Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma's Tail ❯ Barbecue ( Chapter 6 )

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Authors Note: Wow thanks for the reviews. I didn't think anyone else would find it funny. I have a strange sense of humor. Oh and yeah I do like my cliffhangers. What can I say, I am evil. ^_~

Chapter 6

Barbecue

With the pig slowly cooking Bulma eyed Vegeta suspiciously. She was sure he was going to try something. She wanted him too but then she remembered how they would be together forever. *Maybe we could have an affair, maybe that's all he wants too.* She wagged her tail irritated with his silence. Her tail, why had she done it?

She thought it was for revenge but..... * I think I might have wanted to look attractive to Vegeta....oh Gods. * Bulma glanced at Vegeta. He always called her ugly no tail or some sort of insult. Now he was making moves on her. It had to be the tail. If she didn't have it she wouldn't be here. She sighed deeply. *I'm so pathetic. *

Vegeta glared at her. "Why are you so quiet. Normally you would be talking constantly giving me a headache."

Bulma gave him a thin smile. "I might be thinking about us."

Vegeta scowled and went back to cutting up the pig. "There is no us." He said coldly.

"Then why the advances Vegeta?" She tried loking directly at him.

He didn't turn his head. He just stood there arms crossed in a grumpy pose. "Perhaps I am getting my pride restore by making this offering. There will be no more from it, I am a Saiyan prince. I will die alone as there is no worthy mate."

"Oh I'm worth two of you. Arrogant bastard, if these are your advances you will die alone." Bulma stomped over to him her tail held high her eyes blazing blue fire. "Your pride is going to get you in trouble, jerk." She pointed her finger at him. He was the cause of her anger, her lust, her happiness.

Vegeta snarled back. "You dare insult my pride. You should have more pride in yourself. Look at your clothes, it irritating you wear such frumpy garments. You could look. . ." He stopped he had almost told her; she was irritating, annoying and beautiful.

"What is it Vegeta? I could look ... what?"

He was staring directly at her now. His dark pools hiding his emotions too well. "You could look nice if you tried." He said finally. Beautiful had been on his lips. His pride refused to let him say it.

Bulma squealed, Vegeta winced as his ears hurt. "Oh my gosh! I think that was a complement!" Bulma was wide eyed with surprise.

"Don't take it too seriously. You look extrodinarily ugly in that outfit." He snarled, trying to keep his bad man image.

"But you'd like me to wear something better than my tracksuit?" Bulma was smiling, she knew what she'd heard.

Vegeta smirked. "How about that dress you tried to hide from me."

Bulma stepped back, did he have x-ray vision? "All right fine, watch the food, don't let it burn." She dropped her tongs into his hands.

"It would burn anyway with you cooking." He watched her walk towards the compound making a hand gesture at him. Did he really want Bulma or was it her tail? Vegeta wasn't sure, he hoped he could understand. He wasn't sure why he'd told her she could look nice. It felt right; to say that. He poked at the meat for a few minutes. Feeling his patience being tested he growled.

He inhaled suddenly as he saw her approaching. He was knocked out of his thoughts by her beauty. She was wearing a deep red ankle length dress. She smiled coyly seeing his amazement in his face. "Hi Vegeta, now be a male and look after the barbecue." Bulma sat down on the bench.

"What?" He yelled stabbing the knife back into the boar.

"Well you don't think I'm going to get this new dress dirty do you. Just you cook the meat, I'll watch." Vegeta muttered as he went to the flaming meat not sure what she was talking about. "The men of this planet like to do the barbecue. Do you want the apron?" Bulma explained as she pulled out a 'Give the chief a kiss' apron.

Vegeta glowered at her, but Bulma began laughing. She had Vegeta wearing a bikini apron stuck in her head. She would have given her fortune to have one of those aprons right now. Vegeta didn't take the apron but turned to the meat. He wanted it raw but the last time he'd eaten a kill she had screamed at him. He wanted to give his ear drums a rest for now. He kept his eyes on it not wanting to look at her. The smoke was starting to make them water.

"Are you okay Vegeta." Bulma asked from her seat.

"Fine, I don't cook meat usually, the smoke is making my eyes water."

Bulma snorted. "The last time you caught something. You ate it raw; it took all day to get the blood stains out of the kitchen."

Vegeta smirked. "I remember your face. It was all scunched up and ugly. At least this time you didn't make too much fuss."

"I figured it was a present." *Okay change of subject. * "What do Saiyans do for fun?"

"They kill things."

Bulma didn't seem surprised. "Isn't that what they did every day anyway? Don't they have a day off?"

"No."

"Well so much for the 99.9%" Scoffed Bulma.

"What do you mean?" Vegeta hadn't been told of her experiment with the blood.

"Oh I found out we have a common ancestor. Saiyans and humans are related, whatever differences were only slight. Saiyans have more active DNA than the humans."

"We are related?" Vegeta was struck with a thought. He didn't think it was possible they were related. It did however give him an idea involving Bulma. "We share a common ancestor, but it doesn't make sense. We're from different planets. There's more questions now than answers. I wish I never did this all now." Bulma explained further. "I mean who came first the Saiyan or the human? Which planet did we originate from? It's just so annoying because I know I won't find the answers."

"Seeing as my planet is destroyed." Vegeta said.

She nodded as she sat stroking her tail absently, part of her didn't want it anymore. It just reminded her how she couldn't really have Vegeta. *I want to wish it all away.*

"OH!" The thought hit her. "I'm such an idiot."

"Yes you are." Vegeta agreed, well she walked into that one.

"Shut up! The dragonballs I should have thought of this. I can wish this tail away." She grinned at herself.

"They can't turn back time can they?" Vegeta would use them if they could.

"I don't think so; but they can take my tail away without severing my spinal column." Bulma did a little dance, excited that she'd be returned to her human form.

Vegeta stayed silent. He had a few nice things he'd like to do with that tail.

"Come on Vegeta dance." Bulma grabbed his hands and danced around him. He was ridged and never moved. This made Bulma laugh and moved some more.

"Stop it." Vegeta grimaced. "The food is ready." He really didn't like these emotional outbursts. He was still digesting the facts she had given her. Common ancestor? She was right there was more questions now than answers. She piled some meat onto her plate. She ran back to the kitchen for some salad.

* Humans are too weird to be related to Saiyans. They eat leaves, that's not normal. * Vegeta thought as he saw what she'd put on her plate.

As they sat down to eat, Bulma's parents returned. "Oh hi guys you're home early." Bulma waved to them.

Mrs Briefs came scurrying across. "You're father fell asleep, we had to leave. He is such a loud snorer." She nudged Bulma with her elbow and whispered. "I was hoping to leave you two alone for longer but maybe next time."

Bulma 'shushed' her mother.She knew Vegeta would have heard the unsubtle whisper. She decided to change the subject. "Here Mom have some boar, it's been freshly caught by Vegeta."

"Oh Mr Vegeta you have so many talents." Mrs Briefs grabbed a plate and a steak. Vegeta took his meal and sat on the edge of the table. He was trying to distance himself from the insane blonde woman.

Dr. Briefs came over as well the smell of food. "So Bulma what did the doctors say?"

"Oh... there's nothing they can do, but I have a plan. The dragonballs I can simply wish the tail away."

Dr. and Mrs. Briefs laughed. "We wondered when you would think of that." Dr Briefs grabbed a large rib. "Any barbecue sauce?"

Bulma felt a little mad at her parents so she tossed the sauce over. Tomorrow she would wish the extra appendage away and she would look human again. Then she'd find out if Vegeta really liked her.