(Ok guys, sorry about the underlining in Chapter 1, I still need to get the hang of this!) Ok folks, I'm back with chapter two. Sorry it took so long! In this Chapter Bulma and Vegeta finally have their nice little talk about Bra. Will Vegeta get mad? Will he feel bad? Hey I'm a poet, and didn't know it. Okay, that was corny. Anyways, what will his reaction be?! How will Bulma deal with his reaction if she has to? I don't know yet! (Seriously.) I will when I'm done though, heh. So just look for my little A/N at the end of the story! Ok enough babbling, on with the Chapa 2!
"Well..." I said, rather nervous. I wasn't sure how to put this. What if I made him leave or something? Maybe Bra was right, maybe I shouldn't talk to him. No, I had to. I had to get this over with. Otherwise everything would just add up. "Well when Bra came in this afternoon to 'rescue' me, as you put it."
That smirk. That inherited, damn smirk.
"Well she came in and..." How do I put this? I don't want to sound like it happened fast and just came upon us. They've supposedly been doing this for awhile. It's been building up on her for quite sometime. Oh God, how do I put this?
"Spit it out." He said. I could tell he was getting impatient.
"Well she came in and I asked her if she was going to go back with Trunks and you to continue your training and..." Ok, I got that much out. Now what? Oh gosh, think of something, Bulma!
"Why didn't she come back?" He asked me, sounding quite curious. Like he was really wondering why she didn't return.
"Well she said that she wanted to let Trunks and you spar alone today." I responded. This is good, I'm doing great. I just need to keep getting questions to answer for him, that'll make it easier. I hope.
"Why?" Thank God, another question.
"That's what I need to talk to you about." Ok, now is the time to tell him everything; As soon as he asks 'what' I'll tell him everything. Hopefully it'll be easy. Hopefully.
"What?" He asked. He's so predictable! Sometimes...
"Well she said she feels like you two don't want her there to spar with. She told me she thinks that Trunks and you would rather her not be there so you don't have to train with someone you have to hold back on. And that you always send her to do errands and stuff..." I drifted off, hoping I'd said enough for him to get the point. It usually didn't take him long to catch on. I dreadfully hoped today wouldn't be an exception.
No reply.
I looked over at him. He was completely emotionless. No expression. All I could see was complete, deep, thought. Like he was trying to read someone's mind. I asked him if he even heard me. A pause. "Yes." He stated emotionlessly. I hate how he's so good at hiding his feelings. Sometimes it makes me sick. I can never tell what he's thinking, or if he's mad, sad, happy, hurt, or whatever.
He got up out of the bed, walking towards the door.
"Were are you going? We aren't done talking!" I yelled after him. Why in the WORLD would he just walk off like that? Strange.
"I'm going to talk to her." After he said that, he turned halfway around and looked at me. He stopped for a short while. "Is there something else you wanted?"
"Um...no." I said. That's all I wanted to say, but I wanted a response. What was he going to say to her? I'm sorry? Yeah right. Not likely. "But I want a response from you." I replied.
He didn't say anything for awhile. How predictable.
"Later." He said. Then he turned back and walked out the door, leaving me totally speechless, and pissed. Later?! On fire, I jumped off the bed, put back on my shirt that I forgot Vegeta took off, and marched out the door to find an empty hall. He's just too fast. Ugh.
Sighing, I just slugged downstairs to the living room to watch TV until it was over. Then maybe I could talk to Bra and ask her if she was okay or if she was hurt, or whatever. Flipping through the channels, I couldn't find a single good show out of all my 200 channels. How freaking typical. I was having a bad day. Aren't all Monday's bad days? Usually. This Monday was marked down as one of my worst. First the spider, then Bra, then Vegeta, now there's no TV. Maybe I could take a nap? Yeah. That sounded good.
Getting up from the leather sofa, I went upstairs, once again, to get a blanket. Walking past Bra's room purposely, I kind of slowed down to see if I could hear them talking. Silence. They probably left.
Shrugging I went into my room and yanked the comforter off my huge bed. I didn't feel like sleeping in it. It was too comfortable for a day like this. Doesn't that sound funny? I guess I just believe I need to sleep on the couch to 'go along with the day.' Everything has been going wrong/bad today, so I might as well keep it that way. How dumb......
Practically tripping down the stairs because of my overlarge comforter, I finally made it to the couch and flopped down onto it. Pulling the couch pillow under my head, I drifted off to sleep while thinking of the outcome of their talk...
When I finally woke up to the sound of the television, I opened my eyes to Bra sitting watching the TV intensely. I tried to see if I could pinpoint sadness or distress on her face, but none was visible. I sat up slowly.
"Hi Bra." I dared to say.
"Oh hi mom! Your awake!"
Happy? She was happy? What was going on? What in the HELL did they talk about? How did they talk? Why was she so cheery?
"Are you...um...ok?" I asked hesitantly.
She looked at me purely innocent. "Of course...why shouldn't I be?"
Shock-struck, I just stared at her for awhile to see if I could find some 'lie' in her face. None. "Uh...no reason, sweetie." Weird. Totally, completely weird.
"Next came the almighty Prince, who walked into the kitchen to eat, I assume. I decided to confront him, too. Getting up I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter and eyed him suspiciously. Angry? Sad? Frustrated? Nope. Same, straight face.
"Well?" I asked, knowing he'd know what I meant. I crossed my arms, demanding an answer.
He glanced at me. "It's done." He stated. It's done? Huh? Boy this guy was general. I cringed my face in confusion.
"What do you mean 'It's done?'" I asked, raising my tone.
"I said 'IT'S DONE,' now leave me alone so I can eat." My temper flaring, I felt like smacking his sorry face 1000 times. Why won't he answer me? Frustrated, I walked over to him and pushed him back. Eyes in flames, I dared to ask one more time.
"WHAT. IS. DONE?!?!" I practically screamed.
Looking at me like I was a psycho, he just gently pushed me back and put his lips to my ear. "Later." He whispered, like it was a big secret. Boy he's been saying 'Later' a lot to me lately. Sighing loudly, I just pushed him aside and flopped onto my bet, with the blanket still downstairs. Groaning, I just got under the sheets and pulled them up to my chin. Why wouldn't he tell me?! Why was he being so secretive about it? What the hell is going on???? Breathing deeply, I got out from under the sheets and went to ask Trunks if he knew...anything.
Ahhh it's done! Sorry this chapter was sooo much shorter, and also sorry I didn't put a lemon in here. I was going to but I couldn't find a place to fit one in. Soooorrryyyy!!!! Maybe next time....Anyways! What's going on? What will she ask Trunks? Does he know anything? If he does, will he tell? Dunno!
Next Chapter:
Bulma asks Trunks about Vegeta and Bra's talk. What'll happen?
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