Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just want to feel ❯ Growling realizations ( Chapter 8 )

A/N: Here's the other chapter, just as I promised. Enjoy…

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters, blah, blah, blah…

 

 

I just want to feel: Chapter Eight

 

Growling realizations

 

 

 

 

Yamcha had surprised her by coming over early that morning, something he rarely did anymore. They had breakfast with her parents and talked a little while watching television. Bulma knew, by the way he was acting, that something was amiss within him. She waited to see if he would tell her, but sadly, he didn't. Instead, he went to play poker with her mother, of all things!

 

She was now heading out to check on the new GR that her father had built.

 

Much to her chagrin, Vegeta was warming up in the lawn, as always, dressed only in his black spandex shorts. She tried to control herself as she sat on the grass near him.

 

Minutes passed while she watched in fascination as his muscles contracted and released with every move he made.

 

Vegeta, on the other hand, was getting annoyed at her constant staring, all of the playfulness from the prior day gone. Normally, he would've been flattered. But after the past day's events, he just wished that he could find it within himself to blow this emotion-infested planet once this was all over; because it was starting to affect him in ways he did not want to. He was sure that his sudden attraction to the woman must be attributed to something in the atmosphere. What was he thinking? He had had enough!

 

“What are you staring at, Woman?!”

 

Bulma was startled out of her musings by his demanding question and replied without thinking first.

 

“I think we've already established the fact that I find you attractive, haven't we, Vegeta?” `Oh, now I'm done for. What's wrong with me?!'

 

To say that he was surprised at her forwardness was an understatement, but since she was in such a good disposition about the whole thing, then he would forget that she ever came to his room and continue with their usual baiting.

 

“I believe the word you used was, and I quote, “cute”.”

 

She couldn't believe it; he was finally acting normal. Well, as normal as things between them could ever be. She decided that she wouldn't waste the opportunity.

 

“Well, to put it in words that your inferior monkey brain would understand, I am merely basking in your cuteness.”

 

She took a leap of faith, she had never been this playful with him, but she wanted things between them to be less tense. To her complete and utter amazement, he took the bait and leaped after her.

 

“I've already told you that I am not, as you so eloquently put it, cute or possess cuteness in any way, aspect or form. Unfortunately for you, Woman, my royal attractiveness is way out of your league.”

 

He said the last part with a smirk on his face. It was incredible and it made her wonder what had brought this sudden change in his attitude.

 

However, it was gone as fast as it had come, a deep scowl replacing the playful smirk that had adorned his face just moments before. When she turned around to see what he was glaring at, she saw Yamcha making his way towards them from the house.

 

`What did I do to deserve this?' She thought while placing a fake smile on her face and turning entirely to greet Yamcha.

 

 

 

 

Yamcha was heading out; he needed to go to his flat. He had a meeting with his agent and lawyer; he had to sort out his baseball career before he could continue with his training.

 

Unfortunately for him, if he could not get out of the contract, it would mean a season of not seeing Bulma. With things between them going as they were, he doubted that the relationship, if there even was one left, would endure such distancing. He decided to head out the back and fly to his home.

 

What he saw made his stomach churn. Bulma was sitting on the grass, facing Vegeta, her back to him. They were obviously discussing something extremely amusing, for the saiyan to be smirking the way he was. If Yamcha hadn't known better, he could almost have sworn that Vegeta was on the brink of truly smiling.

 

Ah, but the smirk didn't last long, for it turned into a frown as soon as he saw him. Moreover, he saw with a sudden pang of jealousy the big smile on Bulma's face as she turned to see what had caught the prince's attention, though it too turned into a frown upon seeing him.

 

As she turned to face him, Bulma's frown turned, almost instantly, into what had to be the most plastic smile he had seen on her yet.

 

“Hey.” Was all she could bring herself to say, painfully aware of the tension that had once again settled between them.

 

“Hey.” He replied dumbly. “I was heading home, do you want to come with me?” There was a slight note of hope in his voice that Bulma did not fail to notice.

 

“Oh, Yamcha, I can't. I have these blueprints that I have to finish for Daddy …” She trailed off as she caught the disappointment on his face, but she could not be alone with him, not until she'd settled her feelings. He'd wanted to do things that she didn't think she could do with him, not after what happened with Vegeta, who was currently regarding both of them with the glare of a thousand deaths.

 

“Ok, I guess I'll see you later then?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He looked at Vegeta, then leaned in to give Bulma a kiss on the cheek, neither of them missing the low, almost inaudible growl coming from Vegeta.

 

Yamcha took a step back, but not before whispering in her ear, “be careful, ok?”, and after a nod of reassurance from her, he took off, flying towards his flat.

 

Bulma turned to face Vegeta, who was still glaring at Yamcha's distant form. She knew that although the last thing Yamcha said to her had been whispered, Vegeta had heard it. And judging by the deepening of his growl, he hadn't been too happy about it either.

 

Suddenly, the growling stopped, his form stiffening as Vegeta caught himself. `He hadn't realized he was doing it!' Bulma thought with wonder. `Wow, maybe he's jealous? Yeah, Bulma, dream on.'

 

His gruff voice cut her musings short.

 

“Blasted humans. Stop wasting my time Woman and get out of my sight, I need to train.”

 

With that, he left her standing on the yard as he turned his back to her, and headed to the GR.

 

All she could do was sigh and turn to head to her lab as well, trying to figure out a way to fix the horrible mess that her life had become.

 

 

 

 

A/N: I'll do my best to keep my word this time and update soon.

 

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~Kaemon