voidtreckerexpress | ★ ( CLOSED ) the inbetween

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★ ( CLOSED ) the inbetween

Who: CLOSED - Vegeta & Bulma quality time
Where: Some little nook on a random car
When: Early February
What: Bulma and Vegeta steal time together in the train cars
Warnings: Maybe language, maybe a little smoopyness from time to time, otherwise shouldn't be too OTT.

Their time together lately had been very short. Of course, at home Vegeta had been training with Whis and Beerus, though it didn't usually take him away from them for things like dinner and going to bed at night, and maybe... she's become a little spoiled with that. Being in a new place isn't all that bad - Bulma actually enjoys the sense of adventure that she hasn't really had very often since Trunks and Bulla had been born - but having to be in a cabin with other people, and therefore not sleeping in the same room or even bed as her husband?

... It's a little weird. She's not overly attached enough to whine about it too much, but the point being is that she misses their little moments. Like breakfast in the morning where Bulla is sleeping still and so is Trunks, quiet little conversations over a hot cup of coffee before they both go about their days. Maybe they didn't seem like a couple that really did these things, quiet moments together just talking about mundane things, but over time they've come to be a little more... Well. Normal, essentially.

Which is why Bulma arrives with two steaming cups of coffee to the little nook that they've decided would be their little space, for now, offering Vegeta his cup of coffee with a little, quiet smile. "Don't burn yourself, honey. It's fresh."

Could Vegeta burn himself on coffee? Probably not. Was it going to stop her from fussing about him sometimes? Also a no. Once Vegeta has his cup in hand Bulma carefully maneuvers herself into his lap, legs crossed over him, humming a little in satisfaction as she does so. She can't help it - she really enjoys spending time with him.

"So, broken anything in the gym yet?"

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"I don't disagree." Of course, he'd been raised completely differently than Trunks in their timeline who had been raised by the two of them and had learned their attitudes accordingly. Bulma doesn't mind the difference, though. Trunks who was raised in peace and was able to have a bit of a bad attitude and a smart mouth because of it is just as precious to her.

She grumbles out something about him squeezing her knee with a playful smile, swatting playfully at his arm but not honestly wounded about it. Who knows how long ago he never would have even given her that, so Bulma is far from complaining.

"Well, she does look like me, so..." Probably, is basically what she's saying. But, Bulma shrugs at the thought, not fussed. "With my attitude and your bulk she will be absolutely fine. If anything, I feel bad for anyone who tries her patience."

"So she's a loud mouth who gets herself into trouble then screams about it?" This was clearly part of the 'teasing Bulma' hour, but she can both easily handle it, and it also showed how relaxed Vegeta was, able to joke around a bit more since it was just the two of them. "I'm sure she's easily able to handle most things that would be a threat to a human, and if that last stop was anything to go by this all is going to be boring." Or at least boring to a super power such as him, someone who was used to training against a god's personal angel and a fellow Saiyan similar to his own strength.

"Then they shouldn't test her patience." A sip of coffee to go along with that, a bit of that princely attitude coming through. Look, their family was the best, others would have to be stupid to mess with any of them.

“Watch it.” Bulma gives Vegeta a point that would be threatening to anyone other than the Prince of all Saiyans, watching him over the rim of her coffee cup. Regardless, though, she doesn’t disagree much.

“I don’t know if I’d go by that last stop across the board. Even in Verens it was long periods of peace and then things that made your skin crawl ...” and she is very much not prepared for anything beyond that, as weak as she is compared to her family and all.

“And you shouldn’t fuss about her.” She sees you, Vegeta. Even low key fussing over their daughter and dating is fussing. “She’s our daughter and that means she’ll get what she wants regardless of what we say or other people say.”

For better or for worse. But Bulma knows the culmination of their genes at this point.

It's partly that, but it's mostly just... it's hardly a threat when this was how they normally talk to each other. Not that he doesn't know when she's actually angry at him. Those were... not good times. This however was not, but only because he has no desire to push her over into that angry mood. Instead Vegeta finished up his drink, planning to move on with his day once she got off his legs. His lip curled up at the remind of Verens, having no desire to ever go through that nightmare again of having all of his emotions on display. "I'll take anything over that place."

As for the daughter, Vegeta let out a huff, realizing that he's not going to win against Bulma, or Bulla if his wife is correct in how much their daughter will take after her. "Fine. Whatever she wants." Not realize how very true that statement was.

Bulma has no intention of letting Vegeta up just yet. It's been far too long since they've had a little bit of stolen time together, between Verens and this next new adventure. It's still a bit bizarre for her, if she's honest, but oh well. It's almost like she shouldn't be surprised, really - they've always been two people of extraordinary experiences and situations, haven't they? Bulma tuts a little, reaching up to brush her fingers along Vegeta's cheek for a moment. "It wasn't that bad. At least there we could travel around how he wanted and could share a room."

That is honestly what she misses most. Time with Vegeta behind closed doors where they didn't have to worry about other people passing by.

"I have a feeling that's what she'll do regardless of what you say, honey." Bulma laughs. She had, after all, blazed ahead with being with Vegeta despite what anyone around her had to say. She was Bulma Briefs, who could actually tell her what to do? "She is your little princess."

"You're just annoyed you didn't get your own floating island." Because of course she's used to getting her way no matter what. Then again, going from a house with their own space, to this... it was hardly ideal. "I wonder if there are empty cabins." He mulls out loud, mostly to himself, but also to her. Not that it would be much better, it would still be the same format, but at least it would be more private.

As for that last comment, Vegeta's spine stiffes before some huffing and puffing, trying to find the words to counter what she just said, then stopping, and restarting again. It, just, it, not like that! But, also, he guesses, but... was that a bad thing? Of course his kids should be royalty! Not that it really mattered... and also, technically they wouldn't be by Saiyan standards but... he, just, hmmm.

"Well! Can you blame me? I like having my own compound..." As evidenced by the Capsule Corp compound in West City, she thinks. Either way, she misses having their own little space, at the end of the day. She could deal with sleeping in different places sometimes, could deal with many things.. but the lack of space for themselves wears on her a little, here.

They aren't exactly a clingy couple... but Bulma did really like having time alone together with Vegeta when they could get it. Like they're doing now, of course. Still, there's a little smile as he wonders about empty cabins. "I don't know. There might be... we could look, if you wanted?" Bulma is definitely not opposed to it, in the end.

Bulma just looks smug as Vegeta struggles for words at her accusation of Bulla being his little princess. It's definitely not a lie, or even very far from the truth. "Don't even try to say it isn't true, mister. You know it is."

"All the more reason to try and get a cabin without others in it." Nope, nope, not going there on that whole princess thing, going to ignore, you can't make him talk about it. Not when Vegeta is still trying to work out how to deal with Bulla, and the fact she's a teen, and how he's supposed to fit into her life now, if at all. He... really hasn't taken the time before arriving here to think that far in the future. Trunks? Kind of, but that was due to the fact they had first met him as a teen, so they had some idea what their younger son would turn into. Just... louder.

Their daughter though? This was all very new territory.

"I mean, you know I'm not going to disagree with getting our own cabin, Vegeta." A little time alone with her husband would never, ever go astray so far as Bulma is concerned. They may not be a particularly cuddly or clingy couple, but Bulma certainly enjoyed their quiet moments when they could steal them, and she knew that Vegeta didn't either or he wouldn't participate.

She does, at least, reach out to gently stroke a hair back behind his ear, as if his hair ever fell out of place, trying to soothe.

"You'll be okay with Bulla, honey. You'll figure it out."

...damn her for seeing through him so easily. "Fine, whatever." It's not so much Vegeta is dismissive of Bulma's comment, just more he can't add anything to it. And is annoyed by that fact.

But also at the fact she really wasn't moving at all. "I need to go get ready for the day." Still giving her a chance to move first... though Vegeta doubts she will willingly. He knows his wife, if she can be an annoyance to him then you better bet she will use it to it's full ability.

They've known each other for too long after all, as a married couple. Able to predict one another with a certain ease that others may find odd or, perhaps, a bit endearing. For two people who liked to scream and have fits a lot... it's a whole thing to get an understanding out of each other after almost thirteen years of trying to figure it out.

"Vegeta.." Bulma whines, predictably pouting as soon as he wants to go about starting his day. "I barely get time with you and now you want to go training?"

There's a moment of hesitation, of a frown on his brow, and when he speaks it's hesitant. "...yes?" Because he does want to go and train, but also it was nice to have time with her, especially in such a location when alone time was so limited. Considering he's far from a public person when it came to how he expressed himself around her, having that limited time compressed even more into shorter and smaller segments was frustrating. He can't fully relax with so many others around. Training was something at least he could do anywhere, to some degree, and that offered some comfort in its familiarity.

He's also realizing that's not the answer she would be wanting from this. Even he's not that dense on this front. Vegeta opens his mouth to answer, then closes it again, trying to figure out what to say. "It-" Hnnngg, why you make him have to say such things, Bulma. "It's not like I don't like this."

"Then why are you so keen to leave?" Yep, too late, mister, Bulma's already annoyed. Yes, her coffee is almost depleted, and it does make a good time to break away, but considering there is almost no private time here on the train, she's got to get what she can, where she can. That includes pinning Vegeta for more quality time if she can get it, which she is classically unashamed of demanding from him.

Goddamnit woman! Why you do this to him?! You know he can't express his emotions well and has issues putting it into words! Including with his wife. Especially with his wife sometimes! Vegeta's own annoyance at her annoyance quickly overtook his tone, "Bulma." It all too easy to react to her anger and reflecting it back. Honestly, this was so often how they got into their shouting matches, one getting angry and the other then throwing it back at them.

Then a pause. And a huff. Them yelling at each other wasn't going to help anything. Well, it might... but that was part of the issue. So while he's not totally calm, Vegeta has lost a degree of that bite that had been in how he had said her name. "It's just..." Ughhh, "No goddamn privacy on this fucking train." Yes, they got a bit of time now, but... well... it wasn't enough, ok? Vegeta actually wants time with his wife. Alone time. Without a chance of others around. Like normal. Well, normal if a certain idiot didn't teleport in on them at random looking to train. Then again, Bulma was pretty good at scaring him back off.

"Vegeta." Bulma echoes back his name as if daring him to tell her what the hell was going through his head at that moment and why it wasn't a good idea. Of course they both want a little more alone time in this place but it is.. exceedingly difficult to come by in the way that Vegeta prefers. She doesn't dislike that he is so intensely private - in fact, it helps so far as Bulma is concerned. For such a public figure, a partner who prefers his privacy is what she would choose over anything else.

"Like I keep telling you, there is the private cars. We can get curtains for them.." Bulma sighs. They have the same wants, at least, so she feels a little less sore about the fact that he wants to go off and train, now.

"I keep meaning to find a way to .. I don't know.. talk to someone about more private spaces for people but things keep getting in the way." Missions, recovery time between those missions, etc. It isn't ideal but there's also a lot more to do than focus on having Vegeta in the same bedroom, she thinks. "Beyond the private cars for now I don't really know what to tell you."

Well, when she puts it like that, it just makes him sound like he's being silly... The fact it was coming from her took some of the force out of how it made him feel, but it still stung as Vegeta realized this. Here he was, whining like a child and avoiding the problem rather than trying to find a solution. He... he's really not good at dealing with this; realizing his faults and addressing them, rather to ignore them until they were not longer a problem. However, well... this was Bulma, and he does want to try with her. For her. It doesn't mean he's not going to huff about it, but losing some of that fight in his form and expression as he lets this turn over and over in his head. Despite her constant need to tease and poke at him... she is very patient with putting up with him.

"Fine, I-" A sigh out, making himself talk, "I'll try." Having lost that bite he had earlier to it too. It's not like he doesn't want to be with her, even with times just like this when it's calm and just them. It's just after all these years Vegeta can still not deal with public affection. It just breaks his brain, even if everyone knows they are married. He pauses again, giving her leg a light squeeze, then considering something to maybe help out and show that, yes he does care about her, even if he's not good at showing it. It may seem completely out of left field, but he asks, "Is it too early for ice cream for you?"

Bulma's gotten rather used to Vegeta's tendency to not recognize his faults. From the way he will blaze through a situation without thinking ahead, to his tendency to just sit and kick and scream instead of actually solving an issue when it's small enough. Yes, the world is not dying and there is no immediate fear of annihilation at the moment, but she will be annoyed if they continue to have to share rooms and hide away in little places like this to get some time alone together.

Happy wife, happy life, you know how that goes. Right, Vegeta?

"You'd better, Vegeta." Lest she start making your life pretty difficult just for the fun and games of it while she's frustrated, Vegeta. Though she couldn't have guessed his next move, the squeeze of her leg, and then the offer for ice cream.

She's laughing before she can even think it over for a moment, shoulders shrugging up. "Why not. Let's get ice cream."

A good answer, but he can't quite look at her for the next part, he already feeling silly he had even done this, let alone admitting it to her. "Red Team is on kitchen duty this month," Not just a side note, this was leading somewhere. "I tried... making some for you. Madoka helped." Since he had screwed up so much on those first couple of batches, half the time cursing himself why he had even bothered to try. But, well... Vegeta had liked how she had reacted on White Day, and he did like her happy so...

"Is strawberry flavored." He also knew how much she loved strawberries.

"Yes, which I'm sure you're thrilled about." Bulma can't help the little jab, since she'd seen him attempting to crack eggs. Look, she couldn't talk. She wasn't exactly a chef herself, but it was kind of funny to watch Vegeta fumble with things that he wasn't familiar with like cooking when she could. But then he continues, and says he made ice cream for her...

... And her face melts in to that overly fond one that he tends to hate in public, leaning in to press against him as best she can.

"Vegeta... how sweet." She'll lean in to kiss his cheek, then, of course appreciative. "Well, since you put so much effort in, let's try it."

Which means she's moving to get up, now, gentle despite the fact that she probably couldn't hurt him if she tried.

Well maybe it wouldn't be an issue if things on Earth weren't so damn fragile! Seriously, even without his training since coming to Earth, he's used to a world that was far more resilient than Earth and it's weak gravity. Vegeta however chooses to ignore her little jab, at least verbally, it does get a bit of a look towards her until she smiles at him like that and that little kiss.

"You better like it." Mostly a joke, but still said as if serious as Vegeta offers a hand to help her stand up before moving to stand himself.

"Look, it takes a lot to ruin ice cream, Vegeta.." She laughs as she stands, checking that she hasn't stained her clothes with coffee and hadn't noticed, hanging back for a moment to allow Vegeta a moment to stand. He is never too far behind but she doesn't want to ditch him at the first thought of ice cream.

"Plus if you had help I think it will turn out just fine."

"You're lucky I didn't leave you the salt one I accidentally made." Vegeta muttered out as a tease as he joined her, holding out a hand to offer to take her empty coffee cup. "Maybe next time if you're still being a pain." A bit of a smirk to go along with it.

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