Chapter 3: Heartbreak

失恋

Shitsuren

Bulma had never slept for so long. She was warm and comfortable as she lay down on her bed, her cheek resting on the comfy pillow.

How did I get here?

Her eyes flickered open and a hard pain surged through her head. The birdsong outside seemed louder than it should. She held her head and moaned loudly. Feeling uncomfortable she rolled over. Her eyes widened at the sight before her, small memories from the previous night came back slowly.

There was a man asleep in her bed.

She looked closer she recognized him as her rescuer and the one who carried her home. She sighed in relief when she realised that he was clothed. But that didn't stop her wondering why he was there in the first place.

She slowly crawled out of bed and walked down the halls of her house. She didn't seem to care about her damaged bedroom door.

"Vegeta?" she called quietly (she didn't want the man woken up). "Vegeta where are you?"

No voice replied. Bulma sighed, her head still throbbing from last night. She made her way back to the bedroom feeling concerned about her lost friend.

"Woman?" asked the man as she entered the room. Bulma froze. His voice was oddly familiar, strong and powerful. She put her hand to her mouth.

"You..." she gasped "you saved me. In the alleyway..."

The man looked down at himself, "Darn it!"

Bulma froze, the way in which he spoke was also familiar. She felt sick and decides that opening a window would help clear her head. She walked over to the curtains and started to open them. Suddenly a hand gripped her arm.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, forcing her arm away.

"Don't... open them" he said. He didn't sound friendly at all, Bulma found it hard to believe that this was the man who had saved her... twice! A horrible thought hit her mind.

"W...where's Vegeta?" she asked fearfully. The man kept the curtains closed and pushed her onto the bed.

"Don't you get it woman?" he said in an annoyed tone of voice.

Bulma curled up on the bed close to tears at the amount of shock that she had encountered this morning. The man seemed to laugh in disbelief at her lack of understanding.

"Bulma... I am Vegeta."

Bulma shook her head. "No... how... this can't..."

Vegeta held up the bag with the crest. "Thanks to you and your drunken antics you've cost me the night to look for these!" Bulma flinched at his harsh voice, was this really the young child who she had looked after yesterday? Was this really the same guy?

Vegeta opened the bag and tipped out a small object. Looking at the object a little closer she saw a puzzle piece. It was orange with a single red star in the centre. The piece also seemed to resemble the centre of a spherical 3D puzzle.

"A... a puzzle piece" said Bulma.

"One piece out of forty two" explained Vegeta, he seemed to have calmed down and talked to her less harshly. "Collect all and a mortal can have control of life, the universe and everything."

Bulma saw a greedy glint in his narrow eyes, it made her uncomfortable. Her mind burned with questions.

"How did you get here then?" she asked after a little thought. Vegeta moaned and held his head.

"That's the one thing I can't remember. Whether I'm in a childs form or not..."

Bulma sat up straighter now entranced in his strange story. She licked her lips thinking of the next question she was going to ask.

"So that child form of yours..." she began.

"Woman, I have no time for this" he interrupted "Thanks to you I have to wait till nightfall..."

Bulma lay on her bed again and let out a heavy sigh. She couldn't believe how much Vegeta had changed. Just yesterday he had been friendly to her and so innocent too. She couldn't help but wish that this was just a fake form and that the child was the real one. But deep inside something told her that the one before her was the real Vegeta. And nothing would change that.

A small rumble broke the silence between them.

"You hungry?" asked Bulma.

Vegeta turned away from Bulma and walked out the bedroom door. After a few seconds he came back in.

"No." he said sharply and he started to do some push ups on the floor. "Now leave me alone."

The day seemed long as they sat in the darkness, not one streak of sunlight broke through. The curtains remained closed and Vegeta did nothing but 'train.'
Bulma had done some work around her house, still suffering from a splitting headache but she had to do something around the house although she always peeked round her bedroom just to see the one who had saved her a few nights ago.

She just looked at him, fascinated but she couldn't work out why.

"Bulma."

His voice made her jump as he spoke her name. Cautiously she walked over to him.

"Yes?" she asked, her hands shivering slightly.

Vegeta opened his mouth to say something but he hesitated and closed it again. He scowled, not at her but at himself. He tried again to speak but the same hesitant feeling took over. Eventually he gave up and went back to training. Bulma scowled at him.

"Fine..." she said and stormed out of the room.

Vegeta stopped and wiped his forehead, "She wouldn't understand anyway..."

Bulma leaned outside against the wall, she sighed as her head fell into her hands. She felt like screaming, but all that came out was a whisper.

"I want the kid Vegeta back..."

"Well that's going to be difficult."

Bulma looked up in alarm. She shuffled backwards as she remembered the voice; light hearted but powerful.

"You're still following me now!?" she gasped, anger started to burn up inside her as she thought of how this idiot had started everything.

She stood up and stared at the stranger in the face. His eyes were strange and friendly, almost innocent. And his hair was weird too.

"Who're you?" she asked.

"My name's Kakarot" he replied "Or Goku if you prefer."

Bulma scratched her head, was this honestly the one who had attacked her? She cast aside these thoughts and crossed her arms, eyeing Goku carefully.

"Okay then, Goku" said Bulma, she didn't like the idea of calling him Kakarot. "Why do you keep following me?"

Goku sighed "I can't tell you right now."

Bulma turned away, "I've gotta go..."

"Vegeta's in there isn't he?"

"You know him?" asked Bulma staring wide eyed at Goku.

"Pretty much" was all Goku said. He stared into the horizon at the bright sun. "And I can tell you everything about him. But I need you to do something for me."

Bulma shuffled on the spot. She didn't know if trusting him was a good idea, after all he seemed dangerous; especially since he had been stalking her for ages. But she nodded, she wanted to know everything.

"Okay" she said uncrossing her arms "What do you want me to do?"

A/N: If anyone has any cool ideas of what I can include don't hesitate to pm me. Also I should add that the story falls into place after this chapter.

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