Vegeta x Genesis

Chapter 21

Vegeta's P.O.V

Genesis smiles up at me.

"Lets go see what we can do to help Bulma."

A frown comes over my face at the words "help Bulma".  The thought of helping her sours my mood. Annoying Baka. Why would I want to help her? She notices this and laughs. She playfully slaps my arm while giving me a look.

"Be nice, Vegeta. Once you get to know her, Bulma is a awesome friend. Besides, she didn't have to let you stay here."

Knowing what she says is true, I sigh. Crap. Now I have to help her. I cross my arms in annoyance. I scoff.

"I guess."

She smiles brightly, causing my cheeks go pink. She then grabs my hand once again and starts to drag me over to Bulma. My hand starts to get clammy.

"You do realize I can walk just fine on my own?" I ask, smiling at the back of her head. She stops, lets go of my hand, and turns around to face me. She smiles sheepishly, her face turning red.

"S-Sorry."

I chuckle at this.

"It's fine."

She then smiles brightly.

"Lets go then."

"Okay."

Then we walk over to Bulma, who was getting jugs and jugs of some red liquid that isn't blood. She's yelling at the guys carrying them in. And Genesis wonders why I don't want to work with her. Let alone help her. There's a good example of why I don't want to work with Bulma. Genesis taps Bulma on the shoulder. She turns around, a smile on her face.

"What's up, Genesis?"

"Me and Vegeta want to help you in any way."

Bulma looks at me, then looks at Genesis and raises her eyebrows questioningly.

"He wants to help me?"

I glare at her and cross my arms.
Genesis sighs.

"Okay, correction. I want us to help you."

Bulma smirks.

"That makes more sense."

I growl angrily. She makes it seem like I can't be nice. I can be. I just choose not to. And people get on my nerves to much for me to want to be nice. I'm about to say something, but Genesis beats me to it.

"Vegeta is nice. He just doesn't show it."

Bulma scoffs.

"I seriously doubt it."

I smirk, an idea in my head.

"You don't believe I can be nice?"

She crosses her arms and smirks.

"Nope. Not at all."

I smirk. My plan about to be set in action.

"I'll show you just how nice I can be."

Going over to the guys struggling with the jugs of the red liquid, I plaster a smile on my face. I already regret this plan. Oh well.

"Hey, do you guys need help?"

They stop and turn, smiling appreciatively.

"Yeah, If you don't mind."

"Of course not."

I go over to the last 30 jugs of the mysterious red liquid and pick them all up. The men gape at me. I almost smirk. Almost. Putting on a look that says that I'm oblivious to their gaping, I tilt my head to the side slightly.

"Where does these go?"

One of the guys gets out of their stupor and shake their head.

"In the kitchen."

"All right."

Then I walk to the kitchen and set the jugs down. After that I go back to where Bulma, Genesis, and the guys are at.

"All right. What else can I help with?" I ask with kindness in my voice.

"Nope. That's all."

"Okay."

I look out of the corner of my eye to see Bulma gawking at me. My plan is working. Good. Otherwise I would shoot myself. Or at least attempt to.