Chapter 7 - Part 1
He wondered absently why he’d even consented to such treatment. Had he absolutely lost his mind? Adjusting the tie around the forest green collar of his shirt, he took a step back to study himself. Why was he, the prince of all saiyans, standing before a tall mirror dressed in a fine suit?
“Because you’re in love,” A voice replies from the doorway.
Frowning, Vegeta eyed the taller saiyan. “I didn’t think you were the type to eve’s drop on another’s thoughts.”
Goku shook his head. “I didn’t. I just know you really well.”
“Hmph. Since you’re here, I might as well ask. How do I look?” Without hesitation, the prince turned in a slow circle, waiting for the other’s response.
Thin lips widened into a smile, curling over nimble canines. “To die for.”
Again, Vegeta shot a dirty look in the direction of the lower classman, unsure as to how he should take that comment.
Laughing, Goku waved it off. “You’ll knock her socks off.”
“I’m sure,” the prince snorted.
Winking, Goku turned to leave, “You should hurry up, she gets off work soon. The roses are on the kitchen table.”
Vegeta nodded, checking himself in the mirror one last time. “I know her hours. And besides, it’ll only take me a few minutes by flight.”
“I just think you’re nervous. You haven’t stopped moving since you got here.”
“I’ll have you know, it’s only because that damn onna of yours… pacing around the house and sighing about this date of mine.”
“Right.”
Ignoring Goku’s sarcastic remark, Vegeta shoved past him and descended the stairs to the kitchen. “Don’t expect me to be back any time soon. My intentions are clear.”
“The thought never even crossed my mind.”
He sped through the small pantry in a nervous flurry, his thoughts meddling elsewhere. Just before his fingers touched the doorknob, he was tugged back by a firm hand upon his shoulder.
Goku smiled down at him, in his hand the bouquet of roses. “Here. You almost forgot them.”
“Baka! I knew that!” Vegeta retorted, snatching them from the extended hand as he thrust the door open. “And another thing,” he spat. “Just because I involved you in this it doesn’t give you the right to think we’re friends!”
“That’s fine with me ‘Geta.”
“Don’t call me that!”
Goku held up his hands in a submissive gesture. “Geez, lighten up.”
The prince said nothing further as he was already out the door and taken to the skies. He had too much on his mind to have a verbal brawl over the other’s lack of decorum. There were many more important matters to be contended with. Like what the hell he was going to say to her when she stepped out of her office and saw him standing there.
Closing his eyes briefly, he held the roses securely against his chest to keep the wind from destroying them. So much had happened in so little time… Not only had he finally gathered the courage to admit that he was in love, but Kakarotto had changed mentally.
Earlier today had been surprising when his opponent had lost his nerve and nearly killed him. It seemed almost relieving in a sense. He knew that the other saiyan still possessed the proper makings of a fierce saiyajin warrior. Alas, his dramatic change in behavior had the prince watching his words. If Kakarotto had snapped so easily then, what else could occur in the future?
Of course, he deserved it. He had provoked him into reacting that way. What made him think he’d do it again? Although he hated to admit it verbally, he trusted the other saiyan with his life. He even felt sympathetic to the realization that Kakarotto’s soul mate had died in their planet’s destruction.
What other emotions lay hidden within him? So many new things that he’d fought to conceal were suddenly bursting free. Would he eventually deceive himself and give away everything that made him what he was?
As West Capitol City came into view, Vegeta buried his myriad of questions to save for later contemplation. He would not allow foreign thoughts to dissuade him from his task at hand. At last, the once introverted prince was finally going to open his heart and mind.
Perfectly shined boots touched down upon the emerald grass surrounding the pristine business office. Their owner sweated nervously as he approached the main door with unguarded fervor. He placed his trembling hand upon the steel door handle and opened it with a slight gesture of his wrist. Just meters away lay the front desk where a dark haired woman with glasses peered over at him incredulously.
“May I help you sir?” She asked, chewing on what smelled like spearmint gum.
Nodding, Vegeta smiled charmingly. “I request the presence of Bulma Briefs.”
The woman eyed the roses that were poorly concealed behind his back. “Of course… May I have your name?”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “My name is of no concern to you.”
Tbc….
**Part two of Chapter 7 approaches…