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A Bulma x Vegeta Fanfic

Chapter 3
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Bulma had gotten home early so that she could get ready for the dinner date. Yamcha had told her to dress nice and be ready at eight. So naturally, she needed two hours. She sat in her room a curling iron wrapped around a strip of hair, when Vegeta walked in. He leaned on the door frame as he watched her with his dark eyes. She looked at him through the mirror. "What is it?" she said, really not really feeling up to dealing with him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, struggling to keep his tone under control. If he was going to figure out what the hell kind of power this woman had, he had to be as sneaky as she was.

Bulma blinked.  She pulled the curling iron from her hair as she turned to face him. "What?" she asked completely lost. What did he care where she was going? He had spent the last few months refusing to even be around her. She searched him for a moment. He was actually dressed in more than his normal spandex shorts. Dark jeans and a white button shirt with a few of the buttons on top left open. How was it he could just be sexy in anything he wore? It wasn't fair.

He looked down, away from her blue eyes to the dress she was wearing. It was a deep navy dress that came to about mid-thigh. It fit her form like a glove, showing off every curve. Her long legs were crossed, giving a slight pull at her skirt. "You're going to dinner." He said, jumping to the point. The hell was he doing? He didn't know this kind of game. His head popped up. It was a battle; he just had to keep telling himself that. It was something he had to win if he was going to have peace of mind. "I'm coming." He barked, inviting himself.

Bulma's mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?" her voice slightly high. "I think I didn't hear you right." She stood and put her hands upon her curvy hips. "What did you say?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "I'm coming." He smirked. "You going to stop me?" he dared her.  There was a portion of him that wished that she would. That way he really didn't have to go. If he got her mad enough, she would scream and rant like she normally did and he could go back to training without a thought.  However, this was not the case.

Bulma's dropped mouth pulled into a smile. Perhaps this was the Vegeta she thought that she saw. The kinder side of him that actually had more on his mind then simply fighting. "Sure" she said holding out a finger, "but only if you promise to behave." She smirked as she got a snort of disgust and the image of him leaving the room, his arms folded across his chest in a pout. She giggled before sitting back down and picked up the iron. This put her in a much better mood, though it didn't make sense why. Yamcha would be angry with her. It wasn't like those two got along. Though, it might be a good middle ground over dinner for them to get to know each other.

A half hour and she was ready to go as she put on a layer of lipstick and picked up her bag. Down the stairs, she saw Vegeta leaning against a wall, his eyes closed and head down. She moved over to him. "Don't look like you're going into something that will kill you." She said brightly. "It's just dinner."

He opened an eye to her. The simple touches of whatever she put on her face hid the softness of her features. He didn't like it.

The door opened and Yamcha stepped in. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his black hair as it normally was. He took a look a Bulma and smiled widely, whistling slightly. "Wow, look at you." He said. Bulma smiled at him, glad at his reaction. However she stopped to look at what he was wearing. "But why are you so dressed up?" He asked.
Bulma felt like she had been hit by a train. "You said to dress nice!" She said exasperatedly. "So I dressed nice! I thought this was to meet with sponsors?!" her hands were twitching, wanting to reach his neck.
"Well yeah, but at a sports bar. " The nonchalant air of his words almost made her fall over.  This was met by an amused growl from Vegeta as he moved outside. Yamcha glanced over at the exiting Saiyan before looking at Bulma.  "Where's he going?" He asked

Bulma had recovered and the feeling of revenge was so sweet as she stalked out the door, following Vegeta. "He's coming with us." She said hotly. "And I didn't dress up for nothing. I'm still going in this." She huffed a she stalked to his car parked in the driveway.  She spun on her heal to face the stunned Yamcha. "Come on!" she shouted "Get a move on!"

They pulled up to the sports bar, the ride rather silent as Bulma fumed, Yamcha drove in shock, and Vegeta eyed the two of them from the back seat. The reservation had already been called and there were three men with two other girls sitting at a rounded booth. The girls were covered in heavy makeup and looked like they were only there to dress up the arms of the middle aged men sitting next to them. It was then Bulma realized that's why she was there and she mentally slapped herself for having left the house wearing what she was.

Vegeta didn't care for any of it. The women looked like trash, the men even more so. Yamcha smirking like an idiot as he shook their hands simply took the cake. His dark eyes glanced over at Bulma who looked just as enraged being there, if not more so than himself. He sat down as far away as he could from the rest of them. He hadn't come to deal with them, but to learn more about the enchantress powers that that woman possessed.

Something brushed against him that pulled him out of his thoughts. Yamcha had sat farthest away from Vegeta. Bulma, on the other hand, had scooted herself right up next to Vegeta knowing full well that it would piss off Yamcha. What she didn't realize that the Saiyan she had snuggled up next to now had electricity pumping through every vein in his body. The soft touch that came from the woman was hot and burned his skin. She must have felt something too, for she moved slightly away from him, her own body slightly rigid from the slight touch, her blue eyes looking at him strangely. A soft pink color touching her cheeks.

"What do you say?" one of the men spoke, pulling Vegeta from Bulma's gaze. "What about a few rounds before getting down to business?" The two men he didn't know looked at him curiously, while Yamcha had a devious grin on his lips that pulled at Vegeta's gag reflex.

"A round?" Vegeta repeated, his eyes not leaving Yamcha's. "This idiot has already proven he cannot go a single round with me." He smirked and his eyes moved to the two men. "Though you two don't look like much, if it's a fight you want-"

The two men blinked and looked at Yamcha, whose eyes had gone wide. "No, Vegeta." He said holding up his hands. "Not rounds as in fighting. Rounds as in drinks."

This confused Vegeta even more. They wanted a drinking contest? How much they could toss back liquid. He gave a smirk, a challenge was a challenge. "Strange creatures." He spat. "Fine. I accept your challenge!"

Description
A Bulma x Vegeta Fanfic

Chapter 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bulma had gotten home early so that she could get ready for the dinner date. Yamcha had told her to dress nice and be ready at eight. So naturally, she needed two hours. She sat in her room a curling iron wrapped around a strip of hair, when Vegeta walked in. He leaned on the door frame as he watched her with his dark eyes. She looked at him through the mirror. "What is it?" she said, really not really feeling up to dealing with him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, struggling to keep his tone under control. If he was going to figure out what the hell kind of power this woman had, he had to be as sneaky as she was.

Bulma blinked.  She pulled the curling iron from her hair as she turned to face him. "What?" she asked completely lost. What did he care where she was going? He had spent the last few months refusing to even be around her. She searched him for a moment. He was actually dressed in more than his normal spandex shorts. Dark jeans and a white button shirt with a few of the buttons on top left open. How was it he could just be sexy in anything he wore? It wasn't fair.

He looked down, away from her blue eyes to the dress she was wearing. It was a deep navy dress that came to about mid-thigh. It fit her form like a glove, showing off every curve. Her long legs were crossed, giving a slight pull at her skirt. "You're going to dinner." He said, jumping to the point. The hell was he doing? He didn't know this kind of game. His head popped up. It was a battle; he just had to keep telling himself that. It was something he had to win if he was going to have peace of mind. "I'm coming." He barked, inviting himself.

Bulma's mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?" her voice slightly high. "I think I didn't hear you right." She stood and put her hands upon her curvy hips. "What did you say?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "I'm coming." He smirked. "You going to stop me?" he dared her.  There was a portion of him that wished that she would. That way he really didn't have to go. If he got her mad enough, she would scream and rant like she normally did and he could go back to training without a thought.  However, this was not the case.

Bulma's dropped mouth pulled into a smile. Perhaps this was the Vegeta she thought that she saw. The kinder side of him that actually had more on his mind then simply fighting. "Sure" she said holding out a finger, "but only if you promise to behave." She smirked as she got a snort of disgust and the image of him leaving the room, his arms folded across his chest in a pout. She giggled before sitting back down and picked up the iron. This put her in a much better mood, though it didn't make sense why. Yamcha would be angry with her. It wasn't like those two got along. Though, it might be a good middle ground over dinner for them to get to know each other.

A half hour and she was ready to go as she put on a layer of lipstick and picked up her bag. Down the stairs, she saw Vegeta leaning against a wall, his eyes closed and head down. She moved over to him. "Don't look like you're going into something that will kill you." She said brightly. "It's just dinner."

He opened an eye to her. The simple touches of whatever she put on her face hid the softness of her features. He didn't like it.

The door opened and Yamcha stepped in. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his black hair as it normally was. He took a look a Bulma and smiled widely, whistling slightly. "Wow, look at you." He said. Bulma smiled at him, glad at his reaction. However she stopped to look at what he was wearing. "But why are you so dressed up?" He asked.
Bulma felt like she had been hit by a train. "You said to dress nice!" She said exasperatedly. "So I dressed nice! I thought this was to meet with sponsors?!" her hands were twitching, wanting to reach his neck.
"Well yeah, but at a sports bar. " The nonchalant air of his words almost made her fall over.  This was met by an amused growl from Vegeta as he moved outside. Yamcha glanced over at the exiting Saiyan before looking at Bulma.  "Where's he going?" He asked

Bulma had recovered and the feeling of revenge was so sweet as she stalked out the door, following Vegeta. "He's coming with us." She said hotly. "And I didn't dress up for nothing. I'm still going in this." She huffed a she stalked to his car parked in the driveway.  She spun on her heal to face the stunned Yamcha. "Come on!" she shouted "Get a move on!"

They pulled up to the sports bar, the ride rather silent as Bulma fumed, Yamcha drove in shock, and Vegeta eyed the two of them from the back seat. The reservation had already been called and there were three men with two other girls sitting at a rounded booth. The girls were covered in heavy makeup and looked like they were only there to dress up the arms of the middle aged men sitting next to them. It was then Bulma realized that's why she was there and she mentally slapped herself for having left the house wearing what she was.

Vegeta didn't care for any of it. The women looked like trash, the men even more so. Yamcha smirking like an idiot as he shook their hands simply took the cake. His dark eyes glanced over at Bulma who looked just as enraged being there, if not more so than himself. He sat down as far away as he could from the rest of them. He hadn't come to deal with them, but to learn more about the enchantress powers that that woman possessed.

Something brushed against him that pulled him out of his thoughts. Yamcha had sat farthest away from Vegeta. Bulma, on the other hand, had scooted herself right up next to Vegeta knowing full well that it would piss off Yamcha. What she didn't realize that the Saiyan she had snuggled up next to now had electricity pumping through every vein in his body. The soft touch that came from the woman was hot and burned his skin. She must have felt something too, for she moved slightly away from him, her own body slightly rigid from the slight touch, her blue eyes looking at him strangely. A soft pink color touching her cheeks.

"What do you say?" one of the men spoke, pulling Vegeta from Bulma's gaze. "What about a few rounds before getting down to business?" The two men he didn't know looked at him curiously, while Yamcha had a devious grin on his lips that pulled at Vegeta's gag reflex.

"A round?" Vegeta repeated, his eyes not leaving Yamcha's. "This idiot has already proven he cannot go a single round with me." He smirked and his eyes moved to the two men. "Though you two don't look like much, if it's a fight you want-"

The two men blinked and looked at Yamcha, whose eyes had gone wide. "No, Vegeta." He said holding up his hands. "Not rounds as in fighting. Rounds as in drinks."

This confused Vegeta even more. They wanted a drinking contest? How much they could toss back liquid. He gave a smirk, a challenge was a challenge. "Strange creatures." He spat. "Fine. I accept your challenge!"