Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fire and Ice ❯ She gave me butterflies ( Chapter 3 )

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

Mrs. Brief's gave Bulma a list of pastries she wanted her to buy for a
friend's baby shower.

Usually Bulma would've been up to the task, since the pastry shop was
directly in front of the mall, but today she was not in the mood.

"Oh PLEASE honey! I'm up to HERE in decor!" So she had no other
choice. Her mother had spent the rest of the afternoon at her friend's
house putting up hundreds of blue hearts, bears, streamers, and all
kinds of "cute" decorations that made the mother's go "ooohhh!"

At least tonight she would be left alone. Her father was in California
on a business trip, and she knew that if the shower went well tonight,
her mother would be staying over.

Stepping out of her Capsule car, she hurried into the store. A certain
smell hit her like a slap in the face as soon as she set foot inside.
Yamucha's disgusting deodorant.

Instead of turning around and leaving, she held her head high and
casually sauntered towards the case of pastries on one side of the
store. "BABE!" She wrinkled her nose before turning around to face her
ex-boyfriend. Thank Kami I decided to wear this outfit, as she took in
her hipster denim mini, a cropped white spaghetti strap top, and her
favorite wedge heels. Yamucha seemed to appreciate it too, with eyes
bulging and mouth hanging. "How are YOU?!" He swooped over to give her
a hug, but she stepped back icily. "Hello Yamucha. What are you doing
in a pastry store?" He gave her a look of sadness, then he regained
his happy smile (AN: think Goku).

"Why, I work here! And this," he gestured towards a tiny blonde with
an obscenely revealed cleavage, "is my boss." The woman winked at him,
then turned to help Bulma.

On the way home, Bulma replayed the events in the store. Yamucha, what
a pansy! Working in a pastry shop just to get some ass. I'm glad I
left him. But for some reason, I feel as if I haven't moved on yet...
I mean, I've had five dates since we broke up, but I felt nothing for
any of them...

Ugh! What's wrong with me!!! And then it dawned upon her. "Is it
because I've been holding out for Vegeta!?" Yes! That was it! Boy,
Bulma, for a genius, you sure are dense! Mmm... Vegeta...

how will I know for sure that's what I really want? I have to find
out. Tonight.

Doing push ups on one finger and dodging ki blasts. This was his
everyday routine. The only shifting thing in his life would be her
mood swings. Every night he would come out of the gravity chamber to
either an angry Bulma, a sad Bulma, or some crazy Bulma who would do
useless things with her time such as painting her toenails. When he
looked at it in that sense, she was the spice to his life. That night
in particular, he sensed her weak little ki in the driveway, and
butterflies wound their way into his stomach. "What's wrong with
me!!!" he growled, and began to train harder and harder.

No one was home, she noted, taking in the silence happily. She stole a
look at the gravity chamber, and as usual, its IN USE light was
blinking rapidly. Perfect.