By: Mattel
Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's Notes: Well, this was kinda 'delayed' whatcha think? *LoL* anyway, sorry.. I'm just resting from B/V fictions, but don't worry, B/V's still my favorite couple, they're just sooo.. cute.. ^^;;
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Gift
of Words - Chapter Four
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It's been three days since Yamcha proposed to her. She still couldn't believe that he practically suggested to be tied down, with her! She was somewhat flattered since she knew that Yamcha has that 'girl phobia' when he was young, and now, he wanted to get married... and the happiest part of it was.. he wanted to get married with her!
She don't know what to say or think, she knew that this was what she really wanted, but then, something inside her.. hidden inside her heart, it was somewhat yelling that it's not. That she doesn't love him like *that*. Sure, she do wants to spend her life with him, but not by being husband and wife.. she groaned. She doesn't understand any of these but she knew that she love him, she wasn't just sure what kind of love she's feeling for him, but then, she knew even though she don't love him *that* way, that doesn't mean she couldn't love him. She knew her answer. She needed to see him. Now.
Bulma stood up from her bed and quickly put on a decent pants and shirt, she didn't bother to put on a drop-dead sexy dress, since she doesn't have time, and she don't want to change her mind right now. She quickly made her way downstairs and popped a capsule car and drove away on it.
The angry waves and flashes of wind on her face seems to calm down her racing nerves. The wind continued to ruffle her hair, she then turned on the radio.. just to make noise and for her not to hear her thumping heart, after a few seconds she would be engaged and tied with one man.
She listened eagerly at the sound, then after a while catching to it's rhythm. After sometime, she finally saw Yamcha's apartment.. she licked her dry lips and hopped out of the car then re-encapsulizing it. She made her way to the front porch, she straightened her hair and shirt, and began knocking.
After a series of knocking the door opened up and there stood a ragged Yamcha, Bulma instinctively threw herself to her boyfriend. Yamcha laughed while putting his arms around her slender waist, "Hey babe, what's up?," he asked as Bulma let go of his neck and stared at his eyes.
Bulma smiled at him, "Well Yamcha, you're hooked with me, my answer is yes..," she told him as she pressed her lips on his, savoring its taste and texture.
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Vegeta was practically living inside the gravity room ever since Bulma collapsed at the front porch. He sleep there, eat there and train there. It's not like there's something outside the Gravity Room worth going out for. He started to make series of punches, flying kicks and acrobatic exercises when a flash of blue flashed at the corner of his eyes, directly from the Gravity Room window.
He took a peek, it was Bulma.
"Well, it's not like I know another person with a blue hair," he grumbled as he watched her popped a capsule car and drove off. A heavy wave of sadness took over his stomach, and suddenly he wasn't very hungry, like he was a while ago.
"DAMN! WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME?!," he yelled, completely sure that no one would hear him. He doesn't understand any of it. His obsession over Bulma, this creeping sadness, this jealousy...
"TO HELL WITH YOU ALL~!," he yelled some more, doing a faster routine of punches and kicks. The training robots encircling him, like a predator to its own prey, he looked around him widely and blasted a ki-blast which ,he doesn't know, was pretty strong and with the kind of gravity he's been practicing with, to be specified it's 700g, that blast would surely destroy the gravity room and probably blast it off to hell... with Vegeta inside it.
Vegeta paid no heed to it, it's not like he really cares about that.. he just concentrated on preventing the ki-blast hit himself, he just continued dodging. Until a sudden cramp that developed on his ankle made itself know, Vegeta hit the ground. He cursed himself for being so dumb. When he was fussing over his cramped ankle the blast made its way to him, and it's too late for Vegeta to protect himself. It was practically rocketing towards him.
Then there was a large explosion, and the bad thing about it, Bulma's parents were abroad and Bulma was with Yamcha. Vegeta was left alone.
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"Huh?," Bulma snapped back to reality. She'd just disengaged herself from her and Yamcha's make-out session. She could just feel something bad gnawing on her insides. She just couldn't point a finger at it, all she knew it was something bad.
"What up with you babe?," Yamcha purred on her ear, his arms snaking back towards her waist rubbing her stomach. Bulma made a purring sound in response, she just love it when Yamcha do that.
Suddenly, Bulma's pulse skipped and was now racing, as if she's been running miles, something was *definitely* up. She quickly turned around and pressed her lips on Yamcha's for a brief second and ran outside his apartment but not after murmuring, "I remember something I needed to do, something very important and it's due would be tomorrow,"
At that she popped out her capsule car and raced home. Creating chaos everywhere since she doesn't stop on traffic lights or stayed on the right lane, but it's not what mattered to her, she NEEDED to get home, this instant.
She knew inside her that something horrible happened, something that she could just *die* from. What was it?
This thought came running and skipping all around her mind, teasing.. taunting her until she screamed.
"DAMN YOU!," she yelled as she swerved to the right lane and to the left, skirts and baskets flying everywhere. But she didn't paid them any attention, until she saw the roof of CC building.
It was when she neared CC that she noticed that there's a faint trace of smoke from the backyard.
'VEGETA!' her mind screamed as she hopped out of the car not bothering to re-encapsulize it, she just ran towards their backyard, tears dropping unconsciously on her cheeks. She could almost *feel* his pulse fainting into small and shallow thumps. Her heart raced and it seems that it would jump from her rib cage anytime.
She then reached the backyard and saw the destruction, everything was in rubbles, she ran towards it, yelling Vegeta's name over and over again. She dug into the rubble using her hands, not caring that the rubbles were cutting her palms.. she just needed to get Vegeta out of there.
A sudden movement of some rubble caught her attention and she dug on it. After a series of digging through the rubbles she saw his arm. A panic jolted on her being and began digging more harder, her hands began throbbing since it was obviously full of cuts and bruises.
After what seems an hour to Bulma, in reality it's only 10 minutes, Bulma stared at Vegeta's features, it was bloodied and all bruised, a rush of adrenaline rushed through her veins and she draped Vegeta's left arm on her neck and she put her right arm right on his waist and dragged him inside Capsule Corp.
It was harder than she had thought it would be, even though with the help of her adrenaline, she still struggled dragging Vegeta to his room, and when she finally did, she quickly rolled Vegeta on his own bed and she started to call the nearest medic available. Since she's still in the middle of her construction for his rejuvenation tank, and it still couldn't be used.
She hefted up his wrist and started to feel his pulse, it was still there but it was still faint and feels like faraway. It was then the medics came and Bulma rushed downstairs to usher them in to Vegeta's room.
After seeing the bloodied form of Vegeta the medics started to strap some machines and oxygen on him, Bulma was sickened.. she hadn't expected this to happen.. and most of all, to *him*. She took a chair just beside the door and observed the medics while working on Vegeta.
After some time, it seems like Vegeta's state was now stable and he was now breathing evenly, just like he was sleeping, Bulma sighed in relief. She turned towards the head of the medics, "Is he going to be all right?," she asked, worry and concern clearly written on her face.
The doctor just nodded and Bulma felt an urge to hug the doctor which she did, the young doctor just blushed and looked down. Bulma just chuckled cheekily and let go murmuring a 'sorry' phrase along the way.
The doctor then turned to Bulma and gave her some instructions on how to take care of him and what antibiotics to give him, Bulma just listened eagerly, nodding at the parts where she must be nodding. After explaining the medics bid her goodbye but not after Bulma issuing them checks for their payment. She even added some tip which made the medics very happy.
After their departure, Bulma raced upstairs and checked on Vegeta. She pulled on a chair and seated herself beside his bed.
She sat there staring at his bruised face, "Well.. you sure have a knack of getting into trouble..," she murmured at him. She reached out to smoothen his hair like a mother, she marveled on how smooth it was and how rich. She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't see her doing that to him, since he was unconscious after all.
She stood up and rummaged on his cabinet and found a think blanket which she draped lazily on his buff features. She smoothen every bit of it, feeling Vegeta's muscles underneath it.
'What am I doing?,' she asked herself, she could be worse than Master Roshi, here she was *feeling* Vegeta's features for Kami's sake!, she then took her hand off him as if she'd been burned and walked around the bed then settled beside him, seated at her chair. She stared at him again, noting the change of his facial features, his usual scowl was wiped off its face and she was glad to see his face without it for the first time.
She crouched and rested her hands below her chin, still looking at Vegeta's sleeping form. She couldn't believe how vulnerable he looks for her. Sleeping does make big difference to one's look... and she thinks that she prefer the sleeping Vegeta than that of the conscious one.
Then she remembered she still needed to prepare dinner for both of them, she doesn't have any plans of starving themselves to death, she quickly stole one glance back at him. She then felt mesmerized and entranced by his features that she gave in to her urges just this time and kissed Vegeta on the forehead, "Sleep tight," she murmured against it.
She was about to get away from him when a hand pulled her wrist back to the bed, and she came face to face with Vegeta's coal-black eyes.
"Oops," she said, freezing on her current position.
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end of part four ..
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to be continued ...
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Author's Notes: Well, that was it~!.. ^^;; hope you liked it, though.. well, don't forget to comment because I have to go and eat dinner~!
Ja
minna-chan.