A few days later, Bulma and her mother were in the garden, enjoying the Sunday morning, while Dr. Briefs was preparing an enormous barbecue. Panchy offered her daughter some lemonade and chirped in a low voice: "I can see who you're looking at, even with those sunglasses.". Bulma blushed: "What?".
Panchy got closer: "Oh, sweetiepie, I'm your mother. I can see right through you. I see the way you look at him.". Bulma played the uptight girl: "Oh please, I have a boyfriend!" "Oh, do you? You mean the boy that you haven't seen in… what, two weeks now?" "We're both busy lately." "You mean the guy who cheated on you on several occasions and made you cry yourself to sleep?".
Bulma fell silent, she didn't expect her mom to be so harsh. Panchy patted Bulma's back lightly: "Honey, I'm not trying to humiliate you, I'm just trying to make you think. You seem very interested in our guest. And he reciprocates, but surely you know." "He what?".
The blonde woman raised one eyebrow and smiled knowingly: "He has a brand new gravity room, yet he's training in the garden, just when you happen to be outside that lab." "He's just trying to-" "To show off, yes.".
Bulma looked at Vegeta for a long moment, then scooted her chair closer to her mother's: "Mom, do you really think…" "Absolutely. He looks at you every time you're not looking.". Bulma blushed: "Really?" Panchy seemed offended: "Are you doubting my abilities at this?" Bulma snickered: "No, mom, you're the best at this.".
"But... what am I supposed to do?" "First thing to do is ask yourself if you're happy with your situation or if you want to let go of the past and dive into a new adventure." "Are you suggesting me to drop Yamcha? But you love him.".
Panchy exhaled: "I love all of your friends, honey… your friends… you're just friends now. Friends with benefits yes, but… oh, am I the only one who sees it?". Bulma bit her lower lip in silence. Well, she's not wrong.
The older woman asked gently: "Are you still happy with him?". Bulma answered automatically: "Yes.". Panchy: "No.".
Bulma was confused: "What?" "You're not happy, honey. And you haven't been in a long time. That's also why you are always so nervous and angry. You're together out of habit and that's wrong. It's time you take the courage and take your life in your hands." "But mom…" "What, dear?" "It's Yamcha." "And so?" "It's always been him.". Panchy exhaled: "Exactly my point. You are used to being with him, but maybe it's time to grow up and switch from a boy to… a man.".
Bulma tortured her lip, her mind swirling. She has her points. Yamcha has cheated a few times… but he loves me. I should give him another chance. But then… How many more should I give him? And then… it's like our relationship never really evolved… and just a couple of days ago I thought about dropping him… it's not even the first time I think of it… things have changed since Namek… whenever I'm with Vegeta I desperately want to be single (she looked up at him and sighed)… I can't keep my eyes off that damn Saiyan, that must mean something… Oh, shit.
Her mother filled a big glass with ice and lemonade and approached a shirtless Vegeta, Bulma couldn't hear what she was telling him, but he emptied the glass in a gulp and she returned with a big smile: "Oh, dear, if I were 20 years younger I'd be all over him." "Mom!" Panchy chuckled: "Oh, I'm a happily married woman, but dear gods isn't he handsome?". Bulma tried to act casual and lied: "I hadn't noticed…" "Sure, dear. Sure.".
Panchy sat back in her chair and continued: "I'm not saying you should jump on him, but… if I were you, I'd be single for a while. Some time by yourself will help you clear your mind and find yourself, understand what you want and then, maybe… sit back and see what happens. I'm not saying you need a man to be happy. No one needs a partner to be happy.".
Bulma confessed: "Mom, I… I already wanted to end things with Yamcha, but I don't know how. I don't want to hurt him, I want us to still be friends.". Panchy smiled softly: "Just be honest with him, tell him that you're no longer in love and that you want a more mature relationship. Being nice is always the best thing, but don't forget he cheated.". The young woman looked at her own hands, her thoughts fighting in her heart.
Bulma looked up at Vegeta, then said sadly: "We fight most of the time." "You both are extremely stubborn, full of pride and hotheaded. You also both have a lot of energy, maybe some frustration too… and perhaps you could redirect that energy and passion somewhere else…".
Bulma blushed: "Mom!". Panchy laughed cheerfully: "Oh, don't be such a prude with me. There's chemistry between the two of you, I can feel it. And then, for once, you finally found someone who can argue with you on your same level. He never backs down.". Bulma smiled dreamily: "Yeah, he's terribly smart.". Panchy nudged her in the shoulder: "That is one of the best qualities in a man, if you ask me.".
The blonde woman took her daughter's hand in hers and added sweetly: "Can you honestly tell me that this man has not awakened the old you? Bulma the adventurer is back since he landed here. He's given you a completely new purpose and you're thriving.".
Bulma sighed: "He surely is never boring, but… He'll never make a move on me." "You've never been shy." "He's different." "Really? He blushes when he looks at you.". Bulma smiled sheepishly and pulled a strand of curly hair behind her ear: "He… really?".
Bulma's father approached them: "Is there some lemonade for the cook?". Panchy was already on her feet: "Of course, sweetheart! Here, a big, fresh glass of lemonade for my favorite cook.". The blonde woman kissed him on the cheek and he went back to grill the meat, smiling happily.
"Mom, how did you know dad was the right one?" "He made my heart beat faster! And still does!". Bulma smiled: her parents' love was her biggest treasure, it never failed. Sure, they had their fights, but then love always prevailed. She wanted something like that.
Bulma looked back at the cause of her torment, who was now kicking the air so fast she almost couldn't see him. I like you, Saiyan. Oh so very much. But you're fucking uptight and stubborn.
Her mom said softly: "What scares you, dear?" "He's evil." "No honey, he was evil, even better: he was forced to be evil. The past is not an ending, but a beginning and from there we can improve. We can all grow from our mistakes." "He said he misses killing.".
The blonde woman smiled sadly: "I think he was in darkness for so long that he lost himself. You should show him the light, be his light. But be prepared: he might slip back into darkness sometimes if he's been there for too long, as he might find it comfortable.".
Bulma sighed: "I'm already trying, mom. I am kind and gentle even when he's rude and yes, he's opening up a little, but I don't know… seems like a lot of work, uh?". Her mother smiled: "I think he might be worth it.".
Why the fuck is my blonde, lightheaded mom so wise? Why do I want her to be right so badly? But where do I start? And… will he let me in?
Her mom raised her voice immediately as their guest approached: "Oh, Vegeta dear, come sit with us, it's almost ready. More lemonade?". He nodded, drying the sweat with a cloth and putting his t-shirt on.
He looked at Bulma and pointed at her sunglasses: "What are those?". She took them off and showed them to him: "These? Sunglasses. They protect your eyes from the rays of the sun, so you can see better without straining your eyes. Try them.".
Vegeta took the sunglasses and put them on: "Is this all they do? No scan? No datas? No translation?". Bulma smiled: "Nope, they're just good for your eyes and fashionable.". He handed the glasses over and their fingers brushed. Both retracted them quickly, like burnt.
While eating, Bulma asked curiously: "Why did you ask if my sunglasses translated? Did your scouter also translate?". He nodded, chewing on the meat that Panchy had put on his plate. She continued: "Is that how you learnt our language?". He cleaned his mouth: "No, the scouter could translate, but the languages were learnt in the travel pods, during sleep.".
Bulma's eyes widened, she turned to her father: "Dad, did you hear this?". He nodded: "Yes, that is extremely interesting, how did it work?". Vegeta explained: "Depending on what we had to do on a planet, it would be set differently: if the planet was to be conquered, we'd learn to speak and understand, if it was to be emptied, we didn't learn anything at all. Basics could be learnt in 3 days. For better knowledge, about 2 weeks.".
If it was to be emptied. Bulma pretended not to have heard that part, she asked: "But could you also learn to write and read?" "It's possible, but we never did it, it was never needed.". Bulma looked back at her father: "Sleep-learning, can you imagine, dad?". He smiled: "It might really help all the people who are forced to move far away and learn new languages. Or even just people who have difficulties learning something.".
Bulma nodded, then looked at Vegeta: "Was it just sound or also images?". Vegeta shrugged: "How do I know? I was sleeping.". "Dad, after this is all over, I want to do this!". The lavender-haired man smiled: "Brilliant idea, but we should retrieve one of their pods.".
Bulma turned again towards Vegeta and asked: "Do you think I could learn a language too with that?". He scoffed: "Why? What do you need to learn?". She said simply: "I'd like to learn yours.". Vegeta choked on his food: "What? Why?". Bulma shrugged: "Well, I love learning and maybe you miss your language.". Yes, I do and I'd love to hear you speak it.
The prince looked at her fiercely, then said defiantly: "It's pointless, I'm the only one in the universe who speaks it, it's a dead language… it's a stupid idea.". Bulma said gently: "Well, I'd like to learn it anyway. Say something in your language!". Vegeta blushed furiously: "In Saiyago? No.". "Oh, come on! Pleeeease!".
Vegeta waited a moment, thinking hard, then looked at Bulma straight in the eyes and said a few words in a very, very weird language. Bulma's mother was excited: "Oh, that was weird!". Bulma's smile broadened, fascinated, her eyes were shining: "What did you say?" Vegeta lied: "I said it's a stupid idea.". I said you're the most beautiful woman in the universe, you crazy woman.
That same evening, Bulma had finally gathered the courage to break up with Yamcha. Not that she had had many choices considering that her mother had been bothering her the whole day, trying to make her ride the wave of her mood...
Her head had been full of great things to say during all the time she'd been driving. But now her mind was completely blank.
She was standing right in front of his door and was taking deep breaths, feeling terribly guilty and selfish. Hi Yamcha, I want to break up with you because I have the hots for the Saiyan that tried to kill us all and that now lives in my home. Oh shit, I can't do this. I'll break his heart.
Bulma took a step back from the door, biting her lower lip nervously. I can't do this. It's Yamcha! This is a stupid idea! She walked away a few more steps, but stopped dead quite quickly. No Bulma, get your shit together, you have to do this. You want to do this.
She turned around and looked at the red door. She'd been here so many times before. She straightened her back. This is the day I choose to grow up. This is the day I take my life in my hands. Oh, stop being dramatic. This is the day you chose the sexy Saiyan, that's all.
She swallowed soundly, reached the door, took another deep breath and raised her hand to knock. She heard a voice cry: "Yamcha!". She was puzzled. She looked around, but no one was there. I'm going mad.
The blue haired woman knocked and waited, but no one answered. But he's home. The car is in the parking lot and he almost never flies when he's in town. Maybe he's sleeping.
She knocked again, louder. Nothing. Maybe he's gone out to get something. I'll go inside and wait for him. She took out the keys to his home and looked at them. I have to return these anyway.
She opened and found herself face to face with Pual. She screamed. Pual screamed. Bulma put a hand on her heart and laughed: "Oh, shit, you scared me, Pual! Where's Yamcha?".
Pual looked nervous, he whispered hurriedly: "He's not here, go home, I'll tell him you-". Bulma smiled: "No, thanks, I'll wait here, there's something important I have to-".
Bulma's voice died in her throat. Her eyes had fallen on something that should not have been there. A pair of high heels lay scattered on the ground. She picked them up. Her breath was labored, she turned to Pual, fire in her eyes. Pual looked scared: "Bulma, no, it's not-". She hissed: "Shut the fuck up! I hate it when you cover up for him!".
She stomped to the bedroom and almost knocked the door down, scaring the shit out of the two people that were in the bed: "YOU FUCKING CHEATER!". Yamcha and a very shocked red haired girl fell off the bed, both completely starkers.
Chaos ensued. Pual flew after Bulma to try and cover her view while she swatted him like an annoying fly, the unknown girl screamed, Yamcha fumbled with the blanket, stammering nonsense.
Bulma was fuming: "So that's who was calling your name!", Yamcha was trying desperately to cover himself and to utter a stupid excuse: "Bulma?! Oh Bulma it's not-". The naked girl screamed louder, trying to yank the blanket off the bed: "Yamcha, honey, what-".
Bulma silenced them all, yelling at the top of her lungs: "Everybody shut the fuck up NOW!". Silence fell immediately, all eyes were on Bulma, who was flaring with wrath. She pointed a finger at Yamcha: "I came here to break up with your lousy ass, but I was afraid to break your heart! And you were in here fucking another- You… you… fuck you! It's fucking over!". She threw the keys at him and hit him in the nose painfully.
She walked out the door without turning back and got in her car. Her phone started ringing immediately. She looked at it. Yamcha. She put it on silent and drove home, a loud, liberating scream of anger rising from deep within her heart.
And then her eyes finally let free all the tears she'd been keeping.
Bulma went to her room and took off her sneakers. What the fuck just happened? She absentmindedly took off her skirt, her top and her bra, tossing them on the bed. He couldn't even look at a girl without fainting and now… When did he change into a womanizer? Why did he do that to me?
She took the first pair of shorts she found in her drawer, a big t-shirt and put them on, then headed to her bathroom. Fuck him! I don't need him. I wanted to drop him anyway. Fucking loser. She was not even pretty.
She took off her earrings and started cleaning off her makeup, still replaying the last events in her mind. Her thoughts took a sadder route. But… when did he start cheating? And why? Why was I never enough for him?
Mom was right, we were just friends with benefits, it was just me to see more in that relationship. But then again, why am I sad? I wanted to leave him anyway. But maybe it's not for Yamcha. Maybe I'm just angry for the time I wasted in a dead-end relationship. Or maybe I'm just scared of the future. Oh fuck, I'm pretty dumb for a so-called genius.
She looked at her own reflection in the mirror and thought she looked pretty miserable: she had red, swollen eyes, with tears still streaming down her cheeks. And why the hell am I crying?
She washed her face with cold water and touched her hair. These fucking curls are leaving me tomorrow, I'm sick of it.
She took a few deep breaths to calm down, let out a tired sigh and watched the clock on her nightstand: it was just 10pm, so she figured she'd numb herself with some tv, sure she'd be unable to fall asleep.
She headed to the kitchen barefoot to grab a big pack of chips, then went to the living room where she fell on the couch unceremoniously to choose a movie.
After a few minutes, she felt the couch slump beside her. Vegeta. She rolled her eyes, almost amused and instinctively pushed the chips towards him.
He grabbed a fistful, asking: "What is it?". She shrugged: "No idea, I just turned it on.". He grinned: "That's violent… You never watch this kind of… (he turned to look at her and his voice dropped) you cried.". She tried to wipe her face: "Oh, I must be a mess.".
He turned to face the tv, embarrassed to have said that aloud, now she'd think he cared. And he didn't. He absolutely didn't. Didn't she tell her mother that she was going to the loser's? And why did her mother tell her to be brave and that it was the best thing to do? What the fuck happened?
He furrowed his eyebrows, not looking at her: "Did he hurt you?" She was taken aback: "What?". His voice was deep, his fists clenched on his knees, he repeated slowly: "I asked if the weakling hurt you.".
She looked at his profile with her mouth slightly agape, shocked at his tone, he was clearly in distress. Do you care about me, prince?
She answered, trying to sound casual: "Nah, I went to his house to break up with him and I found him fucking another girl.".
He turned to face her and looked at her with a shocked expression: "You found… what?" "He was having sex with another girl.". All Vegeta could muster was: "Oh.". She laughed: "I hit him in the nose with the keys! You should have seen his face!". He seemed to relax: "Nice move. Never liked him.".
Bulma looked at him for a moment, then said heavily: "I did. I did like him. A lot. But…". He looked puzzled: "Didn't you just say you wanted to break up with him?". She looked at him: "Yes. Yes, I wanted to break up with him and what I found made things much easier, but seeing him like that was… horrible. I mean, I knew he cheated on me, but seeing it with my eyes…".
Vegeta said simply: "I can kill him if you want.". She said flatly: "I can kill him as well if I want.". He looked at her surprised while she continued ominously: "I'm extremely good with weapons, I'm a fucking sniper if I want to. And I'm rich enough to have his body disappear with no trace. But I'm a lady, so I won't.". Vegeta was speechless. Well, she's got guts.
After a moment, Bulma shook her head and rubbed her face with her hands: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.". No whining on a cheater, you're better than that, Bulma.
She paused, inhaled slowly, switched off the tv, then turned completely towards him, crossing her long, naked legs on the big couch. She pulled her curly hair behind her ear and asked bravely: "Let's start again. What do you want to talk about?". He was taken aback: "What?". She rolled her eyes: "Come on, you don't want to hear me whining and I don't want to waste any more time on Yamcha… let's talk about something that is interesting for both!".
His mind was blank, she asked: "Do you want to tell me about your adventures in space?" "No.". "Oh, come on, you know I love them!" "No." "Do you want to see the projects for the new bots?". He blinked a few times: "Now?!". She pleaded: "Come ooon!". He rolled his eyes: "Fine, let's hear about your new bots… which will never last more than 5 minutes anyway, because honestly they're no match for me, woman, your technology is not advanced enough.".
She grinned and started talking fast: "Maybe the old ones, but the new ones are made of a completely new material that I brought back from Namek… well, it was just a sample, but I recreated it back here in the lab and I ran a lot of tests and-"
Vegeta was losing track of what she was saying, his ears going deaf, only able to hear his own heartbeat while Bulma's mouth moved, clearly ranting about something. She's shining. Oh, look at her eyes, so clear and bright. And she's smiling. Oh fuck, I want to kiss her so bad right now. (He licked his lips). I want to touch you. Oh fuck... but I can't.
He blinked a few times and tried to focus on her words. She was still talking: "-And I'm sure that they'll be able to endure 10 times more strength!".
He turned completely towards her, mimicking her position, now genuinely interested, his black eyes lit up: "10 times? Not bad. But what about the speed? The last ones were really embarrassing." "Well, I'm working on that too and I think that there is a solution, but I need a material that is very rare to find and it might require me weeks because it's deep down in a cave on-" "I can get that.".
Bulma's eyes lit up: "What? Really? How? Could you? Yes, of course you could! (She clapped her hands a few times, like a little girl in a candy shop). Oh, that would help me so much, it would speed up the process by weeks! And then I could go back to working on the new armor!". He raised an eyebrow: "New armor?". She beamed: "Yes, I was almost done, but then the gravity room broke, so I had to stop that project to build the new one… and then, after I finish the armor, I can…".
Vegeta chuckled and she went silent, blushing sheepishly: "What?". He smiled: "You really get excited for all of this.". She looked at her hands: "My brain is restless, I always have chaos in my head and the only way to find peace is to work. I love my job and I love challenges. And the whole project means so much to me. I cannot fight, but I have a talent for science and technology. It's about saving my family, my friends, my home… you've given up everything to stay here and help us and I have to give it my all…".
Vegeta scoffed: "I'm not here to help you. I'm here to prove I'm the strongest. And once I destroy those stupid droids, I'll destroy Kakarot and then…". She swallowed: "And then?". He shrugged, saying something that was obvious: "I'll conquer the universe.".
She smiled dreamily: "Can I come with you?". He blushed furiously: "W-what?". Bulma shrugged: "Sounds fun!". Vegeta looked genuinely offended: "Sounds… fun? Conquering the universe is not a funny thing, woman! You have no idea! (He counted on his fingers) I'll have to go back into space, I'll have to kill a big bunch of people, I'll have to conquer more planets, I'll have to-" "I can help you!". His mouth fell open. You what?
Bulma looked excited: "I could use my technology to help you. I could make weapons and an army of bots for you! With your power and my brain… think about it… we'd be unstoppable together and… (she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands) Oh, I'm so, so sorry, I got carried away.".
Her eyes welled with tears, she tried her best to push them back down her throat: "I'm sorry, Vegeta. It was a very difficult evening for me and I invaded your dream. I'm very sorry. I'd better go to bed.". She got up quickly and left.
But… but where are you going, woman? I want to conquer the universe with you! I want to be unstoppable with you... Bulma.
The following afternoon, Bulma was working in the lab. Now, she was in her "loud thinking" phase, which meant that, even if she was alone in the lab, she was having a full conversation with herself out loud.
She had found out along the years that this was one of the most effective ways for her to reason on complicated things, because she was so good at arguing that she could easily do it by herself and it usually helped a lot, because she'd reason so hard to win the argument against herself that she'd push her own limits and often find brilliant solutions. Also, she always needed to have the last word. And that helped as well.
"They're not fast enough! - That's why I need that material! - And what are you going to do with it? You don't even know how much he's going to bring back or when becau-"
A loud noise behind her startled her. She jumped around scared, a hand on her heart and saw Vegeta with an enormous rock in front of him, almost as big as a minivan.
The man was staring at her with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open, but emitting no sound. She changed her hair. It's back to how she had it back on Namek, but longer. She looks…
"Oh my gods, you did it!". Bulma was jumping with excitement, she ran to him and hugged him tightly: "Thank you sooo much!" "Get off me!". She broke the hug and looked at the rock with shining eyes: "It's huuuge! How did you-? Oh, nevermind, what a stupid question! You're phenomenal, Vegeta! Absolutely phenomenal! I promise that next time I get the dragon balls, you will pick the wish, ok? But nothing bad, of course!".
I don't need the dragon balls, woman. What I want is your body, can I have that? Oh, the things I'd do to you…
"Vegeta? Vegeta, are you listening?". He came out of his reverie and cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment: "Yeah, ehm… is this the right one?". She was already scanning it with a small tool and she was beaming: "Absolutely! You did a great job! I might even hire you officially for this!".
He observed her while she quickly ran to her table to grab a couple of instruments to start working on it immediately. She looked happy. He'd brought her a stupid huge rock and she couldn't stop smiling.
She's weird. And passionate and spontaneous and true. And that smile... Of course she's smiling, I am… uhm… oh yes, I'm phenomenal.
He left silently, his chest swelling with pride for having made her smile, but she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice.
After dinner, she wanted to thank him again, but he had disappeared quickly. She went to the terrace and leaned on the banister, looking up at the sky.
With the corner of her eyes she saw there was something on the roof, something… no, someone! There he was! Bulma reached the stairs that gave access to the roof and clumsily sat beside him.
"Hi.". Vegeta didn't answer, he was staring in the distance, so she simply sat there by him. He looked sad. Let me in your heart, my prince, I can heal you.
Bulma said quietly: "Are you feeling like you're alone in the universe?". He looked at her surprised, as if she'd just vocalized his blurry thoughts, then smiled somberly: "I am.". Not as long as I am with you, prince.
She lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and sighed: "You know, sometimes I think that it's just all so weird, unfair and pointless. Look at all those people in the distance, going on with their lives. It's like… I don't know how to explain it… it's like they live smaller lives. They don't know shit about fuck. They don't know about magic dragons who grant wishes, about what goes on in the universe, about Freeza, about lost planets, about the androids. They just live their simple lives happily, with their small problems… I mean some smaller, some bigger of course but still… someone else watches over them and we're holding all that weight on our shoulders. It's unfair. I mean, I know I shouldn't complain because I have it all… rich, smart, healthy and blah blah blah, but sometimes… I'd just love to be the dumbest and go about my day only wondering about what I'll eat next, not worried about the doom. (She let out a heavy sigh). Oh, how I wish I was a teenager again, looking for the dragon balls to wish for a boyfriend.". He chuckled.
She inhaled again and huffed the smoke out with a smile: "I really did that, you know?". He raised his eyebrows, honestly amused: "You what?". She nodded with a much lighter spirit, hugging her knees: "I invented the radar at 15, all by myself, after I found a dragon ball in our cellar and I read about the legend. And at 16 I was allowed to go around the world to find them. All because I wanted a boyfriend. Ah, those were the days! That's how I met Goku, you know?".
Vegeta asked suspiciously: "He… he was the boyfriend you wished for?". Bulma looked at him for a moment in disbelief, then burst in a wonderful laugh: "No! Oh, dear gods, no! No! He's like a brother to me! Oh gods, I could never! He's not… oh, sometimes I wonder how Gohan was even conceived! No, the first time we met I bumped into him with my car and then I shot him." He laughed: "Really?".
Bulma smiled, happy to have taken away the sad look from his face, she continued: "Yep, didn't hurt him a single bit.". She pushed the cigarette on the roof to put it out. He scoffed: "Saiyans.". She smiled: "Yes, Saiyans. Imagine if I killed him then and there. Ah, I would have come back to my stupid life and I…".
Her voice dropped and her eyes darkened, she let out another heavy sigh: "It's all my fault, I should have never invented that damn radar.". He looked at her for a long moment but I would have never met you.
Vegeta said in a low voice: "I would still be under Freeza.". "You think?" "Yeah, I think so. I came here for those dragon balls, looking for immortality to get revenge and to rule the universe." "Do you still want that?" "Who wouldn't want that? Strongest in the universe, most powerful in the universe…". Bulma said: "Those are concepts I don't understand. It's too much work, it's a constant struggle. When you're the strongest you always have to prove yourself and watch your back. It's exhausting.".
The warrior answered with a weird, sad pride in his voice: "That's the biggest achievement for my race, it's in our blood. Even Kakarot, who doesn't even remember who he is, has it in him.". Bulma added: "And I suppose that in your case, being the prince and all... all eyes were on you.". How does she understand me like that? He nodded.
They looked up at the starry sky in silence. Then Bulma said: "Don't you ever want to take a break?". He said: "We slept for months in the pods, isn't that a break?" "I mean a holiday, where all you do is sleep, relax, have fun and eat good food." "I never had one, although here… it is a bit like that.".
The young woman smiled: "After the androids are defeated I'll take you on holiday, okay?". He chuckled: "Yeah, okay.". She nudged him: "It's a promise.". He nodded.
She added: "Hey, do you know what we need now?". He looked at her and she continued: "Ice cream! Do you like it?" "Is that food? Never tried it.". Bulma's eyes went wide and she beamed: "But you have to! What time is it? I think they're still open, but we have to hurry!".
She stood up and gestured for him to do the same, he asked with a bit of embarrassment: "Do you want to fly there?". Bulma looked at him, her heart racing: "I… yes, okay, but I have to take my wallet, first. Go to the terrace, it'll only take me a minute.".
She hurried down the stairs, grabbed her wallet and headed to the terrace, where she found him waiting for her. Aren't you sexy, my prince?
She approached him nervously and asked: "How…". He took her up in a bridal style and she hugged his neck. He blushed furiously and asked: "Where?". Bulma was staring up at him with dreamy eyes, her lips wet and ready, burning like a bonfire. Kiss me, you sexy idiot!
Vegeta looked down at her: "You… you… you stink!". "What?" "You stink! Why do you stink? You never… Was it the thing you put in your mouth before?" "That's a cigarette! Oh, shit… Yes, sorry, it's surely that." "What is that for?" "Nothing." "Nothing? Then why did you use it?". Bulma said harshly: "I'm nervous lately, okay? And they relax me.". He said flatly: "Stop using them, they're disgusting.". "Fine, I'll do my best to stop.". She pouted. But then you'll have to kiss me!
He asked again: "So, where do I have to go?". Bulma pointed east: "There's a park over there. Best ice cream in town.". He lifted easily and flew slowly at first, but then, thinking for a moment, sped up with a smirk and in a woosh they were there.
When he put her down, both took in a huge breath. Bulma protested, trying to fix her ruffled hair: "Couldn't you go a bit slower? You scared me!". He got closer and sniffed her neck: "Now you don't stink anymore. Much better.". Bulma blushed furiously and slapped his arm: "Idiot!". She turned around and said in a very annoyed tone: "This way!".
She ordered two ice creams and they sat on a bench to eat it. Bulma was saying: "Slow, or you'll get a headache.". But he was already holding his head and complaining: "Hey, this hurts!". Bulma looked at him: "Where is your… You've already finished it? Oh dear gods! Ice cream has to be eaten slowly!" "And you tell me now?" "How could I imagine that you-?". But she burst out laughing: "Oh, I'm sorry, I should have known. That was a brain-freeze! Wait here, I'll get you more.".
She came back with a huge cup and a spoon and gave it to him: "Eat it slowly.". He scoffed: "I know.". "So, how is it?". He nodded: "Great! What flavor is this?". She took his wrist to block it, licked the ice cream from his spoon and rolled it on her tongue: "Hazelnuts. You like that?". He nodded, staring at her, mesmerized by the delicateness of all of her moves and by her beauty. Why are you blushing, my prince?
She looked happy, she pushed her cone towards him: "Now taste the pink one. It's strawberry!". He looked taken aback, then tried it quite clumsily and Bulma melted faster than the ice cream. Oh dear gods, lick me instead!
The blue haired woman went back to her cone and smiled: "You know, sometimes I think ice cream could save the world.". Vegeta snorted: "How?" "Imagine giving Freeza some ice cream while he's screaming that he'll kill us all. He'd calm down at once.". Vegeta laughed heartily. She's funny.
The prince looked at her while she licked on her cone and felt hotness starting to pool in his lower belly, he felt the urge to have her closer, to touch her. One day you'll lick me like that, woman… Once this is all over I'll come back, you'll see I'm the strongest and you'll be mine.