Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2

Bulma looked both ways as she left her room. She didn't want to run into Vegeta. She could feel her heckles rising just thinking about him. How, after a couple of weeks, did he know how to press her buttons so well? After ensuring she was alone she sneaked down the hallway. Vegeta always had a way of showing up and irritating the crap out of her when she least expected it. It was almost like he was trying to piss her off. But, she thought to herself, why would he bother his princely self by purposely annoying a lowly human?

"He is such an idiot." She muttered. "Why the hell did I - ARG!!!"

Bulma was so lost in these thoughts that she had stepped over the edge of the stairs. Her legs went out from under her. She sat down hard and scooted down a couple of stairs.

"At least I didn't fall down all of them..."

She eased herself to a standing position and gingerly touched her tail bone.

"That's going to leave a bruise, at least no one was around to see it."

"Ahem."

Vegeta was poised at the top of the stairs, shirtless and smirking.

Bulma's face coloured for the nth time since she had met Vegeta, but for the first time it wasn't in anger.

"I... But... Well... You see..." She stammered.

"Go ahead." Vegeta smirked.

"What are you doing, anyways?" Bulma recovered a little of her confidence.

"I just came out to see what all the noise was."

"Well, I, uh... I had a slight accident..."

"So I gather. I also assumed there was someone else here. You seemed to be talking to someone before you screeched and almost burst my ear drums."

"Just talking to myself." Bulma mumbled. "Why the hell are you so interested anyway, Saiyan no Ouji?"

"I'm not." Vegeta turned on his heel and stalked off.

Bulma retrieved her slipper from where it had tumbled during her fall, and straightened her pajamas. She headed towards the kitchen and entered still rubbing her bruised rear end.

"Good morning, Bulma honey. How are we today?" Her mother turned around and saw Bulma rubbing herself. "OH MY! What happened, darling? I thought I heard some sort of racket."

"Please, Mom. Not so loud, ok? I just woke up."

"So, what happened?"

"I fell down the stairs, ok?"

Mrs. Briefs placed a pile of pancakes in front of Bulma.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Mmpf." Came Bulma's reply, through a mouthful of pancakes.

Vegeta stepped out of the shower. It wasn't his practice to shower before he started training, but when he headed back to his room after poking fun at Bulma he had to find some excuse for actually going back there. He wasn't about to let her know that he was checking to see if she was ok. Hell, he didn't know why he had gone. Thankfully she hadn't noticed. Admittedly though, she was more than a little flustered. It was really quite amusing. The wench was annoying as hell, but she was a piece of ass. 'Well.' He thought to himself 'That must be why I went to check on her. No one likes spoiled meat.'

He dressed himself quickly and headed to the kitchen. He could hear Mrs. Briefs chattering away. He paused before entering to steel himself and the conversation floated out to him. Mrs. Briefs was trying to organise Bulma's love life.

"So, Bulma honey, when are you next going to see Yamcha? I can cook you love birds a wonderful dinner if he comes here."

"Mother!" Bulma was sounding exasperated. "a) I do not, I repeat, DO NOT, need your help with Yamcha and b) I'm not completely sure whats going on with him, he's been somewhat distant of late..." She trailed off wondering what the hell she was doing telling any of this to her Mom.

"Bulma honey, you kids are great together, I'm sure you'll work things out"

"That's just it, a year ago I would have been feeling ignored, but now, it really doesn't bother me. I think we may be growing apart. Don't get me wrong, I love him dearly but... you know... I might just give him a call, or maybe I'll go surprise him... See how he's doing."

"That's a good idea, dear. But there's always that handsome Vegeta. If only I were 10 years younger..."

Vegeta, still listening outside the door, scowled.

"Mother! You know the only reason he puts up with you is that you can cook."

"You're changing the subject."

"What? That Vegeta's handsome? Ok, I'll give you that..."

Vegeta smirked.

"Though he is awfully short for a saiyan."

Vegeta's smirk turned back into a frown.

"Besides, Mom, he's as uninterested in me as I am him."

"Well dear, I think you two would make a lovely couple, he's so sexy." Mrs. Briefs sighed.

Bulma choked on her pancakes.

"I agree, Mother, but being sexy does not vindicate him from being a total arse."

Vegeta chose to walk in at this point. Bulma had her back to him, but Mrs. Briefs noticed him immediately.

"Why, good morning, Vegeta dear!"

"Bulma snorted into her glass of orange juice. Vegeta seated himself opposite her and dug into a giant pile of pancakes. Bulma wiped the juice off her face and watched Vegeta eat. After a minute or so he looked up and saw her looking.

"Yes?" He spat.

"You eat like a pig." Bulma snarled and walked out.

Vegeta went back to the pancakes, trying his best to ignore Mrs. Briefs' incessant chattering.