The Difference between Love and Lust part 7
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters. I am not making any money off this fic.
Note: Well chapter 7 is done! This fic is getting quite long. I never expected it to be such an undertaking. Oh well as long as you guys are still enjoying it. : As always thank you again for all you reviews!!
*I refer to Puar as a female even though I have heard some people say that it is a he. Most people call it a she so I will go with them. If anyone knows what sex Paur is, let me know and I will change the fic. Thanks. :
He lay staring at the ceiling gasping softly for breath. A drop of sweat rolled across his brow and he lifted his hand to brush it away only to find the limb shaking. "What the hell is wrong with me!!"
Vegita leapt from his bed unaware of how his legs where tangled tightly into the sheets from his restless tossing during the night. He stumbled on one foot for a second trying to wrench his other free quickly losing his balance. Landing with a loud thud he lay on the floor the bed sheets landing on top of him in a twisted pile.
Bulma looked up at the ceiling her hand paused in the middle of setting Vegita's place at the table. "What is he up to?" She mumbled a frown of concern settling on her face. Setting down the plate she decided she had better go find out in case her Saiyajin quest was doing damage to her house.
Making her way up the stairs she stood outside his door a warm flush coming to her cheeks as she though of the dream she had last night. "Cut it out Bulma" She scolder herself under her breath. "Like Vegita will know what you dreamed."
Sighing she tapped softly on his door. When she didn't get an answer to her knock, she slowly opened the door and slipped in. "Vegita?" She called softly looking about the room.
It was a mess as usual. Tattered pieces of clothing and broken armor laying about all over the place. The coverings to his bed lay on the floor in a heap leaving the mattress bare. His single chair had been turned over on its back and left sitting against the wall. The desk against one wall was cluttered with strange odds and ends that he had swiped from the house including Yamcha's set of keys to Capsule Corp. Bulma raised a brow when she saw these wondering how Vegita had gotten a hold of them.
Suddenly her eyes returned to the pile of bedclothes. She could have sworn they moved. "Vegita?" She took a timid step toward the white heap.
A soft moan came from the twisted pile causing Bulma to kneel beside it. Reaching out slowly to lift a corner of one of the sheets. She put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing as she stared at an entangled well-muscled leg. "Vegita what happened?"
"Shut up Woman and get me out of this thing." He growled in annoyance the sheets moving as he struggled a little to get free.
Bulma laughed softly pulling away the blanket trying to find his head. "Will you sit still. I can't get you untangled if you keep wiggling around."
Vegita snorted at her words. "The Prince of Saiyajin's dose not 'wiggle'"
"Then hold still you baka." She smirked punching the large pile of sheets randomly. Her hand connected with something hard as stone beneath the padding of the sheets. "Hmm so is that where your head is." She pulled the sheets away to give her cutest smile at the snarling face of an angry Vegita. "I always said you had a thick skull." She tapped gently on his forehead.
Vegita glared at her in annoyance. His hand finally freeing itself from the sheets he started pulling the rest of the coverings away. "Why don't you stop mocking me and find something useful to do? Like make my breakfast."
Bulma sat back on her hells her hands coming to rest on her hips. "I already made your breakfast for your information. And it's getting cold while you play."
Vegita looked at her stunned for a moment before leaping to his feet sheets and all to stumble out of the room struggling for freedom the entire way. Bulma shook her head with a sigh. "Why me?"
Bulma made her way down to the kitchen fallowing the trail of bedclothes left in the wake of the hungry Prince. Somewhere along the way he gave up trying to untangle himself from them and resorted to rending them off casting aside pieces of tattered cloth. Upon entering the kitchen she found an already seated Vegita waiting for her to serve his breakfast. Bulma sighed shaking her head seeing a scrap of the sheet still tangled around his waist. 'Well living with the Saiyajin warrior was never boring' She though as she hurried to finish setting the table.
"Well that was effective." Lust grumbled sarcastically as she stared solemnly into her coffee.
"I thought it was a great success." Love beamed blowing softly on her tea before sipping it carefully. They sat at the coffee shop again in mortal guise plotting their next corse of action.
"Now I know you're insane! If you had let ME control the dream, they would have jumped into bed with each other in no time." Lust pouted still annoyed with her sisters decision to let Vegita's subconscious control the dream that she linked between them.
"Yes and they would have ended up disillusioned and disappointed. Come on no man could live up to your imagination."
"Well you could have controlled the dream then." Lust continued to stir her coffee, her lower lip refusing to retreat from her pout.
"Same problem. No man could be as romantic as I could make him."
"Well this is taking FOREVER! They should be together by now!" Lust threw down her spoon in annoyance.
"Love takes time. Be patent." Love smiled softly at her sister setting down her tea cup. "Your not still upset about that incident with Yamcha are you?"
Lust's face flushed with annoyance. "Who would have thought that man could be so damn clueless? He's almost worse then Vegita. I used my best tricks on him and all I got was a kiss!"
Love laughed softly. "Yes Yamcha is a sweet boy. It's to bad really." For a moment a shadow of sadness passed over her features. Sighing softly she lifted the tea to her lips again blowing across the surface of the liquid softly watching the resulting ripples in fascination.
"He spent the entire night mopping over having hurt Bulma. He was pretty upset over it. I hated keeping him from calling Bulma to apologize. Luckily when he finally got up the nerve and called, Vegita answered the phone."
Love nodded running her finger lightly over the lip of her tea cup absently, a soft frown darkening her beautiful face.
"How.. How is he?" Lust whispered softly suddenly concerned for Yamcha.
"He will be all right. It will just take him time to realize that he doesn't love her anymore. He hasn't for a while. He just held on. They both held on." She looked up slowly the barest touch of the pain Lust had seen in her eyes before glistening in them once again. "It's my fault I suppose. I don't like to give up."
"Love conquers all." Lust nodded looking down into her well-stirred coffee.
Love made a bitter sound her soft golden eyes staring sorrowfully at her reflection in her tea. "The world would be a much better place if that where true."
Lust nodded in agreement. A couple days ago she had hated her sister. She had always though of her as an overbearing stuffy Goddess that was way too stingy with her gift. But she was beginning to understand why she was so serious and so very careful. A new respect had grown in her toward her twin. She was probably one of the most powerful Gods in existence.
Love stared absently off into the distant, watching as two lovers quarreled over a petty argument. Lust bit her lip softly as a tear slid down Love's perfect cheek. Such a great gift she could give unequaled by any other in the joy it could bring. But also unequaled in its pain. "Yes.." she whispered softly "yes it would be."
Yamcha sighed as he rested his face in his hands. He couldn't remember a time when he had been this tired. Sleep had escaped him for two days now. Rubbing his weary eyes, he stood slowly to start pacing the room again. Puar stirred looking up with eyes almost as tired as his own.
"I've really screwed up this time Paur." Yamcha sighed, his shoulders hunched forward in defeat as he stared down at his shoes. "She'll never forgive me for this."
"You didn't do anything!" Paur cried out sitting up slowly hardly having the strength to comfort her* friend anymore.
"Yeah but she won't believe me. I bet Vegita heard Christy over the phone. Goku always had good hearing. I bet that bastard does to. And I'm sure he would just love hurting Bulma by telling her I was cheating. He's such an evil jerk I don't know why she lets him stay."
"Well I was here all night. I could tell her nothing happened! She would believe me I don't lie and she knows it."
"You're also my best friend. You would lie for me. At least she would think so. She's smart Paur, sometimes to smart she can convince herself of anything. If she has her mind on thinking I was disloyal she will find a way to prove I did."
"But you don't know if she even thinks you did! You haven't even talked to her! Maybe she's worried about you." Paur floated over to Yamcha's stooped shoulder laying a paw on it trying to comfort him.
"I know. I should just go over there and talk to her. But.." He sighed hanging his head lower. "I'm scared." He admitted blushing with shame.
"I'll go with you. Whatever happens it's better then this."
Yamcha turned his pale face to his life long friend. "You're right." He sighed grabbing his jacket he started to shrug it on.
"Uh.. You're not going like that are you?"
Yamcha paused and looked up. "Why not?"
"Well.. You haven't showered for two days. And you haven't shaved. You should try to look handsome for Bulma."
Yamcha sighed as he took off his jacket again and headed for the bathroom Paur trailing after him. "Oohh and get her some flowers. She can't be mad at you if you have flowers!"
Yamcha nodded closing the door behind him yawning widely as he stripped off his clothes. Stepping into the warm water, he leaned heavily against the cold tiles of the shower. Talking with Bulma was a good idea. He couldn't hide from her forever and if they broke up he couldn't stop that by not seeing her. He rested his forehead against the wall. Yes.. Roses would be a good idea.. Maybe perfume.. Candy... Slowly his eyelids grew heavy as the warm water relaxed his tired body.
Outside the bathroom Puar could hear Yamcha snoring as he fell into a deep sleep still standing in the shower. "Poor Yamcha." The small furry creature curled up on the coach, her last though a hope that everything would work out right. "Love conquers all." She muttered softly as she fell asleep as well.