Chapter 6 "Is it Like or is it Love?"
Vegeta's face mirrored Bulma's. Months before, Vegeta had defeated Android #19 and Piccolo had demolished what they thought was Dr. Gero. How could he still be alive? Questions raced through his mind as he stared at the letter as if it would strike at any second. They gave each other a look and sprang into action. Bulma dove for the phone, calling every single one of the Z fighters. Vegeta lunged for the box of training equipment and disappeared into the gravity room. After Bulma concluded that everyone had received the package, she holed herself up in her lab.
Vegeta on the other hand was pushing his body to the limit along with the machine. Had Gero survived? Was it actually him they'd killed or just another android? Was this all a trick to bring everyone to one place and kill them all at once? Was the training gear rigged? None was answerable except the latter. Vegeta had been training for five hours straight with the weighted armor, indestructable droids, power level counter, and energy bars.
But even with all the commotion of the battle to come, the warrior couldn't tear his thoughts away from Bulma. She made him smile, and laugh, something he'd almost never done. Earth emotions confused him to no end and he was forced to hide any slight inkling of a feeling. Even if he was fond of her, he didn't want to have to live through the heartbreak if she didn't return his feelings. He knew all to well the pain she'd felt with Yamcha and he didn't want to have to try and survive the same thing.
On more than one occasion she'd called him a monster.
It was a few days after he'd moved in. He had just been training and was famished. He came up behind her. He grabbed her arm; tight. Like he would to Goku or another fighter. She screamed and turned to slap him but he as she twisted it snapped her arm and it broke in ten places....
A few weeks into his adjustment and they were arguing. Vegeta couldn't recall what about but it was someting stupid, like Yamcha.
"He's a worthless fool! He has no brains, no braun, no personality, and no money!"
"You egotistical porquipine! He scared her sometimes, and she seemed to hate him. She wouldn't love a monster.
Damn word. It's so stupid. There is... was no love on Planet Vegeta. You met, mated had them, raised them and died.
::Love?::
Is it love? No, the Mighty Prince of Saiyans does not fall in love!! Especially not with a human!!
::You like her Vegeta::
I know I like her, damnit! You don't have to remind me! What business is it of yours?
::I have to keep you in line Vegeta::
You are one screwed up conscience. I'll take Jiminy Cricket.
::You'd eat him::
That's the point...
::What are you going to do Vegeta::
About what?
::Bulma::
Absolutely nothing! I felt sorry because she was hurt thats all! I wanted food!
::That's not all Vegeta::
Yes it is! There's nothing more! She cooks and cleans for me and that's that!
::Don't lie to me Vegeta::
I'm not lying!! You'd better shut up before I....
::Before you what? Have surgery on your mind to find me? You can't get rid of your conscience Vegeta. I know you like her. I know everything that goes on up here::
Oh that's not creepy...
::I even know about your bunny::
What the? HOW??
::Well you DO sleep with it. That's not the best way to win a girl Vegeta::
Whoever said I was trying to win a girl?
::Well let me think.. you::
Fine! If it makes you happy I like her! Nothing else! Now will you leave me alone so I can train without going out of my mind?!
::You've already lost it Vegeta. And you're not getting it back::
I hate my conscience... A faint rapping interrupted his thoughts and he powered down the machine. On the other side of the door stood Bulma, sweaty, obviously tired, and slightly annoyed. There was no more blood in her hair, and she smelled slightly like grease and coconuts. The outfit Vegeta had picked high lighted her curves and his eyes were glued.
"I finished your 'toy', Vegeta. And your lunch is ready." She leaned on the entrance to the door, seemingly dizzy. You have to hide it Vegeta... She's only one woman!
"Whatever woman. Just move out of my way and leave me alone." He shoved her aside, but not roughly.
::Bad move::
"I don't even get a thank you? You know, you jerk, sometimes I'd swear you were two different people. For a while I thought there might be something in that empty heart of yours. Guess I was wrong. You're a monster." Vegeta was frozen, and only heard her footsteps on the grass, along with the door squeaking lazily behind her. Normally she would have yelled his ear off, or cussed him out. What was different now?
His newly polished gravity machine shone brightly under the noon day sun. He walked slowly around it, checking it's new features. As he stepped inside, he suddenly regret being so rude. There were written directions next to every machine, and equipment he'd only met in his dreams. He wanted to rush to Bulma and hold her in his arms and apologize. But he knew his body wouldn't allow him to. As he exited the gravity room, he knew this guilt would get in the way of his training.
He sat down at his place at the table and waited silently with his chopsticks in hand. From across the table flew three plates mounted with potatoes, vegetables, steak; a feast to fill ten men.
"Eat up, pig." He chewed slower, and even more politely at her comment.
"I sent all your sheets and mattress out to be cleaned because they were all soaked through with blood. So I don't know where you'll sleep tonight." She raised a hand to the rewrapped gauze on her head with a look of pain spreading through her pale features.
"I-I'm... I wanted to say..." he began but was interrupted.
"It's your fault Vegetable brain!" she accused harshly.
"But I..."
"You're probably going to blame it on me huh? Say that it's my fault! I bet-"
"Bulma!" She was silenced at hearing her name from him,
"I wanted to say I was sorry, no I wasn't going to blame it on you, thank you for the gravity machine, but no!!... I guess you don't want to hear what a monster has to say." He stood silently with his eyes boring into hers and crossed the room to the door. Her eyes followed him with every step, watering slightly but not enough to cry.
Vegeta's face mirrored Bulma's. Months before, Vegeta had defeated Android #19 and Piccolo had demolished what they thought was Dr. Gero. How could he still be alive? Questions raced through his mind as he stared at the letter as if it would strike at any second. They gave each other a look and sprang into action. Bulma dove for the phone, calling every single one of the Z fighters. Vegeta lunged for the box of training equipment and disappeared into the gravity room. After Bulma concluded that everyone had received the package, she holed herself up in her lab.
Vegeta on the other hand was pushing his body to the limit along with the machine. Had Gero survived? Was it actually him they'd killed or just another android? Was this all a trick to bring everyone to one place and kill them all at once? Was the training gear rigged? None was answerable except the latter. Vegeta had been training for five hours straight with the weighted armor, indestructable droids, power level counter, and energy bars.
But even with all the commotion of the battle to come, the warrior couldn't tear his thoughts away from Bulma. She made him smile, and laugh, something he'd almost never done. Earth emotions confused him to no end and he was forced to hide any slight inkling of a feeling. Even if he was fond of her, he didn't want to have to live through the heartbreak if she didn't return his feelings. He knew all to well the pain she'd felt with Yamcha and he didn't want to have to try and survive the same thing.
On more than one occasion she'd called him a monster.
It was a few days after he'd moved in. He had just been training and was famished. He came up behind her. He grabbed her arm; tight. Like he would to Goku or another fighter. She screamed and turned to slap him but he as she twisted it snapped her arm and it broke in ten places....
A few weeks into his adjustment and they were arguing. Vegeta couldn't recall what about but it was someting stupid, like Yamcha.
"He's a worthless fool! He has no brains, no braun, no personality, and no money!"
"You egotistical porquipine! He scared her sometimes, and she seemed to hate him. She wouldn't love a monster.
Damn word. It's so stupid. There is... was no love on Planet Vegeta. You met, mated had them, raised them and died.
::Love?::
Is it love? No, the Mighty Prince of Saiyans does not fall in love!! Especially not with a human!!
::You like her Vegeta::
I know I like her, damnit! You don't have to remind me! What business is it of yours?
::I have to keep you in line Vegeta::
You are one screwed up conscience. I'll take Jiminy Cricket.
::You'd eat him::
That's the point...
::What are you going to do Vegeta::
About what?
::Bulma::
Absolutely nothing! I felt sorry because she was hurt thats all! I wanted food!
::That's not all Vegeta::
Yes it is! There's nothing more! She cooks and cleans for me and that's that!
::Don't lie to me Vegeta::
I'm not lying!! You'd better shut up before I....
::Before you what? Have surgery on your mind to find me? You can't get rid of your conscience Vegeta. I know you like her. I know everything that goes on up here::
Oh that's not creepy...
::I even know about your bunny::
What the? HOW??
::Well you DO sleep with it. That's not the best way to win a girl Vegeta::
Whoever said I was trying to win a girl?
::Well let me think.. you::
Fine! If it makes you happy I like her! Nothing else! Now will you leave me alone so I can train without going out of my mind?!
::You've already lost it Vegeta. And you're not getting it back::
I hate my conscience... A faint rapping interrupted his thoughts and he powered down the machine. On the other side of the door stood Bulma, sweaty, obviously tired, and slightly annoyed. There was no more blood in her hair, and she smelled slightly like grease and coconuts. The outfit Vegeta had picked high lighted her curves and his eyes were glued.
"I finished your 'toy', Vegeta. And your lunch is ready." She leaned on the entrance to the door, seemingly dizzy. You have to hide it Vegeta... She's only one woman!
"Whatever woman. Just move out of my way and leave me alone." He shoved her aside, but not roughly.
::Bad move::
"I don't even get a thank you? You know, you jerk, sometimes I'd swear you were two different people. For a while I thought there might be something in that empty heart of yours. Guess I was wrong. You're a monster." Vegeta was frozen, and only heard her footsteps on the grass, along with the door squeaking lazily behind her. Normally she would have yelled his ear off, or cussed him out. What was different now?
His newly polished gravity machine shone brightly under the noon day sun. He walked slowly around it, checking it's new features. As he stepped inside, he suddenly regret being so rude. There were written directions next to every machine, and equipment he'd only met in his dreams. He wanted to rush to Bulma and hold her in his arms and apologize. But he knew his body wouldn't allow him to. As he exited the gravity room, he knew this guilt would get in the way of his training.
He sat down at his place at the table and waited silently with his chopsticks in hand. From across the table flew three plates mounted with potatoes, vegetables, steak; a feast to fill ten men.
"Eat up, pig." He chewed slower, and even more politely at her comment.
"I sent all your sheets and mattress out to be cleaned because they were all soaked through with blood. So I don't know where you'll sleep tonight." She raised a hand to the rewrapped gauze on her head with a look of pain spreading through her pale features.
"I-I'm... I wanted to say..." he began but was interrupted.
"It's your fault Vegetable brain!" she accused harshly.
"But I..."
"You're probably going to blame it on me huh? Say that it's my fault! I bet-"
"Bulma!" She was silenced at hearing her name from him,
"I wanted to say I was sorry, no I wasn't going to blame it on you, thank you for the gravity machine, but no!!... I guess you don't want to hear what a monster has to say." He stood silently with his eyes boring into hers and crossed the room to the door. Her eyes followed him with every step, watering slightly but not enough to cry.
