Okay, you people got too hyped up about what happens next. It's not much at all. Oh, I got a review saying that Bulma was a pushover in my fic. Yes, she is because she's SICK!! If I was sick I wouldn't argue much either!!...well, with that out of my system, here's chapter 2!
means telepathy.
*Michi-*
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. I t would be cool to own DBZ, though...
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She started walking to the sink when a wave of dizziness set in. She wasn't able to walk straight. Sensing this, Vegeta was at her side in less than a second. He took the dishes out of her hands and put them in the sink.
"Couch or bed?" Vegeta asked, referring to where she wanted to go.
"Couch," she answered. He lifted her up again and laid her on the couch in the living room. Smiling, she said, "Thanks." he nodded and walked back into the kitchen.
The next thing Bulma heard was the water turning on and she knew Vegeta was probably washing the dishes. 'That's weird, too,' she thought. 'He's never this nice unless he...nah.' Again, she pushed the thought out of her head and reached for the tv remote.
She only watched 5 minutes of tv when the doorbell rang. Getting up to answer the door, she was cut off be Vegeta. He shook his head and pointed top the couch, telling her to go back and lay down.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, opening the door to see Yamcha.
"I have a date with Bulma tonight," Yamcha answered.
"Well, she's sick. She can't go."
"Sick? Can I see her?"
'No, please don't!' Bulma screamed in her head.
No? Okay. Vegeta answered. "No, Yamcha."
WHAT? Bulma screamed. How can you hear me?!
Telepathy. We've...bonded.
"What?" Yamcha said. "Why not?"
"Because I said no." Vegeta answered.
Bonded? What do you mean?
"Well, she's my girlfriend, and I want to see her!" Yamcha yelled at Vegeta.
"And if you cared enough, you'd know that she doesn't want to see you," Vegeta retorted. "Now, go away." He shut the door in Yamcha's face and walked into the room where Bulma was.
The doorbell rang again. Both Bulma and Vegeta knew it was Yamcha, so Bulma stood up. She swayed from side to side a little and Vegeta put an arm around her, supporting her.
"You know," Bulma started. "I never could get rid of him. Maybe this will do the trick." Vegeta nodded and they walked to the door.
Bulma opened it to see Yamcha glaring at Vegeta. "What is it?" Bulma asked, annoyed.
"You look...awful!" Yamcha exclaimed. That was the wrong thing to say.
"WHAT?" Bulma screamed. She took a step towards Yamcha leaving Vegeta's grasp. "I do no-" She passed out again and both Yamcha and Vegeta reached out to catch her. Vegeta, of course, got there first.
"Go. Away." He said and lifted Bulma up. "She doesn't like you, now GO!" Again, he slammed the door in Yamcha's face. This time, Yamcha left.
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Vegeta! Bulma screamed. She had a gash on her back and blood all over her face. She was also hanging on the edge of a cliff, unable to hang on much longer. Help me! Vegeta was flying as fast as he could, but he was afraid (AN: yes, I said afraid.) he wouldn't make it in time.
Hold on! He yelled back and flew faster. He landed on the edge of the cliff and was about to lift her up when she lost her grip. "NO!" he yelled and dove after her.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! HELP!!" She screamed, falling ever faster. He flew under her and looped back up. She felt his arms lock around her and start to lift her up.
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Bulma woke up sweaty and gasping for breath. Vegeta was sitting on the edge of her bed staring at her.
"What happened...?" she asked, sitting up with Vegeta's help.
"You were yelling at Yamcha and passed out," he answered. "Then I put you on your bed and left the room. I heard you screaming and came up stairs."
"Is...Yamcha coming back?"
"I don't think so. He was pretty mad when he left."
"Oh, thank you!" Bulma hugged him. Slowly, he put his arms around her and she cried out in pain. He quickly took his arms away, thinking his grip had been to tight.
"What is it?"
"Not so tight, okay?" Bulma answered; he nodded. He was right.
Bulma looked over at the clock. It was 9:30 pm. She had been out for a while. Yamcha had come over at 8:00.
"Why were you screaming?" Vegeta asked.
"It was my dream," Bulma answered and explained her dream to him.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked. She shook her head and laid back down. Vegeta got up to leave but she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"No, please don't," she asked him. He sat back down on the bed.
"Why not?"
"I hate being alone," she answered. He nodded. "If you'd turn around, I'd like to get my pajamas on." He turned around for her and about 30 seconds later, she told him he could turn back around.
Bulma again laid down on her bed and Vegeta sat next to her. She had a king-sized bed and she was in the middle. She motioned for Vegeta to lay down so he could get some sleep, but he didn't move.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Do you have a capsule bed?" Vegeta asked. She nodded and started to get out of bed. But then she felt Vegeta's hand on her shoulder, forcing her to lay back down. "Just tell me where," he said.
"In my lab, in the closet on one of the shelves. It's number 4 or 5, you might want to bring both."
"Alright," he said and walked out of the room.
When he got to the lab, he opened the closet door and something fell out. Picking it up, he noticed it was Bulma's diary from a while ago. He opened to the first page and read:
I'm so exited! Tonight's my first date with Yamcha! He asked me out today and I couldn't say no. I have to go get dressed, but what should I wear? Oh well, I'll figure it out.
Disgusted, he turned a few pages and read about where Bulma and Chi-Chi had gone shopping that day. Then he skimmed pages about her dates with Yamcha in disgust until he found a page that had a spot of blood on it. The page read:
He turned on me today. Yamcha told me to leave him alone and then punched me in the face and fired ki blasts at me.
Then Vegeta came to the rescue. He seemed to appear out of nowhere and disappeared into thin air after knocking Yamcha out and making sure I wasn't too badly hurt. I guess he heard my screams of pain from his gravity machine.
Vegeta remembered this day like it was yesterday. He hadn't heard her screams, somehow, he had known something was wrong and went to see what it was.
He hated Yamcha for all the times he had hurt Bulma physically and mentally. He had still gotten her back after each time, too. Vegeta felt his ki rise at the thought and went on to the next page.
That's it! I'm done with Yamcha! He has hurt me too many times. Maybe I should go after...
The page had been torn off there, but he knew what it had said. It had said Vegeta.
He remembered that he was only supposed to bring a capsule bed. He grabbed the capsules she had said and ran back to her room.
"What took you so long?" Bulma asked as he walked back in.
"Nothing," he answered and laid on the bed after figuring out which capsule it was. He put the other capsule on Bulma's dresser and laid on the bed. It was a twin and somehow fit in Bulma's room with her bed, too.
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Next morning...
Bulma woke up to the sun on her face. She started to sit up but got a bad headache and laid back down. Looking over to where Vegeta had slept, she saw that the capsule bed was gone and so as Vegeta.
"Vegeta?" Bulma called. He walked into her room.
"Yes?"
"How long have you been up?"
"A while," he answered.
"Oh," Bulma sat up again but her headache came back. She ignored it and stood up.
"Feeling better?" Vegeta growled.
"Yes, I feel fine," Bulma lied.
"Don't lie, I know you have a headache."
"What? Hoe do you know?"
"I just do." With that, Vegeta walked out of Bulma's room and closed the door. She found some clothes and went to shower.
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Okay, next chapter coming as soon as I figure out what to do with it. Review please!
