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"I think I like you."
Those five words continued to play over and over again in her head while Vegeta just sat in front of her looking into her eyes. It had to be a joke right? Maybe him and Lila were playing a dirty trick or something. She didn't appreciate it one bit.
"This will be the last time I'll help you with anything. I don't have a choice but to see you since we attend the same school, but I don't ever want to talk to you again. You're such an arrogant jerk thinking that you can come into my room late at night and play a prank. Get the fuck out of my house!" Bulma yelled and couldn't stop the tears that she had finally gotten to cease an hour before.
Vegeta was completely at a loss for words. He just confessed to this girl and she is kicking him out and crying on top of that. Usually girls jumped into his arms or something, but not Bulma. Wait, she said he was playing a prank. Did it sound like a joke?
"Bulma, I wasn't kidding. I seriously think I like you," he said as plainly as possible without hurting his pride. It wasn't easy to be honest about ones feelings.
Bulma wanted so badly to believe him, but she couldn't make out the expression on his face because of the tears rolling from her eyes. Boys were nothing but trouble. She should have listened to her mother when she said they are all snakes in the grass.
Suddenly a knock sounded on the door. "Bulma, dear, are you alright? I heard a scream a few minutes ago." It was her mother.
Bulma started towards the door to open it until a hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at Vegeta and he was still sitting on the edge of her bed. If she opened the door, her mother would know that he was in her room and she would never hear the end of it.
"I'm fine, mom. Just had a nightmare," Bulma tried to say like she was half asleep.
"Oh, ok. Well, try to go back to sleep."
After waiting a few more minutes for her mother to go back to her bedroom Bulma turned to Vegeta who was still staring at her. The waterworks had stopped so she could see the emotion in his eyes. Maybe he was telling the truth, but why be so weird about it? Why couldn't he just tell her straight out? Boys are so strange.
"Come with me," Vegeta blurted out before thinking.
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Where to?"
Vegeta felt something odd in the pit of his stomach. What did he have to be nervous about? He also felt warmth in his cheeks which was definitely unusual. He wanted this girl to agree to come with him that much?
"Out. Anywhere. I just don't feel like going home," he said with a clenched fist at his side. He wasn't used to feeling any of this and it was uncomfortable.
"You scared that Goku will punch you again?" Bulma giggled, but stopped when she noticed a scowl form on his face.
"If it's too late for a prissy girl like you to go out, than stay home in your bed," he said while turning towards the window. The feeling of rejection was already settling in his stomach. He didn't like it at all.
She was silent until he reached the windowsill. "I'll go," she forced out nervously. She might regret it later, but why not trust him for now?
Vegeta turned and looked at her fidgeting body clad in a tank top and shorts. She really was a beautiful girl. Her eyes wouldn't settle on him for long so he knew she was nervous about going with him, but honestly he was nervous too.
After a few minutes of silence between them Vegeta said, "Well, are you coming?"
Bulma blushed. "I have to get dressed first."
"Oh," he replied as he turned to face away from her. "Go ahead."
Bulma grabbed some clothes and went into her bathroom and leaned against the wall for support. Kami, he's masculine, but so gorgeous at the same time. She needed to keep a level head so not to get hurt, but he made it hard to concentrate.
She quickly dressed and brushed her hair. She didn't need make-up as long as they weren't going out anywhere. Going out? That just sounded so good when it came to Vegeta.
Vegeta turned to the bathroom door when it opened and she stepped out in jeans and a t-shirt. How could anyone make that outfit look better than her? She was plainly dressed, but looked stunning. He needed to stop looking at her before she caught him staring.
"You ready?" He asked turning back towards the window.
They both climbed down the ladder safely. Once Bulma was on the ground Vegeta placed the ladder back where it was when he arrived. It was dark outside and no one had their lights on so Bulma could barely see in front of her. She felt around hoping to find that Vegeta was close by, but he must have already walked away. He left her? Maybe it was a joke after all.
At least that's what she thought until someone grabbed her hand. "What are you doing, woman? Can't see?"
Bulma couldn't help but smile. "Thanks," she said after slightly seeing a smirk on Vegeta's face. He was teasing her, but not like he used to. Now it seemed more emotional.
They made it to his car and he opened the door for her because she couldn't see. Or at least that's what he told himself. When he let go of her hand it felt like something was missing. The warmth of it maybe?
He hopped in on his side and started the car. After turning on the headlights and the interior dash lighting a green glow hit Bulma's face causing it to light up. Vegeta thought she was getting more beautiful by the second, but maybe it was his imagination getting the better of him.
"So where are we going?" Bulma's voice brought him back to the present.
"Where do you want to go?" Vegeta asked like he wasn't interested in her answer to cover up his edginess.
Bulma giggled. "Well, if you would like my opinion I'd like to go to the lake we went to not too long ago. Remember?"
Yes, he definitely remembered. After you see Bulma in a swimsuit it's hard to forget. He merely nodded.
"I've been wondering what it looks like at night," she sighed.
"Then that's where we'll go," Vegeta said while revving the engine.
They were silent during the short drive, but that was expected. Neither really knew what to say to the other. Bulma was still not completely convinced that this was the Vegeta she knew and Vegeta was just confused about the feelings he was experiencing. Sure he had liked girls before, but he never got nervous around them like he was around Bulma.
They pulled into the empty parking lot ten minutes later. Bulma jumped out of her side of the car and stretched. When Vegeta looked over at her, it was when her stomach was exposed the most. He had to look away quickly before he pictured her a little less clothed.
The dup walked down to the deserted lake and stood at the edge looking out into the water. It was pretty at night like Bulma expected. The moon shone brightly on the small waves and the wind rippled the water. Her eyes soon turned to the most gorgeous thing close to her.
Vegeta was standing only inches away from her completely still. He looked like he was concentrating hard on something. She couldn't stop the words before they left her mouth. "What are you thinking about?"
He blinked and looked over at her. "Nothing really."
Bulma scuffed and bent to look at his eyes that were focused on the ground below him. "Come on. I can tell something is wrong with you tonight. You are acting totally different than usual."
"Is that a bad thing?" He asked with a smirk. There was her Vegeta. Wait. Her Vegeta?
"Not, but I'd like to know what caused the sudden change."
He grunted. "You," was his simple reply.
Bulma blushed. That was very blunt. "What did I do?" She asked quietly.
"I'm not sure. When I saw you earlier tonight with Yamcha, I wanted to kill him because it brought back memories that I'd rather not recall. But in true Vegeta fashion I took out my anger on you which was wrong. I just couldn't help, but be pissed even though I had no connection to you," he admitted.
Bulma smiled then faltered. "I was pretty upset when I saw you with Lila too."
Vegeta looked at her. "I know. Don't worry though. She's history and because of that I got a left hook to the nose," he joked.
Bulma lifted her hand to his face. "Does it still hurt?"
The worry in her eyes made him want to hold her and never let go. What was it about this girl that was different than others? He grabbed her hand and gazed into her big blue eyes. "Do you hate me?"
Bulma hesitated for a moment which caused his heart to skip a beat, but a few seconds later she answered, "I don't think so."
Ok, So I hope it wasn't too cheesy! Please review and let me know what you thought!