Woven Stories
chapter 6
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"What do these pethatic people mean with lemon?" Vegeta asked. Not knowing what the hell they meant with 'V/B Chichi is baby sitting Trunks, Bulma's parents are on a business trip and capsule corp is left alone.. or is it? Lemon Alert!'
He looked at her as she uneasily began to stutter.
"I.. I.. ehmm.."
Why is she so nervous? They sure.. didn't mean THAT sort of lemon.. did they? The little pervs!
"Well Vegeta.. I .. eh.."
It wouldn't be so bad to read.. it might even be quite interesting.
He looked at her as she nervous started to bite her fingernails.
No it wouldn't be that bad at all..
"You know.. I.. ehmm.. "
He went to sit a little closer to her.
The prince used his left hand to turn her face to his.
He could hear her breath quicken as she was forced to look at him.
She looked beautiful.
He had the urge to lean over and kiss her. How would it feel her lips pressed against his? Her body pressed against his? When he looked up to read her eyes she was staring at his lips. Probably thinking the same thing. She suddenly looked up, fear and yet hope reflected in her eyes.
Did she wanted him to kiss her?
He pulled her closer.
"Ow.. just look at the time." Bulma said, quickly standing up. "you're so right Vegeta, I bet your hungry. I will make you a nice big dinner!" she said happy as she sprinted downstairs quickly the door closing behind her.
And there sat the proud prince, staring at the white screen. One minute he almost had her, and the other she was happily making dinner.
Not that he wanted her or anything. Of course he didn't want her, he was a saiyan prince! A mighty warrior, he did not have time for such weak entertainment. He had to train.
He grunted, training will be good to clear his mind. Not wanting to face her he flied out of the room window.
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Bulma let out a deep sigh when she reached the kitchen, safe and sound. What the hell just happend?
Vegeta almost kissed her. HE wanted to kiss her! Vegeta for kami's sake! That's the same as if asking Master Rochi to stop staring at your breasts. It's plainly impossible!
And yet the kiss happend.
Or rather almost happend.
Not that she wanted it to happen or anything.
Gah! It's all the fault of those stupid story writers. They we're the ones messing up all her mind!
She quickly made some sandwiches - let's say about fifty, she lost count after that - before leaving capsule corp to visit Yamcha. In order to avoid Vegeta.
Maybe some time with her boyfriend would get her mind of Vegeta.
How pethatic did that sound?
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Cheers were heard inside as she pressed the doorbell of his small appartment. It sounded like Yamcha was watching a game with a few friends.
She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the door to open.
"Hey Babe!" Her boyfriend greeted her and gave her a cheek kiss. "How nice for you-"
His sentence was interrupted by the cheers in the living room, and he sprinted away to see what had happend.
Bulma sighed and entered the room.
Her eyes narrowed as she saw a girl with a baseball cap on Yamcha's lap hugging him while screaming "Strike!"
And he just let her.
There were two other boys on the couch which she didn't recognised. She didn't recognise the girl either.
Now all their eyes were on the tv again.
What was she doing here again?
She eyed the girl once again as she was still on his lap. Not hugging him, just watching the game.
Yamcha, also consumed by the game, wasn't giving any attention to Bulma.
It was dead silent.
There was probably something exciting going on in the game, but Bulma was oblivious to this.
All she could do was stare at the girl sitting on the lap of her Yamcha.
They looked cute together.
This scared her, she never thought that her boyfriend looked cute with someone else.
Suddenly she noticed how much their pose looked like the fanart drawning of her and Vegeta. The way the girl was holding Yamcha.
It didn't really seem wrong. No, it didn't look wrong at all.
Maybe things were really over between her and Yamcha.
She would lie if she would say she loved him. And she knew he didn't love her the way he did once.
Then what was left?
The sound of cheers faded as she left the appartment without a single goodbye.
It was over.
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To Be Continued..
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