"Hey, Vegeta! Hello! Earth to Vegeta!" Bulma snapped her fingers in front of Vegeta's face.
"What now, woman ?!!"
"I was just telling you about what a beautiful spring day it is!"
"Yeah, what about it?!"
The young technical genius turned her head toward the prince, allowing her long aquagreen hair to flip to the other side of her shoulder.
"Spring is the most beautiful season of the year!" she cheered, "the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, the animals start to propagate…"
"Propagate?" Vegeta raised a curious eyebrow.
"Oh you know," Bulma gave out her know-it-all smile, "mating. Spring is also the mating season."
"What?! Is that applicable to humans?!" the Saiyan's eyes widened.
"No, silly!" Bulma giggled, "only animals are affected by it due to some weather changes. For humans and perhaps Saiyans like you…it's a different proposition. I don't even wanna talk about it."
"About that weather conditions…" Vegeta continued, his curiosity growing even more, "how does it affect the animals?"
"Well," Bulma thought for a moment, "I guess they have these hormonal changes. Certain urges tend to…"
"Urges? You mean desires right?" the prince interrupted.
"Yes. The desire to reproduce. To mate." Bulma finished, lifting a glass of water to her lips.
Their conversation jammed into Vegeta's head. He looked away. Then, he saw something sparkling beside him. He turned his head back to Bulma. Her hair was flowing in rhythm with the wind…sparkling as it moved like waves behind her back. The curves of her body seemed to glisten under the golden rays of the sun. Before he knew it, Vegeta was in a trance. Bulma noticed it and she began to feel very uncomfortable with the prince's stares.
"W-what are you looking at?!" she complained, moving a step away from the Saiyan.
Vegeta immediately shook his head and again, looked away from the woman beside him.
"Nothing!" he gruffed.
Bulma breathed out a sigh of relief, then, looked at her wristwatch.
"Oh geez! I'm late for work!" she exclaimed, and quickly ran out of the terrace.
"Where are you going?!! I thought you worked here!!!" Vegeta called after her.
"I do but I have to check on the other branches of the company! There's food in the fridge if you want some! See ya later!" Bulma answered, her voice fading as she ran down the stairs.
Vegeta watched her drive away with her new convertible. He gripped the terrace grills tightly. For some reason, he didn't want her to leave. There's something about what she said that echoed in his mind. He slapped his forehead.
"What the hell is happenin' to me?!"