Then He Kissed Her
IV.
The next morning, Bulma woke up dazed. She sat up, but quickly flopped back down on her bed, holding her head.
"Oh, I feel like I've been hit by a truck…" she thought.
She got up slowly this time, planting her feet firmly on the ground. She stood up wobbly, walking towards her bathroom to take a bath.
Bulma sunk low under the steaming water, warming her skin. As she relaxed, letting all her muscles free from tense, she began thinking.
'What a bizarre dream…' she thought to herself, 'I don't know why I would dream that, though…I guess it can be pretty obvious…or it might just be from what happened with Yamcha.' Her face dropped, as she felt her eyes moisten, 'Oh, Yamcha…I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you…'
She sighed as she closed her eyes, wanting to not think about anything.
Meanwhile…Vegeta was flying towards Goku's ki level, deciding to take a break from training in the gravity stimulator.
It didn't take long for him to find Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo training near a mountainside, fast and furious movements flying everywhere.
Vegeta landed a few miles away, walking up to the trio now.
He didn't have to go very far, as Gohan was hit towards him, landing right at his feet.
"Oh…man, that didn't feel pretty…" Gohan mumbled as he tried to get up.
But once he saw Saiyan boots in front of him, he looked up, only to see a scowling Vegeta looking down at him. This was all that he needed to push himself up all the way.
"Uh…hi Vegeta," Gohan greeted him.
By now, Vegeta was paying no attention to him, as his focus was turned towards Goku.
Goku happened to see him, too, so he flew over to where his son and fellow Saiyan were.
He landed beside Gohan, "Hey, Vegeta! How's it going?" Goku asked in his usual cheerful voice.
Vegeta just gave him a glare, "Kakarot, I came here for training, not for every one of you to ask me nonsense questions!"
"Oh…uh…HA!" Goku put his hand behind his head, "Well, let me guess, you want to train with me?"
A low grunt was Vegeta's answer for a yes.
Goku smiled, "Okay Vegeta, no problem!" he looked down at Gohan, "Think you can train with Piccolo for awhile?"
Gohan nodded as he ran back over to where Piccolo was standing.
Goku watched him go, and when he saw Gohan reach Piccolo, he turned back to Vegeta.
"So…" Goku got into his fighting stance, "let's see what new moves you learned. Can you become Super Saiyan yet?"
This made Vegeta mad as he powered up, "Kakarot, do not even mention Super Saiyan to me! I will achieve it soon enough and when I do," he smirked, "I'll make sure to let you be the first to know."
Goku grinned, "Great!"
Before he could say anymore, Vegeta was flying at him, sending him punch after punch and kick after kick.
Goku blocked or dodged all of his attacks though, often throwing a couple himself, "I'm honored that I'll get to be the first to know…but why do I have a feeling that Bulma will be?"
This question caught Vegeta off guard, as he paused, then was punched in the face by Goku.
He fell to the ground.
Goku was still in his punching position, surprised he got Vegeta that easy. He again put his hand behind his head, "Heh, sorry about that, Vegeta!"
Vegeta growled as he got up, wiping the blood away from his mouth, "Don't be! It was just a cheep shot!"
No sooner had he said this that he began another furious attacks moment.
Goku smiled to himself from this. He still remembered Trunks, who was to be the son of Vegeta and Bulma. He wanted so bad to tell Vegeta about that, but he knew he could ruin the chance of Trunks being born. And even though the thought of them two together caught him off guard, it seemed perfectly clear. They were both very stubborn people, yet they were also very different in personalities. Then again…they always say opposites attract.
"Kakarot!"
Goku snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Vegeta scream, "What?!"
Vegeta was glaring at him, "Pay more attention to the battle instead of whatever else you are thinking of!"
Goku powered up to nearly Super Saiyan, still smirking, "Whatever you say, Vegeta."
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It wasn't until about six o'clock that night that Vegeta decided to come home…or in other words, Capsule Corp.
He landed in front of the entrance, opening the door then stepping into the kitchen. He heard the TV on in the other room, so he knew Bulma was in there. He would have just gone upstairs to go to bed, but his stomach told him other wise.
He opened up the refrigerator to see it stacked full with food again. But that soon was changed as practically all of it was put on the table and he began eating it all.
It wasn't too long before the show Bulma was watching to end and she shut the TV off, only to hear Vegeta's loud eating noises in the kitchen.
She smiled as she walked towards the room, 'Finally he's home…I want to talk to him.'
Once she got into the kitchen, Vegeta saw her, but tried to ignore her, 'I don't want to see her now.'
Bulma sat down across from him, his pile of food almost gone, "Hey Vegeta, where'd you go today?"
"Training with Kakarot," Vegeta tried to make his answer short as he mumbled through his food.
She nodded, "I kinda figured that, when I didn't see you training in the gravity room or anything. But…you came home pretty early, usually I would imagine—."
"He got hungry and went home," Vegeta said, still stuffing his face.
"That figures," Bulma laughed, "I should have known…sounds like the same old Goku!"
Vegeta didn't respond, just finished eating his food. He stood up and walked towards the stairs, "Yeah well, I'm going to get some sleep now."
"Sleep?!" Bulma squealed, "Don't you think it's a little early? And don't you want to talk?"
He was climbing the steps by now, "I'm going to bed because I'm tired and no, I do not want to talk."
This didn't keep Bulma from still following him up the steps and down the hall, "Why? I want to talk to you about what happened last night…"
Vegeta flinched a little, how'd he know she was going to say that?
"Well, too bad for you because I don't."
"But, Vegeta…it's something serious!" Bulma urged.
Vegeta shook his head, not going into his bedroom, "No it isn't."
Bulma still followed him, "Huh? What do you mean by that?"
Vegeta got angry from her constant urging. He turned around and pressed her against a wall, holding her tightly by the shoulders.
Bulma held her breath, surprised by his sudden movement. She looked into his eyes to see what he was doing.
"Listen woman…last night meant nothing and what little that happened was a huge mistake. And for your sake, you better get over it fast and act like it never happened!" Vegeta did his best to keep his voice low and steady.
Bulma kept opening her mouth and closing it, confused, "Vegeta…what are you talking about? How do you know what happened between me and Yamcha?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "You told me last night! But I wasn't talking about—."
"No, I didn't," Bulma interrupted him, shaking her head, "I never told you last night. I cried myself to sleep after Yamcha left," Bulma paused to think, "maybe…maybe Yamcha told you what happened?"
Vegeta looked at her as if she were the most idiotic person, "No, I never talked to him! Last night, after he left or whatever, I came in your room to ask you—."
Again he was cut off.
"Vegeta, no you didn't. You never came in my room."
He looked at her for awhile more to see if she was just making a joke but found she wasn't. It took him awhile to figure out, but once he did, it made sense. Because he knocked her out, some people had a tendency to forget that last few moments of what happened while they were awake. So that meant…Bulma didn't even remember she kissed him.
Vegeta shook his head and finally let her go, "No…I guess I didn't."
Once Bulma was free, she rubbed her shoulders, 'What was that all about…?'
"Well then…anyway, Yamcha came over asking what he did to make me mad, so I told him…"
As she went on and on about the story he already knew about, he blocked her out and began having his own thoughts.
'Well…that's a relief, now I don't have to make her forget. That's a shame though…she gets to forget and here I am…having to remember that disgusting moment! Then again…if I found it so disgusting…why do I keep on thinking about it? Today, while fighting Kakarot, I know I wasn't giving it all I've got…and I know he knew too. Why do I think about it?! And why do I feel…'
He looked over at her, watching her mouth move from all her talking, but not hearing a single word.
'Why do I feel like I want to hold her and kiss her all over again?'
Vegeta shook that thought out of his head, 'How pathetic! I'm not going to feel these stupid feelings because of one little thing that happened! Especially if the woman doesn't even remember it herself!'
He decided to stop thinking so much, as he heard Bulma start to slow down in her talking. He noticed that tears were streaming down her face, once again getting caught up in her story.
He leaned against the nearest wall, fighting the urge to go over to her and comfort her just like the night before. But she looked so pitiful, just standing in the middle of the room, crying her heart out to…him.
Vegeta growled, hardly able to keep his desire down, "Woman, would you stop your blubbering! There is more to life than being with some weakling and then crying your heart out over a little loss!"
Bulma sniffed a couple of times, drawing in deep breaths. She blushed. She knew Vegeta was right…but it wouldn't hurt him to show a little compassion…just like the dream she had the night before.
She wondered if she should tell him her dream…it would certainly stop her tears, because she knew she would be smiling the whole time.
She walked towards him some, "Then…after I feel asleep, I had a dream…about you," Bulma looked down a little, blushing all over again.
Vegeta looked taken aback from the sudden switch in tone and subject.
Bulma laughed, "In my dream…you came into my room after Yamcha left and wanted to know what happened…I told you and you…you comforted me when I cried. It worked and before I knew it…I was…I was…" she couldn't say it.
"Kissing me?" Vegeta finished her sentence before he thought.
Bulma's head snapped up, as she stared at him in surprise, "Yeah, how'd you…"
As she looked at him…she saw the answer of how he knew in his eyes, "Oh my Kami…that…" she swallowed, "wasn't a dream…was it?"
By now, she was clenching her fists so tight, she felt her nails leaving indents in her palms, 'I know that dream felt real, but I never imagined…'
Vegeta still stood there, not wanting to make a single move. He gave the truth away…but why did it seem like he wanted to?
She was about to smile, but then remembered what Vegeta had told her earlier and a quick playback came to mind:
"Listen woman…last night meant nothing and what little that happened was a huge mistake. And for your sake, you better get over it fast and act like it never happened!"
Bulma gasped, covering her mouth, feeling new tears come to her eyes, 'No! No, no, no! I can't cry again! I should have known that would be his thought on it anyway!'
Before she knew it, she was on her knees on the floor, holding her heart. Two heartbreaks in two days…the heart will be crumbling any second now.
"V-Vegeta, I am s-so sorry…" she managed to choke out, bringing in breath after short breath.
Vegeta stood straight up again, beginning to worry about her. He couldn't just let her sit there! He had to swallow his pride like he did last night, only hold it enough to not let it get any further than settling her down.
He walked over to her and picked her up around her waist, putting her back down on his bed, "Calm down, woman. I don't know what you're getting so upset about."
She quickly tried to dry away her tears with her palms, still feeling her heart beat faster than usual, "Vegeta…don't you…don't you see?"
"See what? You crying?" Vegeta asked, not quiet sure what she was talking about as he sat down beside her.
Bulma shook her head, "No! I mean…" she turned towards him, ready to let him know the truth, "I love you, Vegeta…I really do."
His scowl never left his face, "No you don't, woman, it's just a—."
She moved closer to him, grabbing his hand, "No, Vegeta…it's not just one of those crushes you get after being dumped…I know what it is! I'm old enough to know what love is…and I do love you!"
Bulma never took a break in her talking, she wanted to let Vegeta know all her feelings and she didn't want to get interrupted or lose her nerve.
Vegeta pulled his hand away from hers and was about to stand up, "Woman, I don't want to hear it! You're talking crazy, that's all!"
Before he could go anywhere, she grabbed both sides of his face and had him look at her, "Vegeta…look into my eyes, what do you see?" by the way she said that, it wasn't even a question…more of a plead.
He couldn't help but stare into them and what he saw, scared him. He did see actual love and the thing was…he never knew love, so how did he know what it looked like? He didn't have one single answer, so he shut his eyes and got out of her grasp.
"I don't see anything but pupils and your blue eyes!" he screamed, as he stood up, facing away from her.
"Really, Vegeta?" Bulma's voice was quiet…a way that he had never heard her speak before, "Is that really all you see? Because I can see so much more in your eyes…and that's a hard task to reach, you know."
He crossed his arms, but didn't look back at her, "Woman, I would suggest you leave now before you get me any more angry!"
That was a threat and Bulma knew it. But she wasn't one to give up that's for sure. She got up from the bed and went around him to his front and before she knew what she was doing, she jumped on him, letting his lips meet hers to the fullest.
Vegeta had no choice but to wrap his arms around her, seeing how it seemed like she was hanging on to him for dear life.
But he soon caught himself as he pushed her away enough for her to loose her grip on him, "What that hell do you think you are doing, woman?!"
Bulma did feel like she was going crazy. She had never acted like she did around anyone else, but she couldn't help it.
"Did you feel anything from that kiss, Vegeta?" she asked.
"NO! Woman, I don't know what point you are trying to get across, but it is really annoying me! And if you don't leave now, I will uphold that threat." Vegeta yelled at her.
Bulma took another step towards him, "Vegeta…for the last few nights…it seemed like we told each other a lot about ourselves…you said yourself that you have never trusted anyone like you trusted me…so why can't…" Bulma bit her lip, "why can't you love me?"
He took a threatening step towards her, "Which reason do you want? The fact that I never knew love, so I don't know how to? Or the fact that I just don't love you?"
Bulma felt hurt curse all through her body. She had never heard Vegeta speak in such a menacing tone to her...but why couldn't she bring herself to leave? It would be a lot safer for her.
She would give it one more try, 'And if I die…well…at least I tried.'
Bulma looked to him with pleading eyes, "Vegeta…if you don't feel anything towards me…then push me away one more time."
With that said, she slowly leaned towards him, making the kiss light and gentle.
Vegeta just stood there, bewildered, 'Doesn't this woman ever give up? Doesn't she know that no means no?'
What was he supposed to do? He knew he cared for her like he never cared for anyone else, but…is that love? He knew he always felt as though there were lightening bolts jolting throughout his body all three times she kissed him, but…is that love? He knew Bulma loved him even before she told him, but…is that love? …to know how the other feels? Does she see something inside of him that he has been unable to reach and that's why she wouldn't give up?
Vegeta didn't know the answer to any of these questions, but he did know one thing: If anyone knew what he was doing right then with the woman…he would kill anyone and everyone.
He pushed her close, then slowly pushed her away, but still holding onto her.
"Woman, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into," he said in his usual gruff voice, but this time it was lower.
Bulma nodded, stepping closer to him if it was possible, "I know…and I love it."
Vegeta couldn't believe his actions, as it was he this time, which pulled her towards him.
Then he kissed her.
Bulma was overjoyed, she couldn't help but throw her arms around his neck, making the kiss more and more passionate as they went on.
Before either of them knew it, they were sitting on the bed and Vegeta was pulling away.
"Bulma…I would suggest we stop. You had your few minutes of fun, but we can't be anything more." Vegeta said, not quite sure where that came from.
Bulma tried to search his eyes for some explanation, "Why, Vegeta? We just seem to…"
She stopped shortly when she saw pain in his eyes…the same pain he had the first time they talked…after he had a nightmare.
She gently touched his face, "Vegeta, listen, and listen closely…I know it's very hard for you to show anything that you are feeling…and I accept that. After you told me everything that has happened in your past, it's quite reasonable. I know there are still a lot of things I don't know about you, so I don't know if you've been hurt in the past…but I want to know, and Vegeta…" she paused, feeling her tears well up again, not really from hurt this time though, "I promise I will never hurt you."
Vegeta was amazed at how much she could say in just a few sentences. He felt her grab his hands and hold them as tightly as she could.
"And I promise that I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to." She smiled at him.
Vegeta nodded, "That's a very good reason. I do not, under any circumstances, want any of this to get out…no one will ever know what we do," it wasn't really a request, more like a question.
Bulma's smile widened as she gave him a pure hug, "Whatever you want, Vegeta."
He chuckled a little, before pulling her off him, "I got to take a shower now, I've been training all day."
"Oh…is that what that smell is?" Bulma joked, giggling.
Vegeta glared at her, before walking into his bathroom.
Even though she couldn't see Vegeta anymore, she was still smiling at his bathroom door. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to wipe her wide smile off her face.
She screeched a little out of excitement, kicking her feet then spread her arms up and fell back on his bed. Bulma was so overwhelmed; she couldn't help but laugh as she rolled over on her stomach, breathing in the scent of his bed sheets.
"Mmmm…" she moaned, rubbing her hands over the soft fabric and closing her eyes, "I love you, Vegeta…"
She snuggled her head more into the sheets, feeling cozy, 'Everything will turn our right, I know it now. Yamcha and I will still be friends and Vegeta and I will live happily ever after…I finally got my prince.'
With that thought in mind, she relaxed into a perfect daydream, waiting for Vegeta to get done.
About twenty minutes later, Vegeta walked out of a steaming bathroom, again only in his sweats that he wore to bed.
He walked over to his mirror, a towel wrapped around his neck. He looked at his reflection, but his attention was quickly averted to Bulma, who he saw in the background, sitting up and smiling at him.
"Feel better now?" she asked.
Vegeta couldn't help turn around and smirk at her, his answer for a yes.
Bulma began blushing after he did this. From his strong, bare chest to his semi-wet hair that made it partly down, he was breathtaking.
He took of the towel, throwing it in a basket by the bathroom and climbed into his bed, lying down with his arms behind his head, eyes closed.
He could feel Bulma climbing on the bed towards him, then taking a spot right beside him, her head on his shoulder and her arm around him.
Vegeta chuckled lightly, opening one eye to look down on her, "Comfortable?"
She nodded and began moving her fingers over him, feeling his hard muscles, "Are you still tired?"
"Yes, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep now."
For awhile, Bulma stayed quiet. Then she asked in a soft voice:
"Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"
He was about to say yes automatically, but instead, he sighed and mumbled, "Whatever, woman."
Bulma seemed satisfied with that answer as she moved her head next to his and stoked his face lightly, humming a soothing tune.
Vegeta relaxed immediately and before he knew it, he was asleep.
She smiled and slowly leaned over and kissed him softly on his lips, before resuming her position, resting her hand on his chest, for it to stay there the rest of the night.
Hey all you people! This is my first AN, lol! YAY! Anyway, just wanted to thank all you guys for reviewing my first DBZ story, it means a lot to me. ^_^ I'm sorry if this chapter seemed to go faster than you wanted it to, but I promise that this will not be the end…but there is something, um…sad? I might stop this fanfic for awhile, because see…I'm kinda into Goku/Bulma fics at the present moment and it isn't the easiest thing writing this and thinking that at the same time, ya know? But I'm not positive…I might keep writing this one at the same time, just don't expect an update as fast as the others went, kay? I'm reeeealy sorry. Please R&R!