Chapter One: Sweet Revenge
Bulma
opened her eyes. As she laid in her bed in a short, black nightie, she looked
around her room and noticed that her blankets were off of the bed.
"What was dreaming about?" She lay there for
twenty minutes wondering what she dreamt about. All she could remember was last
night, which wasn't her best night of sleep, and waking up too early didn't
help. She finally gave up trying to remember her dream and got out of bed.
She
stumbled over clothing that she threw off of herself before she went to bed the
last night, and walked over to the window, opened it and stepped out onto her
balcony. She was looked for what woke her up. Unfortunately, she didn't like
what she saw.
"Vegeta and his stupid training. Why does he have to
get up so early the morning and train? Doesn't he ever sleep?" she thought
to herself while squinting, because the sun was gleaming in her eyes. She
remembered hearing the gravity machine last night as well. She stared out her window. There was a few
clouds in the sky and the morning sun's rays where beaming down on the gravity
machine below, the trees swayed as the mild wind passed them. Then she walked
away from her window, not interested in Vegeta and his training any longer.
Not worrying about her appearance, she left her room and
walked down the stairs heading towards the kitchen. She walked to the kitchen
and over to the refrigerator. The wind from her opening the refrigerator door
brushed past her nightie.
"Burrrr! I should have gotten dressed before I came
in here. It's cold!" she said to herself as she leaned over and opened a
drawer to get an orange. After shutting the door to the refrigerator, she
walked to the counter and started cutting the orange.
"I
need a drink," Vegeta said to himself as he wiped his sweat off his
forehead and neck with a white towel. He flew down and opened the door of the
gravity room. He walked out of the gravity machine the wind blew past him
causing his pointy hair to sway in the wind. He took a deep breath of the sweet
morning air and walked toward the house. He walked through the back door into
the kitchen and he froze when he found himself in the presence of a beautiful
woman leaning over the counter. She was wearing a short nightie with her black
thong barely visible. The black nightie started to sway upwards when the wind
from outside came into the house. She suddenly got a chill as if another
presence was in the room watching her. When Vegeta recognized whom he was
staring at, he scowled. He did not want her to notice that he liked what he
saw.
"So,
woman, what are you doing up this early. Don't you want to get your beauty
sleep?" Bulma turned around and looked at Vegeta who was covered in sweat
from his hard furious training. Bulma thought to her self ~ oh wow he looks
so muscular ~ she couldn't help but stare at every perfect muscle on his
glistening body. Before she could say something, he started at her again,
"Cause, I know you need it." With that said, that repulsive smirk
came across his face. He knew she was beautiful but he could never tell her
because it would ruin his reputation. He could see she was getting highly
irritated by him just by being in the same room with him, let alone talking to
her.
"Well,
if you wouldn't be so damn noisy in all hours of the morning, I'd still be
sleeping, you high classed baka! And plus, I'm beautiful and don't forget
that!" she said very angrily, while putting her hands on her hips, which
was her classic attitude stance.
"Yeah
I can see that," Vegeta said when he looked at what she was wearing again.
Then Bulma realized she was still in her short black nightie, and blushed. She
looked at Vegeta who was giving her his smirk still. Bulma quickly ran up stairs
to change. She hurried to her room, changed her outfit, and walked back down
stairs into the hallway by the kitchen. ~Why should I even get dressed when
I'm going to get ready for my date with Yamcha in a little while ~ when she
was thinking this, the phone rang as if on Que.
"Mushi,
Mushi, Bulma"
"Hi
Bulma!"
"Oh
Yamcha, hi, you do remember we have a date tonight, right?" Bulma said
blushing as if she was talking to him in person. She started twisting the phone
cord around her fingers.
"Oh,
yeah, about that Bulma, I was…um…wondering if we could reschedule. I have been
training a lot and…" Yamcha was soon cut off by Bulma's angered voice.
"Yamcha,
you promised me! Besides you've cancelled three times already!" Bulma's
yelling caught Vegeta's attention, and he found it quite amusing.
~ Humans, always worried about stupid dates. Plus, what
is she doing with a lousy baka like him. He has cheated on her two times
before, but I can never miss Bulma yelling at that baka on the phone, it's so amusing
~
While
Vegeta was watching Bulma and her argument with Yamcha, she saw he was ears
dropping and she shot a dark look at him as she stuck out her tongue before she
turned around. Vegeta waited impatiently for Mrs. Briefs to come in and make
Vegeta some lunch.
"Fine
Yamcha and you'd better not be lying to me. You better make it up to me by
taking to me out on a nice expensive date!" she said with an irritated
voice, and she hung up. By the time she hung up, it was already noon. She then
walked to the kitchen. Mrs. Briefs was cooking lunch for Vegeta.
~Yet again my mother is subjected to his tormenting
ways, and cooking for him again~ she thought to her self as she scowled at
him. Her mother looked up at her as she was serving Vegeta his grilled cheese
sandwiches.
"Oh
Bulma, he cancelled on you again?" she stood up straight and put one hand
on her hip. "Well, one day, some nice man will sweep you off your feet and
you'll be happy." Mrs. Briefs walked over to the refrigerator, got the
milk out and poured it into Vegeta's cup. He just reached for it and took a
drink not giving Mrs. Briefs any thanks for her work.
~Just because he is a Prince it doesn't give him the
right to not show any gratitude to my mother. ~
"Yeah
mom, I hope your right, but in the mean time I have no clue what I'm going to
do tonight! And I just bought a new dress too!" she said turning to her
mother once again after looking at Vegeta and his rudeness.
Mrs.
Briefs walked up to Bulma and put her hand on Bulma's shoulder as if to comfort
her. She said to Bulma with a cheerful expression on her face, "Well,
since your father will be working late tonight, he won't be eating and Vegeta
will probably be training tonight," she glanced at Vegeta as if reassuring
that it was true. She then turned to Bulma again, "Why don't we go on a
mother daughter date? You know, go to a nice restaurant or something?"
"Well,
okay mom, I'll go, and plus it sounds a lot more fun than staying here!"
she scowled at Vegeta who was eaves dropping on their conversation. He laughed
aloud and cleared his throat.
Later
that night, Mrs. Briefs walked up to the staircase and yelled up to Bulma,
"Bulma, sweetie, are you ready?"
"Just
a second mom, I will be right down!" Bulma yelled down from her bedroom.
She looked in the mirror, the dress fitted perfectly, so perfectly. Her dress
was falling over her graceful curves. There were two small slits in sides of
the midnight blue satin dress. The shoulder straps were very thin, the neckline
was low and her soft blue hair cascaded down her back, falling over her
shoulders.
Bulma
walked down the stairs and Vegeta walked into the living room. He stopped in
his tracks when he saw Bulma. He scoped her from her feet to her head. She was
wearing black high heals and a blue dress that seem to be a little short for
her. Her dress gave enough cleavage for Vegeta's jaw to drop on the floor. Her
hair was relaxed over her shoulders and it didn't seem she had much make up on.
Bulma saw his reaction and a smirk came across her face.
"Geez, Vegeta haven't you seen a woman in a dress
before?"
"You're
going out to dinner in that dress? Isn't it a little...?"
Vegeta was about to say more but he was cut off when Mrs.
Briefs walked in the room exclaiming, "Oh, Bulma you look so beautiful!
Too bad Yamcha cancelled the date with you."
"Yeah,
I was going to wear this for our date tonight, do you like it? I bought it
yesterday!"
"Well
sweetie, by the look on Vegeta's face, maybe he should take you out." Vegeta
still had the same look on his face since Bulma came down.
"NO!"
Vegeta said shortly and walked out the room stomping.
"What
a grouch, come on mom lets go!"
Bulma
and Mrs. Briefs got to the restaurant and had already been seated. The waiter
came to their booth and took Mrs. Brief's order. In the middle of Bulma's
order, Bulma looked to the restaurant entrance where she saw Yamcha and another
woman walk in.
"What the hell?" Bulma said with a strange look on her face.
"What?"
her mother asked.
Bulma
eyed the other waiter taking Yamcha and the strange woman to the table across
the room from her. Yamcha was so distracted by this woman that he didn't see
Bulma.
"Miss, um... miss, your order?" The waiter
called for her attention, but Bulma was staring across the room. Mrs. Briefs
looked at her daughter and saw that she was getting angry, and then leaned over
to see what she was staring at.
"Oh
dear!" Mrs. Briefs sighed.
Bulma
couldn't take it any longer. She stood up and walked over to her cheating
boyfriend. Bulma stood by their table and put a smile on her face to sound
pleasant. "Hello, Yamcha." When she said this sarcastic
greeting, Yamcha's face went white. He slowly lifted his head, dreading to see
who it was. He was expecting to see a monster, but it was worse, it was his
girlfriend who just caught him cheating, again.
"B-B-Bulma!
It's…uh…not what you think! Ah you see I was training and I…uh…" he was
interrupted by the woman sitting across from him.
"Yamcha,
honey?" she said with confusion in her voice, "Who is this
woman?"
"Honey!"
Bulma roared, she didn't notice the people in the restaurant were now staring
at her. "Oh I see how it is. Your training is to cheat on me! Is
that it? You lousy Baka! Well, since I ruined your beautiful evening with this
other woman anyway, I'd like to say that you, and me are over!" Yamcha was
going to argue with her but she interrupted him again, "And don't even
think about sucking up to me this time. Good bye!" Bulma's hair snapped as
she quickly turned around and power walked out of the restaurant. She reached
in her pocket and pulled out the capsule for her jet scooter. With a loud bang,
Bulma flew off leaving her mom at the restaurant and Yamcha calling for her to
come back. She sped up, not wanting to hear him with her tears flying behind
her.
It
had been ten minutes since she had started towards home, but Bulma was still
shaking with barely repressed fury. "Damn him!" she snarled with hot,
angry tears rolling down her cheeks. "Damn him! Damn him! Damn him! Damn
him! How could he? I mean after all the things we did together."
She
noticed that her cell phone was ringing at about the same time that she
realized she had left her mother at the restaurant.
"Hello?"
Bulma said breathing fast and heavily.
"Hi,
sweetie, it's me;" Mrs. Briefs answered. "Yamcha's going to take me
home and pick up some of the things he left there."
"Good,"
Bulma snapped.
"Honey,
are you all right?" said in a worried tone.
"No,"
she said shortly. Then she hung up on her mother, not wanting to talk to
anyone.
Vegeta
was in the kitchen at Capsule Corp, munching from a box of heavily sugared
cereal, when Bulma came in, slamming the door behind her.
"Yamcha
is such a loser!" she yelled, yanking open the refrigerator and grabbing
something to drink. She barely noticed the attractive Saiyan who was wearing
nothing but a pair of small white boxers.
"Humph.
I told you that a long time ago," Vegeta mumbled with a mouthful of dry
Chocolate Sugar Crunchies. He thought all of Kakarot’s friends were losers.
Bulma
growled incoherently, taking a drink. ~ I wish I could just grab some
stranger off the street and start kissing him right in front of Yamcha, that
would show him~ Just then, she happened to glance at Vegeta and notice his
clothing, or rather, the lack of it. She glanced at her watch, and then allowed
a grin to spread across her face as a truly wicked idea crossed her mind. She
had always considered Vegeta to be very attractive, and if Yamcha saw her kissing
the homicidal sociopath, it would definitely upset him.
"What
are you smiling about, woman?" Vegeta demanded, frowning slightly. He had
lived at Capsule Corp. long enough to know when the blue haired shrew was up to
something.
"Oh,
I just find it slightly amusing that you were actually right about
something," she said sweetly, referring to his earlier comment.
He
glared at her. "I've been right about a lot of things!" he snarled,
slamming the box of cereal down on the counter.
"Yeah,
Whatever," she said walking into the living room so that she would be in
the direct line of sight from the front door. Vegeta followed her, just as she
had hoped he would.
"You
have no right to talk to me like that, woman!" he shouted. "I'm a
prince, remember? You should show proper respect."
"Oh,
wow, the prince of a mostly extinct race. I'm so impressed," she said
sarcastically, her hands planted firmly on her hips. Everything was going
according to her plan.
"Shut
up or I'll destroy you!" he screamed, his face flushed with anger.
"That's
mighty big talk for a pointy haired midget. You're the one who needs to shut
up, and if you don't, I'll make you."
"Humph.
I'd like to see you try," he said with an amused smirk, crossing his arms.
"Okay,
I will," she said. Then she did something he was completely unprepared
for. She grabbed his shoulders, pulled him to her, and kissed him. Bulma's plan
had worked out perfectly; Yamcha came in the door just as she pressed her lips
against Vegeta's. But she hadn't planned for what happened next.
Vegeta
was completely confused. One moment he was in the middle of a typical argument
with the blue haired woman and the next, her body was pressed firm against his
own and she was kissing him. The unexpected move completely scattered his wits.
With rational thought temporarily out of commission, Vegeta's instincts took
over, kicking his hormones into hyper drive. He slid his arms around Bulma's
waist and kissed her in return, not truly aware of what he was doing.
~This is nice~ Bulma thought, forgetting all about
Yamcha and her plan for getting back at him. Vegeta was a much better kisser
than Yamcha, and she found that she rather enjoyed not having to tilt her head
back in order to kiss a man.
Yamcha
stared at the two of them passionately kissing. ~Why am I letting them do
this! ~ Yamcha ruined the moment and started yelling at Bulma "you
know I don't need you. I have a back up girlfriend anyways!" When he said
that, he backed out of the doorway, and ran away into the night.
Mrs.
Briefs stood near the door, wondering what on earth was going on. Vegeta
released Bulma and stepped away from her; his expression was an equal mixture
of confusion and disbelief. He started to say something, but she shook her head
and ran to her room, just as confused as he was.
~*~