Kataan, maz2, and Maia1289- Thanks for your constant support and review. It really does encourage me to write more. Sometimes writing a story just for yourself isn't enough you know?
Super-Veggie-San- -smiles- Glad you like Veggie's last name. Thanks for review, I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
DBZ-fan-JESS- Heh, I can't wait to see where I'm going with it either. -smiles and winks- But seriously, like I said, I know how it's going to end, it's the middle that's hard to get through. But I guess I can't just write a beginning and end could I?
Shades of Crimson- -blushes- Aww, thanks. I'm glad you like Bulma thus far, and we'll learn more about Veggie-kun once they reach New Orleans. I just hope this fic isn't moving too slowly...
Once again, thanks for the reviews everyone! And as a gift, here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer- I do not own DBZ.
Fascination
Chapter 5- Curiosity and the Cat
"How old are you , Aoi?" Vegita asked, taking another bite of his steak but still watching her across the table. The blue-haired girl was taking a sip of her drink when he asked, making her nearly choke on her sprite. Vegita chuckled, taking a gulp of his own drink while waiting.
"It's rude to ask a girl her age, you know." She retorted before taking a bite of her chicken salad. She still found it humorous how Vegita reacted when she ordered, asking how she could possibly pass up a juicy steak for white meat and vegetation. He apparently liked his red meat.
The dark-haired man smirked knowingly. "You're avoiding the question. And I would guess your age, but every time I do guess a woman's age I get slapped and you have rings." He added, pointing to the jewelry. "So, forgive my rudeness, I'm merely trying to keep my face in tact."
Bulma laughed at his justification. "Oh alright, I forgive you." She paused, her blue eyes on her salad as she shifted it around with her fork. She still hadn't answered his question, and it was near to impossible to change the subject with him, as she learned the hard way in the car. "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said I was twenty, eh?" She asked in a skeptical tone, glancing up at the man with a hopeful look.
"Heh, 'fraid not, Princess. And no pleading the fifth either, you avoid way too many questions in the truck with that."
Bulma looked up at him disbelievingly. "Hey, you have no room to talk. You only answered two of my questions."
"What? I answered more than that." He shot back, cutting into his steak rather roughly.
"No, sir. You told me you were 'sorta' from Kasai and that you don't have a girlfriend. That's the only answers I got out of you. For the rest, you merely replied with a question or a smart-ass answer. I won't answer your question till you answer five of mine."
Vegita's eyes snapped up to her. "What?" She continued looking at him with an unchanging expression, showing she wasn't joking. He growled. "One."
"Four." She bargained.
"Three." He sat up straight as the bargaining continued.
"Deal." She smiled victoriously. "I would have settled for two you know. But deals a deal. Three."
Vegita groaned. "Fine, fine, three questions. Then you have to answer mine."
"Alright. Hmm...three questions...they need to be good..." She turned back to her dinner while she pondered. Vegita sighed in exasperation before returning to his own plate. This may take awhile.
