Dare To Love
TimeLine: In between the three years before the androids came(Only in my story they don't get activated).
Summary: Alternate Universe. My idea version of an AU B/V fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vegeta (wish I did though grins evilly), Bulma or any other of the characters in the story. I don't own DBZ either, I'm not making any money off of this so please don't sue me. But I do own the story line. As some people may find it hard to believe I actually thought of this on my own.
CHAPTER 1
"I HATE YOU!" Bulma shouted at the top of her lungs at the man that was standing at her door. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and she was holding a manila envelope.
"Bulma, what's the matter?" Yamcha asked as he stood there wondering what had set her off this time.
"I'll be damned if I'll explain myself to you. You bastard!" She threw the envelope at him and slammed the door in his face.
He flinched as the envelope flew by his head and landed on the concrete walkway behind him. He sighed as he picked it up and walked to his car. He got in the car and opened the envelope. When the pictures spilled out into his lap his eyes widened.
"How did she get these?" he asked himself as he looked at a color photo of him kissing a tall, pretty, blonde-haired girl outside of his apartment. Most of the pictures were of him with the blonde, Kali, but not all of them. A few others were of him with the various females he'd been with this past month.
He'd hoped Bulma would have never found out about them.
Well, he thought, I would never have been with them if she hadn't been so cold towards me.
He knew deep in his mind that that really wasn't fair but he searched for any way to clear himself of guilt. And she had been distant since he'd been brought back to life.
He drove off thinking he'd come back in a day or so when she had calmed down.
Bulma stood in front of the door for a long time after she had slammed it in Yamcha's face. She didn't understand why he'd do that to her. Why couldn't she be acceptable?
She looked in the mirror that was beside the hall door. Her eyes were puffy and red from a long night of crying. The private detective she had hired had brought back the proof yesterday of what she had suspected for months.
Yamcha had been cheating on her for quite awhile it seemed.
Her slender body was wracked with sobs as the pain of rejection and her feelings of being unwanted pushed their way to the front of her mind. She dropped to her knees unable to stand against the barrage of sadness that had overwhelmed her. She buried her face in her hands.
This time it was truly over between her and Yamcha, and the thought of being alone again filled her with dread.
Why can no one love me? She asked silently of the linoleum under her knees. I thought he loved me.
"What are you doing, woman?"
She jumped at the sound of a voice so near her. She looked up at Vegeta who was standing almost over her. She had no intention of telling the arrogant Saiya-jin Prince anything concerning her love life. He'd probably laugh at her anyway.
"None of your business," she said and looked away from him. Despite her having just broke up with someone, she found Vegeta very attractive. Somehow over the few months she felt herself more drawn to him than she'd ever been to Yamcha.
He snorted and shrugged.
"Whatever, it's not like I care. You look like hell," he goaded.
He'd seen her fight with Yamcha from the second floor balcony that overlooked the hallway. He silently applauded her for finally ending it with the weak human. She deserved better.
She laughed suddenly at his assessment of her. "I feel like it." She sighed and stood up. "I suppose you're hungry?"
He studied her for a minute longer. She did indeed look rough. He'd really only said it to get her mind off that weakling. He didn't know why he felt the need to tease her the way he did.
He sensed, though, that she didn't want to fight with him now and he sighed in disappointment. Over the past few months, he'd become more aware of her than even he liked. For some reason, only Kami knew why, he'd been able to tell what sort of mood she was in just by thinking about her, even when he hadn't been anywhere near her. And that was scary.
"He doesn't deserve you." He stated flatly.
She looked at him sharply. "What business is it of yours?"
He shrugged. It was none of his business. He didn't even know why he cared.
He brushed past her and walked into the kitchen. He had no idea how to cook and everything in the fridge needed to be cooked. So he had to wait for the woman.
She stomped into the kitchen and glared at him. Right now she didn't feel like seeing or talking to any of the male population. Human or Saiya-jin. She punched in a few buttons on a machine and in the next few seconds her newest invention strolled in holding a tray of food. The robot sat the food down on the table and went back threw the door it had come in.
"There. Now just leave me alone." She walked out the kitchen door and to her room.
She lay down on the bed to try to get some rest. Sad thoughts swam through her head as she sorted out the events of the past few hours.
Vegeta watched her leave and frowned. He wondered how he could get her back to her normal self.
He thought about going up there to taunt her some more but he decided that would not help her so he left her alone and dug into the food on the table.
He told himself he wasn't concerned about her. And if his eyes strayed to the door, he told himself he wasn't waiting for her to return.
He finished his meal and started to walk out to his gravity room before he changed him mind and levitated up to her door.
She wasn't crying. His sensitive Saiya-jin ears told him that. Also, he could sense that she was just starting to get over being sad and anger replaced her sadness. He didn't question how he knew that. He just knew those things about her.
He opened her door and slipped inside. Her back was turned to him and she hadn't noticed he had come in.
"What's the matter, woman?" he asked, making her sit up and turn to face him.
"What are you doing in here?" she demanded. "Get out!"
He shook his head and scowled at her. "What's wrong with you?" The tail that had been cut off be Yajirobe had grown back one day when he'd been in the rejuvenation tank and it twitched behind him. Her infernal crying made him feel things he'd rather not feel.
"Why? You don't care. No one cares. I'm worthless. No one loves me now, nor will anyone ever." She put her head back down and started to cry.
"What are you talking about?" She wasn't angry that Yamcha didn't seem to want her. She was angry that no one seemed to want her.
He frowned and wondered why her thinking that bothered him.
He walked over to the bed and stood for a minute before sitting down on the edge. He awkwardly patted her back, trying to make her stop crying. He could handle when she was angry. As a matter of fact he said things and did things to make her mad at him. But he couldn't take her tears. At one time he would have laughed at her. But something deep inside him knew he couldn't be that cruel to her. Anyone els but her.
Even though he didn't understand or want to admit it, somehow they'd connected over the past year. She knew him better than anyone. Sometimes she'd sit and stare at him without realizing it. But those blue eyes of hers seemed to see right through him to his soul.
Her sobs subsided and she turned around to face him. She looked at him with such a surprised look on her face that he wouldn't have doubted if she'd lost the ability to speak.
Bulma knew she couldn't be feeling what she was feeling. She'd felt it before but now it was stronger and she thought she knew what it was. She wanted Vegeta.
Her subconscious laughed at her.
She what you went and did Bulma. No wonder Yamcha didn't want you. If you hadn't been so cold to him he wouldn't have ran off with other woman.
She admitted to herself that she had been pushing Yamcha away for the past year and she realized that she was now looking at the reason.
Vegeta.
He was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. But it was more than physical attraction. She couldn't put her finger on it but the deep sadness she'd often seen drew her as well. She wanted to comfort him.
"I think you better go." She said as she realized what she'd been thinking. She actually been about to ask him to stay with her.
Vegeta looked at her, a searching looking in his eyes. His gloved hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Vegeta?" She was scared. Not of him, but of the feelings swimming through her right at the moment. "Please." She didn't know if she meant please go away or not. But between the two she knew she wanted him to stay.
He wasn't sure if she meant please leave or don't stop but he knew which one he wanted to do. And leaving was nowhere near to it.
He leaned down to capture her lips with his. She gasped and pulled back in shock.
He chuckled. She was actually speechless. "You should try that more often, woman."
She didn't know what he was talking about but she thought she should try kissing him more often. Compared to his harsh attitude his lips had been soft and velvety.
He leaned down and brushed her lips with his once more before standing up and striding out the door. He made sure he closed it before he went to train.
She stared at the door. Now what had made him kiss her? She didn't know but she wished he hadn't stopped.
Yamcha only kissed her after a date and usually it was on the cheek. They'd been together all those years and yet they had only kissed a few times. Lately it had been her fault, she had come to realize Yamcha was just not going to settle down.
She sighed. Oh well, no use crying, she thought to herself.
She got up, washed her face and changed into better clothes then she headed out the door.
I'm going shopping.
She figured she'd earned that. And it would get her mind off Vegeta.
Vegeta tried to train. But thoughts of her swam in his head. He knew she'd been confused after he'd kissed her. Hell! He was confused.
Why would you do something like that? he asked himself.
"Dammit." He was too angry to train so he walked outside. He saw the woman get into her car and drive away.
What's wrong with you? he asked himself. You're a Saiya-jin, why do you want to go after her? Why this sudden need to protect that frail pityful human?
He walked into the house and sat on the couch. He saw the TV remote lying on the arm so he layed down and punched the button to turn on the tv.
Jerry Springer was on and he momentarily forgot about his problem with the woman as the weakling humans on TV squabled about the stupidest things.