Another chapter! Yay! And as I promised, more action! I apologize if it still seems a little rusty, I'm still getting back into groove of writing.
Nintendocat- Thank you for the compliments. And yes, I did mean couch. grins sheepishly
Sociopathic- lol Yes, it has been a long time since I updated. But I'm back, and this time I've completely laid out the plot so I shouldn't get stuck again. Hope you enjoy the rest, and I'll also keep working on the new story. You're a very good guesser. grin and wink
Priestess of Passion- Aww, you're gonna make a girl blush.
Elite21- Well, I'm very happy you decided to read it. And even happier that you enjoyed it. It is hard coming up with original V/B ideas, that's one of the reason I don't really like writing them. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying this. But it took me a while to start writing one. -
Kitana18- Pudding.
Fascination
Chapter 11- Knock, Knock
Vegita no Ouji sighed deeply, running a hand roughly through his hair. He could feel the stress lift from his shoulders over the last couple of days when he had come home to find the girl wearing the bracelet. It offered her a bit of protection and allowed him to keep dibs on her. She had been acting odd since that night, but the man could hardly blame her. His actions were totally out of character for him. He was extremely relieved she wasn't more suspicious of the gesture. But her mood lately was still unsettling. She seemed more...sedated? And much quicker to give him that smile.
The dark-haired man shook his head. "Women," He muttered.
Bulma hummed cheerfully to herself as she set the last of the table. This playing housewife wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. There was satisfaction in cooking for one's ... well, she still wasn't certain what Vegita was to her. But he had been responding well to her gestures of affection; cooking, cleaning, being less argumentative, and overall more pleasant. She was running out of time, and Bulma Brief refused to go home with any regrets.
Vegita found himself enjoying yet another dinner by his house guest. "Hmph...you're spoiling me, woman." He grunted with an amused glint in his obsidian eyes.
The cerulean-haired girl laughed. "Maybe I'm just softening you up." She teased with a wink as she stood and started clearing the dishes. A grunt from across the table snagged her attention from her task.
"Isn't there a new episode of that silly show you like on soon?" He asked nonchalantly, while paying awfully close attention to the fork in his hand.
Bulma looked at the clock, surprised about how late it was already. "Oh yeah..."
"Mm." The man stood. "Go. I'll do this." He stated in the voice that left no room for debate.
The teenager stood taken aback for a moment before offering him a warm smile. "Thank you, Vegita." She moved around the table and toward the living room, pausing next to him to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, and continuing on before he had much of a chance to respond or see the light blush gracing her cheeks.
Frozen in place, Vegita was grateful she continued on so quickly since it took him a few seconds to regain his composure. Steeling his features, the proud man went about his business on auto pilot, since his brain was very much preoccupied.
Bulma was absolutely thrilled with Vegita's thoughtful gesture. Consideration for another wasn't exactly one of the man's strongest attributes. The girl was still casting warm smiles every time she saw him for the rest of the night. When he joined her in his king-sized bed she couldn't resist snuggling up to his back. She held her breath when he tensed, and when he didn't relax she pulled away. The dark hid the flush of embarrassment and disappointment. She took a long, soft breath to steady her emotional response and rolled over.
