Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Love Story of Sorts ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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A love story of sorts

Chapter 2

Bulma sat in the chair next to the bed that held Vegeta's unconscious body. She wondered why he couldn't just be happy with the way he was, just train and be himself instead of always trying to make himself the strongest. *He's the Saiyan Prince, that's why*, she chuckled at the thought that held so true for him. She watched as he slept, he looked almost peaceful, like a child. His constant scowl when he was awake always made him look older than most of the other warriors. As she looked at him while he slept, she noticed he was probably close to the same age as Son-kun. How funny, all this time she thought he was much older and in reality he was probably only a few years older than the other saiyan.

She wished Goku was still there with her, she liked his company. He had always kept her grounded in times like this, when she was lost and confused. She had always cherished him for being such a good friend. Son-kun, hmmm, funny he was the definition of a good man, why couldn't she have fallen in love with him. She knew that at one point in his childhood he had, had a crush on her. She had quietly ignored that though knowing that he was too young for her. She sat there thinking about the if's and why not's as she felt her eyes close.

He opened his eyes slowly to adjust to the light. He looked over at his surroundings, there in a chair beside his bed sat the woman. Or, rather slept. Her head tilted to an awkward angle as she dozed. He could see her even breathing, making her head lull a bit. She looked like an angel, an angel sent to strip him of all his sins, and his pride too if she had a say in it. Women made men weak and she, she would make him weak. Just like that loud mouthed harpy had made that fool kakarott weak. Well in his opinion women were for one thing and one thing only. Of course he hadn't had that one thing in a long, long time but that was beside the point. *The Onna does look very inviting sitting there* he wished he could just be training right now, that'd get some of the tension out of him. He yanked on the many cords and tubes restraining him and got out of bed. He stood and stretched trying to wake up his muscles.

Bulma jerked awake at the sound of the heart monitor's monotone beep. She realized that Vegeta was no longer in bed but rather standing in front of her stretching his lithe, muscled form. She sat transfixed as she realized that one particular muscle was practically two feet away from her. That part of him standing in all its proud male glory, tempting her to do more than look. She suddenly realized that she was staring at him and in turn being stared at by him. Sharply she tilted up her head to see Vegeta staring at her with that trademark smirk of his. "See something you like, Onna?" he whispered as he bent down to her ear. Instead of saying more he just stayed there breathing softly in her ear. Then sniffing the air slightly above her, he smirked again. "Just as I thought" he said softly.

It was then that Bulma fully realized that he was out of bed and probably going to go train somewhere. "Oh, no you don't mister", she said standing up, "I have worked too hard getting you well, your not fit enough to go traipsing about the in the woods." Vegeta's back stiffened and he started on his usual argument, "Woman you cannot tell what I can and can not do, I am," "Yea yea the prince of all saiyans," Bulma finished for him. "I've heard it before Vegeta, but at least this once allow yourself to heal properly before you go back out there, doing more damage to yourself" she said to him in a hushed defeated voice. "Woman, I am not going to damage myself so just mind your own business", Vegeta told her nonchalantly as he strode out of the med-wing lab door. *Geez he's still naked* the little voice inside her whispered. She ran out the door screaming "At least put some clothes on!" She watched as he strode purposefully into the house.

*Man I must be lonely, I was staring at his private parts*, she thought. Well maybe it was more that she could appreciate his very attractive, very male body. She thought back to that comment that he made when he had sniffed the air around her. She couldn't figure out what he had meant about that. It didn't make sense. *I should call Chi-Chi, she might have an answer.* She went inside to make her call and make his `highness' his royal breakfast before he threw a tantrum.

-Hello?-

-Hey Chi, it's me Bulma-

-Oh, hey B-chan whats up?-

-Nothin just hadn't talked to you in a while, thought I'd say hi-

-Oh,ok. So how's the saiyan prince doin? He up and about yet?-

-Oh, yea he's up. Already tryin' to get back to training, I swear he's tryin to kill himself!-

-That's a saiyan for ya.-

-Hey Chi I got a question for ya-

-Shoot-

-Well today when he got up, well he was umm naked and umm yea-

-Well this sounds interesting-

-Anyway he kinda caught me starin' at him, I mean I couldn't help it standin in front of all naked and everything-

-Bulma get to the point-

-Well he umm was teasin me askin' if I saw anything I liked, and then he bent down like he was gonna say something else and he just sniffed the air above my head and said somethin' like `just as I thought' what the hell's that supposed to mean-

-Alright catch your breath before you have a coronary. But answer me honestly B, do you like him?-

-Well I mean he's kinda cute and all, well, umm-

-Bulma c'mon-

-Yea-

-Oh, I knew it, well to answer your question, saiyan's have a very sensitive sense of smell. They can smell everything, B, everything.-

-Meaning?-

-B, you can be so dense sometimes, it means they can smell when you get y'know excited, catch my drift?-

-Oh Kami, You serious?-

-Yup-

-Crap the foods burnin' I call you back later Chi-

-He he he, Bye B-

She turned off the burner and attempted to save the omelet she had started but it was too late. She threw the pan in the sink and started again. "Damn I need to take cooking lesson from Chi" she said to herself. "Probably wouldn't help any" said a deep voice behind her. She spun around to see Vegeta leaning against the door frame. "How long have you been there?" she asked quietly. "Long enough woman, long enough. Now hurry along with my meal!" "Anyone ever tell you that eavesdropping is considered bad manners," she replied in an irritated voice. He just smirked and raised an eyebrow at her as he sat at the table. All through the meal he just sat and ate in silence, casually looking at her every so often. Bulma would blush when he caught her staring at him. Finally she could no longer stand the physical tension in the room; she finished her meal and left the room. Vegeta sat there staring at his now empty plate, it had been hard to ignore her, he had to restrain himself better from now on. If he didn't get better at pretending she didn't exist then he might get himself in trouble.