Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Little Green Monster ( Chapter 10 )

Bulma was in the kitchen, sitting down at the table, and she was not really enjoying her breakfast. Vegeta was sitting right across from her, eating his food in silent. You could cut the tension with a nice. Bulma didn't like the ambiance in the room; this was really out of character for Vegeta. He would usually insult her in the morning, and make a snappy comment about the way she looked. Not this morning. He was being completely quiet. Was he sick? Nah, he looked fine.

Although, something had to be wrong, he was not his usual self.
As Bulma started to think about it, she realized that Vegeta had been acting that way since the second hug they shared. Bulma couldn't help the smirk on her lips as she recalled Vegeta growling. Of course, she thought it was out of anger, and nothing else, and she loved getting under his skin. It brought her entertainment. But, if Vegeta had been mad, then why hadn't he try to piss her off? Bulma couldn't recall any moment Vegeta had talked to her since the hug. Weird.

She decided to be the one breaking the silent. "Cat ate your tongue?"

Vegeta raised his head, and stopped eating his eggs. What in the world was that silly woman talking about? Cat? She didn't even own a cat! "Cat? What cat? What are you talking about woman?"

Bulma couldn't help but giggle. Vegeta could be so clueless sometimes when it came to Earth expression. She found out adorable. "It's an expression." Vegeta simply scoffed, and went back to eating. "I was just wondering why you weren't insulting me."

Vegeta didn't think she would notice the lack of communication they had lately; not that he cared. It's not like he had been avoiding her, he simply didn't happen to cross her path, right? All right, maybe he tried not to come in contact with her. After all, who knew, now that she had started hugging him, he didn't know what else she would try to do. After all, he didn't enjoy the hug. That frustration feeling he had was because of the close contact they had right? He simply didn't want to be that close to the woman. She was there to fix the gravity room, and that was it.

"I've got better things to do," said Vegeta as he stood up from the chair. "Just like now." With that said, Vegeta was gone, leaving Bulma by herself in the room.

Bulma sighed heavily; there he was again, gone. She had lost interest in some of her projects; they were leading her nowhere. Or perhaps, they lead nowhere, because they weren't anything from the start. She had simply started them because she needed to keep herself busy, but most of them didn't even make sense. And now, she had lost the only person she was really talking to, since he was avoiding her, although he wasn't going to admit that anytime soon.

As if Vegeta would admit he purposely didn't want to encounter someone. It would make it look as if he was scared.

Then something else hit Bulma; she had other friends. Sure, she wasn't really talking to Yamcha right now, but that was only because their break up was still recent, but still, she knew other people apart from Vegeta and Yamcha. It seemed her whole world had revolved around these two lately, and everything else had ceased to exist. Maybe she could invite Goku, Chichi, and Gohan over? She hadn't seen them in a while, and she knew that Goku didn't care about his training like Vegeta did; he would make some time to come over Capsule Corp. Especially if there was food.

With a smile back on her face, Bulma walked in direction of the phone, dialing the Son's phone number. Seeing other people, and interacting with normal human beings was exactly what she needed to cheer herself up. Plus, it would probably allow her to forget about Vegeta. Honestly, she needed to stop herself from having a bad circle of people around. It couldn't possibly be healthy to have a hate relationship with someone. Especially if that was the only interaction you ever had.

-L-

"Woman, what's with all this food?"

Bulma turned around, and saw Vegeta standing behind her, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his usually frown on. Bulma sighed heavily. "What are you talking about?" she asked before ignoring him again. Her cooks had spent the morning cooking a lot of food for Goku and Gohan. Bulma was pretty excited to receive them over, as she had been stuck with Vegeta for so long. A change of air would only do her some good. Maybe she wouldn't rush around, hugging Vegeta. How pathetic had that been?

Bulma felt like smacking herself; had she really enjoy hugging Vegeta? Sure it felt terribly good being in his arms, and she had enjoyed the feeling of his warm, soft skin touching hers, but that only convinced her that she was nuts. It was Vegeta she was talking about! Vegeta! Never in a million years she would end up with this man, yet she enjoyed being close to him. It was silly; how could you feel good in the arms of a murderer? That didn't make any Kami damn sense.

Vegeta scoffed, clearly annoyed. "You know what I'm talking about woman! All this food, what is it for?"

Vegeta knew Bulma didn't cook any of this; she probably couldn't cook anything decent to save her life. She probably had some slaves doing it for her, but why would she put so much effort into this; it certainly wasn't for him since she wouldn't go through that trouble for him. Although, considering his status, she should have those slaves cooking for him all the time. Her mother could cook, but, she was not always there, ready when he was hungry.

"Goku, Gohan and Chichi are coming over. I invited them," she said in a perfectly calm tone, knowing that the news would probably annoy the crap out of Vegeta. He could not stand Goku, and she knew it too well.

Vegeta could feel the smoke coming out of his ears. She had invited him over? Surely he had heard wrong, there was no way she would have done such a stupid thing. "YOU DID WHAT?"

Bulma was trying to hold in a giggle. Oh yes, he was mad all right. "I invited Goku over." She turned around, and looked at him, pretending to be confused, as if she did not know why this would anger him. "Why? What's the matter, Vegeta?"

Vegeta knew too well she was pretending not to know why he was so angry. Kakarot was his sworn enemy! He would obviously know that Vegeta hadn't reached the supersaiyan level yet, and Vegeta didn't want to see Kakarot until he did. "I don't want him here," he said, walking closer to Bulma, trying to intimidate her.

Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. How dare he make his rules in her house? Vegeta was a guest, and Bulma wasn't about to let him decide who could come or not. Heck, he would barely stand it when Yamcha, when he was her boyfriend, would come over. He would make comments to Yamcha while he was there, or would warn Bulma about how he didn't want to see that weakling around. She hadn't listen to him then, and she wasn't going to now. This was her life, her house, and she could have whatever friends she wanted over.

"Goku is coming that you like it or not," she hissed at him. "He is my friend, and I invited him over. You can go hide in the Gravity Room if you want, I don't care."

Bulma took a deep breath, calming herself down; Vegeta wasn't worth her losing her calm. Bulma knew this would probably enraged Vegeta even more; he hated to be the only one arguing while she was acting all calm, and peaceful. It was the first time in a couple of days that he was actually talking to her, so, she couldn't resist. After all, it was nice to be able to anger someone again. Plus, right now, it was much easier to piss him off since Goku was on his way.

Vegeta scoffed, and spun around, his back facing Bulma. If she wanted to act so normal and not caring about this, well so could he. Why did it matter to him that Kakarot was coming? "Fine," said Vegeta before walking away, calmly from Bulma. He wasn't in the mood to play her game right now.
Bulma was actually a little shock that he agreed, and walk away. This was very out of character from Vegeta, and Bulma was left a little stunned. What the hell had happened to him? Surely the hug couldn't have made him that angry. They had shared bigger arguments before that, and her hugging him wasn't really a fight, at least not in her part. Vegeta was confusing her more and more every day. Well, if he didn't open up to her, she couldn't read his mind.

She decided to leave it at Vegeta being a very angry being, and that if he wasn't happy about Goku coming over, it was his problem. After all, she couldn't even understand why he hated Goku so much; Goku considered Vegeta as his friends, so how come the Prince couldn't do the same? She shook her head; he truly needed to let go of his anger. Bulma turned her head and looked in the direction Vegeta had just left. Maybe it was the hug. Maybe she had been right; he was lonely. He might have liked the hug, but he didn't want to let her know.

Bulma smiled to herself.

-L-

Bulma ran to the door as soon as she heard the doorbell, feeling an excitement filling her. She opened the door to find Goku, Gohan and Chichi standing in front of her. Finally, she would spend time with normal people! She took a good look at Goku, and he had his huge trademark goofy smile on his face, and his hand scratching the back of his head. All right, somewhat normal. It was much better than Vegeta. Or at least, she liked to believe so.

"Come on in," said Bulma as she gestured the inside of the house.

All three of them, entered the house, and Goku immediately smiled when he smelled the food. "OH WOW! FOOD!"

Before anybody could take a look at Goku, he already was running in direction of the kitchen, since he had smelled the food when he had entered the house. Bulma was smiling, while Chichi sighed heavily. Bulma couldn't believe how much Goku had remained the same since she had met him as a little boy. At least he was the proof that Saiyans were not all jerks. Chichi smiled at Bulma before taking Gohan's hand in hers, and walking in direction of the kitchen too, trying to catch up with her husband.

As soon as Chichi reached the kitchen, she stopped in front of the doorway, looking a little surprise. Intrigued, Bulma walked over to Chichi, only to be as surprise as she was. In the kitchen, not so far from Goku, was Vegeta, sitting down at the kitchen table. What in the world was he doing there? Bulma could clearly recalled Vegeta not wanting to be around Goku, so why was he there? He knew they were coming, he knew they were going to be in the kitchen. Bulma's breathing accelerated; Vegeta wasn't going to try anything was he?

"What the hell are you doing?"

Both Chichi and Goku were surprised by the way Bulma had snapped at Vegeta. Sure, Chichi wasn't that surprise since she knew Vegeta was an ass, but still, she hadn't expect Bulma to almost yell so close to her ear. Nor did she expect to see a confrontation between the two of them. All this time, she had wondered how Bulma could bear to spend so much time with Vegeta. Surely, Chichi would have gone crazy being stuck with someone so rude all the time.

Vegeta only smirked even more at Bulma's reaction. "What are you talking about Woman?" he asked, in the most natural way, just like she had done a while ago when he asked her about the food. He was going to play her game, and see how she would like it.

Bulma could see right through Vegeta; he was only doing this to annoy the crap out of her. Well, she wasn't going to let him win; she wouldn't let this get to her. Bulma wouldn't give Vegeta the satisfaction of winning, and she would prove once and for all, that she was better than him. She might not be able to beat him in a physically fight, but when it came to mental, she knew there was absolutely no way he could beat her. She would be the winner.

"Nothing," she said through her teeth as she put her best smile on. She kept on walking inside the kitchen, and decided to act like Vegeta wasn't there. It shouldn't be too hard; she had done it many times in the past. One thing was for sure was that Vegeta didn't like to be ignored.

"So, Chichi, Gohan, are you guys hungry?" said Bulma as she took a plate, and served herself from the huge buffet in front of her.

As she took a glanced at Goku, she could see him helplessly trying to fill his plate as much as he could, piling food on top of food, as if he was going to run out of it. Bulma couldn't help but giggle, and as soon as she did, Vegeta scoffed. Bulma turned her head in his direction, and simply smiled at him, causing Vegeta to turn his head. Bulma shook her head; what had crawled up his ass? He was usually an ass, but with Goku around, it seemed that his mood got even worst.

Bulma walked over to Vegeta, and bent down slightly so her mouth was close to his ear. "I don't know what exactly you're doing, but I won't let you ruin this," she whispered to him, a smile still plastered on her face.
Vegeta simply chuckled at her reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about, woman. I didn't do anything."

Vegeta knew that he didn't have to do anything, and that Bulma would simply be annoyed by his presence. He didn't quite enjoy having Kakarot and his harpy around, but to see the look on Bulma's face, it was totally worth it. Heck, he hadn't mind forcing himself to be around these people, just to annoy her. He could see the anger in her eyes, as she walked away from him. Vegeta turned his head and looked at Kakarot, he could always use him for some training, at least it would make this day a little better.

"Kakarot. Sparring. Now."

That was all Vegeta said before walking in direction of the Gravity Room. Goku turned his head in direction of Vegeta, and his mouth was so filled with food, that some was spilling out of his mouth, and onto the floor. He had just begun eating, and now he was expected to stop? Bulma always had the best food, and he loved coming over, especially since, it would be never ending, and Chichi wouldn't complained that he was eating too much, and she couldn't cook all day.

"Wmwhat?" Goku looked at all the food in his plate. "Awmh Mman!" he said, spilling more food as he spoke. Goku put his plate of food down on the table, and proceeded to follow Vegeta into the Gravity Room.

Chichi sighed heavily; they were going to be here for a really long time, and she had the feeling that they wouldn't leave until both Vegeta and Goku were beat up, their clothes ripped, and their blood splattered all over the place. Now, it meant, that she would spend hours fixing his clothes, and cleaning him up. The less she could do was enjoy some girl time with Bulma; with two boys in the house, those were hard to come by. She needed someone to vent to.

-L-

Chichi was sitting down at the table with Bulma, and both were drinking coffee as Gohan was off, watching Vegeta and his father fighting, since now the fight had moved outside, since they nearly destroyed the Gravity Room. Bulma didn't quite know what to say; lately the only conversations she had were fighting, and she had almost forgotten what it was like to have a decent conversation with a normal human being. But she had to admit, it was a nice change.

Chichi was the first to speak. "So, how is it leaving with Vegeta?" she asked as she played with her spoon that was still in her coffee.

Bulma sighed heavily; great, not only did she spend most of her time with Vegeta, now she had to talk about him? "He's a total asshole. I mean, it seems that everything he does has to be something to annoy me. He's getting a kick out of it."

Chichi chuckled. "You're talking about Vegeta here."

The honest truth was that Chichi was more than happy that Bulma took Vegeta in. If she hadn't, she knew that her husband would have tried to convince Vegeta to come live with them, and in Chichi's opinion, if there was something worst than death, it was living with a jerk like Vegeta. She didn't need another saiyan in her house, eating up all the food, and she certainly didn't need somebody bossing her around, thinking he was the king of the world. Unlike Bulma, she wouldn't stand for it as much.

"Chichi?" asked Bulma when she noticed that Chichi was lost in her thoughts. She had a small smile on her face, and Bulma guessed it must have been something good.

The raven hair woman snapped out of her thoughts, and looked at Bulma. "Sorry," she mumbled before taking a sip out of her coffee.

Soon enough, Gohan came in the kitchen running. "Mom?"

Both Chichi and Bulma turned their head in direction of the half-saiyan. "Dad and Vegeta are done fighting."

Right behind Gohan was Goku, and he looked as if he had been through war, even though he was smiling, as if he was happy. The top part of his regular orange suit was ripped off, and a part was laying across his chest, his regularly messy hair were even in worst shape, and he had cuts, and blood all over his chest. Chichi sighed in annoyance; great, now she would have to take care of her husband. The only good thing she could see was that he didn't seem to mind.

"Sorry Chichi," said Goku with his goofy smile, his hand scratching the back of his head.

Chichi rolled her eyes, and stood up from her chair; this was her cue to leave before anything else happened. "Sorry Bulma, but I think we'll go home now."

Bulma nodded, and took both cups in her hands, proceeding to put them in the sink. So much for seeing her friends; Vegeta had managed to take Goku away for 3 hours. That saiyan really couldn't give up his training could he?

"No problem Chichi," said Bulma before walking in direction of the family.
Vegeta was pressed against the wall, and he was pretty much in the same shape than Goku, although he didn't look happy, instead he looked proud of himself. He looked pretty beat up, but his clothes were in pretty good shape; the only thing he had been wearing was his usual spandex short. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, a big smirk on his face. Kakarot hadn't turn supersaiyan during the battle, and in Vegeta's perspective, he had kicked his ass.

Bulma rolled her eyes at Vegeta's reaction. "It was nice seeing you Bulma," said Goku before bending down to hug Bulma, like he would usual do.
Bulma wrapped her arms around Goku's waist, and returned the friendly hug. From the corner of her eyes, Bulma could see Vegeta's face, and his smirk was gone and his expression had quickly changed to one of anger. What in the world was wrong with him? Why was he angry all the sudden? Bulma pulled Goku into a tighter hug, and watched Vegeta's expression; he seemed to be even angrier. Then, a little light light up in her head, and she finally understood.

When Goku pulled away, Bulma was smiling brightly. Goku simply thought she had been happy to see him too, but little did he know, it was for a completely different reason. After a few goodbye, Gohan, Goku, and Chichi were on their way back home. As soon as Bulma closed the door, she turned around to look at Vegeta. His angry expression had left, and he was simply frowning like usual, as if nothing had happened, but Bulma knew better than that.

"Saiyans do hug," said Bulma with a smile before walking past Vegeta.

Vegeta couldn't believe this. Why had he been angry? Why did it bother him that Bulma was hugging that idiot Kakarot? Vegeta knew for a fact that he didn't care about Bulma, and he knew he felt nothing towards her. Although, he couldn't explain the frustration he had felt, and he knew it wasn't related to those weak feelings all those weak humans, and Kakarot, were feeling. Vegeta could still remember the way her ass had again stick out when she had hugged Kakarot, or how her breasts had been pressed tightly against Kakarot's chest.

He shook his head; why couldn't he get her body out of his mind? She wasn't that good looking. No wait, she wasn't. Vegeta sighed heavily; damn woman. He turned his head, and watched her walk away. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but it seemed like she was swinging her hips more than usually, causing her ass to bounce. He closed his eyes for a second, and he knew she was doing it on purpose. The worst thing was, it worked; he did notice.

Vegeta growled.

-L-

Bulma sighed heavily, as she lay on her bed, trying to relax. She couldn't get Vegeta's reaction out of her mind. Why had he been angry when she hugged Goku? Had it been more than angriness? Had he been jealous? It had looked that way to her, but Bulma chuckled at the thought; yeah right. Vegeta didn't give a damn about her, and that was clear. He wouldn't be jealous because she was hugging another man would he? She shook her head; she was probably reading too much into this.

Well, maybe he didn't care about her, but maybe he had enjoyed the contact? Bulma looked down at her body; after all, she wasn't that bad, she looked good. Could Vegeta possibly be attracted to her? Maybe he was a little more attached to her than she thought. Bulma didn't know if Vegeta had ever been with a woman before, or a female at all. He was always by himself, and no matter how much of an ass he could be, he was still a male right? He probably had needs and desires. Maybe the physical contact had reminded him of those? It seemed a little insane, but Bulma couldn't completely chase the thoughts of her mind.

When Bulma heard a noise coming from outside, she decided to get up and check it out. As soon as she looked through the window, she could see Vegeta outside, training, like usual. What in the world was wrong with him? She had built him a freaking Gravity Room, which he had annoyed her with, and he wasn't even using it? What a jerk. But, Bulma's thoughts were interrupted, when her eyes traveled on Vegeta's body. He looked good, no more than that, he looked yummy. His muscular, well-defined chest, the way his spandex short molded his ass, and that was not even mentioning the bulge in his short. Bulma knew she wouldn't mind laying on her bed, with Vegeta on top of her, and she would love to run her hands on his back, feeling his smooth skin, pressing her chest against his, feeling his muscles.

Bulma opened her eyes wide as she realized what she was thinking. She did not just have that kind of thought about Vegeta did she? She could feel her cheeks getting warmer as she blushed, and she knew it was true. Well, he was good looking right? Then and idea began to form in her mind. Vegeta was good looking, and she was pretty much bored out of her mind, quite lonely, and she had some doubts about Vegeta. Maybe she could try to see if he truly was attracted to her.

Bulma smirked, as she walked toward her closet. First, before she would go outside, and see him, she would need to change. She was wearing a pair of jean, and a regular t-shirt with her name written on it. That wasn't good enough to test her theory. But she only wanted to find out if Vegeta was attracted to her right? She wasn't interested in him. She simply thought he was handsome. That didn't mean anything; she thought a lot of men were good looking, that didn't mean she would go out with them.

Once she convinced herself enough, Bulma picked up an outfit from her closet. She decided to go out with her shorter skirt; it was white, with two blue lines on the side, and it finished right under her ass. For her top, she decided to go with a regular black top, with spaghetti strap, and it had a huge cleavage. This should do, she thought with a big smirk. Sure it seemed a little too much, but it was Vegeta. He wasn't one to really express emotions except anger, which meant if she wanted to figure out how he felt about her body, she had to go extreme. If he was surprise, it would be harder for him to hide his emotions. At least, that's what she thought.

Bulma quickly stepped into her new clothes, and walked over her mirror to check herself. Looks good, she thought. Her blue hair was straight, and ended right above her breasts. She fixed her bang a little, and decided she looked good enough. She didn't really apply make-up, so she decided to go without it, and she looked good without it anyway. Plus Vegeta had labeled it as face paint in the past, so it was better to do without. A big smile on her face, Bulma proceeded to walk outside to test her body on Vegeta.

She did her best not to act strange as she approached the main door, but it was hard since she was nervous. Bulma took a deep breath before opening the door, and walking outside. Fortunately, Vegeta wasn't working out to far from the house; she didn't want to walk too far with what she had on. She didn't get the feeling that Vegeta knew she was there since he didn't raise his head or made a comment. It looked like she would have to make her presence known.

"Hey Vegeta."

Vegeta rolled his eyes; what the hell was she doing here? He was lying on the ground, doing sit-up before she had arrived. He turned his head in her direction, and came face to face with her bare legs. Vegeta kept on looking higher, and his eyes finally laid on her short skirt. Heck, he never saw something so short; he was pretty sure that if he tried, he would be able to see her underwear. He finally sat up, and he took notice of her shirt. Was it he, or she had never dress in such a way before? Vegeta couldn't recall seeing Bulma in such small clothes before. Heck, he wasn't sure if it could even be called clothes anymore.

"Whore-ing yourself up woman?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Bulma really wanted to get angry at him, but she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere. She had to test him first. "No, silly," she said before sitting down beside him, extending her legs, making sure he took noticed.

She hadn't really tried to seduce a man in a long time, but she was pretty sure she could still do it. After all, Yamcha had been very easy to seduce whenever she wanted, but Yamcha and Vegeta were two complete different people, and Vegeta didn't have his tongue out of his mouth every time a girl walked by. When she looked at Vegeta's face, it remained pretty neutral. Maybe she wasn't trying hard enough? Either that, or she had been completely wrong about him.

Vegeta tried his best to not look at her smooth legs, but sometimes, his eyes would glance down. What in the world was this woman trying to do? Was it him, or she was a lot closer to him than usually; there was barely any distance between them. He looked down at her face, and noticed her eyes were on his chest. Of course she was checking him up since he looked very good. Then, Bulma got a lot closer to him, as she turned on her side, and pocked his chest with her finger.

"So, what are you doing?" she said, trying to have a seductive smile on.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Working out."

He knew for a fact that something was up, but he simply couldn't figure out why. She was trying to bring a friendliness that was not something that suit her, at least not when she was around him. On top of that, she was acting like a complete different Bulma, and he didn't know what to make up of it. And was it he, or she was squeezing her breasts together? He shook his head; why couldn't he focus on anything else than her body. And did she just bit her lip?

Bulma knew Vegeta's eyes were fixed on her, but she couldn't quite figure out what he was looking at, or what he was thinking. Why did men have to be so damn complicated? She needed to do something else. She wasn't really used to this anymore, and she didn't know what to do. Bulma sighed; all right maybe she wasn't as prepared for this as she thought herself to be. She decided to stop with this, and that maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all.
Bulma proceeded to get up, and as she was about to walk pass Vegeta, she tripped on his foot, since her eyes weren't paying attention to where she was walking since she was looking at Vegeta. Next thing Bulma knew, she was falling straight on Vegeta, her back facing his face, and her ass right on his groin. Since she was sitting, her skirt lifted up, and Bulma was pretty sure Vegeta was getting a decent view of her ass. She could feel her face warm up, as her cheeks became very red; she was very embarrassed. She hadn't plan for this to happen like this. She wanted Vegeta to be the one in a very uncomfortable position.

Without saying a word, Bulma got up from Vegeta, and tried to walk as fast as she could towards the house. Maybe it would be best if she never mentioned this again. She hided her face in her hands as she walked off.

Advice; never try to seduce Vegeta again.

Maybe if Bulma hadn't been so embarrassed, she would have notice Vegeta's reaction. Actually, he didn't have a reaction, and he was mostly shocked. He had been taken by surprise when Bulma's ass had made contact with his groin. At first, he had stared at her back, but when she started moving, he couldn't help but feel the friction against his own body. Then, his eyes had traveled on her ass, which he was able to get a good view of, since her skirt had moved up, and she was wearing semi-exposing white underwear. When she got up, he was still staring at where she had been.

Vegeta couldn't completely deny the blood flowing to his lower region, and that frustration feeling he was getting again. Why was this occurring again? Vegeta sighed heavily, before growling. Again? Honestly why was he feeling that way around the woman lately? What in the world was wrong with him? And why in the world did his spandex short felt so damn tight? A lot tighter than usually.

Again, Vegeta growled. This was not happening.

-L-