"Vegeta… oh… Vegeta…" The voice moaned in his dream. There was a faint reddish light to the side of him, he moved towards it. "Come here, Vegeta… ohh…" The voice was that of a woman, but who? "Who are you?" He questioned toward the light. "You know who I am. I am the woman you love." She seemed to whisper. "But I have told no one who I love. No one! You are not who I love!" But he knew whom he loved. It did sound like her. "I am put here by no one other than you, Vegeta. Who it is you love, is who I am. You know who I am, don't you?" Yes. He knew. "Of course I do." The light vanished and the voice now surrounded him. "Than let me know!"
He gasped and sat straight up in his bed. His eyes were large and his pillow and sheet were drenched in sweat. He groaned and walked out of his room, down the stairs, down the corridor to the kitchen. He sat down at the table and looked at the clock. "2:37am. Damn…"
"Vegeta?" He heard her voice again. "Vegeta, is that you?"
Heavens and beyond, that voice… it could wake me from the deepest sleep. Yet so soft and kind, that it could be the same voice that put me into the slumber. "Yes, woman, it is I."
"Why are you up so early?" She said, now walking into the kitchen. Vegeta could see her now, but only because of the faint moonlight coming through the glass door to his side.
"I could not sleep. Thought I would just come down here and think for a little while…"
"Oh? About what?" She walked to the table with two glasses of milk.
Vegeta grasped the cup in his hand and nodded toward her, as a type of thanks. "Nothing that should concern you. Why are you awake?"
"Oh, same. Couldn't sleep and I've always found the kitchen a good place to go…"
"For what?"
"Thinking." She laughed slightly. "Me and you aren't too different, are we?"
He paused and looked at her for a moment. "Not as different as some may think, no." He looked away. Is she thinking about me? Does she have the dreams that I do? Does she love me back?
"Vegeta…"
"Hmm?"
"Would you… listen, I know it sounds stupid and probably a little strange, but… would you… come back to my room with me?"
"What? Why?"
"It's just… ever since me and Yamcha broke up… I haven't been able to sleep well… and I just want someone there…"
"Why?"
"I don't know… first off, I just miss the feeling… he would always be next to me, and now I feel lonely without him there. And two, I don't feel as safe."
"Oh… well… when you put it that way, I really see no problem with it at all."
"Thanks, Vegeta." They both started walking up the stairs and went into her room. Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw her humongous bed. "You know…" She looked back at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing…" He looked away.
She giggled a bit. "Anyway, you know… you aren't as bad as people may think you are…" She said as he lay down behind her.
"What makes you say that?" He groaned as he situated himself.
"Well…" She rolled over to talk to him. "You're actually very kind. Like what you're doing now. It's a very nice thing to do." She smiled. "And you can be very helpful, and polite. And actually, now that I get a good look at you… you're quite handsome."
He looked quizzically at her. "Thank you I… I guess."
"You don't take compliments well, do you?"
"Not as well as I should, no."
"Well, you should. When people compliment you, it means that they like you, like… when I tell Goku he looks good in a certain outfit, that's letting him know that I like him and he's my friend."
"Oh… I think I get it… so… if I tell you that you look beautiful…"
She smiled. "I would feel very, very good about myself because you think of me as beautiful. And another way you can let people know that they're your friend is if you hug them or put your hand on their shoulder. Human contact is a good thing."
Now would be a great time…no. He thought.
"Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I get it. I am going to try and get some sleep now…"
"Alright. Goodnight 'Geta."
"Do not call me that…"
She giggled and rolled over, bending her knees slightly. Vegeta just laid there, eyes closed, cursing himself. That was a perfect opportunity you buffoon! For fuck's sake! She was nearly inviting you and you passed it up! He rolled to his side, facing toward her. She was already asleep. His body, which was no longer controlled by his mind, but by his heart, moved closer and his fingers ran through her hair and down her back. He slowly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body closer to his. Her back against his chest, his body taking the shape of hers.
"Bulma…" He whispered into her ear. He needed to tell her. "I… I…" But he couldn't. Not again would he be rejected. He nearly growled at his own cowardice and stormed out of the room.
