Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Neighborhood Romances ❯ Had A Good Time But Not A Good Time To Go! (Part 1) ( Chapter 11 )

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Had a Good Time, But Not A Good Time To Go! (Part 1)

"This is my room. Woo hoo," Vegeta said dully, pretending to wave a little flag in the air, shutting his door roughly and leaning back on the door, his hands in his pockets. Bulma stood in the middle of the room, looking around.

"It's a nice room, Vegeta," Bulma noticed it was even cleaner than the last time she had seen it. It was very neat, everything in order.

"Your mom does a really good job with cleaning up."

Vegeta glared. "She didn't clean it up."

Bulma turned to him with a tilted head.

"She didn't? Then who did?"

"Me," he rolled his eyes, walking past her.

'Damn!' she thought. "Oh, sorry," she begin to scratch her head, but soon realized what she was doing and quickly put her hand down. 'I have to stop hanging around Goku!', she thought.

Vegeta pulled the chair of his desk out and positioned it to face the end of his bed, where he then sat. Bulma stood there, still looking around, not really knowing what to do or say, unaware that Vegeta had made a seat for her.

"Do you like standing up?"

"What? Oh," she noticed the chair he pulled out for her, quickly walking to it and sitting down.

"Thank you,"

He grunted, looking at the floor, "So what do you want anyway?"

Bulma crossed her arms, non-appreciative of his comment.

"I've told you before I came to see you. You could at least act like you enjoy my company." Vegeta felt the urge to comment back rudely nag him but he refused, taking in a deep, but quiet breath.

"Fine," his eye twitched, body acting negatively towards his remotely nice response.

"Now," she sighed, slipping off the strap of her purse from her arm and setting the purse down under the chair, "What do you want to do, Vegeta? I'm all yours."

"Woo hoo," he spilt sarcasm, once again, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, come on Vegeta, stop acting like someone's foot is up your ass!" she stood up, eyeing him down with hands on hips. Vegeta glared back at her.

"Now come on, I came to see you! Let's do something!"

"And just what do you suggest we do?" Vegeta mumbled, a completely bored look stretched across his face.

"Well, hmm…" Bulma rose her head in thought, "Talking never hurt anybody. Tell me about yourself!" she plopped down in the seat.

"Fine," Vegeta settled, "But first I want to know something. Explain that drink."

Bulma thought for a second before what drink he was talking about came to her. "Oh, that drink," she chuckled, "Well my decided she would try to experiment herself when I was five. My father wasn't there, unfortunately," she rolled her eyes, "Well anyway, she just threw anything she could think of in it, blended it, then tasted it. She liked it, it didn't kill her, so she gave it to me. For some reason, I loved it. She said it's all I drunk for a week." Bulma leaned back in the chair, becoming more comfortable.

"I guess I've always had strange taste."

"Like your taste for friends, for example," Vegeta's mind wondered to the 'idiots' he was forced to live by.

"I wouldn't go making fun of my friends. You're on of them," she winked, taking in the pleasure of a good come-back.

"I don't believe I ever said you were my friend. I don't have friends," he said in his matter-of-fact tone.

"Whatever Vegeta, now tell me about yourself." She place her elbow on her thigh and rested her chin on her palm.

"A specific question might help." He looked as if he did not want to answer any questions but he was willing to answer whatever she asked. Vegeta did not like to back away.

"Okay. Hmm…well, what was your planet like?"

"Hell," he said bluntly, "War never ended. Sleep was not something you got 8 hours a night like you humans. You always had to be ready to fight, even in sleep. We had some peaceful times, but for the most part, it was all war. The saiyans are a very hated race in the universe, so people attacked our planet daily."

"Then why do you hate this planet so much?" she challenged.

"Because I'm used to war everyday. It's too damn quiet here. In a sense, that is. You humans are the noisiest creatures in the universe," he retorted.

"Anyway, you moneky," she scoffed, "next question. Why aren't you a virgin?"

"What?" Vegeta held back laughter.

"You never told me why you're not a virgin! And I wanna know!"

"Is that all you've been thinking about, human?" he tsked, shaking his head.

"No!…I just want to know," she looked away for a moment, avoiding his amused looks.

"Well if it helps you sleep better at night, it's because of my going into heat."

"Wait a second!" she shot up from her chair, looking over him glaring daggers. "You said that wasn't the reason you weren't a virgin," she accused, pointing her finger at him, "You god-damned, banana eating liar!"

"Oh, I'm hurt," he taunted, "And I only said I didn't say that was the reason. You just assumed I meant that wasn't the reason. Now sit down, human, before I make you pay for insulting me," he threatened.

"Oooh, I'm shaking, monkey!"

"Oh my Kami," Jene covered her ears, hearing them insult each other back and forth. "She certainly won't have any problem keeping him under control."

"Okay, okay, I'm sitting down," Bulma sat down roughly back in the chair, taking a deep breath.

"Dumb bitch," Vegeta hmpfed, glaring at her.

"Damn monkey," she hmpfed back, "I think this Q & A is becoming a problem. Let's try again later. But for now," she jumped up and went over to his chess set, "Let's play this!"

"Are you crazy?" he sneered, "You think I'm going to let you break something too? Forget it!"

"Oh, chill out Vegeta!" she reached for the board.

"Fine! But we're playing on another board," he quickly got to her, pulling her towards the closet.

"Hey!"

Okay, that was part 1. In part 2, when Bulma's insane visit with Vegeta is about to end, something very unexpected happens. Maybe Vegeta shouldn't have let his guard down…Peaces Reeces!

~*Veggie-Trunks*~