Ch.4
Vegeta woke up panting. His black muscle shirt clung to him from sweat. It had
all been a dream.
He breathed a sigh of relief and had to wonder to himself were a dream like that
would come from. ~I certainly hope THAT never happens.~ He smirked to
himself, feeling pretty confident that she would NEVER try anything THAT
stupid. Especially after he had told her to stay away from him.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cheerful voice from behind his
door.
"Vegeta? Hun? Do you want to come down for some breakfast?" She chirped
happily.
"No. Not if your brat's gonna be there..." He regretted the words as soon as
they had left his mouth. ~Kuso! Did I ever sound like a little brat!(that would
be 'baby' to us). Wouldn't know if I was afraid of the woman or something...~
"Oh, that's too bad. And we had homemade waffles to. And I know how much
you love my waffles..."
~Damn! That woman may not be the brightest person in the universe, but she
sure knows how to bribe. Whether she knows she's doing it or not is another
story...~ He sighed and opened the door.
Mrs. Briefs beamed. "Oh now an't that nice! Come on now Veggie-Chan and
get some food in your tummy!"
He could feel his face getting hot at that play on his name. ~Why does
everyone have to DO that!!!~
She grabbed his arm and led him down the hallway and placed her head on his
shoulder. His face got even redder at that.
"My! Such a big strong man! And single too! Have you ever thought about
dating, hun?" Mrs. Briefs sang merrily.
Vegeta scowled and pulled away from her. "Do you ever shut-up with your
constant blabbering, woman?!"
She looked a bit confused at first and then started to giggle. "Oh, Veggie-
Chan! Your so funny some times! *tee-hee* I don't know what the others
meant by you being serious!"
Vegeta face vaulted. ~Good Kami!! How could anyone be so STUPID?!!!"
They finally reached the kitchen and Vegeta went to sit down only to stop dead
in his tracks as he came face to face with a certain blue-haired female. And to
make matters worse, all of the Human/Saiyajin/Namek's were there as well.
Goku smiled warmly at him and waved happily. "Hiya, Vegeta! Wow, it's great
to see you again!"
Vegeta flinched at his friendly greeting and scowled at him. "Shut-up
Kakarotto."
Goku, still smiling, just shrugged and said, "ok Vegeta. Whatever you want."
He then went back to happily munching his food.
Vegeta scanned the room looking for a place to sit that was far enough away
from his 3rd class rival.
Bulma noticed this and said invitingly,"Only one spot left, Vegeta." She patted
the seat next to her.
~Oh, crap...~ He reluctantly made his way around the table and sat down
next to her, making sure not to make eye contact with her or anyone else.
She smiled, delighted that he was cooperating, and started eating some of her
maple nut waffles. When she noticed that Vegeta wasn't eating anything, she
pulled her chair closer to his and spoke to him.
"You're not eating anything.." She said softly.
Vegeta scowled. "You're very good at stating the obvious, woman." Upon which
he moved his chair away from hers.
Bulma could feel her blood pressure beginning to rise and she desperately tried
to calm herself down. ~It's ok Bulma, just take a deep breath. You're going to
have to have LOTS of patience with this guy...~
She once again tried to communicate with the pigheaded Saiyajin Prince. "Well,
what's wrong? You would normally have the whole plate scarfed down by now
and ....."
She was abruptly cut off by the bitter prince. "Just mind your own business,
woman. I didn't ask you to psycho-analyse me! So back off already!!"
He angrily sprung from up from the table and started to stomp away. But
Bulma quickly reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.
He stopped and turned around to face her. She stood up as well and looked him
straight in the eyes. "What is wrong with you Vegeta! I was only trying to be
friendly! You didn't have to blow-up at me!" She was despairingly trying to keep
her temper in check but it wasn't working very well at all. He just made her so
mad! She couldn't help it!
Nobody had noticed the bickering two yet as they were all busy stuffing their
faces.
~What in the hell is this baka trying to pull! Dammit! Why doesn't she just get
a clue and back off!~ He twisted his wrist free from her surprisingly iron grip
and glared at her. "I thought I told you to BACK OFF!! CAN'T YOU GET
THAT THROUGH YOUR PEA-SIZED PIECE OF SHIT THAT
YOU CALL A BRAIN?!!!!!"
He then turned to leave the room when he felt a quick jerk on his arm and he
was suddenly whipped around to face her once again. He didn't have a chance
to say a word before he felt the sharp sting of what would be considered a
VERY hard slap, by human standards, across his cheekbone.
The room went into complete silence. It had started to do so as soon as they had
heard Vegeta yelling at Bulma, but now there wasn't a sound. That was to say
except the sound of deep breathing coming from the over infuriated prince, a
very good sign that he was NOT in a good mood.
He slowly raised his hand to his face. That had really hurt! He had had his "ki"
down and was not prepared for a blow like that. She had definitely left a mark
on him and that was completely unforgivable. NOBODY struck the prince
and got away with it.
The tension in the air was so thick that you could drown in it. Everyone was
terribly afraid that the very thin line that kept Vegeta from attempting to finish
the job that he had first come to earth to do, had been rendered to pieces...