Prompt: Magic.
A/N: Okay, so this is a little crackish, so don't be surprised if Bulma and Vegeta get a little OOC (it's in good humor! I hope). So, I hope you enjoy my attempt at something totally out there...funny-wise XD
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
She fell back onto the couch as a heavy breath pushed out of her lungs. Things wouldn't be so bad if Vegeta would just do as he was told the first time she asked! If it didn't have to do with training or eating she had to fight him tooth and nail on the subject! Granted he was still adjusting to his new life on a peaceful planet, but that didn't mean he had to be such a pain in the ass!
A deep sigh passed her lips as she picked up the remote to the TV. "If only it were that easy," she mumbled to herself as her mind begin to drift.
"Woman! What are you doing lazing about?" Vegeta stood before her with his arms crossed and the permanent scowl etched onto his features. "I thought I asked you to fix the GR an hour ago."
Bulma rolled her eyes before looking up at him. "Would it kill you to relax for a day?" She pushed the power button on the remote and her jaw dropped slightly.
Vegeta's entire body relaxed. His arms uncrossed as his shoulders dropped slightly. His arms dangled helplessly at his sides. His facial features softened (an odd look indeed). His eyebrows now arched instead of being dangerously narrowed. The corner of his lips upturned naturally instead of being pressed tightly together or opened in a growl.
"Oh wow," the words slipped amusedly from her mouth as she looked from the remote to Vegeta.
"What the hell!" Vegeta tried to raise arms. "What did you do to me?"
The harsh words coming from such a soft face made her laugh. "I honestly don't know, but this is awesome."
"What do you mean 'you don't know'? You've probably been planning this for weeks."
She stood from her seat as her hands flew to her hips. "I have not!" she yelled back. "If I could've made something like this, I would've done it long before the androids showed up, believe me!" The last part she mumbled to herself as her head tilted down to look at the remote in her hand
"Well turn that thing off!"
She pouted a little as she turned her back on Vegeta. Cradling the remote a little closer to her body, she looked down at the buttons to see what they now said. "Hmm." The odd thing was the remote hadn't changed a bit, so how had she managed to relax Vegeta with it?
"Did you hear me?" he once again shouted.
Bulma whipped around again to stare at the irate Saiyan. "Stop your bitching." Her finger slid over the power button again and she once again watched in amusement as his mouth shut tight. She squealed in delight as her face lit with a bright smile. "This is the best present ever!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously as his lips remained sealed. Arms raised to cross against his chest. Wait, his arms, he could move them? With an inward smirk he moved one foot forward then the other. The woman was too wrapped in her giddiness to noticed the small careful steps and the quick swipe of his hand.
Bulma let out a sharp scream as a hand grabbed her wrist. The tight grip kept her from jerking away as she struggled. "Let me go you big jerk!" She looked over at him and the fire set in his eyes. "I mean it, Vegeta." His grip suddenly loosened it's hold and she grinned. "That's what I thought. Now…" she stopped as she watched his eyes roll slightly and the hand that had been holding her was now around his own throat. "Oh, oh no. Um. Speak. Breath." She once again pushed the button and Vegeta began to take in deep breaths.
"For fuck's sake, woman!" his voice was raspy and deep as he continued to breath heavily. "You're seriously trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"I am not!" she huffed with a stomp of her foot. "I told you I don't know what's going on. I didn't know that by telling you to shut up it would cut off your breathing, too." Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked down at the object in her hand.
Vegeta flexed his muscles: arms, legs, abs, neck, shoulders. Everything apparently seemed to be working properly and he could breath, talk, and could feel his eyes narrow and widen. He glanced over at Bulma, who was still giving her attention to the remote. His bare feet slid smoothly over the carpeted floor as he inched closer.
"Don't move."
And he didn't. His body stopped in a crouched position and his right arm stretching out to reach her. "Bulma," her name came out between clenched teeth.
"Now you listen here, mister." She held up the remote, waving it in front of his face. "I have the power, and there are so many things that I could make you do right now." A vicious grin graced her lips. "So I'd be careful what you say to me."
"I want you to fix the damn gravity room and leave me the hell alone," he once again spoke through clenched teeth.
"Well, you know what I wanna do?" She watched as his eyes rolled. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "I wanna relax, with you."
"No. I will not."
"Oh, stop it." She once again waved the remote. "You're going to do it, so smile."
And, yet again, he did. His cheeks burned slightly at the odd sensation of having a real smile on his face.
She took a step back and grabbed his hand. "Now come relax with me on the couch." His hand relaxed in hers and she dragged him to the couch. She sat down on the end cushion and tugged the relaxed body of her partner down with her. His head rested on her lap as her fingers automatically swept through his hair. "Isn't this nice?"
"No," he grumbled. A soft slap landed on his shoulder and an annoyed sigh left his lips. "You Earthlings are so lazy because there is no way this is considered nice or fun."
"Don't make me use the remote to shut your mouth again," she warned half-heartedly as her fingers continued to comb through the coarse strands. "Besides, this is nice and fun for couples. It's nice to be with the one you love, and I have fun torturing you."
"Tch. Big surprise there."
"Oh 'cause you don't have fun torturing me!" she accused with another slap. "Woman, the GR needs fixed. Your mother's not here, where's my food," her voice lowered to imitate him as best she could. "Oh, and don't forget: 'Shut that brat up!' That never gets old."
"Bulma." A weak arm raised to lay a hand on her cheek. "There's something I need to tell you." He reached into the pocket of his gym shorts as he sat up.
"Wait, you're supposed to relaxing. How are you moving?" She could feel the panic rising in her chest as he pushed himself off the couch. His hand finally pulled free from the pocket, a gnarled looking stick clutched in his fingers. "What is that?"
A smirk appeared on his face as he stood before her. His wrist twisted and waved the wand with practiced ease. "Rennervate!" he shouted as the wand pointed at her and a blue beam shot from the tip and toward her chest.
Blue eyes blinked opened as she jerked up and off the couch to stand on her feet. The television remote flipped from her lap, bounced off the corner of the coffee table, and landed on the floor at her feet. She groaned as a hand rested against her dizzy forehead and she fell back on the couch. "Ugh, even in my dreams he's still an ass."
"BULMA!" The yell practically shook the huge complex as the sound of stomping feet came closer. Not a minute later Vegeta was crossing the threshold into the living area. "What are you doing? I thought I asked…."
"Oh, shut up." She scooped the remote from the floor, aimed it at Vegeta, and pressed the power button. The television turned on as she looked over at the Saiyan. She frowned slightly as he stalked over to where she sat with an annoyed look.
He grabbed the remote from her and turned the device off. He had training to do, which meant she needed to get up off her lazy ass. "I already told you that the gravity room is broken and needs to be fixed. Then I come down here to find you watching this idiot box you human's are so addicted to."
Bulma sat back against the couch and rubbed her forehead. "I just put Trunks down for his nap, okay. I just needed a little me time."
He scoffed again as he set the remote on the table. "I already told you this once, and you know how much I hate to repeat myself." His hand reached into the pocket of his shorts and out came the same wand. "Rennervate!"
"What the…." her words died as she met black irises. "I'm awake this time, right?" she asked a little panicky.
"I hope so. I've been trying to wake you for the past five minutes and you just kept mumbling shit."
She nodded slightly before reaching out and feeling the pockets of his shorts. He jumped back, calves knocking into the coffee table. "What are you doing?" His eyes were wide, but his mouth was set in a frown.
"Just checking." She watched as his eyes relaxed before an eyebrow shot up in curiosity. "I suppose you need me to fix the GR now?"
"I got your father to do it."
She gave another nod as she relaxed further back onto the couch. "You wanna sit with me?" She patted the seat next to her.
"Not even in your dreams, woman," he scoffed. "I'm going outside." He turned to head out, but turned his head to look over his shoulder. "You could go help your father since it takes him half as long to finish something compared to you."
She bristled, but almost instantly calmed. "Thank you for the compliment, Vegeta." She stood from her seat and went to wrap her arms around his waist. He just gave a grunt as she rested her head on his back. It may not have been the kind of relaxing she wanted with him, but it was a step in the right direction as he let her cling to him. "I'll come get you when we're finished."