Chapter Four
Grabbing her pillow and holding it close to her face, Bulma threw herself across the bed. "I need to think," she whispered. How was it that everyone seemed to be seeing something she wasn't? Was she in denial? No. She could never like that arrogant baka. He lived to upset her. His every breath was an insult.
"Argh!" Bulma got up from her bed and started to pace. "I just need to get out for a while. Take a vacation. Or at least go out and have some fun. It's been such a long time since I went dancing," she said, thinking aloud. "I'll go dancing. It'll give me some time away from Vegeta, and maybe I'll finally meet my Prince Charming and prove to everyone that there is nothing between Vegeta and me."
That decided, Bulma grabbed her robe and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Fully undressed and ready to bath, the doorbell rang. "Damn it!" she swore to herself. "Just when I was getting in." She hastily pulled on her robe and went to answer the door.
Goku stood before her nervously. "Hi, Bulma," he said.
Bulma smiled. "Come in, Goku. Vegeta is I don't know where." Bulma silently closed the door behind him.
"Oh, he's in the gravity machine," Goku said.
Bulma was taken aback. "Really? He wasn't there when I got home," she said.
"Oh, no, he was. He probably wasn't training. I don't think he's training now," Goku said.
"How do you know?" Bulma asked, confused.
"It's a Saiyan thing."
"Well, in that case, Vegeta's in the back. You can go walk through the kitchen to reach him," Bulma said, trying to hurry Goku along so she could go take her shower.
"Yeah, sure. Hey Bulma," Goku said before she could disappear up the stairs.
"Yeah?" she said a little peeved.
"How are you and Vegeta doing?" Goku asked innocently.
Bulma's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Not you too?" she moaned.
"What? What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
Bulma sat down on the steps and put her face in her hands. If Goku saw it, then it sure as hell must be true. She sighed and got up. "Nothing. Don't worry about it," she said. She made her way back up the stairs.
Goku shrugged and went to see Vegeta.
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Vegeta could feel Kakkarot as he approached the gravity machine. "Just great," he thought. "I want to be alone and now this baka comes along. Next thing you know, the woman will be here." He snarled and levitated back to the ground. He saw the door open and the bigger Saiyan stepped in.
"Hey, Vegeta," Goku said as he entered the gravity machine.
Vegeta opened his eyes and glared at him. "What do you want?"
"Just wanted to see how you were doing. You left before I even got to see you," Goku said looking at the shorter Saiyan.
"I'm fine."
"That's good. Why'd you leave so early? I was hoping we could spar."
"I needed to train. I can't be watching you idiots have fun all the time, you know," Vegeta said irritated.
Goku smiled his big goofy smile. "Oh. So how are you and Bulma doing?"
Vegeta shot him an angry look. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, with you two living together I was just wondering how you two were getting along," Goku said, stumbling over his words.
Vegeta paid him no mind. "We're still at each other's throats, as usual."
"Oh," Goku said. "Well, then, I'll just go. Kay bye, Vegeta."
"Kakkarot, wait," Vegeta said extending his hand. Goku turned to look at him. Vegeta took a deep breath. "Kakkarot, you're the only other Saiyan alive. Give me your word that you won't breathe a word about anything I ask you right now?"
"Sure, I won't say a thing," Goku said.
Vegeta paused for a moment. "Do you love your wife?"
"With all my heart," Goku said immediately.
"Hmm," Vegeta said nodding his head, his lips pressed tightly together. "What does it feel like to love?"
Goku thought for a long moment and then said, "You would give your life for their happiness."
"Hmm," Vegeta said again.
There was a long heavy silence between them. "Do you love someone, Vegeta?" Goku asked him suddenly.
Vegeta looked at him sharply.
Goku knew when to back off. He shrugged and said, "Well, then, jaa ne."
Vegeta nodded.
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Vegeta had heard the entire conversation between the woman and Chichi today. He didn't even realize that he had been watching her until Chichi said it. How often did he watch her and how many people noticed? He was confused. For months he knew things were beginning to change between him and the woman, but he didn't know how they were, or even why. He felt himself becoming more attracted to her, wanting to see her more often. He watched her, kept tabs on her ki to make sure she was all right.
What the hell was happening to him? The woman didn't even seem to notice at all, so he was beginning to think it was all in his head; but then Chichi had to say something and made the woman start to question his actions, and even her own. He was hoping that it would all just go away, that things would just blow over. "Hoping against hope," he muttered. This was something he couldn't control, no matter how much he wanted to.
He had always been able to control everything: his body, his thoughts, his anger, his hatred, his pride . . . everything. But he couldn't control this new emotion and the things it did to him: his constant thoughts about the woman; his need to touch her, to hold her. And Vegeta had a feeling it had to do with this word called love. What a mockery he was to the Saiyan race! Saiyan's never fell in love,' especially Elite soldiers. Only third-class bakas like Kakkarot fell in love. No, he couldn't let this happen to him, the Saiyan Prince of the greatest race that ever lived.
"Damn it," Vegeta cursed under his breath.
He got up and exited the gravity machine, flustered. He needed to eat and then train. He had to get the woman out of his mind; he would get the woman out of his mind.
