Falling Leaves
Final Chapter
"Stay home. Don't go out of doors."
Bulma read and re-read the note. She couldn't understand...why did Vegeta want her to stay home? Was it because he thought Takeshi Nitsubishi would be out to get her, and that if she ventured out, she'd be vulnerable? Or was it because he didn't want to come home to an empty house...an empty bed?
She placed the note in a drawer and opened the aspirin bottle. She took two aspirin pills, dry. Trunks started crying; most likely a wet diaper. She walked over to Trunks' crib and sure enough, a soiled diaper and a not-so-cheery baby greeted her.
"Good morning, little one," Bulma cooed, lifting out Trunks and placing him on the changing table. "Yuck," she said, making a face. She changed Trunks' diaper quickly, then began preparing a bottle of milk for him.
Someone was knocking on the door. Bulma, holding Trunks, went over to open it. Her mother, smiling, was at the door, a small package in her hands.
"Good morning, sweetie," Mrs. Briefs said, giving Trunks a kiss on his forehead. "Bulma, this came for you early this morning." She set the box on the floor, and took Trunks from her daughter. "You go on and open it," she said. "I'll feed Trunks his breakfast."
The box wasn't heavy. But Bulma was suspicious...could it be from Nitsubishi?
"Mother," she called. "I'm going to take this down to the lab...it might be something not so pleasant."
"You do that, dear," replied Mrs. Briefs. She sat down on the rocking chair, preparing to feed Trunks his bottle.
"You behave now," said Bulma to Trunks.
Trunks blew her a very wet raspberry.
Closing and locking the door securely behind her, Bulma took the box to the scanner on the North side of the lab.
She placed it on the belt and let it pass through the scanner. She looked at the monitor, where it would soon list the contents of the box.
"Listing Contents. Newspaper clippings. One sheet w/n sealed envelope. End of Contents."
'Newspaper clippings? A letter?' Bulma thought. "Computer," she said out loud. "Re-check to make sure there are no hazmats or explosives."
"None detected."
Bulma was intrigued. There was nothing this box that would hurt her. She took the box over to the cluttered desk and undid the brown paper wrapping. She checked the covering for any kind of writing. There was none; only her name and Capsule Corp. written on the front. Putting the wrapping aside, Bulma lifted the top portion of the box.
As the computer stated, a pile of newspaper clippings and an envelope were within the box. Bulma lifted the newspaper clippings...then dropped them in surprise.
It was her. Blurry, pixelated pictures of herself, covered in blood, her stomach round and sticking out sharply from her thin body sported the sixteen clippings. Shaking, Bulma opened the sealed envelope.
"Ms. Briefs--
You'll live to regret your mistake. Think these clippings are bad? If you don't want to go through another scandal, contact me.
--Your Friend"
Still shaking madly, Bulma looked at the clippings in shock and horror. Why hadn't her family told her about this? The headlines...the rumors...the lies...that didn't bother her. She knew, her family knew, her friends knew that it was all false. But the picture...Vegeta...
Vegeta.
He must've seen this picture. Sixteen clippings all from different newspapers and magazines. 'He must've seen this picture,' she thought. 'Is that why he came? Because he felt sorry me? Did he see my trying to take my life as a kind of desperate call? He came because I needed him...and not because he loves me?' Bulma was very, very confused. She didn't want Vegeta to feel sorry for her. She didn't want him to think she just needed him. Yes, she needed him...but she also needed his love. Sympathy was something she couldn't stand. Sympathy...
'Was that all it was? Was last night just...sympathy sex.....?'
Bulma stood up, crumpled up the clippings and the note and threw it into the trash. No! She was not going to accept charity sex from Vegeta. She didn't need him. She didn't! 'Stay home, huh? Don't go out of doors? Stay home so he can have me whenever he feels like it? Like hell!' she thought madly. 'I won't wait until Nitsubishi finds me. I'll find him! I'll sleep with Nitsubishi...it'll show Vegeta that I can get sex and don't need his charity. I'll make sure he disappears from my life!!' And with determination, Bulma marched upstairs.
"Another date?" Mrs. Briefs commented. "You're getting along well with young Mr. Nitsubishi then?"
Bulma wanted to do everything that Vegeta would hate. She would ignore his note and go out with Nitsubishi again. But she worried. What if he tried to get his hands on her again? She shook her head. 'No,' she thought, pulling on her spike heels. 'I'll get my hands on him first.'
"Bulma, are you alright?" Mrs. Briefs asked, concerned. Her daughter's face was full of some kind of odd determination she just couldn't comprehend.
"Mother," Bulma said, grabbing her purse. "Take care of Trunks for me. I might be late coming home." She gave her mother and Trunks light kisses.
A limo was waiting outside for her. She gritted her teeth and waited for the chaffeur to open the door. Takeshi Nitsubishi was inside, grinning.
After a rather stiff and polite dinner, the two headed back to the limo, approximately four hours later.
"You got my gift, then?" Nitsubishi asked. 'Gift?' she thought. But Bulma nodded.
"Good...I suppose you don't want another huge scandal like that...do you?" he went on.
Bulma blinked slowly. She really didn't care, but decided to play along with him. "Of course I don't...it would ruin me...completely uproot my social status within polite society," she answered, crossing her legs.
Nitsubishi stared and drew closer to Bulma. Bulma grimaced.
"You know what I want...right?" he whispered in her ear. She was completely disgusted. How could she even possibly think about sleeping with someone like him?
"Money?" she answered.
"No..." he said. "I've got money." He slipped his hand inside Bulma's blouse. She shuddered in pure disgust. She felt nauseated. But he thought she shuddered in anticipation.
"I see you're more cooperative tonight," he breatehd, his voice literally dripping with lust. He started to undo the buttons of her silk blouse.
"Wait," she said hurriedly. She had to get him to her bedroom. She reasoned Vegeta would come back that night...and she wanted him to see her having sex with this nasty fool. To show him that she didn't need him.
"What now?" he said, irritated.
"Let's go to my room," she said softly.
"I can fuck you fine here," he protested.
Bulma was starting to get impatient. "If you want me, you'll take me like a gentleman," she said. "You tried to rape me last night but I forgave you. That was a really hard thing to do. Don't you think you owe me at least this much?"
"I suppose," he grumbled. Frankly, he was very much surprised that she had come to him again, scandal or no scandal.
Bulma did not want to sleep with this man. But it had to be him. To show Vegeta that she'd rather have sex with someone who tried to rape her than have sex with him. There was something very, very odd in Bulma's logic, but people will often do and think strange things when they feel they are betrayed by someone they truly love...
Reluctantly, Bulma led Nitsubishi to her bedroom. She flicked on the lights; Trunks wasn't in his crib. She looked in and saw a note in her mother's handwriting, saying she took him in for the night. Nitsubishi came up behind her, feeling her breasts through her blouse. It took extreme will power not to throw him off of her. He forced her to turn around and started kissing her madly. All Bulma wanted to do was throw up. But she couldn't. She steeled herself and kissed him back. As much as she didn't want to, her hands started to rub the man's back.
"I can't take it anymore," he gasped. He pushed Bulma against the wall and hiked up her skirt. Bulma stared at the windows, which happened to be straight across from where they were standing. The leaves in the trees rustled from the breeze. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the shuddering leaves. It reminded too much of herself. Pitiful. Weak. Useless.
Nitsubishi was starting undo his belt and unzip his pants. She could feel his bulge. She felt even more nauseous.
But then...she felt nothing. Nitsubishi had stopped touching her. Bulma heard a slight gurgle...she opened her eyes in surprise.
Vegeta was holding Nitsubishi by his neck. The man was turning purple.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried. "What are you doing? Put--put him down!!" Vegeta threw Nitsubishi onto the floor. Nitsubishi gasped and clutched his throat.
"So this is what you do?" Vegeta said, his voice dangerously low. "Throw yourself at any man that comes your way?"
Bulma seethed. "What I do in my bedroom is none of your damned business," she yelled.
"Isn't he the guy that tried to rape you?" he went on. "So you don't care who or what you sleep with?"
"The only mistake I ever made," she screamed. "Was sleeping with you! You don't know how much I regret it!"
He slapped her.
Bulma clutched her cheek and looked at Vegeta through blurred eyes. "Oh, so now you're hitting me, too? Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" she sobbed.
Nitsubishi, still clutching his bruised throat, was slowly crawling towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" snarled Vegeta, pulling him up by his hair.
Screaming, Nitsubishi flailed his arms and legs. "Don't kill me!" he shrieked. Then he fainted, a dark spot forming in his pants.
Vegeta looked in disgust. He took Nitsubishi and threw him out the window, where he landed, awoke with a start, and limped hurriedly to his limo.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he choked. "Fucking raging lunatics! I'm never coming here again!"
The tires squealed shrilly as the limo made a very fast get-away.
"I didn't know you're attracted to cowards," Vegeta spat. He glared at Bulma, who was still sobbing in a heap on the floor.
She looked up, her face red and streaked with tears. "The only coward I know," she said through clenched teeth. "Is you."
Enraged, Vegeta grabbed the front of Bulma's blouse and yanked her to her feet.
"I," he said, shoving her against the wall, "am not a coward."
She laughed bitterly through her tears. "Not a coward?" she repeated, mockingly. "Who's the one that left me, because he was afraid of his own feelings? Who was the one that wanted me to have an abortion, because he was too scared of the outcome? Who was so afraid of falling in love that he ran away for months?"
Anger flashed through his eyes.
"And who's fault was it? You're the one that made me like this! How can you, one pitiful, weak human woman make me so damned confused?"
"My fault! How can it be my fault?"
"You're the one that came onto me that day in the gravity room!" he retorted. "Stripping off your clothes like that!"
"You didn't have to take it!" she yelled, beating his chest as hard as she could with her fists. "You took advantage of me! You knew I was lonely!"
Vegeta took her hands and pinned it against the wall.
"I did not take advantage of you! You threw yourself at me. It'd make more sense to say you took advantage of me!"
"I do not believe this!" Bulma cried. "You can't go pinning this all on me!"
"And yet you think it's ok for you to blame it all on me?"
"That's enough!" she screamed. "Get the hell out! Never, ever show your face here again! I don't want to see you! Ever! I'd rather have Nitsubishi screw my brains out any day! I'd rather do that than be in the same bed with you ever again! And that's where we'd be, if you hadn't interrupted!" Tears kept falling from her eyes and splashing down onto her crumpled blouse. Hot, angry tears kept falling, without any sign of stopping.
"Is that all you can think about?" he said, keeping her pinned to the wall. "Sex? You think that's the only reason I put up with your annoying ways?" He let go of her arms. They dropped to her sides.
"You don't care about me," she sobbed. "You never cared about me and you never will care about me. You don't want to learn to love me..."
"You're right," he said, in a low tone. "I don't love you. I never did care much about you. Sometimes, I even wish that I had killed you when I had the chance, back on Namek."
Bulma sobbed silently.
"All I wanted was a warm, soft body. Yours happened to be the closest and most available, so I took it. That's all you're to me. Just a warm body for me to screw whenever I feel like it."
Painful words. His words cut through her more painfully than when she had given birth to his son. She'd known it all along...always, the same fear...that same, gnawing fear. Going into Nitsubishi's arms...all a plot, she realized...not to show Vegeta she didn't care...but to see if she could make him jealous. To see if he'd come and see...to see if he'd show anger, to proclaim that he was the only man for her. He had shown anger, and even a sort of proclamation...but...it was different! Different from what she had hoped! It was so painful...the last, the smallest ray of hope now blacked out. Darkness. Even the light of denial...the artificial, falsely pleasant light of denial...was gone.
Heavy silence filled the room. Bulma stared outside. Leaves, rustling in the breeze. Shuddering, like she was shuddering, shaking, like she was shaking. Pitiful. Weak. Useless.
Tears stopped falling from her swollen eyes.
"I give up," she murmured, as if talking to herself. "It's no use...there's no more hope left." Her blue eyes stared past Vegeta, past the rustling leaves.
This time, it was he that felt searing pain. He looked at her eyes that didn't look back. He looked at her arms hanging lifelessly at her sides. He looked at her cheek, where an ugly, dark bruise was forming.
How much pain had he caused her? Physical pain. Emotional pain. He looked into her eyes again. Still staring past him...not seeing him. What was she seeing? Her face...her faced showed a sort of peace...as if some heavy burden had been lifted. Was he that burden?
Pain washed over him like waves. But for once, finally, he knew what this pain was. He knew where it came from. He was no longer confused.
Bulma did truly feel as if she was at ease now. She no longer had to worry about whether Vegeta would ever come to love her. She knew he wouldn't. It no longer bothered her. He was something beyond her. Something she couldn't have. There was no more pain. There was no more of anything.
Warm, rough lips touched hers. Warm, strong arms encircled her in a tight embrace. A warm, tender voice whispered,
"Don't ever give up."
Bulma blinked slowly, almost sleepily.
Vegeta looked into her strangely distant eyes. Where had she gone?
"I love you."
Startled, Bulma turned her head and looked in his eyes.
"What did you say?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, he kissed her deeply, so there was no need for him to repeat it again.
Suddenly, Bulma's world became brighter.
Leaves rustled, gently stirred by the breeze. One, by one, leaves fell, swirling and dancing, as if the wind was playing a strange, yet enticing melody. Falling leaves flew past the window, but Bulma and Vegeta never noticed. They were lost in a world of their own.
The end.
Author's Notes:
YAAAAAAAY IT'S FINISHED!!!! It wasn't very lemony at all, but there's a reason for that.
I hope you guys liked it. I enjoyed writing it, although I was afraid that I'd get very negative feedback! Thanks to all you peeps who gave me excellent reviews and gave me the reason to go on with this 'fic. Thanks again, you guys! ;___; I will make a special lemon chapter, for you lemon fans. But it might take awhile. For some reason, I find it hard to write lemons, but especially lemons that are about Bulma and Vegeta! But I also wanted to keep this 'fic rated R and not NC-17...the special lemon 'fic will be NC-17.
I will write a new series, a Trunks and Pan/Goten and Bra series, called "Simplicity and Sexuality, Sensibility and Sensuality," starting tomorrow. It's going to be angsty and pretty sexy...because it's not so bad writing lemons that involve them! ^_^ The whole series may be NC-17, but that depends on whether you guys want it NC-17 or not. If not, I'll keep it PG-13 or R, then write special lemon "side stories."
In Chapter two, I sometimes wrote "Nitsubishi Takeshi" and then "Takeshi Nitsubishi." In Japan, family name comes first...(like Irie Yurika) but in America first name comes first and...wah! I'll fix it soon. I really enjoyed kicking Nitsubishi's ass in the story. And I enjoyed making him make an ass of himself, too!
This chapter was extremely difficult to write. Did you know that this is the second chapter three I wrote? I actually put up a totally different chapter up, for maybe two minutes. Then I read it, realized it TOTALLY sucked, and took it down. That's why this chapter took so long to go up.
But anyway, thank you to those peeps who enjoy my fanfics! I hope you'll continue reading! Good day and God bless.
-Irie Yurika
Final Chapter
"Stay home. Don't go out of doors."
Bulma read and re-read the note. She couldn't understand...why did Vegeta want her to stay home? Was it because he thought Takeshi Nitsubishi would be out to get her, and that if she ventured out, she'd be vulnerable? Or was it because he didn't want to come home to an empty house...an empty bed?
She placed the note in a drawer and opened the aspirin bottle. She took two aspirin pills, dry. Trunks started crying; most likely a wet diaper. She walked over to Trunks' crib and sure enough, a soiled diaper and a not-so-cheery baby greeted her.
"Good morning, little one," Bulma cooed, lifting out Trunks and placing him on the changing table. "Yuck," she said, making a face. She changed Trunks' diaper quickly, then began preparing a bottle of milk for him.
Someone was knocking on the door. Bulma, holding Trunks, went over to open it. Her mother, smiling, was at the door, a small package in her hands.
"Good morning, sweetie," Mrs. Briefs said, giving Trunks a kiss on his forehead. "Bulma, this came for you early this morning." She set the box on the floor, and took Trunks from her daughter. "You go on and open it," she said. "I'll feed Trunks his breakfast."
The box wasn't heavy. But Bulma was suspicious...could it be from Nitsubishi?
"Mother," she called. "I'm going to take this down to the lab...it might be something not so pleasant."
"You do that, dear," replied Mrs. Briefs. She sat down on the rocking chair, preparing to feed Trunks his bottle.
"You behave now," said Bulma to Trunks.
Trunks blew her a very wet raspberry.
Closing and locking the door securely behind her, Bulma took the box to the scanner on the North side of the lab.
She placed it on the belt and let it pass through the scanner. She looked at the monitor, where it would soon list the contents of the box.
"Listing Contents. Newspaper clippings. One sheet w/n sealed envelope. End of Contents."
'Newspaper clippings? A letter?' Bulma thought. "Computer," she said out loud. "Re-check to make sure there are no hazmats or explosives."
"None detected."
Bulma was intrigued. There was nothing this box that would hurt her. She took the box over to the cluttered desk and undid the brown paper wrapping. She checked the covering for any kind of writing. There was none; only her name and Capsule Corp. written on the front. Putting the wrapping aside, Bulma lifted the top portion of the box.
As the computer stated, a pile of newspaper clippings and an envelope were within the box. Bulma lifted the newspaper clippings...then dropped them in surprise.
It was her. Blurry, pixelated pictures of herself, covered in blood, her stomach round and sticking out sharply from her thin body sported the sixteen clippings. Shaking, Bulma opened the sealed envelope.
"Ms. Briefs--
You'll live to regret your mistake. Think these clippings are bad? If you don't want to go through another scandal, contact me.
--Your Friend"
Still shaking madly, Bulma looked at the clippings in shock and horror. Why hadn't her family told her about this? The headlines...the rumors...the lies...that didn't bother her. She knew, her family knew, her friends knew that it was all false. But the picture...Vegeta...
Vegeta.
He must've seen this picture. Sixteen clippings all from different newspapers and magazines. 'He must've seen this picture,' she thought. 'Is that why he came? Because he felt sorry me? Did he see my trying to take my life as a kind of desperate call? He came because I needed him...and not because he loves me?' Bulma was very, very confused. She didn't want Vegeta to feel sorry for her. She didn't want him to think she just needed him. Yes, she needed him...but she also needed his love. Sympathy was something she couldn't stand. Sympathy...
'Was that all it was? Was last night just...sympathy sex.....?'
Bulma stood up, crumpled up the clippings and the note and threw it into the trash. No! She was not going to accept charity sex from Vegeta. She didn't need him. She didn't! 'Stay home, huh? Don't go out of doors? Stay home so he can have me whenever he feels like it? Like hell!' she thought madly. 'I won't wait until Nitsubishi finds me. I'll find him! I'll sleep with Nitsubishi...it'll show Vegeta that I can get sex and don't need his charity. I'll make sure he disappears from my life!!' And with determination, Bulma marched upstairs.
"Another date?" Mrs. Briefs commented. "You're getting along well with young Mr. Nitsubishi then?"
Bulma wanted to do everything that Vegeta would hate. She would ignore his note and go out with Nitsubishi again. But she worried. What if he tried to get his hands on her again? She shook her head. 'No,' she thought, pulling on her spike heels. 'I'll get my hands on him first.'
"Bulma, are you alright?" Mrs. Briefs asked, concerned. Her daughter's face was full of some kind of odd determination she just couldn't comprehend.
"Mother," Bulma said, grabbing her purse. "Take care of Trunks for me. I might be late coming home." She gave her mother and Trunks light kisses.
A limo was waiting outside for her. She gritted her teeth and waited for the chaffeur to open the door. Takeshi Nitsubishi was inside, grinning.
After a rather stiff and polite dinner, the two headed back to the limo, approximately four hours later.
"You got my gift, then?" Nitsubishi asked. 'Gift?' she thought. But Bulma nodded.
"Good...I suppose you don't want another huge scandal like that...do you?" he went on.
Bulma blinked slowly. She really didn't care, but decided to play along with him. "Of course I don't...it would ruin me...completely uproot my social status within polite society," she answered, crossing her legs.
Nitsubishi stared and drew closer to Bulma. Bulma grimaced.
"You know what I want...right?" he whispered in her ear. She was completely disgusted. How could she even possibly think about sleeping with someone like him?
"Money?" she answered.
"No..." he said. "I've got money." He slipped his hand inside Bulma's blouse. She shuddered in pure disgust. She felt nauseated. But he thought she shuddered in anticipation.
"I see you're more cooperative tonight," he breatehd, his voice literally dripping with lust. He started to undo the buttons of her silk blouse.
"Wait," she said hurriedly. She had to get him to her bedroom. She reasoned Vegeta would come back that night...and she wanted him to see her having sex with this nasty fool. To show him that she didn't need him.
"What now?" he said, irritated.
"Let's go to my room," she said softly.
"I can fuck you fine here," he protested.
Bulma was starting to get impatient. "If you want me, you'll take me like a gentleman," she said. "You tried to rape me last night but I forgave you. That was a really hard thing to do. Don't you think you owe me at least this much?"
"I suppose," he grumbled. Frankly, he was very much surprised that she had come to him again, scandal or no scandal.
Bulma did not want to sleep with this man. But it had to be him. To show Vegeta that she'd rather have sex with someone who tried to rape her than have sex with him. There was something very, very odd in Bulma's logic, but people will often do and think strange things when they feel they are betrayed by someone they truly love...
Reluctantly, Bulma led Nitsubishi to her bedroom. She flicked on the lights; Trunks wasn't in his crib. She looked in and saw a note in her mother's handwriting, saying she took him in for the night. Nitsubishi came up behind her, feeling her breasts through her blouse. It took extreme will power not to throw him off of her. He forced her to turn around and started kissing her madly. All Bulma wanted to do was throw up. But she couldn't. She steeled herself and kissed him back. As much as she didn't want to, her hands started to rub the man's back.
"I can't take it anymore," he gasped. He pushed Bulma against the wall and hiked up her skirt. Bulma stared at the windows, which happened to be straight across from where they were standing. The leaves in the trees rustled from the breeze. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the shuddering leaves. It reminded too much of herself. Pitiful. Weak. Useless.
Nitsubishi was starting undo his belt and unzip his pants. She could feel his bulge. She felt even more nauseous.
But then...she felt nothing. Nitsubishi had stopped touching her. Bulma heard a slight gurgle...she opened her eyes in surprise.
Vegeta was holding Nitsubishi by his neck. The man was turning purple.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried. "What are you doing? Put--put him down!!" Vegeta threw Nitsubishi onto the floor. Nitsubishi gasped and clutched his throat.
"So this is what you do?" Vegeta said, his voice dangerously low. "Throw yourself at any man that comes your way?"
Bulma seethed. "What I do in my bedroom is none of your damned business," she yelled.
"Isn't he the guy that tried to rape you?" he went on. "So you don't care who or what you sleep with?"
"The only mistake I ever made," she screamed. "Was sleeping with you! You don't know how much I regret it!"
He slapped her.
Bulma clutched her cheek and looked at Vegeta through blurred eyes. "Oh, so now you're hitting me, too? Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" she sobbed.
Nitsubishi, still clutching his bruised throat, was slowly crawling towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" snarled Vegeta, pulling him up by his hair.
Screaming, Nitsubishi flailed his arms and legs. "Don't kill me!" he shrieked. Then he fainted, a dark spot forming in his pants.
Vegeta looked in disgust. He took Nitsubishi and threw him out the window, where he landed, awoke with a start, and limped hurriedly to his limo.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he choked. "Fucking raging lunatics! I'm never coming here again!"
The tires squealed shrilly as the limo made a very fast get-away.
"I didn't know you're attracted to cowards," Vegeta spat. He glared at Bulma, who was still sobbing in a heap on the floor.
She looked up, her face red and streaked with tears. "The only coward I know," she said through clenched teeth. "Is you."
Enraged, Vegeta grabbed the front of Bulma's blouse and yanked her to her feet.
"I," he said, shoving her against the wall, "am not a coward."
She laughed bitterly through her tears. "Not a coward?" she repeated, mockingly. "Who's the one that left me, because he was afraid of his own feelings? Who was the one that wanted me to have an abortion, because he was too scared of the outcome? Who was so afraid of falling in love that he ran away for months?"
Anger flashed through his eyes.
"And who's fault was it? You're the one that made me like this! How can you, one pitiful, weak human woman make me so damned confused?"
"My fault! How can it be my fault?"
"You're the one that came onto me that day in the gravity room!" he retorted. "Stripping off your clothes like that!"
"You didn't have to take it!" she yelled, beating his chest as hard as she could with her fists. "You took advantage of me! You knew I was lonely!"
Vegeta took her hands and pinned it against the wall.
"I did not take advantage of you! You threw yourself at me. It'd make more sense to say you took advantage of me!"
"I do not believe this!" Bulma cried. "You can't go pinning this all on me!"
"And yet you think it's ok for you to blame it all on me?"
"That's enough!" she screamed. "Get the hell out! Never, ever show your face here again! I don't want to see you! Ever! I'd rather have Nitsubishi screw my brains out any day! I'd rather do that than be in the same bed with you ever again! And that's where we'd be, if you hadn't interrupted!" Tears kept falling from her eyes and splashing down onto her crumpled blouse. Hot, angry tears kept falling, without any sign of stopping.
"Is that all you can think about?" he said, keeping her pinned to the wall. "Sex? You think that's the only reason I put up with your annoying ways?" He let go of her arms. They dropped to her sides.
"You don't care about me," she sobbed. "You never cared about me and you never will care about me. You don't want to learn to love me..."
"You're right," he said, in a low tone. "I don't love you. I never did care much about you. Sometimes, I even wish that I had killed you when I had the chance, back on Namek."
Bulma sobbed silently.
"All I wanted was a warm, soft body. Yours happened to be the closest and most available, so I took it. That's all you're to me. Just a warm body for me to screw whenever I feel like it."
Painful words. His words cut through her more painfully than when she had given birth to his son. She'd known it all along...always, the same fear...that same, gnawing fear. Going into Nitsubishi's arms...all a plot, she realized...not to show Vegeta she didn't care...but to see if she could make him jealous. To see if he'd come and see...to see if he'd show anger, to proclaim that he was the only man for her. He had shown anger, and even a sort of proclamation...but...it was different! Different from what she had hoped! It was so painful...the last, the smallest ray of hope now blacked out. Darkness. Even the light of denial...the artificial, falsely pleasant light of denial...was gone.
Heavy silence filled the room. Bulma stared outside. Leaves, rustling in the breeze. Shuddering, like she was shuddering, shaking, like she was shaking. Pitiful. Weak. Useless.
Tears stopped falling from her swollen eyes.
"I give up," she murmured, as if talking to herself. "It's no use...there's no more hope left." Her blue eyes stared past Vegeta, past the rustling leaves.
This time, it was he that felt searing pain. He looked at her eyes that didn't look back. He looked at her arms hanging lifelessly at her sides. He looked at her cheek, where an ugly, dark bruise was forming.
How much pain had he caused her? Physical pain. Emotional pain. He looked into her eyes again. Still staring past him...not seeing him. What was she seeing? Her face...her faced showed a sort of peace...as if some heavy burden had been lifted. Was he that burden?
Pain washed over him like waves. But for once, finally, he knew what this pain was. He knew where it came from. He was no longer confused.
Bulma did truly feel as if she was at ease now. She no longer had to worry about whether Vegeta would ever come to love her. She knew he wouldn't. It no longer bothered her. He was something beyond her. Something she couldn't have. There was no more pain. There was no more of anything.
Warm, rough lips touched hers. Warm, strong arms encircled her in a tight embrace. A warm, tender voice whispered,
"Don't ever give up."
Bulma blinked slowly, almost sleepily.
Vegeta looked into her strangely distant eyes. Where had she gone?
"I love you."
Startled, Bulma turned her head and looked in his eyes.
"What did you say?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, he kissed her deeply, so there was no need for him to repeat it again.
Suddenly, Bulma's world became brighter.
Leaves rustled, gently stirred by the breeze. One, by one, leaves fell, swirling and dancing, as if the wind was playing a strange, yet enticing melody. Falling leaves flew past the window, but Bulma and Vegeta never noticed. They were lost in a world of their own.
The end.
Author's Notes:
YAAAAAAAY IT'S FINISHED!!!! It wasn't very lemony at all, but there's a reason for that.
I hope you guys liked it. I enjoyed writing it, although I was afraid that I'd get very negative feedback! Thanks to all you peeps who gave me excellent reviews and gave me the reason to go on with this 'fic. Thanks again, you guys! ;___; I will make a special lemon chapter, for you lemon fans. But it might take awhile. For some reason, I find it hard to write lemons, but especially lemons that are about Bulma and Vegeta! But I also wanted to keep this 'fic rated R and not NC-17...the special lemon 'fic will be NC-17.
I will write a new series, a Trunks and Pan/Goten and Bra series, called "Simplicity and Sexuality, Sensibility and Sensuality," starting tomorrow. It's going to be angsty and pretty sexy...because it's not so bad writing lemons that involve them! ^_^ The whole series may be NC-17, but that depends on whether you guys want it NC-17 or not. If not, I'll keep it PG-13 or R, then write special lemon "side stories."
In Chapter two, I sometimes wrote "Nitsubishi Takeshi" and then "Takeshi Nitsubishi." In Japan, family name comes first...(like Irie Yurika) but in America first name comes first and...wah! I'll fix it soon. I really enjoyed kicking Nitsubishi's ass in the story. And I enjoyed making him make an ass of himself, too!
This chapter was extremely difficult to write. Did you know that this is the second chapter three I wrote? I actually put up a totally different chapter up, for maybe two minutes. Then I read it, realized it TOTALLY sucked, and took it down. That's why this chapter took so long to go up.
But anyway, thank you to those peeps who enjoy my fanfics! I hope you'll continue reading! Good day and God bless.
-Irie Yurika