Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Pet ❯ Sleep Tight, Don’t Let the… ( Chapter 3 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z - all the characters here belong to their respectful owners, I am just borrowing them, and will return them sooner or later, completely in tact, perhaps just a bit shaken up <g>. I borrowed them without permission, of course. Please don't sue.

WARNINGS: Language!!!

Vegeta's Pet

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Chapter 3 ~ Sleep Tight, Don't Let the…

Bulma returned home at 2 am, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She and Yamcha went to a dinner and a movie, and later on stopped at his place. Yamcha didn't live at Capsule Corp anymore. He moved out soon after Vegeta moved in - the former desert bandit couldn't stand being under the same roof with the Saiyajin, so he left.

She was surprised when she saw from the yard that the TV in the living room was still on - she went to check it out. The doors opened soundlessly, and she was greeted by a sight she never expected to see.

Vegeta was sleeping on the couch, snoring slightly, covered only with a blanket, and Snowball was sleeping on his chest, huddled into a small ball.

Bulma was shocked at first, then amused, but she fought back the reflex to start laughing her head off. The more she kept watching him, the more she felt sadness and compassion for the Saiyajin prince fill her heart. When he was asleep, there was no sign of the arrogant, self-centred, egoistical bastard that he was when he was awake. She could hardly believe that this was the same man as the one she constantly fought with.

She quietly sneaked into the room and got the remote, then turned the TV off. She looked at Vegeta and smiled - she knelt down next to the couch and tucked him in, fighting the urge to press her lips against his cheek… It was a stupid reflex, she knew, and in the many times later on she thanked God she didn't do it - because in the next moment one of Vegeta's eyes cracked open and he glared at her: "And just what do you think you're doing, woman?"

He had been awake ever since she came into the room, of course, he just didn't bother letting her know that.

Bulma jumped to her feet like she had been bitten, blushing furiously, and choked out: "I… I was just… I just came to see why the TV was on in here…"

He propped himself up on his elbows and leered at her: "What happened? You didn't get any tonight, and now you want to attack me?"

Bulma's blush deepened, and she screeched at him, almost shattering his eardrums: "VEGETA, YOU DAMN PERVERT! I WOULDN'T WANT YOU IF YOU WERE THE LAST DAMN MALE ON THIS PLANET!" She stopped to breathe and added icily: "Besides, I got my share of a real man tonight, what on Earth would I want from a loud-mouth monkey-boy like you?"

She stomped off to the door, and turned around, cocking a hip and taking a seductive stance in her little green dress: "Besides…" she added wickedly, running her hands up and down her flawless figure. "You wish! Like you will ever have this!" With that she turned around and disappeared, the automatic door sliding shut behind her.

Vegeta yelled after her: "Yes I do wish! Perhaps if someone gave you a proper screw, then perhaps you wouldn't be such a frustrated bitch all the time!"

He huffed and turned around, cursing a blue streak and pulling the blanket closer around his body. He could sense Bulma's weak ki lifting - she was really pissed off now, he could sense that.

She passed his room and came to a sudden halt in front of it.

Vegeta's eyes flew open, and he quickly lifted his hands to cover his ears. Too late!

"VEEEEGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Snowball, who hid under the couch when the yelling started, almost got a heart attack now.

TBC…