The Difference between Love and Lust
Note: Dragon Ball Z and it's characters are not mine. I make no money I am actually very broke. So please don't sue me. The only original characters in this fic so far are Love and Lust. Thank you. :
Vegita sat with his elbow on the dinning room table his chin resting on the back of his fist. Staring blankly at the empty chair across from him he tried to sort threw the strangeness of the last couple days. Something was not right he had decided. Perhaps he had hit his head or something he had heard that is what had screwed up Kakkorto after all. "Stupid Baka." he mumbled out of reflex at the though of his annoying advisory.
He didn't remember any head injuries lately but he ran his fingers over his scalp anyway just in case. After all wasn't that the only possible explanation. He could understand why he followed her to her room. He was determine to get a fight out of her even if she though she could avoid it. He could explain that with ease. Never mind that he had felt a strange and painful wrenching in his chest when she had looked at him with those sorrowful blue eyes. He clenched his fist under his chin tighter fighting the urge to allow his thoughts to dwell on those blue eyes. It was thoughts like that one that had kept him up all night. "Defiantly a head injury."
Lust drummed the table with her fingertips staring back at the thoughtful prince. Her own chin rested in her hand as she listened intently to his thoughts. Finally exasperated she threw up her hands. "Oh come on how naive can a blood thirsty killer be?!"
She leaned forward to knock on the princes forehead with her fist lightly. "Hello?! Anyone in there?! Hate to break it to you Veggie-Chan but your in love. L-O-V-E love!! Got that:?!"
The Saynjin only scratched his head absently much to her annoyance. The goddess Collapsed warily into her chair. "You do relies your hopeless don't you. " she grumbled at the man sitting across from her.
It was this way Love found them when she materialized on top of the table. She sat down cross-legged facing Lust leaning forward slowly to rest her chin on her palm the tip of her nose touching her sisters. One of her rare playful smiles touched her lips causing Lust to giggle.
"What are you doing sitting around here. " Love scolded gently lifting her free hand to poke her sister in the nose. "you have work to do. Get going."
"Oh shoot. Sorry" Lust blushed deeply before diapering in a flash red light.
Love shook her head slowly. "She is so flighty." She said to a unaware Vegita.
Still muddling threw his thought Vegita was interrupted by the annoying ring of that thing Bulma spent so much of her time talking into. He frowned. Great this is all he needed. That woman could talk on that thing for hours and forget to feed him. His frown deepened as the phone continued to ring unheeded.
With an annoyed grunt he stood and made his way to the foot of the stairs. "WOMAN!! Get down here and answer you damn ringing thing!!" He listened expecting to hear her storming down the stairs cursing him and reminding him for the thousandth time what her name was. instead he could hear loud music coming from her room. He snorted to himself. No wonder she wouldn't hear the ringing with that kind of racket she was making trying to sing to that sorry human excuse for music.
Storming over to the phone he snatched it up as he had seen Bulma do. "What the hell do you want?" he growled into it.
"Oh.. uh.. Vegita?" The Sajyin frowned recognizing the voice of Bulma's mate Yamcha.
"What do you want?" He growled in annoyance. His free hand clenched into a fist wanting to strangle this man for the pain he had seen in Bulma's eyes last night. His scowl deepened at this sudden intense desire and his anger at the man on the phone grew with his confusion.
"It's Yamcha."
"I knew that you baka. That isn't what I asked you. I asked you what the hell do you want." Vegita's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. In the back of his mind he wondered if maybe it wasn't a head injury. Perhaps instead it was some sort of virus that infected all the people of this planet and somehow he had contracted it as well. It was very obvious this baka was not the swiftest snail in the race.
"Uh.. umm.. is Bulma there?"
Vegita smirked darkly. So the idiot was going to try to get Bulma back huh. He wondered if she would really be that stupid. "She is here."
"Can I talk to her?" Yamcha was sounding annoyed. 'Good' Vegita thought.
"I don't know if she would want to talk to you. But I will check." He purposefully kept the phone near his mouth as he bellowed at the ceiling above him. "WOMAN!! Your weakling mate is on the phone! Oh and make it quick I'm still waiting for my breakfast!!"
He heard her yell back at him from upstairs. Whatever she said was muffled but he could make out a few of the more choice words. "I guess she will speak to you after all." he sneered into the phone. "She will be down in a moment."
"Oh.. thanks.. I guess." Yamcha muttered the annoyance in his voice very obvious now.
"Yamcha.." Vegita's entire being froze as he heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line. "Hurry up and come back to bed."
"Oh Damn. Uhhh Vegita I gotta go. Can you tell Bulma I'm sorry that I took off last night but I ummm.. oh just tell her something okay? Thanks Buddy." The phone made a loud click as Yamcha hung up quickly not even giving Vegita a chance to remind the baka that he was the Prince of all Sayjins not his "buddy".
Vegita stared at the phone for a moment his eyes narrowed to black slits. How dare this man play with Bulma's emotions like this. And he even had the audacity to think Vegita would assist him in this dishonesty. She deserves better he though feeling his rage boiling inside him. All those nights that he had listened to her cry because of that weakling, all that pain he had seen in her eyes. Vegita clenched his fists feeling his ki grow. 'Never again!' Vegita's mind snarled 'I will not allow it!'
He was throughly considering riding the world of the annoyance know as Yamcha when Bulma entered the room. All thoughts of violence where whipped from his mind as he stared in shock at her. She was dressed in a purple silk robe that clung to her still damp body giving no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. The flimsy garment came down to just above her knees reveling a abundant amount of her long legs which were still speckled with small droplets of water that glowed like diamonds on her skin. Around her head was wrapped a white towel worn much in the style of the turban the Namek wore even so a few stray locks of wet hair had escaped to cling to her jaw. Vegita instinctively clenched his jaw to keep from letting his mouth drop open as his eyes wandered over her form.
She looked at the receiver still held forgotten in Vegita's hand. By then it had begun to make an annoying buzzing sound shaking the Prince out of his trance. "Why is it making that horrid nosie?" he grumbled dropping the receiver. It continued to buzz as it spun around on its cord.
"You need to hang it up baka." She sighed bending over to grab the buzzing receiver. Vegita swallowed hard as the robe hiked up giving him even more of a view of her legs. "I though you said that it was Yamcha?" she continued hanging up the phone unaware of Vegita's discomfort.
"I did." He looked away as her eyes meat his. He could see the hope in them and knew that what he was going to tell her was going to bring her more pain. Damn that scare faced baka for getting him into this situation. He took a deep breath and continued. "I told him you where coming to the phone but the woman he was with was not patient enough to wait for him to make his excuses with you."
Vegita glanced over at her face to see how she was taking this news. His chest tightened as he saw a first tear break over her lashes and slip down her cheek. Unconsciously he reached out and brushed it gentaly away. "He even had the audacity to ask me to make an excuse for him. I will not." He lifted his chin proudly.
He stood there in silence for a eternal moment staring at the wall before him. Vegita didn't know what he was standing there beside her but he knew he could not leave. He tried to tell himself that he was waiting for his breakfast but something in him knew that it was for something else. Finally a painful sob broke the silence as Bulma began to cry. He put out his hand and caught her arm as she swayed under the wight of her sorrow. In her pain she turned to him and buried her face into his chest her tears wetting his shirt.
Every muscle in his body stiffed in shock as she cling to him desperately each sob causing her whole body to shudder against him. He could feel her swaying on her feet and put an arm around her waist to keep her from falling. To his surprise she except his support entrusting herself completely to his strength without his partial embrace she would slip to the floor in a pitiful pile.
A memory struck him of finding her asleep on her floor. "Oh no not again." he sighed rolling his eyes. 'Never again.' he though angry. 'Never'. Slowly he sunk to his knees on the cold tiles of the floor letting her slip into his lap as she snuggled closer. He wondered at how quickly she could forget who it was that she was attempting to cuddle with. Was her pain that great? Or was there something else even more powerful driving her to seek out comfort even from him. Loneliness perhaps?
Slowly her sobs began to quite till the only sound she made was a soft strange half sob half hiccup. Reaching down Vegita gently lifted her chin. Her tear drenched face was strangely peaceful and besides the strange hiccup-up sobs her breathing was deep and rhythmic. "Just as I though." he smirked Asleep again."
Carefully gathering her into his arms he stood. Being sure not to wake her he carried her up to her room and placed her into her bed. He scolded her gently as he tucked her into bed. "Next time you are stupid enough to fall asleep on the floor I will let you stay there and get sick."
To his surprise she stirred and slowly opened her eyes. "Vegita?" He stopped and looked down at her. Slowly a soft smile touched her lips as her eyes closed again.
Turning away Vegita shook his head. "Humans and their weak emotions."
Note: oohhh my next fic will have two versions. citrus and leamon. :
Note: Dragon Ball Z and it's characters are not mine. I make no money I am actually very broke. So please don't sue me. The only original characters in this fic so far are Love and Lust. Thank you. :
Vegita sat with his elbow on the dinning room table his chin resting on the back of his fist. Staring blankly at the empty chair across from him he tried to sort threw the strangeness of the last couple days. Something was not right he had decided. Perhaps he had hit his head or something he had heard that is what had screwed up Kakkorto after all. "Stupid Baka." he mumbled out of reflex at the though of his annoying advisory.
He didn't remember any head injuries lately but he ran his fingers over his scalp anyway just in case. After all wasn't that the only possible explanation. He could understand why he followed her to her room. He was determine to get a fight out of her even if she though she could avoid it. He could explain that with ease. Never mind that he had felt a strange and painful wrenching in his chest when she had looked at him with those sorrowful blue eyes. He clenched his fist under his chin tighter fighting the urge to allow his thoughts to dwell on those blue eyes. It was thoughts like that one that had kept him up all night. "Defiantly a head injury."
Lust drummed the table with her fingertips staring back at the thoughtful prince. Her own chin rested in her hand as she listened intently to his thoughts. Finally exasperated she threw up her hands. "Oh come on how naive can a blood thirsty killer be?!"
She leaned forward to knock on the princes forehead with her fist lightly. "Hello?! Anyone in there?! Hate to break it to you Veggie-Chan but your in love. L-O-V-E love!! Got that:?!"
The Saynjin only scratched his head absently much to her annoyance. The goddess Collapsed warily into her chair. "You do relies your hopeless don't you. " she grumbled at the man sitting across from her.
It was this way Love found them when she materialized on top of the table. She sat down cross-legged facing Lust leaning forward slowly to rest her chin on her palm the tip of her nose touching her sisters. One of her rare playful smiles touched her lips causing Lust to giggle.
"What are you doing sitting around here. " Love scolded gently lifting her free hand to poke her sister in the nose. "you have work to do. Get going."
"Oh shoot. Sorry" Lust blushed deeply before diapering in a flash red light.
Love shook her head slowly. "She is so flighty." She said to a unaware Vegita.
Still muddling threw his thought Vegita was interrupted by the annoying ring of that thing Bulma spent so much of her time talking into. He frowned. Great this is all he needed. That woman could talk on that thing for hours and forget to feed him. His frown deepened as the phone continued to ring unheeded.
With an annoyed grunt he stood and made his way to the foot of the stairs. "WOMAN!! Get down here and answer you damn ringing thing!!" He listened expecting to hear her storming down the stairs cursing him and reminding him for the thousandth time what her name was. instead he could hear loud music coming from her room. He snorted to himself. No wonder she wouldn't hear the ringing with that kind of racket she was making trying to sing to that sorry human excuse for music.
Storming over to the phone he snatched it up as he had seen Bulma do. "What the hell do you want?" he growled into it.
"Oh.. uh.. Vegita?" The Sajyin frowned recognizing the voice of Bulma's mate Yamcha.
"What do you want?" He growled in annoyance. His free hand clenched into a fist wanting to strangle this man for the pain he had seen in Bulma's eyes last night. His scowl deepened at this sudden intense desire and his anger at the man on the phone grew with his confusion.
"It's Yamcha."
"I knew that you baka. That isn't what I asked you. I asked you what the hell do you want." Vegita's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. In the back of his mind he wondered if maybe it wasn't a head injury. Perhaps instead it was some sort of virus that infected all the people of this planet and somehow he had contracted it as well. It was very obvious this baka was not the swiftest snail in the race.
"Uh.. umm.. is Bulma there?"
Vegita smirked darkly. So the idiot was going to try to get Bulma back huh. He wondered if she would really be that stupid. "She is here."
"Can I talk to her?" Yamcha was sounding annoyed. 'Good' Vegita thought.
"I don't know if she would want to talk to you. But I will check." He purposefully kept the phone near his mouth as he bellowed at the ceiling above him. "WOMAN!! Your weakling mate is on the phone! Oh and make it quick I'm still waiting for my breakfast!!"
He heard her yell back at him from upstairs. Whatever she said was muffled but he could make out a few of the more choice words. "I guess she will speak to you after all." he sneered into the phone. "She will be down in a moment."
"Oh.. thanks.. I guess." Yamcha muttered the annoyance in his voice very obvious now.
"Yamcha.." Vegita's entire being froze as he heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line. "Hurry up and come back to bed."
"Oh Damn. Uhhh Vegita I gotta go. Can you tell Bulma I'm sorry that I took off last night but I ummm.. oh just tell her something okay? Thanks Buddy." The phone made a loud click as Yamcha hung up quickly not even giving Vegita a chance to remind the baka that he was the Prince of all Sayjins not his "buddy".
Vegita stared at the phone for a moment his eyes narrowed to black slits. How dare this man play with Bulma's emotions like this. And he even had the audacity to think Vegita would assist him in this dishonesty. She deserves better he though feeling his rage boiling inside him. All those nights that he had listened to her cry because of that weakling, all that pain he had seen in her eyes. Vegita clenched his fists feeling his ki grow. 'Never again!' Vegita's mind snarled 'I will not allow it!'
He was throughly considering riding the world of the annoyance know as Yamcha when Bulma entered the room. All thoughts of violence where whipped from his mind as he stared in shock at her. She was dressed in a purple silk robe that clung to her still damp body giving no doubt that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. The flimsy garment came down to just above her knees reveling a abundant amount of her long legs which were still speckled with small droplets of water that glowed like diamonds on her skin. Around her head was wrapped a white towel worn much in the style of the turban the Namek wore even so a few stray locks of wet hair had escaped to cling to her jaw. Vegita instinctively clenched his jaw to keep from letting his mouth drop open as his eyes wandered over her form.
She looked at the receiver still held forgotten in Vegita's hand. By then it had begun to make an annoying buzzing sound shaking the Prince out of his trance. "Why is it making that horrid nosie?" he grumbled dropping the receiver. It continued to buzz as it spun around on its cord.
"You need to hang it up baka." She sighed bending over to grab the buzzing receiver. Vegita swallowed hard as the robe hiked up giving him even more of a view of her legs. "I though you said that it was Yamcha?" she continued hanging up the phone unaware of Vegita's discomfort.
"I did." He looked away as her eyes meat his. He could see the hope in them and knew that what he was going to tell her was going to bring her more pain. Damn that scare faced baka for getting him into this situation. He took a deep breath and continued. "I told him you where coming to the phone but the woman he was with was not patient enough to wait for him to make his excuses with you."
Vegita glanced over at her face to see how she was taking this news. His chest tightened as he saw a first tear break over her lashes and slip down her cheek. Unconsciously he reached out and brushed it gentaly away. "He even had the audacity to ask me to make an excuse for him. I will not." He lifted his chin proudly.
He stood there in silence for a eternal moment staring at the wall before him. Vegita didn't know what he was standing there beside her but he knew he could not leave. He tried to tell himself that he was waiting for his breakfast but something in him knew that it was for something else. Finally a painful sob broke the silence as Bulma began to cry. He put out his hand and caught her arm as she swayed under the wight of her sorrow. In her pain she turned to him and buried her face into his chest her tears wetting his shirt.
Every muscle in his body stiffed in shock as she cling to him desperately each sob causing her whole body to shudder against him. He could feel her swaying on her feet and put an arm around her waist to keep her from falling. To his surprise she except his support entrusting herself completely to his strength without his partial embrace she would slip to the floor in a pitiful pile.
A memory struck him of finding her asleep on her floor. "Oh no not again." he sighed rolling his eyes. 'Never again.' he though angry. 'Never'. Slowly he sunk to his knees on the cold tiles of the floor letting her slip into his lap as she snuggled closer. He wondered at how quickly she could forget who it was that she was attempting to cuddle with. Was her pain that great? Or was there something else even more powerful driving her to seek out comfort even from him. Loneliness perhaps?
Slowly her sobs began to quite till the only sound she made was a soft strange half sob half hiccup. Reaching down Vegita gently lifted her chin. Her tear drenched face was strangely peaceful and besides the strange hiccup-up sobs her breathing was deep and rhythmic. "Just as I though." he smirked Asleep again."
Carefully gathering her into his arms he stood. Being sure not to wake her he carried her up to her room and placed her into her bed. He scolded her gently as he tucked her into bed. "Next time you are stupid enough to fall asleep on the floor I will let you stay there and get sick."
To his surprise she stirred and slowly opened her eyes. "Vegita?" He stopped and looked down at her. Slowly a soft smile touched her lips as her eyes closed again.
Turning away Vegita shook his head. "Humans and their weak emotions."
Note: oohhh my next fic will have two versions. citrus and leamon. :