Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A summer in a Closet ❯ Be Nice ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 4: Be Nice

Bulma woke up the next morning, and hopped into the shower. Vegeta was awaken by the noise, but had to force himself to go back to sleep and not look the other way.

"Hurry up in there, woman!" Vegeta shouted.

"Just for that, I'm going to blackmail you and get you to be my slave. Then you'll have to be an ugly,dirty,..thing. But then I'll have to get you cleaned, cuz I don't like dirty people."

"You are so-" Vegeta was about to insult her, but then he remembered that he was suppose to be nice to her. 'But I don't want to be nice to her...It's so much fun to be mean..' "You're just so..so..weird. What could you possibly know that could make me be your 'slave'?"

"I know that you have been watching all the men's channels on TV."

"So?"

"Aren't you a saiyan? You don't want to ruin your pride by everyone knowing that you druel all over a screen with porn of earth women, do you?"

Vegeta's face turned white, then red, then green. "How the hell did you find that out??!"

"I have my ways. And if you don't want me to tell Goku, you'll be my slave."

"I don't want to be your slave!"

"Oh, GOOOKUUUUUUUUU..."

The buzzing noise came on, and then a loud 'ohiooing' "Yes, Bulma?"

"OH ALRIGHT! I'll do it!"

"Do what?!"

"He's got to be my slave or I'll tell someone a secret about him."

"Ooooo, blackmail. What is it?"

"You're the one I'll tell if he doesn't be my slave."

"Ha ha! That's funny. Well, I'll let you keep up the old blackmail thing, and Vegeta, you be nice to her majesty."

"Majesty?!"

"That sounds great! Mr. Saiyan person, go grab the nail polish kit from my bag."

Vegeta growled then slouched and walked over to her bag.

Goku got off the microphone, and walked over to Chichi and Gohan who were eating breakfast.

"Well, I think Bulma's got it under control for now. She's blackmailed Vegeta with something and he has to be her slave and call her 'majesty'. I think she's doing quite well."

"Undoubtedly," Chichi commented. "She has a dirty mind. And you don't want to see it if you ever get the chance to." Goku smirked.

Chichi blushed and asked quietly, "What is that implying?"

"You have a dirty mind too."

"You never know what's in a persons mind."

"Well, just in case they hit it off on the right foot, I left them a little...'present' in the refrigerator. In the back of it, just so they don't find it right away and don't use it."

"What did you put in there," Chichi asked slyly.

"Oh nothing...Just a little bottle of the best wine in all of Tokyo."

"Bulma can't handle drink! She gets all…oh!" Chichi gave out a wicked laugh.

"Yes, oh."

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"You're not going to make me rub your feet, are you?"

"Oh, I didn't think of that!" Bulma replied. Vegeta groaned. "But...no, I don't think I will. Your hands are probably dirty, and my feet are ticklish."

"Oh, they are, are they?"

Bulma's eyes widened, she got up, and said, "Crap! Oh, no you don't," and ran around the room with Vegeta not far behind. She was backed into the wall and was laughing and breathing very hard.

"Okay, Vegeta, you can stop now. I don't particularly LIKE being tickled."

"Ooo. Then it's more fun."

"For you, not for me. Now, go get me a soda."

"Alright," he said and slouched off.

"What did you call me?"

"Uh, nothing."

"My point exactly. What do you say?"

"Yes, your majesty..."

Whilst Vegeta was in the bathroom for a few minutes (unbeknownst to Bulma, to get away from calling her 'your majesty') Bulma went into the refrigerator and got out the wine she had discovered last night after Vegeta went back to sleep and Goku had stopped making pig noises while he was awake. He snored horribly, and you could hear him over the heater.

Bulma had uncorked the bottle last night, so she took a swig of it, rather hurriedly. Vegeta made no signs of exiting the toilet room, so she took another swig and put it back.

Two minutes later, Vegeta came out, and Bulma said, "How long does it take for you to go? That was about 5 minutes."

Vegeta glared at her, but sat down and started to read. He was interrupted when he heard Bulma giggling loudly.

"What's so funny?"

Bulma made no reply, and kept on giggling. Vegeta watched Bulma very carefully over the next three loooong minutes. She was giggly, had a red face, and looked dizzy.

"Are you sick?"

"That's 'Are you sick, your majesty?'"

Vegeta got up and walked over to Bulma. He put his hand to her forehead, and surprisingly, she didn't object. Her head felt warm, and her face wasn't going back to normal very quickly.

"Woman, have you eaten anything today?"

"Jus those crackers for breakfast. Ya know I eat like a bird."

Vegeta was trying to suppress a laugh, and couldn't help but to smile. He got up and went to the refrigerator and looked through it.

He saw the bottle of wine.

"Oh no. No. No, he wouldn't...Yes, he would...KAKORROT!!!"

"Looks like you found it. My little surprise."

"If that stupid t.v. still worked, I would make you take a look at what you did to Bulma."

"I didn't make her drink it, she's a curious little girl."

"Curious my butt! It's called temptation, and you put it there! She's gonna be sick and it's your fault! What if she spills the beans about something I'm not supposed to know? She's gonna want to know tomorrow morning...That's when it should be all over. That also depends on how much she drank."

"Well go get the bottle."

Vegeta got the bottle and saw that only two inches were gone. She must not know how to drink. He had no time to remind himself to teach Bulma about the art of drinking wine, he was too busy being angry at Goku.

"Kakorrot, do you know how much trouble I'm going to be in tonight?"

"No. And why, may I ask are you going to be in trouble tonight?"

"Because when we sit down to dinner, she's gonna want some." That wasn't the full reason, however, because he was formulating a plan in his head. Vegeta wasn't the expert on romance, but he had seen enough sappy movies to know what NOT to do. He was going to set up dinner, and then take the opportunity of her being sick, to be nice to her. He was going to set out candles, actually use silverware, and put the food on real plates, not the plastic covered styrofoam.

"Well, you'll just be a man and say no."

"Bulma is a very...captivating woman, and-"

"Well, she'd have to be, if she's captivated you."

"Oh, go away!" Vegeta was rather annoyed. He was going to have to keep Bulma away from the wine, and be nice to her at the same time.

Bulma was trying to sleep on the floor, and she was having a hard time, what with the headache she was getting from all the noise. She was not drunk, but she had a hard time trying to clarify everything they were saying. Vegeta was yelling at Goku, and they were saying something about dinner and tonight. WELL, she'd give THEM dinner.

~ ~ Ten hours later ~ ~

"Hey, Woman, will you come out of there? It's time for dinner."

*Will I come out of here? Well, you'll see coming out of here. I'll give you a dinner to remember...*

Bulma was wearing very short shorts, a low-cut, red and orange v-neck shirt. She was wearig her hair in a ponytail, and she had no shoes on.

"That's Majesty to you, slave," she said, and smiled.

Vegeta almost dropped a plate. He started to stare at Bulma, but quickly looked down and put the plate on the makeshift table of suitcases. He got the rest of the food out, but when Bulma opened the refrigerator, he gently moved her away and told her to sit down.

"The slave does not tell her majesty to sit down."

"Well, I'm sorry, 'your highness', but I said I was getting dinner tonight, and your not supposed to help."

"Her majesty wants that good stuff in the refrigerator."

"Nope. You can't have that."

"You're talking to me like I'm a kid. Well, I'm not a kid. I am her majesty, Queen Bulma Briefs, and I want that stuff."

Vegeta tried to hide a smile, but couldn't. His smile widened into a grin, and he brushed the hair out of his eyes. What was he going to do if Bulma got mad and tried to go get it..."Well, the beverage for tonight is going to be green tea. So none of that stuff."

"Can I have it ever," she whined.

"Probably not. But you never know." I might have to use it once or twice.

Bulma started to eat, when Vegeta said he had to use the restroom.

"Why can't you guys ever go BEFORE dinner? It makes no sense to me."

Vegeta said nothing, but opened the refrigerator, took the bottle out, and went to the bathroom.

But for the moment, Bulma's mind wasn't on the wine. She wanted to light a candle. So she opened the extra space and got some candles that Goku had left there in case of an emergency. She found a lighter next to them, so she got the candles, their bases, and the lighter and set them up on their 'table'.

When Vegeta came out, Bulma was blowing out and relighting the candles.

"Bulma! Where did you get those?!"

"From the storage closet. I wanted to light a candle. I can make shadows on the wall."

"You can do that with a flashlight, Woman. Now, no more relighting the candles. Just leave them lit." He thought that it made the situation more special. He didn't know if he should do any of this, but he thought he could at least try. And if nothing worked out, she wouldn't remember any of it.

Bulma was more sober than he thought, however, and she had control over the thinking process of her mind. She was going to make the aggrogant saiyan prince putty in her hands. She was going to MAKE Vegeta like her.

She continued to eat, and stare at the flame. Actually she was staring at him, but that's the way he saw it. He poured the tea, and started to eat when Bulma asked, "Vegeta, why do you always make me so mad on purpose?"

"Because I think it's fun. I know you don't like it, but it's actually the highlight of my day."

"Huh. Funny, really. Me being the highlight of YOUR day. Why is that?"

"Well, uh...Because you're actually kind of cute when you're mad."

Bulma coughed. She hadn't expected him to say something like that. Maybe he enjoyed making fun of her because he liked her. That's what her mom said guys always did when they liked you. Maybe Vegeta hasn't matured yet from that stage.

"You okay, Bulma?"

"Y-Yes. I'm fine...This is good spaghetti. I haven't ever had spaghetti on a table of suitcases and wax candles. It's actually a new experience for me."

"Hm...Um..Bulma, do you like being drunk?"

"I am NOT drunk...I think," Bulma said, angrily. She wanted him to think that she was drunk, so if she did anything stupid, he would think it was the alcohol.

"Okay, okay. So, you're not drunk..Y-You're right. This is some good spaghetti." Vegeta sat quietly, eating his dinner and wondering how to say something politely to her. Much to his suprise, she was the first one to say something.

"Vegeta, you're not such a bad person once someone can get close enough to talk to you. Is Goku your only friend? I though that being the, uh, type of person you are, you would have more friends."

"I suppose I'm very anti-social. I don't like talking to many people. The people to whom I do talk to get me into situations like this one...But I suppose that was a compliment, so, thank you. One thing though…Kakkorot is NOT my friend!"

Bulma frowned, but started to eat again. "You're not much of a conversationalist."

"I suppose I'm not."

Bulmaa frowned again, and thought that she should try something now, and not wait until later. She scooted over closer to him, and kept eating.

It was rather amazing how embarrassed one person could get and keep it to himself. The only thing that showed he WAS embarrassed was his face. He kept it low and it had a tinge of pink.

Bulmaa had a piece of spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, and was looking at him.

*What is she doing? She's freaking me out. This is not natural for her to get so close. Well, I'll freak her out.*

Vegeta got up and got a glass of wine for himself, and drank it. Bulma watched him drink and swallow it. She frowned and walked slowly over to him. She grabbed at the bottle, and he pulled it away from her.

"I want some," she whined.

"Well, you can't have any."

She grabbed at it again, and he nudged her away. "But I want some."

"Well, you can't have any."

Bulma walked over to the door, sat by it, and glared at him for a few minutes. She then got up again, and before he could do anything, she grabbed the bottle. she opened it, and drank a big gulp.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting a drink. what does it look like I'm doing?"

"You know you're going to be sick later."

"No-ho I won't. I'll be fine. Ooh." She swallowed a little too quickly, so she sat down by the 'table', and held on to the bottle.

"Woman, give me the bottle."

"Say please."

"Will you please give me the bottle, your highness?"

"No."

Vegeta got up, and started to wrestle with her for the bottle. Luckily for the both of them, it was closed, and it didn't pop open in their face.

"Let go of me, Vegeta! Let go!"

"Not until you give me the bottle."

Bulma held on to the bottle, and kept still. It was rather...nice to be in his arms. And what muscles he had and Bulma kind of liked it.

Vegeta was getting the same kind of feeling, but it was the other way around. He liked holding Bulma. She was tiny, but she wasn't frail. She was a tough little bugger, and he shouldn't underestimate her ever again. He felt the air in the room growing tense, so he let her go, and started to clean the dishes.

Bulma put the food away, and reluctantly put the bottle back.

She cleared the room, and dragged out the sleeping bags.

"Going to sleep so soon?"

"No, I just felt like sitting on something soft."

Vegeta got the strange urge to tell her to sit in his lap. But he'd save that for later. *Stupid brain! Shut up!!!*

"Hey, Woman. After lights out, do you want to tell ghost stories?"

"You mean like really creepy, bloody, gory, scary stuff?"

"Uh...sure." Vegeta had no idea what the woman had in mind, or if she had anything in mind. He just knew that he was going to make her laugh with his ghost stories. He hadn't really known any, so he'd make some up while they were getting ready.

They made themselves comfortable for about two and a half hours, in separate parts of the room. When it was time for lights out, Bulma got in her sleeping bag and grabbed her flashlight. It was rather big, so she turned it upside down on the floor, so as not to attract attention from Goku.

"Do you want to tell the first one, Vegeta?"

"Just let me get into my sleeping bag, and then I'll tell all the ghost stories you want. I'm going to take my flashlight out too. It'll make it look like a campfire."

"Can I make smores?!"

"No, Woman. You just ate dinner."

"Not just. I had it two and a half hours ago. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. They're out there getting ice cream, and you won't let me have anything..."

Vegeta sat up and relented. "Did you hear them last night? What kind did they end up eating?"

"Mint chocolate chip, and vanilla caramel." Bulma's mouth was watering...

Vegeta wasn't doing too well either. He LOVED vanilla caramel. The next thing he knew was Bulma was falling into his lap. Whether it was on purpose or her own fault, he didn't know. But she didn't feel like moving, so he let her stay there. After a few minutes Vegeta gave in and Bulma jumped up to make Smores.

"Here's you're smore," she said, put it in his hand, and smiled down at him.

Vegeta realized something then. "Hey, Woman. Your hair's longer." It was indeed. It was in one looong braid. "I-It looks good like that."

"Oh...thanks, Vegeta, I haven't had I cut `cause I'm stuck in a closet…Hint Hint GOKU!" she said, and smiled again. Goku's laughter could be heard.

He'd have to do something to get her to stop smiling, it wasn't good on his heart. It was speeding up, and at his age, normal people's hearts didn't do that...or so he thought.

"You gonna start the story, Vegeta?"

Vegeta took this opportunity to make her sit as close as possible. He told a really scary one that Goku had made up. Bulma squished up, and said that it was her turn for a creepy one.

"There once was a little boy who couldn't go to sleep at night. He kept hearing things in his house...right down the hall. He got out of bed and went into his parents room and asked them to go look and see what it was with him. They got out of bed, but he made them stop off and get his sister to come too. They all heard the sound getting louder, and louder...It was coming from the bathroom. They all creeped into the bathroom, and looked into the toilet. There were two ants on a piece of poop singing, 'When the log rolls over, we will all be dead.'...The End."

Vegeta started to snigger. That was the woman's scary story? Apparently she was thinking the same thing, and she started to laugh. Vegeta joined her, but they were rudely interrupted by Goku coming on the loudspeaker.

"What are you two doing? It's time for sleep!"

"Just because the lights are out, it doesn't mean we have to go to sleep, Kakorrot. Why are you up? What flavour is it this time? Rocky road, or cherry swirl?"

"Neither. It's marshmellow chocolate. You two need to go to sleep."

"You stuck us in here, so were gonna make the best of it if we can. You are intruding upon our private ghost story telling session, please leave."

"Oh, I see how it is. I'll leave you two to...whatever you plan on doing."

"Kakorrot, you are a sick, dirty-"

"Vegeta, just leave him alone. It's your turn to tell the next story."

Vegeta smirked, and said to Goku, "You may leave now. Her highness commands it, and so does her humble servant."

Goku laughed and left them alone.

"What should I tell you? A scary one?"

"Sure." Bulma was planning on making Vegeta squeamish so that he would turn red. She liked it when he turned red...he looked so cute. She was going to take her life into her hands and let Vegeta kiss her...more like MAKE him kiss her. She paid no attention to what Vegeta's story was, but when she assumed it was the scary part, she snuggled into his lap a bit further.

It turned out that that was the scary part of the story, so Vegeta asked, "Am I scaring you? Should I stop?"

"Oh, no, you're not scaring me one bit...Keep going."

"Are you sure? Because I don't have to keep going."

"No, no, you go ahead and keep telling it."

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying, or are you thinking of something else?"

"Actually, I was thinking of something else. Can we have another smore? Please?"

Vegeta sighed and said, "Why not." Vegeta gave Bulma a nudge, and she got up.

When she was making the smores by the refrigerator light, she said to Vegeta, "Those are...interesting, uh...pajamas you've got..." Vegeta smirked. He stood there in his black boxers with red devils on.

"I like my night clothes. They give me character. Besides, you're wearing bunny shorts and a bunny t-shirt."

"Do you want to wear them? They'd give you more character than you could imagine."

"And look like an idiot? I don't think so. I don't want to ruin my reputation by wearing girly clothes and especially pink ones."

Bulma laughed, and started to bring the plate of smores over. She had also sneaked the bottle out of the refrigerator, so it made her stomach bulge.

"What is in your shirt, Bulma? Did you take that thing out again?"

Bulma didn't answer. What happened next wasn't planned, but it worked to both of their advantages. Bulma tripped, and fell face forward into his lap. Vegeta leaned forward to help her up, and she leaned up and kissed him. Darien fell backwards, carrying Bulma with him. She squirmed off of him, and ran to the bathroom.

Whilst she was in there with the bottle, she was thinking to herself. Very subtle, Bulma old girl. Now he probably thinks you're an idiot. She took a couple of swigs, and put the bottle down. I wonder if Goku paid a lot of money for this...Maybe if I dumped it out he would leave Vegeta and I alone...Bulma took one last swig, and dumped it out into the toilet. She brought the bottle back out, and put it in Vegeta's hands. She then got into her sleeping bag, and tried to go to sleep.

Vegeta sat, still stunned with the bottle in his hand, and his mouth wide open. He shook the bottle, and wondered in slight horror if she had drunk the rest of it, which would have been quite a significant amount for someone so tiny.

"Hey, Bulma," he said gently and quietly. "Did you drink the rest of the bottle?"

"Are you worried that you won't get any more? You want more, don't you? I'm not surprised. It was awfully tasty," she said, sitting up and looking at him in the dark. She turned off her flashlight, and turned over.

"No, that's not it. But if you did drink the rest, you could be really sick. And I don't think you'll like how you feel."

"I know all about hangovers. I don't know personally, but I've had to take six billion years of D.A.R.E., and I should know it by now. "

"Well, Goku made that stuff. It's a recipe from the planet Vegetasaii, and I say that you are going to be really miserable tomorrow."

"Don't be a mister know-it-all. It's not very attractive...Good night."

Vegeta grunted, and turned off his flashlight. He then rolled over and went to sleep. It seemed to him that she had forgotten the whole kissy thing that had 'accidentally' happened. What would tomorrow hold? Would Bulma be in the bathroom all day? He certianly hoped so for the sake of awkwardness...