Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Was It Faith? ❯ Morning ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10: Swimming Time!

"Vegeta, aren't you going to come in with me?" Bulma asked, walking out the little hut they made; it accessories like a toilet and stuff from the capsule house Bulma had but that's about it.

"Why? I don't want to get wet! And I'm definitely not putting on any shorts and showing my sexy body off to you; you just aren't worthy, woman!" he gloated. He was leaning against a rock in front of the hut, sipping on a tropical drink Bulma made.

"Stop flattering yourself and come on!" "No!" "Come on, Veggie-chan! Don't be a spoil sport!" she pouted. Vegeta was more focused on that little bikini she was wearing that she got out of her capsule than her whining though.

"No and stop calling me that! What makes you think the Prince Of Saiyans wants to jump in some fish water?! You're the one who wanted to come to this dumb fall!" he shifted in blame, still looking at her secretly. `I'll be mated with her before this trip is over.'

"There aren't any fish in here!" "How do you know?!" "The water is crystal clear; you can right through it!" she pointed. "Hmpf...whatever, I'm not going and that's final!" he got comfortable.

"Fine, Vegeta. I can that you're too scared to jump in a little water so..." she crossed her arms. `1...2...' "What?! The Prince of Saiyans is no punk! I'll show you!" he stood up.

`Works every time,' she smiled. "Fine, now hurry up and get into some shorts-" She didn't have to finish. Vegeta was striping down to his boxers right there. He threw his clothes by the rock.

Bulma's eyes were as wide as they could get. `He is so hot!! Wait, Bulma, get a hold of your self! You can't let him know you have the hots for him just yet! But he's so beautiful!'

Bulma felt weak in the knees as she looked over his perfectly sculpted body. Bulma shook her head and looked at the waterfall to avoid staring at him again. Vegeta caught that scene of hers; little did she know. `Convincing her to be my mate will be easier than I though. Humans; so vulnerable,' he smirked. "Ready?" she almost choked on the words as he passed her.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get a move on!" he pulled her by her arm. "I'm coming you big oath!" Bulma looked where he was headed and stopped. "Um...what are you doing, Vegeta?"

Vegeta stopped and turned around to give her a dirty look. "What do you think? I'm going up to the top of this cliff and I'm going to jump. Is that ok with you?" he asked with that smart-alleck tone.

"You're going...way up there?" Even after all of those little adventures, Bulma had never gotten over her acrophobia. "Don't tell me you're still scared of heights!" The cliff was a little high, but not that high!

"Well..." she looked embarrassed. Vegeta sighed. "I'll be right behind you; I'm not going to let you fall," he said...actually sounding comforting. "Promise?" she asked, meekly. "What do you want me to do; put it on paper in blood?"

Bulma rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "No, I don't!" "Then come on," Bulma started climbing first. Vegeta stayed behind her to make sure she didn't fall if she slipped or something.

"Don't look down while we go woman or you scare yourself to death," he said. "Don't look down, don't look down," Bulma said to herself as she climbed. Suddenly, a little part of a part of the cliff she grabbed onto broke off and fell. She followed the rock all the way down til it hit the water with a smack.

"I LOOKED DOWN!!!" she started panicking and shaking and yelling. "GET ME DOWN, GET ME DOWN!!!" "Calm yourself, woman!" Vegeta grabbed a hold of her arm.

"STOP!! YOU'LL MAKE ME FALL!!!" Bulma was freaking out. "For Kami's sake, woman, get a backbone! Keep going, already!" Vegeta ordered. "Nooooo!!! I'm scared and I want to get down now! Can't you just back up?"

"NO!!" Vegeta was getting impatient. "But Vegeta," Bulma couldn't help herself; she was scared to death of heights, even small ones! "Just keep going and this time, DON'T look down!" Vegeta pushed her.

He had to force her up the rest of the way because she didn't want to move. When they finally reached the top, Vegeta looked over the cliff. It was maybe 100 feet up. The waterfall was to the left of them.

"Okay, let's jump," he said. "WHAT?!? I'M STAYING UP HERE! YOU MUST BE CRAZY!! I HAD ENOUGH TROUBLE GETTING UP AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO JUMP?!?!?" she screamed.

Vegeta didn't pay her any mind. He went over and picked her up. "What are you doing!?!" she yelled. Without a word, Vegeta walked over to the edge and hung Bulma over the edge by her feet.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT?!" she looked down at the water terrified. "You have give me no choice, woman; have a nice dive," he let go of her feet. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she descended to the waters below.

"VVVEEEEEGGGGGEEEEETTTTTAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" Vegeta looked on in amusement as she screamed. Vegeta then dived toward the water. Bulma, right before she hit the water, got into the diving position and hit safely.

She sprung her head out the cold water. Just then, Vegeta hit and water splashed all over her face. Vegeta surfaced and looked at Bulma, trying to withhold a laugh. Bulma wiped the water from her face and turned to Vegeta.

"You bastard," she glared him down. Vegeta smirked. "Used to be so big and bad, But now...you're all washed up!" he laughed. "You son of a-" before she could finish, Vegeta was swimming away.

She swam after him. "GET BACK HERE!!!!"

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4 hours later, Vegeta and Bulma came out the water. It was dark and the moon was out. "That was fun! I didn't know you could swim, Vegeta," she said, walking back in the hut. She grabbed two towels out the bathroom.

"I didn't know you could do anything that required using your brain...I guess I was right," he couldn't get enough of insulting her. Bulma threw the towel at him. He caught it with ease.

"10 years have passed and you still haven't changed one bit," she tsked. "Neither have you, including your ugliness," he grabbed some pants and a t-shirt from his bed and put them on. "Oh shut up! Go outside and make a fire while I get some things."

"For what?!" "Oh, stop arguing and do it!" she pushed him out the door. "Fine! Argh!" he walked behind the hut to go get some wood. After putting on a tank and shorts, Bulma went to the kitchen and grabbed some marshmallows.

`Oh, this is going to be so romantic! Imagine, Vegeta and I eating marshmallows under the stars and the beautiful moon on a tropical island! Yamcha never did ANYTHING like this with me!'

She frowned. She couldn't stand him. All he cared about was himself. `I'm glad he's gone! I only went with him because Vegeta was gone!' Bulma walked out the door and shut it.

She grabbed two twigs by the hut. "Vegeta?" she looked a couple of feet ahead to see Vegeta started up the fire. "Would you please tell me why we are out here starting fires instead of in there sleep?"

"Well, Vegeta," she sat down by him, "I just wanted to sit out here for a while; we can go in a little later," she opened the bag of marshmallows. Vegeta watched her as she put marshmallows on the twigs.

"What are you doing?" he asked, curiously. "See, on Earth, people usually roast marshmallows when the make fires like this, especially when on camping trips." She handed one to Vegeta.

Vegeta studied it and gave a confused looked. "Why go through such trouble as finding fire wood, getting marshmallows, getting twigs, and trying to start a fire just to melt this thing and eat it when you could do that at home on a stove?"

Bulma shrugged and started heating her marshmallows. She eased herself closer to Vegeta. "So, have you ever wondered what I've been doing this past 10 years?" she asked. Vegeta hovered his marshmallows over the open fire.

"Well, the question has crossed my mind once or twice." "Well, I haven't been doing too much, and certainly nothing compared to what you were doing. My dad retired from Capsule Corps. and now I'm president, though he still helps me with things and still builds. I've made a couple of new inventions...dated Yamcha...that's about it."

She sighed. Was her life really that boring? She couldn't help but feel that she had wasted 10 years of her life on nothing. "I would have taken your boring life over being with Frieza any day," he hmpfed.

"No. I would have rather been traveling the universe instead of being here, even if I was with some idiotic tyrant," she bit her marshmallow. "Everyone always thinks someone else's life is better until they live it themselves though so I guess we can't say that each other's life was better."

"Hmm...at least people don't think of you as some psycho Prince that doesn't think about anyone but himself and has no reason to bitch all day," he muttered, eating a marshmallow.

"Now, who thinks of you like that?" "Who doesn't?" he answered with a question. "...I don't," she said softly. Vegeta turned to her. "Then what do you think of me?" he asked.

"Well...I think that you're a Prince who's went through a lot and likes to keep to himself and has every right to bitch but since no one wants to hear it, they complain. And I also think you're a good friend that doesn't care about the fact that I'm Bulma Briefs or that I'm the richest woman in the world or that I own the biggest company. Instead, you see me as the whiny brat I am, just as I see you as the conceded bastard you are."

Vegeta gave a low laugh. "I think you hit the nail right on the head when you described yourself as a whiny brat, But that stuff about me being conceded certainly isn't true. Where is something to drink? How am I suppose to enjoy this if I'm thirsty? And where's my throne? Don't you have any respect?"

Bulma hit him on the leg. "Vegeta."

"What?"

"I hate you," she smiled.

"Feeling's mutual."