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you my textbooks, and my old, crappy DDR pads. ^_^
'………' Thought.
"………" Spoken.
Vegeta looked down to Bulma for a moment, and brought her chin up, so she could look at him. She simply nodded and stepped back from him, leaning herself against the counter. She knew Vegeta was mad, and she still wasn't sure of everything that had just happened. Had Vegeta tried to comfort her? Had he really taken her in his arms and held her? She sighed and turned to watch Vegeta and Yamcha go at it.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Vegeta was angry. He was VERY angry. He didn't think Yamcha would have the nerve to come and tell her himself. Vegeta noticed the roses, and came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to tell her at all. Yamcha backed up a bit, slightly scared of Vegeta. Well. Not slightly, very scared of Vegeta. The only one stronger than him in the entire world was Son Gokou. If Vegeta lost his temper, Yamcha was as good as dead. He gulped and took another step back.
"I…I came to see my Bulma…and maybe take her out today." Yamcha stuttered some, and glared at Vegeta. Bulma wiped her eyes again, and stepped forward. Vegeta saw her, and stepped aside. The sadness in her face had almost totally vanished, and was replaced by sheer rage. He smirked; she was beautiful all the time, but when she was angry she was absolutely gorgeous. Though all of her fury, she was light footed and graceful, which surprised Vegeta. Kakarott's mate was extremely clumsy when annoyed, which seemed like all the time to the prince. It was no matter to him, though. He stood back and watched the show at hand. He had been planning on telling Yamcha all himself, but hearing what she was about to tell him from her was better.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Bulma's voice echoed through the halls of the house. Yamcha was shocked at her bluntness. She walked up to him, and slapped him across his right cheek, hitting as hard as she could. Vegeta was amazed at how brutally fierce her hit actually was. 'She's got potential.' He smirked to himself. He finally decided that he'd gone crazy. Embracing this hotheaded woman, standing up for her, and then thinking about training her.
"Yamcha, you cheating bastard! I can't believe you. I …I thought you actually loved me. Yamcha, it's over. I'm sick of your ways. I'm sick of you. Go be with whatever whore you want. But I'm not a whore, so it's not going to be me." Bulma turned to leave through the back door, but Vegeta grabbed her arm, preventing her from moving. She settled back against the counter, curious of why he didn't want her to leave. Bulma watched on as Vegeta made his way back to where Yamcha stood.
"Listen you idiot human. I don't want you coming anywhere near Bulma ever again. I swear I'll kill you." Vegeta couldn't help but stop and listen to himself. Why did he care about Bulma? He sighed. She was stunning, and her personality was highly regarded in his opinion. She never hesitated to speak her mind, and she wouldn't give in to something she didn't want. This stupid human was destroying the woman that he admired. She had been a nervous wreck the past few weeks, and now he knew why.
"What's it to you, Vegeta? Since when do you meddle in our business? I think you just need to stay the hell out of it." Yamcha immediately regretted saying all of this as soon as he saw Vegeta smirk.
"I advise, Yamcha, that you get out of my sight this instant if you treasure your life." He reached out for Bulma, pulling her to his side. This surprised all three standing in the kitchen. Vegeta had surprised himself more times than he would've liked to admit just in that short amount of time that he'd been awake.
Yamcha quickly nodded and scrambled for the door, picking up the once discarded roses, nearly tripping over his own feet, and quite literally fell out of the door. Bulma heard muffled chuckles coming from Vegeta's chest, and she looked to him, this time it being her asking for answers. Vegeta gazed down at her, the little one that clung to his side. Everything just felt so, so… right. He was almost ashamed of how he'd treated her in the past. It wasn't the fact that he'd been extraordinarily demanding, but how mean he'd been about it. He shook his head and bent down, scooping her up, holding her at the back and under her knees.
With that, he walked up the stairs, Bulma in his arms. Vegeta was utterly amazed at what was happening. Why was he doing all of this? How could this modest woman control him like this? Control his emotions like she did?
He'd arrived at where he wanted to go… his shattered window. Bulma still in his arms, he ascended up to the roof, his favorite place for reflecting. He sat her beside him, and gazed over the vast landscape. His breathing was taciturn, and he was deep in thought.
"Um… Vegeta?" Bulma's soft, almost fearful voice broke the awkward silence. "Why did you bring me here? And, why… why did you stick up for me?" Vegeta shook his head. In truth, he didn't know why. He hadn't the faintest idea. Bulma had always been inquisitive, and she wasn't going to let this one slide. Vegeta could tell with every passing moment. Finally making up his mind, he jerked off one glove at a time, and tossed them inside the window. Bulma barley ever saw him without gloves. She'd always imagined he had soft hands, simply because of the fact that they were always covered. He moved his hands to the sides of her face and made her look at him again. With that, he brought her face to his, and paused a few seconds before touching his lips to her own.
Bulma was flabbergasted. She didn't fight it, but didn't really lean towards it at first. When he pulled her closer to him, she melted in his arms, and gave herself into him. Vegeta felt her arms wrap around his back, and her hands prodded and groped at his back, making all of his senses sting with excitement. Her tongue begged to play with his own, but he pulled away, gazing towards the small woman intently.
"There are many things I want to tell you, Bulma chan.. but for now, I have to go train." And with that, he flew off the roof, into the bright sapphire sky, leaving Bulma more dumbfounded than ever.
'………' Thought.
"………" Spoken.
Vegeta looked down to Bulma for a moment, and brought her chin up, so she could look at him. She simply nodded and stepped back from him, leaning herself against the counter. She knew Vegeta was mad, and she still wasn't sure of everything that had just happened. Had Vegeta tried to comfort her? Had he really taken her in his arms and held her? She sighed and turned to watch Vegeta and Yamcha go at it.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Vegeta was angry. He was VERY angry. He didn't think Yamcha would have the nerve to come and tell her himself. Vegeta noticed the roses, and came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to tell her at all. Yamcha backed up a bit, slightly scared of Vegeta. Well. Not slightly, very scared of Vegeta. The only one stronger than him in the entire world was Son Gokou. If Vegeta lost his temper, Yamcha was as good as dead. He gulped and took another step back.
"I…I came to see my Bulma…and maybe take her out today." Yamcha stuttered some, and glared at Vegeta. Bulma wiped her eyes again, and stepped forward. Vegeta saw her, and stepped aside. The sadness in her face had almost totally vanished, and was replaced by sheer rage. He smirked; she was beautiful all the time, but when she was angry she was absolutely gorgeous. Though all of her fury, she was light footed and graceful, which surprised Vegeta. Kakarott's mate was extremely clumsy when annoyed, which seemed like all the time to the prince. It was no matter to him, though. He stood back and watched the show at hand. He had been planning on telling Yamcha all himself, but hearing what she was about to tell him from her was better.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Bulma's voice echoed through the halls of the house. Yamcha was shocked at her bluntness. She walked up to him, and slapped him across his right cheek, hitting as hard as she could. Vegeta was amazed at how brutally fierce her hit actually was. 'She's got potential.' He smirked to himself. He finally decided that he'd gone crazy. Embracing this hotheaded woman, standing up for her, and then thinking about training her.
"Yamcha, you cheating bastard! I can't believe you. I …I thought you actually loved me. Yamcha, it's over. I'm sick of your ways. I'm sick of you. Go be with whatever whore you want. But I'm not a whore, so it's not going to be me." Bulma turned to leave through the back door, but Vegeta grabbed her arm, preventing her from moving. She settled back against the counter, curious of why he didn't want her to leave. Bulma watched on as Vegeta made his way back to where Yamcha stood.
"Listen you idiot human. I don't want you coming anywhere near Bulma ever again. I swear I'll kill you." Vegeta couldn't help but stop and listen to himself. Why did he care about Bulma? He sighed. She was stunning, and her personality was highly regarded in his opinion. She never hesitated to speak her mind, and she wouldn't give in to something she didn't want. This stupid human was destroying the woman that he admired. She had been a nervous wreck the past few weeks, and now he knew why.
"What's it to you, Vegeta? Since when do you meddle in our business? I think you just need to stay the hell out of it." Yamcha immediately regretted saying all of this as soon as he saw Vegeta smirk.
"I advise, Yamcha, that you get out of my sight this instant if you treasure your life." He reached out for Bulma, pulling her to his side. This surprised all three standing in the kitchen. Vegeta had surprised himself more times than he would've liked to admit just in that short amount of time that he'd been awake.
Yamcha quickly nodded and scrambled for the door, picking up the once discarded roses, nearly tripping over his own feet, and quite literally fell out of the door. Bulma heard muffled chuckles coming from Vegeta's chest, and she looked to him, this time it being her asking for answers. Vegeta gazed down at her, the little one that clung to his side. Everything just felt so, so… right. He was almost ashamed of how he'd treated her in the past. It wasn't the fact that he'd been extraordinarily demanding, but how mean he'd been about it. He shook his head and bent down, scooping her up, holding her at the back and under her knees.
With that, he walked up the stairs, Bulma in his arms. Vegeta was utterly amazed at what was happening. Why was he doing all of this? How could this modest woman control him like this? Control his emotions like she did?
He'd arrived at where he wanted to go… his shattered window. Bulma still in his arms, he ascended up to the roof, his favorite place for reflecting. He sat her beside him, and gazed over the vast landscape. His breathing was taciturn, and he was deep in thought.
"Um… Vegeta?" Bulma's soft, almost fearful voice broke the awkward silence. "Why did you bring me here? And, why… why did you stick up for me?" Vegeta shook his head. In truth, he didn't know why. He hadn't the faintest idea. Bulma had always been inquisitive, and she wasn't going to let this one slide. Vegeta could tell with every passing moment. Finally making up his mind, he jerked off one glove at a time, and tossed them inside the window. Bulma barley ever saw him without gloves. She'd always imagined he had soft hands, simply because of the fact that they were always covered. He moved his hands to the sides of her face and made her look at him again. With that, he brought her face to his, and paused a few seconds before touching his lips to her own.
Bulma was flabbergasted. She didn't fight it, but didn't really lean towards it at first. When he pulled her closer to him, she melted in his arms, and gave herself into him. Vegeta felt her arms wrap around his back, and her hands prodded and groped at his back, making all of his senses sting with excitement. Her tongue begged to play with his own, but he pulled away, gazing towards the small woman intently.
"There are many things I want to tell you, Bulma chan.. but for now, I have to go train." And with that, he flew off the roof, into the bright sapphire sky, leaving Bulma more dumbfounded than ever.
