Then He Kissed Her
VIII.
"I thought you weren't going to show up."
"Yeah, well…I thought about not coming."
The woman nodded, "I kind of figured on that. But you did come and I'm glad for that. I want to talk to you."
The man tried to smile, but once he looked down at the steaming pizza, a grin took over his face, "Right, but can we talk after I eat? I'm famished!"
Bulma giggled as Yamcha picked up a piece of the pie and bit into it, "How about we talk during our eating."
He just shrugged, so Bulma took that as a go ahead. She picked up a slice and was about to bite at the tip, but dropped it on her plate instead.
"Yamcha, I'm really sorry about what happened the other night," she began, looking across the table at him as, she noticed, he tried to ignore eye contact. "I just…had no idea what you were doing, so I was upset and I started talking to Vegeta and—."
"I don't want to talk about him," Yamcha said from behind the pizza.
Bulma sighed at getting interrupted. She always hated when people interrupted her, but she held down her insult at him, since she didn't want to make him leave and it seemed hard to make him stay as it was.
"I know, but don't you see…our relationship was going down hill. There was really no more love there. Maybe it was just never meant to be, I don't know. And even though I really don't want to say this in front of you…"
Yamcha mumbled quietly, "Then don't."
She tried her best to ignore that, "I really love Vegeta now and I'm pretty sure he loves m—."
Once again, he cut her off, "He doesn't love you, Bulma! He's a cold and heartless warrior! Those kinds of people don't even know what love means, let alone being in a relationship with love! Next thing you know, he's gonna rape you and it's gonna hurt like hell, let me tell you, Bulma! And it will be all because you—."
"Yamcha, would you just shut up for one minute?!" Bulma yelled, getting impatient with his babbling. She looked around at the rest of the restaurant and, sure enough, everyone was looking and listening to them, finding the conversation quite intriguing. But once they all saw Bulma glare at them, they turned back to their own business.
Bulma turned back to Yamcha and her eyebrows raised back into a soft look, "Look, Vegeta may have been…not so great in the past, but I know for a fact that he will not hurt me."
"Oh yeah? And how exactly is that known?" Yamcha spat.
She sighed again and shook her head, "After what I said to him today and he didn't do one thing to me…I just know."
Yamcha snorted and laughed almost evilly, "And in the end, you end up hurting him! Wow, what a soap opera this is."
Bulma looked hurt, "It isn't funny, Yamcha…he trusted me with the things he's told me, and even though I haven't told anyone, it still wasn't right of me to…throw it back in his face like that."
He shook his head and took a big bite of his pizza, "It seems like you don't know him too well, Bulma. He's been hurt so many times in the past—."
"Will you say his name already?! You're acting like saying his name is a curse!" Bulma yelled, crossing her arms stubbornly from across the table.
"Maybe I think it is! Some people have different viewpoints, you know! Anyway, like I was saying, Vegeta's," Yamcha acted like it was the hardest thing to say, "has been hurt so many times in the past, I doubt one little insult from 'a puny female weakling' such as yourself is going to bother him," he mocked him.
Bulma couldn't control her anger anymore as she pounded her fist on the table, making some of their pop spill, "You bastard, stop talking like that about Vegeta! You have no clue about what happened to him in his past and you will never know, nor will you ever see a future if you keep talking like a maniac!"
Yamcha blinked twice at her, surprised she snapped at him like that. Sure, she had her moments when it seemed like the whole world was coming to an end so she blamed it on him, but she never called him…that!
He looked down at the pizza, which didn't have the oh-so-great effect it did when he first saw it. He could still feel Bulma giving him a death glare and he shifted a little in his seat.
"I'm sorry, Bulma…" he said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear and make her eyes snap open in surprise, "I shouldn't have made an outburst like that, it's just…" he faded off.
"Just what?" Bulma asked softly after he didn't so on.
"Just…" Yamcha tried to search his mind for the right way to put it, "Umm…let's just say that since we've been together for so long and all of a sudden we're not…I can't help worrying about you. And…" he paused again and Bulma was about to tell him to go on before he interrupted, "and I still love you."
Bulma was somehow expecting that said from him, so she didn't look at all shocked, but she titled her lip up a little in flattery, "Yamcha, did you ever hear the saying 'if you love someone, you got to let them go'? Well, do just that. It's best for me—us—both of us if we agree to just be friends."
Yamcha nodded slowly, "I know…but it's gonna be so hard, ya know?"
Bulma mimicked him in nodding, "Yes, I agree…"
They got quiet after that. Yamcha leaned forward, getting his straw out of his pop, putting it in his mouth, and blowing little sprits of pop and air at her playfully.
She laughed, "Hey!"
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Around ten that night, Bulma arrived back at Capsule Corp., humming a soft tune, happy she made up with Yamcha and they were good friends. She went into the kitchen to get something to drink, feeling thirsty all over again.
She clicked on the light and what she saw…or rather didn't see…amazed her.
All the food she made earlier was gone. Someone came in and ate everything, the only thing they left behind was a bunch of dirty dishes.
Bulma smiled widely to herself, "He came back!" she said excitedly before exiting this room, not caring about her drink anymore. She hopped up the steps and down the hall. Bulma stopped at his door and put her ear against it, wondering if he was in there. Sure enough, she heard him shuffling around on the bed.
Her smile grew wider, but quickly faded as she remembered she still had to apologize…and apologize well!
She sucked in a deep breath, gathering up her courage. Bulma clamped her fist together, about to knock on the door, but didn't have time, considering the man on the other side opened the door himself.
"Go away, woman," Vegeta said quite calmly, already closing the door on her.
"No wait, Vegeta, let me in, please?" she asked, squeezing herself between the door and the wall, making it impossible for him to close the door…okay, well maybe not impossible, but he didn't shut it anyway.
But he did scowl at her, "No! I told you to go away, now go!"
Bulma didn't respond, except making a throaty grunt while pushing herself into his room, just in time to get out of the way of him slamming the door shut.
He spun around and grabbed her wrist, "Woman, I would suggest you not make me mad, especially right now! I am not in the best of moods and—."
"And it's all because of me!" Bulma suddenly screamed, taking the pain as he held on tightly to her wrist, "I said something that I didn't mean at all during that stupid fight of ours! I know that hurt you Vegeta, no matter how much you deny it!"
Vegeta continued to glare at her, his expression remaining emotionless.
Bulma took in a deep breath again and let it out slowly, only to hear her throat crack, "And I'm very—."
"Don't say sorry!" Vegeta yelled from rage, throwing her wrist back to her, "Why must you insist on saying sorry?! That word means nothing to me! I never heard it once in my life and I don't expect to hear it now!"
Bulma bit her lip and her eyes watered up as she watched him, "Vegeta…"
"And don't start crying either! Crying is useless and it gets you nowhere! All it does is lead to more pain, I thought you would've known that by now, woman! Neither apologies nor crying gets you where you want to be! You got to be tough and—."
During his lecture to her, her eyes have long since dried as she stared at him with fire in her azure eyes. Before he could say another word, she practically dived at him and pressed his back against the wall, also pressing herself against him and kissing him roughly.
Vegeta's eyes widened, not so much because of her action, but because of her being able to push him against the wall with hardly any effort at all. He soon put that thought in the back of his mind, though, as he closed his eyes and kissed her back, making the kiss all the more rougher. After moments of extreme passion and touching, Bulma pulled her head back, both of them hearing the others fast breaths.
"So…" Bulma moaned, pressing her lips to his, hard, once again, but pulling back immediately, "you don't want a sensitive girl?" she nipped at his chin, causing him to grunt almost inaudibly, "Fine!"
She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him more to her, once again, to his amazement. She made him look her straight in the eye, licking his bottom lip before going on, "How about a seductive woman?"
Vegeta smirked as she continued to nip playfully all over his neck and shoulders, "Mm, just what I've always wanted."
Bulma gave a throaty laugh and shivered momentarily as his hands traveled up her front side, over her shoulders, then down her back.
"But let me show you the right way to do this," he said before lowering her shirt to expose her right shoulder and quickly biting her deeply.
She gasped loudly, letting out a shaky moan as he began lapping up the blood that he spilled. For some odd reason to her, it was about the most pleasurable gesture he ever did to her, and she couldn't help but shiver all over and gasp once again.
"Vegeta!" she yelled, gripping to his shoulders as the pain from the wound and the pleasure from the licking washed over her.
Hearing his name, he snapped out of his trance and pushed her away from him. It took her a moment to realize what he did and when she came back to reality, she looked at him strange, seeing the beyond shocked expression on his face.
"What? What is it, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, rubbing her shoulder a little, since all the good feelings left it.
Vegeta shook his head in un-conscience, staring at the mark left on her right shoulder by him, "What the hell have I done…" he said more to himself.
Bulma switched her weight over to her other foot, a little agitated that he wouldn't tell her whatever it was that he did, "Vegeta…what did you do?"
He moved his eyes to hers, seeing how confused she was. He quickly looked away, however, averting his attention back to his bed, to where he walked over.
"You know…technically, I'm still supposed to be enraged with you…" Vegeta said, his back still towards her.
Bulma moved softly across the carpet and to his side, "But you're not…right?"
Vegeta looked at her from the corner of his eye and gave his evil smirk and a snort, "I never drop grudges, woman."
Bulma stared at him for awhile before putting her hands on her hip and getting in front of his face, "Hey! You said you didn't wanna hear sorry, so what else am I supposed to do to make it up to you?!"
"Exactly what you're doing now," Vegeta turned towards her.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, "What? …Yelling at you?"
He nodded and grinned, "Yes, it gets my blood boiling and I like that."
She turned away from him, trying to comprehend what he just said. Bulma turned right back to him, blinked, then chuckled, "You are one strange man Vegeta, you know that?"
Once again, he nodded before climbing into his bed and underneath the covers, letting out a loud sigh, "Whatever."
Bulma also gave a loud sigh and repeated him, mocking him playfully. He heard her giggle before running across the room, turning off the light, running back over to the bed, and jumping in, getting covered up too.
Since Vegeta was facing away from her, she didn't see how wide his eyes were as she shifted the bed roughly and continuously, never seeming to get comfortable.
"Are you doing that purposely?" he asked after awhile, getting aggravated she wouldn't stay still.
She laughed and said in her most innocent voice, "Maybe…"
Vegeta sighed and closed his eyes, "Well don't."
They both got quiet and Vegeta was sure enjoying it, but of course…she would be the one to break the silence.
"Vegeta?"
Vegeta growled low in his throat and gripped the bed sheets to keep from flipping out on her, "What?!"
"I was wondering…can I borrow some of your clothes? The ones I'm wearing now aren't really that comfortable to sleep in," she explained, making the bed shift once again, proving that she was very uncomfortable.
He didn't want her to bother him any longer, so instead of asking why she couldn't wear her own nightclothes, he sighed as loudly as he could, "Second drawer."
Bulma hopped out of bed, opening the drawer and pulling out a pair of his boxers, along with a loose tee shirt, stripped, then put them on. She jumped back into bed and finally felt relieved.
"Better?" he couldn't help but ask her.
"Mm-hmm! Much," she responded, sinking her head deep into the pillow.
"Great," he mumbled, sounding like he didn't care, but, truth be told, he felt himself grinning.
A few moments passed and he finally thought she got to sleep when, of course, she broke the silence again.
"Vegeta?"
Veja vu, no?
"What it is now, woman?!" he screamed into the pillow, wanting to get to sleep.
Bulma didn't seem to notice his tone of voice, for she averted to her side, wrapping her arm around his waist and resting her head next to his shoulder.
"I'm glad you forgive me," she whispered close to his ear, "I thought I lost you already…"
Vegeta was quiet again, not exactly sure how to respond to that. Then again, he wondered if she even expected a response. After all, Bulma should be used to talking to a wall, her words usually senseless to him. Well…he would probably never really admit it, but he found anything she ever said interesting. Maybe it was her, or maybe because the things she talked about were just that amusing. He would put his guess on the first one, for he knew that if anyone else talked about the stuff she did, he would either kill them or fall asleep.
"I wouldn't have it…" Vegeta mumbled into his pillow, practically unaware that he did.
Bulma lowered her eyebrows, not quite sure about what he said, "What does that mean?"
Then, Vegeta did something Bulma would hardly expect him to…he rolled over to face her. Sure, it was a small gesture, but it was one, nonetheless, and it was from Vegeta, the King of all Stubborn People.
"It means…" he paused, thinking everything over before he decided to say what was on his mind, "it means that you don't deserve to lose something…anything for that much. And don't start having a big head because I said that to you!"
Bulma giggled, but shut up to listen.
"I had to deal with loss all my life…everything I ever cared about…gone. And as cold as some…as all…people think I am, I would never wish that upon someone else," Vegeta admitted, looking through her eyes the whole time.
Through the dark, he saw her smile and it brought a grin to his own face. Bulma leaned forward and kissed him lightly, pulling back with her eyes still closed. This was enough to let Vegeta know that he made her happy from his words. He slowly put an arm around her, hugging her closer, feeling her soft breath against his chest.
Vegeta slid his hand down her back, but stopped shortly after reaching the front of her hip.
'What the…' he began to himself, feeling harder as he moved his hand around to her lower abdomen.
His eyes grew wide for the second time that night as he was caught with the surprise of his life from feeling the faint ki growing inside of Bulma.
"Oh no…" he said quietly, looking into the face of the sleeping woman.
Hello everyone! I'm back with chapter 8, yea! And do you people really think I would break up Bulma and Vegeta? Pch! Like…yah right! Anyhoo, hope this chapter was something you expected, I didn't work as hard on it as some of the other chapters. =/ Hope it doesn't show. So, ya know the drill! Please review and tell me if you like. BTW: If you want added to my update list to know when this story is updated, please tell me in your review (with your e-mail handy) or e-mail me at MajinLaunchVBLT@aol.com. All right? Cool! Ja ne all!