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Chapter 5
Vegeta accompanied Bulma all the way to her room. Bulma quickly dove on her bed and sobbed.
Vegeta just stood by the door, looking at Bulma. He knew how lonely she felt now that Yamcha
has dumped her for another girl.
“Get a hold of yourself!” he said in his cold voice.
“Vegeta, thanks for the night but I really need to be alone,” Bulma sobbed, watching Vegeta look
at her.
“No, not unless you stop crying.”
“Why would you care if I stop crying?!”
“Well, uh, I won’t be able to concentrate on my training or won’t get any sleep with you crying
around!” he growled. “Look, don’t act so weak! I thought you were tougher than that! You
could yell at the almighty prince of Vegeta but cry over a weakling human?” Bulma sat up on her
bed and chuckled, Vegeta did have a point.
“You’re right. I going to get him and show who’s boss!”
Vegeta walked over to her. “I have a plan.” He bent over and whispered to Bulma’s ear.
Bulma giggled in excitement as he heard Vegeta’s plan.
“Got it?”
“Yes, I got it. Why are you helping me?”
“I have to repay you somehow for your hospitality. Even a prince must pay his debts,” he said,
turning around and walked out of Bulma’s room and returning to his.
***
The next day, Yamcha came over and apologized to Bulma.
“Do you think you’ll win me back by saying sorry!?” Bulma exploded.
“I can explain...” Yamcha stammered.
“Explain what?! Explain the way you kissed that blonde haired girl at the park?” she exploded
again and slapped Yamcha on the face. “Yamcha, I’ve been miserable ever since I hooked up
with you. We never went on a single decent date once, ever!”
Yamcha’s ear drums were practically cracking up, due to Bulma’s yelling. “Please give me
another chance,” Yamcha begged. Another slap landed on his face. Yamcha putted his hand on
his cheek, red from Bulma’s slaps. Vegeta caught his attention as he entered the room.
“Oh I see! You dumped me for this, this Saiyan Prince! Is that it!?” Yamcha yelled back.
“What if I said yes?” Bulma said sarcastically, she felt she was on the verge of winning. Vegeta
walked to Bulma and hugged her. “You see, unlike you, Vegeta shows up on a date.”
“How long have you been going out with him?” Yamcha asked, stunned that she has hooked up
with the very person that tried to destroy Earth.
“Go figure. Get out before I call security!” Bulma yelled, rubbing Vegeta’s cheek with her hand.
Yamcha just paused, still stunned.
“You heard her pal, get out or I’ll blast you to hell!” Vegeta said in his iciest, coldest voice.
Yamcha just nodded and exited the room. Vegeta release Bulma from his grasp and they turned
to the window. They saw Yamcha running down the street, tears fell from his eyes as he ran.
“Yes!” Bulma shouted as she jumped with joy. “I finally taught that him to mess with me.” She
turned to Vegeta who was about to exit the room. “Thanks Vegeta, I couldn’t have done it
without you,” she said hesitantly.
Vegeta just smirked at her.
“Vegeta.”
“What?”
“I want to thank you again, I wish you’re always like this,” Bulma finally finished. The Saiyan
Prince exited the room and resumed his training in his room.
***
“Don’t you think that was harsh?” Mrs. Briefs asked while they were preparing lunch.
“He deserves it,” Bulma snapped. She turned to the cupboards and took out some bowls and
putted them on the table.
“How did you convince Vegeta to help you anyway?” her mother asked, stirring a pot of noodles.
“I don’t know. He just sort of volunteered,” Bulma nodded.
“Well, go find him and give him this warm bowl of noodles,” Mrs. Briefs said, handing the bowl
to Bulma.
“Okay, I was going to see him anyway,” Bulma giggled, walking out of the kitchen while
humming to herself.
***
“One, two, three, four, six, uh, five, seven. Damn! I can’t think straight,” Vegeta cursed himself,
stopping his sit-ups. Bulma’s face kept appearing in his mind, he knew he was extremely
attracted to her, though he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Love was something he never
experienced. “What has that woman done to me?” he thought. He heard a knock on the door
and answered it.
“Good afternoon Vegeta, here’s your lunch,” Bulma said with a smile, handing the bowl over. He
just let out a “hmmpphhh” and slammed the door on Bulma’s face.
Bulma was surprised on what Vegeta just did, she thought he had changed. “Why that carrot
headed monkey!” she yelled as she stormed into Vegeta’s room.
“What the hell are you yelling about, woman!?” he demanded in his casual cold voice as he stood
up. Bulma’s face went red in anger.
“First of all it’s Bulma, not woman! Second, how dare you slam the door on my face! I treat you
like a prince by delivering your food here and fixing the gravity room when it does so you’d feel
like you’re home. What do I get for all that kindness!? Nothing! I get doors slammed on my
face or insults when I’m innocently doing nothing to you!”
“Look...” he tried to interrupt and a slap landed on his right cheek.
“Don’t interrupt me, monkey boy! From now on...” she paused as she saw Vegeta smirk, taking
the argument like a joke and another slap landed on his other cheek. “From now on, you feed
yourself, I don’t care if you starve to death! If you damage that gravity room, you fix it!” Bulma
yelled as loud as she could. “I thought you have changed Vegeta, but I guess you’ll never
change, you’re just like any other men! You’re all jerks!” she yelled again, tears flooded her eyes.
She stormed out of Vegeta’s room and went to hers.
Vegeta sank on the floor, surprised about just what happened.
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