Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Love ❯ Similar Thoughts ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonballz or any of the characters in the show…though any other characters in this book are of my own creation and are mine…MINE.

Chapter 3: Similar Thoughts

Vegeta placed his hands against the shower wall, leaning a bit forward as the water beat against his bare back. He closed his eyes trying to think clearly. Why does that woman get to me so much? I can't quite figure her out…she's like a mystery to me. He turned around tipping his head back so the water beat against his throat and chest. She's so polite and sincere. He snorted, yeah and she's also got a cobra's bite. Why can't I figure her out? She's so…amazing…and I she confuses me so. Growling he slammed his fist against the side wall of the shower, sending spider web cracks up the wall. If she didn't go around yelling at me all the time I might even like her! He grabbed the bar of soap and ran it in circles over his chest. Soapy suds ran slowly down his chest and over the nice firm skin of his stomach. Damn her, why does she have to be so difficult!? If she wanted she could be really sexy…she's already beautiful and her skin is so soft…GAH! What am I thinking? He jerked his head from side to side. That woman has contaminated my thoughts. Sighing he picked up the shampoo bottle and began to pour it into his free hand, thoughts somewhere else. Though she does have brains, I admit that much to myself, and her eyes are the most beautiful things on this planet. How I wish her eyes were for me and no one else. He jerked the bottle upright when he realized his hand was overflowing with the clear gunk of shampoo.

"Damn it…" Vegeta muttered closing the bottle and setting it back where it belonged. "The woman isn't even here and she's driving me mad." He pressed his hands together and then ran them through his hair, beginning to scrub. When he thought he had scrubbed enough he turned back around and tipped his head back, watering pouring through his hair. Soap covered the entire shower floor when Vegeta had finished and was just turning off the water.

"VEGETA!" Bulma yelled pounding on the door. "WILL YOU HURRY UP!! I WANT A SHOWER!! I'm all sticky now…" She picked at her clothing which was now covered in black gunk. It was oil from the jet engine she had been working on to rid her mind of Vegeta.

"Woman…how long have I been in here?" Vegeta asked, wrapping a towel around his waist. Bulma muttered wondering what that had to do with anything. She quickly went to her bedroom and grabbed her watch from the night stand, sliding it on her wrist. She looked at the time and ran back to the bathroom.

"It's about 5:45 now, about an hour or so I'd say." She said, wishing she had gotten further on her work than an hours worth, but she just couldn't concentrate. Every time she got into her work, Vegeta would come flooding back into her mind. She had been picturing Vegeta's bare body, in all its splendor pressing up against hers.

"Woman are you still there!?" Vegeta had been trying to talk to her for a few minutes now.

"Oh huh? Yeah I'm still here…was just thinking." She mumbled, a bit embarrassed, because she wasn't actually thinking…she had been fantasizing about the Prince just on the other side of the bathroom door. Opening the door Vegeta stepped out to look at her, beads of water dripping slowly down his skin, only wearing a towel. Bulma bit on her lower lip as she watched a single bead of water slowly trail down his throat, over his broad chest and slide down his stomach to disappear underneath the fluffy white towel.

Vegeta cleared his throat "Excuse me woman, but that's my body you're eyeing..." A smirk formed across his face as she blushed hard.

"I was not eyeing your body!" She said defensively.

"Uh huh…then what were you doing while your eyes slowly went from my throat down to my lower regions?" He smirked "Making observations, perhaps I'm your newest experiment? Let's see how a Saiyan's body is constructed." He laughed cockily at her suddenly embarrassed face.

"Fuck you Vegeta! Just get out of my way so I can take my damn shower…" She said angrily, pushing by him. She didn't want him to see how embarrassed she was.

"Not in a million years woman…" He shot back casually as he disappeared down the hallway. Her body stiffened at his comment. He wouldn't fuck me in a million years? Well isn't he just high and mighty…too good for me huh? She sighed, why do I even care anyhow? Not like I wanted him to fuck me in the first place. You know you want him to Bulma, you can feel that throbbing in your groin whenever he's around. Your body temperature rises and you have to work hard at breathing regular.

"Oh shut up! Who asked you anyhow! Was I talking to you!?" Bulma yelled aloud. Well technically you were…see you were talking to yourself, and I'm your mind, therefore, you were talking to me…hahaha.

"You don't have to be so smart about it you stupid baka!" Bulma growled angrily. I think you just oxymoroned yourself, first calling me smart and then a stupid baka…hahaha…I laugh at your stupid mouth...hahaha!

"Oh just shut up will ya…I have enough proble.." She began and then realized that Vegeta had returned and was staring amused at her. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?" She snapped at him.

"I just came back for my training clothes that I left in here, but if you're too busy then I can come again another time…" Vegeta smirked.

"No, I'm not busy at all you baka, take your clothes and go." She picked his clothes up and shoved them against his chest. Vegeta grabbed them before she let go. "Get out of the bathroom, out of the hallway, hell you can just fucking leave the damn house and go live somewhere ELSE!" She screamed, her breath coming in heavy gulps. "Take your shit and go! I'm so tired of you and your fucking pride it's not even funny!" She slammed the door closed in his face, locking it.

He didn't understand why she was so upset. Had he hurt her in some way without knowing it? His stomach tightened, why did she hate him so much? It didn't matter, he was pissed at her rash behavior.

"Fine! If you want me gone woman! I'm gone! I'd rather be killed by FRIEZA'S HANDS THAN HAVE TO PUT UP WITH YOU A MINUTE LONGER!!!" His voice echoed all through the house as he walked angrily to his room. He grabbed all the clothes he had and tossed them into a navy blue duffel bag. Realizing he was still in a towel he yanked it off and took out a random pair of clothes from his bag. It was one of his blue spandex outfits. He pulled it on and put on his white Saiyan boots with the gold tips. He reached over and snatched his Saiyan gloves from the bed's headboard, roughly pulling them on. Zipping up his duffel bag, he stormed out of his room.

"FAREWELL WOMAN!" He yelled over his shoulder as he reached the front door. "I'M FINALLY FREE OF ALL YOUR PATHETIC YELLING!" And in an instant, he was out the door, slamming it closed behind him.

Bulma had her back against the bathroom door, slowly sliding to her knees, sobbing softly. Was he really gone? She didn't want him to go. She loved having him around, listening to his arrogance and watching his all too familiar smirk play along his face. What had she done? She wrapped her arms around her knees and hugged them to her chest. Pressing her face to her knees she cried freely, trembling uncontrollably.

Vegeta sighed, pressing his back to the front door. He didn't want to go…he liked being here. He even enjoyed Bulma's yelling. Closing his eyes his memory flashed back on little things from the past. The way she always used to laugh and the way she was determined in everything she did. Vegeta sighed, why did it end up like this?

"I wasn't anymore cocky this morning than usual.." He mumbled wondering what time it was now. It couldn't be later than 6:30 a.m. now. "Might as well try to find a place to stay." He sighed pushing away from the door to walk slowly down the street, his duffel bag hanging loosely at his side from 3 fingers. He didn't notice all the people walking by him that morning, all he could think about was Bulma. It hadn't been more than 25 minutes ago she had thrown him out, and he already missed her from the depths of his heart. She threw me out…and I miss her. He couldn't help the indignant snort that followed the thought. I wonder what she's doing now…probably happier than ever…he sighed as he walked to the nearest hotel to stay at.

Bulma sat at the base of the door, sobbing with her face to her knees. She could hardly breath because her nose had plugged up long ago from the crying. She took in gulps of air through her mouth as she cried a bit more, her face red and her head throbbing on the verge of a headache. Why did I have to act so rationally? I was only trying to be angry to hide my embarrassment…and I guess it got the best of me. YOU ARE SUCH A FOOL BULMA! She yelled at herself in her head, and finally decided to scream it aloud.

"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU STUPID BAKA!!" She yelled and then screamed through tears in a long continuous note afterwards until she ran out of breath and she felt as if her head was going to explode with the numerous headache she had developed. She soon curled up on the floor, not caring that she was still all sticky with oil. She wished someone would hold her…and worst of all…she wished that someone to be the very person she just cast out.

"Vegeta…" She whispered, her voice a bit shaky closing her eyes and slowly crying herself to sleep on the bathroom floor.

AN: Aww poor Bulma and Vegeta…*sighs* I hated to do it…but it must be done! BTW if I don't start getting more reviews I'll stop posting Chapters. I like to know how I'm doing!!! >< I would like to give a special thanx to Mischief Maker though ^_^ thank you mischief maker for reviewing on both chapters and just for you I'll add an extreme lemon scene later in the book :P:P:P