- However, I must say that if you start reading this, READ IT TO THE FINISH! If you leave this story just because it has a slow begining, you'll be missing out on A LOT. And you'll be...er.. really... really... sad. -- 18
Roses
-- Chapter Three --
"Dark Angel"
What the hell was he doing in her room??? She was startled so badly, she almost screamed again. Although, she'd found that screaming was not the way to handle Vegeta. Keeping cool, even though she felt like burning, was what was needed to conquer him. Never give him the satisfaction of knowing that you are bothered. That's the rule.
God... Had he heard anything she said? She had to be careful finding out, or he'd use the knowledge against her. That's how he was. She had forgotton to put on clothing, as well, and he'd noticed. She frowned. Well... Couldn't be helped now. The only thing she could do is detract from that fact.
He sat on her bed and looked into her eyes. That alone was concerning enough, but what she saw in them, that was what scared her... Was it... Nervousness?
She tried to make a quick recovery.
"Well? What did you want?"
He looked down, breaking eye contact. And then he did something that completely blew Bulma away. When he looked up again, his face wasn't a cold, hard mask. He very clearly showed concern, and something else.
"I came to see if you were ok." He was gruff. It must be hard for him. He looked away again, across the room.
"Oh Vegeta... Yes... Yes, I'm fine." She was concerned now. "Are YOU ok??"
He turned to her, quickly, and she jumped back, startled. He stood, with his usual cold mask, but he looked as though a thousand different feelings were racing through him. It must be very hard for him indeed! When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, and soft. And uncertain.
"I... I.... I hate you." He stammered out. "I hate you so much that it makes my blood boil. I hate you so much that I would kill for you." He frowned, and his fists were so tight that if Bulma could see his knuckles through the gloves, she would've sworn they were white. He wouldn't face her.
"Vegeta...." She knew that he was saying something completely opposite of what he meant... That was his way. For once, she wasn't afraid.
"I hate you so much.... That sometimes... sometimes I... I just want to grab you... To.... To...." He trailed off.
"Shhhhh... You don't have to..."
She reached up, and cautiously touched a gloved fist. He made no motion, and so she gently grasped the hand, and pulled him to her. He didn't resist, even though he could have, oh so easily.
What was he doing? He had come here to yell at her for being foolish and stupid, and now he was allowing himself to be pulled to her. What power did this small Earthian have over him?? He felt confused again... Now he was doing the things that he hated most in her. Starting out one way, and changing right in the middle of what he was doing... But her lips... They were so...perfect. No other word could describe her. For all of her bitching and moaning, she was...perfect. Her hair reflected in the candle light, all different shades of blues and greens and golds... It was like watching the sparkles in the snowglobe float around her face. He felt he could watch it forever. It was beautiful, in a way he never thought possible. But oh! She was crying again.
He lifted a hand to her cheek, without really meaning to, and wiped a tear away. She pressed her face into the palm of his hand, and he felt something akin to a shock. This woman... This strange creature... Felt for him, in a way he had yet to see. But he was also sure that she'd show him. And he would show her a thing or two, as well. He grinned, foolish in his pride.
He kneeled on the bed, and she made room for him. Why was she doing this? With HIM? With Vegeta? Bulma didn't know. All she knew was that at that time, in that moment, everything was right with the world. He grinned, looking like a little boy in the fire light, and she laughed, and he blushed, and she laughed again, and then he pulled her to him, cutting off her laughter with a deep, passionate kiss. And then, at that moment, everything WAS right with the world.
(Next, Chapter 4 of Roses: "Resentment and Roses")