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The Three Year Gap	By : MileenaCroft Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The morning of the party arrived and Bulma had been giddy with excitement like a child in a sweet shop for most of the morning.
            “I’m just excited to be attending a classy event. You know it’s not very often I get to do this with fighters as friends!” she pointed out to her mother who was cooking some special treats in preparation for that night.
Bunny giggled, “I suppose that’s true,” she paused as she filled a baking tray with lumps of dough, “Will any of your friends be coming?”
Bulma turned her attention to the house phone that hung on the wall next to the entrance to the living area, “Well to be honest I hadn’t thought to ask them. Everyone seems so busy with training and I don’t want them getting distracted,” she explained.
Her mother placed the baking tray in the oven just below where she stood and began wiping the flour from the kitchen counter.
            “Oh,” she breathed almost signalling she had something on her mind.
Bulma glanced to her mother and narrowed her eyes, “What?” she raised an eyebrow.
Her mother smiled as she turned around to face her, her beautiful blue eyes glanced up into the corner of the room as she pouted, “But you don’t mind distracting Vegeta,”
Bulma rolled her head back, “Oh not this again!” she groaned as she planted her head on the table, “Mom I asked him out of politeness, you must be very naïve to think he will actually be coming,”
Bunny burst out with a hearty laugh to which Bulma glanced up at her, “I don’t understand you kids,” she continued to chuckle pivoting around to the kitchen counter to clean some more.
            “What?” Bulma asked half serious as she laughed in confusion.
            “You say he won’t be attending, yet you got him a suit anyway… A fancy one I might add! And you’ve admitted he’s handsome then counter it by saying you’re not attracted to him,” Bunny sighed heavily, “I just don’t understand,”
Bulma flicked her eyes down to the kitchen table she sat at as she attempted to gather a sentence together that would explain her contradictory actions.
            “It’s you,” she snapped her head up to her mother, “You’re the one trying to make a big deal out of nothing!”
Bulma crossed her arms in protest.
            “I just think you two would make a cute couple,” Bunny spoke sincerely.
            “Mom stop. Stop this now,” although she didn’t sound serious Bulma meant what she said, ‘Imagine if Vegeta turned into the kitchen whilst we spoke about him like this! I would never see him again!’
Bunny had finished cleaning the counter and sat with Bulma at the table but not before grabbing her cup of tea.
            “So, how did the dress designing go?” Bunny began to change the subject.
Bulma glanced up in thought, “I think it went well! Kitana has a great sense of fashion and when I would suggest things that didn’t work well together she would explain to me why. It was really interesting,” she smiled with delight.
            “Did she say whether it would be completed for tonight?” her mother sipped down some of the hot tea.
            “Yeah. She told me she hadn’t had any clients all week so she’s eager to get to working on the dress,”
            “Well that’s great dear,” her mother flashed her a smile before her face dropped in confusion, “That reminds me. The red dress you brought that day, what exactly do you plan on wearing it for?”
Bulma pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes to the kitchen table, “I don’t know! I think I’ll just save it for something less important,”
            “Like a night out?” her mother suggested.
            “Yeah, something like that!”
Bulma rose from her seat and took her favourite purple mug from the cup holder. She pulled out some green tea leaves from a kitchen cabinet and filled her mug with the freshly boiled water from the kettle.
            “Well I’m going to call Yamcha and Krillin, see if they can make it tonight,” she said as she began to head to the phone in the living room.
Bunny snapped her head in Bulma’s direction, “I thought you didn’t want them distracted?”
            “And I also don’t want you thinking I have feelings for Vegeta, so to shut you up I’ll invite others,” she stuck her tongue out to her mother on her way out.
She lifted the phone and dialled the number to the Kame house. After a few rings she got an answer;
            “Hello?” it sounded like Krillin.
            “It’s Bulma,” she replied.
            “Hey! What’s up?”
            “Krillin, is Yamcha there?”
            “Yeah one second,”
She could hear Krillin call out to Yamcha explaining that Bulma was on the phone for him.
Yamcha removed the phone from Krillin’s hands, “Hey Bulma,” he sounded exhausted.
            “Is this a bad time?”
            “No, no we’re taking a break right now,” he explained.
Bulma breathed in deep before continuing, “I was wondering if you guys might be interested in coming to a party we’re hosting tonight?”
            “Oh, talk about short notice!” he chuckled.
            “I know, I know. I didn’t want to bother you but –“
            “It’s no problem!” his tone changed to excitement, “What time?”
            “It starts at nine. And please don’t bring Roshi! It’s a classy event and I don’t want him molesting any attractive female that arrives,” Yamcha laughed at her honest description, “And try to get something nice to wear!”
            “Oh sure thing!”
            “So I hope to see you guys tonight, it’s been a while,”
Yamcha chuckled lightly, “It has,”
            “See you then,” she spoke softly before hanging up.
She sipped down some of her hot tea and grimaced at the bitter taste. Glancing over to the clock that rested on the wooden fire place she rolled her eyes at the fact it was only 2 o’clock. Kitana – the personal designer of Penelope’s – had said she would arrive at Capsule Corp sometime after 5 in the evening with Bulma’s dress. And as far as Bulma was concerned that couldn’t come fast enough.
            ‘I suppose I better leave Vegeta’s suit in his room in case he decides to come,’
She headed to her room and walked right over to the Penelope’s bag that rested on her desk. Rummaging through she removed the red body-con dress and proceeded to leave her room with the bag as it carried Vegeta’s suit.
Before entering the Saiyan’s room she knocked to check if he might be in. Since there was no reply she helped herself in to the room. Vegeta’s room was very bland, plain cream walls with a plain white bed set and two wooden desks; a little one beside the bed and the other larger one before the window, both were bare. The wooden wardrobe stood tall at the right of the room by the door to his en-suite which was opened slightly.
Bulma trotted over to his bed and placed the bag on the end of it. His bed was neatly cleaned, ‘At least he takes care of things,’ she giggled to herself.
Wondering over to the rather large window she noticed the gravity pod in the back garden, it appeared to be powered down as there were no red lights or flashes shooting from it. Thinking nothing of it Bulma glanced up to the sky, it was a light blue shade with plenty of scattered clouds, some of which seemed heavy with rain; ‘I hope those clouds don’t pass over here… the last thing I want is a party on a rainy night!’
Deciding to head out she turned around and jumped at the dark Prince that scowled at her as he stood in the doorway of his en-suite. Steam filtered into the bed room indicating he had taken a shower.
            “What are you doing?” his burly voice rumbled through the air.
Before Bulma could form some sort of response she noticed his half naked body dripping with water, a towel wrapped around his lower half and his spikey hair drooped slightly. Realising she was checking him out she snapped her eyes to meet his and mentally composed herself.
            “I was just dropping off your suit,” she pointed to the bag on the bed.
Vegeta swivelled his head to where she pointed, “Suit?” he asked somewhat perplexed.
            “Yeah,” she smiled as she leaned to the bag, “For the party later,”
She began removing the pieces of clothing and folded them up to place on the bed.
            “There’s no need for you to do that,” Vegeta approached her but his eyes were fixed on the clothes, “I won’t be attending,” he lifted his eyes to scowl at her some more.
His body was inches from hers and Bulma could feel something unexpected. The heat from his Greek God body forced butterflies to float up her stomach. She began panting lightly as she found herself completely distracted by his dark eyes.
            ‘What’s happening to me?’ she questioned to herself as she seemed stuck in place unable to do anything.
She then turned her gaze onto his muscles. His biceps even when relaxed bulked out yet his skin looked so soft… ‘How can someone so distant look so welcoming?’
            “What?” his glare deepened as he didn’t understand why she was staring at him.
Bulma panicked as she struggled to find something to say, “I… er,” she quickly looked down to the clothes she had her hands placed on, “I told you I would buy one for you just in case but now I’m wondering if I got the sizing right,” she smiled sheepishly as she lied.
She heard him grunt with curiosity as he moved closer to her. Surprised by his proximity to her, she took one slight step back with an open mouth and wide eyes as she watched him examine the clothes.
Yet again she had become overwhelmed with butterflies. Her eyes studied his body and she noticed the incredible amounts of scars he bared, ‘How… sad,’ she glanced down with sympathy trying not to look at him any further.
            “Bah!” he spat as he tossed the clothes back on the bed, “I will never be seen in these Earth clothes,” he snapped his head up and walked over to the larger desk with pride.
Bulma giggled loud enough for Vegeta to hear, he paused in his tracks and turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
            “You’ll wear a pink shirt but not a fancy suit!” she laughed.
Vegeta scowled at her again and pursed his lip with annoyance, “Only because I couldn’t wear my armour! You didn’t exactly give me any other option,”
            “Vegeta would you just relax!” she waved her hands up in the air before placing them on her hips, she leaned in his direction, “You know you’re allowed some time off every now and then!” she smiled to him as he looked at her unsure how to respond, “Why don’t you just come tonight?” she stood straight and lowered her voice a little, “There’ll be lots of food and you can finally chill!”
            “Why should I be of any concern to you?” he asked as though he suspected she had some hidden agenda.
Bulma’s smile dropped, “Because you’re my guest. And it’s my responsibility to make you feel welcome here,”
Vegeta turned around and leaned down on the desk with his fists, “You can leave now,” he spoke with a bland tone as he fixed his eyes on the outside world.
Bulma sighed heavily whilst rolling her eyes, “Yes your highness!” sarcasm dripped from every word, “I mean I know you’re an alien but do you have to be so confusing?” she muttered almost to herself as she stormed out.
She slammed the door behind her and started walking to her room as her thoughts drifted on to her dress.
            ‘All of this waiting around is killing me!’ she moaned, ‘I think I’ll try to take a nap to pass some time and re-energise myself ready for tonight,’
Bulma wondered into her room leaving the door open and crawled into bed. Under the silky covers she wriggled out of the flimsy night gown that she had worn all morning. Gently dropping her head to her fluffy pink pillow she closed her eyes and drifted off.
[…]
The glare from the sunshine woke Bulma from her slumber. She struggled to open her eyes fully and began stretching out her body, clenching her eyes shut and tossing all over her bed. Suddenly, she noticed a figure standing in her door way. She squealed and jumped up quickly making sure every part of her flesh was covered by her pink duvet. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and came to the realisation that Vegeta had been watching her.
            “What are you doing?” she screeched uncertain how long he had been there and whether or not he caught a glimpse of her naked resting body.
Vegeta narrowed his eyebrows and raised the corner of his mouth as he darted his eyes to the corner of her room – not particularly focusing on anything.
            “Your mother asked me to get you,” he mumbled.
Bulma stared at him for a moment before chuckling, “Wait you actually took orders from my mom?” she tossed her head back and laughed harder.
Vegeta’s deep growl caused her to stop laughing and she glanced at him with slight concern.
            “Did she say why?” she asked softly.
He flicked his gaze to her and spoke sinisterly, “I don’t know nor do I care,”
He instantly turned around and disappeared. Bulma remained staring at the spot he once stood wondering to herself just how long he’d been there.
            ‘Did I wake up just as he appeared? Or was he watching me sleep?’
Realising the latter sounded ridiculous Bulma shook that thought from her head and climbed out of her bed. She closed the door quickly as her body was only covered with underwear. She stretched out once again matching it with a heavy yawn, her attention was then turned to the clock, she jumped as she read that it was 4:50pm.
            “CRAP!” she screamed to herself, “How long did I sleep for?”
On that thought she launched herself to her wardrobe to find something appropriate to wear. She pulled out a fine blue pair of skinny jeans and threw them on, for her top half she pulled out a cream coloured fluffy jumper that was two sizes too big for her and put it on after putting her favourite purple bra on. Hurryingly, she scrunched her hair up into a loose pony tail and threw on her pale pink sandals before heading to the living room.
Once there, she couldn’t sit still. Her mother joined her in waiting as she too was excited to see the completed gown. Bulma would sit, cross her legs, bite her nails and twirl her hair then jump up, check the window that gazed out into West City then check the clock only to sit back down again and repeat the process.
            “Bulma you know a watched pot never boils,” her mother smirked as she watched her daughter frantically roam around.
            “I know but I can’t help it,” Bulma giggled.
The time was now 5:05pm and Bulma was getting anxious.
She groaned heavily, “She’s late!”
Her mother checked the clock and looked at Bulma with a smirk, “She didn’t say 5 o’clock exactly honey. She said some time after… you need to keep yourself distracted!”
Bulma stopped frantically roaming and stood still, “Oh you’re right,” she moaned, “What is there for me to do? You have the waiters and chefs’ setting up outside and dad insists that nothing more can be done until what he orders arrives,”
Bunny stood up right and wondered over to the window, “Well… find something to do until she arrives,” she spoke flatly.
At that moment Vegeta came strolling past the living area. His hands were placed in his grey jogging bottoms and his usual sweaty torso was covered in a dark blue tank top with no signs of training.
            “Ah Vegeta!” Bunny called excitedly.
Vegeta grunted as he turned his attention to her.
            “Is there anything Bulma could do for you handsome?” she asked as she now stood in front of him with her hands clamped together held beside her head with glee.
Vegeta’s eyes flicked over to Bulma who was charging towards her mother.
            “I’m not his slave you know!” Bulma shouted to her mother.
Bunny turned her head in her daughter’s direction, “I know dear! But you said you need something to do…” she glanced back at Vegeta, “So, is there?”
Bulma turned her back to the pair and strode over to the window once more, “I don’t care if there is!” she spoke with pride, “I’m not doing anything for him!”
            “What’s happened?” Bunny asked with genuine concern.
Even Vegeta stood with his mouth slightly agape, he too was confused as to why she was acting moodier than usual.
            “I brought him an expensive suit,” she folded her arms with frustration, “And he’s not even going to consider wearing it,”
Vegeta eyes narrowed on Bulma’s back, ‘Is this woman serious?’ he thought to himself.
            “Such an ungrateful ass-”
            “Bulma!” her mother interrupted her rant.
The blue haired babe snapped around and held her arms out gesturing her innocence, “Well he is,”
            “I don’t have time for this,” he muttered low as he began walking on.
            “Yeah that’s right,” Bulma glared at him, “Just go back to your training!”
Vegeta shot her a dead look before he disappeared behind the kitchen wall as he continued down the hall. It felt as though Bulma was arguing with something different, women do have those days were they are irritable and less patient with issues they are normally fine with – and maybe this was one of those days. However, Bulma felt more frustration towards herself than Vegeta… as though she was fighting with her own emotions by taking it out on him.
There was a silent moment shared between mother and daughter.
            “Where did that come from?” Bunny questioned with distress.
Bulma – who now faced the window – sighed heavily with guilt, “Oh I don’t know,” she dropped her head to the floor and began rubbing her temples with one hand, “I put careful consideration in to putting together that suit and he’s not even…” she trailed off before she became upset, sighing once again she turned to face her mother, “I just want him to show some gratitude you know? Even if he didn’t want to wear it he could still thank me for the effort of getting it,”
She wondered over to the sofa that Bunny stood behind.
            “Or he could thank dad for all the effort he’s put in to making his training the best. Or you for all of the times you’ve cooked for him or-“ her voice now seemed tender.
            “I understand sweetie,” her mother attempted to comfort her, “But he is a Prince. He may be used to getting what he wants without understanding the effort it takes,”
Bulma knew better. Bunny didn’t know that Vegeta wasn’t actually brought up like a Prince at all. However, Bulma knew from a young age he was under the control of Frieza, he didn’t get his own way… Frieza would never allow that. He wasn’t used to things being handed over on a plate to him, so why was he acting so ungrateful? Was that just in his nature? Or did he believe that he was finally getting the proper treatment he had always deserved as a Prince?
            “Yeah I guess so,” Bulma seemed deflated as she wanted to drop the subject.
Bunny moved over to the window once more, “Well, never mind. She’s here,”
Bulma jumped up immediately forgetting the event that had moments ago taken place, she rushed over to the window to see Kitana walking down the patio leading towards the front door. She shot out of the living area and ran down the hall. Before Kitana had a chance to knock the door Bulma swung it open and smiled with delight.
            “You’re here!” she screamed with joy.
Kitana was a beautiful woman. No older than 35 years, she had flawless skin with minimal wrinkles. Her hair was straight, jet black and longer than her back, on this particular evening she had left her hair down. Her eyes were a dark brown shrouded with mystery which complimented her slightly olive skin tone.
            “I certainly am!” her bright red lips stretched into a smile baring her perfectly white teeth.
She stood inches taller than Bulma and wrapped her one arm around her as her other held a box against her hip.
            “Come in!” Bulma invited.
Kitana wondered in to Capsule Corp and was amazed at the size of the place.
            “This is an impressive home,” Kitana spoke with delicacy.
            “Thank you,” Bulma grinned, “Here let me take this,”
She proceeded to remove Kitana’s brown sued trench coat and hung it on the coat rack. Kitana – the fashionista that she was – wore a silk plum shirt that tucked into a black high waist skirt that seemed to be a stretchy spandex-like material. Her legs were covered with tan tights as she walked around in purple stilettoes.
Bulma walked off down the hall and Kitana followed. As they entered the living area Bunny smiled to the Designer.
            “It’s nice to meet you,” Bunny greeted her as she approached her for a hug.
Kitana placed the box on the sofa and hugged Bunny.
            “It’s lovely to meet you too Mrs Briefs,”
            “So shall we get started?” Bulma jumped up on the spot throwing her arms up with excitement.
                        “Oh please!” Kitana signalled towards the box.
Bulma wriggled her fingers and giggled with anticipation as she lifted the lid. The sinful colour brought a look of lust to her face. She smiled with wide eyes at the sexy shade.
            “I already think it’s perfect,” she spoke slowly as her full attention was on the gown.
            “Oh I’m glad,” Kitana smiled, “Although I can only be here for a few minutes… I’m heading off to a fashion show in –“
            “Oh say no more!” Bulma jumped up with the gown squeezed in her arms, “I’ll try it on right away!”
Not giving a care in the world Bulma undressed before the two females. The dress was light enough that Bulma could dress herself. It seemed to be composed of silk and its touch was irresistible to Bulma. Her slim body slid right into it.
            “It fits like a dream!” she sighed euphorically.
Her mother stared at her with wide eyes, “It’s gorgeous!” she squealed.
Kitana wondered around Bulma inspecting the dress.
            “Are you sure there are no adjustments that need to be made?” she asked.
            “Nope,” Bulma flashed her a smile.
            “Okay then! Time for you to see what you look like!” Bunny grabbed Bulma’s arm and pulled her towards a room a few doors down from the living area.
Bursting through the door she yanked Bulma in but asked her to keep her eyes closed. She rushed her over to the huge mirror that was on the opposite wall.
This room was filled with shelves upon shelves of her mother’s shoes, folded up clothes and jewellery.
            “Ta daa!” Bunny signalled for Bulma to look.
Bulma slowly lowered her hands from her eyes to witness her image in the mirror. With bright eyes she stared at her reflection;
            “It’s perfect,” she breathed.
The cherry red glow of the dress kissed her ivory complexion, the straps over the shoulders were thin just as she wanted and the chest area was plain and it hung a few inches low sneaking a peak of cleavage. The silky material folded somewhat on this low cut neckline and the gown wrapped around Bulma’s waist and hips perfectly. It continued to just below knee length where it displayed a rather wavy flag-in-the-wind type finish. Bulma couldn’t remove her eyes from the gown and turned around to get a glance of the back. The straps crossed over her back in the shape of an ‘X’ and attached to the dress which started near the middle of her back. She also noticed the back of the dress finished slightly lower than the front and came to slight point.
            “I’m in love,” she giggled softly with clasped hands.
Her mother smiled proudly at the daughter she had raised into a woman.
            “You look beautiful,” she said slowly.
Bulma flicked her gaze to Bunny and smiled widely.
            “Come on, let’s tell Kitana just how much you like it!” she suggested.
Both of the ladies exited Bunny’s dressing room and Bulma jogged her way back to the living room with excitement.
            “I love it!” she squealed as Kitana came in to view.
She ran right over to her and hugged her tightly.
“Fantastic!” the dark haired business woman replied with joy.
Bulma leaned back giving Kitana room to breathe. Bunny arrived into the living area.
            “For such a short amount of time it’s impressive how you created such a wonderful gown,” she admitted.
            “Thank you both,” Kitana nodded to the blue eyed beauties, “But I’m afraid I really must be heading off now,”
Bunny walked forwards, “Of course, here let me show you out,”
            “Thank you so much!” Bulma loudly thanked Kitana as the two women began exiting the room.
            “You’re welcome,” Kitana giggled back with enjoyment at how well of a job she had done.
Bunny glanced back to Bulma before proceeding down the hall, “Honey you might want to take that off in case you ruin it! Hang it up ready for tonight,” she chuckled.
As her mother’s blond hair floated away Bulma glanced down at the living room floor.
            “I don’t want to,” she whispered to herself like a spoilt child.
But with reluctance she began removing the dress, she lowered the straps down her arms and kept the dress held by squeezing her arms to her body as she leaned down to pick her jumper. She tossed it over her head and wriggled into it. From there she stretched her legs out into her jeans and pulled them up with the dress now scrunched up around her waist.
            “Please don’t crease please don’t crease,” she begged to the gown as she buttoned up her jeans.
She wiped away a few stray hairs that now dangled in her face as she gently removed the dress from her body. She lifted it up by the thin straps in a way to straighten it out and began carrying it to her room.
She placed the dress on a hanger and hung it on her wardrobe door.
            “All of the waiting was worth it,” she smiled to herself.
Bulma stared at the dress with complete satisfaction however her thoughts drifted on to her behaviour around Vegeta earlier that evening.
            ‘Why was I so cranky with him?’ she wondered, ‘I really shouldn’t have acted like that. Maybe I should go and apologise,’
With that settlement she made her way past the living room and kitchen area to his room.
            ‘He could be training but I may as well try here first,’ she thought.
She gave the door a knock and there was no reply. She entered anyway and walked over to the large window of his room to check if he may be in the pod. To her surprise the pod was switched off but he was still training in the back garden.
            ‘I wonder why he’s out in the open?’
Bulma promptly left his room – closing the door behind her – she made her way outside.
Vegeta was punching and kicking air as she stepped out into the somewhat cold world.
            ‘Please don’t rain!’ she begged once again.
Slowly, Bulma approached the mad Saiyan.
            ‘Surely he’s sensed me? He must be ignoring me,’
The idea came to her of sitting in a chair and watching him until he acknowledged her existence however she wasn’t in the mood to play games. His black spikey hair stood tall, veins attempted to burst from under his skin and the lines of his muscles were sharp as he aggressively fought with nothing. Bulma watched him for a moment as she scanned his body from afar, her thoughts concentrated on how well put together he was – if only he had a more welcoming personality.
            “Vegeta,” she called softly as she neared closer to him.
His head snapped to the right as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his dark blue top was soaked with it.
            ‘Who knew training without his precious gravity machine could be so effective?’ she pondered.
            “What now?” he growled as he glanced forward… ignoring her physical presence.
            “I just wanted to apologise for the way I spoke to you earlier,” her voice was tender as she meant what she said.
Now a few metres behind him she paused in her tracks so as to not get too close – she knew how much he hated company.
            “Is that all?” he hissed without a care.
Initially rage filled Bulma’s existence however she kept her cool. With an angered face she closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
            “You know Vegeta I’m trying really hard here,” she admitted with slight annoyance.
Vegeta’s face twitched as his scowl deepened for a split second and the corner of his mouth lifted, she opened her eyes as the evil Prince turned around to face her.
            “Trying what?” he questioned harshly with curiosity.
She folded her arms and placed all her weight in her left leg as she leaned, “To make you feel comfortable here and to treat you genuinely, to be your friend but all you ever do is-”
            “I don’t have friends,” he spat factually as he stood motionless just glaring at her with his lowered face.
Her expression was a mix between anger and sorrow. She studied him, the tension of his face, his dark smothered-with-secrecy eyes screamed out loneliness to her but that was something he would never admit – no matter how much she wished he would.
She took a deep breath in to built up the courage to push harder, “You can’t hide from me Saiyan,” she lowered her gaze to the floor, “I know loneliness too well that I see it in others,” her voice soft once again.
Vegeta paused, looking at the gentle creature with his mouth slightly agape, “I don’t care for your problems,” he hissed, refusing to feel some sort of sympathy for her despite initially being thrown back.
She sighed heavily and spoke with determination, “You can treat me as harshly as you want… but I’m not going to give up on you,”
            “I’m not some brat who needs caring for!” Vegeta insisted.
Bulma glance up at him with confusion, “That’s not what I mean!” she refuted, “You can keep up this arrogant tough guy act for as long as you want but I know there’s more to you than that! Hmph!” she snapped her head to the side, causing stray hairs to drop over her face.
Vegeta raised his head with intrigue, his voice was low and he spoke slowly, “What makes you so sure?” he sounded almost malevolent.
Bulma dropped her arms and focused on the Prince.
            ‘He actually wants to know what I’m thinking,’ she thought with surprise.
            “Because you’re not as evil as you might like to believe,” she hid her shock with a smug tone, “Or as monstrous as the others think you are,”
The handsome alien began approaching Bulma. She took a slight step back with unease but refused to feel intimidated by him – out of everyone he had met on Earth so far she was the only being brave and witty enough to take him on in a battle of the mind.
Bulma’s eyes darted all over him, his intense eyes pulled her in, she scanned his face, his thick eyebrows still carrying a scowl and his pursed lips hid their usual softness.
            ‘Oh gosh he really is handsome!’ she finally admitted as butterflies flew wildly inside her as the gap between them closed, ‘Even with that angry face… I can’t look away!’
He now stood dead in front of her and leaned forward.
            “Then you’re foolish,” he snarled quietly.
His scowl fixed on her face as his warm breath stroked her lips. Bulma opened her mouth in an attempt to say something but she had lost herself in him. Vegeta sensed that something had captured her but wasn’t aware that it was her attraction to him – he thought she was now alert to how dangerous he was. She noticed a grin creep up on his face and refused to allow him the satisfaction.
            “If you’re such a monster then why did you save us on Namek?” she blinked to compose her thoughts and stood proud before him.
Vegeta glanced down to the side as he let out one laugh, “Ha, you were never a concern of mine,” his eyes switched back to Bulma’s.
            “Regardless…” her words were soft yet strong, “What you did resulted in my safety. You might be merciless in battle but you’ve never given me a reason to fear you,”
She had caught his full attention with her last few words, he threw his head back gently and glared at her with a questioning expression, “Not even the death of your friends brought fear in you?”
The pitch in his voice had changed which caught Bulma off guard.
            “No,” she smiled.
He stood staring into her comforting azure eyes, he flashed her a half-smile, “Then you’re either brave… or stupid,”
A silent moment passed as they watched one another and Bulma focused in on his lips. All she wanted to do was taste him, emotions she believed were none existent had suddenly possessed her;
            ‘What am I doing?’ she cried internally, ‘I’ve fallen for a man who doesn’t know how to love,’
Bulma’s stray hairs began to blow over her face as a breeze moved in, the heat from his well sculpted body hugged her keeping her warm. She watched Vegeta watch her but her mind struggled to understand why he was doing so.
            ‘There’s no way he could know…’ she panicked, ‘I didn’t know myself until a moment ago,’
He could sense the agitation creep up on her and he continued attempting to piece her together;
            ‘How is it that she can face me like this?’ he wondered in confusion, ‘She really is brave… no, there’s something wrong,’ he perceived, ‘If it’s not fear then… what… is it?’ his glare intensified.
            “BULMA!”
Quickly whizzing around, Bulma witnessed her mother staring at her from the doorway of their home. She could see Bunny was holding in a smile.
            “We better start getting ready for tonight!” she smiled holding in a giggle.
            ‘If she thought something was happening before, she’s definitely going to think something is now she seen us practically standing face to face,’ she sighed, ‘But she wouldn’t exactly be wrong,’
Rolling her eyes to herself Bulma trotted to the back door, without looking at Vegeta she turned her head to the side to address him;
            “Please come tonight,” she had accepted her lust for him and hoped he would attend the party, before closing the door she added, “If only for a few minutes,”

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The Three Year Gap