You've Got Mail Chapter 5
Vegeta began to rub the back of his neck nervously… Should I tell her? I can't go on like this forever.
She's going to find out eventually. But just when he was going to speak he had a sudden change of heart.
"…I… I think you're STUPID for even expecting whoever it was to come!", Vegeta blurted out to his surprise. "Didn't that fiasco you have with Yamcha open your eyes?"
Bulma just looked at him. Her eyes were blank. I've never been so hurt in my life. I've never been so continuously insulted. Who does this man think he is? She closed her eyes for a minute then looked up.
"I don't see what kind of pleasure you get from tormenting me like this", Bulma's face twitched trying to hold back her tears. It didn't do any good. She felt the hot tears run down her cheek then cool because of the cold weather. "Ever since you came to live with us, not even one word, one word of gratitude was heard from you. After all these years that I've suffered from your harsh words and unimaginable temper I always hoped that one day.. you would change".
Vegeta watched her cry silently. Why had he said that? Why can't he find it in himself to be kind? For just once.. He let out a deep sigh and started to say sorry.
"Bulma… I'm sor.."
"No, don't say you're sorry. Don't say anything.", Bulma took a few steps past him. Now she stood behind him and they were back to back. "When you talk, you don't say anything you really mean. So don't talk to me at all. Because nothing you can possibly say is even worth hearing". After saying that she left to go back to the house.
Hearing her footsteps get fainter and fainter Vegeta's heart nearly collapsed. Although the words she had said hadn't been yelled nor screamed by Bulma, these were the most painful words she had ever said to him. And out of everything she had ever told him, these words would be the only thing he would remember. But these would be the last words he would ever hear from her. He knew he didn't have it in his heart to make it up to her. So he wouldn't. But no longer would he be a burden to her anymore. He wasn't going back to Capsule Corp. Ever.
Bulma walked into the house. It felt good to get back home. The cold from her body melted away by the warmth of the house. She smelled something good coming from the kitchen. Mrs. Brief's was making dinner.
"Mom, you never cook", Bulma sat at the counter looking at what her mom was cooking.
There were chopped pieces of sashimi, tamago and other types of sushi laid out neatly. She heard the pan sizzle with the tempting aroma of fried seafood. The rice cooker beeped, meaning the rice was ready for the sushi.
"So why are you cooking up a storm tonight?"
"Well honey, Christmas is coming so I'm in a good mood. Also, I know how much Vegeta loves to eat so I'm going to cook up a lot of goodies for him!", Mrs. Briefs chirped as she continued frying.
"Oh.. Don't cook too much.. I wouldn't count on him eating tonight.."
Mrs. Briefs looked disappointed.
"Why is that, Bulma?"
"I don't know he just won't okay, why can't you just leave me alone?!", Bulma stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the door from her room.
Mrs. Briefs frowned as she watched her daughter slam the door. Her and that Vegeta, always getting into arguments every now and then.
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She didn't even think about signing on that night. I wonder what kind of dumb excuse he'll have for not showing up. Then she realized that she hadn't asked him what time or date was convenient with him. Oh, it's all my fault, again. Maybe Vegeta was right. I just couldn't open my eyes, face reality. Maybe no one was ever going to take me seriously. I'll never find love. I'll never find happiness. I'll just have countless relationships all equally meaningless. Men just going in and out of my life like my heart was just some motel. Sometimes has a vacancy and sometimes doesn't.
Glancing at the clock she saw that it was getting pretty late. It was already 9:56 p.m. Where would Vegeta be at this time? She looked out the window and checked if there was anything going on in the gravity chamber. Nothing. She walked down the hallway and looked into his room. Empty. Oh, well. He's probably just somewhere laughing about how dumb and pitiful I am, she thought returning to her room.
Pulling the covers over her shoulders, she dozed off to sleep. Hoping she'd have a peaceful dream to make her feel better about everything.
Meanwhile, Vegeta walked to the City Park that was across the cafe. Everywhere he looked there was a couple sitting on the grass or making out behind the trees. Disgusted, he sat all alone on a bench. He started thinking about what had happened. Why did I have to say that? I could have just said something nice.. But out of all the things to say.. Suddenly, he jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey there", spoke a middle-aged man. He looked like he was in his mid 30's or maybe older. Vegeta couldn't really tell. But what did he want with him. "You're all alone I see. I was just taking a walk and I saw you just sulking here. You have a problem?".
Who was this guy? And why does he care whether I'm okay or not. These humans, always nosy about everyone else. But I guess it won't hurt.. I mean if he could give me a bit of advice.
"Yeah, I guess so", Vegeta said in reply. The man sat besides him. I hope he's not gay and that's why he's so eager to talk to me.
"No I'm not gay. If that's what you're thinking", the man said shocking Vegeta who was now thinking this guy was psychic. "And by the way you look, I'd say you're having trouble with a girl. Is this girl special to you by any chance?".
"I don't know.. See we got into an argument earlier", Vegeta said looking at the man this time. "So I guess I won't be living with her anymore".
"Well that's a good choice since she's probably still steamed about it", the man said. Then he looked at his watch. "It's getting pretty late, I have to get going, my family is probably worried about me."
Hearing the world 'family' Vegeta knew that this man knew what he was talking about. He must understand what I'm going through. He has a wife and probably knows how to deal with her, too.
"By the way, where do you plan on sleeping tonight?", the man asked as he got up from the bench. "Hmm?"
Vegeta shrugged.
"Well come on now. You can stay at our house tonight. We have an extra room and we'll be glad to let you use it", the man tilted his head as if saying "let's go".
Vegeta looked at him for moment. Then decided it that it wasn't such a bad idea. The bench was pretty hard and not a good place to sleep on. The weather was cold, too. Although reluctant at first, Vegeta got up and followed the man.
When they got to the house a little boy rushed to see his father. Vegeta felt jealous at the sight of this. He had never had such a close bond with his father. But he wasn't quite sure if he wished he did. The man led Vegeta to the guestroom, which had all the necessities. A bed, lamp, and to Vegeta's surprise, a computer.
"My, we haven't been properly acquainted. What's your name, son?"
"Vegeta"
"Well Vegeta, I'm Nick. Welcome to our home. Feel free to ask for anything you need", then Nick asked out of curiousity. "So what seems to be your problem?".
Although reluctant at first, Vegeta soon forgot about his insecurities and told Nick everything that had happened. He started off from when he first moved into Capsule Corp. until the incident at the café.
"Do you love her?", Nick asked.
"I'm not sure", Vegeta really wasn't sure. But he knew that he couldn't say he didn't. For some strange reason he couldn't tell himself that he didn't Maybe he did love her after all.
"Well, if you haven't noticed already, there's a computer in your room here. Feel free to use it whenever you like, I have an internet service as well".
Before Nick left the room he added, "You should continue to e-mail her and work things out".
"You mean tell her who I am?", Vegeta didn't want to tell her. At least, not yet.
"That's up to you", and with that Nick was gone.
Vegeta looked at the computer for a few minutes. He walked over to the chair and signed on. He couldn't give up on this just yet. He had come too far to just give up on what might lead to …. Love. His life didn't have any direction at all. Just a few years ago he was living at Capsule Corp. and now in a home of someone who's almost a complete stranger. Maybe love would guide him to where he really needed to be. And who he needed to be with…
Dear BlueSwan,
I am sorry I wasn't able to meet you today. Something came up and I didn't have time to notify you and I wasn't sure if it would get to you on time. I hope you're not too mad that you won't want to meet me after the holidays are through. If you'd still like to, please tell me right away. So tell me, how have you been lately? Please keep in touch.
Anonymous
It was a little short but he didn't know what else to write. He clicked 'send' then sat back down on the bed. I already know what this is going to lead me to, so why do I keep doing it? Still puzzled he lied down on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he was fast asleep. While he was sleeping he grabbed a pillow beside him and hugged it tightly. Indeed, the prince was very lonely….
At the crack of dawn at the C.C. household, Bulma was awake searching the house again. Where is he? I
hope he's alright. I can't help it, I'm so worried about him. It had been a week now and there was still no sign of Vegeta, anywhere. I really don't know where a guy would go after something like that happened. Maybe I should ask Anonymous…He's a guy.. Maybe he could tell me…
Note: I took a totally different turn there.. I hope it doesn't sound boring now though :T. well I'll be putting out ch. 6 soon…. Hope you're enjoying it so far.