Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Of statements, laughing and pizza ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: Hey! I'm still alive! Wow, how long has it been?

Anyway, I wanted to say that I'm sorry for the delayed update, but my computer caught a virus and had to be hospitalized. Really! No, seriously, I had to replace the master program and everything. But now I'm back and to show you that I'm really, really sorry I will upload two chapters today. How's that?

 

 

 

I just want to feel: Chapter Seven

 

Of statements, laughing and pizza

 

 

 

 

Bulma slid to the floor, staring dumbly after Vegeta, who stalked towards the direction of their rooms. `What happened?' He just lost it and had almost choked her. Then, when she thought that she was going to die, he let her go and kissed her, before stalking away in a fury.

 

Bulma couldn't make sense of his mood swings. And he had the nerve to call her annoying, the Brute! But all things aside, she did provoke him. Of course, in her eyes, that wasn't reason enough to kill somebody, but he wasn't human and he viewed life in a different way.

 

She felt bad about what she had said to him. But she couldn't help it! There he was, insulting her and denying what had happened, making her feel like the whore he had insinuated she was. What was a girl to do? She couldn't have taken it with a smile and let him get away with it; her pride wouldn't permit it.

 

Maybe that was the problem, their pride.

 

He wouldn't admit it, but what she said had stung him, she had seen it in his eyes. So, here they were, both attracted to each other, both as stubborn as a mule.

 

For things to calm down in the house, one of them had to yield, and she knew for a fact that it sure as hell wasn't going to be him.

 

She shakily got onto her feet, and went to clean the pasta that lay forgotten on the stove.

 

After she was done, Bulma ordered some pizza and went to her room to take a bath.

 

 

 

 

When the food arrived, which consisted of thirty boxes of large pizzas for Vegeta and a small one for her, she took it to his room, as well as some drink capsules, hoping to be able to mend some fences and make things more bearable around her home.

 

Now facing his door, she hesitated, but knocked anyway and was answered with silence.

 

She knocked a second time, maybe he hadn't gone to his room, but she had seen him coming in this direction. Therefore, gathering all of the courage she could muster, she opened the door and stepped in; only to find him hovering over his bed with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest, sitting Indian-style, meditating, she assumed.

 

“What do you want now, Woman?” He asked, acknowledging her presence without opening his eyes.

 

“I come bearing food.” After all the times she had gone through this in her head, this was not how she intended to start a conversation. But beggars can't be choosers. Isn't that how the saying went?

 

“Leave it.” Was his simple answer, short and to the point. He didn't want her there. However, she, being as stubborn as she was, just closed his door, unfazed, and sat on the floor besides his bed, placing the boxes of pizza in front of her.

 

He opened one eye to glare at her, which she ignored as she opened her box and started nibbling on one slice of pepperoni pizza.

 

“What do you think you're doing, Harpy?”

 

“Eating.” Oh, she was pushing it now. `Wait a minute. Did he just call me Harpy?!'

 

She just stuck to answer as casually as she could, since all the screaming earlier had gone nowhere. She was now trying a different approach.

 

`Ok, this proves it; the woman is out of her mind and is attempting to drag me with her!'

 

He hovered down and reached for a box of pizza. His original intention was to take it and leave, really, but instead, he found himself settling down on a more comfortable position on the bed and starting to eat, watching Bulma wearily.

 

 

 

 

They ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, until suddenly, as if drawn to each other, their eyes locked.

 

“Vegeta-”

 

Bulma was starting to speak when he rudely interrupted her.

 

“I will not touch you again.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I will not lay a hand upon you, unless you ask me to.”

 

“What are you talking about, Vegeta?” He just looked at her with an `are you daft?' expression on his face, but continued his declaration nonetheless.

 

“I said, you insufferable woman, that I, Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan race, will not touch you again, until you audibly acknowledge, before me, the fact that you want me to touch you.”

 

“What is wrong with you?” Her only answer was a stern look. She decided to stop playing dumb and follow his game.

 

“Ok then. What about you?”

 

“Woman, you wouldn't have been able to come ten feet near me, if I hadn't wanted you to.” Bulma knew that he was speaking the truth and nodded.

 

“OK.”

 

“Do you want me to?”

 

“What?” She looked at him, startled. Vegeta smirked and lowered himself from the bed to sit besides her, looking straight into her eyes.

 

“Do you want to feel my hands roaming all over your body once more, Woman?” Bulma blushed, but said nothing. What was she to say, when just a few hours earlier he had been denying that he ever did those things in the first place? Then, she blushed a deeper shade of red as she glanced at the bed, remembering what happened that night in detail.

 

She returned her gaze to Vegeta, who, in her opinion, was now getting deadly close to her. Just a few more inches and they would be touching noses. He stopped and stayed there, his eyes never leaving hers.

 

Bulma almost cried out in frustration, she nearly screamed at him to `hurry up and move, dammit!' But he stayed put, and so did she, waiting.

 

When he finally said something, it almost unmade her. “Say you want me.” It wasn't a request. In fact, it was his time now. He would not let her get away with humiliating him so easily. She would pay.

 

“I, umm… I-” She was about to speak when the ringing of her cell phone cut her off.

 

Vegeta looked mildly annoyed now. `Oh, come on, this is getting bloody ridiculous! Every time…'

 

Bulma felt a wave of relief wash over her, accompanied with disappointment. She had figured out his game and was about to give in when her phone rang. She took it out of her pocket and looked at it, pondering on whether she should answer it or not. It read Yamcha and she caught herself wondering if he had some kind of alarm, or something of the sort, to warn him when she got too close to Vegeta.

 

This had to be a sign from God; she'd have to ask Kami about it later. Just when she was about to flip it opened and answer it, the phone vanished from her hands and she looked up in time to see it fly out of Vegeta's opened balcony doors.

 

Bulma stared in shock after the phone, then at his triumphant smirk for a few seconds, before gathering her bearings and shouting at the top of her lungs.

 

“You asshole!” Vegeta could almost swear that he saw steam coming out of her ears and nose. His smirk grew wider as he raised an eyebrow at her.

 

“The shrill noise was annoying me.” He stated, as if it was a matter of no importance - well, at least to him it was - making Bulma sputter a little before answering.

 

“But you didn't have to do that! Ugh, I don't know why I even bothered!” She stood up in a huff, tripping over the beverage capsules that she had placed earlier at her feet while she ate, which made her fall ungracefully, face down, on top of Vegeta's box of pizza that was sitting opened on the bed.

 

Vegeta couldn't help it, and burst out laughing hysterically. His vendetta momentarily forgotten. This was good entertainment.

 

“This is precious! You should come here to eat more often! Maybe next time, you could bring some cake!” He gasped between laughs, trying to catch his breath before breaking out in laughter once more.

 

Bulma stood up and straightened herself cursing and screaming. Some cheese clung to her cheek, and Vegeta, in the playful mood that had suddenly overtaken him, picked up a piece of pepperoni from the floor and threw it at her. “Here, you missed this one; for flavor!” And he started laughing over again.

 

Bulma was almost crying from embarrassment as she stomped out of the room fuming and screaming, while Vegeta shouted after her; “Enjoy your pizza!”

 

Both his laughter and her screaming echoed through the entire complex.

 

Back to square one.

 

 

A/N: Hey! I just wanted to remind you to review before you continue onto the next chapter…