One - Written by PhantomScribe72
"You did what?!" Yamcha and Dr. Briefs screamed out in perfect unison. Strangely, Bulma's mother didn't say a word.
"I said I told Vegeta he could live here and I'd build him a gravity room to train in," Bulma said, rolling her eyes.
"How could you invite that animal into our home?" asked Bulma's father, still in shock.
"Bulma," Yamcha chimed in, "have you forgotten the way he conducted himself when we first met him? He tried to kill us all! He tried to blow up the whole planet for God's sake!"
"That was then, this is now," Bulma said stubbornly. "He won't hurt us."
"How can you be so sure of that dear?" Bulma's mother spoke for the first time.
"I don't know...I just know in my heart that he won't hurt us," Bulma said quietly. “Besides, he stayed here after we wished him back with the Dragonballs by mistake and he never laid a finger on us.”
“Yes, well he stayed in a spaceship in the yard, not in the house!” screamed Dr. Briefs
“I told you, I know he won’t hurt us,” Bulma muttered stubbornly.
"Well dear, that's good enough for me," Mrs. Briefs with such finality that neither Yamcha or Dr. Briefs wouldn't dare protest. "Come dear," Mrs. Briefs said to Bulma, "we must prepare a room for him."
Later that night, Bulma and Yamcha sat in the living room awaiting Vegeta's arrival.
"I still can't believe that you're going to let him live here," Yamcha said sullenly.
"Oh, Yamcha, we've been over it and over it," Bulma said with exasperation, "stop pouting like a two-year old."
"I'm not pouting," Yamcha said defensively, "I'm just worried about you."
"Well, I told you he wouldn't hurt me, so you can stop worrying now," Bulma said sharply.
"Ok, ok," Yamcha gave in, "anyway I'd rather make love than war," Yamcha whispered seductively, moving his hand up Bulma's thigh under her skirt.
"Knock it off Yamcha," Bulma slapped his hand away, "Vegeta will be here any moment."
"Come on Princess," Yamcha whined, "it's been soooo long."
"Not nearly as long as it's going to be if you don't SHUT UP!" Bulma screamed.
"I swear Bulma," Yamcha said with a sigh, "sometimes I wonder why I even bother." He got up to leave. "Have fun with Vegeta, Princess, I'll see you around."
Yamcha was almost out the front door when Dr. Briefs stopped him.
"Doesn't it bother you that another man will be living here?" he asked Yamcha. "What if Vegeta makes a play for her? Won't you be jealous?"
"Don't make me laugh, old man," Yamcha replied. "First of all, Vegeta would not make a play for Bulma...he can't stand her. Second of all, have you taken a look at him? He's no competition for me. There's nothing to be jealous of." With that parting remark, Yamcha went out the door, slamming it behind him.
Unbeknownst to anyone in the house, Vegeta was in the back yard and with his sensitive hearing had overheard both Yamcha's conversation with Bulma, and his discussion with Dr. Briefs.
"So that weakling is not threatened by my presence? I am no competition for him? Well, we'll just see about that," Vegeta thought to himself. It would almost be worth playing with that shrill woman just to watch Yamcha squirm. "Yes, this little arrangement might be interesting after all."
Vegeta waited outside until he was reasonably sure that Dr. and Mrs. Briefs had gone to bed. His keen Saiyan senses also told him that Bulma had gone up to a room on the top floor of the house. Vegeta looked up to the window of the room in which he sensed Bulma's weak ki. He flew up to the window and landed on the balcony outside the room. He could see her through the curtains. She was sitting at a dressing table combing her hair. Vegeta silently opened the glass door and slipped into the room. She had no idea he was there. He watched her from behind for a few moments. He had to admit (at least to himself) that she was beautiful, at least by human standards. Saiyan women were large and muscular. Many of them were warriors that fought alongside the men. Bulma was small and fragile, but Vegeta thought she had fine bone structure...and then there was that glorious blue hair.
"Waiting up for me, Princess?" Vegeta asked softy.
Bulma jumped about a foot off her seat. "Good Lord, Vegeta! You scared the shit out of me!" Bulma shrieked.
"Well, you shouldn't leave that Balcony door unlocked if you don't want people to use it," Vegeta said, rolling his eyes.
"We're on the fourth floor! Who else could get in that way?" Bulma snapped.
"So...you left it open especially for me? My own little door into your bedroom?" Vegeta asked softy.
"I swear, Vegeta," Bulma was really getting angry now, "you're impossible!"
Vegeta laughed at her outburst, "Woman, you are so easy."
Bulma realized he had been baiting her. She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."
"You mean I don't get to sleep in here with you?" Vegeta asked innocently.
Bulma almost snapped, then she saw the amused look on his face. "I'm sorry, Vegeta," Bulma said sweetly, "but when I was a little girl, my mother taught me not to bring wild animals into my room."
Vegeta laughed again. He liked arguing with her. She had a quick mind and she wasn't afraid to give as good as she got.
"Come on, follow me." She led him down the hall into another bedroom. It had a huge bed in the middle of the room, as well as a sofa and a desk positioned on the wall next to the window. "The closet is over here," she gestured. "This is the bathroom and you'll notice that this room also has a balcony. You can lock your window if you are afraid that someone will break in and hurt you."
Vegeta snorted, "It is adequate."
Bulma rolled her eyes, "Oh, I'm so glad it meets with your Royal Highness's approval."
Vegeta decided to let that slide. "When will the gravity chamber be completed?"
"A few days, maybe a week," Bulma answered.
"A week!" Vegeta screamed. "And just what the hell am I supposed to do in the meantime, Woman?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Bulma answered sweetly, "swing from trees, eat bananas, whatever it is that you monkeys do in your spare time."
Vegeta glared at Bulma, but said nothing. Bulma waited, giving him a chance to respond. When she saw he wasn't going to, she simply said, "Breakfast is at seven, dinner at six. I usually come in and have lunch around noon.” When Vegeta still didn't say anything, she asked, "Um...Vegeta do you eat like Goku?"
"I am not a pig," he snapped, "I do possess table manners."
"No," Bulma giggled, "I mean to you eat as much as Goku?"
"Oh," Vegeta considered her question, "no...probably not quite as much, but close. Why?"
"Because we're going to have to buy more food!" Bulma exclaimed.
They stood facing each other silently for a while, each one studying the other. When the silence finally became too awkward for her, Bulma finally spoke.
"Well goodnight, Vegeta, rest well," she said softly.
"Goodnight, Woman," he growled to Bulma's back as she walked out the door.
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