Author's Comment: Wow. It's been stupidly long since my last update. Thank you to those who have tagged my story and still read/comment even through it's been so long. I'm damn determined to finish this thing and all of your support helps!
Fascination
Chapter 12-
Vegita sat in silence with his head in his hand as his rubbed his left temple. The dark-haired man was not looking forward to the next few hours. He currently sat outside, in his truck, procrastinating going into his own apartment. He was certain the woman was still fairly upset with him, not that he blamed her much. HE wouldn't have tolerated HER walking out on his questions. But, to be honest with himself, it was not facing her mood that stalled him; Vegita was still confused on his side of things. Yes, she's gorgeous, intelligent and independent but what did he really know about her? Not even her real name.
Even though that's really the only thing she knows about you argued that little annoying voice. Vegita huffed in frustration and threw open the truck door to head inside. He'd much rather face the girl than that damned voice!
Vegita growled when he found the door unlocked. "Onna! What have I told you about locking this door?" He yelled after throwing the door open and stomping into the house. When he reached the kitchen without receiving a response, the man hesitated in his movement. "Aoi?" He called before heading into the rest of the apartment.
He began to sigh in relief when he entered the living room to find her sitting on the couch, but a figure in his chair extinguished all easement he had felt.
"I do apologize, Vegita, the door was my fault. But honestly, what sort of person runs through the house bellowing when he has guests over? Quite rude," the green-haired man stated quite calmly despite having a now glaring Vegita facing him.
"Zarbon," Vegita growled. "What do you want?" He had to fight very hard to keep from looking over at Aoi again, to ensure that foul creature had done her no harm. He did, however, move to the center of the room to stand between them.
"Tsk, tsk. Not even a proper greeting? Your manners are deplorable." Zarbon drawled as his stood to straighten his clothes and fastidiously plucked a fuzzy or two from his blazer. The dark-haired man could tell that his unwelcome guest, though looking very nonchalant, was paying very close attention to not only his behavior, but the girl's as well. Zarbon was a calculating son of a bitch and not much got past his notice.
Vegita forced himself to take a breath; there was no need to make the taller man more suspicious of the situation. His crossed his arms as he spoke, "You know I've never really cared for you just dropping in. and you're wasting my time. What do you want? Or are you suddenly partaking in social calls?"
"Heh, hardly," he scoffed as he flicked a stray hair from his face before reaching into his jacket and removing an envelope. He brandished it for a moment before tossing it to him. "For you, from Furiza, with love," Zarbon gave a sardonic smile. "And now I suppose I'll get out of your ridiculous hair. Always a pleasure, as usual Vegita no Ouji," He gave sarcastic little bow then turned his gold eyes back to Bulma. "And it was a wonderful treat meeting you, Miss B-," he stopped, lightly covering his lips with his fingers with false embarrassment. "Miss Sapphire."
With that, he turned and left. Vegita took no interest in the last exchange between the girl and the creep, but Bulma couldn't keep from looking a bit shocked. That man couldn't possibly know! Could he? No. There was no way. It was just a mistake. He was probably just about to call her Miss Bitch.
Vegita remained completely still until he heard the front door close and Zarbon's retreating footsteps. Once the danger was gone, his body didn't know what to feel. Relief? Anger? Violated? Worried?
