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Chapter 4
It was 5:30 in the afternoon and Bulma was running around Capsule Corporation, panicking,
looking for things to prepare for her date with Yamcha. “Oh my God! It’s 5:45! My eye brows
aren’t done yet!” Bulma wailed in panic. “Where did I put that green dress!” Bulma looked
around her closet and found it. She putted it on and checked herself out in the mirror. She
observe her whole body and wailed in panic again. “How could I forget to do my nails! Where
did I put that nail polish?!” She searched her skin care drawers that contained lotions, perfumes,
and other beauty stuff. “I can’t find it! Aaaahhh! Yamcha’s coming any second now!” She took
out some stuff from her drawer, dropping them on the floor and she finally found it. She turned
to her bed and sat down, applying the nail polish.
“Oh! That woman! She’s driving me crazy! I can’t do a single push-up because of her wailing!”
Vegeta growled, who was training in his room.
After applying her nail polish, her phone rang. She picked the phone up and it was Yamcha.
“WHHHAAATTT!!! You mean after all that hard work of making myself look beautiful...
Arrrggghhh! That’s it! You stood me up for the last time! I’m not going out with you anymore!
We’re finished and don’t come begging to me either!” Bulma was pissed, she turned the phone
off and threw it against the wall. She sank on the floor and sobbed on her bed.
“Finally! The woman finally shut up! Now for my training,” Vegeta assured himself as he began
to do his push-ups. “One, two, three...aaahhh!” he fell on the floor as he heard Bulma cry.
“Arrrrggghhh! That’s it! I’m going there and make that woman shut up myself!” he growled as
he walked all the way to Bulma’s room. He found the door opened so he invited himself. He
found Bulma, sitting on the floor, crying on her bed.
“Go away Vegeta,” Bulma sobbed.
“Now what is wrong you? Oh! I get it, your weakling boyfriend dumped you!” he said in a
sarcastic voice. “Don’t act so weak! He’ll continue to hurt you like this if you don’t do
something about it. Anyway, it’s just a mate, like what you humans say, there’s plenty of fish in
the pond.” Bulma got up and turned to her drawer. She began to throw lotion bottles, her hair
dryer, perfume bottles, and many more at Vegeta who just dodged them.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that again!” Bulma spat, defending her pride. “Why do you
care?”
“I don’t! I just came here to shut you up,” Vegeta growled as he was about to leave Bulma’s
room. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait! Do...do you want to go out tonight? A walk in the park maybe?” Bulma hesitated to ask.
“Why me?”
“Well, I just want to get to know you better.”
“I could use the exercise. Just give me a few minutes to fix myself up.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting downstairs.”
***
“What’s taking him so long?” Bulma asked herself, waiting impatiently for Vegeta. After ten
minutes of waiting, Vegeta came downstairs from the elevator. Bulma was shocked to see
Vegeta so neat and for once, he wasn’t wearing his fighting outfit or his jogging suit. Vegeta
wore a pair of black leather shoes, a blue shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and he also wore a leather
jacket over his shirt, the one he wanted from the mall, the one with “Bad Boy” written on it.
“Wow, you look like any regular Earth hunk,” Bulma complimented with a giggle.
“What’s a hunk? And don’t you dare compare me to a human!” Vegeta growled.
“Let’s just get going.”
The two went out and Bulma took out capsule and threw it on the ground, it transformed into a
car.
“Hop on,” she offered. Vegeta just hopped in and put his seat belt on when Bulma told him to.
He followed everything Bulma told him while they were on the car. He never got on a car before,
so he just listened to Bulma so there won’t be any trouble.
“Before we go to that park, why don’t we eat?” Bulma suggested. “Aha! That looks like a good
place.” She pulled over to the restaurant and minimized the car back into a capsule. The
restaurant they went in was McDonald’s. They went to the counter and ordered their food.
“What can I get you ma’am, sir?” the cashier asked with a smile.
“I’ll have a cheese burger, small fries, and a medium diet coke,” Bulma replied.
“How about you sir?”
“Get me one of everything.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said one of everything! Can’t you get that through your head!” Vegeta snapped. Bulma putted
her finger on his lips as everyone glared at them.
“That will be 150.84” Bulma paid the cashier and the cashier smiled back.
“The food will be delivered to your table in a few minutes and here’s your receipt. Have a nice
evening!”
Bulma searched for a spot and found one by a window. The table was big though, but
considering how much food Vegeta ordered, they needed it. They sat down, across from each
other. It was getting quiet so Bulma started a conversation.
“Hey look! Doesn’t the sunset look beautiful?” Bulma started.
“Yes. I have to admit, your planet sure is beautiful unlike mine,” Vegeta smirked.
They watched the sun set and there was peace and quiet between them, normally they would be
arguing by now. The peace was putted to an end when three waiters came and delivered their
food.
“Thank you very much,” Bulma said with a smile. As the waiters were out of sight, they started
to eat.
“Which one should I start first?” Vegeta asked himself.
“Start with the Big Mac.” Bulma answered as though she could’ve read his mind.
“Okay.” Vegeta unwrapped the burger and took a bite. It was delicious, much better than
Bulma’s cooking. When Bulma was just half-way finished her cheese burger and fries, Vegeta
was done. Surprisingly, not a single stain was on his shirt nor on his face or fingers.
“How could he get all that food in his mouth without having to eat like Gokou?” Bulma thought.
Though Vegeta ate in front of her, she didn’t really notice, her mind was focused on Yamcha, she
can’t believe that she had lost him for good.
“Hurry up, Bulma,” Vegeta said in a soft voice.
“Oh!” was Bulma’s only answer.
Vegeta noticed that she was thinking about something but didn’t bother to find out what. He just
looked up on the dark sky, looking where Vegeta would be if Freeza didn’t blow it up.
“I’m finished.”
“Oh! Uh...let’s go.”
The two got up and walked outside.
***
“It’s sure is chilly tonight,” Bulma shuddered, hugging herself.
“Here, this will make you warm,” Vegeta said as he took off his leather jacket and handed it to
Bulma. Bulma just putted it over her shoulders.
“Thanks,” she said, as she stared at Vegeta, wondering about his unselfish act. Vegeta smirked,
his eyes and his smirk seemed to sparkle under the park’s lights, he looked incredibly dashing.
Vegeta stared at her in return and also found her attractive. They stared at each other for
seconds, which seemed like minutes.
“Click,” a photographer has taken a picture of them while they were staring at each other. To
Bulma’s surprised, she dropped his jacket. She turned around and saw the photographer taking
out the picture from his Polaroid camera while Vegeta reached down for his favourite jacket.
Bulma took the picture and gave the photographer a couple of bucks in return.
“Let me take a look,” Vegeta said as he putted his jacket back on.
“Here.”
“That cheap photographer didn’t catch my good side,” he complained.
“Vegeta, you looked dashing.” The Saiyan Prince just blushed on Bulma’s compliment.
“Come on,” a voice said seductively.
Vegeta and Bulma turned to their left side, finding out where the voice came from. Vegeta
cleared the branch of bushes beside them and saw Yamcha with a blonde girl.
“That bastard!” Bulma whispered angrily as tears began to roll down her cheeks as she watched
Yamcha kiss the girl with her. They were sitting on a bench, far from Vegeta and her. Vegeta
smirked in intrigue as he knew Yamcha is going to get some beating when Bulma gets her hands
on him. He turned to Bulma and saw her crying on the ground.
“Do you want to go back?” Vegeta suggested as he offered his hand to Bulma.
“Yes, please,” she sniffed, taking Vegeta’s hand, getting up. Bulma reached for the car capsule in
her purse but Vegeta stopped her.
“Let’s fly instead,” he suggested. Bulma turned to Vegeta and putted her hands around his neck.
“You better not drop me,” she sniffed.
“Just hold on tight.” He putted his hands around her waist and took to the air, heading to
Capsule Corporation.
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