Bulma looked at her appearance one last time in the mirror. Despite her "I'm all that" attitude, there were times that she wasn't at all sure of herself. However, now was not one of those times. She had on a beige blouse and matching slacks with a black tanktop. Her hair was pulled up in a loose braid, and she had on black pumps. No, not bad at all.
All in all, Bulma was very happy with herself, and her life. And she was happy with her relationship with Vegeta, she assured herelf. But she did get the occasional twang, knowing that the man she loved more than life itself could never return her feelings.
But that was better left un-dwelt upon. She accepted Vegeta's feelings or lack there of, as a part of him. He was to proud to change, and she was to proud to ask. Not only that, but she didn't want him to change, because if he did, he wouldn't be the man she'd fallen in love with over the past month.
Bulma checked her watch, and pushed her thoughts aside. It was almost time for Yamucha to pick her up.
Three days ago was the first time she'd spoken to her ex since the day of the storm. She had made it clear that he was not to be back in her life with her chilly words.
She was still very pissed at the guy for dumping her because she wouldn't have sex with him, and for cheating on her. But she had reluctantly agreed to go to a diner with him to talk.
Bulma grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs, and outside. Yamucha got there ten minutes late, and it was clear what he'd been doing by the suffocating purfume that surrounded him. He smiled at her benignly.
"Hey, Bulma-sweetness, didja miss me?"
"Actually, I've been so busy that I haven't really thought about you that much" she said with a cool smile.
Yamucha momentarily lost his, then it was back. "Shall we go?" he offered his arm, but she walked past him and got into the car herself. She wasn't comfortable making contact with him anymore.
The trip was made in silence. Once, Yamucha had tried to brush her leg while changing the music station, but she had jerked, and no further attempts had been made. Once at the diner, Yamucha flirted with their waitress, and when she was gone turned back to Bulma.
"Listen, Bulma-sweetness-"
"Don't call me that"
"-I've been thinking, and I realized that I made a mistake, giving you up, and I want you back" he leaned back expectantly.
Bulma slowly set down her tea. "Soo, what? Do you expect me to drop onto my knees andf thank you for 'wanting me back'? Well, I'm sorry mister, you blew it. The only kind of relationship we will have is one of friendship"
"Why are you so against this, Bulma-swee-?"
"I said not to call me that" she interrupted sharply.
Yamucha didn't understand. Every other time she had willingly taken him back. Unless...
"There's someone else, isn't there?" he said angrily.
Her hesitation was just long enough, "That's not the point. The point is that I have never loved you, really. I was only afraid of lonliness."
"Who is it? I'll kill them for taking my girl"
Bulma barked out a laugh at the thought of Yamucha getting anywhere near Vegeta.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Yamucha, that is none of your concern. Take me home now"
"Fine. There's nothing left to discuss anyway"
The ride back to Capsule Corp was as silent as the one to to the diner.
Yamucha walked her to the door, but as she was about to open it, he spun her around and kissed her. Hard. Bulma was paralized.
For about a millisecond. Before she started struggling. Just when she was about to give up, Yamucha was ripped from her, and flung into a tree.
"That was for kissing her without her consent" then he fired an seemingly effortless ki blast at the fallen guy. "That was for kissing my woman in the first place" he stood between Yamucha and Bulma, with his arms crossed.
"My woman?" Bulma said angrily.
"My woman?" Yamucha bellowed incredulously. "You mean you're sleeping with this scum? Oh I get it, you want to get in his good graces so he won't kill you when this is all over." he sneered, referring to the androids.
Vegeta was about to fire another blast, when Bulma put her hand on his forearm. "Nuh-uh, this time he insulted me" Vegeta nodded and backed off.
Yamucha looked around fearfully for a way out. Nothing was scarier than Bulma in a temper tantrum. Nothing.
After the tongue lashing she gave him, his ears turned red, and he drove away like a bat out of hell, Bulma throwing her two hundred dollar heels after him.
She turned back to see Vegeta smirking. "And what are you laughing at mister?" She said, her bluer than blue eyes spitting fire at him. "How dare you refer to me like I'm a-a-an OBJECT? You have no right to call me your woman when you could never love me!"
She fled to her room before the tears started falling, and threw herself onto the bed. She heard her terrace door open and said into her pillow. "Go away. You're not welcome here tonight." She thought she heard him sigh before he left, but dismissed it. Sighing would be a sign of weakness, and so it simply wouldn't be done.
Bulma laughed bitterly. She had promised herself when she was little that she would never fall for someone undeserving of her love, or that couldn't love her back. She eemed to have a fetish for breaking her own rules.
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Vegeta thought to himself as he flew aimlessly, before settling on a mountain. It was cold but he didn't give a rats ass about the weather right now. "No, woman, I never will feel that weak human emotion for you. But this-this is much further beyond that. This is far deeper than what you call 'love'.
He stayed there all night and watched the sunrise just because it was there. How did one go about apologizing for an action when they didn't even know what they had really done? "Blast it!" he knew the perfect person to tell him, since he seemed to be the expert at doing just that. "Kakarrot, you had better have answers"
Vegeta blew up half of the mountain he had just been sitting on. He knew he'd have to blow off some steam before dealing with Kakarrot and his insolent mate.
So, how'd you like it? Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I was reluctant to rewrite everything. Has enyone ever heard of "Rainbow Bright"? Well I flamed her stories, which really do deserve flaming (just go read one!) and, yeah, she bit my head off. So I sent her an e-mail telling her exactly how I felt, and I hope she gets the message. No one harrasses Princess Ona and their ears or eyes don't get burned from my scathing comments. So there. Sorry bout this but she really gets on my nerves.
All in all, Bulma was very happy with herself, and her life. And she was happy with her relationship with Vegeta, she assured herelf. But she did get the occasional twang, knowing that the man she loved more than life itself could never return her feelings.
But that was better left un-dwelt upon. She accepted Vegeta's feelings or lack there of, as a part of him. He was to proud to change, and she was to proud to ask. Not only that, but she didn't want him to change, because if he did, he wouldn't be the man she'd fallen in love with over the past month.
Bulma checked her watch, and pushed her thoughts aside. It was almost time for Yamucha to pick her up.
Three days ago was the first time she'd spoken to her ex since the day of the storm. She had made it clear that he was not to be back in her life with her chilly words.
She was still very pissed at the guy for dumping her because she wouldn't have sex with him, and for cheating on her. But she had reluctantly agreed to go to a diner with him to talk.
Bulma grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs, and outside. Yamucha got there ten minutes late, and it was clear what he'd been doing by the suffocating purfume that surrounded him. He smiled at her benignly.
"Hey, Bulma-sweetness, didja miss me?"
"Actually, I've been so busy that I haven't really thought about you that much" she said with a cool smile.
Yamucha momentarily lost his, then it was back. "Shall we go?" he offered his arm, but she walked past him and got into the car herself. She wasn't comfortable making contact with him anymore.
The trip was made in silence. Once, Yamucha had tried to brush her leg while changing the music station, but she had jerked, and no further attempts had been made. Once at the diner, Yamucha flirted with their waitress, and when she was gone turned back to Bulma.
"Listen, Bulma-sweetness-"
"Don't call me that"
"-I've been thinking, and I realized that I made a mistake, giving you up, and I want you back" he leaned back expectantly.
Bulma slowly set down her tea. "Soo, what? Do you expect me to drop onto my knees andf thank you for 'wanting me back'? Well, I'm sorry mister, you blew it. The only kind of relationship we will have is one of friendship"
"Why are you so against this, Bulma-swee-?"
"I said not to call me that" she interrupted sharply.
Yamucha didn't understand. Every other time she had willingly taken him back. Unless...
"There's someone else, isn't there?" he said angrily.
Her hesitation was just long enough, "That's not the point. The point is that I have never loved you, really. I was only afraid of lonliness."
"Who is it? I'll kill them for taking my girl"
Bulma barked out a laugh at the thought of Yamucha getting anywhere near Vegeta.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Yamucha, that is none of your concern. Take me home now"
"Fine. There's nothing left to discuss anyway"
The ride back to Capsule Corp was as silent as the one to to the diner.
Yamucha walked her to the door, but as she was about to open it, he spun her around and kissed her. Hard. Bulma was paralized.
For about a millisecond. Before she started struggling. Just when she was about to give up, Yamucha was ripped from her, and flung into a tree.
"That was for kissing her without her consent" then he fired an seemingly effortless ki blast at the fallen guy. "That was for kissing my woman in the first place" he stood between Yamucha and Bulma, with his arms crossed.
"My woman?" Bulma said angrily.
"My woman?" Yamucha bellowed incredulously. "You mean you're sleeping with this scum? Oh I get it, you want to get in his good graces so he won't kill you when this is all over." he sneered, referring to the androids.
Vegeta was about to fire another blast, when Bulma put her hand on his forearm. "Nuh-uh, this time he insulted me" Vegeta nodded and backed off.
Yamucha looked around fearfully for a way out. Nothing was scarier than Bulma in a temper tantrum. Nothing.
After the tongue lashing she gave him, his ears turned red, and he drove away like a bat out of hell, Bulma throwing her two hundred dollar heels after him.
She turned back to see Vegeta smirking. "And what are you laughing at mister?" She said, her bluer than blue eyes spitting fire at him. "How dare you refer to me like I'm a-a-an OBJECT? You have no right to call me your woman when you could never love me!"
She fled to her room before the tears started falling, and threw herself onto the bed. She heard her terrace door open and said into her pillow. "Go away. You're not welcome here tonight." She thought she heard him sigh before he left, but dismissed it. Sighing would be a sign of weakness, and so it simply wouldn't be done.
Bulma laughed bitterly. She had promised herself when she was little that she would never fall for someone undeserving of her love, or that couldn't love her back. She eemed to have a fetish for breaking her own rules.
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Vegeta thought to himself as he flew aimlessly, before settling on a mountain. It was cold but he didn't give a rats ass about the weather right now. "No, woman, I never will feel that weak human emotion for you. But this-this is much further beyond that. This is far deeper than what you call 'love'.
He stayed there all night and watched the sunrise just because it was there. How did one go about apologizing for an action when they didn't even know what they had really done? "Blast it!" he knew the perfect person to tell him, since he seemed to be the expert at doing just that. "Kakarrot, you had better have answers"
Vegeta blew up half of the mountain he had just been sitting on. He knew he'd have to blow off some steam before dealing with Kakarrot and his insolent mate.
So, how'd you like it? Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I was reluctant to rewrite everything. Has enyone ever heard of "Rainbow Bright"? Well I flamed her stories, which really do deserve flaming (just go read one!) and, yeah, she bit my head off. So I sent her an e-mail telling her exactly how I felt, and I hope she gets the message. No one harrasses Princess Ona and their ears or eyes don't get burned from my scathing comments. So there. Sorry bout this but she really gets on my nerves.