Disclaimer: Hey, guess what? I'm typing really fast and listening to my favorite song, waiting for Sara to call back. Oh by the way, I don't own DBZ.
A/N: I owe you guys to just shut my mouth… OH. MY. GOD. I. CAN'T. I just went to go see the best movie on the face of this small mud ball. OH FDKALFJDKLAS;FJDKLA; OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG ETC. THAT IS THEEEE GREEEEAAAATTTTEEESSSSSTTTTT MOVIE OF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *whispers* the lord of the rings…wow…
Chapter Sixteen
Bulma…NO WAIT! MY SONG!!!!!…*clears throat* ok, done…
The REAL Chapter Sixteen
Bulma walked down the hall briskly, wiping the tears that fell onto the stone cold floor. She walked quickly, but quietly, so as not to cause any suspicion. She came to the door that lead to the ship dock, and she swallowed quietly.
Should I really do this? I mean, Chichi and 18 love me, and I don't want to hurt them. But I'm also hurting them by feeling sorry for myself. They feel bad for me, and I don't want that. Vegeta hates me…and Jenni…she has 18 and Chichi…even though she doesn't really hang out with them, she does that with me…oh, I need to stop thinking about this before I don't go. It's time I take control of my own life. If I can't have Vegeta…
Bulma sighed and broke the code for the ship dock door. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked into something extremely hard. Bulma stumbled and she felt strong and familiar hands clasped her shoulders, steadying her. She gasped and backed away quickly.
"Woman, where are you going?"
Bulma thought quickly and came up with what she had told him before. "You don't mess in my business, I don't mess with yours."
"Woman, I asked you a question and I want an answer." Bulma smirked.
"For a crazy second, I'd think you actually cared." Vegeta was taken aback by this question, but of course didn't show it. He crossed his arms.
"Woman, I couldn't care less." He regretted the words as soon as he saw the pain flash across her eyes. It may have only been for a mere second, but it mattered. Her beautiful face twisted into a sneer, trying to cover up her pain.
"Well…same here. I'm getting away from this shit hole, that's what I'm doing." Bulma tried to push past him, but it didn't work. He just chuckled and she punched him in the chest. "Move." He didn't.
"Why?" Bulma raised an annoyed eyebrow.
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to leave." Bulma stepped back.
"Because I can't stand another day looking at your hideous face." Bulma looked him straight in the eye, to see if that had effected him. Nope. Go figure…
"I don't believe you."
"Well, believe it because that's why." Vegeta shook his head and suddenly grasped Bulma's shoulders. She tensed and froze.
"Woman, answer me now." He snarled. Bulma looked away, but still felt his piercing stare.
"Because. Why do you want to know." She sighed and relaxed in his hold. He narrowed his eyes, saying that answer wasn't what he was looking for. Bulma looked down at her feet. "You really want to know? Huh? I was crazy to think you would care. You know that? I loved you! I did!" Her breathing became heavier as she was overwhelmed with anger and grief and pain. "I still love you! Even though I know you don't!" she yelled, then remembered it was about one o'clock in the morning and sighed. "Vegeta, you hurt me. I was serious when I said I couldn't stand looking at your face anymore, but for a whole different reason. It hurts, and I can't do this anymore. I may be strong willed, but no one could endure this kind of heartache. You wouldn't understand, so why am I even telling you. Just one more thing for you to hurt me with. The fact that I thought had a chance."
~ This woman…I have to tell her how I feel. I have to. But…my father…that bastard! I will kill him as soon as I get a mate… ~
"Woman, stop crying." Bulma sniffed. Vegeta took a hand off her shoulder and wiped her tears off her cheek with his thumb. That just unlocked more tears.
"Vegeta, don't…"
"Listen to me. I…you have to believe me. I…my father…" Bulma stopped crying and looked up at him, confused. This was the first time she had ever seen him…not know what to say. "My father threatened to kill you if I even thought about you. I am about three times stronger then him, but if I kill him I won't be able to inherit the throne because I don't have a mate. I…"
"Vegeta, I can't do this any more. I can't channel all of this forever! Just…" She stopped when Vegeta placed a hand under chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You better remember this because I'm not telling you again. I love you. You have to believe me." Bulma gasped and her eyes widened.
"Vegeta…I…your not lying, are you? If you are, I don't know what I…"
"I would not lie to you! Woman, do you want to go." Bulma shook her head.
"I can't. There are too many people here who love me. But…"
"What."
"What about your father?" Vegeta looked up and down the hall behind Bulma.
"As soon as I take a mate, I will kill him. It's as simple as that. For now, don't mention anything to anyone, except those friends of yours. But be careful, my father has spies everywhere." Bulma nodded and she walked a few steps up to Vegeta. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest. He looked down at her, and awkwardly put a stiff arm around her.
"Vegeta, don't tell me you don't know how to hug."
"I do, woman, but it's not like my father come up to me, gives me a big hug and tells me how proud he is of me. I'm used to it." Bulma sighed and stepped back.
"I better be going back to bed. I don't want Chichi and 18 to think anything about that note." Vegeta just nodded and Bulma walked down the hall. "Vegeta?" she called back.
"Hai?"
"You've just taken a five hundred pound burden off my chest, and thanks. I love you too." Vegeta nodded again and watched her retreating figure. He sighed.
"If anything happens to her…I don't know where I'd be…"
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a/n: AWWW! Wasn't that cute! Hey, I was originally going to have her leave, but…oh well. Another story. And don't worry, something big will happen, but sadly enough, I don't know how much longer this story will be…
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"YOUR KIDDING!" Chichi and 18 both yelled as Bulma told them of the night before. Chichi sat down, rubbing her forehead.
"So let me see if I have this right. First, you fall madly in love with him, then the thing at the lake, then he tells you he hates you, then you want to leave us! Ah, then he tells you the king told him he would kill you if vegetable brain loved you. He told you he loved you anyway, and now you might get KILLED if your not careful? Whew! This is the most dangerous relationship I have ever seen." She grinned. " But we'll be with you the whole time, right 18?" 18 nodded earnestly.
"We're with your 110%." Bulma smiled.
"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it."
"Don't forget about me!" Jenni exclaimed as she walked into the room. Bulma grinned.
"Hey Jen! How's your morning?" She sat down in front of Bulma on the floor.
"Great! Vegeta said he would get his servants to do my chores instead of his. So…I got an idea." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"You have an idea. Not got an idea." Jenni giggled and stuck out her tongue.
"Whatever. You guys wanna hear it or what?"
"Yeah, kid, what is it?" 18 asked. Jennie giggled again. "Come on!"
"Well, since Vegeta's servants are working my chores, you want to come and clean his room for me? We can make it really nice and…pretty!" She giggled at the word. Bulma couldn't help snickering at anything of Vegeta's pretty.
"Would he mind? I mean, he doesn't have any personal things in there, does he?" Jenni shook her head.
"Nah, I go in there all the time to clean and the only thing he does in there is sleep and eat. But we can make it really clean and stuff! It's really messy. His slaves are horrible cleaners." She wrinkled her nose.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to. I have to teach a class all day today, and I better get going," 18 said ruefully.
"Yeah, I have to cook a big dinner tonight for the king. But it sounds like a lot of fun! Sorry, I can't make it." Chichi shrugged.
"That's really too bad, it would've been fun. You don't mind if I do with Jenni, do you? Today's my day off." Chichi and 18 both shook their heads.
"Nah!" Chichi giggled. "You go! Hey, he's your lover." Bulma laughed.
"Alright, let's go Jen." Jenni nodded and practically dragged Bulma out the door.
Down the hall, Jenni talked on and on about how Vegeta loved Bulma and how he was so much happier now. Bulma just walked behind her, smiling. Everything seemed so…perfect.
"Right here." Jenni stopped and pointed to a door. She put her hand on the censor, and the door slid open. They both walked in and closed the door behind them.
Jenni turned the light on and it wasn't very bright. Bulma supposed he didn't really need a bright light anyway. Everything, everything, was blood red or black, and silk or velvet. The floor was squishy and a plush blood velvet. He had king sized bed and the sheets where in a knot at the end of the bed, and of course, a blood red. It was four post bed, the beautiful posts carved with intricate designs and painted jet black. He had a small, black, messy kitchen in the corner of the room, and a hang over deck. The big sliding glass door was covered by blood red curtains. The sun shone through, giving the room an erie red glow. He had huge walk in closet, all filled with various assortment of armor. There was clothes thrown everywhere, and he had a desk with a lamp, and paper scattered to every corner. The whole room was very beautiful, but erie all the same.
"Ok, you wanna start now?" Bulma nodded.
Jenni started in the kitchen, washing the dishes and cleaning and waxing the counters. Bulma plugged her nose as she carefully picked up the sweat and stinky and bloody clothes and put them into the laundry shoot. The job was getting too gross so she took the tongs from the kitchen and used them instead. She made changed his sheets and made his bed.
After about an hour of work, Jenni mentally contacted Vegeta. Bulma studied Jenni's look of concentration as she talked to Vegeta. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and smiled.
"Vegeta says that he'll be back in another hour or so. I had to cut him off because he was getting suspicious. He asked me if I was destroying his room and I said he'll have to wait and see." Jenni giggled and Bulma grinned.
She had to admit, even though she couldn't even cook a grilled cheese sandwich, she was a pretty good cleaner. His room didn't look so cluttered and you could actually see the floor. Bulma figured it was a guy thing…whatever it was, the room was clean.
Bulma dug around in his dresser for a piece of paper. She found one and a decent looking pen.
Dear Vegeta,
Hi. It's me. Jenni and I decided to clean your room, since no one else does. Like it? I know you are going to say no so don't even. The king doesn't even know yet so…for now…I love you.
Bulma
p.s. A lot.
"There, that should be good."
"Whatya writing?" Bulma shook her head and hid the paper from Jenni, who was looking over her shoulder.
"Grown up stuff." Jenni stuck out her tongue.
"Grown up stuff my butt." Bulma giggled and shrugged. "Aw, we should get going before Vegeta finds out."
"Yeah. Let's." Bulma placed the note on his pillow and pulled Jenni away from taking a peek. After all, Jenni didn't know about the king's threat and Bulma wanted to keep it that way.
She yanked Jenni out off the room and then Bulma got an idea.
"Hey Jen? Wanna see something cool?" Jenni nodded.
"Sure, why not. I don't have anything else to do. Where?"
"In my lab. I made them a while ago, but they are really great. C'mon!" She ran down the hall and Jenni followed, laughing.
"Whoa! That's really cool! Wow, how did you make that?" Bulma grinned as she held out the small little ki bottles.
"You want one?"
"Yeah!" Bulma held out a green one. Jenni took it and inspected it. "It has a crack right here…" Bulma stuck out her tongue.
"It does not." Jenni shrugged.
"So, why do you even like my brother?" Bulma was taken aback by such a forward question.
"Uh…"
"Oh come on," Jenni said, crossing her arms, "don't play dumb with me." Bulma flushed.
"Well, for one thing he is hot…"
"EW! That's gross! I'm telling him." Bulma snorted.
"I think he already knows. And I can't expect you to see him the way I do. You're his sister for crying out loud."
"True. What the other stuff?"
"He's…oh, I dunno. I just do, you'll understand when you get older." Bulma's face twisted into a wicked grin. "Speaking of getting older. Your almost 11 and I saw the cutest little boy in one of 18's classes…"
"Bulma! I don't want to have a boyfriend yet. I don't want to get older." Bulma away from her third bottle she had been making.
"Why not?" Jenni shrugged.
"Because I'm afraid I'll screw up. I like being a kid. That's all."
"Aw, your too cool to mess up anything. It's not that hard, you know. I'm 18. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm sure you'd make a great addition to Vegeta when he becomes king."
"When do you think he will?" Bulma shrugged.
"I'm not sure. He said he has to take mate then kill his father to inherit the throne."
"Yeah, well then, that won't be long." Bulma narrowed her eyes and playfully punched her in the arm. Jenni giggled.
"Oh yeah?…Well…you…stink." Jenni raised an eyebrow.
"Is that the best you could come up with?" Bulma shook her head.
"No way!" She grinned. "I just don't want to hurt the little kid's feelings…" Jenni tackled Bulma.
"Who's the little kid now?? Huh?"
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"Gardon!" The small rat-servant appeared from the shadows in front of the king.
"Yes, your majesty?" The king stroked his beard.
"It seems my son didn't quite believe me when I said that I would kill her if he loved her."
"And what do you propose we do, sire?" King Vegeta grinned wickedly.
"Then we'll just have do something about that girl…"
Yup, you guessed it. Over. Don't you just hate me? *grin* oh well. No, I'm just kidding. Yeah, uh, this is the end of this chapter. Everything is right with the world at the beginning, but then everything comes to a crashing halt. Hey, what's a story with out action, adventure, and suspense? No one likes everyone to be happy the whole time no matter how much you love the character. So…see ya next…time…
~*Goten's Gal*~
Response to readers:
Jen: Man girl, I am so sorry. I can't tell you why, but I am. Your going to hate me. Oops, said too much. *looks around in the dark room. Sees something moving in the corner…* Aw man, some one heard me…I gotta go…
Sara: So this isn't 20 pages. Sue me. *looks around the dark room. Sees something moving in the corner…* Aw man, someone heard me, I gotta go…*scratches head* Hey wait a min. Wasn't that just a few sentences ago? Hm…will wonders never cease?