Author Message: I don't own DBZ or any characters or profit from this made up for fun story.
Later that afternoon, Bulma was busy preparing an upstairs bedroom for her Saiyan house guest with the help of a cleaning bot and her mother, Panchy.
"Bulma, do you think Vegeta would like the cotton or flannel sheets?" Panchy asked.
"I don't know, mom, but I think Saiyans run warm so I would go with the cotton." Bulma replied.
"Alright I will get the good satiny cotton sheets for dear Vegeta. I am sure he will just love them!" Panchy replied with a squeal.
"Dear, what is Yamcha going to think about our Vegeta moving in?" Panchy asked in a knowing tone.
"I don't know…but he is not going to like it. I am sure of that." Bulma replied.
"Oh my, and are you two still going together these days?"
"Yes of course…I guess. He gets back from training in the wilderness in a couple of weeks…we really have not had much time together lately, or since he was wished back, or before that even because I had been mad at him for his idiotic behavior. But I…I have missed him a lot."
Bulma thought about her long-time boyfriend. She had suffered when he died and his absence had made her miss him terribly with a deep ache in her heart when she took moments to think about him during the chaos of surviving Namek.
When Yamcha was revived with the dragon balls, they had spent many days talking about their life plans and relationship. This had made her hopeful that things would improve between them. Since the revelation of the androids, Yamcha had also been training almost every day which showed he was at least committed to something besides his illustrious baseball career.
Bulma had hoped things would go back to how they were in the old days, when they were younger and inseparable. Here they were, once again, spending time apart. Bulma worried that the continued pattern showed that their romantic relationship might not stand the test of time. Was what they had never meant to last? Bulma wasn't sure, even of what she wanted.
Bulma realized in that moment that she had become unconsciously apathetic towards their relationship, and sometimes forgot to factor Yamcha into her big picture. For example, who she invited to live in her home. Was she being inconsiderate of Yamcha?
A little later…
After they finished putting the finishing touches on Vegeta's new bedroom, Bulma decided she deserved a snack break after having skipped lunch, and she found herself in the kitchen rummaging through the refrigerator. She grabbed a strawberry yogurt and as she took her first bite, she turned around and heard someone coming in the front door.
Vegeta then appeared in Bulma's line of sight as he walked down the hallway. His shirtless torso had a layer of black grime clinging to his bulging muscles.
He must have been rolling around in something? Bulma thought as she stood there suddenly frozen, lost in thought. Vegeta nonchalantly pulled a black tank top that was draped over his shoulder to pull it on.
Bulma could not help her eyes from widening as she brought the spoon back to her mouth forgetting suddenly how to take the next bite in her stupor. The way Vegeta's upper body stretched and twisted as he extended his enormous arms to put on the garment caused his whole torso of chiseled abdominal muscles to ripple all the way down to his narrow waist.
Bulma had seen plenty of muscles in her time having spent time around the Z fighters, but something about Vegeta always caught her attention and she attributed it to his unyielding confidence.
Vegeta looked at Bulma with an air of suspicion and a raised eyebrow.
"Hi, Vegeta! I was just... are you hungry?" Bulma suddenly said with flushed cheeks, motioning to her yogurt cup and then to the refrigerator.
"Ugh..." Vegeta sighed in annoyance. "Your mother already provided me with a meal not long ago. I command you to show me the room I am to be using!" He said bringing his fist in front of him in a commanding gesture.
"Okay, silly, this way!" Bulma said with a smirk, ignoring his arrogant manner and belittling choice of words for once. Bulma knew it was she in fact who had the upper hand because Vegeta was going to really like what she had waiting for him.
Bulma set down her snack and gestured for him to follow her down the hall and up the stairs. On the right side of the circular hall of the domed building was a door that opened to a bedroom with a vaulted ceiling, a large bed, dresser, lounge area and tall glass windows leading to a balcony.
"Tah dah! What do you think?! Does it meet your standards, your highness?"
Vegeta simply "hmphed" in response.
Over the next few minutes, Vegeta followed behind Bulma as she guided him around the room showing him how the electronics worked and opening drawers to show him the items she had put in the room that she thought he would need. Vegeta stayed unusually silent as he anxiously thought about getting back to training as he simultaneously caught covert glances of Bulma's frame from behind in her flirty A-line mini skirt.
"Alright, yes, that's enough woman, I get the general idea." Vegeta announced to indicate that she had shown him enough. Bulma took his neutral tone as appreciation which made her smile widely.
"Oh hey, I'm going to need for you to give me your armor, too..." Bulma said seriously.
Vegeta had been looking outside at that moment and did not make any response to her puzzling comment. He figured that she would soon explain why she had made such a request.
"Hey! Earth to Vegeta!" Bulma said as Vegeta finally turned his head to look at her, eyebrows furrowing and mouth agape with an incredulous expression.
"I need your armor because I want to replicate the technology to make you a new suit!" Bulma said with a cunning smile. "We can't have you fighting the androids without the proper armor, don't you think?"
Vegeta gave her a small nodded in agreement.
All right, just give it to me when you can. I will need some assistance with the development of the fabric and design, so I make sure it fits properly and provides the maximum defense."
"Your mother has it. She stated that she was going to launder it."
With that, Vegeta turned and started walking away towards the balcony. Opening the glass door and flying back towards the gravity room.
A few days later…
Bulma was in the kitchen grabbing a fresh mug of coffee while Panchy was stirring vegetables into a hearty beef and rice stir fry for Vegeta's usual (giant) daily meal.
"Boy, Vegeta has been working especially hard, I have hardly seen him lately outside of his mealtime."
"I know, I don't even know how many hours he sleeps per night in his new room. Maybe just 3-4 hours a night judging from what I've heard and seen of him. Sometimes I don't even think he goes to bed."
"What a hardworking man! You know it is something to be admired when a man is so dedicated to his goals and doing it to protect you from those bad guys!" Panchy said leaning over to her daughter with even more smile in her eyes.
Bulma blew on her coffee thinking about what her mother said, trying to ignore her implications… there was still Yamcha, after all.
A few moments later, the front door opened loudly, and Vegeta came walking into the kitchen without looking at either of the women before sitting down at the kitchen side room dining table. He had had a few black scuff marks across his arms and neck, and several visible cuts on his right forearm and his lower side that were bleeding.
"I require food—NOW!" He yelled.
"Hold on there Mr. tough guy. You are bleeding! You need to clean up and dress those wounds…they look bad" Bulma said.
"Oh, Bulma let that man eat, I am sure he could use some lunch before going to clean up and take a rest. Vegeta is always banged up and he does just fine," Panchy said giving Vegeta a wink.
"Fine…but Vegeta, be sure to shower—and I can help you dress your wounds…even with your Saiyan healing genetics we don't want you making a mess of things." Bulma said.
"Listen, you, I do not have time for all of that, nor do I require or want your tending to." Vegeta said after he swallowed a very large bite of food. It was just then that Bulma could see that a few drops of blood were dripping on the floor.
"Vegeta you are bleeding on the floor!" Bulma said raising her hands to her mouth in shock.
Vegeta glanced to the ground and saw that he was in fact dripping drops of blood on the floor next to him. Vegeta took his napkin and held it against his arm as he continued eating, ignoring Bulma at that point.
"I'm going to get the first aid kit," Bulma announced. Vegeta rolled his eyes.
Bulma went to the medical wing to get first aid supplies. A few minutes later Bulma was stalking outside Vegeta's closed bedroom door and could hear that the shower was running.
Good, at least he is getting clean. She thought.
When Bulma returned outside Vegeta's door ten minutes later and could hear that he was no longer in the shower, she knocked on the door. "
"It's Bulma...let me in!" She said.
After several moments, Vegeta opened the door with one arm on the doorknob and the other casually draped on the other side of the door frame to block her entrance while he looked at her intensely in the eyes.
"What now, woman?" He said before glancing down at the supplies in her arms. Before Vegeta could protest, Bulma confidently pushed her way in the room past Vegeta's arm and proceeded to set the supplies on the table next to the couch.
"Sit down, please." She said in her authoritative voice while putting on a pair of gloves.
"Fine…but be quick about it…and do not take all day or prattle on like you always do!"
"Vegeta, you know you can really be a…"
Bulma stopped herself from calling him a jerk and decided that she would try to play a little reverse psychology on the prince for some fun…
"You know, you are just the most friendly, polite, and pleasant person I have ever met!"
"Hnnn…" Vegeta said in a dismissive manner that indicated he was NOT going to respond to her tricks.
When she saw that Vegeta was not taking the bait, she continued her passive aggressive teasing while bandaging up the wound on Vegeta's forearm.
"Oh, and you are never rude and grumpy to those who allow you to stay at their home and eat all their food...so, so SO much food!"
"Woman, your petty insults are incredibly week just like you and the rest of your kind." Vegeta cut in with a chuckle.
"Oh, I wasn't insulting the handsome, almighty prince, oh no, I simply was stating facts about your best qualities." Bulma continued sarcastically. Vegeta flinched with a low growl in response.
Bulma moved on to examining the large gash on Vegeta's lower side.
"Ouch, this one looks like it really hurts!"
"Well, it doesn't, but it hurts my ears to continue to listen to you go on. Now finish this before I throw you out!
"Well, your heiny…. show some patience, will you? Let's see, I need you to lay down so I can properly clean it. It's not easy from this angle."
Vegeta growled again in irritation but obliged begrudgingly and laid on the couch with his head on the pillow and arms crossed behind his head.
"Hurry up woman!" Vegeta shouted as Bulma grabbed more supplies.
"Shut up, Vegeta! Stop yelling at me, you big dumb elf!" Bulma yelled.
Vegeta grumbled curses under his breath in response.
As Bulma cleaned the gash on Vegeta's side gently, she glanced periodically to other places, noticing his noble countenance, muscular legs, and scarred skin—still beautiful despite the imperfections.
Sensing that Bulma was lingering a bit too long with her ministrations, Vegeta suddenly reached out to grab her wrist and grabbed the cleaning cotton swab from her hand and threw it on the floor across the room."
"Just get on with it, woman..." he said with an irritated manner, although he knew this would only hurry her along so much.
Vegeta had grown to understand that the blue haired human female was incredibly stubborn and did only as she pleased, with little regard for his intimidation or threats thus far. She was like a defiant child, like an annoying fly that wouldn't leave him alone.
He had noticed her beauty and intelligence. It had captured his attention a few times. Although what he usually noticed was her incessant screeching.
He had also taken notice during his recovery a few weeks back when he saw her asleep at the desk nearby were he lay recovering, that she seemed to care about his well-being. He certainly did not need her help, viewing reliance on another for care as a vulnerability, but reluctantly he continued to stay with Bulma and her family in pursuit of his own goals to fulfill his destiny to become the legendary.
He also had to admit, it was a nice change to no longer live in a constant state of kill or be killed as it was in his life under Frieza's authority. Although he had enjoyed being a ruthless warrior, and killing on missions came second nature to him, he enjoyed the freedom to pursue his one goal of gaining power above all else. To surpass all others in strength. His drive to become stronger was fueled by the anger he felt having not defeated Frieza himself and being bested by a third class Saiyan and that so called Saiyan from the future. His growing need to defeat Kakarot was like a demon in his head, driving him mad and to train with an intensity like never before.
Thus, Vegeta didn't care that the woman was bothersome, for he only cared about getting stronger and would not be distracted. He was disciplined enough in his goals to understand that her presence and her little antics meant nothing, and it would behoove him to not continue to stay at Capsule corporation to train. Especially when she provided the little comfort that he allowed himself to partake in during his grueling training regimen.
"There. All done!" she said before poking Vegeta in the stomach near his belly button.
"Grrr…Knock it off, dammit!" Vegeta yelled.
Bulma giggled… "Sorry, Vegeta," I couldn't help myself. I will leave you alone now.
With that, Bulma packed up the supplies and left Vegeta's room with a bounce in her step. Vegeta had already flown off to train.