Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Passion Unrestrained ❯ Frustration ( Chapter 6 )
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By: SolarityKi 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.12.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 623 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.12.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 623 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 6 – Frustration
Bulma gradually woke up, feeling a gentle breeze from the open window, and the dazzling sunlight peeking over the mountains caressing her face. She could feel Vegeta's arms wrapped tightly around her, and she sighed in contentment snuggling with him for a little bit. She then gently extracted herself from his embrace, and watched him as he slept peacefully. In sleep he looked so angelic, and she could feel the swelling of love for him, deep down inside her heart. She watched him in amazement for about ten minutes, and then decided to do something special for him. She wasn't sure if he would like it, but she wanted to do it none the less. Creeping silently around the room, she found a pair of his boxers, and a black work out shirt to put on.
She then silently tip-toed out of the room, and headed straight for the kitchen. She wanted to make him the best meal he had ever had. She thought back over the months that she had seen him eat, and decided what foods were really his favorites. ::The ones he complained about the least:: She thought to herself. She remembered how much he had enjoyed the sushi she made one night, and even though it wasn't supper time she decided, he might like it when he woke up.
She diligently started making every possible piece of sushi that she could, she made nigiri sushi and placed it artfully on a plate, and then made several different types of rolls: including salmon, tuna, and shrimp tempura. After making at least seven different overflowing plates of sushi, she also decided to make him a huge pot of fried rice and noodles. She added them to the already bulging portions of food that she had on the table. Smiling and humming to herself, she decided that she really, really wanted to go all out, so she continued to cook and made him a huge batch of miso soup, that she knew he would love. Noticing she was running low on wasabi, and soy sauce she quickly ran to the store and stocked up on what were several bottles and tubes of each. As she was putting the finishing touches on her gigantic masterpiece of all things sushi, she heard the doorbell ring.
Curious as to who could possibly be calling this early in the morning, she went to answer it, only to find Yamcha standing outside, looking completely embarrassed, with two dozen red roses in his hands. Shaking, Bulma remembered every single thing that had happened a few nights before, and it froze her in place. She had been so wound up in Vegeta, that she had completely forgotten about Yamcha, until the bastard showed up at her door. She felt a sudden surge of emotions rise up in her. Anger, rage, and irrational distress were just a few of them.
A day after Bulma and Yamcha's Beak up
Yamcha watched Marron as she slept, thinking that he could never love anyone as much as he loved her. He still felt guilty about what he had done to Bulma, but he felt that it had been the best thing to do. Gently waking Marron up, he gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, and got dressed for the day. As she watched him, he couldn't help but smile, and he knew that he needed to ask her to marry him right then, no more stalling. “Marron”, he said seriously, as he bent down on one knee, “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Marron had looked strangely at him, trying to control her emotions, but not being able to, and burst out laughing. “No”, was all she could say through fits of laughter. As Yamcha heard this, he became increasingly angry. “What do you mean “No”” He practically yelled at her. “Well Yamcha, I'm just not in love with you. I wanted to see how far this relationship could go before I decided to tell you that I've met a man named Theo, and I'm in love with him. I was going to end this relationship a long time ago, but I decided to play with you.” She managed to get out between huge gales of laughter. “Of course you're great in bed, but that's about all you are for me, just a good time.”, he heard Marron say.
In complete disbelief, Yamcha left, hoping that it wasn't to late to patch things up with Bulma. He figured he could say he had a momentary lapse of sanity, and the she would forgive him. He realized that letting her go was the biggest mistake in his entire life, and he couldn't believe what he had done to her. Hoping for forgiveness, he spent an entire day getting ready to see her again. He decided that he would go see her the next day, and try to apologize.
Present Day
Now here he was, standing at her door, willing to do anything it took for her to forgive him. She had a look of shock on her face, and he could smell delicious smells coming from the kitchen. He hoped she would invite him in, maybe even accept the proposal that he had worked on all of yesterday.
Bulma, in a state of shock, automatically invited Yamcha in. ::What in the hell is he doing here:: she thought to herself. ::How dare he come in here acting like he has done nothing wrong. I hope Vegeta gets up soon. Lets see his reaction to me being with someone else already.:: she thought more savagely. Not wanting him near anything in the kitchen, she guided him to the living room, and sat down. “What do you want Yamcha”, she said with steel in her voice. Gulping Yamcha began his apology, not feeling an intense flare of enormous Ki coming his way. “Bulma I'm really sorry about what I did, and I want to make it up to you.”, he said. Bulma just looked at him in shock, waves of distress and anger going through her body.
Vegeta had felt her waves of distress and anger through their newly formed bond, and it had woken him up. He could feel the ki of that pathetic human Yamcha in the house, close to HIS WOMAN.
As Bulma watched him in utter disbelief, Yamcha got down on one knee. “Bulma, I know I've been stupid, but I have finally come to my senses. Marron wasn't the right woman for me and never would have been. Can you forgive me? Will you please marry me?”, he asked softly, hoping that she would say yes. Bulma however had started to feel the rage building up in her body along with a force of power that wasn't her own approaching at a deadly speed. Dangerously soft she said, “Yamcha, I think you should...”, but before she was finished Vegeta was standing next to Yamcha.
Vegeta's face was full of anger, and loathing, as he looked down at Yamcha. Vegeta had become so angry with what he had heard out of Yamcha's vile mouth, that he completely powered up. ::How dare he even think of coming anywhere near my mate. She is MINE!.:: He roared internally. ::It's time he learned a valuable lesson about messing with a Saiyan's mate:: Smirking, he decided that he was ready to teach that lesson to Yamcha.
Picking Yamcha up by the throat, he brought him outside, and tossed him on the ground. “Well boy, it's about time you learned some manners.”, he growled ferociously. “What would you know about manners monkey boy”, Yamcha sneered back cockily, powering himself up. “You are to never go anywhere around MY woman again.” Vegeta managed to spit out. “You're woman?” Yamcha said in disbelief. “Since when has she been YOUR woman.” The last time I checked, she was nearly in heat for anything I could give her. ::I will rip him limb from limb:: Vegeta though savagely. In a voice of cold fury Vegeta repeated himself, “ You will NEVER go ANYWHERE, near MY mate again.”
Yamcha spat on the ground at Vegeta's feet, and got into a fighting stance, “Why don't you make me you filthy monkey”, he said. Vegeta grabbed a hold of Yamcha and slammed him into the ground faster than the eye could see. As Yamcha attempted to get up, Vegeta kicked him viciously in the ribs, sending him flying into the closest wall. Yamcha tried to fight back, but only managed to land a handful of pitiful punches to Vegeta, before Vegeta grabbed him by the face and tossed him up into the air. As Yamcha flew into the air he tried to do his Wolf Fang Fist move, but couldn't get it out before Vegeta appeared behind him and slammed him in the back of the head, making him speed back to the ground, breaking several ribs and an arm when he landed face first on the ground. Vegeta landed next to him, and rolled his body over by kicking him hard in his already broken ribs. Vegeta carried Yamcha by the neck, through the house, and to his car, throwing him inside. Yamcha was so weak by now he could hardly sit up. ::I better not kill him, Bulma would be furious:: Vegeta thought to himself as he looked at the pathetic man in the car. There was blood seeping through the cuts on his mouth, where Vegeta had repeatedly punched him, and a new scar on his chest where Vegeta had hit him with a powerful ki attack.
Vegeta, poked his head through the opening of the door and said, “Never come here again, unless you want a repeat of what happened today you piece of shit.” “You will never speak, touch, or in any way think of Bulma again, unless you have my expressed permission.” “Next time, I will not hesitate to kill you.” With that said, Vegeta slammed the door to the car closed, and broke the side mirror in the process.
Satisfied as he heard Yamcha drive away, Vegeta walked back into the house, only to see a stunned Bulma who had apparently been watching and listening to everything. When he entered the house, Bulma reached out to him, hugging him harder than he felt was necessary, and kissed his face all over. “Get off me woman”, he growled, as menacingly as he could but she didn't budge, in fact she started crying all over him. “WOMAN, I SAID GET OFF OF ME”, he shouted, shocking her enough that she let go and stopped crying. He was disgusted with the display of affection. Anyone could have seen them, and he couldn't let that type of thing happen again.
Sheepishly Bulma looked up at him, losing herself in his dark impenetrable eyes. “Vegeta”, she said, “I made a special breakfast for you.”
For the first time since he had woken up, he smelled glorious, delectable, delicious, smells wafting from the kitchen. Confused, he looked around, only to see Bulma slightly blushing. Grunting at her, he walked into the kitchen, impressed by what he saw before him, and sat down in a chair. “Don't think you can win me over with food”, he spat out at her, trying to seem unimpressed. He saw her face fall, but he knew that it would have to be this way. He could not allow her to think him soft, even though he only had eyes for her, and couldn't get her out of his head, or dreams for that matter. “What is this disgusting display of food you have here Woman? It smells awful. Are you expecting me to eat this slop?”, he said arrogantly.
Bulma, had just about had enough of his attitude, she had only been trying to do something special for him. “Well PRINCE Of ALL ASSHOLES, it was breakfast for you.”, she yelled at him, “but if you don't want it I'll just throw it all away!”, she screamed, as she started taking the dishes off of the table.
Quickly Vegeta stopped her, “I didn't say I didn't want it woman. Your cooking is disgusting, but I'm hungry enough to eat it anyway”. He shoved her away from the table, and she slammed into the stove, nearly falling over. He started to eat, ignoring her, hoping she would go away. As he ate, he realized, how good the food was, and had to stop himself from eating like that idiot Kakarott. Everything she had made was delicious, it melted in his mouth, as he ate plate after plate of her mouthwatering food. He had to contain himself so he wouldn't slurp up the soup, or get rice all over himself. He was after all The Price of All Saiyans, and he happened to have table manners, unlike some people.
After eating every single piece of food she had made, he purposely ignored her, because she was still standing there gawking at him, and walked out of the room straight to the GR to train. He didn't even say thank you, he just left. He didn't want her to get any more funny ideas about how he felt about her, because he didn't know himself, or at least that's what he kept having to repeat to himself over and over again..
Completely full, he started to train vigorously in the GR, trying to forget the defeated look on her face after he had walked off without so much as a thank you. After all she was his woman and he expected her to make him breakfast. She didn't know it yet, but she was completely his to do with as he pleased, and currently he chose to ignore her. It would be to late before he realized that his assumption wasn't entirely true.
Back in the kitchen
Of all the things Bulma hated, being ignored was the worst. The ungrateful asshole hadn't even said thank you for the breakfast. Knowing him, he felt that it was expected, but she'd show him. He could cook for his own damn self from now on. Cursing inwardly she started to clean up the kitchen, and by the time she was done, she was fuming. :: How dare he treat me like this, acting as if I was his possession or slave. Throwing Yamcha out of MY house. I'll show him! You just wait:: She thought viciously, breaking the glass she was drinking out of in the process.
Determined to show him that two could play the game he was playing. She went out shopping, and by this time she had an idea in mind. First she went to her favorite spa to get dolled up, waxed, and just about any beauty treatment you could imagine. Then she went to the lingerie shop, buying a sexy, soft pink, neglige, that accented all of her soft curves, and was almost completely see through. She also bought a pair of lace crotchless panties that matched, and then marched out to buy a new dress. Looking for a dress was not hard at all. She found a royal blue dress, that had a long v-neck front, with one diamond studded band that held her breasts in place. The diamond band would allow someone to see the sexy inner curves of her swelling breasts that were shining enticingly out of the front of the dress. The dress tied up around her neck and hid the bite marks. It also gave a full view of her soft supple back. The swoop of the back of the dress stopped inches from the base of her ass, and the rest of the material hugged her waist, showcasing her firm ass, and thighs. She bought a pair of black high heels, and then left the store, dressed in her new outfit.
As she walked outside she heard someone wolf whistles at her, and she smiled smugly to herself. ::Lets just see him ignore me in this:: she thought to herself, as she drove home. She knew he was still in the GR when she got home, because she could feel his mind lightly in the back of hers. She looked herself over in the mirror carefully, and decided to wait for him to come to her. She knew he would be getting hungry soon, and not just for food.
She had ordered out, but she wasn't going to tell him that right away. As she sat in the kitchen she opened a bottle of water and started to drink out of it. She could feel him winding down after his training session. He was about to be headed her way. As she felt him power down, she stood up and walked over to the window in the kitchen. It faced her in a direction so that when he came into the kitchen she would have her back turned to him.
Vegeta was exhausted. No matter how hard he trained he couldn't get the though of that pathetic, infuriating woman out of his head. He could feel her, all of her, almost every single emotion, and right now for some reason she was irrationally pleased with herself. He decided he would take her down a notch as soon as he saw her. He could feel her in the kitchen, so after he took a shower that was where he went.
When he entered the room, the first thing that caught his attention, was that there was no food on the table. “What could she have been doing in the kitchen if not cooking?”, he asked himself. Then he saw her. She was wearing a dress that left him speechless. It hugged every single curve of her body, and it was driving him insane. The blue was the same hue of her eyes when she was arguing with him, which he found very appealing. Why on earth would she be dressed up like that? “Woman, what are you doing wearing something like that, you look like a slut”, he said venomously. His face was frozen in a look of surprise, and anger.
Bulma smiled at him innocently (really smirking on the inside), “Oh, well I have a date, and I figured I'd get something new to wear to it.” She said. She watched as his face lit up. He looked like he was about to choke on something and then he suddenly blew up. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A DATE?!” he yelled. Giggling at his outrage, she calmly, and seductively said, “It means, that I have a very special, romantic date with someone.”
As soon as she said that the doorbell rang. Vegeta leap up to go get it, determined to kill whoever was on the other side, assuming it was her date coming to pick her up.
As she saw him rush out of the room, she started laughing to herself. ::Serves him right for being such an asshole after I went through all of the trouble of making him such a wonderful breakfast:: she thought. She then started laughing to herself even more as she heard him answer the door.
Bulma gradually woke up, feeling a gentle breeze from the open window, and the dazzling sunlight peeking over the mountains caressing her face. She could feel Vegeta's arms wrapped tightly around her, and she sighed in contentment snuggling with him for a little bit. She then gently extracted herself from his embrace, and watched him as he slept peacefully. In sleep he looked so angelic, and she could feel the swelling of love for him, deep down inside her heart. She watched him in amazement for about ten minutes, and then decided to do something special for him. She wasn't sure if he would like it, but she wanted to do it none the less. Creeping silently around the room, she found a pair of his boxers, and a black work out shirt to put on.
She then silently tip-toed out of the room, and headed straight for the kitchen. She wanted to make him the best meal he had ever had. She thought back over the months that she had seen him eat, and decided what foods were really his favorites. ::The ones he complained about the least:: She thought to herself. She remembered how much he had enjoyed the sushi she made one night, and even though it wasn't supper time she decided, he might like it when he woke up.
She diligently started making every possible piece of sushi that she could, she made nigiri sushi and placed it artfully on a plate, and then made several different types of rolls: including salmon, tuna, and shrimp tempura. After making at least seven different overflowing plates of sushi, she also decided to make him a huge pot of fried rice and noodles. She added them to the already bulging portions of food that she had on the table. Smiling and humming to herself, she decided that she really, really wanted to go all out, so she continued to cook and made him a huge batch of miso soup, that she knew he would love. Noticing she was running low on wasabi, and soy sauce she quickly ran to the store and stocked up on what were several bottles and tubes of each. As she was putting the finishing touches on her gigantic masterpiece of all things sushi, she heard the doorbell ring.
Curious as to who could possibly be calling this early in the morning, she went to answer it, only to find Yamcha standing outside, looking completely embarrassed, with two dozen red roses in his hands. Shaking, Bulma remembered every single thing that had happened a few nights before, and it froze her in place. She had been so wound up in Vegeta, that she had completely forgotten about Yamcha, until the bastard showed up at her door. She felt a sudden surge of emotions rise up in her. Anger, rage, and irrational distress were just a few of them.
A day after Bulma and Yamcha's Beak up
Yamcha watched Marron as she slept, thinking that he could never love anyone as much as he loved her. He still felt guilty about what he had done to Bulma, but he felt that it had been the best thing to do. Gently waking Marron up, he gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, and got dressed for the day. As she watched him, he couldn't help but smile, and he knew that he needed to ask her to marry him right then, no more stalling. “Marron”, he said seriously, as he bent down on one knee, “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Marron had looked strangely at him, trying to control her emotions, but not being able to, and burst out laughing. “No”, was all she could say through fits of laughter. As Yamcha heard this, he became increasingly angry. “What do you mean “No”” He practically yelled at her. “Well Yamcha, I'm just not in love with you. I wanted to see how far this relationship could go before I decided to tell you that I've met a man named Theo, and I'm in love with him. I was going to end this relationship a long time ago, but I decided to play with you.” She managed to get out between huge gales of laughter. “Of course you're great in bed, but that's about all you are for me, just a good time.”, he heard Marron say.
In complete disbelief, Yamcha left, hoping that it wasn't to late to patch things up with Bulma. He figured he could say he had a momentary lapse of sanity, and the she would forgive him. He realized that letting her go was the biggest mistake in his entire life, and he couldn't believe what he had done to her. Hoping for forgiveness, he spent an entire day getting ready to see her again. He decided that he would go see her the next day, and try to apologize.
Present Day
Now here he was, standing at her door, willing to do anything it took for her to forgive him. She had a look of shock on her face, and he could smell delicious smells coming from the kitchen. He hoped she would invite him in, maybe even accept the proposal that he had worked on all of yesterday.
Bulma, in a state of shock, automatically invited Yamcha in. ::What in the hell is he doing here:: she thought to herself. ::How dare he come in here acting like he has done nothing wrong. I hope Vegeta gets up soon. Lets see his reaction to me being with someone else already.:: she thought more savagely. Not wanting him near anything in the kitchen, she guided him to the living room, and sat down. “What do you want Yamcha”, she said with steel in her voice. Gulping Yamcha began his apology, not feeling an intense flare of enormous Ki coming his way. “Bulma I'm really sorry about what I did, and I want to make it up to you.”, he said. Bulma just looked at him in shock, waves of distress and anger going through her body.
Vegeta had felt her waves of distress and anger through their newly formed bond, and it had woken him up. He could feel the ki of that pathetic human Yamcha in the house, close to HIS WOMAN.
As Bulma watched him in utter disbelief, Yamcha got down on one knee. “Bulma, I know I've been stupid, but I have finally come to my senses. Marron wasn't the right woman for me and never would have been. Can you forgive me? Will you please marry me?”, he asked softly, hoping that she would say yes. Bulma however had started to feel the rage building up in her body along with a force of power that wasn't her own approaching at a deadly speed. Dangerously soft she said, “Yamcha, I think you should...”, but before she was finished Vegeta was standing next to Yamcha.
Vegeta's face was full of anger, and loathing, as he looked down at Yamcha. Vegeta had become so angry with what he had heard out of Yamcha's vile mouth, that he completely powered up. ::How dare he even think of coming anywhere near my mate. She is MINE!.:: He roared internally. ::It's time he learned a valuable lesson about messing with a Saiyan's mate:: Smirking, he decided that he was ready to teach that lesson to Yamcha.
Picking Yamcha up by the throat, he brought him outside, and tossed him on the ground. “Well boy, it's about time you learned some manners.”, he growled ferociously. “What would you know about manners monkey boy”, Yamcha sneered back cockily, powering himself up. “You are to never go anywhere around MY woman again.” Vegeta managed to spit out. “You're woman?” Yamcha said in disbelief. “Since when has she been YOUR woman.” The last time I checked, she was nearly in heat for anything I could give her. ::I will rip him limb from limb:: Vegeta though savagely. In a voice of cold fury Vegeta repeated himself, “ You will NEVER go ANYWHERE, near MY mate again.”
Yamcha spat on the ground at Vegeta's feet, and got into a fighting stance, “Why don't you make me you filthy monkey”, he said. Vegeta grabbed a hold of Yamcha and slammed him into the ground faster than the eye could see. As Yamcha attempted to get up, Vegeta kicked him viciously in the ribs, sending him flying into the closest wall. Yamcha tried to fight back, but only managed to land a handful of pitiful punches to Vegeta, before Vegeta grabbed him by the face and tossed him up into the air. As Yamcha flew into the air he tried to do his Wolf Fang Fist move, but couldn't get it out before Vegeta appeared behind him and slammed him in the back of the head, making him speed back to the ground, breaking several ribs and an arm when he landed face first on the ground. Vegeta landed next to him, and rolled his body over by kicking him hard in his already broken ribs. Vegeta carried Yamcha by the neck, through the house, and to his car, throwing him inside. Yamcha was so weak by now he could hardly sit up. ::I better not kill him, Bulma would be furious:: Vegeta thought to himself as he looked at the pathetic man in the car. There was blood seeping through the cuts on his mouth, where Vegeta had repeatedly punched him, and a new scar on his chest where Vegeta had hit him with a powerful ki attack.
Vegeta, poked his head through the opening of the door and said, “Never come here again, unless you want a repeat of what happened today you piece of shit.” “You will never speak, touch, or in any way think of Bulma again, unless you have my expressed permission.” “Next time, I will not hesitate to kill you.” With that said, Vegeta slammed the door to the car closed, and broke the side mirror in the process.
Satisfied as he heard Yamcha drive away, Vegeta walked back into the house, only to see a stunned Bulma who had apparently been watching and listening to everything. When he entered the house, Bulma reached out to him, hugging him harder than he felt was necessary, and kissed his face all over. “Get off me woman”, he growled, as menacingly as he could but she didn't budge, in fact she started crying all over him. “WOMAN, I SAID GET OFF OF ME”, he shouted, shocking her enough that she let go and stopped crying. He was disgusted with the display of affection. Anyone could have seen them, and he couldn't let that type of thing happen again.
Sheepishly Bulma looked up at him, losing herself in his dark impenetrable eyes. “Vegeta”, she said, “I made a special breakfast for you.”
For the first time since he had woken up, he smelled glorious, delectable, delicious, smells wafting from the kitchen. Confused, he looked around, only to see Bulma slightly blushing. Grunting at her, he walked into the kitchen, impressed by what he saw before him, and sat down in a chair. “Don't think you can win me over with food”, he spat out at her, trying to seem unimpressed. He saw her face fall, but he knew that it would have to be this way. He could not allow her to think him soft, even though he only had eyes for her, and couldn't get her out of his head, or dreams for that matter. “What is this disgusting display of food you have here Woman? It smells awful. Are you expecting me to eat this slop?”, he said arrogantly.
Bulma, had just about had enough of his attitude, she had only been trying to do something special for him. “Well PRINCE Of ALL ASSHOLES, it was breakfast for you.”, she yelled at him, “but if you don't want it I'll just throw it all away!”, she screamed, as she started taking the dishes off of the table.
Quickly Vegeta stopped her, “I didn't say I didn't want it woman. Your cooking is disgusting, but I'm hungry enough to eat it anyway”. He shoved her away from the table, and she slammed into the stove, nearly falling over. He started to eat, ignoring her, hoping she would go away. As he ate, he realized, how good the food was, and had to stop himself from eating like that idiot Kakarott. Everything she had made was delicious, it melted in his mouth, as he ate plate after plate of her mouthwatering food. He had to contain himself so he wouldn't slurp up the soup, or get rice all over himself. He was after all The Price of All Saiyans, and he happened to have table manners, unlike some people.
After eating every single piece of food she had made, he purposely ignored her, because she was still standing there gawking at him, and walked out of the room straight to the GR to train. He didn't even say thank you, he just left. He didn't want her to get any more funny ideas about how he felt about her, because he didn't know himself, or at least that's what he kept having to repeat to himself over and over again..
Completely full, he started to train vigorously in the GR, trying to forget the defeated look on her face after he had walked off without so much as a thank you. After all she was his woman and he expected her to make him breakfast. She didn't know it yet, but she was completely his to do with as he pleased, and currently he chose to ignore her. It would be to late before he realized that his assumption wasn't entirely true.
Back in the kitchen
Of all the things Bulma hated, being ignored was the worst. The ungrateful asshole hadn't even said thank you for the breakfast. Knowing him, he felt that it was expected, but she'd show him. He could cook for his own damn self from now on. Cursing inwardly she started to clean up the kitchen, and by the time she was done, she was fuming. :: How dare he treat me like this, acting as if I was his possession or slave. Throwing Yamcha out of MY house. I'll show him! You just wait:: She thought viciously, breaking the glass she was drinking out of in the process.
Determined to show him that two could play the game he was playing. She went out shopping, and by this time she had an idea in mind. First she went to her favorite spa to get dolled up, waxed, and just about any beauty treatment you could imagine. Then she went to the lingerie shop, buying a sexy, soft pink, neglige, that accented all of her soft curves, and was almost completely see through. She also bought a pair of lace crotchless panties that matched, and then marched out to buy a new dress. Looking for a dress was not hard at all. She found a royal blue dress, that had a long v-neck front, with one diamond studded band that held her breasts in place. The diamond band would allow someone to see the sexy inner curves of her swelling breasts that were shining enticingly out of the front of the dress. The dress tied up around her neck and hid the bite marks. It also gave a full view of her soft supple back. The swoop of the back of the dress stopped inches from the base of her ass, and the rest of the material hugged her waist, showcasing her firm ass, and thighs. She bought a pair of black high heels, and then left the store, dressed in her new outfit.
As she walked outside she heard someone wolf whistles at her, and she smiled smugly to herself. ::Lets just see him ignore me in this:: she thought to herself, as she drove home. She knew he was still in the GR when she got home, because she could feel his mind lightly in the back of hers. She looked herself over in the mirror carefully, and decided to wait for him to come to her. She knew he would be getting hungry soon, and not just for food.
She had ordered out, but she wasn't going to tell him that right away. As she sat in the kitchen she opened a bottle of water and started to drink out of it. She could feel him winding down after his training session. He was about to be headed her way. As she felt him power down, she stood up and walked over to the window in the kitchen. It faced her in a direction so that when he came into the kitchen she would have her back turned to him.
Vegeta was exhausted. No matter how hard he trained he couldn't get the though of that pathetic, infuriating woman out of his head. He could feel her, all of her, almost every single emotion, and right now for some reason she was irrationally pleased with herself. He decided he would take her down a notch as soon as he saw her. He could feel her in the kitchen, so after he took a shower that was where he went.
When he entered the room, the first thing that caught his attention, was that there was no food on the table. “What could she have been doing in the kitchen if not cooking?”, he asked himself. Then he saw her. She was wearing a dress that left him speechless. It hugged every single curve of her body, and it was driving him insane. The blue was the same hue of her eyes when she was arguing with him, which he found very appealing. Why on earth would she be dressed up like that? “Woman, what are you doing wearing something like that, you look like a slut”, he said venomously. His face was frozen in a look of surprise, and anger.
Bulma smiled at him innocently (really smirking on the inside), “Oh, well I have a date, and I figured I'd get something new to wear to it.” She said. She watched as his face lit up. He looked like he was about to choke on something and then he suddenly blew up. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A DATE?!” he yelled. Giggling at his outrage, she calmly, and seductively said, “It means, that I have a very special, romantic date with someone.”
As soon as she said that the doorbell rang. Vegeta leap up to go get it, determined to kill whoever was on the other side, assuming it was her date coming to pick her up.
As she saw him rush out of the room, she started laughing to herself. ::Serves him right for being such an asshole after I went through all of the trouble of making him such a wonderful breakfast:: she thought. She then started laughing to herself even more as she heard him answer the door.