Bulma and Vegeta walked out of the hospital room hand-in-hand, Bulma smiling to all her friends and parents. Goku looked at Vegeta, who had let go of Bulma's hand and walked out of the hospital. Goku followed him out and tapped him on the shoulder. Vegeta whirled around and looked about ready to battle. "Calm down, Vegeta… I just want to know how everything went…" Goku smiled.
"It went swimmingly, okay, Kakkorat? Now wipe that stupid smile off your face." Vegeta snapped, turning back around and walking away.
"What's wrong, now?"
"I don't know. I've been thinking a lot… what if she wants to get married or something?"
Then Goku looked into Vegeta's eyes, bloodshot and wet. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." He snapped again, looking away from Goku.
"Well, if she wants to get married, than just get married. It really isn't a big deal. I did it…"
"A good point, if you can, I'm sure I can."
"It doesn't matter right now anyway, knowing Bulma she'll want to wait awhile."
"But you don't get it. This isn't a human bond. I want to do things the Saiyan way. I will always live my life as a Saiyan. Forever."
"I know that, Vegeta. You want to go get a beer or something?"
"What? No."
"Why not? All the guys are going…"
"I'm sure you are. And that's exactly why I'm not going."
"Why?"
"That dim-witted bastard Yamcha…"
"What about him?"
"If him and I get in a fight… I just don't need that sort of trouble right now, okay?"
"Well, what if we went to my house?" Goku suggested, almost begging Vegeta with his eyes to come.
"I suppose… but I'm not staying long, got it?"
"Alright! Umm… you just want to come with me? Or do you want me to call you later?"
"Just call later and I will go over there… maybe." Goku smiled and walked back into the hospital. "Wait! Kakkorat!"
"Yeah?"
"We can bring our women, can we not?"
"I don't care, whatever. But why do you ask?"
"I don't want to leave her alone…"
"Why?"
"I don't know… but something just tells me that she needs me… for some reason…"
"Alright Vegeta."
He sat on the curb, waiting for her to come out. The sun beat down on his back, warming his body. It was actually quite comforting. But then Vegeta's memories started to come back.
"I'll be the breeze that goes through your hair, and I'll be the sun that shines down on you, and the rain that runs down your face… I'll be every rainstorm, and every wave, and I'll be your shadow and your breath. But no matter what, I'll always be there."
The words hit him like a ton of bricks as he pictured his mother lying on the ground before him once more, in a pool of her own blood. There was nothing he could do at the time. And I still can't do anything… He thought. He felt that vacant, powerless feeling once more and clutched his chest. No… there's something there now… I'm not bitter anymore. I have her… I'm alive, dammit… But it wouldn't go away. He was still empty, still cold, and still heartless. But I'm not heartless. I feel just like everyone else! If I were heartless, none of these memories would matter! He screamed to himself.
"Vegeta?" A hand touched his shoulder and he jumped in surprise, looking over his shoulder. It was Bulma. "Vegeta?" He stood and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. "What is it?"
It's memories, love.
Bulma just smiled and kissed his neck. "We'll talk when we get home, then?" She whispered. He nodded and took her hands. "Hmm… we should walk home…"
"I'm supposed to be home…"
"Why?"
"Kakkorat was going to call and try to talk me into going to his house."
"Oh… okay…"
"He said you can come too, though." Vegeta smiled as her face lit up. He didn't care about her parents being there anymore. He leaned down and kissed her, almost lovingly. "I'm glad that makes you happy."
She smiled up at him. "Maybe you could fly us home?"
He smirked. "If you really trust me." He placed one hand behind her head and one under her knees. He picked her up and flew straight into the air.
"Just be careful, okay!" She screamed.
"Oh, always, Bulma." He smirked and flipped so she was lying on his stomach. He laughed and started flying backwards toward Capsule Corp. Bulma was clinging to him the entire way. When they landed she was still clutched to him, her face buried in his chest. "Woman… we're here." He said quietly.
She smiled up at him. "I'm never doing that again."
"Oh, you say that now…" He laughed a bit.
"Nope, I mean it. Never again." She crossed her arms and turned away from him.
He smirked and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He cuddled his face into the crook of her neck and nipped lightly on her soft skin. "Forgive me?"
"No…"
He moved his face up to behind her head and nipped behind her ear, then sucked lightly on her earlobe. He moved his hands down to rest on her hips and kisses her ear one last time. "Please?"
"I…I… no. No, I do not forgive you." She crossed her arms once more and tried to remain calm, but gasped as he moved his hands up and cupped her breasts, massaging them with his large hands. He kissed and nipped at her neck and her arms loosened and she rested her hands on his, bringing them off of her. "No, Vegeta."
"Do you forgive me?"
"Yes. Yes, I forgive you. But no, I'm not giving myself up that easily." She reached down and picked up her cell phone, which had been ringing that whole time. "Hello? Yeah…oh, I'm sorry. We're outside. Oh… alright… yeah, we'll be there." She hung up and looked at Vegeta. "We're going to Goku's, no funny business, got it?"
He smirked, but nodded. "Of course."
