Chapter 6


He glanced at the clock. 4 a.m. Damnit! He had to go see Bulma. He needed to talk to her, to kiss her. To hold her hand.
" Fuck it." he slipped on a new pair of pants and a shirt, and flew out the window. Why wait?

He crept silently though the window. Bulma was sleeping. She was getting some color back in her cheeks, but her body was still covered in scratches and cuts. He sat down next to her, careful not to wake her. The T.V. was on. Vegeta turned, planning on getting the channel changer and clicking it off. But something caught his eye - a commercial. A man gave a woman a beautiful boquet of red roses. She recieved them, then fell all over him, declaring her love for him. Then, the announcer said : " Roses : The Way to a Woman's Heart. The Perfect Gift, now specialized at 'Love and Roses' on Jujin Street. Order Today. 1-800-555-ROSE."
" Hmmm..." Vegeta thought for a minute, then shut the t.v. off, and moved back next to Bulma. He touched her hair lightly. " Weakling, why did you do that?" be began softly, " Do you love me? Is that it? Didn't you realize I could've easily survived that?"
Bulma kept her eyes shut tight. She had woken up when Vegeta turned the t.v. off. She pretended to continue sleeping just in case Vegeta kept talking.
" I want to protect you, Bulm-chan. From everything."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling slightly. " Vegeta," she whispered, " I've been waiting for you."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, in a tender kiss. A kiss that spoke volumes, of his feelings - rich and deep .
" How do you feel?" he asked against her mouth, before descending on it again
" Wonderful." she breathed, holding his face is her hands. Her arms were weak, and they ached from her holding them up, but she didn't care. She needed more than anything to touch him. He smiled, and she felt that too, against her lips, and her own curved in response.
Oh, I love him. I love you l love you l love you. Please, please love me back. Tell me you love me. I need it. Tell me. Bulma begged in her head, her grip on Vegeta tightening.
You can't leave me with only this Bulms. Give me more. Love.....love me....say it. Oh, but Vegeta felt the same as Bulma. He truly did.
But they were scared. They couldn't admit to eachother their love for fear of losing eachother. Thier doubts and insecurities got in the way.
Finally, Vegeta tore himself away." I have to go Bulma. Your family will be here soon." he stood to go, still clutching her hand,
"Oh Vegeta...don't go." she pleaded with her eyes.
" Im sorry. You know I have to. Just until....things get sorted out." he let go of her hand, and stepped out the window.
" Jan ne, Bulma-chan." he murmured, and was gone.




" Love and Roses, this is Min. Can I help you?"
" I need a dozen, uh......roses."
" Okay. Where would you like them to be sent?"
" Capsule Corp. In one week. Next Monday."
" Okay. And who are they for?"
" Bulma Breifs."
" Okay, and your name?"
" Vegeta. They flowers must be anonymous to Bulma."
" Allright, Mr.Vegeta! The total cost is $50 plus $ 5 delivery fee. You'll be billed when they arrived. Thankyou, and have nice day!"
" Yeah....uh...thanks...whatever."




Don't fall away
And leave me to myself
Don't fall away
And leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again
Leave love bleeding in my hands
In my hands again