Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ Revelations ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4 - Revelations

Vegeta turned off the gravity in the training room that the wench had built him. He started to stretch out his muscles and cool down. The woman was insane, to think that he had started to respect her for standing up to him. He snorted. Now all she did was cry and run away. Either that, or she would be so absorbed in her own thoughts to even notice his presence.. He actually missed the perverse pleasure he got from taunting her.

He was almost back to his room when he ran into Bulma. She looked rather skittish when she saw him and started to change direction so as to avoid him. He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her and she almost jumped out of her skin.

"Woman."

"Yes? Is there something wrong with the gravity chamber?"

"No." He smirked.

"If there's no problem, I'll be off."

He racked his brains, trying to think of a way to try and find out what was wrong with her that wouldn't make him look like he cared. He didn't care.

"Woman, all this crying makes you look ugly."

"Well, I just don't give a fuck. Yamcha and I broke up, so I'm allowed to cry all I want."

"You're crying over that imbecile? You're even stupider than I first thought." He was trying to goad her into a fight.

"Look, Vegeta. It's none of you're fucking business. Would you just leave me and my injured pride t ourselves?"

"At least you're not crying." He grumbled, half to himself.

"What?! I have every right to cry, you arsehole!"

Vegeta smirked in spite of himself. Bulma was back.

"Fine, just make sure I don't see your face when you cry again. Hide it under a paper bag or something. It makes me sick."

"Big fucking deal. Do you really think I care?"

"Obviously not, or you wouldn't be wearing what you are."

For the first time since she and Yamcha had broken up did Bulma seem to take note of what she was wearing - her labcoat and tracksuit bottoms.

"Since when did you take note of what I was wearing? Or whether or not I'm ugly when I'm crying? As a matter of fact you only said I was ugly when I'm crying, not uglier, as I would've expected."

She paused and Vegeta's smirk turned an angry frown, but she didn't give him a chance to speak. She moved closer to him and hissed,

"You find me attractive, don't you, Vegeta?"

Vegeta faltered for a millisecond, then growled back,

"I'm allowed to browse the merchandise, am I not?"

Vegeta decided to make a quick exit.

"MERCHANDISE?!" Bulma's screech could be heard from inside his apartment. He knew she wouldn't follow him, she would be just as shocked at what he had let slip, as he was at letting it slip.