The Second Worst Thing
Chapter 6: And The World Comes Crashing Down
By senzubean
I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way. I make no profit from this story. I just wrote it for fun.
300X Normal gravity.
Vegeta had never trained so well in his entire life. The blue-haired earthling no longer plagued him now that she was his.
His mate.
The new training bot was allowing him to ascend quickly to new levels. It was a perfect machine. God he loved that woman. And not just because she created revolutionary training equipment solely for him. And not because she had copulated with him in nearly every room of the Briefs mansion within the past two weeks, which Vegeta found impressive. She was just always there for him. If he needed her, she would be there waiting. He had yet to go to her, having conquered all the troubling things plaguing his mind but the idea of her being there was enough. It was the most secure thing he had ever had in his life. And now that he had actually succeeded in getting at least one thing he had set out for, he was in a renewed mindset to claim the rest. The Power of the Super Saiyan and Kakarrot's submission were close at hand.
Due to the new boost in confidence, Vegeta was able to train day in, day out without distraction.
"VEGETA!"
Vegeta turned to look at the video screen that had the nasty ability to appear whenever Bulma wanted..
"What?"
"We need to talk."
Vegeta sighed.
"I have no time to talk. Don't you realize I already wasted nearly three months?"
"Please."
Vegeta glared at her, the reluctantly lowered himself to the ground.
Inside, Bulma was tapping her foot impatiently as she sat at the coffee table.
"Make it quick, woman."
Bulma was un-impressed with his statement. "Vegeta, this relationship of ours needs some working on."
"What part?"
"All of it!" Bulma snapped.
Vegeta huffed in annoyance.
"I mean it Vegeta, You're acting just like Yaumcha used to."
"You're comparing me to that pathetic human you dumped like garbage." He erupted.
"You're not paying any attention to me."
Vegeta growled. "What is it with you and your 'attention'? If I'm not in here clinging to you, you feel neglected. Hmph!" Vegeta scoffed.
"It just seems that if you're not training, then you're having sex with me."
"Oh don't make me out to be the sex fiend, you're the one who pushed the sex."
"Whatever!" Bulma snapped angry that he was right. "I need more than just sex."
"You have more than just sex!"
"What? What do I have?"
"Me!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just what I said. I have nothing else to give you." Vegeta replied.
"You're not even trying to give me something else."
Vegeta closed his eyes, trying to keep his patience. "I don't understand."
"I need you to be here for me. All the time!"
Vegeta looked at her in disbelief. "Are you suggesting I give up training?"
"If you loved me you would!"
"If you loved me you would know not to ask that."
"Is it so hard, Vegeta? To give up fighting for the person you love."
"You have no idea what you're saying. Think for a moment why I will say no."
"If you loved me…"
Vegeta growled and walked away. "You're being foolish. Talk to me when you get you're senses together."
Bulma shook in rage.
"No!"
Vegeta stopped and looked back.
"No, if you won't give up what you love for me than you're not the one I want!"
"You mean… You.." Vegeta stammered.
Bulma crossed her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore."
"You mean you don't want to be..my mate."
"No. I should have known better. This would have never worked out. It's not all your fault."
Vegeta clenched his fists, his eyes. He turned his back on her so she wouldn't see…
"No, I should've known better!"
He turned around with a face so viscous it frightened Bulma.
"Vegeta don't.." The area around his ice-cold stare caught her attention. Tears had welled up and threatened to drop down his face at any second.
Vegeta felt a red-hot rage burning inside him. He was hurt. So hurt. He could kill her.
No, I couldn't.
He barged out of the house, back into the night.
Bulma ran to the window but didn't see him. The look on his face. The murderous glare. Bulma knew she had done something awful.
The ground started to rumble, shaking the house.
"Oh god no!" She tried to run outside, to try and take back what she'd said. A massive tremor knocked her off her feet and onto the floor.
From her position on the floor she saw the gravity room, a working space capsule, take off into the starry sky.
Tears poured from her eyes. She felt nothing inside of her. A vacant empty hollow, black as the sky her Prince had just retreated into. She'd pushed him away. Her prince. Her prince that would become a murderer again. And it was all her fault.
"Goku! Goku! GOKUUU!!"
The warriors stopped their sparring and looked down at a livid Chi-Chi.
"We're almost done Chi-Chi. Five more minutes OK?" Goku pleaded with his overly assertive wife.
"You have to come home now! Bulma's on the phone and she's hysterical!"
Piccolo and Goku exchanged nervous glances.
Moments later in the house, Goku went straight to the phone, everyone, even Piccolo, crowded around him so closely that the Saiyan barely had any room to breathe.
"What's happened, Bulma?"
Goku held the phone away from his head as Bulma bawled her explanation into the receiver.
"Woah, I can't understand a thing you're saying. Just calm down. Good, that's better. Now, let's try it again…what? WHAT ? WHAAAAAAAAT?"
Everyone gaped at him.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Gohan asked.
Goku turned to Piccolo. "BULMA SAID VEGETA LEFT THE PLANET AND SHE DOESN'T THINK HE'S COMING BACK!"
Piccolo's jaw dropped shock. Gohan looked confused as to why Piccolo and his father thought that was such a bad thing.
"Well good riddance!" Chi-Chi stated.
Goku turned on her. "You don't understand! Vegeta has to come back because he's… MMMPPPHHH!" Goku struggled to get Piccolo's hand away from his mouth. Piccolo picked up the receiver.
"Bulma."
"Piccolo?" Bulma stated confused between sobs. Then she started bawling again. "Vegeta left and he's gonna do something awful I just know! I made him evil again! I'm a terrible person!" She kept wailing in the namek's ear, who at this point was hoping she hadn't deafened him. "Y..you two guys could go after him. Please? My Dad's got another ship! I'd go myself but I know he just wouldn't listen to me!"
"That won't be necessary, Bulma. Vegeta will come back He won't want to miss the fight with the androids."
Piccolo's sentence reminded her of the androids, she'd gotten so caught up in herself that she'd completely forgotten about them. She thought Vegeta was training to just surpass Goku, and she hated to think that her love considered defeating another man, and her best friend at that, instead of spending time with her. Now it made sense. He was training to protect her. That's what he meant by giving himself to her. Bulma collapsed off her chair and wreaked painful sobs.
On the other end, Piccolo handed the phone back to Goku. "Console her. And remember to choose your words carefully." He warned.
"Right." Goku laughed and scratched the back of his head with his free hand.