The Difference Between love and Lust Part 9
Authors note: I believe I don't need to do the disclaimer do I? Oh well.. Here goes. I don't own DBZ or it's characters and if I am making any money off of this fic no one has told me. I'm as broke as they get. Also thank you to EVERYONE who has read and/or reviewed my fic without you I would not have continued, I would have gone back and hid in my corner like a good little Saiyajin. I had hoped to have the final chapter out this week but that isn't happening. I am sorry if this fic got too long but I don't want to cut it short.
The wind rushed over his body as Vegita sped across the sky leaving a blue ki trail behind him. He watched his shadow flash over the waves beneath him without interest his mind more intent of the ki he was seeking. His senses had pinpointed the right ki easily and now he was headed toward it. He saw the house appear before him and frowned recognizing it as the living quarters of that dirty old man that was always peeping in on Bulma when she was in the shower. He would have to put a stop to that.
A smirk grew on his face as he noticed a figure already standing outside the house waiting. He should have know that his approaching ki would not go unnoticed by this one. Landing easily he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Uhhh hi Vegita." Kuririn greeted nervously. "What are you doing here?"
Vegita nodded slowly. "I wish to ask you a question about something." Vegita turned his glare towards the doorway where the old man was standing watching them. Without another word Vegita took off into the sky knowing the other warrior would follow him. Once he reached a good distance he stooped and turned to face Kuririn once again.
The smaller warrior hovered in front of him a confused look on his honest face. "So what was it you wanted to ask me about?" He finally inquired.
"Before we begin you must swear to me as a warrior that you will never tell anyone what I must tell you." He glared at Kuririn threatening horrid bodily harm if he should make this oath and break it.
Kuririn nodded his curiosity getting the better of him. "I promise I wont tell anyone."
Vegita smirked he could see how unsure the other man was. Kuririn would not tell anyone his secret. Besides the fact that he was afraid of him he also owed him his life. "There is something that I have experienced that I do not understand. A feeling that I have no word to know it by."
Kuririn just stared in shock obviously surprised that Vegita would be talking to HIM about feelings. Vegita shrugged and continued. "This feeling has been plaguing me, it makes it hard for me to concentrate on my training. That is why I must understand it so I can obliterate it."
"Well.. Uh.." Kuririn fidgeted uncomfortably under Vegita's scrutiny. "Can you describe this feeling?" He finally asked.
Vegita closed his eyes concentrating on the feeling inside him letting it fill him for the first time. His frown deepened as he began to describe it never opening his eyes. "It's like being hungry." he smirked. "At first I thought that was what the problem was but no matter how much I ate it still remained. It gets worse at night when I am trying to sleep."
He opened his eyes and glared at Kuririn. "I think it has something to do with that woman, Bulma. It gets really bad when she is around and it causes me to feel.. Nervous when she's around."
"You like Bulma!" Kuririn interrupted in his shock.
"That annoying loud mouth woman!" Vegita stared at him. "Who could stand being around her!"
"But you just said..." Kuririn looked really confused.
"I said she makes me feel nervous... and hungry."
Slowly a smile grew on his face. "I think I know what your problem is but let me hear a bit more to be sure."
Vegita sighed and closed his eyes again. "Well, this feeling causes me to do strange things. And strange thoughts enter my mind." Vegita began to become lost in his telling forgetting about the other man hovering in the air with him. "I cant stop thinking about her. I cant train, I cant sleep, It's driving me mad! And then that bastard comes around touching her, kissing her, and sooner or later he hurts her and makes her cry and I want to kill him!!"
"Hmm" Kuririn nodded slowly. "Just as I though."
Vegita blinked as he was suddenly brought back to reality. Frowning he quickly regained his composure closing up his emotions as quickly as they had been let lose. "So what is this ... thing? This Emotion I keep feeling?"
Krillin blushed putting a hand behind his head. "Well I think it's love."
Vegita stared at Krillin for a long moment then burst out laughing. "Me?! Love?! HA! Love is a weakness I would not allow myself to have. Unlike that fool Kakorot I am wiser then that!"
Kuririn just shook his head. "Sorry Vegita. That's the only thing I can think of that would cause these feelings."
Vegita floated there in silence for a long moment considering what the smaller warrior had told him. Suddenly his hand shot out to grab the front of Kuririn's shirt. Slowly he raised his head and looked into the frightened monk's eyes. "If you EVER speak of this to anyone, I swear that your death will be slow and painful in ways you have never imagined." His voice was low and dangerous sent chills up Kuririn's spine. " Do you understand?"
Kuririn stared at Vegita in utter fear. Slowly he nodded unable to find his voice. Vegita smirked. "I'm glad we understand each other." With that he released him and was gone in a flash of ki.
Floating in air Kuririn watched as Vegita's ki trail disappeared into the distance. "Man, that was weird."
Bulma replaced the last of the surviving books onto its shelf. Releasing a weary breath, she turned to survey the room. It seemed that the library had survived an attack form the prince of saiyajins somewhat intact. Looking down at the notebook in her hand she read over again the titles of books that she would need to replace. Of course she could only guess what the pile of ash's title was before it came to be in that state. "Oh well I'll know when Dad tries to find it."
Wandering out of the library she headed back toward her lab where she still had a training robot laying on her work table waiting to be repaired. Along with a hundred other things that had either been destroyed or come up missing since Vegita had come to stay with her and her family.
"Arrgg... Why do I have to clean up after him?! It's not like I don't have enough problems of my own." Whimpering she sat down at her computer staring listlessly at the scattered pieces of metal that was once, and hopefully would be again, a training robot. She felt so tired, so listless. She just didn't have the will to get back to work on the repairs. Her shoulders ached from assembling the new bookcase not to mention re shelving all the books. Her mind strayed to nicer things. A warm bath sounded wonderful right now. A small smile touched her lips as she though about a nice soak and how the warm water would just seep into her muscles and wash away all her troubles. Standing she shook her fist at the shattered robot. "Screw Vegita and his messes. From now on he can fix his own damn problems." With that she turned and headed up to her room and a much needed bath.
A frown formed over Vegita's features as he hovered over Capsule Corps buildings. From his vantage point he could see two figures huddled in the bushes outside Bulma's bathroom window. He didn't even have to guess who they were. It was that pig creature and the dirty old man that Krillin had been with. Carefully dampening his ki, he slowly allowed himself to lower from the sky to land silently behind the two figures. His lip twitched in disgust as the two did not even notice his presence so intent where they upon what they were looking at. Lifting his head slightly he followed their gaze, his frown deepening.
Bulma stood with her back to the window completely unaware of the three sets of eyes watching her as she stood before her bathroom mirror wrapped only in a white towel. Turning she bent to test the water in the tub before removing her bodies only covering.
A sudden flash brought Vegita's attention back to the two beings in front of him. The sudden light had come from a strange device that the pig creature was holding which now was spitting out a square piece of paper. The two huddled over this paper snickering. "I wonder how much Yamcha would pay for this." The pig said with a sneer.
'Now is the time to put a stop to this' Vegita though an evil smirk forming on his lips. Leaning forward he placed a hand on each one of their shoulders causing them to jump. Slowly they turned their head to look down at the hands holding them in place. Their faces paled as the recognized the white gloves but still they lifted their gaze to stare at Vegita in surprised terror.
"Well what have we here." Vegita sneered down at them a cold dangerous gleam in his eyes.
They both stared at Vegita for a moment before screaming in utter terror. There was the sudden sound of tearing fabric and Vegita was left holding an empty shirt in each hand. Dropping the abandoned garments he prepared to chase the two cowards down and give them a proper beating before something on the ground caught his eye.
Bending down he picked up the small square of paper and looked at it for a long moment a deep flush touching his cheeks. Mumbling about annoying, ugly, blue haired women who where more trouble then they where worth he tucked the paper into the neck of his armor before going about his business. The two peeping toms momentarily forgotten.
"Are you sure that is going to be enough Master(*)?"Puar frowned looking down at the single white rose that lay on the seat between them.
Yamcha looked away from the road for a moment to reach down and touch the soft satiny petals. His deep brown eyes had an emptiness to them that concerned his long time companion and friend. "Yeah Puar, this time it will be enough."
"I don't know Master. Bulma likes it when you buy her things. I don't think a single rose will be enough to make her take you back."
Yamcha didn't answer but continued to drive in silence his mouth set into a grim line.
The ki blast slammed into his chest with stunning force the pain of it jolting through his mind and body. For the moment his thoughts where clear his will focused. Vegita paused in his training to catch his breath. Leaning against the wall, he gasped for air his thought returning for a moment to his conversation with Kuririn. Having a name for the tangled emotions inside him had not help his situation. Swallowing another deep breath he leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the wall. After arriving back at Capsule Corp. he had decided that if mental discipline didn't work to control these weak emotions then physical discipline would. And so he had proceeded to beat the thoughts out of his head. Unfortunately that had only served to wear him out and cause damage to the gravity chamber. Now he was going to have to face that woman and get her to fix it again. Which she would do but not until after listening to her long and very loud speech about how he was always breaking things. She would follow this up with an angry bout of how he was eating them out of house and home even if she was the richest woman on the planet. And finally she would wrap it all up with whimpering about how he never appreciated anything that anyone did for him. She was so predictable. He wouldn't have minded normally other then the annoyance of the pain her usually loud voice caused his ears he could tune out most of what she said having heard it multiple times already. But lately seeing her flushed with anger had begun to have its own effects on him. He didn't know wither to hit her or . . . Vegita frowned. Or what?
Grumbling he slammed his head against the wall. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" he commanded his mind but of course his mind did what it had been doing for weeks now. It ignored him. A flood of images filled his thoughts showing him exactly what he could do to the blue haired brat other then hitting her. Spinning away from the wall he intended to force himself to train till he collapsed of exhausted. His tail swung out from where it was tucked around his waist causing him to stumble forward. He was barely able to get his hands out to break his fall before slamming face first into the floor. Laying on his stomach, he glared at the tip of his tail which arched over his head to hang just in front of his nose. "Traitor."
Sitting up he wrapped the offending appendage around his waist wondering how long it would be before he got his sense of balance back. It had been easier to get use to the loss of his tail. Of course there was no need for it any more Kakorot had made sure of that. What good was the Oozaru form compared to the power of a Super Saiya-jin. Then there was the problem of the way his tail had found its way around Bulma's ankle. Growling in annoyance Vegita slammed the palm of his hand against his head. How come every line of though found its way back to that woman.
Forcing himself to his feet, he stood for a moment glaring down at his tail as if daring it to make another rebellious strike against him. When he was assured that his footing was secure he turned his attention back to his training. Just as he was about to power up, he felt another's ki approaching at a moderate speed. "That bastard." He snarled immediately forgetting about returning to his exercise and stormed out of the gravity chamber.
Yamcha frowned in frustration "I know I had a set.."
"What's wrong master?" Puar hovered next to him holding the single white rose as Yamcha searched through his pockets.
"I can't find me set of keys that Bulma gave me. Oh well I guess I'll just have to knock." He shrugged and took the rose from Puar. "The worst that can happen is that she slams the door in my face."
Paur nodded encouragingly as Yamcha reached out to knock. Just as his hand was about to connect with the door, it was jerked open. The two stared in shock at an annoyed looking Saiyajin prince.
"Uh hh, Hi Buddy. " Yamcha found his voice first. "Uh sorry to bug you but I seem to have lost my key."
"What a shame." Vegita grumbled before slamming the door.
For a moment they both stood in utter shock. "Man, what a jerk!" Yamcha finally shouted clenching his fists.
"I quite agree. He was very rude." Puar chirped in her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "But what do we do now, Master? He won't let us in."
"Not through the front door anyway." Yamcha agreed as he turned away from the door walking around the side of the building to the back yard. "We'll just have to find another way in."
He stopped and looked up at the balcony to Bulma's room he turned his head to wink at Puar. Then leapt into the air flying up to land outside her window. "Now well see if she throws me out."
"Oh I hope not. It's a long fall." Paur whimpered looking over the railing.
(*) Puar refereed to Yamcha as master in Curse of The Blood Rubies. I don't know if she/he (she in my fic) still does or if she/he now calls him Yamcha. For now I'm sticking with what I know. :
Authors note: I believe I don't need to do the disclaimer do I? Oh well.. Here goes. I don't own DBZ or it's characters and if I am making any money off of this fic no one has told me. I'm as broke as they get. Also thank you to EVERYONE who has read and/or reviewed my fic without you I would not have continued, I would have gone back and hid in my corner like a good little Saiyajin. I had hoped to have the final chapter out this week but that isn't happening. I am sorry if this fic got too long but I don't want to cut it short.
The wind rushed over his body as Vegita sped across the sky leaving a blue ki trail behind him. He watched his shadow flash over the waves beneath him without interest his mind more intent of the ki he was seeking. His senses had pinpointed the right ki easily and now he was headed toward it. He saw the house appear before him and frowned recognizing it as the living quarters of that dirty old man that was always peeping in on Bulma when she was in the shower. He would have to put a stop to that.
A smirk grew on his face as he noticed a figure already standing outside the house waiting. He should have know that his approaching ki would not go unnoticed by this one. Landing easily he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Uhhh hi Vegita." Kuririn greeted nervously. "What are you doing here?"
Vegita nodded slowly. "I wish to ask you a question about something." Vegita turned his glare towards the doorway where the old man was standing watching them. Without another word Vegita took off into the sky knowing the other warrior would follow him. Once he reached a good distance he stooped and turned to face Kuririn once again.
The smaller warrior hovered in front of him a confused look on his honest face. "So what was it you wanted to ask me about?" He finally inquired.
"Before we begin you must swear to me as a warrior that you will never tell anyone what I must tell you." He glared at Kuririn threatening horrid bodily harm if he should make this oath and break it.
Kuririn nodded his curiosity getting the better of him. "I promise I wont tell anyone."
Vegita smirked he could see how unsure the other man was. Kuririn would not tell anyone his secret. Besides the fact that he was afraid of him he also owed him his life. "There is something that I have experienced that I do not understand. A feeling that I have no word to know it by."
Kuririn just stared in shock obviously surprised that Vegita would be talking to HIM about feelings. Vegita shrugged and continued. "This feeling has been plaguing me, it makes it hard for me to concentrate on my training. That is why I must understand it so I can obliterate it."
"Well.. Uh.." Kuririn fidgeted uncomfortably under Vegita's scrutiny. "Can you describe this feeling?" He finally asked.
Vegita closed his eyes concentrating on the feeling inside him letting it fill him for the first time. His frown deepened as he began to describe it never opening his eyes. "It's like being hungry." he smirked. "At first I thought that was what the problem was but no matter how much I ate it still remained. It gets worse at night when I am trying to sleep."
He opened his eyes and glared at Kuririn. "I think it has something to do with that woman, Bulma. It gets really bad when she is around and it causes me to feel.. Nervous when she's around."
"You like Bulma!" Kuririn interrupted in his shock.
"That annoying loud mouth woman!" Vegita stared at him. "Who could stand being around her!"
"But you just said..." Kuririn looked really confused.
"I said she makes me feel nervous... and hungry."
Slowly a smile grew on his face. "I think I know what your problem is but let me hear a bit more to be sure."
Vegita sighed and closed his eyes again. "Well, this feeling causes me to do strange things. And strange thoughts enter my mind." Vegita began to become lost in his telling forgetting about the other man hovering in the air with him. "I cant stop thinking about her. I cant train, I cant sleep, It's driving me mad! And then that bastard comes around touching her, kissing her, and sooner or later he hurts her and makes her cry and I want to kill him!!"
"Hmm" Kuririn nodded slowly. "Just as I though."
Vegita blinked as he was suddenly brought back to reality. Frowning he quickly regained his composure closing up his emotions as quickly as they had been let lose. "So what is this ... thing? This Emotion I keep feeling?"
Krillin blushed putting a hand behind his head. "Well I think it's love."
Vegita stared at Krillin for a long moment then burst out laughing. "Me?! Love?! HA! Love is a weakness I would not allow myself to have. Unlike that fool Kakorot I am wiser then that!"
Kuririn just shook his head. "Sorry Vegita. That's the only thing I can think of that would cause these feelings."
Vegita floated there in silence for a long moment considering what the smaller warrior had told him. Suddenly his hand shot out to grab the front of Kuririn's shirt. Slowly he raised his head and looked into the frightened monk's eyes. "If you EVER speak of this to anyone, I swear that your death will be slow and painful in ways you have never imagined." His voice was low and dangerous sent chills up Kuririn's spine. " Do you understand?"
Kuririn stared at Vegita in utter fear. Slowly he nodded unable to find his voice. Vegita smirked. "I'm glad we understand each other." With that he released him and was gone in a flash of ki.
Floating in air Kuririn watched as Vegita's ki trail disappeared into the distance. "Man, that was weird."
Bulma replaced the last of the surviving books onto its shelf. Releasing a weary breath, she turned to survey the room. It seemed that the library had survived an attack form the prince of saiyajins somewhat intact. Looking down at the notebook in her hand she read over again the titles of books that she would need to replace. Of course she could only guess what the pile of ash's title was before it came to be in that state. "Oh well I'll know when Dad tries to find it."
Wandering out of the library she headed back toward her lab where she still had a training robot laying on her work table waiting to be repaired. Along with a hundred other things that had either been destroyed or come up missing since Vegita had come to stay with her and her family.
"Arrgg... Why do I have to clean up after him?! It's not like I don't have enough problems of my own." Whimpering she sat down at her computer staring listlessly at the scattered pieces of metal that was once, and hopefully would be again, a training robot. She felt so tired, so listless. She just didn't have the will to get back to work on the repairs. Her shoulders ached from assembling the new bookcase not to mention re shelving all the books. Her mind strayed to nicer things. A warm bath sounded wonderful right now. A small smile touched her lips as she though about a nice soak and how the warm water would just seep into her muscles and wash away all her troubles. Standing she shook her fist at the shattered robot. "Screw Vegita and his messes. From now on he can fix his own damn problems." With that she turned and headed up to her room and a much needed bath.
A frown formed over Vegita's features as he hovered over Capsule Corps buildings. From his vantage point he could see two figures huddled in the bushes outside Bulma's bathroom window. He didn't even have to guess who they were. It was that pig creature and the dirty old man that Krillin had been with. Carefully dampening his ki, he slowly allowed himself to lower from the sky to land silently behind the two figures. His lip twitched in disgust as the two did not even notice his presence so intent where they upon what they were looking at. Lifting his head slightly he followed their gaze, his frown deepening.
Bulma stood with her back to the window completely unaware of the three sets of eyes watching her as she stood before her bathroom mirror wrapped only in a white towel. Turning she bent to test the water in the tub before removing her bodies only covering.
A sudden flash brought Vegita's attention back to the two beings in front of him. The sudden light had come from a strange device that the pig creature was holding which now was spitting out a square piece of paper. The two huddled over this paper snickering. "I wonder how much Yamcha would pay for this." The pig said with a sneer.
'Now is the time to put a stop to this' Vegita though an evil smirk forming on his lips. Leaning forward he placed a hand on each one of their shoulders causing them to jump. Slowly they turned their head to look down at the hands holding them in place. Their faces paled as the recognized the white gloves but still they lifted their gaze to stare at Vegita in surprised terror.
"Well what have we here." Vegita sneered down at them a cold dangerous gleam in his eyes.
They both stared at Vegita for a moment before screaming in utter terror. There was the sudden sound of tearing fabric and Vegita was left holding an empty shirt in each hand. Dropping the abandoned garments he prepared to chase the two cowards down and give them a proper beating before something on the ground caught his eye.
Bending down he picked up the small square of paper and looked at it for a long moment a deep flush touching his cheeks. Mumbling about annoying, ugly, blue haired women who where more trouble then they where worth he tucked the paper into the neck of his armor before going about his business. The two peeping toms momentarily forgotten.
"Are you sure that is going to be enough Master(*)?"Puar frowned looking down at the single white rose that lay on the seat between them.
Yamcha looked away from the road for a moment to reach down and touch the soft satiny petals. His deep brown eyes had an emptiness to them that concerned his long time companion and friend. "Yeah Puar, this time it will be enough."
"I don't know Master. Bulma likes it when you buy her things. I don't think a single rose will be enough to make her take you back."
Yamcha didn't answer but continued to drive in silence his mouth set into a grim line.
The ki blast slammed into his chest with stunning force the pain of it jolting through his mind and body. For the moment his thoughts where clear his will focused. Vegita paused in his training to catch his breath. Leaning against the wall, he gasped for air his thought returning for a moment to his conversation with Kuririn. Having a name for the tangled emotions inside him had not help his situation. Swallowing another deep breath he leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the wall. After arriving back at Capsule Corp. he had decided that if mental discipline didn't work to control these weak emotions then physical discipline would. And so he had proceeded to beat the thoughts out of his head. Unfortunately that had only served to wear him out and cause damage to the gravity chamber. Now he was going to have to face that woman and get her to fix it again. Which she would do but not until after listening to her long and very loud speech about how he was always breaking things. She would follow this up with an angry bout of how he was eating them out of house and home even if she was the richest woman on the planet. And finally she would wrap it all up with whimpering about how he never appreciated anything that anyone did for him. She was so predictable. He wouldn't have minded normally other then the annoyance of the pain her usually loud voice caused his ears he could tune out most of what she said having heard it multiple times already. But lately seeing her flushed with anger had begun to have its own effects on him. He didn't know wither to hit her or . . . Vegita frowned. Or what?
Grumbling he slammed his head against the wall. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" he commanded his mind but of course his mind did what it had been doing for weeks now. It ignored him. A flood of images filled his thoughts showing him exactly what he could do to the blue haired brat other then hitting her. Spinning away from the wall he intended to force himself to train till he collapsed of exhausted. His tail swung out from where it was tucked around his waist causing him to stumble forward. He was barely able to get his hands out to break his fall before slamming face first into the floor. Laying on his stomach, he glared at the tip of his tail which arched over his head to hang just in front of his nose. "Traitor."
Sitting up he wrapped the offending appendage around his waist wondering how long it would be before he got his sense of balance back. It had been easier to get use to the loss of his tail. Of course there was no need for it any more Kakorot had made sure of that. What good was the Oozaru form compared to the power of a Super Saiya-jin. Then there was the problem of the way his tail had found its way around Bulma's ankle. Growling in annoyance Vegita slammed the palm of his hand against his head. How come every line of though found its way back to that woman.
Forcing himself to his feet, he stood for a moment glaring down at his tail as if daring it to make another rebellious strike against him. When he was assured that his footing was secure he turned his attention back to his training. Just as he was about to power up, he felt another's ki approaching at a moderate speed. "That bastard." He snarled immediately forgetting about returning to his exercise and stormed out of the gravity chamber.
Yamcha frowned in frustration "I know I had a set.."
"What's wrong master?" Puar hovered next to him holding the single white rose as Yamcha searched through his pockets.
"I can't find me set of keys that Bulma gave me. Oh well I guess I'll just have to knock." He shrugged and took the rose from Puar. "The worst that can happen is that she slams the door in my face."
Paur nodded encouragingly as Yamcha reached out to knock. Just as his hand was about to connect with the door, it was jerked open. The two stared in shock at an annoyed looking Saiyajin prince.
"Uh hh, Hi Buddy. " Yamcha found his voice first. "Uh sorry to bug you but I seem to have lost my key."
"What a shame." Vegita grumbled before slamming the door.
For a moment they both stood in utter shock. "Man, what a jerk!" Yamcha finally shouted clenching his fists.
"I quite agree. He was very rude." Puar chirped in her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "But what do we do now, Master? He won't let us in."
"Not through the front door anyway." Yamcha agreed as he turned away from the door walking around the side of the building to the back yard. "We'll just have to find another way in."
He stopped and looked up at the balcony to Bulma's room he turned his head to wink at Puar. Then leapt into the air flying up to land outside her window. "Now well see if she throws me out."
"Oh I hope not. It's a long fall." Paur whimpered looking over the railing.
(*) Puar refereed to Yamcha as master in Curse of The Blood Rubies. I don't know if she/he (she in my fic) still does or if she/he now calls him Yamcha. For now I'm sticking with what I know. :