Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A summer in a Closet ❯ chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Chapter 5: dinner on a makeshift table

"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!!! That's not really a compliment to yourself!*