Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragon Ball Z (released by Funimation and the like), or Ami or Yumi and Kaz from Hi Hi Puffyamiyumi (owned by Cartoon Network). They’re in here for a splash of fun in this experiment. I know there are hundreds of B/V get togethers, but I’m taking a whack at the ‘get together’ story with my own twist of insanity here. If it in any way resembles the others it’s only because I’ve got the B/V insanity! Reviews welcome of course!
Minutes later, Piccolo watched Vegeta streaking in for a landing. He snorted to himself in mild relief at the sign of Vegeta carrying Bulma in a rather suggestive manner. Vegeta glanced around, and came to a halt, hovering just inches above the ground. He glanced left to right, sensing the Namek was near. Slowly he shook Bulma and said, "Wench, wake up already… you’re snoring is driving me nuts…"
"Huh, what?" she mumbled. She blinked, realizing that Vegeta was holding her with a smug look on his face, three feet above the ground.
"You’re lucky you didn’t catch flies in your mouth," he smirked.
"Put me down, you…" she yelped. Vegeta gave her a wicked grin and shot over the swimming pool.
"You sure?" he asked.
"You wouldn’t dare…" Bulma said.
"I’m tempted…" he laughed mischievously. Bulma let out a scream, and felt herself dropping. Instead of a splash she landed with a solid thump on one of the plush deckchairs.
"Jerk," she cursed, shaking her fist at him. Vegeta landed next to her.
"Now, are you going to work on that ship or what?" he asked.
"Give me a minute you bastard… dammit," she mumbled. Vegeta grabbed the front of her dress and playfully set her on her feet. She stumbled a bit, slapping off his hand.
"I’m putting it in your excuse for a lab," he said. "I hope you’re not going to keep me waiting long, because I’m getting pretty impatient…"
"Give me a break… it’s Saturday, and the party is tomorrow!" Bulma yelled at him. "I’ll work on it tonight, so shut up already! What’s wrong with the other GT?"
"Whatever. But I’m getting pretty pissed off at the wait…" he snorted. "I have training to do… so you’d better hope the GT is working…"
"It’s working fine, jerkoff. Go knock yourself out!"
Bulma saw Yamucha and Krillen coming in for a landing, and saw Vegeta take off and streak towards the small guesthouse where he had his quarters. She saw the lights of the chamber and heard the hum of power crackling in the small generator, then turned with a huff towards the back door of the courtyard.
"Bulma dear, we were worried! The caterer just called and wanted to know what time the party was going to start, and how many sheet cakes you’ll need…"
"Give me a few minutes Mom… I just got back from flying with that jerk Vegeta…"
"Oh, did you now… that must have been so romantic," Bunny laughed.
"Don’t even start with me. He picked me up and dragged me out of that shop, embarrassed me in front of my friends… and dragged me to this island… and then brought me back here…" Bulma started. She left out the part about the Red Ribbon base though, because she knew Bunny didn’t need to jump to any conclusions at this point.
"Bulma… hey, are you all right?" Ami asked.
"I’m fine… let’s go in and have some food… I’m starving," Bulma said quickly.
"Oh there you two are! Did you have a nice flight with the boys?" asked Bunny Briefs, before Yamucha and Krillen could storm on her. Shooting her mom a look of thanks, Bulma hurried quickly inside to check her makeup and stop her heart from pounding. Her face was flushed and hot, and she didn’t care to answer any comments her friends would throw at her right now.
"Bulma…" Yamucha called before Bunny got in his way.
"Oh, let her go. She’s just going to freshen up a bit…" Bunny urged. "You two must be famished… I think there’s some nice sandwiches left… and your friends are wondering where you ran off to… looks like you two had quite a good time…"
"Mrs. Briefs… hey," said Yumi, straightening out her hair.
"I don’t feel too good," Ami groaned. Yamucha turned and gallantly picked her up to carry her.
"Let me help you…"
"I’m gonna throw up…" she groaned.
"Oh dear…" Bunny Briefs gasped as she bustled them all inside.
"That was a 200 dollar jacket," Yamucha groaned as Ami emerged from the downstairs powder room.
"You okay?" Goku asked as he saw Bunny leading the pink haired rock star out of the bathroom.
"I’m fine… I just need some antacid…"
"What happened to her?" asked Goku, turning to Krillen.
"Um, just trying to keep Yamucha from doing something… he’d regret…" Krillen said grabbing Goku’s arm. "Can we uh talk in private…"
"Sure, what’s up?" Goku asked. "I think there’s some of those sandwiches left… want one?"
"Thanks…" Krillen said, patiently taking a sandwich off Goku’s large tray. He munched it hungrily and led his friend away form the general earshot. Bunny flittered about, introducing Yumi and Ami to the people assembled. This included the Z fighters, and other people who were in Bulma’s social circle. OR at least her parents circle that is.
Chichi stood talking to Yumi as she saw her husband and Krillen walk away from the main group. Piccolo strode stoically inside, and grunted a greeting to both females. Ami blinked up at the seven foot green alien and leaned heavily on Chichi, chugging her glass of fizzy water.
"Relax, this is Piccolo… and no, he looks like that all the time," Chichi whispered. "Why don’t you sit down over here…"
"Thanks," Ami breathed.
"Hey, can I have your autograph?" Gohan asked as he tugged at Yumi’s sleeve.
"Hey, you must be Goku’s kid… how are ya?" Yumi asked as she leaned over and saw the kid, dressed in a blue jacket with white shirt and red bow tie.
"Great… but mom made me dress in this silly suit… and I can’t breathe," he mumbled, pointing to where Chichi sat with Ami. Both women talked quietly, and Ami appeared to be regaining her normal coloring. Yamucha sighed and walked downstairs with a fresh shirt, glancing around.
"Are you all right?" he asked, rushing to Ami’s side.
"She’s fine… just give her some air," Chichi scolded him. "What on earth are you two thinking, dragging these poor girls around on some joyride!"
"We were just going after Bulma and…" started Yamucha before someone poked him in the ribs. He glared over at Piccolo who stood towering over them.
"Mind your own business," Piccolo said in a low voice. "You’re in enough trouble as it is…"
"Excuse me for worrying," Yamucha mumbled. He turned his attention to Ami, gently stroking her sweaty hair out of her face. She accepted the glass of soda he held, and glanced at his clean shirt.
"Sorry about your coat… I’ll get Caz to pay for it…" she blushed.
"Not a problem. I feel honored that it was my coat you threw up on," he joked.
"Smooth, really smooth," Chichi sighed under her breath.
Goku glanced at his friends, and then turned his attention back to Krillen. "So, what’s going on? I heard something about you two taking a joyride… is it something to do with Vegeta?"
"Yeah. He just barged in and Bulma dragged him outside, and then next thing I was chasing after Yamucha to stop him from making things more awkward… and then it sorta grew from there…" said Krillen. "I don’t know what’s going on between those too, but it makes me nervous…"
"Who? Vegeta and Bulma?" Goku asked. "I wouldn’t be too worried… I mean I saw Bulma running upstairs a few minutes ago, and she seemed fine to me…"
"Aren’t you the LEAST bit worried about them being ALONE together?"
"Not really," Goku shrugged.
"Um, EXCUSE me… he’s one of our… you know…"
"Didn’t I tell you to give him a chance," Goku asked.
"Now saving his life is ONE thing, but letting him drag Bulma around…"
"He wasn’t dragging her… he was carrying her," Goku said quickly.
"You SAW them?"
"Well I was curious what all the fuss was about so I took a little flight and I saw them coming back. You guys were really having trouble keeping up with him weren’t you?" Goku said casually.
"I don’t’ know what’s gotten into you, Goku… but this is just weird that you’re not the least bit afraid for her… we’re talking about VEGETA here… you know Mr. I want to kill Kakkarot so I can be #1 Saiyan?’" Krillen reminded him.
"Well, he says a lot of things, but it doesn’t mean that he’s going to do them," said Goku, running his hand over his hair so it stood more on end then it usually did. "I mean he’s always threatening to blow up the earth, but he hasn’t yet…"
"Not with you and Piccolo watching him, you mean," Krillen whispered.
"Well, if he does hurt her, you know he’ll answer to me," Goku said, hushing his voice. "But I think we should mind our own business unless something DOES happen… which could be something good…"
"You’ve been acting weird whenever I mention those two in the same sentence ever since that guy who nuked Freiza showed up. What is going on?"
"Um, nothing… nothing…" Goku grinned nervously.
"Uh huh, yeah… right Goku. You can’t fool me… something’s up… and you’re driving all of us crazy trying to guess…"
"Well I have a good feeling that Vegeta isn’t going to hurt Bulma at all," Goku said quickly. "Just call it a hunch…"
"Okay… if you say so…" Krillen sighed. "But I’m keeping an eye on them…"
"Just make sure you keep an eye on things here, cause I’d hate to see Vegeta in a bad mood…" said Goku, nodding at Yamucha who was glancing up at the stairs. Bulma strode into the main room, wearing a comfortable sundress and sandals. Both men blinked in surprise to see her hair was a great deal straighter than the perm they’d come to see her with. In fact it looked as if she’d used a straightened on it, because bits of it were falling around her face as she approached the group.
"There you are!" Yumi said as she rushed over. "Did you have fun?"
"Um… yeah… sorry about that… it was just um," Bulma said as she tried to keep from blushing profusely.
"Uh huh…" Yumi grinned. "You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… you lucky girl…"
"It’s not like that!" Bulma whispered fiercely as people glanced in their direction.
"Bulma, you’re back…," Ami said.
"What happened, where were you?" Yamucha started.
"Don’t worry about it okay," Bulma said quickly.
"Hey Yamucha, you have to try the potato salad! It’s yummy!" Goku called out, leaving Krillen standing there shaking his head. "It’s to DIE for."
"Goku, not now," Yamucha groaned. "I was…"
"Mom… how many cakes did the caterers say they needed?" Bulma quickly asked as she rushed over to find her mother.
"Oh that’s right dear… I’d say at least two hundred maybe more… and I was thinking it would be so lovely if you ordered it in devil’s food and marble both," Bunny chirped. Bulma sighed in temporary relief at Goku’s interception of Yamucha. She didn’t care to confront him now of all times. Not when she was still sweating from her little adventure with Vegeta.
"What’s with her?" Yumi muttered to Krillen. "If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was avoiding ol’ slugger…"
"Um, can’t say I blame her, I mean after all they DID break up," Krillen said casually.
"Yeah, but the way he’s going on… I don’t’ thin it’s such a good idea that he and Ami…" Yumi mumbled. "I’d say that he doesn’t look like he knows it’s over…"
"That’s just Yamucha being an overprotective friend…" Krillen said quickly. "I mean hey… who wouldn’t wanna protect pretty girls like you three…"
"Smooth recovery, Baldie," Yumi grinned. "You’re just trying to get him to leave Bulma’s new boyfriend alone…"
"Um wait a minute… what do you…" Krillen stammered.
"Give me a break… it’s obvious that Vegeta guy is her current Jones… I mean why ELSE would she get all nutzoid with him showing up and drag him out. He was pissed off because I think he saw Brightbuns hanging over Bulma…"
"Um... you don’t say…’ Krillen stammered. For Vegeta had just entered the room, wearing of all things that pink shirt and a pair of black pants that Bulma had gotten him as a change of clothes all those months ago. Strange how he was attempting to look normal when he would usually wear his tank top, gloves and pants.
"It’s obvious. I saw him walk in, and watch us. He seemed pretty pissed when he saw you guys show up…"
"You mean he was there BEFORE us?" Krillen asked. He felt nervous and sweaty at the thought. Things were definitely getting more and more tense by the moment.
Bulma was trying to stay as far away from Yamucha as possible, and Ami was doing her best to keep him occupied. Goku was keeping close by Yamucha, distracting him with stupid comments and insistences that he try this food or that food. Why was he falling all over himself to keep their friend away from Bulma? Unless he’d noticed Vegeta standing there with a scowl on his face leaning against the door.
"What IS that guy’s problem," Krillen said as he stared around Yumi. He guided her over to get a soda from the small wet bar, and turned to her.
"I’ll have an Ikaru," Yumi said.
"Make that two," Krillen said. He handed her the opened beer and they wandered away.
"Why is Bulma avoiding us," Yamucha asked as he grabbed Krillen’s sleeve.
"Um, I don’t know. Maybe you’re just imagining it," said Krillen.
"Pretty boy, why don’t’ you get Ami a drink. Are you her date or WHAT?" Yumi interjected.
"I am SOO thirsty… and that ginger ale made me feel SO much better," Ami batted her pink eyes at him.
"How can I resist a pretty face," Yamucha grinned. He turned to the bar and ordered two glasses of champagne. Presenting her with one of the glasses, he twined his hand around hers, and they sipped from opposite glasses.
He kept looking for the opportunity to talk to Bulma and ask her about what Vegeta had swept her away for, yet he felt as if he wanted to keep as far from Vegeta as possible. Thankfully Bunny Briefs holding a glass of champagne next to him distracted Vegeta.
"Excuse me…" Yamucha said as he led Ami over. "Bulma… hey…are you all right? You had us worried…"
"Yamucha… I’m fine… don’t worry," Bulma quickly said as she turned to him. A hot flush came over her face at that moment, and she struggled not to look him in the face.
"You have to admit we were a bit concerned… I mean jeez he DID pop up outta nowhere," Krillen said, as he wandered over.
"You are one LUCKY girl," said Yumi. "Why didn’t you tell us you had a…"
"Yumi, please not now!" Bulma hissed, indicating Yamucha.
"What was he doing to you… he didn’t hurt you did he…" Yamucha started. "How could you just let him come and take you like that… we were worried SICK!"
"Come on now I’m not some defenseless idiot, Yamucha! I’m perfectly capable of using good judgement!" Bulma yelled at him. "Why should YOU worry about where I’m coming or going when it’s NONE of your business…"
"Bulma, we were just worried. Relax… its no big deal. You’re obviously okay, so let’s leave it at that. We were just making sure you were all right… I mean heck, Vegeta just sorta whisked you off and then led us on some wild goose chase… which ya gotta admit was pretty interesting," Krillen said, trying to make light.
"I don’t find it at ALL funny! Bulma, you’re worrying me sick! Don’t you care what could happen?" Yamucha asked.
"I don’t want to talk about this right now!" Bulma snapped at him. "Nothing DID happen. And why should I tell you anything…"
"Bulma I care about you…" said Yamucha.
"Maybe we should just leave her alone, Brightbuns," Yumi interrupted him. "I mean if she wants to be alone with her boyfriend…"
"Yumi, shut up will you?" Bulma yelped. "You’re NOT helping…"
"I can’t believe what I’m hearing!" Yamucha blinked.
"It’s NOT that at all!" Bulma protested.
"Don’t be shy, girlfriend. He’s a hot guy, but he’s got one rude mouth on him," Ami said.
"Shut up, shut up," Bulma complained, putting her hands over her ears. "I am NOT having this conversation."
"Relax everybody… sheesh, it’s no big deal…. Let’s all just take a deep breath," Krillen interrupted. "It’s all over and done with so let’s just…"
"I’m not going to stand here and just let her," said Yamucha.
"Excuse me but since WHEN did you have any say in what I did?" Bulma yelled at him. "You’re the LAST person who…"
"I care about you, all right!" Yamucha said as he grasped her arm.
Bulma shrugged him off angrily and whirled around. "If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to run. I’m not saying ANOTHER word to you, because you’re seriously pissing me off!"
"Bulma… wait," Yamucha said.
"Let her go… I’ll just…" Ami said.
"Nice going, jerk," Yumi muttered.
"Just let her go already. We’ve done enough damage for one day," Krillen said. "I think she needs to cool off a bit don’t you?"
"Yeah, seriously," Yumi nodded.
Bulma brushed past the other guests who glanced at her with questions. "Are you all right, what’s going on?" asked Chichi.
"Not now Chichi I just need some air…" she said quickly, hiding her hand in her face.
"Bulma… wait… I just want to talk…"
"Um I think you’ve said enough," Krillen said as Yamucha pushed past everyone in pursuit of Bulma. She rushed in the direction of the lab, but Yamucha shoved rudely past Goku and Gohan standing nearby at the food table.
"Hey, what’s wrong?" Goku asked.
"Scuse me… coming through…" he said. He caught hold of Bulma’s hand, stopping her from rushing out.
"Let me go, you jerk!"
"Bulma wait… I’m sorry I just… I care okay… and if something’s going on I need to know!" he said.
"I have NOTHING to say to you. Don’t EVEN go there… you were the one who said we should see other people…"
"Oh, so there IS something going on? Your friends are right?" Yamucha asked.
"Shut up and let me go!" she yelled as she twisted her wrist out of his grasp. Yamucha was astonished as he saw her do this and broke into a run. She tripped over her shoes as Goku, Piccolo, and then Vegeta wandered over.
"Yamucha, I think you need to calm down a bit," Goku urged. "She needs some time alone…"
"Goku, I don’t need you telling me what to do," mumbled Yamucha, moving in the direction of where Bulma had gone. He crashed into something solid as Vegeta blocked his path.
"Are you deaf, weakling? Or are you stupid?" Vegeta asked, pushing him back.
Yamucha backed away, blinking up at the Saiyan standing directly in his way. He tried to dodge around Vegeta, but for every move he made, there was no getting around.
"Excuse me…" Yamucha said. "But I think you’re in my way…"
"I guess you ARE as stupid as you look, you dumb shit," Vegeta smirked. "Apparently you’re far from being housebroken. Just WHY they let a dog like you past the front door is beyond me. Maybe they like the shits and grins…"
"I don’t have time for this… look…" Yamucha breathed.
"Yamucha, will you relax," Krillen hissed as he grabbed his friend’s hand and yanked him back.
"This is stupid… I can’t…" Yamucha hissed as he threw Krillen off of him. "You mind getting out of my way?"
"Actually I do, you asswipe. I don’t like seeing your sniveling skinny ass around here," Vegeta said in a low but annoyed voice.
"Look, some of us have some problems with people just carrying off our friends," Yamucha breathed, fighting the urge to back down as he edged away. "Now if you’ll EXCUSE me, I need to talk to someone… so I don’t want any trouble with you…"
"Yeah, right," Vegeta answered. "You must think I’m as stupid as you are. Did it ever occur to you that the woman might not want you chasing her around like some bitch in heat?"
"That’s NONE of your business," Yamucha sputtered. "You had no right whisking her off to Kami knows where… why do you THINK I’m worried about her?"
"Um, Vegeta… he was um just worried…" Krillen interjected.
"Who asked you, cueball?" Vegeta snorted.
"Jeez, sorry I asked," Krillen said. "Um, we just were… um… you know, it’s kinda unusual to see one of our friends just um… fly away… and her two friends were just kinda freaked when they saw all of us flying… so Yamucha was just um being concerned. So no big deal, okay?"
"If you hurt her in any way…" Yamucha blurted out, and backed away at the sharp look as Vegeta extended his hand. Goku and Piccolo moved into position to prevent a possible altercation. All eyes fell on the two men who were facing off. Both of Yamucha’s hands were balled into fists, watching Vegeta closely.
"At least you have some sense in that chromedome of yours. I suggest you listen to him, weakling and mind your own fucking business from now on," Vegeta said as he glared at Yamucha.
"You… you can’t tell us what to do… this isn’t…"
"Back off, Yamucha…" Krillen urged.
"Oh, is everyone so fucking bored that they have to watch the little coward piss his pants?" Vegeta laughed. "You and what army?"
"You’d better not hurt her… or I’ll…"
"What was that? I didn’t hear weakling… care to repeat it to the whole world who’s breathing down your pathetic little neck? You’re making quite an interesting show of your sorry ass. I’m rather entertained at this," Vegeta commented, giving him another smirk.
"I…" Yamucha glared at him, balling his fists.
"You what?" Vegeta asked as Yamucha quickly rushed forwards in the direction where Bulma had gone. Vegeta’s hand flashed out and grabbed Yamucha by the front of his shirt.
"Oh kuso," Piccolo said.
"Guys, settle down, this is a party!" Goku got out.
"Shut up Kakkarot. Mind your own fucking business," Vegeta snapped at him. "And as for you, you little shit, stay out of matters that don’t concern you."
"Vegeta…" said Piccolo as he stepped over. "There’s no need for this. If you’re going to fight, perhaps you two should find a more honorable place. Do you honestly think a Prince should settle an argument in a party?"
"So the green goon steps in. What’s wrong? You think I’m going to play rough with the little bitch boy?" Vegeta smirked.
"Vegeta, put him down now," Goku said clearly. "This isn’t the time or place… he was just worried about Bulma. Like all of us are. So let’s just back away and calm down…"
"Who asked you, Kakkarot? Maybe you should all just leave the woman to her own affairs," he said quietly. "Not like I CARE about your pathetic need to know everyone’s shit…"
He tossed Yamucha across the room. Goku leapt up and caught his friend easily as Vegeta turned away. "The coward isn’t worth the effort anyway."
"Come on, let’s get you out of here," Goku urged Yamucha.
"Show’s over, you damn fools. Go back to your pissing and moaning," Vegeta grunted. Everyone stood in one spot, releasing the breath they had been holding as Vegeta exited.
"Time for dessert!" Bunny Briefs called out over the silence. "We’ve got some lovely pastries you’ll just LOVE!"
"What was THAT?" Krillen whispered to Goku.
"Oh, just Vegeta showing some concern, that’s all," Goku said. "I think you should go home Yamucha. You’re looking kinda drunk…"
"I am NOT drunk," Yamucha spluttered. "That… who does he think he is?"
"The Saiyan no Ouji maybe?" Krillen shrugged. "Anyway, I don’t think he’s someone you just piss off, Yamucha… unless you want him to hand you your head…"
"I’m not going to stand around while he could hurt her," Yamucha said as he shoved his friends away.
"Yamucha, why don’t you take me for a walk around the estate…" Ami asked as she leaned up against him.
"I’m sorry... I’ll have to pass," Yamucha apologized. He craned his neck and walked towards where Bulma had gone.
"Let it go," said Goku.
"I think I will take that walk," Yamucha said as he shook his head and straightened his jacket. Gathering as much dignity as he could, he threaded his arm through Ami’s and paraded her out.
Vegeta took his time following the woman to her lab. He could tell from the wailing and screaming just where she was. Not to mention the bangs and crashes echoing in the halls. For a minute he smiled in mild surprise at the force of her insignificant ki flaring to a momentary 10 on his scale. Who would have thought that woman was capable of such a surge of strength. He had to get a better look. When Bulma had twisted her wrist out of that weakling’s grasp he had been impressed with her ability to throw him off. He hadn’t expected her to show any skill whatsoever in hand to hand.
"Stupid, son of a fucking BITCH!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta peered around the laboratory door, edging it open. Just inches from his sensitive ear a beaker smashed, spilling liquid in a green puddle down the wall. Bulma paced her lab violently, screaming and throwing whatever she could grab.
"But fucking whore! How dare he tell me what to do…? I’m so goddamn fucking SICK of everyone up my ass! OOH I SWEAR!" she shrilled.
"I wasn’t aware you knew such choice words, wench," Vegeta chuckled as he walked it. A heavy wrench sailed in his direction and he easily caught it in his hand.
"Go away, Vegeta. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now!" Bulma cried. She buried her head in her hands, shaking with rage as she leaned on the counter for support.
"What’s your major malfunction?" Vegeta asked. "Are you going to fix my ship or not?"
"Just… leave me alone… I… I’ll fix it tomorrow…" Bulma sniffled. "Just… just leave!"
"As if I’d let a crazy woman like you tell me what to do," he harrumphed, leaning against the wall to watch her there.
Bulma dropped to her knees, letting her tears run freely. While she was breaking down in front of the one person whom she hoped wouldn’t see her; she did not care anymore. Vegeta wandered over and peered down at her, sobbing against the counter. She beat it with her fist. "Stop your whining wench, and pay attention to me," he snapped. "Just like you to whine and cry like a hurt bitch…"
"Just… don’t… Vegeta… please… I can’t…" she sniffled. "Please… leave me alone!"
"Why should I? Oh wait, I suppose you’re having the time of your life smashing your items. Considering they are inanimate objects… you seem to be doing quite well…" Vegeta said.
"Why do you care what I do?" she asked, glancing up at him leaning on the lab counter, only two feet from her. "I’m just a stupid useless female, right?"
"Well, I don’t care if you smash your stupid lab. But if you damage something or fuck up your equipment so you can’t fix my ship, I’m not going to be responsible for the consequences…"
"You’re going to be pissed off anyway, so why should I care anymore?" Bulma whimpered. "Just as long as you have your goddamn fucking ship and leave us all the hell alone."
"So, you’re just going to sit there and cry just because they’re not minding their own damn business? Why should you give a shit what they think? If you’re going to act like a child, it’s your own stupid fault they’re going to treat you like one," he snorted. "Absolutely pathetic, as always…"
"No shit, Sherlock," Bulma mumbled, and gave a sad laugh. "You’re right Vegeta. I’m pathetic. I’m a loser who’s still living with her parents, who’s so fucking sick of waiting on everyone, and having to answer to everyone… KAMI!"
"Then don’t," Vegeta said. "Tell them to fuck off."
"It might work for a Prince, who’s got all the power in the world," Bulma said. "Who’s going to argue with someone who could blow up their planet, huh?"
"Don’t you forget it, girl," Vegeta laughed. "At last you’re showing some sense."
"Yeah, lucky me," Bulma mumbled. "Look, I know you want me to fix that ship or whatever, but I just need a few minutes to get my pathetic emotional self together, do you mind?"
"Why should I care one way or the other?" he grunted. "I just want my damn ship so I can train, and get the hell off this mudball."
"Sometimes I wish I could get away from this place too," she mumbled, wiping away her tears and sniffling. Vegeta watched her with those dark eyes of his, almost like a cobra staking out his prey. But Bulma felt strangely cheered up by the bad tempered ass. Without meaning to, he had stopped her from wallowing in self-pity.
"That’s so profound I’ll write it down. Maybe I’ll remember it," he sneered.
"I just don’t get you sometimes Vegeta… I mean you’re the LAST person on the planet I’d expect to come walking in here… I know you want me to work on your ship, but it’s a little WEIRD that you’re just hanging around here watching me cry? Unless you’re getting your shits and grins out of seeing the blue haired wench…"
"Actually it IS entertaining in it’s pathetic way, but I’m getting bored of all the sniveling. If you had any sense in that addled brain of yours you’d knock it off and do something useful," Vegeta answered.
"Uh huh. So where’s the ship already, genius?" she asked.
"In your purse, imbecile," Vegeta said as he tossed her purse to her. She caught it, and pulled a few tissues out to blow her nose.
"Come on, girl, get off the damn floor," he mumbled, grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet. "You’ve got better things to do than to abase yourself in this manner. Unless you enjoy being a low class baka."
"That’s me, the baka woman," she said sarcastically, slowly walking towards the exit of the lab. Vegeta followed her, a bit surprised by her current behavior. Secretly he was pleased she was finally showing some sense to help him achieve his goal.
"Insulting you is MY job, and don’t you forget it," Vegeta said, grabbing her arm.
"Uh huh, whatever you say, your highness," she mumbled with a laugh. Bulma slid her hand through his arm and lay her head against his shoulder. He flinched and glanced down at her as if she’d sprouted a second head.
"Are you ill?" he muttered, shaking off her hand.
"No, I’m just thinking what you just said was making sense. And that’s kind of scary," Bulma laughed as she leaned against him again. Grunting in annoyance Vegeta allowed her to continue this annoying display. Considering they were alone he did not mind her being this close, as he enjoyed the uncomplicated scent of her body.
"Now I know you’ve gone mad," Vegeta grunted, walking her in the direction of the ship hanger since she was obviously done with her temper tantrum. "You’re a spoiled brat. A spoiled rotten little idiot who doesn’t like not getting what she wants…"
"I AM a brat. So what’s it to you?"
"Perhaps you aren’t so low class after all," he mumbled. "That last display was as foolish as a concubine in the royal harem…"
"Why I suppose that’s another compliment, if the palace whores were higher class than your common average everyday grease monkey like me?" she shrugged.
"The palace whores WERE considered the best entertainers at what they did," Vegeta said mildly. "They knew their place, and they never failed to please the King."
"So now I’m your bitch, huh?" Bulma joked.
"You’re A bitch, but you’ve nothing to do with me," he mumbled.
"Jerk. And I actually thought you were finding me less than repulsive," she answered, leaning more heavily against him. "But if you wanted me to be your bitch, I might consider it as something that wasn’t so bad after all."
"You’re insane, woman," he laughed. "But I accept your offer of service…"
"Lucky me," Bulma said, surrendering to the insanity. Strangely she felt calm around Vegeta, feeling the solidness of his arm that had not pushed her away for a change.
"Then you have a lot of work to do," Vegeta said, letting her continue to lean on him. He raised an eyebrow at her arm sliding around his waist, and wondered if he should permit this woman to be so liberal with the royal person.
"At your service, your majesty," she laughed. He sniffed lightly to determine if she was intoxicated, but soon realized something ELSE other than alcohol was making her drunk. Was that the smell of pheromones?