Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ A truce? ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5 - A truce?

Bulma waited for the water to heat up and stepped into the shower. She let the steaming water cascade over her and her muscles slowly relaxed. She hadn't realised just how tense she was. She was dwelling on her earlier conversation with Vegeta. He was such an arse. He had called her merchandise. Where the hell did he get the right? But, at least she wasn't the only one who felt some sort of attraction. She seemed to have a thing for pricks. Anyways, he would never know. Unless he already did. He was sneaky, that saiyan. He had also had ample opportunity to eavesdrop, her mother did like to point out the attraction of Vegeta. Ah well. It's not like either of them would do anything about it. She sighed and stepped out of the shower. It was almost a pity that the both of them were so stubborn and proud. After all, he was incredibly sexy.

Bulma wrapped herself in a towel and wiped the mist off the mirror. She stared at her reflection. She looked somewhat flushed, probably from the hot water. She ran the cold tap and splashed her face.

She left the bathroom and put on pyjama bottoms and a singlet. She paced for a bit. It was obvious to her that sleep wasnt going to come easy tonight. 'Well,' she thought to herself 'that can be cured. I'll go downstairs and watch a movie.' There was sure to be something mindless on. She grabbed a blanket and headed down to the living room, and the big TV.

She sat on the couch, felt around down the sides, pulled out the remote and flicked on the TV. She channel surfed for a couple of minutes and finally settled on a 'romantic comedy'. Not normally her thing, but she did want something mindless. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and got comfortable.

About half an hour into the movie she heard the fridge door opening and closing in the kitchen. She felt a presense in the room. She looked around and saw Vegeta standing in the doorway, holding a plate of leftovers. Bulma groaned inwardly and mentally prepared herself for the approaching verbal sparring match.

"What is this?" Vegeta gestured at the TV.

"It's a television. It..."

"I know what it is." He cut her off. "I was wondering why you were watching such drivel."

"I agree. It's crap. I don't need to justify myself to you though." Bulma was somewhat confused by the direction the conversation had taken.

"What do you want, Vegeta?"

He scowled and opened his mouth. But it was Bulmas turn to cut him off.

"Look, I really don't feel like fighting, could we call a truce until the end of this movie?"

Vegeta grunted and sat down at the opposite end of the couch, refusing to make eye contact with her. He ate his meal and they watched the TV in silence.

They were halfway through the second movie when Bulma started snoring. Vegeta watched her for a couple of minutes, snorted and left the room.