Young Love

Chapter 19

Bulma's House

Bulma had just arrive to her house not too long ago after having Chi chi and Goku drop her off. The ice cream pitstop wasn't as half as bad as she expected. It was nice not having Vegeta around to stress her out but that wasn't the case.

Every since their interaction in the hallway she couldn't get her mind of him. Hopefully he hasn't done anything stupid or else she probably would've had a panic attack.

Vegeta's car wasn't in the drive way so she assumed he hasn't been home.

Ugh! I can't allow the Ouji to get me all flustered.

Bulma nodded reassuringly as she entered her own home.

" Bulma? Is that you sweetie?" Her mom called from the kitchen. Sometimes Bulma believed that her mom lived in the kitchen.

" Yes, it's me mom." She replied closing the door behind her.

The older teen took off her shoes as she made her way up the stairs.

" I made snacks if you're feeling a bit hungry."

Mrs.Briefs spoke, loud enough for Bulma to hear in the upstairs hallway.

" Alright, maybe a little later."

Bulma entered her room, plopping down on her bed. This bites! She thought to herself as she look up at her ceiling.

It wasn't fair, Vegeta could probably careless about how he made her feel and yet she couldn't do the same for him. He was like a bad dream that kept replying over and over in her mind.

She pulled out her phone, glaring at her reflection in the dark screen. The urge to call him was nipping at her heels. Oh how she wish to hear his voice at the moment.

Wait, hold up.

This wasn't her, why is she all of a sudden getting all hung up over a boy and Vegeta of all people.

" It's not my fault Geta doesn't know how to express himself."

Suddenly Bulma felt in the mood to indulge herself in her mother's homemade snack.

" I won't let him get to me. He'll come to me at his own time and with his own free will."

And with that she kicked off her shoes and made her way back downstairs. Little did she know a particular Ouji had decided to call her at that exact same moment.

Vegeta sat there on the hood of his car, phone close to his ear. Just when it was about to go to voicemail he hung up. He looked at his phone for a little before laying back down on the hood. It usually didn't take Bulma that long to answer his calls.

Was it possible that she didn't want to talk to him and was possible mad at him? Maybe, he couldn't know for sure unless he talked to her. He looked up into the blue sky, watching the clouds move slowly.

What's up with me?

The Ouji combed his fingers through his hair before stopping to cover his face. His phone rung. Before it could get to the second ring he picked it up.

" Vegeta."

He was disappointed to hear that it wasn't the voice he was looking for.

" How did you get my number?" 18 rolled her eyes in annoyance.