Compromise

Something About Cake

Since the Gravity Room was out of commission ("Again?" Bulma groaned,) Vegeta had gone elsewhere to work out. He didn't get back for another few hours, until lunch. Bulma waited for him in his personal kitchen.

"Hn. How was your 'meeting' with Kakarot?" Vegeta asked snidely, taking a huge bottle of water out of the fridge. He was soaked in sweat, but Bulma never found that smell offensive.

Bulma didn't say anything at first, which was surprising to Vegeta. He was expecting a witty retort. She just kind of stared at the counter top.

"What, are you expecting an apology?" Vegeta said, allowing a haughty smirk, "Oh, I'm so sorry you wanna fuck other people because you're so unsatisfied with your husband's amazing-"

"Just stop!" Bulma snapped, "Please! We need to talk. Like adults."

The come-back was on his lips, but he swallowed it. "Fine. Justify your sudden desire for infidelity." He muttered, turning away to heat up an instant meal.

"It- ugh! It wouldn't be infidelity, because I wouldn't be sneaking behind your back!" Bulma tried to explain, "And put that away. We could go get lunch."

Vegeta ignored her, putting the tray of protein gloop in the microwave.

"Are you going to listen to me, or are you just going to ignore me?" She said, looking heavenwards and letting out a long-suffering sigh.

"You know, I've seen pornography similar to this set-up. I'm not going to be some sort of cuckold." He didn't push the buttons on the microwave just yet. She did have exceptional lunch spots, thanks to being the world's richest person.

"I don't want that for you either." Bulma said, glad the conversation hadn't ascended into a shouting match off the bat, "You could fuck other people too."

Frowning in mild confusion, Vegeta turned around, meeting her eye, "What makes you think I want to fuck other people?" He asked, slightly offended at the idea.

Bulma shrugged, "It wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun."

Vegeta stared at her some more, sighed and shook his head. "Let me shower. Book us somewhere phenomenal." He said dismissively, leaving to his bathroom.

Bulma met with him at her most recent Capsule transport, surprised that he'd dressed somewhat nice for their outing. This meant he was being somewhat agreeable, which was promising. She felt a slight jolt of ... a feeling... at the idea of Vegeta fucking someone else. But she'd be a hypocrite not to let him do that.

"You didn't wanna fly us?" Bulma asked as he climbed into the passenger side.

"What, and get your hair all messed up?" Vegeta smirked, using an excuse she had used on him before.

This kind of teasing meant he was still a bit pissed. Or wary. Vegeta had complex emotions after all. "Fair enough," she murmured to herself as she got into the transport and buckled up.

They didn't talk during the trip. Bulma wished she could put on the radio to make it less awkward, but Vegeta hated most music, tolerating classical at best.

Finally, after an hour of flying, she landed them down in a field by a vineyard. A team of wait staff met them, leading then to a table under a canopy. "We have a fourteen course meal option," a slightly star struck waiter said, handing her a menu, "And Earth's finest wine selection."

"We'll have it all." Bulma said, not bothering to look, handing it back, "Just keep the food coming."

"Yes ma'am."