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Chapter 29: Not to have, Not to hold

Bulma's head was still thinking of reasonable good excuses for her absence but she found it hard to believe them. It was obvious that everyone else would have a pretty good idea of what had been going on too but as long as they had no proof and she and Vegeta denied everything, then that would be that. Of course it didn't matter all that much, Earthlings had no value but she didn't want to be known as a traitor or a some type of fraud. Then again, everyone had only cheered her on when she developed the plans of the Gravity Room. Looking back now…Did they not know what this meant? If she could only undo Vegeta's strength increase…Not that it mattered, he would always be too strong for any fighter.

When she enter her tiny little room, which for some reason appeared to be smaller than she could remember, she walked straight towards her bed and let herself fall on it. Strangely she did not miss Vegeta next to her. As matter of fact, she felt like she could breathe freely again. He never gave her much space and seemed to be possessive of her. Or rather her body.
She let out a sigh at the memories. Well, they definitely had a physical connection. Everything else seemed rather unclear. She hadn't been able to connect to him on a mental note, he seemed rather dismissive about the idea and if she was being honest, so was she, despite her determination to know what the story was behind his unhealed scar.

Staring at the ceiling, she wondered if she could ever get to talk to him about it. But the question was, what strategy would be most successful? Where she pretended to care about him in order for him to open up to her, something that she didn't find as ludicrous today as she would have found in the past. Or just her usual self? Rather spiteful and uncaring? She didn't have to pretend anything and it appeared that that still got her further than pretending to being submissive towards him. But she couldn't continue to do that, else it would truly be pure physical. 'Aah!' She sighed, annoyed that thing were as complicated as ever again.
Deciding to let her head rest, her eyes fluttered shut and she let herself fall into a deep slumber, not wanting to think anymore.

'Bulma.' Her father's voice sounded stern and there was an undertone of disappointment in it, she could tell. So far everyone else hadn't dared to question her too much but her father had decided to seek her out, just to "check" on her. But she had a nagging feeling he wanted to know simply more of what his daughter was up to.
'Dad.' Turning around to face him, she gave him a stern look of her own, trying to mask her feelings and the truth of the matter. 'It really isn't what you think.'
'Do you expect me to believe King Vegeta now suddenly wants a training room in his palace? He's here in an instant with his speed.'
'He wants to train more.' She shrugged. 'I don't why either, he's always secretive and doesn't feel the need to explain anything towards anyone.'
'There is nothing secretive, especially with your evasive answer.' He growled annoyed, not believing a word of what she was saying.
'Dad! I don't know why either. He just doesn't want anyone else near it. Maybe he actually thinks we are conspiring against him, who knows why! But why let this chance pass us by?' She still had to sound like the old Bulma, or rather the Bulma he thought she was, who was unaware of Vegeta's scar.

It was becoming a complicated web she had created, finding herself trapped in her own lies for the moment. It wasn't like her to lie and deceit people, nor her Father or even Vegeta actually. It was… a result. A result of what had happened and what was going on around her, she hadn't actually once had the chance to seize control and now… now she could, though she'd have a price to pay.

Looking up, her father's eyes bored into hers. Letting out a huff and shrug, as in defeat, without speaking another word, he turned around and left, obviously angry and hurt. It ached her heart and she had to fight every muscle to not go after him. Tell him the truth. He would be so disappointed in her. She bald her fist at the idea, she just couldn't do that to him. Now he was just stuck with indecisiveness of whether to believe her or not. Time would make him turn around. She hoped.

Continuing with her work, she noted that Vegeta was playing along nicely by not showing up. Most workers had asked her why bother to fix this room if there was another one to be build closer to his personal chambers. All she had to do was shrug and tell them it was an order of King Vegeta and it shouldn't be questioned too much. Given Vegeta's reputation, not too many people dared to indeed question it. But it hadn't been a particularly nice day so far, she heard whispers behind her back and whenever she entered a room people would abruptly stop talking. It was evident that Vegeta's hushing words had only worked on her and not on anyone else. Though no one dared to talk to her directly about it, it was obvious that the entire department was talking about her and Vegeta when she wasn't around, not believing their obvious blatant lie.

Getting angry at the situation, she lost her temper quite a few times. All her anger was slowly targeting Vegeta, who was after all the cause of all her misery. Including this one.


Vegeta let out a sigh of aggravation. He thought this would feed his hunger but it had only worsened it. Now he had had her, he wanted more of her. He was bored. At least she provided entertainment worth wasting time on. Watching people fight couldn't hold his attention for long. Of course Nappa had said the people had requested his presence multiple times and he felt obliged to do so, just to keep up appearances. Normally he wouldn't find it such a drag but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. He wanted to go out and fight himself, he wasn't a man to be stuck in one place for so long. Besides wasn't his father supposed to be here and fill in for him? That was the task he had given him, so why wasn't he here?
Insolent fools, did they really think he'd care? Vegeta eyed his people, finding their cheers and screams rather unnecessary. He let out a sigh, waiting for the battle to be over, so he could leave again.

'Vegeta.'

Looking beside him, he had to mask his surprise with a blank expression, 'Father.'

'You seem bored.' He noted, seating himself beside him. The fact that both father and son were present seemed to feed both the fighters and the crowd to act more violent and louder. Vegeta remained unfazed by it all, while his father gave an appreciative smirk.
'I'm not.' He simply answered, once the crowd had settled down a little.
'Then I would act more accordingly because our people seem to think otherwise.' He nodded towards the excessive battles taking place in the arena and around, trying to catch his attention and perhaps please him in some way.
'Hmph.' Not really caring about the situation that surrounded him, he shrugged again, not keeping his eyes on the crowd for very long.
'So…' He started, 'Are you still not planning on taking on your duties as a King?'
'Father, it is you who is boring me with the same conversations…' Warning him not to go any further than that.
'My apologies, my son.' He snickered at his temper but did what he asked and decided not to continue to go along that road. He had made it obvious on multiple occasions he did not care to sit on a throne all day.
'What is it?' Vegeta asked, 'You never bother me unless it is something you need my permission for, so what is it?'
'Nothing.' The former King shook his head, letting the silence fall between them for a good few minutes, watching the scenes unfold before them. 'Though…' he started, 'There is a rumor.'
'What?' Vegeta barked, knowing very well what exactly it could be that he heard of, annoyed at the prospect of having to talk about this with his father of all people.
'There seemed to be someone who can keep your attention… though there is nothing Saiyan about her.' He smirked at him but Vegeta kept his eyes on the battle, ignoring his father's self-satisfied expression.
'I don't know what you are talking about.' He shrugged, not wanting to inform his father on his personal matters. He didn't need to know, it wasn't his business to begin with.
'Why so secretive?' His father asked, 'There is nothing wrong with taking a concubine—'
'She isn't a concubine.' He cut in but the moment he spoke those words he wished he could swallow them back in. Cursing at himself, he decided to dare and look at his father, who held an expression with a mixture of emotions. He could tell there was something disapproving in his eyes.
'Then, son, what exactly is she?'
'Nobody… Some woman I sleep with, does that bother you?' Arrogantly lifting his chin, daring him to talk back and cross that line. He was aching for a fight, whether it was his father, a soldier or stranger, for the moment it didn't matter to him.
'No.' He shrugged. Vegeta turned his attention back to the arena but he could see him smirk in the corner of his eyes, 'Not at all.'
'Fine.' He huffed, 'Now, shut up and watch.'


'Phew!' Bulma let herself fall into her seat. Today had been a rotten day, so far she had gotten into a fight with her father, her fellow workers, though that was because she had yelled at them, and Sprot who had questioned her about her absence, out of all people, he wasn't one she felt the need to explain herself to. 'Ugh.' Letting her head drop in to arms, burying herself into the crooks. At least the day was over.

When she heard the door open, she reminded herself it wasn't over until she was in bed. With all her strength she had to lift her head to greet whoever it was.

Great. To make the day complete…

'Dr. Sok.' She greeted.
'Miss Briefs.' He nodded, a content smile plastered on his face. Though his assumption were correct it didn't make her less annoyed at how smug he was being. It made her feel awful and found his behavior degrading towards her.
'What can I help you with?' She asked innocently.
'You don't expect me to believe what you have fed everyone else, do you?' He stated crudely, getting straight towards the point.
'Yes, I do. It is the truth. I told you such things take time, and I guess faith finally gave us an opportunity.'
'You and him are not…together?' He asked hesitantly, trying to put his words kindly.
'No. I'm afraid not.' She shrugged, keeping her face blank. She didn't want him to know anything yet, keep him guessing for a while.
'Pity.' He simply said, again someone eyes were boring into hers. Feeling the stickiness of her own web, she decided to change subject to feel less cornered. 'Any news?'
'Afraid not.'
The quick and short answer told her he didn't want to tell her anything as long as she didn't tell him the truth. She guessed he didn't know how stubborn she could be. She'd win this game, make him curious enough to tell her exactly what was going on. 'I see.' Biting her lip, faking concern.
'Any word on Kakarot?' She then asked, remembering she hadn't heard or seen him lately.
'No. He seems to have disappeared. Actually it is quite the situation. I believe Saiyans are out looking for him.'
'Really?' She asked up surprised by the new information.
'If I know more, I'll let you know, Miss Briefs.' Sok's smile didn't come off as kind but more as a grin, as if to tell her that she shouldn't count on it if she wasn't going to talk.
'That would be nice.' She simply smiled back, pretending to be unaware of his undertone.
'Are you sure there is nothing to tell?' He asked again.
'Absolutely.' Her smile broadened and her fake expression let the truth seep true, making Sok grit in annoyance. Nodding politely at her, 'I just wanted to make sure are alright, Miss Briefs.'
'Of course.' She nodded back, 'I'm fine. Don't worry, just a little bit more.'
That was kind of true.
Hesitantly he shook his head in agreement, 'Best of luck. I'm sure you are tired, I'll let you be.'
'Goodnight.'

When the door closed again, she let out a laugh but was actually disappointed at how complicated it had turned out to be. Sok was playing hard and had not even wanted to inform her what was going on with Goku. Well, he had let it slip a little but she was almost certain he knew more. Then again Nappa didn't know… Oh, who was she kidding, Nappa probably didn't know half what was going on this planet! He wasn't much of a source…

Hearing the door open again, she let out an aggravated growl. 'I don't know, get out!' Turning around to yell at whomever it was, she was startled at the sight. 'Vegeta.'
He simply smirked at her, 'Rough day?'
'Not exactly smooth sailing…' She muttered, 'Not a person alive believes our lie.'
'I can kill them if you want.' For some strange reason that made her laugh. 'No, I think it is better we keep everyone alive for the time being.'
He didn't respond but still had a smirk on his face, he seemed to be in a good mood for some reason. She didn't care why, glad to at least have some luck today and not having to endure Vegeta's tirades.
'What brings you here?' She asked, 'You're supposed to be training… Well, kind of. You know you are really going to have to get a Gravity Room in the palace if you want them to believe us a little bit… Though I don't think that would even help.'
Walking towards her, he grabbed her chin, 'Exactly.'
'What?' She asked confused, it had been a long day and her brain wasn't functioning properly enough to understand his short answers.
'Exactly. You need to install a Gravity Room near my chambers.' He answered, pulling her in. Before she could ask or simply talk, she found his mouth on hers and it numbed her of every thought and every feeling. Feeling herself instantly relax. It was strange that the cause of everything was also the only thing that seemed to ease her. Getting up, she deepened the kiss, feeling tongue over hers, making her knees tremble. Time to let go, she thought, her body happily agreeing with her mind.

Crawling on top of her desk, wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling his hand greedily roaming over legs, an approving hum left his throat and his reasons for visiting became quite obvious. Suddenly that idea alarmed her and she immediately let go. 'Didn't anyone see you?'
'What?' He barked, annoyed and angered that she had stopped to ask such a thing.
'Did anyone see you?' She asked, emphasizing every word, looking behind him. 'I can't be caught with you!' She explained
'No.' He answered with a growl, obviously a little offending by her words.
'You don't want this either, so don't be so…' She shrugged at trying to act like him but got her point across. Jumping off the desk and passing him by, she went straight towards the door. His tail had already untangled, not being able to control himself, letting it swirl angrily in the air. When he heard a few beeping noises, he understood that all she had done was lock the door.

Turning on her heels, she smirked at him but rose her eyebrows when she caught the look on his face. She had obviously ruined his good mood. 'What?' She asked, using the same tone he had before, arrogantly looking at him.
He remained quiet, glaring at her. It was a well-known face that King Vegeta did not like being commanded or criticized. She didn't think anyone outside of Frieze had ever dared to do so, or live to talk about it. 'Don't be so childish, Vegeta.' Mocking him by repeating the same words he had said to her once, 'We're both adults.' She shrugged, walking towards him. Honestly, since when did he became so difficult when it came to this? Most of the time it was him to evoke, all she was doing now was taking precaution.

Not wasting more words on it, she found that rather pointless when it came to Vegeta, she ignored his scowl and continued where they had left off. She wanted to stop thinking, she didn't need him to make it further complex by behaving odd. At first he reluctant but gradually gave into her, tail wrapping itself around her. She couldn't help but smirk, honestly sometimes he was so easy.

Breathing hard, they both tried to catch their breaths, lying on the floor, still tangled into one another. Bulma placed her head on his chest, hearing his hear beat fast. It lulled her so much, she could fall asleep but the adrenaline kept her up and the fact that this was rather a strange room to indulge into such activities made it impossible to stay here.
'I hope no one catches me.' Bulma muttered, 'On my way out…' Drawing circles on his skin, something she did to keep herself busy. She needed to catch her breath. He didn't say anything back and when looked up, she noted his frown had returned. She felt her body grow heavy, this was going to be complicated, she could tell.

'You are to come with me.' The demand fell on deaf ears, she immediately shook her head.
'No, I can't.' She got up, 'If I do that, people will know!'
His scowled at her words and got up on his elbows to look at her, his eyes focused on hers. Before he could yell at her, she cut him off to remind him, 'We both agreed on this, remember?'
Not able to saying anything back to that, he lay back down on the hard floor, ignoring her stare.
She lay still for a couple of minutes, her legs draped over his, her hand on his chest for support. Sometimes he wondered if she knew how seductive she could be. She probably did, he had to conclude she was quite confident and rather arrogant when it came down to it. Actually she was over-confident in everything she did.

Scanning the room for her clothes, glad that this time he had not ripped or tore any of her clothes off, she got up and decided to dress herself. It was already late. She ignored his stare and his quietness, finding it rather easy, better that then to have to argue her way out. Though it had relaxed her, reality had sunk in and she hoped she had been quiet enough that no one had heard her. Cursing at herself, she walked towards the door, suddenly aware Vegeta had yet to get up and get dressed.
'Well?' Annoyed by his slowness. He slowly got up, his eyes were dark and she noted that again whatever had been bothering him before was now bothering him again. Though it would be better if she tried to figure out what it was, sort of to show she cared, she couldn't bring herself to do so. She needed to sleep. Hopefully this whole thing would eventually blow over. Of course if Vegeta kept visiting her, that would be a little tricky…

Outside she concluded, she truly had been alone, which was rare. Perhaps it was later then she thought it was? Time flied when… Not now, Bulma, shaking her head. 'When...' She halted for a moment, how was she going to put this? 'When will we see each other?'
'Woman.' He growled, speaking up for the first time, 'I'll decide.'
Frowning at his words, 'So only when it suits you?' She asked angrily.
'Yes.' He hissed back, equally angered.
'Fine, whatever.' She rolled her eyes, walking pass him. He snatched her wrist, 'Tomorrow…' Looking at her head to toe and back, 'Tomorrow you'll truly start with the Gravity Room in the palace. I have no need to be around your people anymore.' He harshly let go of her wrist and walked pass her, leaving her a little startled. Something told her that that wasn't what he wanted to say. She followed him out, luckily they got out without walking into anyone. They separated ways without speaking another word.

She didn't know what was bothering him but right now she wanted this thing to settle a bit before resuming her plans of getting close to him, which again was pointed out that that wasn't going to be easily done. She halted for a few seconds, pondering on what to do about it.
Hearing voices, she ducked into the nearest hall. Hearing that the voices were those of men, she concluded it were a group Saiyans. Cursing her luck, she tried to be as quiet as she could. When she heard a cry, she opened her eyes, and dared to peek at the scene. Noticing a young girl being pulled along by one of the brute men, trembling like a leaf. She knew that group, they had made perverse comments and were known to harass women. She felt her heart sink in her chest and an overwhelming feeling of guilt took over. She couldn't help her. She didn't even know where they were heading to. Apparently the girl had their attention so much, they did not notice her when they passed her. Bulma's eyes followed along, hearing the girl plea to stop and let go, while all they did was laugh and snicker at her attempts. She suddenly felt stupid for dwelling on her own feelings again. It didn't matter if her father didn't believe her or Sok wasn't letting her in on anything, if she found what she needed, everything would be different and the scenario could be turned around.

She needed to come up with a strategy to find out what Vegeta had been hiding and how she could ever make him trust her enough to tell her about it. Watching the group disappear, she got out of the hall but when her head turned around she froze on the spot. Cabba. His eyes were wild, bigger than usual and he was breathing hard. No, he wasn't breathing hard… She blushed. He was smelling her…scent. Vegeta…
He swallowed, his eyes stayed locked on hers, she didn't dare to move or say anything. But with a slight nod, an almost mocking bow, he followed his group of men, leaving Bulma bewildered behind. He hadn't bothered to speak. She realized this now meant he probably knew of her and Vegeta, or well at least knew that she had been with some man.
Great, further complications! She practically ran to her room, afraid he'd change his mind and come after her.


Watching his planet, Vegeta stood straight and proud. This morning he had decided that a spar would ease his mind but again no soldier had sufficient power against him, boring him. Last person that had somewhat provided a fight was Kakarot, which reminded him he still had a score to settle with the third class soldier. He had guts to not answer his summoning but he would eventually have to show up, he couldn't hide forever.

'Again, bored, son?' Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father words, already noting his presence the second he had been flying into his direction. He didn't answer his question, keen on ignoring him.
'It seems very little on our planet seems to satisfy you or keep you preoccupied. You don't want the throne, you don't want to indulge into our culture. What exactly do you want?'
'To fight.' He answered, 'I want go out on the battlefield.' His words were sincere, it was what he truly longed for. He couldn't wait to leave this rotten planet.
'Why? Nothing exciting, you can't die.' He pointed out, shrugging at his son's logic. 'Seems rather tedious.'
Noticing he was being ignored again, his father decided to change it to a subject that might excite his son or rather change his attitude and his never ending foul mood.
'I've spoken with the Earthling scientists, in about a month everything should be ready. The first group of men can depart… Perhaps you can lead them? After all, you know more about Frieza's empire then any of us.'
'You just tell me when.' He simply answered, not making any eye-contact with his father.
'I personally thought this would change your demeanor but it appears…' He clicked his tongue, annoying his son in the process, 'It is more than just the battlefield.'
The silence told him he was right but it just like him, he knew that stone façade wasn't going to crumble. Whatever was on his mind, he wasn't going to share. With a slight huff, the former King turned around to leave, 'Vegeta…' He didn't know what say obviously, so that was all he said.

Vegeta ignored him, not bothering to turn around. It wasn't exactly as if they had a bond of some sorts. He felt no need to express himself, not to him, not to anyone. He didn't think his father would want that either but yet for some reason he did feel obliged on doing so.

He had had a point… what exactly could be considered exciting about a battle that you know you are going to win? Immortality had more tricks to it than he had initially thought. Perhaps it was because he was overthinking things… He needed to get out before he lost his mind. For the moment was beginning to find flaws in immortality…

Above all… That damn woman was bothering him again. He had bed her, he had had her. She wanted him back, admitting to it finally. She even wanted it on a frequent basis, so what was bothering him? The fact that she was being presumptuous? She had always had a cocky attitude. Fearless, foolish, a spitfire. He didn't mind her fierceness, her fighting spirit. Though lately… he didn't quite know himself what it was that was bothering him.

Perhaps he just rather have her trembling again…

A month. That wasn't too long to keep himself preoccupied. Demanding that he indeed have a Gravity Room near his chambers, he had commanded that the woman, and solely the woman, started immediately. Having done the room twice already, she said she could get it done by herself.

Staring at the blue haired creature, he noted that it would be hard to keep his focus on his training if she was near. Perhaps he should allow her to do some work other than the GR. She had been nagging about a laser-…something. Also didn't seem to be all happy about spending all her time here, saying she wanted her family around her. He bald his fist.

Who was she to make demands? He swallowed his anger, then again she had been nothing but lenient towards him, no matter how awful he treated her. She never shivered from his touch anymore or backed away. He…didn't mind her demands. Or at least not as much as he thought he would have.

Slowly making his way towards her, 'Woman, when will you be done?' though his tone held something commanding, he put it as soft as he could.
'Just a bit more.' She flashed him a smile, 'Promise I'll be done today!'
He simply nodded, continuing to watching her work. These days she was all that made him feel anything. Everything else bored him, annoyed him or aggravated him. She could do all three too, but always had a finale up her sleeve, making him forget everything.

In all honestly…

He never thought she'd agreed. Sometimes he wondered what made her change and submit to him.
Seeing her expression saddened, slowing her moves down, she halted to glance at him. As if she noticed he analyzing her.
He could see the hate shine through her blue eyes from time to time, making him aware she was playing some type of role for him. What she wanted to achieve doing that, he didn't quite know. He wasn't sure he actually cared enough to try and find out.

'Vegeta…' She softly spoke up, trying to find the words, 'I was wondering…I…Goku, I mean…Kakarot.'
He remained quiet but the fact she had mentioned that particular Saiyan's name did not sit him. Hiding his annoyance, he didn't say anything and just let her speak.
'I haven't seen him or heard of him… not that I want to!' She quickly added, her fear shining through, if it was real or played, he couldn't tell.
'But you… Have you…hurt him?' Though she was sincere, it was obvious she was still worried about him. That angered him.
'No but if I ever see his face, he'll pay.' Vegeta hissed, walking towards her. 'Why? Do you miss him, woman?'
She didn't cringe but simply stood up herself, all signs of emotions missing from her face. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeve like she used to, smart enough to mask her feelings with blankness. Lately her body had been following her example and it left him clueless on what she really felt.
'Not at all.' She answered, 'I just wanted to know, Vegeta.'
Not the most perfected answer because he knew that one. That answer was given when trying to mask true fear, making it obvious her answer had been a complete lie.
'You want him around?' He asked, grabbing her neck, 'For what? So he can hurt you? Rape you?'
'Let go!' She hissed, 'Everyone is wondering where he—'
'No, woman, just you are wondering about him.' He cut her off, hardening his grip on her neck. 'I don't like it when others touch what is mine.'
'I'm not yours.' She spat, anger seeping through, her nails scratching his gloves, a useless attempt to stop him. 'You are the one hurting me!'
That comment made him let go, as if his hand had caught fire. Though he was still angry at her for asking, he couldn't find a reason to keep hurting her. He needed to keep his temper in check. 'He's a Saiyan now. I thought you understood that?' He explained, trying to calm himself down a little.
Had he not shown her what the man was now capable of? That he had turned into one of those horrid creatures she despised?
'I do!' She yelled, 'I don't know! He's a… a part of me, I guess.' She shrugged, trying to talk herself out of this. He wondered if she realized immediately that that was the wrong answer. Shoving her against the wall, 'Is he now?'
'Vegeta—'
'You… are nothing.' He whispered threatening, 'Nothing but my slave. As long as you lay in my bed, no other man goes near you, understood?'
'It isn't about that!' She screamed back, ignoring his cold tone and aggressive behavior, 'Get away from me!' She pushed him, getting out of the small gap between him and the wall.

'I… I don't know!' She screamed, 'I don't know why I even thought of asking! I just… I thought… I don't know!'
Breathing hard, her face flooded with emotions, making him see a glimpse of her former self. She took a few deep breaths, masking her feelings again. Looking up at him, noting she was playing her role again, 'I don't want to fight… I much rather…be with you…then to know where Kakarot is.'
A glimpse of a lie could be caught in her eyes. He ignored it, not quite knowing why he did. He just didn't want to deal with the truth.
'It's been a long day… I'm tired.' She explained, 'I got into a fight with my father a couple of days ago and we haven't spoken. My mother…has an idea of what is going on. She seemed…hurt.' She blabbered on, he didn't quite know why she bothered to tell him all this. Opening up to him, it was something typical female he assumed. He didn't know what to do with the information or what to say to her. So he decided it was best to just let her talk.

He was content, she had wanted to stay. He didn't like the fact she seemed to think they were equal in any way. But he decided that for the moment he'd give her the false idea she had choice in matters. Though sometimes she undermined him and she really did take over.

Lying on his chest, breathing softly, she nuzzled closer to him. Earthlings needed a lot of sleep, he noted. Something he rarely did. He had very little need for it, even in Saiyan terms.

He hadn't forgot about her little outburst,. She fell out of character whenever her emotions got too big to handle, making her yell defiantly at him. Only then she was herself.
Though whenever they touched… She was herself. Sort of. Sometimes it was too much to bear, whatever it was between them. He let go and she did too and it was…hard to describe but not something he was willing to let go of just yet.

I'm not yours.

Her words echoed in his head. She wasn't. The fact she could untangle herself so easily from him proved that. She wasn't his to have. He had never wanted that but…now it irked him for some reason. That she truly wasn't his and she did not mind it either. She had become emotionally as cold as him.

Lately there were hardly any arguments between them to flare up his temper. Every word was well thought out, never reacting too mild or too aggressive. Her role was so perfect he couldn't point it out.
Had he not want this? What was with him lately? Nothing seemed to satisfy him. The woman did but now he wanted her to be different again. Now he had her whenever he wanted, and it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he wanted.

Cold. That was how she felt. Distant.

Not that she had been like that their first night or the night after that. He sometimes regretted on letting her go back to that department, she had changed. As if she had thought things through…or had she talked to anyone? Staring at woman next to him, her blue hair sprawled on her pillow, her creamy her skin standing out on the dark sheets. She was so fragile and weak...while he was the opposite. But inside, they were the same.

He noted that that was irked him, not the having her or holding her, the fact that her personality was reflecting his lately. They had always shared traits but her kind nature was what separated them completely. He found it hard to admit this, even to only himself, but he noted that what he had wanted was her kindness as well. Not just her body.

Letting his head fall back, he let it all rest. Undeceive if he truly wanted that and if that was still possible after everything that had happened. He let out a growl, making her stir in response, what was wrong with him lately?


Hmm… things are a bit messy for our couple… Not just their surroundings but their own feelings seem to be rather complex towards one another. It also appears Vegeta is departing in a month… ah, what will Bulma do?
…And where the hell is Kakarot!?

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