Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Midwinter Night's Dream ❯ Love-in-idleness ( Chapter 2 )

Bulma looked at Puck quizzically.

"Okay, maybe you are, but how do you think you can help me? Drag him back and tell him to fall in love with me?"

She put on a lopsided smile that was meant to betray her inner turmoil, but it failed. Puck melted away as he realized how hopeless she was - he had always had a weakness for situations like this. This woman was very unhappy, and it would be his deed to save her from desperation!

"Don't worry, my lady", he bowed to her, "I can make him fall in love with practically anyone, especially with such a beautiful young woman as you are."

Bulma couldn't help being flattered. Here was this seemingly young man standing in front of her, smiling his boyish smile in such a self-confident way she just had to smile back. Complimenting her, making her feel... yes, attractive.

So maybe she should give his strange plan a try. What did she have to lose? She had been waiting long enough for Vegeta to notice at least something, but that stubborn Saiyan didn't seem to take the slightest interest in her. So what if it was cheating? She'd be the only one to know, right?

Lost in thought, she wandered around the living room, not even noticing that the candles still were spending their flickering light, brighter than before, although they had been on the verge of going out when she had awoken. As she stopped, she sighed. All this thinking made her thirsty. So she headed for the kitchen once more. Her headache was completely gone, time to get some wine.

She was just grabbing another bottle of her favorite red wine when it was snatched out of her hand. She turned around in protest and faced a slightly offended-looking hobgoblin.

"Hey, what d'you think you're doing?" she demanded.

"Uh, we've already had enough of that, haven't we?"

"Don't know about you, but I surely haven't!" she snapped and reached for the bottle.

Puck sighed, then waved a hand in front of her eyes and said

"On the other hand, you think it was plenty for this evening."

Her face went blank for a moment, then she blinked.

"On the other hand, I think it was plenty for this evening."

Bulma shrugged and turned to leave the kitchen.

"I always wanted to try that!" Puck giggled.

"Try what?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Uh, nothing. Just you stay here, my blue-haired beauty. I shall bring you your man, wait and see."

"But how will you-" Bulma stopped when she realized she was talking to empty space instead of the young man. Puck was gone.

***@_@***

Vegeta threw another series of ki-blasts toward an innocent mountain that crumbled with the impact. He was still angry, even after hours of training in the solitude of the desert island. Now there was not much left of it, and still is fury wouldn't faint. Damn woman, what the hell was that all about! She had stormed into his gravity room, shutting off the energy and yelling at him for nothing. Stupid human traditions! Chris' mess Eve - I don't even know the guy!

His frustration grew once more. He sent kicks and punches at his own shadow at high speed, ignoring the sweat that was running over his face. As usual, she had just started yelling without taking the time to think. He was a Saiyan, after all. What did he care about Chris' mess? If she wanted him to help then at least she could ask. He'd say no, and things'd be settled. But she had to be emotional, didn't she?

The soft sound of someone clearing his throat behind him made him spin around. His eyes widened as he found himself face to face with a young redhead who grinned at him. Damn it, I didn't even sense him! Still don't!

"You a ghost or what?" he demanded, seemingly calm.

The grin widened.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

Vegeta's confusion turned to anger.

"What the hell are you talking about, and who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Puck." Nothing else, just that plain statement.

"Don't piss me off kid, you'd be really sorry. One last time: Who. Are. You? Never heard of the name Puck."

Puck sighed.

"Oh, since you're from another world, you may as well be forgiven for that." When he saw Vegeta inhaling slowly, he hastened to add "And I'm talking about that gorgeous lady you should be making screaming with joy instead of sweating here alone." He winked.

"What the- That none of your business!"

"Oh, it is, this special night made it my task, and now a certain blue-haired princess is going to get her gift for Christmas. By the way, you're very tired."

Puck waved a hand.

Suddenly, Vegeta felt his exhaustion hit him. He staggered, desperately trying to stay awake in the presence of a potential enemy, but he failed. Slowly, reluctantly, he dropped to his knees, then the rest of his body hit the ground. Within mere seconds, he was fast asleep.

The imp looked at the fallen man thoughtfully. He reached behind his back and produced a small purple flower out of nowhere. He knelt beside the Saiyan, and squeezed the bloom on the prince's eyes.

"'What you see when thou dost wake, do it for thy true love take; love and languish for its sake'" he recited, then he leant back and sighed happily.

"Gods, I just love this part!"

Within the wink of an eye, he was gone, leaving only shattered mountains and a sleeping man.

***@_@***

In a small house near a large forest, a woman turned to her husband.

"What do you think, should we already go there? Bulma might be happy to get at least one present; I heard she's alone with Vegeta this Christmas."

Her husband shrugged while he devoured a large gingerbread man.

"Sure, ChiChi, whatever you say."

***@_@***

Author's Note: By the way: It's "love an languish for his sake", but that didn't quite fit, so I had to alter the master's words. Shame on me! *sniff*