Dangerous Bond

Chapter 11 : Show me..

Bulma woke late in the morning, if 12:45 could be considered morning. She was in her own king-size bed, which was definitely NOT where she'd gone to sleep. She turned over onto her side and slid her legs out of bed. She was still dressed in the knee length skirt she had worn yesterday and her hair was a mess.

Undressing, she showered down before stepping into a soapy bath, marveling at the relaxing effect on her muscles. She sank down to her nose in the warm water, blowing an offending clump of suds away from her. Leaning her head back against the side of the bath she began to daydream, the subject in every one of her fantasies a certain Saiyan prince.

Vegeta himself had just finished *gasp* feeding himself, not wanting to wake his lady from her beauty sleep. Sitting back in his chair he stretched his arms over his head, his stomach comfortably full. He had tried to train straight after he woke, but found his still hurt body unable to take more than 20 pressups before he collapsed under the strain. When he was better he'd work overtime to catch up. Until then... He could do anything his aching muscles would allow.

The doorbell rang. Once, twice, three times. Vegeta-Ouji glared at the door, not wanting to get up, but his thoughts returned to Bulma. If he didn't open the blasted door then whoever was outside would wake her up with his/her stupid doorbell ringing. Growling to himself the prince got up and yanked the door open, breaking the guard chain he had forgotten to remove. He bit back a groan.

"What do you want, Kakarot?"

"Hey, Vegeta!" The other Saiyan replied in his usual happy-go-lucky tone, "How're you doing? I was wondering if we could spar, Gohan and Piccolo can't keep up."

'Oh great,' Vegeta thought to himself, 'Now I'm gonna have to admit to being too weak to accept his challenge, or get thoroughly beaten in the... GR...?'

"I can't."

"Huh?" It wasn't like Vegeta to turn down a fight. "Why? Something up?"

"The GR isn't working, Kakarot. Now get lost." The agitated Saiya-jin began to walk away.

"You broke it?" Goku asked, not getting Vegeta's anything-but-subtle hint. "Isn't Bulma gonna fix it?"

Vegeta stopped and looked over his shoulder. "She will, when she's awake."

With an extraordinary spurt of brain power Goku smiled innocently. "So, you're letting her sleep in?"

Vegeta glared at the third-class baka. "Yes." He replied defensively, "Is that a problem?"

"Naw." Goku replied, his smile practically reaching his ears. "You be good to her, 'kay, Vegeta?"

"What do you mean by... that?" He asked the air, then scowled and left the room.

Bulma got out of the tub, rinsing off the suds, and wrapped a towel around her body. It was a bit too small and she had to fight to make it cover all the places it needed to. Leaving the bathroom she stepped out into the hall.

"Hey, Geta!" She called to him, then continued on when she heard his answering grunt. "Who was that at the door?"

"That fool Kakarot." Vegeta replied, appearing in the doorway of his room.

He froze when he saw her, still dripping and struggling with the towel. Her turquoise hair was hanging long over her shoulders and she was shivvering slightly.

"Oh, did he want to spar with you?" She inquired, oblivious to Vegeta's sudden lack of words or sharp-tongued retorts.

The prince nodded dumbly, eyes fixated on her. That's when she realised. Turning a deep shade of red Bulma made a clumsy excuse and backed hurriedly into her room.

'Ahhrgg! The embaressment!'

She hurriedly dressed herself and toweled the worst of the water from her hair.

'Oh well, at least he didn't look at me like Yamjerk would do...'

Yes, Vegeta was definitely a better choice than Yamcha, in more ways than one. There was one thing that really bothered Bulma, however. The androids. What if her newfound love was killed when he went out on the front lines to fight the stupid machines, as the boy had said happened in his future time? She didn't think she could take that.

She shouldn't worry, she knew. Vegeta was strong. He was training so hard, he had to reach Super Saiyan level soon. She blinked, stopping in the middle of brushing her hair through. It was now 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and her prince still hadn't come through and made her fix the GR. Was he slacking off?

An unimpressed look took over her face. Vegeta didn't think he was going to give up, did he? She thought this over. Doubtfull. Perhaps he was letting her sleep in. Or perhaps he was actually taking his much needed rest...? Leaving her room she set off in search of him.

Vegeta was actually outside, acquainting himself with the strange human custom of relaxation. He was sitting in one of the Breifs' deckchairs on the patio, soaking up some rays. The prince was pretty sure he understood what he was meant to do. Just lie here, and do nothing. It sounded pretty strange to him, whenever he stopped fighting or training or eating for a while it would be to think about something to do with fighting or training or eating.

Vegeta smiled to himself, the sun's rays felt pretty good as they heated his body. Even his tail agreed, laying still beside him. Closing his eyes, the Saiya-jin let himself doze, unaware that Bulma was driving herself mad trying to find him within the house.

She appeared angrily on the patio half an hour later and slumped into one of the chairs. When she saw who was sat in the one opposite hers the genius felt the muscle under her eye twitch. All.. that time.... AND HE WAS RIGHT HERE!! She towered above him, fingers twitching in a 'I'm-gonna-strangle-you' motion when she realised what he was doing.

'What? I didn't think Vegeta knew how to relax... He must be slacking off!'

"Oi! Veg-head!!" She shouted in his ear, making the prince jump a mile.

He landed on his feet, both hands covering the offended ear. "What was that for?!" He demanded, "Is it against your religion to let me rest?"

"You're slacking off!" She insisted, "I thought all you cared about was becoming a Super Saiya-jin."

"So you wanted me to come disturb your lie in?" He snapped in response, "If you really hate sleeping late then you should say so, it wouldn't take much for me to wake you every morning at 4:00! And as for slacking off, I NEVER slack off."

"What's this then?" She demanded, "Come on! Explain."

He sniffed self-righteously, "If you must know, I found myself too weak to train, didn't want to wake you and decided I'd try out one of your stranger customs."

She blinked, "You weren't slacking off?"

"What do you take me for, onna?"

Bulma looked down guiltily, "I'm sorry, Geta. I... jumped to conclusions."

He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to give her his normal death glare. Just the sight of her looking so guilty stopped it from working and he gave a sigh of defeat, arms dropping to his sides.

"Appology accepted. Now that you're awake..."

"You want me to fix the GR."

"Let me finish my sentance! No, I don't care about the GR right now, I'm in no condition to use it anyway. I was wondering... If you could show me what you humans do to have... fun."

Bulma felt a huge grin cross her face. "Sooo, big, strong Vegeta-Ouji wants little me to teach him how to have fun... Right, sure. Well, first I need to know what you like doing, okay?"

Vegeta blinked. "What I like doing?"

"Yeah, you know. What you do in your time off. Like swimming and such."

"I, uh..." He thought about it. What did he do in his spare time? "Eat, mostly."

Bulma sweatdropped. "Urr, right. I should've guessed that. But what do you do when you're not eating, huh?"

"I train, fight and destroy things. Oh, come on! This isn't going anywhere! The entire point of this is for you to show me how to have fun, meaning I don't know how to right now!"

Bulma tried not to laugh at the aggitated Saiya-jin.

'He looks so sexy when he's mad.' She surpressed a smile, 'But then, he always looks delicious...'

She was just about to say something else when Vegeta suddenly sat up and looked over his shoulder. Then he shrugged and turned back to her.

"Your parents are back." He informed her.

How had he known that? Ki sensing, probably. She sure couldn't see or hear anything. And he was right, too. Not too long after the door to the main room opened and Bunny tottered in on her high-heels, dragging a small sack behind her.

"Hi mom." Bulma greeted the blonde haired airhead, then grinned evily at Vegeta, "You need some help with the bags?"

Bunny looked up, "Oh, yes please dear. There are ten more to come, your father has one."

"Okay then. Geta, I've got a job for you..."

At the bottom of the steps Vegeta pulled all ten lugage containers onto his shoulders and took off into the air, landing beside the bag Bunny had set down and leaving the rest there.

"Happy?" He demanded, tail flicking arrogantly.

"Yes, thank you, Geta-san." Bulma replied sweetly, trying to annoy him while her parents were around.

Her father came into the room and gave his daughter a hug. "Good to see you, Bulma." He greeted.

"Did you have a good trip, dad?" She asked.

"Oh, it was great, Bulma honey!" Bunny shreiked, "It was sunny and warm and we had a nice big hotel room."

Dr. Breifs coughed loudly and turned to Bulma, "What about you? All work and no play, I suppose?"

"Mostly." She replied, ignoring the daggers Vegeta was staring at her, "But I had an OK time. Oh yeah, before we go? The GR's busted, so don't freak too bad when you see all the junk on the lawn." Grabbing Vegeta's arm she jerked playfully, "Let's go, Geta. We've got all afternoon yet!"

With that the two of them left, leaving Dr. Breifs to scratch his head while his wife went on about what a nice couple they'd make.

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