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ºRebirth of Soulsº
When Bulma finally reached Capsule
Corporation after going for a long walk, she had cried herself
out. This was evident on her flushed cheeks, as the narrow silver
rivers slowly dried themselves. She didn't really feel like
running into Vegeta just yet. He would just call her names and
tease her for being so weak minded. She could just hear the
insults forming already in his mind. Letting herself in quietly,
Bulma snuck through the shadows, into the bathroom, determined to
make herself presentable. Raising a hand, she turned the faucets
on in the sink, allowing the basin to fill up. Grabbing a towel,
Bulma soaked it and washed her face, getting rid of the tear
streaks. Her head was churning with emotion. Overall, she was
confused. "Why did this happen? What could Vegeta
possibly want to use me for? Does he love me? Do I love him? Why
did I hurt Yamcha?" Bulma shook her head, trying to
clear her mind of the traffic jam of thoughts building. Looking
up, she glanced in the mirror, staring at her reflection for
awhile. Once satisfied she didn't look like she had been bawling
her eyes out, Bulma exited the bathroom and headed for the
kitchen, her stomach giving hungry little growls now and then.
Realizing she hadn't eaten all day, she began searching through
the fridge, pulling out a tupperware container full of spaghetti.
Plopping down at the table, she dejectedly began chewing, no
attention paid to surroundings. But after a few minutes, she
looked up, realizing that the large ki blast noises coming from
the gravity capsule had stopped. Swallowing the last mouthful of
spaghetti, Bulma got up to make her departure, still not ready to
face Vegeta. But she was startled away from the door, eyes
widening as they landed on the Prince. He was leaning on the
door, arms folded across his chest, familiar cocky smirk present.
Vegeta decided to break the silence.
"Did you break up with that loser?" Bulma just nodded,
not trusting her voice around him. He looked pleased at this
answer, and strode past her towards the fridge, immediately
snagging some steak to gnaw on. Bulma decided to take this
oppertunity to flee, and was about to move towards her bedroom,
when Vegeta suddenly snaked around infront of her. His eyes
searched her rather skeptically, and she felt like she was
burning, standing vulnerable infront of a raging inferno. But
this was not the time to screw around with her. Immediately Bulma
got edgy.
"Vegeta, get out of my way."
"Gonna make me woman?" Bulma clenched her teeth,
hackles rising. If anything, Vegeta became more smug.
"I WILL if I have to."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Fine. I'll do just that!" Bulma raised her open palm
and slapped him hard across the face. Vegeta stumbled back once
in surprise, and hastily Bulma pushed past him in his moment of
weakness. Growling, he darted after her and grabbed her by the
bicep.
"You'll pay for that woman." Bulma turned suddenly,
eyes blazing.
"No Vegeta, you'll be the one who pays. I want answers god
damn it. Why the hell did we have sex?? Was there some point to
the excercise? Or did you do it just to get yourself off! Because
I'm going to tell you something now." Bulma started
trembling slightly. Vegeta was still wide eyed. "What we
just did awakened something in me. Feelings for you! I just broke
off a completely happy and good relationship with a sweet, kind
man because YOU WANTED ME TOO. Doesn't that tell you something?"
Her voice began to crack "I've been kidding myself, thinking
you could actually return the feelings to me obviously, but
Vegeta, you have to know what you're doing to me! You're screwing
with my mind...and my heart....and god it hurts....." She
trailed off, now in tears. Vegeta just stood limply, deep scowl
following her words. Instead of words, he moved forward and
captured her lips in a forceful kiss. Bulma was in too much of a
state to resist. Snorting, he pulled back.
"Do I seem like I care now?" And with that he swept the
emotional female off her feet and moved up to her room.
Vegeta was the first to wake in
the morning. Instead of moving, he began to study her Bulma as
she lay serenely in his arms.
"Such an idiot when she wants to be....argh,I can't
understand this..." His gut told him one thing, his
mind screamed another. Of course he wanted her. It was only
natural that he would expect her to break up with Yamcha. He
couldn't understand how she could get so worked up over this
worthless human leaving.
"Human emotions...pitiful...I think I'm becoming too
weak. I'm letting emotions rule me, like that airhead Karkarrot
does..." He shuddered at the though of becoming like
Goku. Vegeta lightly stroked her skin, watching her eyelids
flutter open as she awoke. Immediately she rolled over and
scowled, lightly bopping him on the head.
"What's the big idea, waking me up!"
Vegeta smirked in satisfaction, making a sort of low purring
noise
"I never knew you were ticklish..." Bulma began edging
away.
"I'm not...."
"You are..."
"I am NOT!" He reached out and tugged her back.
"I suppose I'll have to prove it." Bulma began
shrieking in laughter as his fingers probed her sides. After
awhile, he let her go, and watched as she scrambled out of bed,
into the adjoining bathroom, panting from lack of oxygen.
His satisfied smirk widened."Don't oppose me woman. You know
I'll always win." Bulma stuck her nose out of the bathroom,
looking haughty.
"Oh , is that so, Mr Prince? I'll just have to challenge you
on that one." She smirked, and shut the door lightly.
Moments later, the gentle sound of running water reached his ears.
Slipping out of the bedroom, he began mumbling something about
needing to train, heading directly for the kitchen. Upstairs,
Bulma stood under the running water. Her happy look had faded
slightly. She was still confused as hell, and had no idea where
she stood in Vegeta's perspective. She snorted lightly in sudden
amusement at the thought of Vegeta actually telling her he loved
her, and scrubbed lightly in thought.
"Maybe he doesn't love me...but I think I love him...."
She stopped short. Did she really love that ruthless, cold
hearted, pig headed saiyan?
"I do...I do love him...." These thoughts
brought a smile to her face. She finished showering, and slipped
into a skirt and halter top, ready to face the world. Bulma
sauntered downstairs to find the kitchen in a huge mess. it
resembled the aftermath of a tornado. Instantly, her eyes
narrowed and the room went dark. She took a deep breath and
swiveled in the direction of the gravity capsule.
"VEGETA, YOU GET YOUR SCRAWNY SAIYAN ASS BACK HERE AND CLEAN
THIS MESS UP!"
A doorbell suddenly chimed at the
Son residence. Goku and Gohan didn't even glance up from their
food, sculling the items like they were nothing, although a
massive towering pile of waffles was hardly nothing. Chi Chi
sighed and threw down her fork, standing to open the door. She
brightened when she threw the oak wood open.
"Bulma! How are you! Come in!" She stepped back, and
Bulma waltzed in, looking rather content, with a strange,
satisfied smirk on her face.
"Boy Chi Chi, do I have a lot to tell you." Guiding her
into the kitchen where Goku and Gohan were, Chi Chi pulled out a
chair for Bulma and grinned.
"Sit down, take a load off, have some waffles. I made enough
for an army....or in this case, a two man army of saiyans...."
She rolled her eyes, and Bulma chuckled.
"Believe me, I know exactly what you mean." At last,
Goku looked up and beamed.
"Heya Bulma! How're ya doin?" He leaned back in his
chair and rubbed his stomach, content to be full. Gohan blinked
and stared up from his breakfast, grinning as he saw the blue
haired female.
"Hi Bulma!" Bulma grinned at the two of them.
"Hey Goku, Gohan..." Bulma suddenly gave Chi Chi a
look, which clearly stated that Gohan probably shouldn't hear
this. Chi Chi picked up immediately.
"Gohan, why don't you go study for awhile." She knew
her son too well, and almost straight away Gohan's mouth flew
open to protest.
"Not another word Gohan." Gohan turned to his father
for refuge, but Goku just shrugged sympethetically.
"Sorry son. But later on, We'll do some sparring."
Gohan brightened slightly and took his plate to the sink, waving
goodbye to Bulma as he retreated to his room. Bulma smiled and
waved, and once alone, turned to the two, who were obviously
curious.
"Yikes, have I got a long story to tell you." And then
she launched into the story of yesterday's proceedings, watching
as Goku and Chi Chi's eyes became wider and wider. And once she
had finished, there was a long silence. Chi Chi coughed softly.
"So you're telling me, you broke up with Yamcha...for
Vegeta?" Bulma nodded. Goku just blinked.
"Wow Bulma. you sure can tolerate him better than the rest
of us." Bulma smiled.
"Yeah, its kinda something you get used to." There was
silence again, but Chi Chi was bursting to ask something.
"So...you guys really....you know..." Bulma nodded,
getting a cheeky smirk to her face.
"Uh huh...."
"Was he...?"
"Uh HUH...." Chi Chi kinda squealed. Goku looked a
little grossed out.
"Too much info!" Bulma just grinned. And then, the
knock on the door came. In unison, they all looked up and stared
at the door. Chi Chi just shrugged, and got up to answer it.
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