The Difference Between Love and Lust Chapter 11
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters. Someone much better then me created them. And he made a lot of money while I have not. Thank you. :
Everything was going better then she had hoped. Not only had Bulma not thrown Yamcha off the balcony but they where also kissing. This was definitely her cue to leave. Turning away from the embracing couple Paur floated down from the balcony to hover a few feet from the ground. Looking back up she smiled again relieved everything was going to be all right. A soft sound brought her attention back to the area around her. Looking over she gasped in shock.
Vegita stood glaring up at the embraced couple a dangerous glint in his eyes. Paur stared in shock at the usually cold Saiya-jin seemed livid with rage. Suddenly his ki flared up around him and he blazed off disappearing into the sky. Paur frowned an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach. "Someone should keep an eye on him." The shape-shifter muttered the worry in her expression growing as she realized that someone would have to be her. Shifting into a bird, she flew off after him. "I hope he's not hungry." She whimpered still very afraid of the grumpy Saiya-jin.
Finding him again was not difficult she only had to follow the path of destruction left in his wake. This trail of chaos led Paur into the deep empty regions of the snowy north. There she found the raging Prince wrecking havoc upon the icy landscape.
She watched in horror as Vegita slammed his fist into the rock face of a cliff sending it toppling into a pile of snow powdered rocks. He bellowed in anger as he spun around to blast a glacier into nothingness. His rage seemed boundless as he continued to decimate anything in sight.
His ki grew brighter in his anger as he lifted a large boulder over his head. He yelled out a curse in his native tongue as he threw the chunk of stone into the air turning it to dust with a ki blast in before it fell. Puar shivered in fear wondering which would be exhausted first Vegita's rage or his strength. Deep inside she knew she would not want to put a wager on the earth outlasting either seeing how both could last for a very, very long time. "Oh no.. What should I do?!" Paur whimpered diving down into a snowbank.
Peeking out at the spikey-haired destructive force Paur watched with growing concern wondering what it had been that had set Vegita off to begin with. He had been reasonably peaceful since he had moved in with Bulma. The only thing he had destroyed was three gravity rooms, twenty training robots, and anything Bulma put in his rooms to make it look "lived in". But other then that a few "accidents" he had been reasonably mellow. What could have caused this sudden explosion?
Another large glacier met its fate as Paur looked on curiosity replacing her worry. Did it have something to do with Bulma and Yamcha kissing? Paur shook her head almost laughing at herself. Why would that have upset Vegita? Unless.... Paur gasped in shock. "Oh no!"
It wasn't possible! Was it? She watched as Vegita fell to his knees as if the weight of his anger and pain was to greet for his muscular legs to bare. He howled in agony as he beat the ground with his fists creating long deep cracks in the icy surface. His ki growing brighter and brighter with every raging blow to the cold earth. Suddenly throwing back his head, he screamed out his anger to the heaven a golden fire flaring up around him. The light seemed to catch in his hair turning it a glowing yellow. Paur watched as tears feel from blue eyes to rest on Vegita's cheek.
"Why?" Vegita moaned softly before crumbling to lie in a pile on the cold earth his ki extinguishing like a snuffed out flame. He lay unconscious, the sudden shift to Super Saiya-jin having devoured the last of his strength.
Paur floated slowly over toward him looking down at his battered form. A single tear still rested on his cheek Vegita's unfathomable strength was exhausted. It was over. Turning away she floated off heading back toward home leaving the fallen warrior to salvage his dignity in solitude.
Looking back once Paur sighed heavily feeling something for the Saiya-jin who had once caused the death of Yamcha and his friends that she never though she would. Compassion. "Poor Vegita."
Vegita sat on a shattered boulder his chin resting in his hand as he glared at the ground. His calm features where completely at odds with the twisted ruins about him and even more at odds with the confusing emotions inside. He seemed entirely unaware of his tattered clothing and torn flesh. For the moment his rage was sated.
The stinging pain of his many self inflicted wounds was calming and familiar keeping him from becoming lost again in the confusion of his swirling emotions. For now he sat concentrating on this pain blocking out all other thoughts and feelings. He had dealt with pain before this he knew he could conquer. He was not so sure about being able to over come this thing Krillin called love.
Blankly he wondered how long he had lain in the snow lost in oblivion. Hours? Days? . Snorting he ran a hand threw his hair brushing away a fine layer of snow which had settled in his spiky locks of his hair. However long he had been unconscious had been a blessing of dreamless sleep. Something he had not experienced in months. It seemed as if every time he closed his eyes his mind with filled with visions of her. The way her hair shone when the sunlight touched it. Visions of how her eyes shimmered when she laughed.
"Arrrggg" Vegita smacked his forehead angry with himself for losing control of his thoughts. "Damn it woman, Stay out of my head!" he snarled slamming his fist into the side of the boulder sending another crack down its face.
Suddenly a flash of blue flitted down among the snowflakes to land on his knee. Frowning softly he stared down at the single blue flower petal that lay on his bloody flesh. Reaching out he ran a finger over its satiny surface surprised at how soft it was. Lifting his head, he looked around wondering what kind of flower could grow in this barren land.
The petal slipped from her fingertips carried away by an icy cold breeze. She watched as the spot of blazing blue flitted away dancing gracefully in the wind till it came to rest in the thick shadowy depths of the Siya-jin prince's hair. His brows knitted slightly in response to the visions that settled in his mind as the blue petal settled in his locks.
He had fallen into a restless sleep once again unaware that it would hold no refreshment for him. She was there to make sure of that and she was very good at her job. Lust smiled softly plucking another petal frm the blossom in her hand. Lifting the velvety softness to her lips, she pressed a gentle kiss to its silky skin placing a dream within its shimmering folds. A soft red glow enveloped the delicate petal before the wind gently snatched it from her fingers carrying it over to the slumbering prince the dream of passion carried with it. Red sparks feel like shimmering rain as the petal floated through the air coming to rest finally on Vegita's brow.
His scowl deepened as the dream seeped into his slumbering mind bearing the images he had fought all day to block from his thoughts. He rolled over and moaned, the woman's name escaping his lips in a weak whisper. "Bulma."
Lust leaned back against the cave wall tucking the tattered flower into her hair. "I must admit Vegita, you're really stubborn. But I can't go see Yamcha till you crack. And you can believe that's enough incentive for me."
Bulma grumbled in annoyance as she dug through the clutter under her bed. "Now where did I put it?" It had been three days since Yamcha had broken up with her. The first day she had spent crying but on the second day she had buried herself in work fixing everything Vegita had broken over the last month. The only solace she had was that Vegita had taken off to giving her some peace and quite for a time. Of course the problem with that was it in one day she had fixed everything and without him around to break things it left her with nothing to do but think about Yamcha. And then it had hit her. She had meet Yamcha while searching for the dragons balls all those years ago. She had planned on wishing for a boy friend. So what was keeping her form gathering the dragon balls and wishing for a husband. Nothing that's what.
She came out from under the shadowy depths one of Vegita's training shirts hanging from her fingers. "Now how did this get in here?"
She turned the fabric over in her hands trying to remember how something of Vegita's had ended up in her room. Suddenly a soft blush came over her features as the memory came to her.
It had been about a week ago. She had been up late working on repairing yet another set of training robots for the ever destructive Vegita. Before going to bed she slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. While she had been showering her mother came in and gathered up the dirty clothes laying on the floor. She had asked Bulma if there was anything she needed but Bulma had been so tired that she had just said that she was fine and her mother left. It was no until she was finished with her shower that she remembered how flighty her mother could be. When she reached for a towel she found there was none. To make matters worse her mother had taken all the clothes in the bathroom including hers.
So there Bulma had been naked and wet with a long walk to her own bed room. She slipped up to the door and peeked out praying that maybe everyone else had gone to bed. But she had not been so lucky. Walking down the hall toward her was a still sweaty Vegita. She bit her lip waiting for him to pass but he stopped and turned to glare at him.
Squeaking in surprise she slammed the door in his face. Leaning back against the door, she muttered to herself. "Please go away. Please go away. Please go away."
"Woman, will you get out of there already?"
"Damn it." Bulma cursed when his annoyed shoot shattered her hopes. "I can't!"
"Why not. Did you suddenly wish to reside within the bathing room?" Bulma groaned noticing her sounded more annoyed then usual.
"I don't have anything to wear."
"So. Your weakling boyfriend isn't here for you to impress with an outfit the disguises your hideousness more then another."
Bulma rolled her eyes. So he finally understood that term, did he? Once he had walked by her room when she had been digging threw her closet for the perfect outfit. She had exclaimed those very words then to though it was obvious that there where plenty of clothes to wear. This the Saiya-jin prince had been happy to point out with a "Stupid baka. Aren't all these items things to be worn?"
"No, I mean I REALLY don't have anything to wear."
"So."
In a rage Bulma opened the door enough to peek her head out. "If you think I am going to parade around naked like some uncivilized Saiya-jin you must have been training too hard. I bet you are just dying to see my beautiful body. Well forget it mister!!"
Vegita stood facing her a moment arms crossed over his chest. Slowly one of his brows rose questioningly. "So you are going to remain in there till you have some clothing." Sighing he pulled off his shirt and tossed it in her face. "There now hurry up and get out of the bathing room."
Bulma sighed folding the shirt remembering how she had to hold the hem of the shirt down to have it cover her lower body but she had not been about to ask Vegita for his pants as too knowing he didn't wear underwear. She frowned remembering the smirk the arrogant Saiya-jin had given her as she had backed away from him down the hall being afraid to turn around in case the shirt showed more of her rear then she was willing to let him see.
Standing she tossed the shirt on her bed. Then stopped when her eyes feel onto her pillow. Gathering the items in her hands she lifted each in turn to her nose breathing in the musky odor that clung to both. It was the same. "My pillow really does smell like Vegita!"
Krillin stood on the doorstep of Capsule Corp. shifting nervously from one foot to another. He lifted his hand again readying himself to ring the doorbell but let it fall again. His thoughts where still jumbled up as he tried to figure out what he should say. Turning away from the door he cleared his throat practicing again what he had though was best. "Hi Bulma. How are things going between you and Vegita? ... No, that won't work. Hmmmm" he began to pace as he continued to babble to himself. "Hey Bulma. Long time no see... I ran into Yamcha and he said... that's even worse. What do you want to do Krillin? Get on Bulma's "People to kill" list? That's worse then having Vegita mad at you." He rubbed his head. "Just remember no matter what you say do not tell Bulma about..."
"Tell me what?"
Krillin jumped spinning to face her. She stood in her doorway dressed in trendy capsule corps hiking gear with a knapsack hanging from one should. "Oh hi Bulma. Uhhhh long time no see. Huh?" He laughed nervously.
She crossed her arms over her chest her eyes narrowing. Krillin swallowed realizing she wasn't going to let him go that easy. "I uhh well... I." He stuttered trying to think of something he could tell her that wouldn't get him killed by either her or Vegita. For a split second he wondered which death would be worse. "I ran into Yamcha while training." He faintly blurted out deciding after all these years he was quite sure Bulma wouldn't kill him while he was very sure Vegita would. He immediately regretted mentioning the scared warrior as he watched Bulma's eyes grow wet with tears.
"I'm sorry Bulma... I uuhhh.. just wanted to be sure you where okay." He continued helplessly hanging his head.
"I'm fine Krillin." Her voice sounded calm. To calm. Krillin's head snapped up and he looked at her suspiciously. "It really was for the best. I mean come on it was just puppy love."
"Uhh.. yeah." Krillin found himself agreeing. "Well I was just wondering.. uhh.. was there someone else.. that .. you know you might consider now that you and Yamcha.." He struggled for words. He just had to know if Bulma might have feelings for Vegita. Now that she was single, he might decide to ask her out or something. If she turned him down.. Kami knows what he might do. "You know.. someone.. more serious.. more dedicated.. shorter?"
Bulma blinked slowly her jaw dropping open. "Krillin?.."
"Uhh yeah?" he frowned taking a step back wondering suddenly what he might have said. Did she guess he knew something he wasn't telling her? She sure looked like she did.
"Are you asking me out?!"
"Nani?! Me?!" Krillin blinked feeling the flood rush to his face. "Me? No.. I uuuh,... I gotta go.. bye." He leapt into the air flying away as fast as he could. Man that was close. Vegita would kill me if he though I was hitting on Bulma.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters. Someone much better then me created them. And he made a lot of money while I have not. Thank you. :
Everything was going better then she had hoped. Not only had Bulma not thrown Yamcha off the balcony but they where also kissing. This was definitely her cue to leave. Turning away from the embracing couple Paur floated down from the balcony to hover a few feet from the ground. Looking back up she smiled again relieved everything was going to be all right. A soft sound brought her attention back to the area around her. Looking over she gasped in shock.
Vegita stood glaring up at the embraced couple a dangerous glint in his eyes. Paur stared in shock at the usually cold Saiya-jin seemed livid with rage. Suddenly his ki flared up around him and he blazed off disappearing into the sky. Paur frowned an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach. "Someone should keep an eye on him." The shape-shifter muttered the worry in her expression growing as she realized that someone would have to be her. Shifting into a bird, she flew off after him. "I hope he's not hungry." She whimpered still very afraid of the grumpy Saiya-jin.
Finding him again was not difficult she only had to follow the path of destruction left in his wake. This trail of chaos led Paur into the deep empty regions of the snowy north. There she found the raging Prince wrecking havoc upon the icy landscape.
She watched in horror as Vegita slammed his fist into the rock face of a cliff sending it toppling into a pile of snow powdered rocks. He bellowed in anger as he spun around to blast a glacier into nothingness. His rage seemed boundless as he continued to decimate anything in sight.
His ki grew brighter in his anger as he lifted a large boulder over his head. He yelled out a curse in his native tongue as he threw the chunk of stone into the air turning it to dust with a ki blast in before it fell. Puar shivered in fear wondering which would be exhausted first Vegita's rage or his strength. Deep inside she knew she would not want to put a wager on the earth outlasting either seeing how both could last for a very, very long time. "Oh no.. What should I do?!" Paur whimpered diving down into a snowbank.
Peeking out at the spikey-haired destructive force Paur watched with growing concern wondering what it had been that had set Vegita off to begin with. He had been reasonably peaceful since he had moved in with Bulma. The only thing he had destroyed was three gravity rooms, twenty training robots, and anything Bulma put in his rooms to make it look "lived in". But other then that a few "accidents" he had been reasonably mellow. What could have caused this sudden explosion?
Another large glacier met its fate as Paur looked on curiosity replacing her worry. Did it have something to do with Bulma and Yamcha kissing? Paur shook her head almost laughing at herself. Why would that have upset Vegita? Unless.... Paur gasped in shock. "Oh no!"
It wasn't possible! Was it? She watched as Vegita fell to his knees as if the weight of his anger and pain was to greet for his muscular legs to bare. He howled in agony as he beat the ground with his fists creating long deep cracks in the icy surface. His ki growing brighter and brighter with every raging blow to the cold earth. Suddenly throwing back his head, he screamed out his anger to the heaven a golden fire flaring up around him. The light seemed to catch in his hair turning it a glowing yellow. Paur watched as tears feel from blue eyes to rest on Vegita's cheek.
"Why?" Vegita moaned softly before crumbling to lie in a pile on the cold earth his ki extinguishing like a snuffed out flame. He lay unconscious, the sudden shift to Super Saiya-jin having devoured the last of his strength.
Paur floated slowly over toward him looking down at his battered form. A single tear still rested on his cheek Vegita's unfathomable strength was exhausted. It was over. Turning away she floated off heading back toward home leaving the fallen warrior to salvage his dignity in solitude.
Looking back once Paur sighed heavily feeling something for the Saiya-jin who had once caused the death of Yamcha and his friends that she never though she would. Compassion. "Poor Vegita."
Vegita sat on a shattered boulder his chin resting in his hand as he glared at the ground. His calm features where completely at odds with the twisted ruins about him and even more at odds with the confusing emotions inside. He seemed entirely unaware of his tattered clothing and torn flesh. For the moment his rage was sated.
The stinging pain of his many self inflicted wounds was calming and familiar keeping him from becoming lost again in the confusion of his swirling emotions. For now he sat concentrating on this pain blocking out all other thoughts and feelings. He had dealt with pain before this he knew he could conquer. He was not so sure about being able to over come this thing Krillin called love.
Blankly he wondered how long he had lain in the snow lost in oblivion. Hours? Days? . Snorting he ran a hand threw his hair brushing away a fine layer of snow which had settled in his spiky locks of his hair. However long he had been unconscious had been a blessing of dreamless sleep. Something he had not experienced in months. It seemed as if every time he closed his eyes his mind with filled with visions of her. The way her hair shone when the sunlight touched it. Visions of how her eyes shimmered when she laughed.
"Arrrggg" Vegita smacked his forehead angry with himself for losing control of his thoughts. "Damn it woman, Stay out of my head!" he snarled slamming his fist into the side of the boulder sending another crack down its face.
Suddenly a flash of blue flitted down among the snowflakes to land on his knee. Frowning softly he stared down at the single blue flower petal that lay on his bloody flesh. Reaching out he ran a finger over its satiny surface surprised at how soft it was. Lifting his head, he looked around wondering what kind of flower could grow in this barren land.
The petal slipped from her fingertips carried away by an icy cold breeze. She watched as the spot of blazing blue flitted away dancing gracefully in the wind till it came to rest in the thick shadowy depths of the Siya-jin prince's hair. His brows knitted slightly in response to the visions that settled in his mind as the blue petal settled in his locks.
He had fallen into a restless sleep once again unaware that it would hold no refreshment for him. She was there to make sure of that and she was very good at her job. Lust smiled softly plucking another petal frm the blossom in her hand. Lifting the velvety softness to her lips, she pressed a gentle kiss to its silky skin placing a dream within its shimmering folds. A soft red glow enveloped the delicate petal before the wind gently snatched it from her fingers carrying it over to the slumbering prince the dream of passion carried with it. Red sparks feel like shimmering rain as the petal floated through the air coming to rest finally on Vegita's brow.
His scowl deepened as the dream seeped into his slumbering mind bearing the images he had fought all day to block from his thoughts. He rolled over and moaned, the woman's name escaping his lips in a weak whisper. "Bulma."
Lust leaned back against the cave wall tucking the tattered flower into her hair. "I must admit Vegita, you're really stubborn. But I can't go see Yamcha till you crack. And you can believe that's enough incentive for me."
Bulma grumbled in annoyance as she dug through the clutter under her bed. "Now where did I put it?" It had been three days since Yamcha had broken up with her. The first day she had spent crying but on the second day she had buried herself in work fixing everything Vegita had broken over the last month. The only solace she had was that Vegita had taken off to giving her some peace and quite for a time. Of course the problem with that was it in one day she had fixed everything and without him around to break things it left her with nothing to do but think about Yamcha. And then it had hit her. She had meet Yamcha while searching for the dragons balls all those years ago. She had planned on wishing for a boy friend. So what was keeping her form gathering the dragon balls and wishing for a husband. Nothing that's what.
She came out from under the shadowy depths one of Vegita's training shirts hanging from her fingers. "Now how did this get in here?"
She turned the fabric over in her hands trying to remember how something of Vegita's had ended up in her room. Suddenly a soft blush came over her features as the memory came to her.
It had been about a week ago. She had been up late working on repairing yet another set of training robots for the ever destructive Vegita. Before going to bed she slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. While she had been showering her mother came in and gathered up the dirty clothes laying on the floor. She had asked Bulma if there was anything she needed but Bulma had been so tired that she had just said that she was fine and her mother left. It was no until she was finished with her shower that she remembered how flighty her mother could be. When she reached for a towel she found there was none. To make matters worse her mother had taken all the clothes in the bathroom including hers.
So there Bulma had been naked and wet with a long walk to her own bed room. She slipped up to the door and peeked out praying that maybe everyone else had gone to bed. But she had not been so lucky. Walking down the hall toward her was a still sweaty Vegita. She bit her lip waiting for him to pass but he stopped and turned to glare at him.
Squeaking in surprise she slammed the door in his face. Leaning back against the door, she muttered to herself. "Please go away. Please go away. Please go away."
"Woman, will you get out of there already?"
"Damn it." Bulma cursed when his annoyed shoot shattered her hopes. "I can't!"
"Why not. Did you suddenly wish to reside within the bathing room?" Bulma groaned noticing her sounded more annoyed then usual.
"I don't have anything to wear."
"So. Your weakling boyfriend isn't here for you to impress with an outfit the disguises your hideousness more then another."
Bulma rolled her eyes. So he finally understood that term, did he? Once he had walked by her room when she had been digging threw her closet for the perfect outfit. She had exclaimed those very words then to though it was obvious that there where plenty of clothes to wear. This the Saiya-jin prince had been happy to point out with a "Stupid baka. Aren't all these items things to be worn?"
"No, I mean I REALLY don't have anything to wear."
"So."
In a rage Bulma opened the door enough to peek her head out. "If you think I am going to parade around naked like some uncivilized Saiya-jin you must have been training too hard. I bet you are just dying to see my beautiful body. Well forget it mister!!"
Vegita stood facing her a moment arms crossed over his chest. Slowly one of his brows rose questioningly. "So you are going to remain in there till you have some clothing." Sighing he pulled off his shirt and tossed it in her face. "There now hurry up and get out of the bathing room."
Bulma sighed folding the shirt remembering how she had to hold the hem of the shirt down to have it cover her lower body but she had not been about to ask Vegita for his pants as too knowing he didn't wear underwear. She frowned remembering the smirk the arrogant Saiya-jin had given her as she had backed away from him down the hall being afraid to turn around in case the shirt showed more of her rear then she was willing to let him see.
Standing she tossed the shirt on her bed. Then stopped when her eyes feel onto her pillow. Gathering the items in her hands she lifted each in turn to her nose breathing in the musky odor that clung to both. It was the same. "My pillow really does smell like Vegita!"
Krillin stood on the doorstep of Capsule Corp. shifting nervously from one foot to another. He lifted his hand again readying himself to ring the doorbell but let it fall again. His thoughts where still jumbled up as he tried to figure out what he should say. Turning away from the door he cleared his throat practicing again what he had though was best. "Hi Bulma. How are things going between you and Vegita? ... No, that won't work. Hmmmm" he began to pace as he continued to babble to himself. "Hey Bulma. Long time no see... I ran into Yamcha and he said... that's even worse. What do you want to do Krillin? Get on Bulma's "People to kill" list? That's worse then having Vegita mad at you." He rubbed his head. "Just remember no matter what you say do not tell Bulma about..."
"Tell me what?"
Krillin jumped spinning to face her. She stood in her doorway dressed in trendy capsule corps hiking gear with a knapsack hanging from one should. "Oh hi Bulma. Uhhhh long time no see. Huh?" He laughed nervously.
She crossed her arms over her chest her eyes narrowing. Krillin swallowed realizing she wasn't going to let him go that easy. "I uhh well... I." He stuttered trying to think of something he could tell her that wouldn't get him killed by either her or Vegita. For a split second he wondered which death would be worse. "I ran into Yamcha while training." He faintly blurted out deciding after all these years he was quite sure Bulma wouldn't kill him while he was very sure Vegita would. He immediately regretted mentioning the scared warrior as he watched Bulma's eyes grow wet with tears.
"I'm sorry Bulma... I uuhhh.. just wanted to be sure you where okay." He continued helplessly hanging his head.
"I'm fine Krillin." Her voice sounded calm. To calm. Krillin's head snapped up and he looked at her suspiciously. "It really was for the best. I mean come on it was just puppy love."
"Uhh.. yeah." Krillin found himself agreeing. "Well I was just wondering.. uhh.. was there someone else.. that .. you know you might consider now that you and Yamcha.." He struggled for words. He just had to know if Bulma might have feelings for Vegita. Now that she was single, he might decide to ask her out or something. If she turned him down.. Kami knows what he might do. "You know.. someone.. more serious.. more dedicated.. shorter?"
Bulma blinked slowly her jaw dropping open. "Krillin?.."
"Uhh yeah?" he frowned taking a step back wondering suddenly what he might have said. Did she guess he knew something he wasn't telling her? She sure looked like she did.
"Are you asking me out?!"
"Nani?! Me?!" Krillin blinked feeling the flood rush to his face. "Me? No.. I uuuh,... I gotta go.. bye." He leapt into the air flying away as fast as he could. Man that was close. Vegita would kill me if he though I was hitting on Bulma.