No One Said It Would Be Easy

Chapter 6

"Are you serious, woman?" Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes.

"Yes. You are going to go inside and apologize to that poor woman for destroying her house!" She exclaimed.

"It was your stupid boyfriend for throwing me through the house, make him apologize!" Vegeta grumpily complained.

"Whatever! Come on." Bulma turned off the car and stepped out onto the driveway. She walked up to the front door and turned to see Vegeta staring at her. "Well?" She called out.

Vegeta rested his head against the back of the seat. Since when do I even listen to the woman? What's wrong with me? He sighed, then left the car and joined Bulma at the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited. Vegeta crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.

"I'm going to become an old man before this hag opens the door."

"I thought Saiyans barely age?" Bulma frowned.

"Exactly. That's how long this is taking." He grumbled. Bulma chuckled and was about to say something when the door opened slowly.

"Hello?" The old lady from earlier peeked outside to see Bulma and the scary man that blasted through her house. Her face scrunched up. "You're the sorry lad that messed up my home!"

Vegeta said something unintelligible and a little rude, earning a nudge in his side from Bulma. He shot her a look, and then sighed.

"I'm sorry for the damages." He stated quickly and quietly.

"Eh, what's that? I can't hear well." The lady said with her hand up to her ear.

"I SAID I'M SORRY!" Vegeta shouted, clearly ticked off, and stomped away from the two women.

"Hey Vegeta, why don't you tell her how you're going to repair her house, too?" Bulma shouted after the Prince.

"IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT I, PRINCE VEGETA, WILL BE DOING ANY PHYSICAL LABOUR, YOU ARE SORELY MISTAKEN!!" Vegeta screamed at Bulma.

"Oh really? When Goku comes back I'm gonna tell him to beat you up!" Bulma screamed back. Vegeta froze. He clenched his fists tightly, then blasted up into the sky and flew off. Bulma shook her head, then turned back to the lady. "I'm sorry about that, I'll talk to him about getting your home repaired."

The lady shook her head and smiled. "No need dearie, it's enough that he said sorry. My insurance will take care of it. Besides, it was the other guy who threw him through my window."

Bulma tilted her head slightly. "You saw it happen?"

"Oh yes. I was drinking my tea when I saw the young guy with the two girls on his arms throw the first punch." The lady leaned against the door frame.

Bulma furrowed her brows. He had girls with him? Of course Yamcha left that part out.

"Well, I'm sorry your boyfriend got arrested, even though he didn't start the fight."

"Oh, no, Vegeta isn't my-" She was cut off.

"Oh? But you two love each other do you not?" The old lady smiled.

WHAT?! Is this lady for real? Bulma screamed internally. The lady could tell that Bulma was freaked out. She chuckled.

"It just seemed so obvious that you two hotheads have feelings for each other."

"Oh, uh- I have to g-go home now." Bulma stammered and turned around, running to her car. Awkward!

"Bye bye, dearie! Take care!" The lady retreated into her house, closing the door behind her.

Oh my God. Bulma sighed, got into the car and rested her head against the steering wheel. She thinks I'm in love with Vegeta. She laughed shakily. "No way." She said to herself. "He's stubborn, rude, and only thinks about himself!" She started the car and drove to her home. When she pulled into the driveway, she noticed the flashing lights inside the training room.

Hard at work, as usual. Bulma smiled automatically at the thought of Vegeta. She turned off the car and was about to enter her house when she remembered she still had the white glove in her purse.

"I should return it to him now." She said to herself, forcing herself to walk to the training room, but the closer she got, the more her stomach turned. "Whatever, it's no big deal." She was in front of the door now, with her hand raised to give it a knock when she realized she was shaking a little bit. She lowered her hand, took a few deep breaths and then knocked on the door.

The noises coming from inside the training room silenced, and Bulma could hear Vegeta's footsteps getting closer to the door with every second that passed. Her heart was pounding nearly right out of her chest.

The door opened, and there stood Vegeta in all his muscular glory, the permanent scowl on his face seeming angrier than normal. Bulma was unable to focus on anything other than his broad shoulders.

"Woman?" Vegeta was trying to figure out what she was interrupting his training for, when he realized she was admiring his body again. He shook his head, then reached out and put his hand on her shoulder to give her a little shake. Bulma snapped out of her nervous trance and blurted out,

"Here's your glove!" and thrust the glove in Vegeta's direction. He took it from her and turned to close the door when he thought of something.

I don't even know why I'm doing this, he thought.

"Uh, Bulma." Vegeta began. Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. He shifted uncomfortably. "Thanks, for today." With that, he closed the door.

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"He even said thanks." Bulma gushed to her mom as they drank tea together.

"Oh my. That's certainly new." Mrs. Briefs grinned. "It seems like Vegeta is warming up to you."

Bulma sipped her tea. "Yeah"

"So tell me dear. Is it over between you and Yamcha?" Mrs. Briefs asked softly. Bulma put down her empty tea cup.

"I think so." She replied. "I mean, a part of me doesn't want to let go, because we've been together for such a long time. And I can't even guarantee that what happened between Vegeta and me today will even mean anything in terms of a 'possible relationship'," Bulma spoke those last words a whisper. Mrs. Briefs nodded in understanding. "What happens if I leave Yamcha and try to gain Vegeta's attention but that doesn't work because Vegeta is.. well.. Vegeta?" Bulma sighed. Mrs. Briefs took her daughter's hands in her own.

"Dear, I think you just need to be patient. I know you'll do the right thing. You're so smart."

Bulma smiled. "Thanks Mom." She looked at her watch. "It's getting late, I should go upstairs. Goodnight Mom."

"Goodnight Bulma." Mrs. Briefs picked up the two tea cups and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Bulma stood up and walked into the hallway. Once again, she found Vegeta standing next to the cat's bed, looking down at his sleeping form. Bulma decided to speak up.

"You know Vegeta, you shouldn't feel embarrassed by someone seeing you appreciate a smaller life form. It doesn't make you weak or anything," she said softly. Vegeta turned to look at her. The scowl on his face suddenly didn't seem so menacing anymore. Now she saw it as just his normal face. The scowl didn't have to mean that Vegeta was mad at everything. That's just how he looked. He could be feeling content and still look angry. In a way, Bulma knew this all along, but after the events of today, she felt like she could actually speak to him and wasn't so much intimidated by him anymore. Vegeta sighed.

"I heard your conversation."

Bulma said nothing. He was eavesdropping? How rude!

"You're too strong for a weakling like Yamcha." Vegeta muttered as he walked past Bulma. He walked up the stairs and to the left to go into his room. She heard the door close after him. A smile began to play at her lips, and she walked up the stairs as well. She looked to the right to where her bedroom was, and decided to turn left instead. She knocked on the door gently and opened it, softly closing it behind her.