Vegeta-go-luckey- I guess you really are lucky since I updated just a few days after you posted. - I appreciate the ideas, but I've already moved on. I'll keep it tucked away for later though.
Shades of Crimson- Always a pleasure to hear from you. 3 And be careful with the compliments, you're going to make me blush. And I agree that Bulma is kinda young, but it works with plot and I have plans later. - As for your questions, some of them are answered in this chapter! Yay!
Morgain Croix- Thanks, but don't rush the kiss. I enjoy torturing my readers, then the kiss is more satisfying.
Maige- Thanks, please the enjoy.
M'kay, on with the next chapter!
Disclaimer- Do I really need a disclaimer when I don't have a claimer? If I don't claim it, doesn't that mean I know it's not mine? Anywho, Vegita and Bulma are not mine. Sunny, Rydack and this plot line is. Deal with it. 3
Fascination
Chapter 9- Trust Me
Bulma dug through her bag in a frustrated manner, this time actually pulling the contents out and onto the floor. She huffed in annoyance. "I must have left it in the truck." She grumbled before looking around the living room floor to find she now had several messy piles of her discarded belongings. Exasperated, she sighed deeply and flopped back on the plush rug.
She could hardly believe it. Here she was, several days away from her parent's home, wrapped in a towel, lying on an older man's living room floor. Her friends from school would be jealous; well, some of them. Juu would be worried, but Bulma knew what she was doing. The blue-haired girl sat up again and, grabbing a few articles of clothing, got to her feet and returned to the bathroom. Vegita had hair. Surely he had a comb somewhere. After a few minutes of rummaging she found one that looked like it had never been used in the back of one of the drawers. Shrugging, the teen rinsed the utensil and began tending to her damp hair.
Half an hour later her hair was combed and she was curled up on the leather couch wearing a pair of purple sleep pants and a white bra tank. She had managed to busy herself for the first two hours, but her dark-haired roommate wouldn't be back for another three hours at least. She had wanted to go with him, but he said he had work to do. So, she opted to take a long, hot bath with her latest issue of Cosmo that included a particularly interesting article titled "The Wisdom of Age- Perks of Older Men." So now the young woman sat there, flipping numbingly through channels only to find nothing of interest on. Her crystal blues drifted to the cordless phone on the end table. Perhaps she'd call one of her friends...no. She ran away, she couldn't risk giving her friends too much information or they might be able to find her. The temptation to gush would be too high. "Though...I guess I should check my messages. Wonder if anyone is worrying yet..."
After grabbing the black phone she made herself comfortable in the leather arm chair next to phone's base.
"You have five new messages. Message number one from..."
Bulma sat and listened to the first four messages with mild interest. Two from Juu, one from Launch and one from Yamcha but there was no obvious concern yet. Of course there wouldn't be. I've only been gone three days. I've ignored messages longer than that. She scolded herself. The last message, however, caught her attention. It was from her mother, who would have little reason to call in middle of their vacation time. The heir to Capsule Corp scowled. She couldn't believe it! Her parents decided they weren't ready to come home, so they were going to the summer house in Italy for only Kami knows how long. "We should be back before your summer vacation is over." Her mother said before the usual 'We love you, see you soon.'
