Disclaimer: … OMG! My friend's sister just frenched the cat!…don't sue me, sue my friend's sister…I'd make sure I knew where my cat was at all times if I were you…
A/N: Sorry I was a little crabby last time but my reasons are justified. I am just a tiny on the irritable side right now so just don't take any ranting I may have personally. Wow, we're into double digits now. Onward!
Oh, and since I'm in such a great mood, Merry Christmas. May it be better then mine. J/K. -._-'
*this is Jenni's thoughts*
~ This is Vegeta's ~
This is Bulma's.
^ This is telepathic ^
Chapter Ten
"Hello girls, and boys. How's your work coming?" No one responded. He narrowed his eyes for a second then turned to his unfortunate son.
"So, these people are ignoring me, what do you think I should do?" Bulma's eyes widened as she realized how serious this king guy could be. Good thing all of the others knew to be quiet and Jenni even shrunk back into the shadows. King Vegeta even took Prince Vegeta by surprise.
"I'm not sure, father." King Vegeta's frowned and threw his son across the room. Bulma gasped and stepped back from the crazy king. Vegeta closed his eyes in pain as he hit the wall and sunk to the floor. He got up a little wobbly. King Vegeta crossed his arms.
"Well? Now are you sure, you pathetic excuse for a son?" Vegeta scowled and wished he could spit in his father's face. He didn't say anything. King Vegeta started to walk over to Bulma. She backed away nervously. But the king was too quick. His hand shot out and grabbed Bulma by the neck, his hands going all the way around. He lifted her off the ground as he hands flew up and tried to pull away from his gasp. He laughed as he squeezed harder and watched her legs lash around, then in a few minutes her body went limp. Everyone in the room except for King Vegeta and Bulma growled, including Jenni. Chichi was on the verge of tears, whimpering. All of them about to say something, regardless of what would happen to them if they did.
"Stop it." Vegeta spoke up. "She didn't do anything. Put her down." King Vegeta dropped her and she fell into a heap at his feet. He laughed cruelly again.
"Fine. But next time, when you defy me you will be truly sorry." And he gave Bulma one last kick, and her body landed at Vegeta's feet. He chuckled and walked out of the room.
As soon as he was out of ear shot, Vegeta back away as everyone crowed around her, Goku carefully picking her up. She moaned and stirred. Chichi and 18 turned on him.
"Why didn't you do anything?" Chichi spat, glancing at Bulma worriedly. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Why didn't you do anything?" he growled, and walked out of the room, making sure to go the opposite way of his father.
~ Kami, he almost killed her! I swear, if he does I will personally rip out his intestines for him to see and make him use them for a straw. And next time he chucks me across the room…let's just say it won't be pretty. I need to train more. He is still stronger then me! That will changed. Soon. ~ Vegeta leaned up against the wall and rubbed his temples. ~ All of this shit is really starting to get on my bad side. I can't worry about that woman so much! ~
^ Vegeta, are you…ok? ^ He sighed as his sister's inquiry broke his chain of thought.
^ Yes, I'm fine. How's that woman? ^
^ She has a name, you know. And she's ok. I asked her if she was mad at you and she said no, she had no reason to be. But now she's super afraid of your dad. ^
^ I really don't blame her, that…idiot of a man. ^ He had to be careful about his use of profanity around his sister.
^ Oh Veggie, I'm not stupid. I know you where going to swear or something. It doesn't bother me, ok? And why does the stupid moron hurt people like that? ^ Vegeta sighed.
^ I don't know, Jenni. I really don't know. Are you sure she's ok? ^
^ Your worried, aren't you. ^
^ No! I just…wanted to make sure she can still do her job. ^
^ Because? ^
^ Just because, ok? Is she? ^
^ Yes. I'm sure. But Goku and Krillin keep saying they are going to beat the king up next time they see him. Chichi and 18 keep saying that they will scream his butt off but Bulma is just laying there. She isn't really talking, she just kinda rubs her neck once in a while. ^
^ You better tell those four that they can't beat up my father, and if they yell at him he will instantly kill them. They'd be better to just leave it to me. ^ Pause.
^ I told them and the four started to complain. Bulma just looked at me funny and asked me in my mind if I was talking to you. What should I say? ^
^ I don't care. ^
^ I told her I was. ^ Vegeta sighed again. He kinda hoped she didn't. But that's a little sister for you.
^ Ok. Fine with me. Where are you going to sleep tonight? I do not want you anywhere near that bastard. ^
^ I don't know. Um, can I maybe sleep with Bulma and them? ^
^ That would probably be best. ^ There was another long pause and Vegeta assumed she was done talking to him.
^ You really love her, don't you? ^ He almost choked in surprise.
^ No! What made you think that??? ^ He feel her mentally laugh a little.
^ Seriously, you don't give me much credit. Vegeta, I can see it in your eyes. You're my brother. I love you and can mostly tell what you are feeling. And you know what? ^
^ Enlighten me. ^
^ Bulma loves you back. ^ This time he really did choke.
^ Ok Jen, now your getting just plain dumb. ^
^ Vegeta, I'm not kidding! She does. I can see it in her eyes, they are so much like yours. I can tell she's had her share of pain. But the sad thing is both of you are too stubborn to see it. She thinks that you wouldn't even think of her. She tells herself that she isn't good enough to have a boy friend and that guys only like her because of her appearance. It makes me sad. ^
^ You have no idea what your talking about. Your only 10 and delusional. Make sure you take care of yourself. I'm going to go train, ok? ^
^ Vegeta, it really hurts me to see you hurt like this. Why don't you just admit it? ^
^ I can't. You wouldn't understand. ^ The last thing he heard before he put a mental barrier was a soft mental whisper.
^ Vegeta, she's so much like you. It hurts. ^
~ ~ ~
As soon as she was placed softly in her bed, she curled up into a ball, closing her eyes.
"Bulma…" Goku put his hand on her shoulder, trying to be kind. She shrunk back. Chichi sighed deeply, hating to see one of her best friends hurting so and 18 looked out the window at the sun set, wishing Bulma was looking at the beautiful array of colors, not feeling so much pain. Krillin stood in the door with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the floor, wishing desperately there was something he could do to comfort his new friend. Jenni sat in a chair, and put her head in her hands and running the conversation she had with her older brother through her mind, trying to make some sense of his feelings. She knew Bulma wanted the same thing he did but their pride! Curse it. It was literally ripping the two apart.
Goku broke his gaze with Bulma's sheet covered back. "Hey, you guys? Can I have a quick word with Bulma?" There were a few mumbles and someone said "Of course." They all walked out of the room, everyone looking back once at Bulma. Jenni shut the door behind her.
"Bulma. I'm sorry. I should've done something. This is all my fault! I should have never brought you here…" Bulma rolled over and put a friendly hand on Goku's knee.
"No, it's not. Don't beat yourself up. It isn't anyone's fault. The only person's fault it is is Vegeta." Goku winced. That's exactly what he didn't want her to say. She smiled weakly. "Not that Vegeta. King Vegeta. He totally flew off the handle." Goku sighed in relief.
"You want to talk about it?" he asked kindly. She held her breath and let it out slowly, gazing out the window, seeing the sun set 18 wanted her to see. It brought her a little peace.
"It's like that sunset. See the bright and pretty colors around the sun? I guess you could say that they stand for the people who are happy and content with their life, having people to love and love from people, in every kind of way. They are the most beautiful to look at. It slowly changes to dark, and soon as the sun sets, the whole sky turns black. Well, when I almost died, I realized that I would die a black sky. And there isn't anything I can do about it." Goku rubbed his forehead.
"Oh Bulma, what about all of the people that love you now?"
"You, Chichi, 18, Krillin, and Jenni. Yeah, a whole bunch. And no would ever be crazy enough to love me like that. The only reason a guy even looks at me is my looks. None of them care about my thoughts, my values, who and what I love. I'm just a material to be used and thrown away." She turned over bitterly. Goku fought with himself to tell her that Vegeta loved her just like that but he was too proud to admit it. He decided Vegeta himself should tell the poor girl that.
"Bulma, you've got to understand, it's not the quantity of people who love you, it's the quality. Bulma, each of us love you enough to move a mountain or two. And you'll find someone to love you the way you want soon. Trust me. You've just got to know that no matter what you do or what you say, we will all love you just the same and it isn't physically or even supernaturally possible for us to love you more." He heard Bulma sniff.
"Love is just another way to bleed." Goku ran his hand through his thick mane.
"I'm really sorry you feel that way. I truly, really am." He leaned over and gave her a hug, wiping her tears with his thumb. "Bulma, you will find some one, I promise you from the bottom of my heart." He heard Bulma giggled just a little.
"If your heart is anything like your stomach, I think I'm pretty much covered for a few life times."
~ ~ ~
Again Vegeta trained to get his mind off of things. The thing he beat himself up for most was the fact that she could've died. Died. And even though he hated it, he didn't think he could stand it. It had only been two days with her and she was already the main subject of his thoughts.
He shot a blast at the wall. It bounced off towards him and he dodged it. He had already done three thousand push ups and pulls ups and been training for a few hours. His stomach was beginning to get the better of him. He looked at the clock built in. 5:30. What time was that dinner with his…father. Great. ~ The woman and her friends are coming too. I hope she doesn't let that dangerous tongue get the better of her. ~
He hovered down to take a shower and clean up. But all he could think of is what Jenni had said about Bulma loving him and not thinking she was good enough to have a boyfriend. ~ What the hell would posses the woman to think that? ~
(A/N: Incase you don't remember and I don't expect you to either, the "dinner" was in chapter eight, and rescheduled for a day later. OK? OK. Doesn't matter if you don't 'member cause it's not that important anyways.)
~ ~ ~
Bulma rolled over as someone knocked on her door. She quietly mumbled for them to come in and Jenni's sweet face popped in the room.
"May I?"
"Yeah. Come on." Jenni closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of Bulma's bed.
"Krillin filed a sick report so you don't have to work the rest of the night. But you do still have to attended the dinner King Vegeta is holding and I kind of suggest that you start getting ready. It's at six and it's 5:30. Do you need any help?" Bulma groaned as she sat up, rubbing her neck. A large, dark purple hand was apparent around her neck.
"First of all, get me something to cover up this horrible hand shaped bruise I have on my neck," Bulma said earnestly. Jenni smiled.
"I have just the thing." She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a light blue acrylic sweater with a turtle neck and no sleeves. She also pulled out a long flowing black skirt. "Is this ok?"
Bulma nodded and smiled wholeheartedly. "That's perfect." And Jenni's eyes widened in surprise and Bulma gave her a big hug. But Jenni returned it warmly. *Looks like Goku finally knocked some sense into her*
"I love you to, Bulma."
~ ~ ~
"Welcome." The king stated icily as Bulma, Chichi, and 18 walked into the room. Vegeta, Goku, and Krillin were already seated. Bulma looked away. "I see you didn't like the mark I gave you earlier." To Bulma's shock, she heard Vegeta growl deep in his throat. "It seems my son didn't either. Not that I really care about you or my son's well being, but now that we have our priorities straightened out, lets eat, shall we not?" A servant of some race with greenish whitish skin, giving him the appearance we was constantly sick, pulled out Bulma's chair, along with the other girls, and they sat down.
"So, Bulma, how are the re-generation tank plans coming along?" King Vegeta sat forward and put his chin on his fists.
"Fine," she said in a monotone, not looking at him but staring straight ahead at the wall.
"That's good to hear. So, 18, how are the brats your training doing?"
"Fine."
"And Chichi, how is it in the kitchen?"
"Fine." None of the girls looked at him.
He smirked. "My, aren't we icy today."
"I have plenty reason to be, your…majesty," Bulma spat, but her face still remaining emotionless, staring forward.
~ Damn it! That woman is going to get herself killed. ~
Damn, that guy's is going to kill me for that.
The king frowned.
"I suppose so, Bulma. But I would watch your mouth. You know first hand what I can do to you, don't you?" Bulma just glared.
The whole dinner long, Bulma and the others kept their mouths shut. Once in a while, one of the guys would shoot an dirty look at the king, but other wise the talk was small. Bulma wondered what the purpose of that even was. Just to annoy us more, I suppose.
~ ~ ~
The days pasted as days do, and everything went the same, Vegeta unwantingly thinking about Bulma, and Bulma unwantingly thinking about Vegeta, each depressing themselves more and more. But one of those many days…
"Woman!" Bulma looked up irritably from her intricate work at the Saiyan Prince walked into her lab.
"What," she snarled.
"I need you to make something for me." She narrowed her eyes.
"Why should I? You haven't even acknowledged me in the last few days. And yet you expect me to do anything you want me to. Sorry, that isn't how I operate." Vegeta growled.
"I will be once you learn some respect woman."
"And I'm yet to learn." Vegeta slammed blue prints down on her desk. He walked around to the back and right next to Bulma, she froze in fear and Vegeta almost felt sorry for the little thing, but thought against it.
"You better make that, woman," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine, "or next time my father decided to pick on you I won't be there to help. And you better not tell anyone, either. I think you'll actually like this one." And he walked out of the room.
Bulma let out the breath she had been holding. Kami, he scared her when he did that. She was always a little nervous around both of the Vegeta's now. She didn't take to being beaten up very well. She carefully picked up the prints and scanned them over.
"A machine that enhances gravity? Strange. I suppose he would be able to train more. I'll work on it when I have time."
Again days turned into weeks, as weeks into months. And the more the emotions grew, the more the pain grew. Each longed for each other, each having an overstuffed ego and to chock full of pride to admit it. Vegeta went on thinking about Bulma and how he DIDN'T want her and Bulma, about how she was just kidding herself and she doesn't deserve a boyfriend.
Jenni became more and more part of the three girls life, and Goku and Chichi had moved to the kissing stage, along with 18 and Krillin. It was all Bulma could do to keep from bursting out in tears when the other two couples were at it, wishing she could have someone to hold her.
Jenni saw the hurt one of her best friends and her beloved older brother were experiencing. She solely decided to do something about it.
Ok, was that long enough? I don't feel like writing a 25 pager like the 2nd chapter. This is my favorite chap so far. It's far more eventful then the others. And our Bulma and Vegeta are having pride clashes, neh? What's cute little Jenni going to do? Hn…who know what goes on in the mind of a 10 year old.
Oh hey, part of this plot is a little tiny bit of The flying pen. Ok? So flying pen, don't sue me because as I have said before, you'll only get a few pennies and my brother. Who is a little turd, might I add.
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Favorite quotes:
"Love is just another way to bleed."
"I don't live to fight, I fight to fight."
"Accept reality, for it's out there, waiting to swallow you whole."
"Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub. Amen."
"Lead, follow, or get out of the way."
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