The Difference Between Love and Lust
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I dont own DBZ or it character nor am I makeing any money. I bet you guys are tired of hearing that :
Storming threw the house Vegita felt his anger swiftly building to a boiling rage. Had he not made it clear to the scared idiot that he was not welcome? Yet the fool dared to intrude in his territory. Surly the baka had a death wish which would explain why he tried to keep Bulma as a mate. The though of Bulma with the reckless warrior sent a burning fury threw him and he quickened his pace determined to confront the unfortunate man.
The back door slammed open as Vegita stomped out into the yard his sense searching for the ki of his intended victim. Already his body was glowing faintly with ki energy as he instinctively prepared for a fight. He turned and looked up pinpointing his target but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
They stood embracing her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Their lips locked in a deep and tender kiss. For a moment Vegita stood looking on in stunned disbelief. His hands drooped limply to his sides. He had lost again.
He felt his chest constrict with an undescribable pain causing him to gasp for each agonized breath. A complete and sudden emptiness grew to fill his entire being threatening to devour him in it's almost welcome nothingness. Vegita squeezed his eyes shut turning away from the embracing couple. He clenched his firsts savagely pushing away his pain and regret. He felt like he was falling into oblivion becoming one with the void inside him. Reaching out he grasped onto something familiar and held tight to it. Rage, hatred, pride... these things where well known to him, these he understood. Clinging to his shattered soul, the Prince of the Saiya-jins leapt into the air disappearing into the lonely horizon.
Yamcha tapped lightly on the glass balcony door hoping that Bulma was in her room. He really didn't want to face that monster Vegita again. The curtains parted and Bulma looked out at him in surprise. Slowly her eyes narrowed in anger as she realized who it was standing on her balcony. 'Go away.' She mouthed her voice only a mummer the storm glass.
He shock his head. "Not until we talk." Yamcha shouted in an attempt to be heard through the glass.
'What?' she mouthed lifting a hand to her ear to show she did not hear him.
"I said not till we talk..." Yamcha rolled his eyes seeing she still could not hear him. "Oh just open the damned door!"
'I can't hear you let me open the door.' She motioned to the handle as she mouthed and then tugged the door open.
"I shouldn't be talking to you." She snarled poking him savagely in the chest with her index finger.
"Bulma, whatever Vegita told you isn't true.. I'm innocent I swear."
"What's does this have to do with Vegita? I'm talking about that woman you were kissing outside the restaurant."
Yamcha felt his face turn red. "Ohhh.. That."
"Yes that!!" Bulma glared at him daring him to deny it.
"To be honest I don't know what happened. I went out to get some fresh air and the next thing I knew.. " Yamcha hung his head and shrugged. "I'm sorry Bulma." There it was again. He was apologizing as he always did. Why did it have to be this way? He loved her so much he would die for her. Looking up again he stared into her eyes. They where dark with anger but even the intense rage could not hide the even great pain beneath. Why? Why did he have to always hurt her? This time it would be different. This time would be the last time. Sighing softly he held out the white rose. "This is for you."
Bulma stared at it for a moment before taking it carefully. Something in her face told him she could feel it. Her eyes meet his and filling with tears as she saw the confirmation of it in his eyes. Leaping forward she threw her arms around his neck cling desperately to him. "Oh Yamcha It's okay, I forgive you. I've missed you so much!" She buried her face in his chest denying the true of what she had seen in his eyes hanging onto the shadows of something that had been lost long ago.
Tenderly Yamcha reached down taking her chin in his hand. Slowly he lifted her face to gaze into her blue eyes. Slowly he leaned forward touching his lips to her full ones. He kissed her tenderly letting all of his love flow into her from his kiss. Slowly he ran his fingers threw her hair as he held her lips gently to his. But though she returned his kiss he felt the emptiness of it deep in his very being. Still he continued to kiss her memorizing the tender warmth of her lips, the soft silkiness of her hair, and her sweat alluring scent.
Gently he placed his hands on her shoulders slowly pushing her away. She looked up at him her blue eyes filled with confusion and fear. Yamcha closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a pain stabbing into his chest as if she had stabbed a shard of ice threw his heart. Dying had not been as painful as this. "Bulma, I'm leaving to train. I don't expect you to wait for me. Actually.. I don't want you to." He took a slow shaky breath. "It's over."
For a moment she stared at him in utter shock before savagely ripping away from his touch. Her hand went limp letting the perfect white rose fall unheaded to the ground. "You.. You can't mean that!!" she sobbed tears forming in her eyes. "How could you?!"
Yamcha kneeled, picking up the rose he ran his fingertips slowly over the petals noticing her lips had been softer even then their silky smoothness. "You don't love me anymore. You know it's true Bulma." His gaze remained locked on the flower in his hands. He could not find it inside himself to look into her eyes. He was not that strong or brave.
She fell to her knees beside him throwing her arms around his neck she held tight refusing to let go. "Yamcha please don't do this to me! I don't want to be alone!" her tears ran freely over her face as she begged him not to do what he knew was right.
Yamcha brushed the tears away from her cheeks. A numbness filled his chest serving as a temporary balm to his inner pain. He knew this peace was a blessing that would not last but it would be enough to give him the strength to do this. Inside he thanked the goddess of his dream knowing that this came from her. "Don't worry Bulma. You won't be. I know there is someone waiting for you."
Her eyes stared into his, he could see the disbelief inside them. They were meant to be together there would be no one else. "Trust me" Yamcha breath around the lump growing in his throat.
Slowly he stood pulling her with him. Once they where both on their feet he gently removed her hands from around his neck. Placing the rose into her hair he placed a last kiss on her lips. "Please forgive me for all the pain I have caused you."
She stood there tears raining from her eyes as the finality of his words reached her heart. Her lip trembled as she struggled to hold back her pain. Unable to watch any longer Yamcha turned away bringing up his ki as he prepared to fly away. A tear broke lose to trail down his scarred check.
Before he could leave, he felt her hand close on his wrist in a silent plea for him to stay. But he did not turn around determined to hide his tears from her. "Don't you love me any more?" she whispered her words knifing into his chest.
For a long moment he stood in silence another hot tear marking its track down his face. Bowing his head he clenched his jaw fighting the desire to turn to her, to take her in his arms and never ever leave her. Instead he stood there his shoulders shaking under the strain of his emotions. Finally he lifted his head to gaze off into the horizon. "Yes. I love you. That's why I am doing this."
Her fingers feel away from his wrist releasing him. Slowly he rose into the sky, his heart felling heavy enough to way him down like a boulder. He never looked back.
Bulma watched as Yamcha disappeared into the distance. "Yamcha.. Please come back." she whispered. Love tilted her head to one side and reached out to brush a glistening teardrop from the mortal's face. To the woman her touch would feel like the gentle caress of a soft wind but even that she would not notice.
"Poor child." She whispered watching as the mortal's tear turned to crystal on her fingertips. "It is done."
A red bolt of lightning flashed leaving a solemn faced Lust in its wake. "It's over?"
Love nodded still watching the sobbing woman before her. "He did well." She smiled softly turning to face her sister. "Oh don't look so serious. From this point out it will be fun."
A small smile formed on the other goddesses' lips. Love knew she had not come because she could not stand to see the pain of the two star crossed lovers as they parted ways "Really?" she asked her interest immediately growing.
Love nodded. "I have a small job for you. I am sure you can handle it without too much trouble." She waited to make sure sisters complete attention before she continued. "You need to .... convince.. Our Vegita to come back"
Lust's face lite up as she realized what her sister meant. "Your right! This will be fun!!"
"And then," Love continued her smile growing. "You should go console poor Yamcha."
Lust blinked her face slowly flushing red. "You mean... how did you... But he's mortal!"
Love laughed softly then winked at her friend. "Love conquers all."
Next chapter: What happened to Paur (just to show you guys I didn't forgot about her) and who is this spying on Vegita? Krillin almost makes the biggest mistake of his life and everything starts to get really interesting. Next time on DBZ. (Hehehe)
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I dont own DBZ or it character nor am I makeing any money. I bet you guys are tired of hearing that :
Storming threw the house Vegita felt his anger swiftly building to a boiling rage. Had he not made it clear to the scared idiot that he was not welcome? Yet the fool dared to intrude in his territory. Surly the baka had a death wish which would explain why he tried to keep Bulma as a mate. The though of Bulma with the reckless warrior sent a burning fury threw him and he quickened his pace determined to confront the unfortunate man.
The back door slammed open as Vegita stomped out into the yard his sense searching for the ki of his intended victim. Already his body was glowing faintly with ki energy as he instinctively prepared for a fight. He turned and looked up pinpointing his target but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.
They stood embracing her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Their lips locked in a deep and tender kiss. For a moment Vegita stood looking on in stunned disbelief. His hands drooped limply to his sides. He had lost again.
He felt his chest constrict with an undescribable pain causing him to gasp for each agonized breath. A complete and sudden emptiness grew to fill his entire being threatening to devour him in it's almost welcome nothingness. Vegita squeezed his eyes shut turning away from the embracing couple. He clenched his firsts savagely pushing away his pain and regret. He felt like he was falling into oblivion becoming one with the void inside him. Reaching out he grasped onto something familiar and held tight to it. Rage, hatred, pride... these things where well known to him, these he understood. Clinging to his shattered soul, the Prince of the Saiya-jins leapt into the air disappearing into the lonely horizon.
Yamcha tapped lightly on the glass balcony door hoping that Bulma was in her room. He really didn't want to face that monster Vegita again. The curtains parted and Bulma looked out at him in surprise. Slowly her eyes narrowed in anger as she realized who it was standing on her balcony. 'Go away.' She mouthed her voice only a mummer the storm glass.
He shock his head. "Not until we talk." Yamcha shouted in an attempt to be heard through the glass.
'What?' she mouthed lifting a hand to her ear to show she did not hear him.
"I said not till we talk..." Yamcha rolled his eyes seeing she still could not hear him. "Oh just open the damned door!"
'I can't hear you let me open the door.' She motioned to the handle as she mouthed and then tugged the door open.
"I shouldn't be talking to you." She snarled poking him savagely in the chest with her index finger.
"Bulma, whatever Vegita told you isn't true.. I'm innocent I swear."
"What's does this have to do with Vegita? I'm talking about that woman you were kissing outside the restaurant."
Yamcha felt his face turn red. "Ohhh.. That."
"Yes that!!" Bulma glared at him daring him to deny it.
"To be honest I don't know what happened. I went out to get some fresh air and the next thing I knew.. " Yamcha hung his head and shrugged. "I'm sorry Bulma." There it was again. He was apologizing as he always did. Why did it have to be this way? He loved her so much he would die for her. Looking up again he stared into her eyes. They where dark with anger but even the intense rage could not hide the even great pain beneath. Why? Why did he have to always hurt her? This time it would be different. This time would be the last time. Sighing softly he held out the white rose. "This is for you."
Bulma stared at it for a moment before taking it carefully. Something in her face told him she could feel it. Her eyes meet his and filling with tears as she saw the confirmation of it in his eyes. Leaping forward she threw her arms around his neck cling desperately to him. "Oh Yamcha It's okay, I forgive you. I've missed you so much!" She buried her face in his chest denying the true of what she had seen in his eyes hanging onto the shadows of something that had been lost long ago.
Tenderly Yamcha reached down taking her chin in his hand. Slowly he lifted her face to gaze into her blue eyes. Slowly he leaned forward touching his lips to her full ones. He kissed her tenderly letting all of his love flow into her from his kiss. Slowly he ran his fingers threw her hair as he held her lips gently to his. But though she returned his kiss he felt the emptiness of it deep in his very being. Still he continued to kiss her memorizing the tender warmth of her lips, the soft silkiness of her hair, and her sweat alluring scent.
Gently he placed his hands on her shoulders slowly pushing her away. She looked up at him her blue eyes filled with confusion and fear. Yamcha closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a pain stabbing into his chest as if she had stabbed a shard of ice threw his heart. Dying had not been as painful as this. "Bulma, I'm leaving to train. I don't expect you to wait for me. Actually.. I don't want you to." He took a slow shaky breath. "It's over."
For a moment she stared at him in utter shock before savagely ripping away from his touch. Her hand went limp letting the perfect white rose fall unheaded to the ground. "You.. You can't mean that!!" she sobbed tears forming in her eyes. "How could you?!"
Yamcha kneeled, picking up the rose he ran his fingertips slowly over the petals noticing her lips had been softer even then their silky smoothness. "You don't love me anymore. You know it's true Bulma." His gaze remained locked on the flower in his hands. He could not find it inside himself to look into her eyes. He was not that strong or brave.
She fell to her knees beside him throwing her arms around his neck she held tight refusing to let go. "Yamcha please don't do this to me! I don't want to be alone!" her tears ran freely over her face as she begged him not to do what he knew was right.
Yamcha brushed the tears away from her cheeks. A numbness filled his chest serving as a temporary balm to his inner pain. He knew this peace was a blessing that would not last but it would be enough to give him the strength to do this. Inside he thanked the goddess of his dream knowing that this came from her. "Don't worry Bulma. You won't be. I know there is someone waiting for you."
Her eyes stared into his, he could see the disbelief inside them. They were meant to be together there would be no one else. "Trust me" Yamcha breath around the lump growing in his throat.
Slowly he stood pulling her with him. Once they where both on their feet he gently removed her hands from around his neck. Placing the rose into her hair he placed a last kiss on her lips. "Please forgive me for all the pain I have caused you."
She stood there tears raining from her eyes as the finality of his words reached her heart. Her lip trembled as she struggled to hold back her pain. Unable to watch any longer Yamcha turned away bringing up his ki as he prepared to fly away. A tear broke lose to trail down his scarred check.
Before he could leave, he felt her hand close on his wrist in a silent plea for him to stay. But he did not turn around determined to hide his tears from her. "Don't you love me any more?" she whispered her words knifing into his chest.
For a long moment he stood in silence another hot tear marking its track down his face. Bowing his head he clenched his jaw fighting the desire to turn to her, to take her in his arms and never ever leave her. Instead he stood there his shoulders shaking under the strain of his emotions. Finally he lifted his head to gaze off into the horizon. "Yes. I love you. That's why I am doing this."
Her fingers feel away from his wrist releasing him. Slowly he rose into the sky, his heart felling heavy enough to way him down like a boulder. He never looked back.
Bulma watched as Yamcha disappeared into the distance. "Yamcha.. Please come back." she whispered. Love tilted her head to one side and reached out to brush a glistening teardrop from the mortal's face. To the woman her touch would feel like the gentle caress of a soft wind but even that she would not notice.
"Poor child." She whispered watching as the mortal's tear turned to crystal on her fingertips. "It is done."
A red bolt of lightning flashed leaving a solemn faced Lust in its wake. "It's over?"
Love nodded still watching the sobbing woman before her. "He did well." She smiled softly turning to face her sister. "Oh don't look so serious. From this point out it will be fun."
A small smile formed on the other goddesses' lips. Love knew she had not come because she could not stand to see the pain of the two star crossed lovers as they parted ways "Really?" she asked her interest immediately growing.
Love nodded. "I have a small job for you. I am sure you can handle it without too much trouble." She waited to make sure sisters complete attention before she continued. "You need to .... convince.. Our Vegita to come back"
Lust's face lite up as she realized what her sister meant. "Your right! This will be fun!!"
"And then," Love continued her smile growing. "You should go console poor Yamcha."
Lust blinked her face slowly flushing red. "You mean... how did you... But he's mortal!"
Love laughed softly then winked at her friend. "Love conquers all."
Next chapter: What happened to Paur (just to show you guys I didn't forgot about her) and who is this spying on Vegita? Krillin almost makes the biggest mistake of his life and everything starts to get really interesting. Next time on DBZ. (Hehehe)