Pride & Prejudice D.B.Z
Chapter Twenty Six
Bulma felt her heart sink down deep into the pit of her stomach as Vegeta ended the argument with his final words and somehow, despite her being exposed quite enough to his anger in all the worst possible moments of vulnerability, it hurt really deep this time, literally cut a slash through her. He hadn't actually raised his voice with her for a while, ever since he'd woken up from that coma she had dreaded and if memory served it's purpose, even before, since the day he'd come to her rescue so ceremoniously he hadn't once shown his anger against her, hadn't once yelled at her, been harsh or nasty and had even spoke to her quite often when nobody else was around and it honestly seemed as if he had been enjoying himself momentarily. This sudden change in him over the few minutes however dashed cruelly to one side any hopes that he might possibly be lightening up towards her, might possibly start to like her and sometimes, when she let her daydreams wander of to far she wondered whether it was possible that he might actually, in the slightest way, love her.
She brought her eyes to meet with his but he wasn't looking at her at all, his eyes were transfixed clearly on something that was apparently behind her and whatever it was, it had him clearly burning with loathsome anger.
"Vegeta?" she questioned lightly as she saw his hands gradually clench into binding yet shaking fists and as soon as she read the hatred in his eyes that she was given the indication and whipped around in foreboding within her chair, her own eyes ablaze as she saw Yamcha enter the room, looking perfectly welcomed and wanted.
"What is he doing here?" she muttered to herself, anger consuming her and she felt her fingertips burn when he looked her way, and even more so when he gave her a well aimed wink. If that wasn't enough, he was actually walking over to their table, a point at which Bulma immediately sensed trouble and switched over to observe Vegeta who looked prepared to wring Yamcha's neck as soon as he was within distance.
"Oh no…" she mumbled as she saw Vegeta get ready to plunge into action, a temple bursting in his forehead and at the last minute grabbed hold of his hand across the table so that he was forced to look over in her direction, murderous that she was daring to stop him.
"Let go…" he ordered vehemently under his breath and she could feel the tension in his hand, his very vein pulsating with fury, bubbling under his very skin, making her simply hold on even tighter, squeezing his hand convincingly to give him some sort of moral support.
"No Vegeta" she whispered back, trying to hold him down as Yamcha grew ever so closer, speeding up her protest as much as possible. "Not now…please not now"
"Have you lost your mind?" he questioned, his eyes becoming slits, looking dangerously through her and she paled at the sight of his animosity so vibrantly growing. "I'm going to kill him right here, right now and nobody's going to stop me!"
He began to pull his hand, growing forceful until Bulma grew desperate and held onto his entire arm with both her hands, trying to lean over the table to speak to him, pressing her stomach down on the surface as he edged closer to hear what she was mouthing towards him, fury and malice throbbing inside of him, he wasn't in the mood for petty consultations but even so, he listened to her, even if it was with impatience.
"Please Vegeta…don't do it…not now…" she begged and he stopped pulling but only to lean towards her and demand why exactly he wasn't out their murdering Yamcha as brutally as possible.
"I know you're desperate for revenge…I understand you want to hurt him…" she sympathized as he pierced her with his glare, waiting for a valid answer. "But in your attempt to gain what is rightfully yours you'll simply end up destroying the party and this is a very special night for Goku and ChiChi and I know you don't approve of such relationships…" It hurt her to mention that part because it was as if she was confirming that he didn't approve of any relationship they might have had a long time ago. "…but please reconsider this time and back down…I want their night to go perfect tonight so please…"
She trailed of pleading and they were so close now that she could see Vegeta's wrinkles in his forehead deepen with thought and to her shock he nodded shortly before saying, "Fine" and then leaning back and Bulma did the same, her hands tracing down his arm back to his hand and she couldn't resist; she cupped it within her own, entwining his fingers between her own, hands clasped together as she gushed with the warmth and he didn't pull away in the least.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here Vegeta…I heard you were in confinement…hope your feeling better"
Yamcha stood at the table, looking very proud of himself as he masked a smile down at them but neither Bulma nor Vegeta made an attempt to hide their true feelings, though Vegeta merely pretended he hadn't heard anything whereas Bulma was compelled to suddenly rebel.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Bulma muttered hatefully, squeezing Vegeta's hand tighter, more to comfort herself then actually prevent Vegeta from doing anything rash.
"I was invited if your wondering whether I hi-jacked anybody to get here, Bulma" he informed her and it was as if he had spit her name is distaste, not the way he used to say it, as if it meant the world to him.
"I wouldn't put it past you Yamcha" she replied, her own anger rising and she couldn't blame Vegeta for wanting to murder him.
"Looks like you two are having fun" Yamcha stated, changing the subject and his gaze fell upon their hands and blazed up. "Getting along I see…"
Bulma couldn't keep her self control any longer, despite her constant forcing of Vegeta to back down and though she felt like a filthy hypocrite it was all she could do to stop herself from imitating Vegeta's hopes on action. Getting to her feet as fast as possible, letting Vegeta's hand slip out from hers she grabbed hold of Yamcha's arm, leaving Vegeta to simply stare after them, smirking to himself at the scene they were causing and knowing he wasn't a part of it, and dragged Yamcha across the room to a deserted corner a little off the buffet table before setting him against the wall, their faces so close that their noses were just about touching but there was no warmth, only ice between their bodies as Bulma forced him back, pinning his by his shoulders.
"You stay away from us…we are through Yamcha and nothing you do or say, including trying to put Vegeta into a coma, will make me come back to you…as if such twisted corruption could ever have brought me back to you…you could have killed him!!" she whispered furiously, it was all blurting out in furious rushes.
"So you figured it out?" Yamcha played along. "I really didn't think I'd left that many clues but then again…you are the famous Bulma Briefs of Capsule Corporation…I shouldn't have put it past your brilliant mind…it shouldn't matter though…there's no proof except of course of the claims made by someone clearly not thinking straight after his little…episode…"he mused, bringing a hand up to finger a few strands of her hair lovingly, playfully letting them glide along and Bulma was so paralyzed at what he was doing she couldn't even stop him. "You straightened your hair…it looks better this way…"
"How dare you come here and act as if we've all just forgiven you!! I will never look at you and feel as if I'm not staring at the enemy Yamcha for as far as I am concerned, I'd rather have nothing to do with you…you could have taken Vegeta away for ever!!"
"So that's it, isn't it Bulma?" Yamcha suddenly announced, but only for her to hear. "What does your beloved 'Wonder Prince' have that's so very special? Why are you so in love with him when I can give you whatever you want?" he contradicted in an equally low yet deathly voice.
"Except I don't want you, do I Yamcha? I don't want you any more …we're over…and for your information I'd rather have 'Wonder Prince' than you!"
"So you do love him?" Yamcha sparked up. "I can't believe you of all people would love Vegeta! Honestly, you love him?"
"Yes, Yamcha" Bulma answered without thinking. "I do love Vegeta…that's the end of it…and I didn't exactly appreciate you trying to do away with him!"
"God Bulma! I mean, I thought he was the one in love with you…after all, why'd he come to fight me if not for you? Ever thought of that?"
Bulma was left speechless as he pointed this out and it was this opportunity that Yamcha decided to inflame her further, just for the fun of it and began to drag his fingers out of her blue flowing hair, soothingly down her cheek, rubbing it gently and Bulma couldn't understand how he was seducing her so easily, his touch just felt so warm and invigorating and then she realized what was happening to her and in a moment of immediate horror, slapped his hand away from her face.
"Don't EVER touch me!! EVER!! I don't want you near me!!" she breathed harshly in his face, backing up a little, the closeness was starting to actually emotionally hurt her inside with irrevocable pain.
"What Bulma, has Vegeta reserved you for himself or something? And I thought you were one of those 'independent' women like you always claim to be…I guess it makes sense you would prefer a weakling…he put up a sad fight you know… a little bloody anesthesia…you should have seen the state he was in…not your big bad Saiyan Prince… just lying there helpless…it was pathetic…how could you like that? How could you even-"
Yamcha was roughly cut off as Bulma's fist came in swift contact with his jaw, sending his face into the wall in a bloody mess of a nosebleed she had caused.
"You're SICK!" she erupted in his ear before turning on her heel and marching back to the table when somebody caught her round the shoulders and spun her around and she was suddenly facing Goku.
"Hi Goku…having fun… she mumbled distraught that he had seen her punch Yamcha if anything could be indicated by his worried "Ugh Bulma…did you just punch Yamcha in the face?" and Bulma couldn't help but laugh a little as she envisioned his frightful expression, recollecting the pain she had instilled in him all over again.
'Yes Goku…yes I did" she admitted just as ChiChi walked over to them, observed Bulma laughing and Goku paling and went "I don't even want to know. Listen Bulma…Goku and I aregoing to start the couples dancing"
"We are?" Goku asked in signature confusion and ChiChi gave him a sharp look to which he silenced before resuming.
"I was wondering if you could also pair up and come on to the dance floor?" she ended off and when Bulma looked at her in question she elaborated. "Go grab Vegeta and start dancing!"
"What?? You want me to slow dance with Vegeta??" she questioned aloud before clapping a hand over her mouth in humiliation at having said this aloud and ChiChi took this moment to carry out a very self made on the spot two second plan and that was to grab hold of Bulma's hand and drag her across the room, reach out for a very surprised and unsuspecting Vegeta's hand and drag him along before letting go of both their hands in the middle of room, pushing Bulma literally into his arms and grabbing hold of Goku and dancing to the slow beat music that was playing, mouthing an "Enjoy" in Bulma's direction who was feeling quite relaxed in Vegeta's arms.
"Oh, hey Vegeta, haven't seen you in a while!" Bulma commented he irony ecstatically, euphoria consuming her as she grew more attached to her current dance partner, forming a position for herself to permanently rest in if her hopes ever prevailed.
"What the hell is going on?" Vegeta wondered aloud in annoyance, having been grabbed and pulled several times in a time span of possibly only an hour and it was starting to get to him.
"Well…I think we're supposed to be dancing" Bulma informed him lightly, placing her arms around his neck and starting to sway, gesturing for him to do likewise.
"I refuse to dance" he committed firmly but Bulma was swaying so much he had to move to get comfortable and in the end she had him with his arms around her waist, dancing, not enjoying it but definitely trying.
"I can't believe Kakarot!" he muttered after a while and Bulma looked up at him, she was suddenly short in his arms as they groped around her unintentionally, as they slowly rotated around amongst the other gathering couples.
"Why?" she asked as she ran her hands through his hair and he actually looked down to speak to her so that his warm breath fell directly on her face and it felt so amazing.
"For inviting that idiot! How could he? That pitiful ass tried to put me in a bloody coma!" he riveted on and Bulma tried as best as she could to comfort the situation.
"Well…think about it Vegeta! Once upon a time you were trying to kill Goku, right? And here you are, his second in lead for dancing at his engagement party!
"That's…that's completely besides the point! The situations are irrelevant from each other" he argued but she had him beat and she knew it.
"Never mind it…I took care of him for now…" she consoled warmly, smiling to herself, wondering what would have happened, had the scene been made public.
"I saw exactly how…your punch was slightly off but still very affective since he was bleeding serious hell" he informed her with a smirk and Bulma smiled with much ease as she brought her head to lean on his chest, closing her eyes as they continued to slow dance gracefully around.
"Let's just forget about all that tonight she chided softly as Vegeta's grasp grew slightly tighter around her and her arms slid down, grabbing hold of his.
"Let's just enjoy ourselves…"