Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Hug, a crushing embrace, as in wrestling? ( Chapter 9 )

Bulma was currently in her laboratory, working on some new equipment for Vegeta. Surprisingly, this time she had agreed to his demands without even arguing. Sure, Vegeta had found it pretty strange, but hadn't said anything about it; if the woman was finally agreed to do whatever he wanted, he wouldn't change that. Bulma had smiled at his reaction of surprise, somewhat pleased. Truth be told, the only reason why she had agree to do it was because she didn't have anything better to do. That, and to escape the loneliness. No Yamcha, No dad, the only person she had left to talk with was her mother, who by the way, could not really pull out a very interesting conversation. She had tried talking to Vegeta, but it was not like he was into all that talking stuff; it was a failure. All that helped doing was increase Vegeta's idea that she was planning something against him.

She was getting a kick out of him trying to figure out what exactly she was planning. Bulma simply guessed he wasn't used to her wanting to be around him. Sure, she was surprise herself that she could tolerate all those insults without wanted to kill him. She giggled; Vegeta could be really fun when he was very angry at her, because he was struggling between killing her and walking away. She was really going nuts; she was enjoying being with Vegeta! Loneliness had really gotten to her more than she had expected.

Lonely. It was a feeling she had experienced a lot lately. That was why she was doing projects, even for Vegeta, and that was she didn't mind being around him so much. Bulma didn't like the thoughts in her head when she was all by herself; she would think way too much, and she needed to keep her mind busy. Heck, one time, she even though about going back to Yamcha, but had soon come back to her right mind. It wouldn't been the good path to choose.

Yamcha. She had only seen once since they had broken up. A week after they broke up, he had come over to get all of his stuffs that were in Capsule Corp. Again, it had been hard; not having anything of his around made the break up even more real. Bulma had let him in, but hadn't helped him pack his stuff away, she had simply watched him. Before he had walked out the door, Yamcha had bent down, and kissed her cheek. Also, she hadn't missed the "I love you Bulma" that he had whispered in her ear. She hadn't answered back; Bulma had just closed the door behind him, and she had felt terribly lonely at that moment.

But now, she was doing a little better. It had been almost two weeks, and Bulma was making sure she had something to do every day, which prevented her from thinking about the break up. If she didn't have anything to do, she would write down ideas, or plans to do right away, or during the next few days, so she would always have something to occupy her mind. Right now, it was Vegeta's new equipment, and it was working well. But, now after 4 hours of work non-stop, Bulma knew she needed a little break, and her eyes were nearly burning from the constant effort.

She decided to go in the kitchen since she knew her mother would probably be in there, and she probably had food ready which was a good thing since Bulma was starving. Being so caught up in her projects, sometimes she would forget to eat; perhaps it was thanks to that, that she managed to keep her figure for all these years. Bulma proved herself right about her mother as when she walked in the kitchen, and found her mother standing over the oven, cooking and baking like usual.

"Hi, Honey!" said Bunny as soon as she heard her daughter walk in. Mrs. Briefs had tried her best to entertain her daughter, but it hadn't quite work; she didn't know why, but it seems she couldn't keep her daughter's focus on her. It was as if she was in another world all the time!

"Hey mom," said Bulma as she walked over, smelling the good food, which caused her stomach to growl.

Since she had been busy, and had not eaten, the smell of the food was affecting her a lot more than usual, and she couldn't help but reach out for a plate. As she began to fill in her plate, she couldn't help but realize how much food she had taken. For a quick second she felt like she was attempting to feed a saiyan instead of herself. Bulma would wonder forever where all the food they ate went. They could annihilate the Earth in one bit if they wanted.

Mrs. Briefs smiled at her daughter's reaction. She had always said that food made everybody feel better. It was the very reason why she spent so much time in the kitchen. "You know, honey, I could teach you how to cook!"
Bulma couldn't help but frown at her mother's suggestion. She never thought she needed to learn how to cook, since they had all those robots, and employees; she would never need to cook in her life if she didn't want to. Sure, it was inconvenient at night, when she was hungry, but still. Bulma looked at her mother, who was her cheery self, and thought the suggestion through. Surely, learning how to cook would keep her busy, now wouldn't it?

"Sure mom, why not," said Bulma with a smile, before putting her plate down.

Food would have to wait until later.

-L-

Bulma let herself relax on the couch, her body completely exhausted. She was covered in flour, jelly, and chocolate, and she was pretty sure she smelled like candy. Apparently, cooking hadn't been as easy as she had thought. Bulma was even surprised that her mother would manage to master such a thing! Cooking required a lot of precision, attention, and skills; apparently, Bulma didn't have any of those. Well, she did when it came to invention, but certainly not in cooking. Oh well, at least she had tried.

Bulma knew exactly what she needed; a good warm shower to wash all this crap off of her, and her hair. With a grunt, she stood up from her sitting position, and started walking toward the bathroom. As she began walking, she let her thoughts distract her from her current task. Ever since she had broken up with Yamcha, she kept thinking about one big, important question; would she ever find someone else? After all, she couldn't recall dating any other men except for Yamcha. Not that she had ever looked. Sure, she knew she was pretty, and she probably could find someone, but she didn't know how to. Bulma never really dated, and she didn't want to be with somebody that only wanted her for her looks, and money. Bulma wanted somebody to who all that didn't matter, someone who would overlook those things.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she hit something hard. Bulma ended up falling on her ass, and gasped in surprise as the pain hit her. When she raised her head, she saw she had bumped into Vegeta, and she nearly rolled her eyes for a second. But then, Bulma smiled; he would surely distract her from her thoughts. If one person could make her forget about any of her problems, it was the arrogant saiyan standing in front of her.

"You?" he said, almost surprised.

Bulma raised her eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean, me?" It wasn't like he couldn't sense she was there. True, she didn't have a powerful ki, and she probably blended in, generally, but she was pretty sure he knew how to pick up her ki by now. He was always around her, or at least, in the same house.

Vegeta looked at her carefully; she was covered in food, and looked like a completely idiot. Although, it didn't differ much from her usual look. He thought her mother had been cooking something, which is why he had stopped is training, and apparently the good food odor had come from Bulma; what a waste of time. "You look ridiculous," he said, before continuing walking in the opposite direction she was.

"Gee, thanks Vegeta, you look great too," she said with a very sarcastic tone, and only regretted it when Vegeta smirked.

That man was just too full of himself for his own good. Bulma sighed heavily before trying to get up, and though she struggled a little, she finally managed to get back on her feet. One thing was for sure, Vegeta had absolutely no manner, and he was no gentleman. He was the one who pushed her on the ground, yet all he managed to do was insult her, and then walk away as if nothing happened. What was his new problem today anyway?

"Thanks for helping me up!" said Bulma to nobody in particular; Vegeta was long gone by now.

Bulma resumed her walk to the washroom with a weird thought in her mind; Vegeta didn't really pick on her. He would usually insult her a little more, or try to get her angry. Not this time, one lousy comment, and he had been gone. Bulma decided that Vegeta was either extremely tired, or extremely hungry. She shook her head; great, if she wasn't having strange bad thoughts, her mind was filled with Vegeta. It was the last thing she needed.

Although, she had to admit, she enjoyed herself around him.

Bulma, you are truly madly crazy, she thought.

-L-

Bulma was feeling great as she walked out of the bathroom after taking a warm shower. She removed the towel from her wet hair, and put it in the laundry basket, leaving her hair free, and damped. She was wearing a short summer dress; it was blue, and semi-hugging her curves, it had no particular design on it, it was actually very simple, and it ended right above her knees. It was cute, and sort of sexy, which was what she needed; she needed to feel good about herself. She was done mopping around.

She was about to walk past the kitchen, when she noticed Vegeta was sitting at the table, eating some of the food her mother and her had made earlier. Bulma smiled; this was a perfect time to bother him. Nothing could help lift her spirits like picking on an angry, arrogant saiyan. Bulma at first tried to sneak in, but she knew it was useless; Vegeta probably already knew she was there. Bulma decided to simply walk in the kitchen and take a seat beside him.

"Hey," said Bulma with a smile with a very cheerful voice, knowing it would annoy him.

The only response she got from Vegeta was a death glare; he still didn't trust her when she was in a good mood while she was around him. Vegeta couldn't help but feel suspicious; why would she be glad that he was near her? And, anyway, since she had broke up with that idiot, wasn't she supposed to be all crying, and messy, and heartbroken? That was what he had understood, since he had arrived on Earth, was the proper reaction. Something was off about the woman, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. Not only that, but she would always come see him, and try to talk. Was she out of her mind?

Bulma only smiled every more at his reaction. "I made that," she said pointing at the food he was currently eating.

Vegeta sighed heavily, and pushed the food away from him. Bulma gave him a confuse look, and he simply smirked at her. "I wouldn't want to get food poisoning." Surely, she wouldn't be so happy anymore. For some reason, her good mood was annoying the crap out of him.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders, and took the plate, on which half of a slice of cake was left, and stared at it hungrily. She picked Vegeta's fork, and started to finish it. "Your loss." The look on his face was priceless, and she was doing her best, not to laugh. Although it would make his reaction much more intense.

Vegeta looked at her, not even surprised. He had known this all along; the woman had gone insane! "What do you want?" he inquired before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Aren't you suppose to be working on my new equipment?" asked Vegeta with his usual arrogance. He much preferred her in the lab, then he did all up in his business.

Bulma hadn't been quite paying attention to him, as she was pretty proud of herself since her cake tasted really good. Maybe she did have some cooking skills after all, although they were deeply hidden. She was brought out of her thoughts when she noticed the look Vegeta was giving her. She tried to recall what he had said. Oh right. Equipment. "Oh, I'm done."

She was done? Vegeta found that one actually hard to believe. She had never work so fast of her whole life before. Vegeta couldn't believe he had actually been worry about her slacking off her work because she wasn't with that weakling anymore. Yep, that woman surprised him more everyday. Maybe he should have asked for more. Next time, he wouldn't repeat the same mistake, since apparently, she knew how to be efficient from time to time.

"It was about time."

Bulma scoffed; she knew he didn't mean that. She had completed everything in a record time. "They should be working properly, but if there's any problem, let me know."

"You can be sure of that," he said, as he got up, and pushed the chair back in it's place. He had no reason to be sitting there doing nothing if his training equipment was ready; Vegeta had no time to lose. He had wasted enough time by talking to her.

Bulma watched him walk away, but as he reached the door, she couldn't help but stop him. She knew it would be silly, but the desire to ask him was stronger than her. "Vegeta?" she asked in a very small voice; she wasn't sure if he heard her. She had a question burning her mind; Bulma was going to ask him, even if he would be pissed off about it.

Vegeta sighed heavily in annoyance, and turned around. "What? Don't you see I have better things to do, woman?"

Bulma smiled slightly, but it disappeared, as her regular lonely feeling took over. Why did it always come back? "Do you ever feel-"

"I don't feel woman," said Vegeta cutting her. There it was! He knew she was going to go through some emotional crap; that's why all the humans were so weak, they let their emotions direct their lives and influence them. Obviously she was indeed affected by whatever had happened between her and the weakling.

She shook her head; she didn't care what he thought, she would ask him anyway. "Do you ever feel lonely?" Bulma didn't know why, but she felt like if one person could experience the same loneliness she did, it was Vegeta. After all, he didn't have any friends, he didn't like anyone, and he spent most of his time by himself. Surely, he had to feel lonely at some point in his life. Especially since he had grown up under Frieza's reign. He still had a heart right? He could feel.

Vegeta scoffed. "I'm a saiyan, I don't feel."

As he said that, Vegeta walked away from Bulma, leaving her alone with her feelings. She couldn't help but feel like it was a lie; she heard something in his voice. Sure, she could have imagined it, but she sworn she heard a hint of loneliness in his voice. But, again, it was a silly question; even if Vegeta did feel lonely he would never share that with anyone, especially not her. He had always dealt with everything alone, and he wouldn't change that for her sake.

-L-

Vegeta was outside, training. He knew he should have been inside the Gravity Room training, but he didn't feel like being trap in a room right now. The woman had bothered him, and he needed some fresh air. Lonely. Like him, a saiyan could ever feel such a way. He could not possibly be lonely; how many times had he repeated to himself he didn't need anybody? You could only feel such a way, when you needed people, when you needed contact, and touch from others. Vegeta didn't need that. He hadn't gotten any during his whole life, and it wouldn't start now. It wasn't something he required to go on with his life.

He had seen how humans acted. They constantly needed people around them, or some sort of contact; it was truly pathetic. At first, he thought some of them had been different since he hadn't seen Bulma being very touchy, or anything like that with Yamcha, so he assumed she didn't need it. After all, it seemed to him all she truly cared about was her inventions. But, she was no different; she wanted, and needed the same thing than the other human on this planet. He had almost been fooled.

Vegeta turned his head, and looked through the window; Bulma was standing in front of it, staring at him. He rolled his eyes clearly annoyed; what was her problem? Why did she need to check what he was doing constantly, it was truly annoying him. She needed to find a life on her own, because he certainly would not replace Yamcha as her little puppet. It seemed she was desperate for attention, and it was ridiculous. Plus, he would never be anything to her. Especially not her friend.

Stupid woman, he thought.

Bulma smiled when she noticed Vegeta rolling his eyes; she loved annoying him. Then, all of the sudden, Bulma jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to find her mother smiling at her, and she felt herself relax slightly. Although, the smile on Bunny's face was slightly creepy, and it made Bulma feel as if her mother was stalking her. Although her mother wouldn't do that, so, gently, Bulma smiled back at her, as best she could.

"What are you doing honey?" Mrs. Briefs looked through the windows, and noticed Vegeta, shirtless, training outside. He looked very handsome, and she wished her daughter would just grab him! She giggled, and then covered her mouth, as if to prevent herself. "Oh, I wish I could do that too," she said before winking at Bulma.

Bulma stood there trying to figure out what exactly her mother meant, and when she finally caught on, she blushed slightly. "It's not like that!" said Bulma, before feeling slightly uncomfortable. Surely, she wouldn't throw herself in Vegeta's arms, simply because she felt lonely. Her mother could be so silly sometimes, right? Plus, Vegeta wasn't her type. Not at all. "I was simply thinking."

"Of course you were sweetie," said Mrs. Briefs, not believing her a word her daughter just said.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "I just thought Vegeta looked lonely that's all." said Bulma before turning away from her mother, and staring at the window again. His face, his mind, everything about him seemed to be screaming loneliness, yet he didn't want to admit it. Everyone needed someone else in their lives, even someone like Vegeta.

"Of course he is!" said Mrs. Briefs, before looking through the window too. "He is such a great man, yet he is always by himself! He would need a nice lady to keep him company, you know!" she said, thinking she was being very subtle. She was obviously hinting Bulma towards him.

Bulma scoffed; her mother was lacking the subtlety talent. "I don't think that would help mom." If any women tried to get closer to Vegeta he would probably blast them away or something like that since Vegeta wasn't build to be in a relationship. The only way she could ever truly see him in a woman, if that was even possible, was in a player sort of way; he would probably be a one-night type of guy. Pick one for a day, and change the flavor the next day.

Mrs. Briefs then fell into a deep thinking state, which didn't happen too often. What would make such a handsome man like Vegeta feel better? Sure, she knew a woman had to be the solution, but apparently Bulma didn't share her excitement about the idea. There had to be something else! What made her feel better when she was down? OH! She knew! "Maybe you should hug him!"

Bulma immediately turn her head; she should do what? "What did you say?" Surely she had heard wrong! Her mother did not just suggest she should hug such a monster like Vegeta? He would take it the wrong way! Heck, he would probably kill her on the spot.

"Hug him silly!" said Mrs. Briefs, before grabbing Bulma's hand, and leading her outside. "The poor boy, I'm sure he simply needs a hug!"

Bulma was trying to protest, but it was pretty hard when her mom was dragging her the way she was. Before she knew it, Mrs. Briefs had leaded her outside.

Bulma gave her mother a weird look, that basically meant; don't make me do this. Mrs. Briefs simply smiled at her, and made her little signs with her hands, indicating her to go, and walk towards Vegeta. Bulma rolled her eyes, and sighed; all right, she would go see him, but she wasn't about to hug him. After all, she did not have a current death wish. Plus Vegeta and her weren't even friends, it would be awkward to just go, and hug him out of the blue.
Vegeta grunted when he noticed Bulma coming his way. What was even worse was her mother standing behind her. What in the world did these two want with him? Honestly, all the women in that house needed to find themselves other expectations except him. They were starting to get on his last nerve! He stopped training, and remained standing still as Bulma continue walking towards him. The closer she got to him, the more he felt his anger rise.

He only spoke when she got close enough. "What do you want woman? I told you to leave me alone."

Bulma only smiled at his arrogance; yes, it was Vegeta all right. "Nothing, I just wanted to know how were doing. Is everything okay?" She was slightly nervous as she had her hands locked together behind her back, and she was shifting her weight back and forth from her left leg to her right leg.

Vegeta raised his eyebrows; why in the world did she care about how he was doing? "I don't know what you're up to woman, but I don't like it, so you better stop before I blast you into another dimension," he said with a warning tone.

Bulma thought about her mother's idea again; surely hugging him couldn't be so bad could it? Bulma started to look at his shirtless chest; he looked good. Surely, she wouldn't mind having all those abs and muscles pressed hard against her. Feeling his smooth back against her skin, and feeling the warmth coming from his body. Bulma got a small shiver going through her body; did she actually think about Vegeta that way? She had to be sick, or something.

Vegeta wasn't sure what to make of the look Bulma was giving him; it felt like she was checking him out, but he knew that she wouldn't do that. At least not right in front of him; she wouldn't put herself so vulnerable. Yet, she had that look on her face. Well, he was going to test her. Vegeta walked toward her, closing the distance between them. He rested his hand on her back, and bent down, his fingertips nearly making circle on her back, and he felt her knees got slightly weak.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked, whispering softly in her ear.

As Vegeta whisper in her ear, Bulma was brought back to reality; Vegeta had noticed her staring. Well, that surely was embarrassing! His ego was big enough that he didn't need such a boost. Then, Bulma realized the distance between them; very small. She could feel his hand on her back, and she could smell him, and somehow she found his scent intoxicating; it was manly. Bulma was about to freak out, so she did the only thing she could think of; she hugged Vegeta.

Vegeta froze when he felt Bulma wrap her arms around his waist, and press her chest against his, burying her face into his chest. What in the world was the woman doing? What was this gesture? "What are you doing woman?" he asked clearly annoyed.

All right it wasn't working, thought Bulma as she noticed his angry tone. Although, she was slightly distracted by how soft his skin felt, and how she sort of enjoyed the closeness. She was almost tempted to let her hands run down to his ass, but she stopped herself. "I'm hugging you."

Vegeta raised his eyebrows. Hug? "What the hell is that? Are you trying to crush me?" He pushed Bulma way from him, quite violently. "Let me tell, you can never crush me woman!" How could she even dare try something like that? She was not a fighter, she knew she did not stand a change against him.

Bulma could not help but giggle. Vegeta had to be the cutest thing she had ever seen at that moment, and that was not a word often used to describe him. "No, silly," she said between giggles. "A hug is an embrace. It's a way to comfort somebody, or show you appreciate them."

Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Well, I certainly do not need your comfort, or you appreciation," he hissed at her. Had she gone out of her mind? Touching him like that! He didn't recall giving her the permission to hug him. Honestly, every day those earthlings' traditions surprised him. How could you break into someone's comfort zone like that, without their agreement?

Bulma shook her head; he was unbelievable. "It was just a hug, Vegeta," said Bulma, making it sound like it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't; she simply felt really good pressed against him, and Bulma could still feel her heart beating faster. Why was she reacting that way?

Vegeta scoffed. "Saiyans don't hug."

She should have expected that one. "Well, it sounds to me like Saiyans don't do much. You're all a bunch of uptight." Bulma pinched her lips together; Vegeta would not like her comeback, but she didn't care. No matter how mad he was, she knew he'd never do anything to seriously hurt her; Vegeta needed her in case something happened with the Gravity Room. Plus, sometimes, he deserved someone knocking some sense into his big head.
Vegeta could feel his blood boiling in his veins. This woman was truly pushing him to his limits, and she knew how to push his buttons. His fists were shaking being that he was squeezing too tight; he needed to walk away now. Without a word, he left Bulma standing in the yard, and walked away; the Gravity Room sounded like a good idea now. He had some anger to take it, and he needed to release it right now. When he would come out, he intended on every part of his body to ache.

-L-

Vegeta was sitting on the edge of his bed; it was 3:00AM. He had just gotten out of the Gravity Room, a little while ago, and now that he had taken a shower, he felt completely energy less. Vegeta hadn't been so angry in a long time; he didn't know why, but the woman hugging him had brought such a rage into him. Well, he wasn't exactly sure it was rage. All he knew is the feeling he had experienced had brought him a great frustration, and he did not like it.

"Hey Vegeta."

Vegeta raised his head and saw Bulma's head popping out through his door, while the rest of her body was hidden behind the door. He rolled his eyes; what did she want now? Had she waited for him to be done training? Why was she still awake? Usually, she was asleep hours before he was even out of the GR. He decided to ignore her, and pretended she wasn't there. He started to program his alarm clock to go off in a few hours; he didn't need that much sleep.

"I'm coming in," warned Bulma as she completely opened the door, and walked inside his room.

Of course, she had not waited for an answer, but she had a feeling that if she had, she would have spent the night outside of his door. She almost closed the door behind her, but decided to leave it slightly opened; just in case he was in a bad mood, it would be easier to get out. Bulma wanted to apologize, but she wasn't quite sure why she needed to apologize. After all, who apologized someone because they hugged them? It sounded insane.

"I'm sorry I hugged you," she said with a very unsure voice.

Bulma knew Vegeta had been pretty angry, and she somehow felt it was because of her. Usually she wouldn't care but he had spent over 15 hours in the Gravity Room without a break; there had to be something wrong. He was known to over train most of the time, but even for him, that was going over his limit. Heck, if he kept to his schedule, he would wake up in two hours. That was only two hours of sleep! Surely even a saiyan needed more than that.

Vegeta stopped what he was doing, and he looked at Bulma. He wished he hadn't; she was wearing a very tight black tank top, which was hugging her breasts perfectly, and a very short pair of blue short that he could almost see her ass. There it was again; he was getting this frustration feeling, just like when she had pressed her body against his. What in the world? Why was he feeling that way again? This time, it felt somewhat different than his usual anger.

"I don't care," he answered before looking away. What was wrong with him, he couldn't even stand looking at her for Kami's sake!

Bulma noticed Vegeta seemed slightly uncomfortable. Why would he feel such a way around her? Her mind was probably playing tricks on her; Vegeta would never act that way around someone. She decided to walk in his direction, and when she reached him, she put her hand on his arm, letting him know she wanted him to look at her. When she felt her fingers trail over his arm, she couldn't help the little sparks that were created, and the jolts of pleasure going through her body.

Vegeta flinched under her touch; why did she keep touching him lately? He did turned around, and look at her, noticing the sad look on her face. Was he supposed to care that she was sad? He didn't know why she liked touching him so much anyway. If it was up to him, he'd keep her as far away from him as possible. Why couldn't she understand that he wasn't interested in that type of physical contact. At least with her. He wasn't attracted to her.
Bulma gave him a sad smile. "You know Vegeta, people hug to help each other feel better." Why was she bringing the idea of the hug again? Oh yeah. Obviously he hadn't enjoyed it, and he had been quite angry about it.

"I don't need to feel better," said Vegeta with a cold tone.

Bulma nodded. "Maybe I do."

All right, there it was again; why in the world was she sharing her feelings with Vegeta? They were not friends, or anything. Heck, she didn't even talk that way to Goku, so why Vegeta? It made no sense to her why she was acting in such a strange way! Bulma felt extremely confused, and she didn't like it. She felt herself being pull towards him by some inexplicable force, although she was pretty sure she was pushing herself unto him, and before she knew it, she was hugging him again.

The hug didn't feel the same though, but Bulma guessed that was because he had a shirt this time; she could not feel his skin against hers. Vegeta's reaction was quite different, as she hugged him, his eyes traveled down to her ass. Her back was slightly arched, making her ass sticking out. Vegeta growled as he looked away, cursing himself mentally. That's it, he needed to get this woman away from him, right now. She was not good for him.

Again, Vegeta pushed Bulma violently away from him. "Do not touch me, woman," he said with an angry tone before turning away from her so she was now facing his back.

Bulma mumbled some sort of apology before rushing out of the room. The fact that she didn't realize she apologized again, meant she really was all over the place. What was wrong with her? To someone it could seem like she was crazy to want to touch Vegeta. Why would she want such a thing? She was simply confused right now, that was it. It didn't mean anything. She was simply confused; she didn't really want anything to do with Vegeta.
Suddenly, as Bulma was pressed against Vegeta closed door, she heard him growled. Bulma couldn't help, but smirk.

-L-