of his leather chair impatiently. Bulma raised a brow as she looked to her father. Neither understood the big deal. Okay, so they found them pratically all over each other, but hey, it was freezing cold outside. What did they expect them to do?
She sighed as she leaned back, relishing the feel of the soft suade on her skin.
"What's there to explain?" she asked with mild annoyance as she examined the Victorian style room. Everything was either red, gold, or a deep chestnut. There were three couches and two large chairs, along with a beaming fireplace. The walls were adorned with many portriats of what one would assume were ancestors of the family. The fire gave the room an earthly glow as Vegeta and Bulma were interrogated. She soon brought her attention back to her father who had an outraged look on his face.
The others looked at her incrediously. What's there to explain? She HAD to be joking.
Bardock growled at his daughter's behavior.
'Just like her mother.' he thought while he proceeded in wording his questions correctly.
"Do not play dumb with me, Bulma. First, tell me why I found you in a very compromising position with Vegeta." His tone demanded the truth and nothing but the truth.
Bulma shurgged.
"It was cold. We walked four miles in that shit." she pointed to the raging blizzard outside. "On our way, my legs gave out and Vegeta carried me the remaining distance. When he climbed the stairs, he over-exerted himself and fainted. I happened to be in his arms still and passed out from the cold as well."
They stared at her disbelievingly. Turles sat forward on the couch he was occupying, along with Goku, ChiChi, and Krillin.
"Why were you walking? Vegeta was driving when we left the hospital." The others nodded in agreement with his question.
"He ran out of gas on the exit." she replied as she unconsciously scooted closer to Vegeta, who seemed to want no part in the discussion.
"How'd he run out of gas?" It was Goku who decided to ask the idiotic question.
Vegeta was ready to strangle every single person in the room, with the exception of Bulma, who was trying to save their honor. He didn't understand why they were making such a big deal out of the situation. So what they had just found their sister, cousin, daughter, best friend in the lap of another one of their best friends, right after she had gotten out of a coma. He didn't see the big deal. He first decided to deal with the situation at hand, Goku.
"How do you think, moron. I didn't fill it up." he snarled as he sat his mug on the coffee table beside him.
Krillin and Tien looked to each other and grinned.
"I bet he did it so he could spend more time with Bulma!" the shorter teen blurted out, then rolled in laughter along with his best friend.
Bulma spurted out the hot chocolate that had been in her mouth and looked to the laughing boy with wide eyes. The rest of the room seemed to argee with his conclusion. Vegeta on the other hand, was flabbergasted.
'That's proposterous! Not in weather like this! I don't want to die!'
'But you'd do it?'
'I never said that!'
'You didn't deny it.'
"That's ridiculous. I would not want to spend any waking minute with this wench than need be." he replied with a huff, stopping any discussion before it could start, though no one believed him. The laughter came to a close as Bulma seethed in fury, keeping her comments about 'idiotic flame-haired munchkins' to herself.
"Is that why you two are practically sitting in each others laps right now?" 18 and ChiChi pointed out at the same time, still chuckling a bit.
Neither had realized they had drifted together during their interrogation. They blushed a deep crimson and put some distance between themselves, not looking the other in the eye. Out of nowhere, Bulma shot up. She stormed out of the room, mumbling about she was too good to be questioned like a four year old. Goku scratched the back of his head as he watched his sister walk out.
"What's wrong with her?" he said out loud as he looked to anyone who would have an answer. His father merely shook his head, once again massaging his temples. Oh, how he wished he would have moved to the Carribeans when he was 20.
"I think it's too much for her, sweety. She did just get out of a coma, now she's being questioned. I wouldn't like it either." ChiChi responded as she curled up to Goku's side.
Piccolo, who had watched the whole scene from the side, smirked to himself as he came out of the shadows and took a seat on the arm of the couch Vegeta was on. He looked to the scowling teen and quieted the room.
"Say, Vegeta, how did someone as precise as you forget to put gas in the car?" he asked, a smile tugging the corner of his lips.
Vegeta growled and glared at the green skinned annoyance. Piccolo was yet another mystery. No one knew why he was green. Someone had said something about a mishap in surgery when he was younger, but that still didn't explain the anntenas.
"I don't have to take this shit either." With that, he also stormed out of the room, leaving a few dumbfounded expressions in his wake.
When Bulma stormed out, she fully intended on leaving and returning to her humble abode. She had had enough of these people for one day. There was only one flaw in her plan. The door wouldn't open.
It was frozen shut.
Bulma had put all of her weight on it, rammed it with her shoulder, everything she could think of, and it still wouldn't budge.
'This is hopeless.' she thought to herself as she lid down the wall beside the door, intent on staying there forever. Her reverie was broken by a deep chuckle. Her head jerked to the source of the noise, her eyes narrowing dangerously at the teenager standing in front of her.
"Having trouble?" His voice sent shivers down her spine.
She glared at him as he stood there with his arms crossed like he owned the world.
"Go away, Vegeta. I don't feel like dealing with your shit." she growled out as she averted her eyes.
She saw him walk up to the door and proceed to open it. He tried the exact same technique she had not five minutes before.
"Having trouble?" she mocked as she sneered at him.
He glanced at him from over his shoulder, "What's wrong with this damn thing?"
She rolled her eyes at his question.
"What do you think? It's frozen shut. In other words, we're stuck."
He turned to her fully, his eyes big as saucers. He spotted a window above Bulma's head and walked up to it. He stepped beside her and tried to pry it open. When it wouldn't budge as well, he growled.
"Already tried that." Bulma pointed out.
Vegeta let out a sigh of frustration as he too slid down the wall.
"I can't take those idiots for another second or i'll kill them." he growled as he ran his fingers through his soft black hair.
"You and me both. All I wanted was some privacy, but nooo, i'm stuck with the most nosy people in the world." Bulma huffed as she laid her head on the maroon wall behind her, looking to Vegeta as she said this. He chuckled a bit at her exclamation.
"Your life sucks."
She let a smirk grace her flawless face.
"Yours isn't much better, buddy. We're all stuck here, remember?" She stood to her feet and offered him a hand. He looked at it for a second and took it cautiously. Once she helped him up, they dusted themselves off and started down the intricately decorated hallway.
"So, do you know your way around this place?" she asked as they turned a corner and came to a stariway leading to some sort of basement.
He smirked and nodded.
"Like the back of my hand." He grabbed her hand unconciously and led them down the stairwell.
Bulma looked around in the dark, or tried too. Since being in her coma, she had become friends with darkness, and seemed to enjoy it more than light. She watched her step as Vegeta instructed her on which ones were loose and which ones weren't even there.
"Um, Vegeta? I trust you're not going to rape me in a dark supply closet or whatever, but where are we going?"
He genuinely laughed at her question and shook his head.
'She really trusts me. That's a new one.' he thought as he came to his destination. He creaked the large wooden door open and groped the walls for the lightswitch, something he could never find no matter how many times he came down here. Once he found it, he clicked it on and smirked as Bulma gasped in surprise. It was an art studio, or as close to one as you could get in a raggedy basement room.
It had black walls that were covered in an assortment of scenes and pictures of what Bulma thought were someone's memories. She could easily make out characters she knew were her, Vegeta, Kakarott, her father, and the rest of the gang in many different scenarios. The carpet was a dull gray and was splattered with paint of different shades and hues. There were easles and canvases laying about, some half painted, some finished, some blank. In the far right corner, there was a shelf covered with spray paint, paint cans, and brushes of every size, shape, and color. There was a tarp laying beside it as well. In the left corner closest to the door a couch resided, with a very expensive stereo system beside it. In the very middle of the room, seemed to be an unfinished project.
Bulma walked up to it and walked around it. Halfway painted on the rather large canvas was the first day she had seen Kakarott at school. Though she could tell whoever painted had stopped and started many times, it looked perfect so far. Not a single detail was missed. She spun around and saw Vegeta leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, watching her with a smirk on his face.
"Who did all of this?" she asked as she walked around and examined everything.
He pushed himself off of the wall and walked behind her.
"Me and Kakarott."
She twirled around and faced him, causing him to nearly run her over from the sudden movement. She never knew her brother had any art skills. It must run in the family because she was a great artist as well.
"Kakarott? What work is his?" she asked as she looked around the room a little more.
Vegeta whistled her over to him and peeled back a white sheet of paper on the same wall the door was on. She gasped as she saw what was behind it.
Behind the paper was different scenes of her and her brother when they were under Frieza. From them working on cars with Radditz, the one time she beat this guy for grabbing her butt, and he had stood and watched, to the shootout, to her getting shot four months ago. She ran her hand along the paintings as if she was making sure they were real. She looked over her shoulder when Vegeta started to speak.
"When we first discovered this room, he started on that. Whenever he was angry or upset he would come down here and work on that wall. I never knew who these people were, he would never tell me. After a while I left him alone, thinking he was just an idiot. When you showed up, everything fit perfectly. I take it these are memories of his?" he inquired as he came up beside Bulma, admiring the work as well.
She shook her head.
"From when we were with Frieza. Many great memories were made during that time. We learned quite a bit about each other those years, things i'm sure we would have never known if it wasn't for the conditions we were in. That's the only good thing that bastard did for me, bring me closer to Kakarott."
Vegeta stared at her as she remembered her past life. He had never met someone so complicated as Bulma. He loved it. There was always something new to learn about her, no matter what. She wasn't systamatic like many of the other girls he knew. She was unpredictable, plus she could hold her own in a fight, verbal or physical.
Feeling eyes burning into the side of her face, Bulma turned towards Vegeta. They lost themselves in each other's eyes, marveling at how much they saw in that one glance. Like magnets, they drew to each other.
They were so lost they didn't notice the distance between them had gradually decreased till barely an inch was left. Vegeta cupped her face with his right hand, his thumb running over the smooth skin of her cheek. He leaned in until his lips were so close to hers she could feel his breath escaping his lips.
Bulma's heart was racing. She had no idea what was going on. She wouldn't deny her and Vegeta had been interested in each other for a while, but Brolly was always there, not that she would cheat on him anyways. Now, they were so close to what they both wanted.
"Vegeta." she breathed against his lips when neither moved an inch.
As soon as she said his name, he crushed his lips against hers. He took advantage of her mouth being open and slid his tongue into her moist cave, relishing in the flavor. Once the initial shock wore off, Bulma was just as, if not more greedy in her exploration. Her hands came up to rest around his neck while his settled on her hips, pulling her as close to him as he could. They continued on their examination of each other's mouths for another couple of minutes before Vegeta pulled away and waited for her reaction.
Bulma slowly opened her eyes, her breathing labored slightly and her lips swollen. She stared into his eyes for a whole five seconds before she captured his mouth in a passionate kiss once more.
Unbeknownst to the duo, a figure stood in the doorway watching the whole episode. He chuckled to himself as he turned and walked back up the steps to inform the others of what he just witnessed.