14
No matter how hard Vegeta tried, sleep would not come to him. Growling as he looked at the clock for the hundredth time, Vegeta sat up. Forget it! Maybe some fresh air will help. He pulled on the track pants he wore earlier that day, or yesterday seeing as it was nearly 1 in the morning. Vegeta silently padded down the hall on bare feet. However, the roof was not empty like he thought it would be. Leaning against the railing was the one person he didn't feel up to facing yet, so he turned around and hoped that she hadn't noticed him. But of course Bulma had learned quite a bit about Vegeta in the years that he'd climb into her room, "Couldn't sleep, Vegeta?" Drawn in by her voice, he answered without thinking, "Neither could you it seems."
Bulma turned to look at Vegeta as he stood next to her. The city lights from below casting strange shadows on his handsome face, making him look far more menacing then she knew him to be. "You're staring Woman." Vegeta's deep rumble brought her out of her thoughts. "Oh, sorry." She mumbled, casting her gaze back towards the streets below. Genuinely curious, he asked, "Why are you out here? Even with your mind, lying in a bed without distractions would be more productive." Sighing, Bulma turned so her back was to the railing, her elbows resting on it, "The room was too stuffy. Too constraining. I needed to think and this is the first pace that popped in my head." "Think about what?" Vegeta mimicked the blue-haired girl, the partying crowds below couldn't hold a candle to Bulma when she was explaining her newest inventions or ideas.
"About the Game tomorrow. About how to make sure that I stay true to who I am. I don't want to change and I most certainly don't want him to change me." Bulma breathed out, looking like she felt better after saying her swirling thoughts aloud. Wondering what she meant by her last statement, Vegeta asked, "How would he change you, Woman?" "By turning me into something I'm not." She shrugged, a lame answer but it was the only she had. "So does that mean you won't kill?" He questioned, onyx eyes twinkling in the faint light as they stared intently at Bulma, waiting for her next words. With determination in her voice, Bulma said, "Of course I'll kill if I have too. But if I'm going to die, I want to make sure that I die in my own way and on my terms; not someone else's."
Vegeta couldn't help the smirk on his lips, That's my Bulma. "I can't afford to think like that. I haven't be able to think like that for a long time." He glared up into the night sky, imagining how different his life could've turned out if it wasn't for a certain murderous, lizard-like man who just happened to be in a position of power. "I know Vegeta." Bulma sighed as she pushed off the railing, "I'm going to bed since I finally feel tired. Goodnight Vegeta." All she got was a grunt. In reality, Vegeta had never said those words to anyone but his Dad since his mother died, and his father was killed a long time ago. Waiting a fair length of time, Vegeta pushed off the railing and went to bed, hoping that sleep would find him easier this time.
A.N. Sorry it's so short but it's the last breather before we get into the action, so I kinda felt like it needed to stay it's own chapter.