Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ And so it starts... ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter 1- And so it starts

Vegeta scowled.

"This is it?" he snarled.

"What?! It?! This is my home, its really quite extravagant by Earth standards. Besides, you don't have to stay here." Bulma's temper flared, and her face flushed.

"Hmpf." Vegeta just glared. Not quite at her, but over her shoulder. He turned away.

"It will suffice."

Bulma counted backwards from 10. She took a deep breath and sighed. Why the hell am i doing this? She asked herself. Am i really that polite that i felt i had to invite Vegeta as well as the Nemekians? Oh well, I've already asked him now, I can't take it back. She took another breath and her temper slowly subsided, and the flush slowly faded from her face.

Vegeta glanced at her quickly. The woman had looked like she was about to explode a second ago, in fact she had gone a bright pink colour. A dozen insults sprang to mind, and yet he used none.

Bulma turned from him and walked up the path, a resigned look on her face. She reached the front door and opened it. She paused, thinking about her parents. How the hell was she going to explain this to them?

Vegeta snorted and pushed past her.

"Hold up! What do you think you're doing?" She moved past him, purposely bumping into him, with enough force to have shown anyone else her displeasure. Vegeta seemed not to notice.

"I'm entering, Woman."

"Where are your manners?"

"Fine, after you." He blocked her path and smirked. Bulma squeezed between him and the wall. This time he noticed her presence, although Bulma did not. He eyed the curve of her neck then checked himself before his eyes could go any further. Why the hell am i looking at her? Shes nothing but an unattractive Earth woman with a spare room.

Bulma marched down the hallway and up the stairs.

"Follow me... My prince." She spat.

Vegeta turned and did as he was told, still slightly put out by his earlier thoughts. This time he made a conscious effort not to watch her as she moved ahead of him.

She lead him down a series of hallways and stopped in front of some double doors. She opened them and stepped inside.

"Bed... Bathroom." She pointed. "We'll get you some more clothes tomorrow, but for now I'll have to go get you a robe."

Vegeta said nothing, so Bulma left. He walked around the apartment. It was smaller than he was accustomed to as a saiyan prince. But he'd most certainly had worse, the ships that he had traveled on weren't all that spacious. He opened a curtain and saw a balcony. He fumbled with the lock, but couldn't figure it out. Vegeta felt frustrated. He drew back his hand and started to gather Ki in order to blast it.

Bulma walked in and glared disapprovingly at him. The Ki ball disappeared from his hand.

She was silent as she walked over and opened the lock for him. She then moved past him and placed some towels on the bed. Vegeta played with the lock a couple of times then turned and looked at her. She looked disdainfully back at him and handed him the robe . Finally she spoke-

"You may want to put this on now, so I can wash what you're wearing. You smell."

"Insolent woman. Do you really think I care if my odour bothers you?"

She could feel her cheeks flushing again, but she feigned detachment.

"Would you just do it?"

He glared at her but took off his shirt. Bulma turned away, but not before catching a glimpse of his chest. She flushed a little more, glad that he could not see her face. She silently berated herself. 'Bulma, you idiot, think about Yamcha... You love him. You cant be checking out saiyan princes, even if they are rather hot.'

He put on the robe and handed her his clothes. She held them out in front of her, with her thumb and finger and stalked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Vegeta watched her leave and sat on the bed. He wondered why he had held his tongue. He was, after all, a saiyan prince, and he held his tongue for no wench. He promptly dismissed all thoughts of her and lay back on the bed. His mind turned to his destroyed home world and eventually fell into a restless sleep.