Elizabeth Knight
Chapter 5
Vegeta paced the house like any angry caged lion. He walked back and forth, back and forth across the living room floor. He hadn't been to practice with the guys in a week, since Goku had embarrassed him and Bulma was driving him insane! He couldn't fathom how Yamcha would ever want her back to begin with. The inactivity was doing it's job on him as well. He was frustrated beyond his normal tolerance level. He stormed to the staircase and took the steps two at a time just to give him something to do. He was passing the doorway to Trilku's room when he spotted a teddy bear Ally had bought him in the floor. His son.... he missed him dreadfully. He looked around the quiet room and noticed all the little toys scattered about and his cloths and shoes. All so small, but larger than the ones he remembered. Time had slipped by him so quickly and he hadn't noticed anything besides his training. His little boy was growing up under his nose and without his permission!! Since when did things start going on without his permission in his own house anyway. He threw down the stuffed animal and stalked across the hall to his own room. The one he shared with his wife. The one he shared with Ally. Since when had he stopped looking at her as a person and started looking at her as if she were an object he owned? He walked over to their dresser and picked up one of just a very few bottles of perfume. This one was his favorite. She used to wear it all the time, and still did on special occasions. An all consuming jealousy gripped him, and he gently replaced the bottle before he hurled it across the room. Stalking back out of his room, he went back down stairs to pace the living room floor some more. A sense of urgency welled up inside him. He had to get out and do something.
Vegeta walked out side and took off into the night sky, flying as fast as he could to feed the burning inside him. He didn't know where he was going, wasn't paying attention, until he recognized the house up ahead. Kakarrott's house. What was he doing here? Was he mad or insane? A terrible pain welled up in his heart and he tried to turn away from it, tried to turn back, but he couldn't. He flew closer until he was right outside her window. Memories of a different time when they had first met clouded his mind.
She'd been only a snip it of a girl, but even then he hadn't been able to keep her from invading his mind and heart. She'd tortured him until he'd given in. He could still remember the feel of her hand sliding down his ribs. The side she'd thought he hurt but hadn't. It had been an excuse to bring her back to his side and save his pride. He hadn't meant to send her racing away from his kisses with tears in her eyes. Something inside had beckoned him to her side even then, only he hadn't known what it was at the time. He'd followed that irritable pet cloud of her's all the way here. She'd been thrown across the bed and shaking with silent sobs. That time he'd knocked before letting himself into her room through the unlocked window.
He looked at her sitting up in her childhood bed, her knees drawn to her chest, and her head bowed. Again he tried to turn away but couldn't. He saw her shoulders shake and knew when that very familiar pain tore at his chest that it was hers. He knew why he was here. Her subconscience had called him, and drew him to her in her time of desperation. It was a sign of their oneness. That special bond they shared.
She had lied to him. He'd thought she didn't love him anymore, that there was someone else, but here was proof that she still cared. He hadn't wanted to believe it, but it was true, and he still didn't know why. He couldn't understand if she really cared why she'd leave.
He reached for the window, but suddenly she looked up. Wiping the tears away that stained her cheeks and ran down the end of her nose, She looked towards the door and seemed to be saying something. It hurt to see the evidence of her pain. Vegeta turned his head and listened.
"Hunny? Are you alright?" ChiChi asked hauntingly from the other side of the door.
"Yes. I'm...I'm fine." Ally answered. "Really Mom. It's OK."
"Alright dear, but if you need us we're just down the hall."
"I know."
"Ok then." and with that Chi turned away down the hall back to her room.
Ally through her body across the bed and her face into the pillow, and this time he could hear her sobs. It was too much. He threw open the window much the same as he had the first time, and came in. Her head snapped up and her eyes flew open.
Oh my kami she thought. He stood motionless in the window. Her thoughts had summoned the devil himself. "V..V...Vegeta?"
"I had damn well better be." He grunted. This time she made no move to wipe away the tears. She was frozen with an unknown terror. There was no hint of kindness in his gruff voice. He'd sounded angry and harsh. She held her breath ready to scream when he made to move across the floor to her. She turned to run from him, but he was faster. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her about to face him pulling her up against him in the process. She didn't have time to scream as his mouth swooped down to swallow it in a heated kiss where his tongue ravished her mouth. It was an angry kiss that she had put him through so many horrible nights when he knew now she had suffered so many herself. He was angry she had kept them apart and withheld herself when he'd needed her. It was a kiss of frustration and hurt, and it went on and on. He heard her sigh and noticed she was clinging to him. It was as if he were her only lifeline to this world keeping her here.
Awareness began to sink back into his wayward mind, and he began to pick up on little details he'd missed before. Vegeta could feel her spiky eyelashes and wet cheeks. He didn't have to look when he ran his hand down her back and encountered only skin to know she wasn't dressed in a nightgown. His body began to burn, and he felt every curve of her body melt into him. Suddenly he knew it had been too long since he'd held her, too long since he'd cuddled next to her and way to long since he'd made love to her. Love? Yes, he loved her. He knew he did, and he couldn't live without her. He was nothing but a vessel of anger and intense violence without her, and now....he needed to show her NOW.
He was burning up and his mind and all his senses were consumed by her. He could smell her sweet scent and taste her salty tears when he kissed her face. He could feel her sway into him, and hear her erratically beating heart. When she opened her eyes he saw the pain of loneliness and signs of sleepless nights of lasting misery so much like his own had been, and he had to make it right. He'd show her.
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When he awoke she was gone. He sat up startled and worried. She was standing next to the window in a silken robe of black with a green dragon embroidered on the back. It was HIS!! He got up silently to go over to her. Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her hair.
"Come home." he whispered close to her ear.
"I can't." She'd made up her mind she wouldn't leave until this stubborn man admitted he loved her. She needed to know for sure. Vegeta stiffened behind her, his arms falling away from her. It was as if someone had thrown ice water on him.
"I see." He replied backing away.
"Do you?" she asked. "Do you really?"
"Yes. You've managed to make a fool of me once more." he spat.
He watched her eyes widened, then grew hurt. He wasn't going to stand around any longer. He made his way back to the bed and picked his cloths off the floor.
Ally fought to keep the wretched sob from bursting its way out. She clutched her chest and felt as if her heart were about to explode. It hurt so badly she couldn't breath. He was going to leave and she was going to wither up and die.
"Damn it woman !!!" He roared. "Why!!!" The surge of pain had left him breathless and momentarily stunned. He didn't understand.
Ally wouldn't speak, couldn't speak.
He pulled her to him and gathered her into his arms He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on her thoughts and not the pain.
*Say it!* she pleaded. *Tell Me!!*
Say what? What did she want to hear?
*I need him to say it. I love him so much. Doesn't he love me? Please don't leave me!!* The sob tore from her chest and tears streamed down her face. *Tell me you love me.* she whispered in her mind. The thought was so powerful it was like it reverberated off the walls of an empty canyon.
Fool woman. How could she not know! After the evening of love making into the wee hours of the morning only just a short while ago, how could she not know? They hadn't spoken out loud but there was no need to. Each caress, each kiss, each desperate movement had said how much they cared. Then they'd joined and become one in the shower of fireworks that had finally exploded between them. How could she not know?
But she didn't know. The way her thoughts were begging him now, the way she had looked at him a moment ago, how he'd felt she wanted and was waiting for him to say something for days now all proved she didn't know if he loved her or not.
"You fool woman! You blind, blind fool! How could you not know?" he raged out loud. He saw her flinch and shrink back from his rage.
The look she gave him was pleading. "How can I? Sometimes I think maybe....and sometimes....When you say lo...When you say it's a weakness not to be bothered with I don't know anymore. You say you don't need anyone."
He turned away to think. Had he said that to her? He had. He remembered. All those hours of training and all the hours and miles away from her for so long. Had she thought he didn't need her, didn't care anymore? She must or it wouldn't mean so much to hear him say it. Had she been so confused that she hadn't recognized all the little hints he'd let drop?
Ally watched him turn his back on her. She'd promised herself this morning she wouldn't cry if he left, but she hadn't thought it would hurt this much to know he didn't love her anymore. She'd been afraid of this all along. What if's. She'd known altering their course of future was wrong. What if things were still destined to be the same weather or not she was there or not? Now she was going to have a very lonely existence in this place.
When he turned back around to look at her standing there, she sat up and looked at him full in the face, not trying to hide her pain. Through the air the thought went that she'd been trying so hard not to let surface and to hide for so long now. In her moment of weakness she'd thought the one thought she'd hidden in the deepest part of her soul. When Vegeta's eyes widened, she knew he'd heard it loud and clear. She'd suspected perhaps he could read her mind, but she didn't know for sure. Until now. The question she'd hidden and protected so well, he now knew. She'd thought her heart had known the answer and it would shrivel up in pain. She hadn't wanted an answer then and didn't want to face it now.
What if he loved Bulma now?
As the sun came over the hill and spilt into the room, a light came on as bright as ever as like outside the answer dawned on him. Of course she hadn't seen his acts of love as they were because she was blinded by jealousy. His precious Ally had been jealous and hurt and he hadn't known. HE hadn't picked up on all the subtle questions and hints SHE'D dropped. Now he knew! How wonderful it felt to know there wasn't anyone else, she loved him, and was jealous. Eyes still locked, she watched him cock one eyebrow and….SMILE???
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