"Oh, Vegita!" Sunny exclaimed as she went around to his side of the table and hugged him, a hug he didn't return. Instead he merely scowled as she pulled back and gleamed at him. "Really, Vegita. I'm very proud of you. Having compassion for another human being."
"If you keep acting like this I will never show compassion again." He grumbled through clenched teeth. The blond giggled and backed off but remained standing. Despite her hair color, Sunny was actually a very smart girl and one of Vegita's closest, well, the closest thing you can call to a friend. The girl was a bit older than him, being twenty-six, and had been a heavy influence in his younger years.
Her expression took on a more serious look. "But do you think it's such a good idea to bring her here?" She asked, folding her arms over her stomach. "She's awfully pretty, and really young."
"Do you think I didn't realize that?" He asked, irritation present in his voice.
"Oh, I know you realized that. And that's part of the reason I'm asking. I have full confidence in your ability to protect her from others but-" Vegita raised his hand, cutting her off, then brought that same hand to rub his temples. The cerulean-eyed woman sighed, casting the younger man a sympathetic look. "Wow, 'Gita. I didn't realize that three days in a car with someone could do that. Especially not to you. I would have thought the effect would have been completely opposite."
The dark-haired man raised his equally dark eyes to the female standing before him. "What are you babbling about?" He inquired, evidence of his headache clear on his face.
Sunny gave a soft knowing smile. "I really just drop by to say hello. I need to get going, or I'll be late for work." She mussed his hair before turning and leaving. "I'll catch you later. Behave yourself." She called before departing the room and then the apartment, leaving a thoroughly confused man in her wake. Vegita no Ouji continued to stare at the doorway before grumbling and laying his head down on the table. "I can't believe I almost kissed her..." He whispered to himself. "And what the hell did Sunny mean by that?" He growled softly. "Women."
Bulma flipped her cerulean locks back over her shoulder and offered a flirtatious smile to a few male passer-bys. The girl hadn't felt this good in ages! She had plenty of energy, a grin on her face, her hair looked great, her outfit was perfect, she was getting many looks and she was doing one of her favorite things in the world; shopping. A glorious week in Rakurai City had already passed and her fondness for the large metropolis increased with each passing day. The teen had no idea what Vegita had been warning her about.
He's just protective... She thought to herself dotingly, a light blush claiming her cheeks with the reflection of the often-scowling man. Bulma had never had someone that attentive care so much for her. Sure, Yamcha would keep other guys away, but that was simple jealously. The heiress snickered to herself at the thought of Yamcha's reaction to Vegita. An upbeat tune ringing from her purse interrupted the girl's juvenile delight.
The blue-haired teenager didn't even have to look at the name to know who it was. Only one person had the number to this phone, since he gave it to her. "Heya, 'Gita! What's up? Aren't you working?"
"Hmph, of course I am. I was calling to let you know I won't be home until around nine." A gruff voice on the other end replied.
The girl giggled. "No need to be grumpy. And you know, you don't have to call me every day to tell me when you'll be home..." I feel like his wife or something...
"If I didn't, then you would bitch at me later for not doing so." I feel like she's my wife or something.... "Hey...what's the noise?" He asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
Bulma stepped off to the side, putting herself against a wall and less in the middle of the mall. "Noise? Oh, it's just the T.V." A growl from the other end made the girl swallow hard.
