Disclaimer: I don't own anything Dragon Ball related except a poster and some key chains. (So obviously I didn't invent theses characters ;0)
Note:
Kay, well…we were getting corny at the end of the first part, BUT that
nothing *nothing* compared to bowl of much we're going to end up diving
into by the end of this one….I think. (To the people that
think I need to ease up on the cussing –don't worry, I'm on
it.)
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"Thank you…you have no idea how
much that means to me," Bulma sniffed, apparently not seeing anything
strange about Vegita's last comments; and suddenly she put her head
against Vegita's shoulder.
Her forehead was damp with
sweat but she felt very cold to Vegita, for a second he wondered if he was
supposed to something, maybe put his arm around her like he'd seen Goku
and Chi Chi doing… Then again, maybe not.
"Hey – clean up this mess
in here, I'm calling the five-o," Bulma said suddenly, getting up,
carefully making sure the sheet covered her entirely.
"What?" Vegita said, Bulma's change of
tone felt like a bucket of cold water had just splashed over his head.
"You heard me, do something; make
the bed, get all this stuff off the floor, do something."
"I most certainly will not. How dare you…I'm a prince!"
Bulma gave him a look that seemed
insolent and mocking at the same time. "Prince or no prince…you live here, show some responsibility!"
Vegita opened his mouth and shut it
again. "I live here…riiight,"
he replied, nodding condescendingly as he slowly picked up a frilly bra.
Bulma snatched it away from him and
muttered something about taking things too literally.
A few weeks past by, and neither of
them said anything about what had happened. Bulma wished she could forget, but her nightmares wouldn't
let her; Vegita, after looking back, could not believe himself and how he'd
actually treated a woman like an almost equal – he viewed the incident as
proof that he'd been on earth too long.
Regardless, one
quiet afternoon, an incident that while not really violent, but perhaps even
more humiliating took place in the household:
Bulma was doing the laundry when she
thought she heard a strange noise coming from the gravity room. Bulma set down the clothesbasket and cautiously
approached the door. The level was turned way down; there
wasn't anything glaringly wrong outside the gravity room. Perplexed, Bulma pushed open the door
and screamed at what she saw.
Vegita screamed even louder. Bulma immediately slammed the door and hurried
away, her cheeks burning pink.
Inside the gravity room Vegita yelled "GODDAMNIT!
YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! CAN'T-YOU-FUCKING
KNOCK!" And then he started
to shake a little.
After that, it seemed to Bulma that
Vegita had disappeared into thin air. No matter what the time of day, he was nowhere
to be found. The only proof she had of his existence was that a mysterious
phantom raided her fridge ever other day or so.
She was glad of it too, as annoying as
Vegita could be, he was still decent company. Well, as decent as he could be. Bulma visited Chi Chi and Goku, talked to all the other
Dragon Ball Z fighters, and none of them had seen so much as a whisper of
Vegita.
Finally, after a few more days, Bulma
admitted to herself that she missed him. She had absolutely no idea why, he was forever patronizing her, refusing
to do what she said, and for the most part simply wasting space. However, she would never forget how he'd
been there when she needed someone.
So, after an age of musing, Bulma taped
a little note the milk, hoping to get some sort of reply.
Bulma hadn't the faintest clue of
what to say, but she settled on:
'Hey, it doesn't matter to me. I thought something was wrong with
gravity room – that's all, I swear.
As
an after thought she added: And
if I don't get some sign of life from you, you can bloody well go mooch
off of Goku instead of eating all my food.
~Bulma'
The next morning
she opened the fridge and found a reply to her note:
You're
strange, woman.
Bulma was
surprised at how glad she was to see even those words written back to her.
Bulma wrote back: Come back.
Vegita
jumped when he saw Bulma's second note that night. He could not fathom women
sometimes. But…well, there
was something else. He couldn't
place it very well at all. It was as if he wanted to hear her voice again. But that was
ridiculous!
Then, before he thought about what he
was doing, Vegita reached out and took the note off the milk; he liked the way
her handwriting flowed.
The next morning, Bulma woke up and
found no note. But the one she'd
left was missing, so Vegita had come.
Bulma wondered if she should simply
throw his things out the door, and kick him out, or maybe stay up all night and
wait for him. In the end she
decided to write another note, she figured, even if he wasn't replying,
he would still hear what she had to say.
Vegita,
she wrote tentively, we all miss you –
"I
doubt that."
Bulma turned around so fast her chair
tipped over. "Vegita! You're-"
Vegita was standing over her. "Morning," he said flatly, and offered her his
hand.
Bulma got up
without assistance; Vegita went and leaned against the kitchen counter with his
arms folded.
"So…"They
both started at almost the same time.
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To
be continued…
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Thanks
for reading. I hope you likes it
so far. This is my first DBZ fic
(for anyone who cared) Anyway, if
anyone got offended by this, sorry. I am well aware that this chapter was pointless, HOWEVER, as you might have
been able to detect, IT'S LEADING UP TO STUFF, KAY? (whew)