#poor vegeta too/ FDSSD

[fateyielded]

“Ugh, I know, right? I hate having an empty house.” Bulma admitted with a sigh. “Top shelf… Hm. There we are!” The mugs are filled with half a tablespoon of chocolate powder before heated milk is carefully poured into the mixture. If only she had whipped cream, then it would've been perfect.

“Sounds about right. I used to travel a lot in my youth too. It was a lot of fun, but the traffic nowadays is so bad I'd rather stay at home!” As the mugs were placed down on the table, she couldn't help but reflect on the information she'd gathered. Of course, being a good host came first, yet…

She couldn't deny she found the stranger's tales fascinating. Who were they really? Travelling long stretches of roads for days at a time, getting lost around a well-known area… It certainly sounded grand enough to dig deeper.

“Ah, I thought you might. You seem like the type to have a good time.” Bulma grinned, a flash of mischief lingered in her eyes. “So, you're kinda an enigma, right? I mean, the only people who do that are either criminals or 'hermits'.” A pause. “So, which are you?”

"Suppose it works out well for the both of us then." It's nice to be able to provide company to someone who seems to need it. Benefiting from some hospitality at the same time is all the more rewarding that way.

"Kind of. I had already been in the city for a bit - but I tend to keep on the move regularly. So it's hard for me to tell when it's .. me traveling from close or further distance. It tends to blend together for me after a while."

The warm air, the delicious scents was enough for them to find themself genuinely intrigued at how everything smelt.

"Oh.. I do like hot chocolate. It's really delicious... makes sense that they would crave the stuff. "