Wow...long time to update. And I mean -LONG- time. But I live! And I still like this story! I just hope my loyal fans haven't disappeared. - I'll tell you now not to expect too much from this chapter, I'm kinda rusty. But the next one should be interesting!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's associated characters (Bulma, Vegita, Goku...). I do, however, own Rydack and this plot.
Fascination
Chapter 8- Welcome to Rakurai
Bulma shifted sleepily in her seat, attempting to adjust into a more comfortable position. Before drifting back off to sleep, the blue-haired girl realized that the truck wasn't moving. With one groggily opened eye, she confirmed her feeling by looking out the window. They were parked on the side of a street. The teen rubbed her eyes and sat up.
Vegita glanced over at the girl as she stirred. "Go back to sleep." He said gruffly. The man was never in a good mood when he missed a night's rest. He went back to buttoning up his fresh shirt. He needed to look a little presentable.
Bulma stretched. "Where-"she broke off in a long yawn, "are we?" She finished before rubbing at her eyes again. The girl ran a hand through her tousled hair. Vegita couldn't help but smirk-bed head was very sexy. She's sixteen, Vegita! Stop thinking like that!
And how old were you when you first- That little annoying voice started.
That is completely beside point!
"Hello? Vegita?" The young man started as the girl waved her hand in front of his face. "Are you okay?"
"Hmph, I'm fine. And we're in Rakurai." He said a little harsher than meant. The blue-haired girl looked taken aback before crossing her arms and scowling. "No need to be such a grumpy jerk." She slouched down in her seat and mumbled something along the lines of 'Someone needs a nap.'
Vegita rubbed his temples. He didn't have time for this, or the patience for that matter. "Stay here. I'll be back," was his only goodbye as he left the truck, locking it and closing the door.
The teen continue to grumble. "Jerk."
The blue-haired girl yelled in frustration. "What in the name of Kami is he doing in there?" She asked aloud, glaring at the front doors to the business building Vegita had disappeared into almost an hour ago. "Well, whatever it is, he better not be eating..." She whined as her stomach growled. He's probably sleeping.
"I'm starving!" She rummaged around behind the seats, making sure she didn't miss any bags of chips left over from their road trip. No luck. The teen slumped back into the passenger's seat.
The girl huffed as she looked out the vehicle's windows. She spotted a small restaurant a little down the street. Vegita had told her to stay here, but he didn't say he'd be gone forever! She had slept uncomfortably off and on all night, had to deal with his foul mood and was left to wait in the car starving! The young woman sat for a moment, chewing her bottom lip as she often did when making a decision. It would only take a few minutes. She would be back in no time.
With her choice made she tidied her hair a bit more, slipped on her shoes and left the truck.
The black-haired man shut the office door behind him and made his way toward the stairs. Perhaps he had been out of the loop a little longer than he thought. Things around here were shifting, and he didn't like it. He paused momentarily at the bottom of a flight of stairs to rub his temples with one hand. Maybe having the girl with him wasn't such a good idea.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Vegita would talk to Rydack before making any more decisions concerning his blue-haired passenger. He continued down the stairs and out the front doors.
Not paying too much attention, it took him a moment as he approached his truck to realize it seemed empty. He halted in his steps with widened eyes, and then closed the gap between himself and passenger door in a few swift steps. Vegita threw open the door, disconcerted by it being unlocked, and stared at the empty seat.
"Aoi! Aoi!" He called as he looked almost frantically around the area. Her purse and cd player were still there, so she wasn't mugged. She must have been grabbed. Kuso!- The young man's mind jumped to the worst possible conclusion first, as it often did. The Saiyajin certainly wouldn't put it past some of Furiza's men He spun around again, looking in every direction for any sign of her blue locks.
Vegita returned to the truck to grab his cell. He opened it and began to dial when someone's hand grabbed his shoulder. The dark-haired man startled, dropping the phone, grabbing the hand and pulling the attacker around to the front. With the door being opened, the person was forced back awkwardly against the seat and a looked up to find themselves staring down a barrel.
Aoi screamed and Vegita paled.
"Kami, woman! What the hell were you thinking sneaking up on me like that!?" He yelled, shocked by the turn of events.
"Wh-what are you doing!? Get that out of my face!" She shrilled, quite terrified at having a gun pointed at her head. Vegita looked at the gun with surprise, as if he had forgotten he had it. He put the weapon back in his belt at his lower back and helped her back to her feet looking thoroughly embarrassed.
Aoi took a few shaky steps away from him and, with trembling hands, picked up the paper bag she dropped when he grabbed her. He then remembered that he was mad at her. "What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay in the truck." He managed in a little lower voice than a yell.
Every Brief part of her insisted she retort with a sharp and clever tongue, but the frightened side of her demanded another response. "Sorry..." She replied softly, clutching the bag to her chest with both hands and keeping her true blue eyes on the ground.
The man's anger melted from his expression and mind. She actually looked younger than sixteen when holding herself like that. He stepped forward and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Her eyes slowly met his obsidian orbs, uncertainty in the blue pools. Only one action came to mind to quell this girl's fears. Vegita slid both arms around her petite body and embraced her gently. "It's alright..." He said softly in her ear. The dark-haired man felt a little silly, but this never failed to calm his sister when she was frightened.
Bulma stiffened momentarily before relaxing into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. His strong body and warm presence was surprisingly pleasant. She could feel his heart beating. She knew she should be mad at him for pulling a weapon on her but it was hard to feel any emotion right now besides comfort.
Vegita was in no more of hurry to let go of her than she was to leave. Her delicate body fit so perfectly against him. Her warmth against him, the smell of her hair, her breath against his shoulder, her voice...
Her voice?
"Umm...Vegita...we're crushing the food..." She said softly before lifting her head and looking up at him through her bangs. He could feel the heat rising to his face. How long had they been standing there like that? The black-haired man released her, more suddenly than he meant and took a step back.
"I got you a burger..." She said with a slight smile, holding the bag out. He reached out and took it, avoiding her stunning blue eyes. Bulma raised a hand to help stifle her giggle. He was blushing! He was actually red!
Vegita's obsidian eyes snapped to the teen at her gentle laugh. "What?" Of course it only made the color in his cheeks darken. Her smile widened as she shook her head, afraid to open her mouth. He was adorable!
The young man growled half-heartedly. "Just get in the truck."
Meh, sorry for the crappy-ness. Next one will be better!
