Chapter
Three: Pizza Night
Vegeta
finished with his training early because he couldn't stop thinking of what
happened. He went to his room to take a long, hot shower. Vegeta stood in the
shower thinking. "Why was she staring at me like that?" he thought.
"She hates me and I hate her. It's just the way things have always been.
Hell, it's the one thing we do agree on!" Vegeta stepped out of the
shower. "She couldn't possibly love me. Not with that idiot boyfriend of
hers, Yamcha, always running around." This reassured Vegeta, and he began
to walk down the hall to his room, not knowing the incident that happened earlier
with her and Yamcha.
Bulma
sat in her room while talking on the phone. She had ordered five pizzas for
dinner since she didn't feel like cooking. Two of them were for her and her
parents, who would be home in an hour, and three were for Vegeta. Just then,
the doorbell monitor rang. "That must be the pizza," Bulma said to
herself as she walked to her desk. She turned on the monitor. Sure enough, the
pizza man stood impatiently at the door.
Bulma
dashed out her door to the stairway (she was on the third floor and had to get
to the door before the pizza guy figured no one was home.) As she tore down the
hall, she turned around, still running, to aim a remote at her door to lock it.
Unfortunately, before she turned the right way again, she ran into what felt like
a steel wall. There stood Vegeta, still in nothing but a towel.
"Where
the hell are you going in such a hurry?" he snapped.
Bulma
said nothing. Once again, the sight of Vegeta's nearly naked body overwhelmed
her, and all she could do was stare.
"Hello?
I said where are you going? Woman! What are you looking at? Answer me!"
yelled Vegeta.
"Oh!
I, umm..." Stuttered Bulma, "Oh yeah, I'm going to get your dinner.
Unless, of course, the pizza guy left alrea…Hey! What are you
doing?" Without a word, Vegeta had jumped out the window and flown
down to the pizza man.
"Oh
well, at least now I know for sure we'll get the pizza. Vegeta sure flew down
there fast enough... OH SHIT!" screamed Bulma, and then she tore down the
stairs. When she got to the front door, though, she saw that it was too late.
All that was there was Vegeta holding five pizza boxes and lying next to him
was a smoking pile of ashes, on top of which lay the charred remains of a pizza
delivery boy hat.
"Vegeta!
You have to stop blowing up the pizza men or they'll never deliver to us
again!" Bulma yelled.
Every
time Vegeta met a deliveryman at the door, the poor man never got away. Vegeta
had no concept of money, and the deliveryman wouldn't leave until he was paid.
In order to get rid of him, Vegeta blew him up. One week, Vegeta had been in a
particularly nasty mood and had used the poor pizza man as target practice.
Sure enough, this time, Vegeta's excuse was no different.
"He
asked for money. I told him I had none, but he kept pestering me, so I blew him
up." Vegeta replied as if he had been asked what day it was. Bulma,
although mad, could not help but see this situation as rather funny and busted
out laughing.
"Sorry
Vegeta," she said when she recovered from her laughing fit. "But
you've got to admit, it is funny."
"I
fail to see the humour in that, baka. I blew him up, so what?" growled
Vegeta before walking into the house.
Bulma
sighed. "If only he'd smile every now and then," she said to herself.
With that, she followed Vegeta into the house. Inside, Bulma slowly ate her
pizza and watched Vegeta scarf down a whole slice in two bites. Once his three
pizzas were gone, he began to open Mr. And Mrs. Briefs' pizzas. Bulma, however,
grabbed his arm before it could reach the box.
"Don't
even think about it," she said flatly, as though Vegeta were no more
dangerous than a two-year old child.
Vegeta
was stunned. No human, or Saiyan for that matter, had ever done that to him
before. Normally, they just let him do whatever he wanted, and then begged for
mercy if they made him angry. Yet this little woman who he could kill without a
second thought had just told him what to do. It was almost as if she had Saiyan
qualities herself.
~Yes,
with a silky blue tail and the strength of a Saiyan, she would make the perfect
mate...Wait! What am I thinking? ~ Vegeta almost yelled at himself out loud
for thinking of something so absurd and outrageous. Surely, he thought this
foolish baka was not worthy of being the great prince Vegeta's mate? He jerked
his arm away with such force that Bulma almost fell off her chair.
"Don't
touch me, Baka," he spat. He then stormed out of the kitchen, no doubt to
go and train some more.
~*~