Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Senses ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Another new dress?

This one was bright yellow with a wide, white belt cinched around her narrow waist. The top was cut low, the bottom cut high. Both revealing her smooth, milky skin.

"Good morning, Vegeta," Bulma sang as she set the tray she carried on the desk beside his bed. She reached up and pulled the curtains open, bathing herself in the bright sunshine.

"Don't you ever wear the same clothes twice?" Vegeta grumbled. He knew he sounded like a grouch, but the frustration of completing such a simple task as sitting up was beginning to wear on his nerves.

"And here I didn't think you noticed what I wore," she replied with a teasing grin. "Do you like it?"

As Bulma turned in a circle, the last thing Vegeta noticed was what she wore. He noticed that her muscles were firm from staying active. He noticed the bold grace in which she moved. He noticed how well proportioned she was, from her long neck to her small feet. He noticed how the sunlight danced across her blue hair and sparkled in her eyes.

He also noticed how odd it was that he had never noticed it all before!

"What's to like?" Vegeta said, forcing his eyes away. "They're just clothes."

"The typical male answer would have been 'yes', no matter what they thought," Bulma laughed and picked up the tray once more. "But then again, you are not a typical male."

She leaned partly over him as she placed the tray across his lap. The soft smell of flowers tickled his nose. Without being conspicuous, he inhaled deeply before she pulled back.

It wasn't Hell Week, but neither did she smell like a Bitch in Heat. This scent was soft, yet bold. Light, yet sassy. Sweet, yet tangy. This scent was pure Bulma.

"A typical man," she continued as he ate, "would milk an injury for all it's worth. Enjoying the rest and relaxation while being waited on, hand and foot."

"Rest is for the weak," he said between mouthfuls.

"I know, I know," Bulma said. "Like I said, you're not typical. But, need I remind you what the doctor told you? Your body won't heal right if you don't take care of it."

"I know my body better than anyone!" Vegeta snapped, regretting the harsh tone when Bulma winced. He sighed. "What I wouldn't give for a rejuvenation tank or one of those Sensu beans."

"Yeah, well since we don't have either one, you'll just have to make do."

As she reached to retrieve the empty tray, Vegeta was, again, struck by how soft and white her arms and neck were. He wondered how she would look, darkened by his home planet's brutal sun.

He much preferred how she looked now.

"I know it's a waste of time trying to convince you to stay in bed," Bulma said. "But at least stay upstairs. Then when the doctor asks, I won't have to lie when I say I haven't seen you up and training."

She closed the door softly behind her. Without her musical voice or bright smile, the room suddenly seemed too quiet and dreary. Even the sunlight from the window dimmed as if it had only been there in the first place to shine on Bulma.