Harsh sunlight streamed in through her window, making it even harder for her to open her
tired eyes. Bulma lazily stretched her arms above her head, but then she stopped as the memories
of the night before flooded her mind. The last thing she could remember was falling asleep at the
kitchen table after that bastard Vegeta had... no, she wasn't going to think about this. She would
not allow him to even suspect that the way he had treated her last night had hurt her so much.
Hell, the arrogant bastard probably didn't even know what he had done. Sighing, Bulma forced
herself into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In a haze, she went through her morning
rituals without even realizing it. Wearing an old pair of jeans and a black tank top, she headed
down the stairs, into the kitchen. Feeling hunger rippling through her stomach, she ignored it.
She knew that she couldn't handle eating anything at the moment.
She had never felt so rejected, or so utterly humiliated, in all her life. It felt as if
something inside of her had died when Vegeta had told her to leave him. Didn't he want her?
Wasn't she good enough for him? Bulma shivered. Why did she even care at all? She knew that
he would bore of her sooner or later, she had accepted that before any of this had even begun.
But really, who would have expected that it would be after only one night? And why the hell did
it bother her so much? Slumping into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, Bulma felt as if she
wanted to cry. She forced herself not to, however, when she heard footsteps coming down the
stairs. Inhaling deeply, she steeled herself, she would not let that bugger see her so hurt, a pain
caused by him, nonetheless. She sat with her back to him, and she shivered involuntarily as he
entered the room. She heard him pause at the door, what was he doing? Did he come in here just
to gloat that he had fucked her, and was now done with her?
She squeezed her eyes closed, and a tear slid down her cheek. Her heart felt like it was
breaking. How could he, after only one night, inflict so much pain on her? Suddenly, she could
feel him standing behind her, close, so close she could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. He
gently touched her shoulders, and when she didn't pull away from him, he began to run his hands
down the lengths of her arms. She leaned back into him, his touch felt so good, so, so right.
"NO!" Her eyes snapped open and she turned to him. Her beautiful features were
contorted with anger, and her blue eyes flashed dangerously. Before he knew what he was doing,
Vegeta fell back a step. He looked at her, confused.
"Don't you dare touch me! I am not your personal whore, and I will not just lie back and
let you fuck me and then leave when you tell me too! Last night was a huge mistake, and if you
ever attempt to touch me again, I will get Goku to kick your ass!" Bulma yelled at the surprised
Saiyan. Tears were now flowing freely down her face, and she stood in front of him, shaking.
Her fists were clenched, and her jaw was set. She was ready for him.
His confusion was soon overtook by anger when Bulma threatened him. She dared bring
up the damned 3rd class? The idiotic moron who somehow managed to become more powerful
than even the Prince of the Saiyans? Vegeta's black eyes burnt with anger as he glared at the
woman in front of him. How dare she do this to him? His anger grew as it became apparent that
she wasn't going to back down.
"Woman, I would watch my tongue if I was you." Vegeta growled through clenched
teeth.
"Oh, why is that? Do you really think I give a damn if I hurt your precious pride? Do you
really think that I am afraid of you?" Bulma screamed at him.
Shifting his weight, Vegeta held his emotions in check. He realized that he had hurt
Bulma more than he thought. His eyes softened slightly, but his scowl remained. Bulma couldn't
stop her tears, and all she wanted to do was to get away from the man who was causing them.
"Get the hell out of my way." She growled at Vegeta. Seeing that he wasn't prepared to
move, Bulma tried to shove by him, but he wouldn't budge. Finally, she just pushed the table out
of the way and walked around him. As she did, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. Glaring at
him, she tried to break his hold, pulling with all her might. If it were anyone else, Vegeta would
have laughed at the futility of it all. He tightened his grip slightly, forcing her to stop.
"LET ME GO, VEGETA!" Bulma screamed, tugging at her captured arm with her free
hand. He just stood there, watching her futile attempts. Finally she stopped, and she moved in
closer to him. She glared straight into his eyes, and tears still ran down her face.
"Let...me...go." She said dangerously quiet. Vegeta smirked at her and pulled her closer.
He would not let her win. Her eyes narrowed and she twisted in his grip. Inhaling sharply, Bulma
cried out as her arm twisted the wrong way. Her wrist began to throb in pain and she bit her lip.
"Vegeta." She whispered, "You're...hurting me." In an instant her arm was free, and the
look on Vegeta's face turned from anger to concern. Bulma glared at him and turned and ran out
of the kitchen, back to her room.
Vegeta stood in the middle of the kitchen, his shoulders slumped. What had he just done?
It wasn't like he had struck her or anything like that, but he had just physically hurt her. He had
just hurt the only one who had ever trusted him. Cursing himself, the dejected Saiyan slowly
walked out the door and made his way to his gravity machine. He mentally prepared himself for
the rough training session he was about to put himself through.
The best way to ease the pain in one's mind, he reminded himself, is to cause pain for
one's body. With that he stepped in the machine and closed the door behind him.
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