Not for the first time that day she sat, her eyes staring into nothing. Her hair, usually styled into something worth looking at, was now an unkempt mass of aqua. She idly twirled the long spoon in her lemon tea. Judging by her expression, her mind was miles away.
Hours away, she corrected herself absentmindedly.
She had almost been relieved that he had left before she woke; it would've been too awkward. He wasn't one to show affection. It was the opposite, really--he probably would have shot her a nasty remark about her human inferiority and acall her a slave to weakness. But the thought didn't sting as much as it would have had it actually happened.
She sighed. Why couldn't he be more like Goku?
She grimaced at the notion. Vegeta, be like Goku? She giggled. It was simultaneously hilarious, depressing, and undignified. No, she decided, she liked Vegeta just the way he was. Except maybe his talent for making her feel like shit.
It was strange that his coldness hadn't affected her so much in the beginning than it did now. Back then, she had thought it was cute. When had she started to pity him--to care about him? Perhaps it was when he totaled the GR for the first time. She was worried for him then. She had firmly respected his boundaries that isolated him from the rest of the world. Maybe it would have been for the best if she had let her beliefs remain to be that way. Her life would be a hell of a lot easier.
But no, the foolish compassion she felt for him could not--would not--rest before it soothed his "loneliness." It had been so stupid of her not to consider the possibility that he might prefer to be alone. She had disregarded his pride, and look where she was now:
Longing for a man who would never want her in return.
She had thought that all she wanted was a good, quick fuck.
She was wrong.
She had wanted someone to hold her, want her, protect her--to truly love her for who she was, not what. She supposed that Yamucha could have given her all of those (besides maybe the "protect" part) but he would never be faithful to her. Hell, that was why they had broken up and why she had turned to Vegeta.
She had wanted affection, fidelity, and happiness. Instead, she had gotten laid by a man she didn't even love.
Didn't she?
Her gaze zoned in on his form as he exited the GR. She whispered his name, expecting him to turn her way. But he chose to ignore her.
He must have heard. He must have heard. Maybe he didn't hear. He's probably too tired. He probably didn't hear. Oh God he's coming this way.
"Vegeta," she said, trying to tame her raging emotions.
However, he pointedly disregarded her existance. He walked over to the refrigerator with a decidedly indifferent demeanor. It was so indifferent that Bulma was speechless.
"Vegeta," she let out, her voice ragged with desperation.
He only shot her a glance so icy that it seared her. With that he left her with tears starting to brim in her eyes.
She failed to restrain a sob.
She had wanted more than what had or most likely ever would have. All she had wanted was a place in someone's arms, to be the one lovingly gazed at.
She had only wanted him.
All she got was a one night stand.