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True love
He walked out the gravity room feeling tired and exhausted. His only comfort was that woman would be already in bed. It was too late for her late for her to be working. Anyway, whether she was sleeping or working she would be quiet and out of his way. He could thus have a good night's rest without any further stress. He didn't need anymore stress. Vegeta levitated off the ground slowly and landed on the adjoining balcony of his room. As soon as he entered the bedroom his sensitive Saiyain hearing picked up soft moans and groans. They were coming from the room next to his; they were coming from Bulma's room. Apparently Bulma had made up with that weakling Yamcha once again. A wave of emotions washed over Vegeta as he realized what the sounds meant. He cared to hold on to one of the multitude of emotions that he had felt for a brief, brief moment. Annoyance, annoyance was the one he choose to hang onto. He was annoyed because, he assured himself, that he would not be able to sleep with all these blasted noise. He was annoyed because, at least, for a few days he would have to put up with Yamcha popping up at any and all times to hold hands and kiss and do all sorts of things with Bulma that were nauseating at best and positively sickening at worst. Didn't he know that such things were not meant for the eyes of others? Didn't he know that such things should only be done in private? But than again we are talking about a slut here. Ah well, smirked Vegeta, at least when they eventually break up, again, he will be there to enjoy their delightfully entertaining fight and watch that woman break down into tears. Proving what he had been saying all along that she is nothing but a weakling. Somehow the last part didn't sound as appealing as he wanted it to. He shook his head at that, he was probably remembering the amount of noise she was capable of making, and levitated out of the room. It was a good night to sleep outside.
She felt his lips all over her body, in places where it was especially pleasurable for her to be touched. But the pleasure she was feeling could not drown out the feeling inside her heart that kept telling her this was wrong. She could not explain the feeling. Why shouldn't this be right? Yamcha was her boyfriend; she loved him very much and she was mearly showing her affection. She sighed inwardly, she was no longer sure that she loved him. She was no longer sure he still loved her. She ruthlessly pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Forcing herself to concentrate on nothing but the pleasure she was feeling. But her mind soon reverted back to the thoughts, very much against her will.
The sun cast its first rays on the slowly brightening eastern sky. The birds made soft melodic soothing music, music that gently woke the prince of Saiyains from not so gentle slumber. All night his mind had been invaded by images of that weakling Yamcha touching and kissing Bulma and all night Vegeta had had to fight the urge to just go and KI fry him. Why he wanted to do that was beyond him. Well, not really but he just did not want to deal with the reason why. So he told him that it was just his Saiyain instincts that were telling him to dispose of the weak. Something in the back of his mind snapped at him. Reminding him that Bulma too was weak. Far weaker that Yamcha in the manner that the Saiyain's measured strength yet he would never ever hurt her. Vegeta ignored the reminder, and after a quick swim in a near by lake headed towards Capsule Corps it was time for his breakfast. He smirked again; there was one advantage in having the weakling at breakfast. Bulma took extra trouble to be good with her cooking. As such the foods were half way edible.
Vegeta ignored Yamcha entirely as he gulped down his breakfast. But he could not keep his mind of Bulma. She was not happy. He could tell that despite her cheerful smile and frequent professions of happiness. He had lived with her over a year and had learnt to read her despite himself and he could read her apparently far better than Yamcha. For that fool seemed totally oblivious to Bulma's sadness. What the hell those she see in him? Wondered Vegeta then wondered why he cared. The wave of emotions washed over him again. This was getting ridiculous. Here he was having trouble beating that doltish, idiot Kakrott and failing to reach super Saiyain and all he could think of was strangling that bastard Yamcha if he ever hurt that woman again. It was insane. Vegeta suddenly got up from the table, having only eaten half his food, and stormed out. He was determined to avoid the woman. He was determined to stop those weird emotional surges.
'What the hell was that about?' asked Bulma in surprise.
'Who knows?' shrugged Yamcha, 'Who cares?'
I do. Thought Bulma as she watched the retreating figure of the Prince in concern.
Bulma made her way quietly down the hallway of Yamcha's apartment. He had paid so much attention to her for the past two weeks she wanted to surprise him by taking him out to dinner. She approached the door slowly and decided to let herself in with her key. She tipped toed into the apartment and began to look for Yamcha. Then she heard it. Giggling coming from his bedroom. She froze when she realized it was a female's voice. Not wanting to jump to conclusions she made her way to the room and opened the door to peer in. What she saw could not be mistaken for anything than what it was. Yamcha and another girl on his bed, naked. She calmly closed the door and the walked out of the apartment. Leaving her keys on the table beside the door.
She had cried all night. She had cried all day. She had cried some more when she finally spoke to Yamcha and told him that it was over for good. She no longer loved him and it was plain that he did not care about her. Though she told herself that she was crying because she and Yamcha was over for good, she knew that she was crying because she had finally admitted to herself, she had finally found out who the love of her life really is. She was crying because she thought he would never want her. He could not love her. He could not feel such an utterly human thing for he was not human. He was Saiyain and not a Saiyain who had an earthling's heart but, like he would put it a true Saiyain, who did not feel anything, save anger and joy at the suffering of vanquished foes. So she cried. Cried herself to sleep, cried herself awake and cried herself to a sniveling heap whenever she thought of his name.
This is insane. Thought Vegeta as he watched her collapse into a convulsing, shaking heap of flesh once again. She couldn't possible care about that weakling so much. I better stop this before she kills herself. I mean than who will fix my gravity machine.
'Woman, you are giving me a headache.' He barked.
Bulma slowly lifted her head up but said nothing. She was to exhaust to even utter a sentence right now.
'Why do you cry so much? You could love him so much and even if you do, what the hell is the matter with you. He treats you as dirt. He obviously is not worthy of you, yet, time and time again you take him back. Are you really that weak?' Vegeta gave her a look of seer contempt that forced Bulma to speak.
'I used to take Yamcha back because I thought I loved him. Because I thought he loved me. I know better now.' She said quietly in a bare audible whisper.
'Then why are you crying? ' Asked Vegeta in utter confusion.
Bulma looked away from him. I am crying, she thought, because I now know that I love you and you will never be mine.
Vegeta's eyes widened as he realized that he was not capable of reading her thought without even trying. He could no longer deny it. He would no longer deny it. He had bonded. God damn it, he had bonded.
But I am yours now and forever. He thought, knowing full well he would never be able to articulate those words. He didn't have to Bulma's head snapped back to face him and he knew that the bonded was truly not one sided. He could not help smile his trade mark smirk as he gently picked Bulma up and carried her to his room. It was high time he claimed his mate properly.