Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Let the Games Begin ❯ Flying Boots ( Chapter 4 )

Bulma stomped angrily back into the doorway of CC's estate. Seething, she slammed the double doors behind her. “God-dammit” she spluttered, hopping around the living room, embarrassingly struggling to take off her boots. `Almost off!' she kicked the first boot off, and sent it flying towards the massive door, that was opening.

 

“What the Fuck!?” Vegeta snatched the boot that narrowly missed his forehead. Bulma glared at him intently, before spinning around and hobbling up the spiral staircase with one boot still on.

“I didn't realize the pirate peg leg look was in!” Vegeta jeered in her direction.

 

Bulma threw her head back, causing her long azure locks to swing, and scoffed a big, “Hardy-Har HAR!” in Vegeta's direction of course, as she came up to the balcony at the top of the stairs.

 

Vegeta watched her do this in slow motion through his mind. He noticed the arch of her back and the long curve of her ivory neck as she threw her head backwards. Her whole movement was smooth and fluid. Her cerulean mane simply added to the fluid affect similar to a crashing wave. Even though the whole façade had only lasted 15 seconds, Vegeta noticed, and Vegeta recomposed himself, quickly.

 

She peered over Vegeta from the balcony, her body erect, her chin held high, and her boot clutched tightly by her chest. `She looked like a complete snob, but a deliciously regal one…' Vegeta couldn't help but admire this quality in Bulma. It seemed to be the one quality that kept him going, otherwise she would be of no interest to him, and he would treat her just as the other common populace of Capsule Corp. But Vegeta, knew that her stubborn and spoiled rotten character was almost as bad as his, he just knew how to use it better, to his advantage.

 

 

“Thank you for a lovely evening Vegeta-san!” Bulma beamed. “Next time I guess I would have to have amnesia, become brainless or fall completely in love with your ugly-spiky-head to even consider a future outing!” With that said, Bulma shut her mouth tightly into a fake smile, and hurled the suede boot at Vegeta, just in time for him to snatch it in mid-air, once again.

 

Vegeta smirked up at his blue snot-head.

“Well then, I see you're looking forward to the next date princess, and may I suggest you use some foot deodarant for your boots from now on? Oh and perhaps -”

 

“GOODNIGHT ASSHOLE!” Bulma cut him off, and with a putridly sweet curtsy, she skipped off to her room.

 

Yeah he kinda liked Bulma in a way, he knew he did. Whenever he got bored of training, which did happen often, Vegeta would purposely rip out three or four core wires under the control panel. Just to yell at Bulma to come fix it, and have her round bottom sticking out from under the control panel for a few hours. She has nothing better to do anyways! Of course that was his logic, she should be grateful to have him here, to have him save her silly planet from imminent danger. With that in mind he headed straight for a quick workout in the gravity room.

 

Decked out in her lavender cotton nightie, Bulma lazed around on her bed. Staring at the ceiling, and looping a few of her splayed out curls between her fingers, she began her nightly “reminisce - fest” before her sweet slumber. She wanted to think about her upcoming vacation to Europe. `I wonder if I can still find reservations for the new hotel by the Spanish Steps in Rome…….I wonder if that great little ice cream shop in Paris is still open…….I need to book a chauffeur for London! How can I forget……hmmm'

 

Bulma gradually started realizing that her family vacation to Europe, would leave the Saiyan behind. `That would make a great vacation! As long as he doesn't blow up the house while we're away.'

 

A small pang of guilt began to well up in her, and she found herself rethinking her trip. `hmmm, alone with mom and dad for 3 weeks…..how exciting' Bulma made a face. `Should we invite Vegeta.' Bulma gave out a small laugh at the thought, knowing fully well that Vegeta was very capable of traveling on his own, and would probably prefer it. She began to find her feelings conflicting with her thoughts again.

 

Her mind began to wonder, and she found herself unable to sleep, she felt a little giddy for some reason. She sat up and pulled on her terry robe, and headed downstairs for the kitchen. She filled up a glass of water and peeked out the window to find the gravity machine on. `Surprise, surprise!' She rolled her eyes, and opened the backdoor.

 

Vegeta was getting a great workout, with his stomach fully replenished, and his few hours out for fresh air, he could go on exercising his routines for a few more straight hours. However, it was already 1:00am, and he decided that maybe three or four hours of sleep could help him out for the following day's training. He shut off the machine, and began to undress himself.

 

He perked his head up and sensed footsteps, and the smell…that smell. It was her. Fuck.

 

***KNOCK KNOCK****

 

Before Vegeta even reached the chambers door, Bulma had already let herself in. She had programmed the machine so that whenever the code was punched in and the door was opened, the whole gravity system would disable. Luckily, Vegeta had already shut it off.

 

“What do you want now?”

 

“I can't sleep”

 

“So? Why are you pestering me about your insomnia? I won't sing you lullabies Princess and -“

 

“OH MY GOD, can't I just come and see what your up to, without a full on interrogation?”

 

“See me?” Vegeta's face was as stone as ever, but inside his confusion towards the little blue one's words were mind-boggling. `She came to see me? She sees me constantly!'

Vegeta's mouth formed into one of his signature fanglike grins.

 

“So you miss me already?”

 

“Shut up Vegeta, I came to see you because I'm just feeling a little lonely and wanted some company!”

 

Vegeta was a little taken aback by her small emotional outburst, but he kept his composure quite well. `What exactly does she want from me?'

 

“Lonely…HA! You have no idea what that word even means.” Vegeta brushed past her and opened the door to leave. `I can't believe I just said that to her! Why am I even giving her so much attention?”

 

“Vegeta!” Bulma hurriedly followed behind him. “Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta!”

 

Vegeta turned around and faced her. He had had enough of her incessant talking, her constant attention, why the hell was she constantly around him! `This place is practically a small palace, and this girl won't get out of my proximity!' Doesn't she understand that he didn't want to be hassled or bothered! `Didn't she have friends? Of course she does!'

 

With a dark countenance and a light growl Vegeta towered himself over

Bulma. “ WHAT!!! WHAT THE HEL DO YOU WANT WOMAN!?”

 

Bulma, although accustomed to Vegeta's outbursts wasn't quite ready for this. She suddenly shrunk, and felt like an annoying little child, who tries hard for her parent's attentions.

She spoke softly.

 

“I-I just wanted to say ……Thank you, just thank you for-for helping me the other night, and for…” Bulma abruptly, but quickly stepped forward and marked Vegeta's cheek with a small kiss. Feeling a little sheepish, the usually confident Bulma Briefs' stepped away and made a hasty exit.

 

Vegeta froze.

 

 

Author's Note : I know its been ages! But I've been so busy, and I'm finally getting back into my writing. I'm also prepping a fun A/U. Please forgive my tardiness! I will try and get my next chapter up by the end of the week! Thanks!