We Need To Talk

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Bulma stood in the middle of her foyer as she had just caught the tall Saiyan walking back and forth casually in her house. He was now just standing there scratching the back of his head as his wild hair pointed out like a pineapple.

"What the hell are you doing in my house Kakkarot"? Bulma yelled as she tossed her purse down on her foyer table and folded her arm at the intruder.

"Well…I was only following Vegeta's orders." He said as he began to head for the door. Bulma shook her head back and forth as she blocked his view of the door. Kakkarot just smiled at her petite figure. It was funny that the petite blue haired girl was trying to keep him from leaving he could easily just move her out of his way.

"What orders were you following? Why are you here"? Bulma said as she crossed her arms over her chest. He only smiled at the feisty girl. He knew why Vegeta had liked the girl. She had something about her that made everyone like her.

"He wanted me to bring you flowers for some reason. I'm not sure why you'd want outdoor plants in your house, but I put them on your counter." He said as he pointed toward her kitchen. Bulma walked slowly into her kitchen and her expression softened as her anger dissipated. Her kitchen was covered in at least fifty sun flowers. They were large faced sun flowers and they were as beautiful as they come. They were placed in a gigantic crystal vase. He had listened to her on their many late night phone calls and midnight messages. It hadn't mattered now. The beautiful flowers hadn't mattered anymore. His kind words and sweet subtle gestures hadn't mattered.

Bulma felt like she was going to cry again.

"How can you follow someone who's murdered so many innocent lives"? Bulma said thinking back to what Yamcha said to her. It only gave her bloodied images of Vegeta killing innocent young children as they ran for their parents. It hurt her heart to envision him like that.

Kakkarot saw the look on her face as she asked him the question he asked himself daily. "Bulma, he didn't want to do that. None of us wanted to do that. We are Saiyans, we are prideful and we never take pride in killing helpless people. It was just something that we couldn't stop". Kakkarot said as he looked into a distance place. She had never seen him look so dark. He was usually so joyful and carefree. At the moment he was in the dark and looked lost. Bulma felt his voice shake as the last words came off his lips. He swallowed and looked back down to her coming back to his reality.

"Bulma he regrets it every day. We all just tuck it away somewhere else. Just give him time, he'll talk, he cares about you". He said as he walked toward her front door.

"He's married and I just…" Bulma said as she saw Vegeta slipping into her front door as she saw Kakkarot leave. She saw him whisper something to Kakkarot and then he stood there in his uniformed attire. Bulma just looked at him and shook her head as she walked away from him.

"You need to leave. You need to leave right now." Bulma said as she walked into her living room. She pretended to clean up the spotless living room and he watched her frantically walk away from him. She was angry and he knew why she was so angry. Why would anyone not be? He was disgusted with himself when he thought about what he had done under the tyrant he had severed for years until he was freed. She had no clue what she was even asking or accentuating.

"Woman stop there is nothing to clean." Vegeta said as he walked over to her. He gently grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking away. Bulma yanked her wrist out of his hand furiously. He looked at her and he knew that feeling. He knew what she was feeling. It was the exact thing that Emil had done when he had tried to save their relationship. Emil didn't want him to touch her or look at her. She hated him. He grew to hate her even more.

Vegeta grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the crown molding. Bulma gasped as he held her against the wall. She let out all the air in her lungs as she hit the wall. "Are you afraid of me"? He said as he breathed into her hair. She just looked at his dark eyes. His hands grabbed her wrist and pushed her's up the wall with his own.

"No…" Bulma said as he was pushing his chest against hers.

"Tell me how much you hate me woman. Tell me what I've done and how I should be continuously punished. Tell me about my sins…" He said as his warm breath caressed her neck. Bulma closed her eyes as she was losing herself in his words.

"Tell me how much better you are than me. Tell me how perfect you are". Vegeta said this time as he grabbed her waist thrusted her closer into him. Bulma pushed him away as he spoke down to her. She never thought anything harsh against him. She never judged him once not even for what she was doing with him. She understood him. Bulma wiped a singular tear from her face.

"Why are you crying?" Vegeta said as he let go of her. He wasn't sure where his anger was placed. It wasn't that he was mad at her. He understood why she hated him right now. He hated himself sometimes for the things that he had been forced to do.

"I want you to leave. Get out!" Bulma said as she pushed him as hard as she could. He did not budge. Bulma just stopped and looked at him and shook her head. "I don't hate you…I could never hate you and I'm not perfect either." Bulma said as she sat on her couch holding her head in her hands. "Go back to your family and your wife". Bulma said as she kicked off her stilettos. He just looked at her and she was fragile.

"Woman you don't want that". He said as he walked over to her. Bulma looked up to him and promised she would never lie again. "It does not matter what I want Vegeta. What matters is what is right… I saw Emil crying in the bathroom and I've been that girl before. She was crying because she was hurt. She was crying because of you and what you've done to her. She maybe a bitch, but no one deserves what you did to her". Bulma said as she looked up to him. Her eyes were red and strained as her hair was dishevel and she still looked as beautiful as usual.

"Bulma if you believe a word that lying bitch has to say then you are stupid." Vegeta said as he looked at her with disgust. He didn't understand how a woman like Bulma could be manipulated. Emil was deceptive that was understandable, but Bulma was strong willed. What could have made her so weak?

"Calling me names will get you nowhere." Bulma said as she walked into the kitchen and looked at the beautiful flowers.

"Why don't you just ask me woman?" Vegeta said as he walked behind her into the lavished kitchen. If he knew he was going to be arguing with her he wouldn't have sent her flowers. He would have done more. Bulma just looked at him and thought about what Kakkarot had said to her. He said he wasn't ready. She wasn't going to push him about this, but that didn't mean they couldn't talk about another pending issue.

"You killed the guy she was going to marry, how could you do that to anyone"? Bulma asked grabbed herself a glass and began to open a bottle of wine. Vegeta looked at her as she poured the bottle of wine into a large glass. He just hesitated as she began to drink the sweet white wine.

"She was sleeping with him from the day we were married. I discovered they were both plotting against me and we fought. I won, he died. My world is much different than yours. A fight is a barter with your life. I…I cared for Emil before I knew what she was". Vegeta said as watched her drinking the wine heavily. Bulma just listened to him as she saw the slight emotion in his face as he mentioned her name. He was right, she did not know what kind of world he grew up in. They came from different worlds that was for sure, but Bulma understood what it meant to be hurt.

Her angry was dissipating as he explained himself. "And let me guess. Your little boyfriend told you my life's history after he was done fondling you at the table." Vegeta said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter top. Bulma looked at him and rolled her eyes to him.

"You are delusional that meeting was pure business. You would have never came up if you weren't having family dinner with your mistress in the other room." Bulma said as she shamefully called herself what she really felt like. Vegeta looked at her and shook his head.

"You are not a mistress." Vegeta said as he stared at her. Bulma just shrugged her shoulders in her black dress as she leaned on the counter. She sipped her wine casually as she refilled her glass. Vegeta grabbed the bottle from her and poured it down the sink. Bulma attempted to grab the bottle from him, but it was too late.

"What the hell is your problem"? Bulma yelled to him as she pushed him as hard as she could.

"You are ignoring me woman and I was seeking your attention. You are not my mistress woman". Vegeta said as began to corner her. Bulma pulled his hands away from her. She shook her head back and forth.

"Then what the hell am I? What am I to you anyways? Your friend, your lover, what the hell am I waiting for a self-centered murdering philandering-!?" Bulma yelled louder with every word. The next thing she heard was the glass being broken. The water and the flowers went everywhere as he threw the crystal vase at her wall.

Bulma just watched his nostrils flaring and the vain in his neck bulging. He grabbed her by her shoulders and yelled at her. "What do you want from me?!" Vegeta yelled to her as he shook her. "I've made it clear I want you. I don't want her. I've killed people and I was forced to do it as a mere child. I can't even sleep some nights because the faces are burned into my mind. The only thing that stops the torture is thinking about you woman. You are too dense and afraid to know that. Say what you please woman, but I will not give up on you".

Vegeta said as he let her go. Bulma just looked at him and was taken back by his speech to her. It was full of raw emotions and angst. Bulma didn't know what to say or do. He just looked at her and sighed heavily. "I'll send someone to clean up this mess woman. Goodnight, Bulma". Vegeta said as he left a kiss on her cheek. Bulma just watched him leave and was lost for words. Who was this man she had become so entangled with?

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