TITLE: Chapter Four - Kiss Goodbye
NOTE: This song, if you don't know, is by Nu Flavor. I cut out some parts, like repeat choruses, so that the fic would flow better. I got these lyrics from some web page or other so please don't blame me for any mistakes in the lyrics. Hope you enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I make no money from these fics. I am in no way related to the creators of DBZ or the composers/singers of these songs. If I were, I wouldn't be so broke all the time. ^_^
"Let go of me Vegeta! You're hurting me."
Vegeta turned around, his eyes blazing through her physical body and ripping through her soul. Wordlessly, he released his vice-like grip on her arm. Before she could thank him, he scooped her into his arms and took to the air.
Bulma attempted to protest against his actions but found that she had difficulty trying to breath as their height increased and the precious supply of air lessened with the increasing atmospheric pressure. Sensing her struggle for air, Vegeta flew closer to the ground, knowing there would be more air for her there.
He couldn't understand what he was doing and didn't want to answer any questions. He just knew that he didn't like seeing her with her arms wrapped around that human's arm. He didn't want to talk, didn't want to think. All he wanted to do was fly forever with his woman in his arms. His woman? What was he thinking? Since when did he have a woman? Since when did the Prince of all Saiyans have a weak, human, woman?
'Can somebody tell me when
I might feel like myself again
And how long will it be
Till I can face this reality'
Vegeta felt Bulma shuddering in his arms and briefly wondered why. His first thought was that she was still suffering from lack of air, or worse, that she feared him. Looking at her told him otherwise as he felt a wave of relief wash over him, realizing that she was just cold. He had forgotten how weak these Earthlings were.
Extending his ki shield so that it encompassed the little woman in his arms, he felt her shaking subside. He looked down at her face, wondering what she was thinking. He wasn't shocked to discover that she was staring right back at him, her sky-blue eyes silently questioning his actions and motives. The anger and wonder was there, that much Vegeta could tell. However, there was something else as well. He just couldn't decipher it.
Slowly, Vegeta glided to a stop near a frozen lake. Gently, he put Bulma down. His eyes looked into her's and her's into his.
*****
'My friends are calling
And I can't get out of bed
Because I'm so afraid
That the tears will start to fall again'
The phone rang, waking Vegeta out of his unfruitful slumber. He had an urge to destroy it to bits but did nothing knowing that it would enrage his hosts. Remembering the events of the previous night, he closed his eyes and wished to disappear off the face of the planet.
Why did he, of all creatures, have to be plagued with these emotions? Who so hated him in the afterlife that would curse him with such an uncontrollable, unbeatable foe such as love? Moaning, the Saiyan prince flipped onto his back and threw a pillow over his head. He knew he should be training for the upcoming battle against the androids, but he couldn't and didn't want to get up.
"Hey Vegeta!"
Vegeta groaned as he recognized the all-too-familiar voice of Kakkarot. What did the baka want at this hour of the day? What hour was it anyway?
"Go away Kakkarot."
"Aww. Come on Vegeta. Can't you be nice for once?"
"Why would I be nice Kakkarot?" Vegeta pulled his pillow harder against his ears, hoping against hope that it would drown out the voice of his arch-nemesis.
"I was nice enough to come check up on you and you're being such a grouch."
"What do you mean, 'check up on me'? I'm not a child. I don't need anyone looking after me."
Kakkarot grinned at him, oblivious to the fact that Vegeta wanted him as far away as possible. "Gee Vegeta. I was just worried 'cause it's early afternoon and I didn't feel your usual flux of ki. You know, you're usually up and training by now."
Vegeta sat bolt upright on his bed. Late afternoon? Had he slept that long? Impossible! Turning to the phone beside him, he stared gloomily down at the digits it showed. It read 1:45 p.m. Groaning again, Vegeta let himself fall back onto the bed.
He no longer cared what time it was or how powerful anyone was. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. Not after last night. What did it matter if the androids destroyed the planet? It wasn't like he had anything to live for.
"I'm fine Kakkarot. Just leave me alone."
Sensing the Saiyan Prince's despair, Goku removed himself from the room, hoping that his friend would be alright. Not long after he left, Vegeta buried his face in the pillow, allowing himself to cry over love for the first time in his life.
*****
'So why can't I stay
Oh what can I do
Baby can't you see that I'm missing you
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to hide
And you know it's killing me up inside'
As Vegeta awoke for the second time that day, the evening shadows were lengthening in his room. He had slept for almost an entire day, yet he didn't care. His mind was whirling with possibilities both inconceivable and probable.
He couldn't stay at the Brief's household any longer. His heart wouldn't let him and he knew he would go insane if he did. He had to get away from her, yet he couldn't leave the planet. This much he knew. Despite his newfound hatred of life, he would not abandon a cause he had trained so hard for.
He couldn't let the androids destroy the Earth, even if it had no value to him. He would defeat them, just to prove to himself that he was the most powerful warrior in the universe. He would train harder, relentlessly until he was the supreme being of all that lived. He would become stronger than even Kakkarot. He would preserve what little he had of his pride. He may have lost in the battle of love, but he would win in the war of warriors.
Without hesitation, Vegeta flew out the window, headed to a destination which, as of yet, remained unknown to him. He didn't see her eyes watching him from her own window as he flew away. He didn't see her tear stained face, an obvious sign of her own internal struggle. He didn't hear her whisper those three words he so longed to hear.
"I love you."
*****
'Everytime we were together
And I feel your loving arms around me
Thought that we would last forever
But I'm alone tonight'
Bulma too, hadn't left her room all day. She didn't want to face the world, didn't want to see anyone or answer any questions. She had hid in her room, declaring herself unwell and denying any visitors.
She watched as Vegeta flew away, knowing with all her heart that he wouldn't be coming back this time. He had opened his heart to her, and she had turned him away. She rested her head on her arms, silent tears cascading down her face, wondering why she had done and said what she had said the previous night. Why had she been so stupid? What had possessed her to break his pride and his heart like that?
All she wanted at this moment was to have a second chance at last night. She hadn't meant what she had said. Why couldn't she turn back time for just one night?
*****
'And I'm begging please
Give us one more time
You know we were so good together
Girl I need a kiss
Not a kiss goodbye
And love me
Now until forever
Like a sad and lonely evening spring
Our story has no happy ending
And now my world is cold like fallen snow
A cold lonely wind that blows
We kissed goodbye on a lonely street
And then you walked away from me
Now my heart
It awaits
To breach that sorrow'
Vegeta lifted his face against the waterfall as it pounded against his body. He wanted to wash himself of the memories of the previous night or drown trying. He shivered against the harsh coldness of the water and refused to put up his ki shield.
He could still remember her fingers trailing along his face as she whispered excuses in his ear. He could remember her lingering lips against his. One kiss to tell him she could never love him the way she had before. Her words echoed in his mind, slowly killing him with every syllable repeated.
"I'm sorry Vegeta. I just can't love you like that again."
The small "pat pat" of her heels as she walked away from him, leaving him to drown in a moment of mixed emotions. He wanted to hate her for the pain she was causing him, wanted to feel a desire for her blood, but he didn't. He wanted to cry, to beg her to love him, but he wouldn't. He wanted to feel so many other things, none of which he would ever feel without her.
Despairing overwhelming him, Vegeta sunk to his knees and curled up into a tight ball against the whipping waterfall.
*****
'Tell me how to make you see
What I'm feeling in my heart
Cause I'm hanging onto memories
And trying not to fall about
It's like I'm drifting
Like a tear down a broken stream'
'And I keep holding on
Oh girl I really need you here with me'
Goku watched his comrade from afar, knowing that he hadn't eaten all day, a strange thing for a Saiyan. The Saiyan prince was slowly killing himself and Goku had a good guess as to why. He wondered what had proceeded after Bulma and Vegeta had left the party that night. What could possibly have hurt Vegeta so much?
He sighed, realizing that even the most stubborn and proud of warriors fall in the name of love.
Author's Note: Ooooh! Exactly what happened between Vegeta and Bulma? Maybe we'll find out. Maybe not. O_o ^_^
Sort of confusing? If so, sorry. Maybe, hopefully, as this goes on, it'll all be explained. Heh. Regardless of whether you liked it or hated it, please leave me a review. It'd be nice to get your opinions on it. Thanks a lot!
NOTE: This song, if you don't know, is by Nu Flavor. I cut out some parts, like repeat choruses, so that the fic would flow better. I got these lyrics from some web page or other so please don't blame me for any mistakes in the lyrics. Hope you enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I make no money from these fics. I am in no way related to the creators of DBZ or the composers/singers of these songs. If I were, I wouldn't be so broke all the time. ^_^
"Let go of me Vegeta! You're hurting me."
Vegeta turned around, his eyes blazing through her physical body and ripping through her soul. Wordlessly, he released his vice-like grip on her arm. Before she could thank him, he scooped her into his arms and took to the air.
Bulma attempted to protest against his actions but found that she had difficulty trying to breath as their height increased and the precious supply of air lessened with the increasing atmospheric pressure. Sensing her struggle for air, Vegeta flew closer to the ground, knowing there would be more air for her there.
He couldn't understand what he was doing and didn't want to answer any questions. He just knew that he didn't like seeing her with her arms wrapped around that human's arm. He didn't want to talk, didn't want to think. All he wanted to do was fly forever with his woman in his arms. His woman? What was he thinking? Since when did he have a woman? Since when did the Prince of all Saiyans have a weak, human, woman?
'Can somebody tell me when
I might feel like myself again
And how long will it be
Till I can face this reality'
Vegeta felt Bulma shuddering in his arms and briefly wondered why. His first thought was that she was still suffering from lack of air, or worse, that she feared him. Looking at her told him otherwise as he felt a wave of relief wash over him, realizing that she was just cold. He had forgotten how weak these Earthlings were.
Extending his ki shield so that it encompassed the little woman in his arms, he felt her shaking subside. He looked down at her face, wondering what she was thinking. He wasn't shocked to discover that she was staring right back at him, her sky-blue eyes silently questioning his actions and motives. The anger and wonder was there, that much Vegeta could tell. However, there was something else as well. He just couldn't decipher it.
Slowly, Vegeta glided to a stop near a frozen lake. Gently, he put Bulma down. His eyes looked into her's and her's into his.
*****
'My friends are calling
And I can't get out of bed
Because I'm so afraid
That the tears will start to fall again'
The phone rang, waking Vegeta out of his unfruitful slumber. He had an urge to destroy it to bits but did nothing knowing that it would enrage his hosts. Remembering the events of the previous night, he closed his eyes and wished to disappear off the face of the planet.
Why did he, of all creatures, have to be plagued with these emotions? Who so hated him in the afterlife that would curse him with such an uncontrollable, unbeatable foe such as love? Moaning, the Saiyan prince flipped onto his back and threw a pillow over his head. He knew he should be training for the upcoming battle against the androids, but he couldn't and didn't want to get up.
"Hey Vegeta!"
Vegeta groaned as he recognized the all-too-familiar voice of Kakkarot. What did the baka want at this hour of the day? What hour was it anyway?
"Go away Kakkarot."
"Aww. Come on Vegeta. Can't you be nice for once?"
"Why would I be nice Kakkarot?" Vegeta pulled his pillow harder against his ears, hoping against hope that it would drown out the voice of his arch-nemesis.
"I was nice enough to come check up on you and you're being such a grouch."
"What do you mean, 'check up on me'? I'm not a child. I don't need anyone looking after me."
Kakkarot grinned at him, oblivious to the fact that Vegeta wanted him as far away as possible. "Gee Vegeta. I was just worried 'cause it's early afternoon and I didn't feel your usual flux of ki. You know, you're usually up and training by now."
Vegeta sat bolt upright on his bed. Late afternoon? Had he slept that long? Impossible! Turning to the phone beside him, he stared gloomily down at the digits it showed. It read 1:45 p.m. Groaning again, Vegeta let himself fall back onto the bed.
He no longer cared what time it was or how powerful anyone was. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. Not after last night. What did it matter if the androids destroyed the planet? It wasn't like he had anything to live for.
"I'm fine Kakkarot. Just leave me alone."
Sensing the Saiyan Prince's despair, Goku removed himself from the room, hoping that his friend would be alright. Not long after he left, Vegeta buried his face in the pillow, allowing himself to cry over love for the first time in his life.
*****
'So why can't I stay
Oh what can I do
Baby can't you see that I'm missing you
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to hide
And you know it's killing me up inside'
As Vegeta awoke for the second time that day, the evening shadows were lengthening in his room. He had slept for almost an entire day, yet he didn't care. His mind was whirling with possibilities both inconceivable and probable.
He couldn't stay at the Brief's household any longer. His heart wouldn't let him and he knew he would go insane if he did. He had to get away from her, yet he couldn't leave the planet. This much he knew. Despite his newfound hatred of life, he would not abandon a cause he had trained so hard for.
He couldn't let the androids destroy the Earth, even if it had no value to him. He would defeat them, just to prove to himself that he was the most powerful warrior in the universe. He would train harder, relentlessly until he was the supreme being of all that lived. He would become stronger than even Kakkarot. He would preserve what little he had of his pride. He may have lost in the battle of love, but he would win in the war of warriors.
Without hesitation, Vegeta flew out the window, headed to a destination which, as of yet, remained unknown to him. He didn't see her eyes watching him from her own window as he flew away. He didn't see her tear stained face, an obvious sign of her own internal struggle. He didn't hear her whisper those three words he so longed to hear.
"I love you."
*****
'Everytime we were together
And I feel your loving arms around me
Thought that we would last forever
But I'm alone tonight'
Bulma too, hadn't left her room all day. She didn't want to face the world, didn't want to see anyone or answer any questions. She had hid in her room, declaring herself unwell and denying any visitors.
She watched as Vegeta flew away, knowing with all her heart that he wouldn't be coming back this time. He had opened his heart to her, and she had turned him away. She rested her head on her arms, silent tears cascading down her face, wondering why she had done and said what she had said the previous night. Why had she been so stupid? What had possessed her to break his pride and his heart like that?
All she wanted at this moment was to have a second chance at last night. She hadn't meant what she had said. Why couldn't she turn back time for just one night?
*****
'And I'm begging please
Give us one more time
You know we were so good together
Girl I need a kiss
Not a kiss goodbye
And love me
Now until forever
Like a sad and lonely evening spring
Our story has no happy ending
And now my world is cold like fallen snow
A cold lonely wind that blows
We kissed goodbye on a lonely street
And then you walked away from me
Now my heart
It awaits
To breach that sorrow'
Vegeta lifted his face against the waterfall as it pounded against his body. He wanted to wash himself of the memories of the previous night or drown trying. He shivered against the harsh coldness of the water and refused to put up his ki shield.
He could still remember her fingers trailing along his face as she whispered excuses in his ear. He could remember her lingering lips against his. One kiss to tell him she could never love him the way she had before. Her words echoed in his mind, slowly killing him with every syllable repeated.
"I'm sorry Vegeta. I just can't love you like that again."
The small "pat pat" of her heels as she walked away from him, leaving him to drown in a moment of mixed emotions. He wanted to hate her for the pain she was causing him, wanted to feel a desire for her blood, but he didn't. He wanted to cry, to beg her to love him, but he wouldn't. He wanted to feel so many other things, none of which he would ever feel without her.
Despairing overwhelming him, Vegeta sunk to his knees and curled up into a tight ball against the whipping waterfall.
*****
'Tell me how to make you see
What I'm feeling in my heart
Cause I'm hanging onto memories
And trying not to fall about
It's like I'm drifting
Like a tear down a broken stream'
'And I keep holding on
Oh girl I really need you here with me'
Goku watched his comrade from afar, knowing that he hadn't eaten all day, a strange thing for a Saiyan. The Saiyan prince was slowly killing himself and Goku had a good guess as to why. He wondered what had proceeded after Bulma and Vegeta had left the party that night. What could possibly have hurt Vegeta so much?
He sighed, realizing that even the most stubborn and proud of warriors fall in the name of love.
Author's Note: Ooooh! Exactly what happened between Vegeta and Bulma? Maybe we'll find out. Maybe not. O_o ^_^
Sort of confusing? If so, sorry. Maybe, hopefully, as this goes on, it'll all be explained. Heh. Regardless of whether you liked it or hated it, please leave me a review. It'd be nice to get your opinions on it. Thanks a lot!
