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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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AN: SilverSakura I agree! Vegeta is far too proud to give in! And it makes me so happy that this is the best gap story you've read! I mean there are some great versions of this! But I'm so thrilled you enjoy it :D

Autumn started to roll in over West City, nights of hot chocolates and failed romantic comedy movies became all too familiar to Bulma. Yamcha hadn’t spoken to her since the last she had seen him and Vegeta hadn’t been around after the bathroom incident. Although she was familiar with being lonesome, something about being lonely these past few weeks depressed her. Her father slaved away in the lab on his work but insisted Bulma not help him until she began feeling better. Bunny also gave her daughter some room to breathe and didn’t bother her often.
On this particular evening Bulma slumped down on the purple sued sofa in her oversized cream coloured jumper and black leggings. Accompanied with a hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and the warming heat of the fire place, she switched on yet another movie and began feeling sorry for herself.
            ‘Maybe I should call Yamcha and patch things up with him…’
However, deep down, Bulma didn’t care for Yamcha’s company. She didn’t want to talk with him only to fill the gap in her life even if she did still care greatly for him.
            ‘No. He made me feel like shit. He can talk with me when he decides to grow up,’
The credits to the movie began;
            “SOMETHING ABOUT JANE”
She planted her head into the palm of her hand, ‘Oh great here we go again. Another plain Jane falls for a guy way out of her league and yet he takes notice of her quirkiness and becomes intrigued and they fall in love,’ she slammed her head back on the cushion of the sofa, ‘I can’t go through this again…’
She sat up and placed her cup on the coffee table before her, she took the TV remote and began flicking through the channels. Eventually she found a channel dedicated to scaring the life out of her:
            “THE PARANORMAL PATROL TEAM”
With an excited giggle Bulma jumped back and clung to a sofa cushion for protection. Even with the knowledge the Briefs daughter had on the afterlife, these programs never failed to entertain her.
            “There’s something I haven’t seen for a while,”
Bulma flipped her head to the left as her mother glanced down to her.
            “What?” Bulma smiled confused.
            “You’re smiling,” her mother flashed her perfect teeth with a grin.
            “Oh,” Bulma glanced back to the TV suddenly feeling shy.
Bunny took a seat next to her blue haired doppelganger.
            “Are you feeling better dear?” her mother began.
Forgetting about the program, Bulma removed the cushion to the side and stared down on the coffee table.
            “Honestly… I don’t know,” her emotional eyes gazed across to her mother, “I can’t seem to shake off this dark cloud that keeps following me around…”
Bunny watched her daughter in thought, “It will go with time dear. Is there anything in particular that’s bringing you down?”
            ‘My friends are too busy training, Yamcha’s ignoring my very existence and I want a man who I’ll never get…’, “No,” she lied faintly.
Her mother placed her silky hand on top of Bulma’s, “You can tell me. I’m sure I’ve been there…” she smiled warmly.
Bulma knew how her mother would act if she told her the truth about Vegeta. She already had her suspicions but confirming it all to her would get her far too excited. And Bulma wasn’t ready for that…
            “I just think… I’m feeling lonely. I have no friends around anymore… and Dad doesn’t want me in the lab until I cheer up when really I could use the distraction,”
Bunny threw one arm around Bulma lovingly, “I understand dear. But what about Vegeta?”
The blue haired woman narrowed her eyes, “What… about Vegeta?”
            “He’s free now that the pod is down, maybe you two could do something,”
            “Oh,” Bulma sighed heavily, “Well I haven’t actually seen him for a number of days,” she leaned up and grabbed her hot chocolate, “To tell you the truth I think he’s avoiding me,”
As she sipped down her drink, Bunny questioningly glared at her, “Why would he be doing that?”
Not wanting to give the whole truth away, Bulma picked her reasons carefully, “I just get this feeling that I annoy him. Well… other than the fact that he told me. And besides, Vegeta is hardly the kind of guy you can befriend,”
            “All the more reason too,” Bunny added.
Bulma flipped her perplexed gaze on her mother, “… How so?”
            “Well,” Bunny rose from her seat, “People who are distant like that tend to make the best friends,”
Bulma snorted at her ignorance, “Mom please. I remember the guys telling me about another Saiyan he had landed with… and Vegeta killed him. I’m betting they were ‘friends’ beforehand,” she continued laughing.
As Bunny moved slowly past Bulma she added her final thought, “I doubt a friendship under the influence of some crazy Planet killing alien would sustain for long anyway. A friendship created by choice… that’s a different matter,”
Doing her best to digest what exactly her mother was getting at, Bulma watched her give a cheeky wink before heading down the hall.
            ‘I… guess she has a point?’
She shook her head in order to get her mother’s nonsense out of it. Instantaneously, a loud bang blared from the TV and Bulma jumped back and shoved the cushion in front of her face.
            ‘I was NOT ready for that,’ she cried.
Footsteps began creeping closer to the living area, Bulma watched anxiously as paranoia overwhelmed her. Her mother and father came strolling past whilst Bunny began throwing on her thick coat.
            “W – where are you going?” their daughter questioned confused and almost offended that she wasn’t asked to go wherever it is they were heading.
            “We’re only going out for a meal sweetie,” Bunny giggled as she waved to her daughter.
            “Why didn’t you tell me?”
            “Don’t worry, we won’t be back too late,” her father reassured her as they strolled past.
The idea of being alone didn’t sit well with Bulma, “So I’m on my own?”
            “No,” her father added, “Vegeta’s around somewhere,”
The blue haired female sighed with some relief. Vegeta was more than capable of protecting her from things that go bump in the night.
            ‘It’s weird but any normal person would be afraid of being left alone with him… I actually feel safe’
            “Okay…” she spoke as they continued down the stairs, “Have fun!”
Another loud noise screeched from the television and Bulma flung her cushion over her face once again.
            ‘Maybe I should change the channel…’
Hesitantly she began lowering her shield and yet squeezed her eyes closed. As the cushion reached the tip of her nose she opened one eye, it seemed safe so she reached down for the remote that rested on the coffee table beside her hot coco. She quickly flicked the channel on to something – anything else… The signal failed and Bulma was left with a blue blank screen whilst the network searched for it, at that moment there was a rather loud knock at the front door – as if it were the police.
Again Bulma jumped out of her pale skin before realising what the source of the noise was. Slightly frightened, Bulma rushed over to the large window behind the TV, she glanced out into the front however had to use her hands in order to see into the darkness. There was a black limousine on the road but she couldn’t see who stood at the door.
            ‘I doubt it’s mom and dad… they tend to keep it on the low down when they go out so they wouldn’t hire a limo…’
Even more confused than before, Bulma hesitantly made her way down the stairs. Another loud knock caused her to jump.
            “Coming,” she called confidently so as not to seem scared.
When she reached the door, she unlocked it and peered around it cautiously. Scowling at her was the all too familiar face of Takeda Hasashi.
She swung the door open with annoyance, “May I help you?” she glared angrily.
Takeda belted out a laugh drowned in sarcasm to her, at her attempt to stand up to him, “What? You thought I’d let you get away with humiliating me the way you did?”
Bulma’s attention shifted slightly when she noticed a bunch of muscle men gathered behind him all dressed in black suits.
            “Well… For a moment I thought you were here alone. Of course you don’t have the balls to do that…” she hissed, “If you don’t remove yourself from my property I’d be glad to call security. You and your men will be outnumbered within seconds,”
            “No need to cause another scene now Miss Briefs,” his menacing stare sat uncomfortably with Bulma, “I want you to know that I’ll be suing you –”
Bulma couldn’t hide her shock, “Are you fucking kidding me?“
            “No need for such vulgar language,” he spoke over her as she interrupted him, “The total amount –“
Bulma stepped out of her house fiercely defensive, “Total amount? YOU were the one who started being a dick! How dare you come back here attempting to make me look like the bad one,”
Takeda stepped up to Bulma to which she coward slightly, with a whisper he hissed, “As far as the rest of the world knows… and as far the court will know, this will all be your fault,” a sickening grin crept on his face, “I have medical records to prove that; one, I was the victim and two, you are harbouring a man who is a threat to the entire city!”
            ‘Well… he’s not exactly wrong about that,”
He proceeded to pull some documents from a briefcase he carried.
            “Here are the details of the court date… Or should I say the day Capsule Corporation goes bankrupt,” he began sniggering like a child.
Her normally bright eyes darkened on his face, “You asshole,” Bulma was moments from tears as she realised there’s nothing she could do but take the papers from his grasp however she knew she’d be damned if she gave up so easily.
Takeda clicked his fingers and flashed Bulma a chilling smile before turning and heading down the patio with his henchmen. The Capsule Corp Heiress stared forward hopelessly.
            ‘How am I going to tell Dad?” she lowered her eyes to the ground in defeat, ‘As if the news report wasn’t bad enough now we have to deal with this… There must be something I can do to change his mind,’, “Wait!” she called out to which Takeda paused in his tracks, “What if… we compensate you for so-much, then at least we don’t have to deal with all this,” she waved the documents around, highlighting that the court process could be a lengthy procedure.
            He turned around to face her and folded his arms, “Oh I don’t think so,” he carried a smug tone, “There’s no way you’re getting out of this,”
As he pivoted around to continue to the limousine, a husky voice vibrated through the darkness.
            “I’ve heard enough,”
With confusion, Takeda and his men glanced towards the left of the front lawn. They were presented with a dark figure with pointy hair and Takeda stalked over to it.
            “You!” he called aggressively, “You must be the guy who punched me,”
            “You’re damn right I am,” Vegeta’s scowl became clear to Takeda the closer he approached.
            “Just take a look behind me tough guy,” Takeda stopped a few metres before Vegeta, “Before you think about doing something stupid,” he pointed back to the bunch of bodyguards.
            The Scowling Saiyan gave them no mind and glanced down at his hand as he clenched it, “Let me make this very clear to you,” his tone was menacing as he lifted his gloved hand in front of him and spread his fingers.
Takeda watched puzzled, however as Vegeta’s energy rose and bright sparks flew erratically around his hand, he knew no amount of human power could stop this monster before him. Vegeta released a bolt of energy towards Takeda… missing him by inches it hit Capsule Corp and blew up half of the building. Takeda and his men stood frozen for moments whilst Bulma erupted with rage.
            “VEGETA WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?” she stormed over to him furiously.
Before she reached them, Vegeta grinned at Takeda, “Come here again with that court nonsense and that will be the fate of you and your men. You leave her alone from now on am I understood?”
Takeda closed his dry mouth and gulped down hard as he nodded slowly. Vegeta tossed his head in the direction of the limo, signalling to him to get back in his vehicle to which he scurried away in complete terror. As the limousine drove away Bulma was then feet away from Vegeta.
            “Why… why would you do that?!” her high pitched voice screamed.
Vegeta flicked his deep eyes on her, his face was once again emotionless, “You looked like you could use the help,” he muttered.
            “Vegeta are you fucking insane?”… she paused briefly, “Don’t answer that,” she dribbled, “You just destroyed half of my home! My bedroom is spread across the garden… And for your information I had more tricks up my sleeve,”
He lowered his gaze onto his glove as he began pulling it down, “What… were you planning to entertain him to death?”
            “NO!” she slammed her hands on her hips, “That’s not what I meant. It’s an expression; it means I had other ideas. Of course until you came and did this!” she threw her hand behind her signalling to Capsule Corp, “You could’ve killed me!”
            “Think of it like this,” Vegeta began adjusting the thick straps of his blue body suit, still avoiding eye contact with her, “This will cost you far less than what you were in for,” his voice remained calm.
Those words resonated with her for a moment however she soon snapped back to herself, “You couldn’t just break his arm? Or kill one of his henchmen to prove your point?”
Vegeta paused… he glanced up to Bulma and studied her angry yet soft features, “You would have approved of that?” he questioned, “As I recall it was you who didn’t want me to kill him in the first instance,”
Realising he had a point, Bulma struggled to argue but couldn’t relax, “Well then… why couldn’t you just blow up his limousine or… that fence or –”
            “Hmmm…” Vegeta thought about it for a moment, “If I did that don’t you think those people who report things would’ve seen it as an attack on him? That wouldn’t help your reputation,”
            ‘Since when did he care about my reputation?’… She struggled to find an argument “Wow you just have an answer for everything,” she muttered quickly whilst folding her arms.
The usually tense Saiyan chuckled quietly to himself as he continued with adjusting his gloves.
Bulma stared at him in shock, unsure why he was laughing, “Is this funny to you?” her voice seeming distressed.
He lightly shook his head as he continued grinning, “I’m almost certain you have a split personality,”
Her eyes widened revealing their bright blue shade, Bulma lowered her arms slowly becoming increasingly surprised, “What do you mean?” she questioned less seriously than before.
            “One moment you’re vulnerable the next you’re murderous,” he spoke with no expression as he glared at her.
Feeling somewhat offended, the femme fatal crossed her arms once again, “Excuse me… I’m more than capable of looking after myself –“
            “Bah! Don’t make me laugh!” he spat as he neared closer to her, Bulma tensed up but refused to give into his intimidation, “You were kissing ass towards the end of it. Now that’s not the Bulma I’m familiar with,”
He paused in front of her as he scowled, she innocently flicked her eyes between his, ‘He just called me by my name! He’s so close… I could kiss him,’ tensing her face she mentally composed herself, remembering this was yet another battle she was not going to lose.
            “I was not ‘kissing ass’ it’s called negotiating,” she glanced down to the ground softly, “Not that it was helping…” her eyes met his once again, “But neither will this! And since you’re so concerned with our reputation how do you expect me to explain this?”
            “Well just say it was an experiment gone wrong…” he spoke casually shrugging his shoulders simultaneously.
            “Oh,” she paused realising that may well work, “But how do I explain this to my Dad?” she watched waiting for Vegeta to solve her problems, “And what am I going to do while builders reconstruct my house… my entire bedroom?”
The Prince sighed heavily, “Again with the bedroom…” he muttered, “If it means that much to you, you can have mine,”
            “Wait… really?” she asked in denial completely gob smacked that he would even consider offering it, “Where will you sleep?”
Vegeta’s hypnotising eyes would put Bulma in a trance when he remained silent, his voice pulled her back to reality, “Do you snore?”
            “… No,” she spoke with a questioning tone.
            “Do you talk in your sleep?”
            “No…”
            “Then I don’t see a reason why I can’t share my bed with you,”
Although she knew he didn’t mean it with sexual intentions, she couldn’t help herself, ‘Oh right… as if you’re not tempting enough as it is,’… “Why are you being so generous?” she asked playfully, “That’s not the Vegeta I’m familiar with,” she flirted with a wink.
Vegeta’s expression remained unreadable, he continued watching her and Bulma picked up on the motion of his eyes. He examined her face, her plump lips, her charming eyes, her delicate cheeks…
            ‘What is he thinking?’
The crispy air of the dark night suddenly hit Bulma causing her to shiver unexpectedly. Vegeta remained still however despite the cold air rolling in. Bulma’s thoughts were flying around at a 100 mile per hour while Vegeta became increasingly confusing.
            “Wait…” she spoke randomly, “You never answered my question!” she watched as his thick eyebrows narrowed, “That night when he was going to hit me… why did you intervene?”
He could see that Bulma’s question was inspired by genuine curiosity.
            “What? Would you have preferred that I let him strike you?” he raised an eyebrow indicating some seriousness in his questioning.
            “So you chose to help me?” Bulma widened her eyes innocently, trying her best to get the truth out of him without him suspecting her of some hidden agenda.
Vegeta’s mouth twitched whilst his eyes darted between hers, it was clear he was struggling to find an excuse.
            ‘Does he really care about me?’
In defeat, Vegeta glanced past Bulma on the ground behind her, “I suppose so,”
His voice became somewhat tender, it appeared difficult for him to admit the truth. Bulma knew that physical affection scared Vegeta, that didn’t stop her from wanting to throw her arms around him proving that he didn’t have to be so cold around her but she knew better. She had been lucky enough to get Vegeta to open up the way he had this night and pushing it too far would only bring regret in her.
Repressing her gratitude, she spoke gently, “Thank you… again,” she smiled baring her perfect teeth, “You know Vegeta… No matter what you think I think about you, I know there’s more to you than what you want me to see,”
He snapped his head to the side, “As if I care what you think,” his harsh voice returned.
Bulma watched him under her lashes as she curled her lips inward; hiding another smile, “Yeah…” she breathed quietly, “I know,”
He planted his coal eyes on hers once more, it was clear to Bulma she had struck a chord with him. Had Vegeta finally became aware of her understanding and non-judgmental nature?
            ‘I think he finally understands that I’m not here to judge his every move. I’m not here to convince him to become the good guy… I’m just here for him. That’s all,’
Not willing to show any vulnerability Vegeta snapped back to his scowling self, “Where are we on the training woman?”
            ‘So he’s back to his usual self then?’ she laughed silently, attempting to appear more serious she swallowed down her smile, “I haven’t been working these past few days so –“
            “What?” Vegeta became tense causing the petite female to flinch a little, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I had known how long it would take,” he growled almost to himself.
            “Okay then… let’s agree to something…” she had peaked Vegeta’s interest and he raised his eyebrow to her curiously, “You help rebuild my house and I promise to have your training ready within the week?”
            “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just threaten you in order to have it done?”
Bulma giggled off his threat, “Like I said… I know you better than you think. Besides, I never thought a Prince would be inclined to make empty threats…” she watched him as he growled, annoyed that she had him figured.
            “Fine,” he barked, “But if I’m not training by the end of the week I’ll destroy the whole building,”
Vegeta suddenly stormed past her and proceeded inside through the front door.
            ‘Why bother? He could have walked through that huge gaping hole,’ she shot a disgusted look towards the damage, ‘At least the lab is on the other side of the building,’ Bulma paused in realisation, ‘That bastard! He knew exactly what he was doing! He knew the angle at which to hit my home so as not to hurt me… and that the rooms he would destroy in the process were of little importance’ she began shaking her head in disbelief, ‘I might understand his emotional struggles but I definitely underestimate his intelligence,’
The heavy clouds began releasing some weight as drops of rain fell to the Earth.
            ‘Summer is definitely over…’ she paused briefly and held out her hand to test the severity of the weather.
As the rain drops increased she quickly headed inside. Using the phone hung up by the living room, she dialled the number of a local builder:
            “Hello…?” a gravelly voice rumbled down the phone.
            “Hello, is this Omi Chun? It’s Bulma Briefs here,”
            “Miss Briefs?” his tone rose in pitch, “Yes it’s Omi, how can I help?”
Bulma sighed awkwardly indicating to Omi she would rather not be asking, “Well… There’s been an explosion at my home, it’s destroyed at least half of my house and I could really do with your help as soon as possible,”
            “Oh… what happened?”
            “I… “ she paused trying to conjure up a convincing fib, “I made a nearly fatal error mixing up chemicals that I really shouldn’t have!” she laughed attempting to appear casual, “I understand that it’s late and I don’t expect you to come around now –“
            “I’ll be around in five minutes!” he jumped in, “I wouldn’t feel right leaving a young woman unsheltered. I could at least come around and assess the damage for now,”
Bulma smiled widely, “Oh that’s very kind of you! Thank you so much!”
            “It’s not a problem,” the generous man hung up the phone.
She made her way into the living area that was still intact, as she glanced down the hall however she was presented with a harsh wind. The darkened city could be seen and the rain began hitting what was now the end of the corridor. Rubble replaced what was once the East of Capsule Corp, the lights of the ceiling dangled down and flickered continuously. Thankfully, Dr Briefs ensured that their home was built with various electrical circuits as he knew they would be prone to accidents. It was clear the Eastern electrical circuit would be out, however there was still hope for the Northern circuit which supplied the living area.
Bulma turned her attention to the TV, the blue blank screen remained indicating the electricity of the North side was unharmed. She sat back down on the sofa and flicked through the channels.
            ‘I can’t get comfortable with all this cold!’ she moaned internally, ‘I feel like a crazy woman. I’m just sitting her seeming fine whilst my home is falling apart,’ her gaze averted onto her once hot chocolate, the marshmallows had melted and covered the drink, ‘And now I’ve got no drink,’
She rested her head in both of her hands as she attempted to relax herself. The slamming of a door caused her to flinch and she flicked her head down the corridor. Bulma could see Vegeta stroll through the kitchen and into the living area… in nothing but tight grey boxer shorts. Bulma resisted temptation and glanced straight in his eyes:
            “The shower’s not working!” he groaned.
As he stood there with a scolded face on a manly body, Bulma unleashed a laugh;
            “What did you expect?” she rose from her seat and threw her arms out, “That there’d be no repercussions after an outburst like that? Unfortunately until we have the builders working on it, there’s nothing we can do”
She continued giggling to Vegeta’s distaste. He glanced away from her in annoyance then the sound of the door knocking disturbed them both. The Proud Prince flipped his head around to the hallway as Bulma strode past him. The heat radiating from his hard body surrounded Bulma’s gentle skin, causing a reaction from her body. Before Vegeta could catch on, she hurried down the stairs in a panic;
            ‘I really need to be careful!’ she huffed.
Opening the door she witnessed a rather chubby man dressed in loose black joggers and a green insulated vest.
            “Miss Briefs,” he smiled widely.
            “Omi Chun… Welcome,” she greeted whilst signalling him in.
His eyes filled with wonder as he absorbed his surroundings, “This house is fantastic!” he spoke with wonderment.
Bulma grinned, “Yeah… well as you’re about to see it’s not so great anymore… This way,”
She led Omi down the corridor to the damage. The builder grimaced at the extent of the it… Water pipes hung out in the open as water poured out of them, sparks flew erratically from within the broken walls and rubble filled the best part of the garden.
            “Uh… this is pretty bad Miss Briefs… what on Earth were you trying to do?” his tone was curious.
            “Yeah tell me about it!” she attempted a chuckle, “Do you reckon you could fix it?” she deflected his question with one of her own.
Omi began scratching his head in deep thought, “Hmmm… Well first things first, we need to cut off your electricity, if it reaches the water or the rain finds it, it could blow up the whole house,”
            “Of course,”
He began walking across the rubble carefully inspecting as rainfall continually hit him, “And… Then it would be a matter of clearing up this mess in order to create room for the scaffolding,” he glanced up and around examining what was left of the East of Capsule Corp, “Yeah, I think I could do it,”
He lowered his head to flash Bulma a smile, “Oh that’s great!” she gleamed back.
Cautiously, he began making his way back over to Bulma’s side, “It could take me a couple of weeks if I can find the right guys,” he gave the mess a look over then noticed the neighbouring buildings, “It’s a wonder none of this hit them,” he pointed out, “Your employees are in for a shock tomorrow,” he laughed.
Bulma smiled politely, “Yeah,”
            “Looks like I’ll be gathering a bunch of my best men tonight,” he explained, “I’ll be around as soon as I have supplies tomorrow… For now, is there anything you could cover this up with? I feel uneasy about leaving you like this,”
Her blue eyes warmed on Omi, “Don’t worry about that,” her thoughts drifted on to Vegeta, “I’ll be just fine,”
With a perplexed gaze, Omi followed Bulma back down to the front door.
            “Well thank you so much for coming around at such a late time,” Bulma spoke as she opened the door for him.
            “It’s no problem and I’ll see you as soon as possible tomorrow Miss Briefs… Stay safe!” he waved as he made his way down the patio.
After closing the door, Bulma made her way to the generator room on the West wing of Capsule Corp. Upon entering the green hue of the room, she walked straight over to the control box on the wall that featured various labelled buttons and flicked off the electricity to the East wing… or what was left of it. There wasn’t much that could be done to prevent the water leakage so turning off the electricity was all that she could do.
Having left the generator room, Bulma made her way back over to the living area only to find Vegeta had clothed himself and stolen her seat. With a pout she slumped next to him on the now colder part of the sofa. She noticed that Vegeta had changed the channel to something odd:
            “Is this Wild Wolves?” she questioned with a hidden giggle.
Wild Wolves was a program dedicated to documenting the lives of a particular pack of wolves.
Vegeta’s black eyes were fixed on the television, he rested his stern jaw on his locked hands and with a mutter he replied, “Yes,”
Bulma’s eyes widened with wonder, “Wow Vegeta, I never thought you’d be a nature boy,”
She held in a giggle but Vegeta could sense she was amused.
            “The creatures on this planet are fascinating,” he grunted without shame, “Especially those creations you call elephants,”
With her best efforts Bulma failed to repress her laughter, “Elephants?” she snorted, “What about them?”
Bulma focused in on how the light hit his sharp features. Despite the glow from the light his eyes remained dark and he kept his face narrowed into his usual scowl.
Vegeta growled, “Do you ever shut up?”
The Fiery Female dropped her light expression and huffed as she snapped her head in the direction of the TV. The atmosphere between them grew tense however Bulma tried her best to concentrate on the program.
            “… As winter approaches the female wolves become more active as this is the annual mating season,” the presenter explained whilst a pack of wolves began prancing around one another on the screen, “The females will be looking for a strong male to mate with as this will give their offspring the best chance of survival,” the lens focused in on the snout of a particular wolf, “The male wolves will be attentive to any scents they may pick up,”
In fascination Vegeta lowered his hands and concentrated harder on the program.
            “The more mature females will submit pheromones that indicates to their male counterparts they are ready for mating,”
As a male wolf closed in on a female, Vegeta’s face hardened as he listened closer.
            “This is similar to humans however we have evolved to a point we no longer consciously pick up on these scents,”
The Prince snapped his head in Bulma’s direction who continued carelessly watching the TV taking no notice of him. In realisation, he stared on at her attempting to figure out whether what he smelt around her so often was indeed her way of signalling that she is ready for mating.
            ‘She is a mature woman as far as I’m aware… Well, as far as her age is concerned’ he began thinking slightly panicked whilst Bulma remained completely oblivious.
The presenter continued in the background, “Just like humans, wolves tend to show affection as a sign of sexual interest, signifying who they wish to mate with. This may take some time as they play with one another, touching, rubbing and licking are all signs of interest during mating season,”
Vegeta’s duration at Capsule Corp began flashing before his eyes, the moment he had shared with Bulma in the bathroom in particular stood out to him. He thought back to the many times Bulma had placed a hand on him;
            ‘Does… she…’ before he could make some sort of conclusion his thoughts were interrupted once more;
            “Of course the difference between wolves and humans is that both male and female humans are physically affectionate towards friends and less so – due to nervousness or fear of rejection – to potential mates,”
Unleashing a silent sigh, Vegeta relaxed at that verdict. Wondering that he might have been overthinking the whole ordeal, he lowered into the sofa with relief. However there was a lingering feeling left within him, he noticed this change and wondered what it might be. Fearing the worst he clenched his face and growled loud enough that Bulma flinched causing her to glance his way. The Proud Saiyan rose from his seat in obvious distress and stormed off down the corridor, the absence of a slamming door confirmed to Bulma he must of flew off somewhere through the hole at the end of the corridor.
            ‘What was that all about?’ she continued staring in bewilderment.
The sound of a car pulling up on the drive distracted Bulma and so she scurried to the window. Her parents were back and not wanting to explain what had taken place she ran off to Vegeta’s room.
            “I am way too tired to deal with them,” she yawned as she undressed herself and threw on a man’s green shirt she had found in Vegeta’s drawers. Crawling under the duvet, Bulma did her best to get some rest after the long night she had endured.

AN: Ps, thank you guys so much for rating this story! It always inspires me to keep going. As always I hope you enjoyed this chapter :P Thanks for reading!
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