Broken World
Chapter 11: The feeling
You know that feeling you get when you feel like someone is watching you? It's a gut feeling, like you just KNOW you are being watched, all your hairs prickle, you get goose bumps and your on edge. I've been getting that feeling a lot lately, especially when I walk home from school. Why would I be getting this feeling? Why now? My life has become secure, I live with an amazing person and school is going great, why would I get this feeling? I think it's just paranoia, but why should I feel paranoid? This is the safest I have felt in years. I can only think of one reason why I would be feeling this way: my stepfather. I haven't seen him once since I moved in with Vegeta, and I am relieved. But who is to say he doesn't want revenge? I never really thought about this until now, but maybe I am just overreacting.
It had been a week since Vegeta had literally swept her off her feet. Bulma walked down the street to the place she now called home, she could see it in the distance, the huge white building. She couldn't wait to get home, not because she was having a bad day or that she was tired. It was because of the feeling.
She inconspicuously looked behind her but there was no one there. The merciless wind swept across the ground, blowing her hair in different directions. It was one of those irritating winds; it came in long hard gusts. She hated the wind.
She sped her pace up, she was growing uneasy and anxious because of the feeling and somewhere deep inside she had a bad feeling about what was going to happen. She was almost there and she relaxed a little.
Then, someone grabbed her arm.
She jumped and turned quickly to see who it was. She sighed in relief.
"What is wrong with you woman?" Bulma just ignored him and carried on walking.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Vegeta!"
"I didn't sneak up, I just merely walked up behind you, besides I have been calling for you, but you didn't hear."
"Probably because of the wind."
"What's got you so on edge anyway?"
"Doesn't matter."
Vegeta could sense her anxiety. Over the time they had shared together and had been living together, he had found that he could sense her feelings, sometimes it was hard to figure out exactly what she was feeling because she could hide it quite well, but not well enough. He always had some sort of idea; also he always knew where she was because he could sense her life force. It was weak but he could somehow always locate it. He quite liked this new development.
He watched as she looked behind her nervously.
"Are you being followed?" He too looked behind, but there was no one there.
"You shouldn't be so nervous; it's probably just some jealous fan girls of mine." This made Bulma laugh lightly.
"You always think so highly of yourself. What makes you think you have fan girls anyway?"
"Easy, the bag of love letters I receive each week." He smirked.
"You read them?" It was a direct question; as if she really wanted to know the answer... it was like she was jealous. She had stopped and now was looking at him expectedly for an answer.
Vegeta looked her straight in the eye, and then smirked.
"The little one is jealous?" Bulma huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, much like Vegeta did. Inside, though, she knew the answer to that question was yes.
"Just because I asked a question, does not mean I am jealous!"
"By the way you're acting, it sure does seem you are jealous."
"Fine Vegeta, I am jealous, I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby" She said sarcastically.
They both stood their in silence before bursting out in laughter. She loved Vegeta's laughed. It was a rare thing to hear, but really sexy. Did she just think that?
They continued walking and Vegeta finally answered her question.
"I just get Nappa or Radditz to throw them out; I have no interest in fan girls."
"Some of them could be beautiful models" Bulma contributed off-handedly.
"Yes, but power hungry whores is probably a better term for them."
Bulma smiled, what he was saying was true though, it was obvious they just wanted him for his power and money.
"What am I then?" Bulma asked. She was interested in what his answer would be.
"I hardly know you yet, even though we have been living together for quite some time."
"Same goes for you, probably all I know about you is that you're a Prince, which I had to find out the hard way, and that you like training."
"That's all you have to know."
Bulma knew from the beginning that Vegeta wouldn't be the type of person that would open up easily. She would be lucky if she found out anymore about him. They were friends yes, but they weren't at the level where they shared their secrets and pasts. She had the feeling that his past was dark, hers wasn't too bright either.
They made it home and went their separate ways. Vegeta went to train and Bulma went to study for a test she had the next day. It counted for a lot, so she didn't want to screw it up.
After she had finished studying she went looking for Vegeta, she found him in his room. He was sitting at the edge of his bed, in black sweat pants. He always slept in those.
Bulma went to sit next to him.
"Aren't you going to study for the test we have tomorrow?"
Vegeta turned his head towards her. It seemed as if he had been deep in thought and had only realized her presence now.
He had been listening to music because a new song had just started. Switchfoot - You. (Really an awesome song, especially for what's coming.)
It happened so quickly but so slowly at the same time - if that was even possible.
He lifted his hand, slowly caressing her cheek.
"Vegeta..." She whispered, he had this look in his eyes, she couldn't quite understand what it was.
He silenced her by kissing her. Bulma didn't know what to do at first, she was confused. Should she respond?
She let her feelings take over; she let her heart lead her. She put her arms around his neck, lightly stroking the back of his neck, while burying one hand in his hair. This action brought them closer and deepened their kiss. At first it was slow, but it quickly heated up. He pushed her slowly back onto the bed, his arms on each side of her. The kiss broke for a second so they could catch their breath.
He looked down at her. She was so, so beautiful. He lifted one hand to stroke the side of her cheek. She lifted her head, kissing him lightly; she then nibbled on his bottom lip. This surprised him and he smirked.
Soon they were lip locked, passionately they kissed, exploring each others bodies. Vegeta lightly caressed her, running his hands down her sides. He could feel her shiver beneath him. It wasn't out of fear, it was out of lust.
"Vegeta..." Bulma called his name for the second time, this time breathlessly.
"Yes woman" He replied before quickly resuming what he had been doing, kissing her lightly down the side of her neck.
"We should stop."
Vegeta pulled away from her. He seemed hurt but quickly composed himself.
She placed her palm on his cheek and he moved to kiss it.
"I... I just want to take it slow, the feelings that you give me are... overwhelming, but I don't want to rush things."
"That's understandably." He hadn't forgotten why she had moved in with him in the first place.
"Is it ok if I spend the night?" She looked at him almost playfully.
He smirked wickedly at her.
He advanced towards her and kissed her one last time before laying down next to her. She entwined her body with his and soon he heard her breath even out. She was asleep.
The next morning, Bulma awoke to an empty bed, much like the last time. That didn't damper her happy mood though. Vegeta would remain who he was, but now she knew he felt something for her that was more than friendship. She didn't know exactly how she felt about him, but she knew it was strong.
She got out of bed, got ready for school and grabbed a quick breakfast. Greeting Nappa and Radditz she made her way out of the building, intending to walk to school.
She was about a block away when it happened.
A car pulled up next to her driving slowly to match her pace. She didn't stop to look; she just continued walking, faster.
"Hey bitch, where do you think you are going?"
That voice... she felt the dread wash though her. She turned, already knowing who it would be...
