Chapter 13

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Whilst heading into the staff room, his mind was surging perplexity. He knew Goku wasn't happy in his current relationship. Vegeta's feelings left an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach. Not wanting a relationship himself, yet he hated witnessing someone else showing any forms of affection to Goku. He kept telling himself how he didn't ever want to date again. On watching people in the club showing some public displays of affection. It actually left him feeling uncomfortable, because it's something he deep down wanted, yet feared at the same time. During his shift, his mind kept going through the what ifs, what if he was open from the start, what if he hung around a different crowd in school; would his life turn out differently? His mind pulled back into the present as he entered the room for a quick break. His attention averted over to his manager, who was groping Bulma from behind whilst leaning in to check the rota on the board hung loosely on the wall. Vegeta cleared his throat whilst leaning against the small table that was uneven. Despite there being a cardboard wedged under one of the legs in attempts to make it more sturdy, Vegeta could feel the table tilting to one side. He quickly leaned off it as his manager made a quick glance over at him before walking out the room.

Bulma spun around to face Vegeta with slightly rosey cheeks that heated through her foundation. "I think he likes me," she smiled as her eyes darted to the direction of where the manager had left.

"I don't know what gave that away, unless he has a certain way of saying hello to his staff?" He pulled a face looking in the same direction as her.

"Okay, we been doing stuff together," she giggled to herself whilst twirling a stand of her hair around her finger.

"Doing stuff? Cool, I take it you mean playing snooker and that kind of stuff right?" he rolled his eyes,before looking directly back at her. "Just call it what it is Bulma, you two have been fucking," he arched his brow watching her blush more avoiding his stare.

"No need to be so crude!"

"So that's how you managed to get me a job here?"

"What? -no, his dad runs this business it's him who makes the decisions who to employ, I been working here for a while now," her brows snapped together watching him let out a chuckle. She let out a puff of air crossing her arms together whilst glowering at him.

"Come on now, you want to get a pay rise you been sucking the wrong dick then," he grinned at her tucking his hands into his pockets.

"Shut up!" She scoffed turning her nose up before breaking into a small giggle. "Besides, have you not noticed how one of the customers kept looking over at you?" She raised her brows with a slight curl from the corner of her mouth.

"She can keep looking over at me all she wants, I'm not interested," he contorted his face and ambled over towards the fridge to make himself a drink.

Curious at his reaction, she approached him and leaned against the side of the fridge. "Is it because you already have a love interest?"

"Nope, I just don't have the time for one right now," he gently pulled her away from the fridge to open it.

She quickly leaned back into the fridge closing the door shut, before he had a chance to grab the milk. "Is it because you are ashamed of your job prior to this one?"

he sighed looking back at her inquisitive look. "Yes, that is exactly it." He gave her a deadpan expression.

"Aw, they wouldn't have to know unless they physically go searching online I guess?" she smiled whilst opening the fridge door for him.

"I see, because being in a relationship gives you a free pass to hide secrets, and lie to someone who you are suppose to trust, and expect to be trusted back?"

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