Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ Confessions of the Blue Haired Woman ( Chapter 11 )
Bulma is confused when Vegeta acts differently around her, and founds out why....
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.14.2007 | Updated On: 02.14.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 321 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or any of their characters, except for Faith, and the plot to this fic.
Chi-chi wrapped her arms carefully over the Saiyans chest, making small circles on his pecks lazily with her fingers. He was still asleep, due to the fact that he was snoring lightly, and drool was hanging of his chin, lips slightly parted. She chuckled to herself, wiping the drool with the back of her hand, and pressed her lips firmly over his eyebrow, smiling when she noticed him blinking back lazily.
"Chi-chi." he murmured, wrapping an arm around waist her lazily, bringing her closer to him. She giggled when his hand groped her backside. "Gods, you're sexy." he worshiped her.
"You're being awfully naughty this morning, Goku." she giggled, batting her eyelashes at him.
He bared his teeth, hissing, and nipped her earlobe. "I can't believe we did that three times last night." he whispered in her ear, hot breath fanning over her ear, and neck. She took his face in her hands, and reached up to him, so that she could kiss him in the lips. He kissed her back just as eagerly, hissing in delight when her tongue rimmed against his teeth.
"You're so addicting." she murmured against his lips, as she caressed the side of his cheek. He smirked a devilish smirk, something she hardly ever saw him do, and deepened the kiss. The kiss felt hot and wet, it felt so good, she wanted to melt against him.
"You are mine forever." he murmured, breaking the kiss.
She raised an eyebrow. "Are you only saying that so we could have sex?" she teased.
He chuckled. "Of coarse not, I truly meant it." he said, taking it seriously, when it was only meant for a joke. "Besides... I'm exhausted."
"After all the workout I gave you? I thought you would go for another round." she smirked, her hand traveling down under the covers, her fingers working his length, which was beginning to harden again. She smiled. She had complete control over his body, and she knew exactly how to set him off.
Goku grinned mischievously, his eyelids drooping heavily in lust when he moved over her, becoming one with her again. Chi-chi flexed in response, wrapping her legs around his waist, relishing their union once more, and running her fingers through his flyaway hair. He grunted as he thrust himself in and out, sweat droplets forming on his forehead.
"Son... Goku...." she moaned.
"Chi...chi..."
Much to their disappointment, the phone rang like hellfire beside them. At first they tried to ignore it, continuing with their lovemaking, but the horrible ringing just brought in rage, not pleasure.
Goku removed himself from her, and let Chi-chi answer the phone.
"Hello!" she answered harshly. Goku scratched the back of his neck as a nervous gesture when he saw a deadly aura surrounding her body.
"Hey... what are you doing at Son Goku's place?" Bulma was on the other line.
She blushed. "W-what?" she stammered.
"What are you doing at Son Goku's place?" Bulma asked again.
"I'm just... umm... making sure everything's going fine." she mentally scolded herself. Now she was screwed. What will she think of her, when she finds out she had been screwing with Goku.
"That's odd... at seven o'clock in the morning?"
"It was necessary." she blurted out.
"Hmm..."
"What 'hmm'?"
"Nothing, I'm just curious..."
"Seriously, it's not what you think!" she exclaimed, blushing.
"What are you talking about?"
She pulled the blanket over her chest, as it began to falter down to her knees. "I didn't say anything, you're the one who's acting all suspicious."
"I wasn't being suspicious. You're the one acting like it." she paused. "It's like you want to tell me something, but you can't... are you hiding something from me?"
"NO!!" she shouted, making both Goku, and Bulma wince at the same time. "Sorry... I meant... there is nothing going on between me and Ka... what I meant to say was... I am not hiding anything." she held her chest with her hand. She almost spilled the beans. She must never let that happen again. "So just drop it, okay!?!" she snapped.
"Okay, okay, fine, I'm dropping it, geez!! Besides, that is not why I was calling... and I wanted to talk to Goku, but since you answered the phone... well... the reason why I called was..." her voice dropped to a whisper. "I don't know why, but... lately... Vegeta's been acting a bit strangely around me."
Chi-chi thought for a moment. "You're kidding me, right?"
Bulma looked around nervously before answering. "No. I don't understand... I mean... he acts like a complete asshole, and treats me like a bitch all the time, but... lately... he doesn't say much to me... he's just... quiet, and when-"
"You know Vegeta, and he's a grade A bastard. Why are you so hung up over him?"
"I am not HUNG UP!!!" she shouted, and gasped at how loud she was talking. She cleared her throat. "I'm just worried... that's all." she said, leaning against the wall beside the bed.
"Don't worry so much... he'll come through with... whatever he's dealing with... I just don't see why you care about him." Chi-chi murmured, raising an eyebrow.
Bulma shook her head. "I don't know. It's weird, like.. I have to do something about it, and if I don't... I'll burst!"
Chi-chi glanced at Goku, and then returned back to the conversation. "Is it possible that... you're in love with-"
"NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT!! PREPOSTIOUS!!" she clamped her hand over her mouth, and checked if anyone was listening. "Of coarse not. I don't... like him that way. Besides... my heart already belongs to someone else-" she clamped her hand over her mouth again, her cheeks bright red.
"Really?"
"Chi... just ignore that last part-"
"Is it Radditz? Because I did see what you two were up to on that day in the beach."
Her whole body went frigid. "You... saw?" a look of pure horror crossed her features.
"Oh yes... you two seemed so lost in each others arms."
She blushed as the memory slinked in for the millionth time that day. "S-s-shut up!! Don't say it like that!!" she shouted, ignoring the fact that someone could be listening to their conversation.
"You should be glad. Radditz doesn't choose his women half heartedly... he could be taking this seriously, and... I don't want history to repeat itself." she chose her words carefully, trying not to mention what had happened between him, and Faith.
"Faith?"
"Yes... wait, how did you know?"
"He... told me... long time ago." she whispered.
"Seriously? I can't believe this... hot damn girl, he likes you!!"
Bulma held her breath, and then there was only silence.
"You mean it?" she gasped.
"Oh yes, to just give out that kind of information to a girl he just met... yes, I think it is possible." She crawled towards Goku, and draped her arm across his massive, muscular chest. "But give it some time... he has issues trusting people... don't rush into things-"
"Actually he's the one rushing things. He's all flirty, and he likes to hit one..."she shouted, biting her nails.
"Wow... you've got it big time!!"
Goku gave her a what's-going-on-look, and she gave him a I'll-tell-you-later-look. It was funny how they understood each others facial expressions.
Bulma busied herself, by fixing her bed... or should I say, Radditz bed. "I don't know if I should be happy or worried." she hesitated, fluffing up the pillows. "I don't know Chi... what should I do?"
"And tell me how did this conversation changed from Vegeta acting strange, to Radditz."
She gulped. "Oh yeah I forgot all about that!" She sat on the edge of the bed, and put her hand under her leg to stop herself from chewing her nails. "About Vegeta... hmm...."
"What?" Chi-chi snapped.
"I guess I have... nothing to say about him." She threw herself on the bed, so that she was laying on her back, and staring at the ceiling. "I'll just wait, and see what happens next. You know, ever since I met him, he's changed... not so much, but... he's different."
"I thought you didn't have anything else to say about him."
"I changed my mind, I guess."
Chichi placed her face onto Goku's chest, sighing heavily. She thought that conversation would end there, but to find out another one was just about to begin. Bulma was a chatter box, and there was nothing she could do to stop her from talking.
"So how did he change?" she asked dully.
"I don't know how... I just... he's just different from the first time I met him..."
"Okay, that explains a lot." Chi-chi sulked sarcastically.
"Listen, can you come over, and maybe we can talk about this... and maybe we can talk it over with some coffee." she suggested.
A worried look came over Ch-chi's face, and Goku also looked preoccupied, and slightly angry. "Gee... coffee sounds great, but... I think I better... ahhhh... pass." she moaned in surprise, when Goku slipped his fingers into her womanhood.
"Is something the matter?"
She squirmed when his fingers pushed in and out of her sensitive spots. "N-n-nothing's wrong... ahhhh... I better go now... talk to you later!!!"
Bulma heard a tiny click on the phone, and she hung up, scratching her head in confusion. "What the hell was that all about?" she rested her head on the pillows, her hair fanning out like sliver daggers, wading through water. Was it true... about Radditz liking her? She longed for him for such a long time already, it wasn't a joke, and to finally hear those words... it really made her day.
"I shouldn't put too much faith into this." she murmured turning to her side, putting an arm under a pillow, and hugged it tightly as she pressed her face onto it. "What if he still has feelings for her? What if he still truly likes her... and I'm just a rebound to him? Perhaps he only likes me as a little sister.
"But then that wouldn't be possible... that day on that beach... He showed me another side of him... a side of him that I've never seen before. He kissed me, touched me... became aroused by my touch... this couldn't possibly be love... maybe it is just plain old lust... He only lusts for me... not love me. I'm so pathetic...."
There is only pain in this world, my child. Use the pain...
She jumped up when she heard a cool, female like voice reverberate in the room. It felt as though she was doused in a bucket of ice cold water. Was someone listening to her at this very moment? This wasn't right....
"Hello!" she called out, sitting up, feeling slightly silly calling out someone that wasn't even there... or was she wrong? "Is someone there?"
Pain alone can give you the strength... let the pain course through your veins... set it free... and when that power is released, we may become one again.
"I... don't understand." she stood up. "What power, what pain? I don't understand...."
Foolish mortal... this pathetic planet has already washed your brains out.... pathetic fool...
"Listen you... whoever you are!! I don't need to take this kind of bullshit!!"
Strong words coming from such weak mortal. Are you sure you want to challenge me? My blood boils in you, I see... I can see it clearly now. But that will be over soon with quickly...once I have taken complete control over your body, mind and soul...
"What are you talking about? I don't understand what you are trying to tell me...."
As expected, foolish mortal. Hasn't your daddy told you what you really are? Or is he just too scared??
"My father's dead." her voice crackled painfully.
Should I pity you?
"ENOUGH!! Who the hell are you!?! Where are you!?! Why are you hiding!?! Don't have the balls to say it to my face!?!" she exploded, shaking her fists.
Half breed, you disgust me.
Bulma didn't understand the latter. "Half breed?" she mouthed.
As sickening as it sounds, yes.... pathetic half breed....
Bulma opened her mouth, a million questions forming in her mind, and the door suddenly opened, revealing a opened mouthed Radditz. Shock overcame her, as she realized that he had been listening to the conversation... how much of it did he hear? Was he also listening to the conversation between she and Chi-chi? She gulped, fingering her hair nervously.
"Hello." she said, sitting down, and then standing up.
Radditz stretched out his arm, and then scratched the back of his neck, through his thick mane, mirroring Goku's nervous gesture. "Were you just... talking to yourself just now?"
She raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"You were talking to yourself." he repeated. "At first I wasn't sure, but when I came... it sounded like it."
Her face went pale. This meant that... the strange noise... was all coming from her head? No... It couldn't be....
"I wasn't... you must be mistaken." she shook her head.
"I’m just saying what I saw, Bulma." he clarified.
"Okay... I'm going to... undress." she blushed. Radditz stood there, as though waiting for her to undress for him.
"Radditz?"
"Huh?" he ogled.
"Can you leave? I'm going to undress..."
"Oh?" he blushed, doing the same nervous gesture again. "Sorry... okay... undress... haha." he cleared his throat, and closed the door behind him. Bulma stared at the door, and after what seemed an eternity, she took her blouse off, replacing it with a black one, and then changed her pants, underwear, etc. She looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't recognize the person looking back at her. She had definitely changed.
Her hair was no longer daunt, and dead looking, but more shinier, and full of vigor. She also noticed that her waist was more trimmer, and fit, she could feel abs forming on her abdomen. Her legs were also lean, and fit, and the color on her skin was a light tan. She was happy with herself, and her body, and that gave her more self-esteem.
She stared at herself a little longer, appraising her now fit body, and when she looked closer to see her face, she jumped back in horror, holding her chest with her hand, feeling her heart beat rapidly against her ribcage... It could have been her imagination, or maybe she was still wary from the last attack, but... for a split second, her eyes had glowed an eerie red.
She shook her head, sweat beads forming on her forehead. She was probably just imagining things. There was nothing to it, her head was playing mind tricks.
She evened her breathing, running both her hands through her hair, now soaking with sweat, and put on her shoes hastily.
He looked happy... too happy... and in this case... excruciatingly happy. He was grinning from ear to ear, just seeing him made his stomach coil. Just what was up with the idiot, he thought angrily, when he noticed he was coming his way. He wasn't in the mood for it. He didn't want to hear about it, he did not want to be a part of it, he didn't want to do anything about it!!!!
"Hey Vegeta!!!"
"Hmm." he grunted in response. Here we go again...
He sat next to the short Saiyan, slapping his back several times, knocking the air out of him. "I'm so happy!!" he exclaimed.
"Would you knock it off!!" Vegeta spat, coughing.
"I can't!!" he simply said.
"And why the fuck not?!"
"Because...." he leaned in closer to Vegeta, whispering rapidly, and when he finished explaining everything to the very last detail, Vegeta had his eyes wide open, and gave Goku a trademark smirk.
"I told you it would work."
"Yeah, I kinda figured." Goku laughed. "You know, I just figured out something."
"And what is that?"
"Bulma. Don't you like her? I mean... she's pretty hot, you know. Why don't you ask her out?"
"As... her out?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"You know like... on a date..." he explained.
"Date?" he murmured the alien word.
"You know... how can I put this in your vocabulary... it's what you do before you fuck." he stated.
Vegeta stared at Goku in thought. "Hmmm... never had one of those." Goku fell out of his seat, feet twitching in the air.
"You mean... you've never been on a date?" he asked, now back on his seat.
"No... what's so bad about it... why wait for the big event?" he asked.
"It's... a way to... how can I explain it...."
"So, you think I should go on a so called date with the woman?" Vegeta interrupted.
"You should." Goku suggested.
"Impossible." he hissed.
"Why not?!"
"She's a whiny bitch, and I will not tolerate with her!!" Vegeta spat.
"But I thought you said you like her?"
"I did not ever say that!!!" Vegeta snapped, shaking his fists.
"Yes you did."
"When!?! When did I say something so absurd-"
"That day on the beach... when you guys came back from walking... and I heard you." he snickered.
He frowned when he felt a familiar heat on his face again. He was glad the bar was always semi-dark. He had completely forgotten about that day... and he completely forgot he had said that... and he felt stupid about that, remembering the total lack of disregard, saying such things out in the open, half assedly....
"Dude, If you like her, you should go ask her out-"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT, I WILL NOT, AND I WILL NEVER!!" he spat, standing up now, he didn't even realize it. "DON'T BE ABSURD KAKKAROT!!"
"Dude, chill, I only asked a question-"
"WELL THEN YOU SHOULD THINK BEFORE YOU ASK, EVER THOUGHT OF THAT!?! NO, OF COARSE NOT, YOUR THICK HEAD HASN'T PROCCESSED THAT!!"
He turned around, not even remotely close to feeling remotely enthralled at Vegeta's rage, and called for Chi-chi. "What can I get you?" she blushed, tucking her red streak behind her ear.
"A glass of cold water... no better yet... make that two."
"Sure." she ran behind the counter busily.
"Thanks Chi!!" he blushed when she handed him the two glasses, and their hands met for a split second. "Your lack of alcohol is making you delusional." he said, now turning to Vegeta, who was now sitting down again, body trembling in a blind, furious rage. "Why did you even go sober anyway?"
He murmured something that sounded awfully a lot like "the woman."
"Interesting, interesting..."
"What is so interesting?"
"Oh nothing." he grabbed one of the glasses, and threw the other to Vegeta, who caught it with pure instinct. "It's just... interesting how... how easily she manipulates you." he took a sip of his water calmly.
"She-does-not-manipulate-me!!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"So are you going sober on your part, or because she told you to?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed his mouth, thinking of a way to answer with a sly remark. Instead, he gulped down the whole glass of water, and winced. Brain Freeze.
"I would do it for Chi. I love her." Goku whispered, smiling now, because he knew Chi-chi heard what he had said.
"Pathetic." He murmured, wishing he could have a cold glass of beer, anything with alcohol....
Goku sighed, and glanced at Chi-chi for the millionth time that day, smiling, and she returned a smile. "I better go now." he said, saying it to her directly, not to Vegeta. He left, leaving a confused, sobered up Saiyan Prince in his thoughts.
He thought of Bulma... and then he thought of the alcohol... he could already imagine what she was going to say if she found him drinking again. She suddenly appeared before his mind, her face crossed between a furious rage, and thick with preoccupation.
"Vegeta, what did I tell you?! Alcohol is bad for your body!! Saiyan Prince or not, it destroys your brain cells, and will leave you as stupid as Goku!!"
He winced inwardly. Never had he met a woman with such fighting power, let alone, a great body, with brains the size of a football field, big enough to make Goku dig his own grave. She was an ideal woman for him... she fit perfectly to be his woman.... but she didn't see him that way... whatever that meant.....
He gulped, took out his hand, and put the empty glass on the counter, hands sweating. Only one drink, he thought to himself. She wasn't going to notice... only one drink....
Wait a minute, why did he even care?? She wasn't the boss of him, heck... he was the Prince of all Saiyans!! Why let the woman control every one of his movements. He was being a coward, and he laughed at himself for his own ignorance, and stupidity.
He threw his head back in laughter, and then he glanced at Chi-chi. "I would like the usual." he murmured.
Chi-chi shook her head nonchalantly. "Hah, you only lasted for a day!!!! I was right, and now Bulma owes me fifty bucks." she snickered, pouring out some very strong vodka into a glass. Vegeta was confused.
"Excuse me?" he scoffed.
She laughed. "Me and Bulma made a bet on how long you were going to stay sober. I guessed no longer than a day, and she guessed three days. Now she owes me fifty bucks!!!" she handed him the glass, laughing. He stared at it, vein twitching, and about to burst in his forehead. He wasn't about to give up just yet... he wasn't about to give up on her silly little game... no, not yet. He will make her see... He will make her see who the Prince of all Saiyans really was.
"I change my mind... I'll take a rain check on that." he grimaced.
"Okay, but you-"
She looked up, only to see that Vegeta was already gone. "Jerk." she murmured.
Bulma was going through a roller coast of emotions. There were ups, and downs, one minute she was crying, the next she was laughing, and giggling... she wondered if she was bi-polar.
She paced back an forth, across the living room, fresh tears now cascading down her cheeks. She bit her fingernails, and glanced at the mirror ever so often. She paused, stared, and then paced again, her body trembling visibly.
But she slightly knew why Vegeta was acting so cooly to her lately... it was on that day... when she had passed out... and she hurt him... she hurt him real bad... she made him cry...
She winced inwardly when the memories slinked into her mind again. Why didn't he say anything about it? Why didn't he tell her all the pain she had caused him that day? Why was he so inclined to keeping her in the dark?
A knock on the door refrained her from her thoughts. Perhaps it was Radditz. She bit her nails again, and opened the door half nervously, half eagerly.
"Vegeta." she gasped. She was just thinking about him, and there he was, right in front of her.
He walked in, uninvited. He also began to pace. "You did a bet on me." he grimaced.
Her face fell. "You found out."
He didn't notice the look on her face, and he didn't notice her tears.
"I'm sorry." she murmured, looking away, ashamed.
"You should be." he hissed.
"I'm so sorry." she whispered again, her voice shaking.
"Woman, I heard you the first time!"
"I know what I did was wrong... I... don't know what went through me at that moment..."
"Quit your useless babbling--" he paused when he found her on her knees, her shoulders hunched over, face down, as though she was ashamed of herself.
He found himself not wanting to look at her anymore. He didn't like this display of weakness... especially her... this was unusual for her to do... especially in front of him...
"Something happened that day, and I don't know what it was, but it wasn't me!!" she wept, her body trembling, unable to control her sobs. "I hated you so much at that moment... and that hatred... grew more intense... I felt like... I was blinded by this hatred... and it wanted... to make you feel pain... agonizing pain... and I was... It felt so good... so good, I wanted to... kill you..."
Vegeta blinked as he heard her confession through her broken sobs. He felt slightly tranquil that she was telling him all this. But stil... he didn't like to see her in this stage...
"I wasn't myself that day.... and I don't know what made me feel that way... but I want to make sure... I just want to make sure that... we are still friends...." she put emphasis on the word friends.
"Friends?" he scoffed.
"Are we still... friends?" she asked, hope mingling in her tone.
"I don't recall us ever being friends." he snapped, hands on hips, eyebrow twitching. Her display of emotions was evoking him to feel something... but what was it?
"I know you never liked me... as a friend... and I know you never will... but... I will be honored if-" she blinked when she saw his hand in her face, a blush spreading across his features. He was frowning slightly, and looking another way prominently.
"Quit your babbling woman, and stop crying, you look like a fucking infant who has lost his candy!! Now get dressed, and we're going out, and If I see, or hear you blubbering again, I will blow you into oblivion!!"
She blinked in utter confusion. "Vegeta, are you asking me out-"
"Do as I say woman!! You dare disrespect the Prince of all Saiyans!?!"
She stared at his gloved hand. Smiling slightly, she took his hand into hers, and he lifted her up the ground, as though he was just picking up a down feather pillow. She ran her fingers through her hair, her other hand still holding onto Vegeta's gloved one. Her hand was so small, compared to his. She gripped his hand firmly.
"I'm too tired, lets take a rain check." she taunted, falling flat on her ass. He lifted her up again, this time, holding her arm with a tight grip.
"Woman, when I say something, you do it, got that!?!"
"I was only joking, you fagtard!!! Of coarse I want to go!!"
He released her, slightly stupefied. "What?"
"I accept your offer. I want to go on a date with you." she smiled, her tears still fresh.
"You... want to date me?" he stammered, suddenly remembering Goku's words. Does this mean we are going to fuck?
"Of coarse you punk, now... I know this great place, with the greatest ramen I've ever tasted. Me an Goku used to go there a lot, but he always made such a big mess, I thought It would be great If I went with Yamcha, or someone else that wasn't Goku, but he always walked me home, or took me with his nimbus cloud, so I had no choice. Say, do you want to go there, It might bring back some pleasant memories..." her voice trailed off. He followed her, listening, but not exactly paying attention to her, his head slightly down. He was still confused from what she said.
They were at the gate now, and Vegeta opened it with a strange looking key he carried around his neck. She stared at him in wonder, and when the gate was opened, she could see Capsule Corp at a far distance. Instantly, she choked when she saw the lights of the city she once lived in... her home... she was home again...
She could hear the bustling of the busy streets, cars honking, sirens billowing, people talking, children laughing... oh how she missed the sounds.
"Tell me again why we are doing this?" he hissed, the city noises giving him a headache.
She smiled. "Because you told me to, and if I didn't, you were going to blow me into oblivion." she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "What? You forgot already? I told you alcohol destroyed your brain cells, Saiyan Prince, or not... now you're becoming as imbecile as Goku." she snickered.
"What did you say!?" he spat, shaking his fist at her. "You dare insult the Prince of all Saiyans!?!"
"Lalalalalala, whatever... let's go already, I'm starving!!!" she shouted, running down the red, carpeted road way. He groaned, catching up to her, and hissing in delight when her backside brushed against his thigh. Her skirt was too short, and was playing around her thighs, he noticed she was wearing a thong. He gulped, when he felt all his blood rushing down in an unwanted area. He was glad he was wearing his armor, so that she wouldn't notice his excitement.
"Where the bloody hell is this place you were talking about?" he hissed, when a couple of bystanders looked at him dazedly, and bowing down before him. "I don't like this... I don't like this at all!!"
A little girl passed them by, and she screeched in horror when she recognized the Saiyan Prince. Bulma smiled, and knelt beside the scared child. "Don't worry, he won't hurt you."
"But he's a... he's dangerous!!" she shouted, tears now brimming on her eyelashes. Bulma just smiled at her. "Don't worry... he's not so dangerous... besides... I won't let him hurt you." she smirked. The girls face suddenly lit up. "Are you his wife??"
The two young adults suddenly blushed at the girls comment. Bulma waved her hands around frantically. "No, we're not... I am not his wife!! He is handsome, but... not that I am considering it... we are only friends!!" she stammered, blushing a deeper shade of crimson. Vegeta became flustered by her comment. Did she just say I was handsome?
"You two seem to make a perfect match!! You should get married!!"
"How do you know about all this??" she stammered at the girls slightly mature demeanor, for such a young age.
The girl pulled out a bag she was carrying with her, and pulled out several mangas from it. "I learn from many shoujo mangas!! Tell me when the wedding is, and I'll be the first one there!! Sayonara Prince Vegeta!!" she ran past them, leaving a slightly confused, and flustered Bulma, and Vegeta behind.
"Oi... shoujo manga... it can mess with the brain." she murmured moments later.
"Shoujo... manga?" he asked, slightly confused.
"I'll show you this place, where they sell really cool stuff!! Let's go!!" she walked in a slightly fast pace, and he followed after her.
Just what did he get himself into now??
A/N: I know this was a short ch, and yes, the moment you have been waiting for... Vegeta, and Bulma's first date... but its not a... date, date... just a hang out date... or is it?? *sinister laughter*