Vegeta waited for a little bit, making sure she wasn't tricking him and
walked over. Bulma laid in the grass and appeared not to be breathing. He
grimaced in a sick pleasure of seeing her lay there, at his feet, defeated
by her own idiocity – yet the anger he felt deep inside didn't subside. Why
not? Question came up throbbing in his head. SHE was at his feet, wasn't
she? He continued to look down at her, with a blank expression in his face
– as sudden images of her deep blue eyes flashed before him as he laid in
bed – the first time Gravitron blew up. And although Bulma didn't know he
was watching her through slightly opened eyelids – her behavior made him
ponder. Would she be like that if she knew he was awake. He felt a warm and
soft touch of her hand on his forehead. Her stare – concerning and worried.
Vegeta smirked. She sat there for hours, looking at him, holding his hand,
until her own strength has abandoned her. And as she leaned to kiss him on
the forehead, he felt burning hot tears dripping from her chin. Was she
crying for him?
"Please, don't die, Vegeta" – she whispered as he laid in the room, pretending to be out "Please… just…don't die". Stubborn Saiyan growled, like a wild animal, he was getting madder and madder at his own self for remembering this. WHY couldn't he just HATE HER! Just like he hated Goku? He blinked and realized that he was still staring at the back of her head, with her possibly dead from pushing herself over the edge, right there, at his feet. For a moment a shadow of concern watered down Vegeta's face, as he listened to her life force. That woman wasn't dead yet. He grinned and picked her up, and as Bulma's head rolled onto his shoulder he felt a shiver coming down his spine where her hair touched his skin. Vegeta gripped himself. She was just a woman.
She was out for quite sometime. The sun began to sink over the tops of the trees, but she was still out. Her face was motionless, and every time he looked over she didn't even wince. Vegeta got up and walked off, hoping to burn off some fumes. All this time, sitting next to her, listening to her breathe made him want to punch himself in the stomach. HE! The proud pentacle of the elite race of warriors, would disgrace down to … liking a weak woman like that? He kicked a rock, sending it flying through the air at blistering speeds, as he walked just to have a look see around. And yet there was something to her… something only she knew was there. Vegeta was never a stranger to a company of a woman. Yet there was something about HER… that readiness that she spat out fire with, that feistiness – he could only imagine what it would be like, if he would happen to make love to a her. He growled again, and although Vegeta desperately struggled to regain the control over his raging hormones – he was certainly failing miserably at it. She might have been weaker then any of the other female warriors he's been with – but no one was EVER more desirable to him, then she was. No one.
Vegeta stopped. Gorgeous scenery surrounded him – majestic mountains, blue skies tinted with scarlet drops of the sunset. Beauty and calm – but his heart and mind were blind and deaf to all of this – he saw and felt nothing but the emptiness inside of him. He didn't love her – it was a dumb idea to even CONSIDER that a warrior prince would ever waste his time on a stupid thing like that – but he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted her. That woman, had to belong to him – even if it WAS for just one night.
He came back when it was completely dark, and peeked into the tent. There were no changes. Her chest was coming up and down with the preciseness of an old clock. Her face continued to stay calm, and her skin's tone same. He sat next to her, and closed his eyes. Last thing he needed is to sit here and baby-sit this ridiculous Earth woman. And yet he couldn't help it. This annoying thought ran through his mind. "What if she dies?" – it gnawed at the back of his mind. "What do I care?" – Vegeta growled at himself. – "there's plenty more from where this came from…."
He was deeply emerged in that self-argument as he heard week sobs, coming from her and turned around. She was still lying on the ground with her eyes closed and tears running down her face.
Please – she said quietly in a whimpering voice – don't do this to me.
He grinned.
Stupid woman – he said quite pleased with himself.
Please… Yamcha… don't… - and the tears rolled down her face again, as she struggled not to sob.
What a pathetic excuse… - Vegeta started but words froze on his lips. He sank to his
Knees and even before he, himself knew what was going on, he grabbed her and held her close, but gentle trying to calm her down. Bulma's head leaned against his chest and he felt hot burning tears that dripped from her chin. Ultimately, Bulma quieted down and fell back into the peaceful sleep, but the Saiyan Warrior Prince continued to sit there, holding her, as if afraid that she is going to start crying again, if he ever put her down.
Bulma woke up early in the morning, in her sleeping bag. She sat up trying to remember what happened and gasped with horror. She passed out!! Vegeta could have…!!! She looked down at herself, and realized that nothing happened. She was still fully clothed, and inside a sleeping bag. She remembered clearly dropping face first into the grass. So how did she…. A thought brought deep red color to Bulma's cheeks and she stuck her head outside to see if Vegeta was anywhere around. She felt his ki near by, but not anywhere in site. Bulma got out of her tent, and took couple of steps on the grass. Her head continued to spin, but it wasn't bad.
My god – she mumbled – how long have I been out? What happened? Has he actually carried me here?
Her stomach growled, and she started up a fire to prepare some breakfast. She opened up a can of food, and plopped it onto the heated skillet.
I suppose I should make some for Vegeta – she told herself, as her hand reached for
the second portion of food in the bag – Yeah right! What are you, a slave for him? – and a hand jerked back – But he did bring me to the tent. He could have just left me outside. Who knows what would have happened if he did. – she reached for the food again. – But you hate him. Remember what he tried to do? – the hand jerked back – Yeah, but he didn't do it, now did he? – she finally grabbed the target and started to make enough food for Vegeta too. Watching the skillet heat up, she caught herself thinking of the midget. So what if he carried her there? Cry me a river – she angrily rolled her eyes – I build and maintain a machine that allows him to push himself to the edge, I put clothes on his back and food in his stomach – and he should be THANKFULL I am NOT throwing him out like a little dog he is. She stirred the food with the spoon. Her mother, always over fascinated with Vegeta's deeply embedded chest muscles, that he loved to show off, walking around Capsule Corp shirtless. She hated seeing him like that, but even when Saiyan didn't stop to even drop a glance at her – she knew he was doing it to annoy her. She hated Vegeta's childish behavior, and even if he claimed that he was a PRINCE – he certainly DID NOT know how to behave like one.
It's been more then several times, that Bulma caught herself thinking about Vegeta in ways that she only thought about Yamcha before. At first, those thoughts were there to amuse her – to make her laugh at her own silliness. Then, the repulsed her – and made her angry, allowing her to push herself even farther in her training. And now – she didn't see anything bad about those thoughts. Vegeta might not have been the best-looking guy around – but his body sure made her drool once in a while. Bulma winced and shuddered, dear GOD what was she thinking. She felt like slapping herself, Vegeta's image came dirty and disgusting – in a light she never ever wanted to deal with. Automatically stirring the food, she tried to get her thoughts off the well-known path and concentrate on the food she was making. Feeding Vegeta was a chore, of a very hard quality, because God knows that making all that food wasn't an easy task. Saiyan ate like he was a bottomless pit. As soon as it was all prepared, she separated their portions, put hers on her plate and left Vegeta's on the side of the fire, to keep it warm. She still felt his ki at the same distance, but wasn't sure if she should wait for him.
Bulma ate quietly, looking at her plate. She couldn't stop thinking about what might have had happened if she didn't pass out. Surely, it would come as no surprise to anyone if Vegeta would kill her right there and then. On the spot. He still could have. Vegeta – he's an animal. She shuddered with disgust. Things that Saiyan reminded her of, weren't even remotely pleasant. Not to mention that he got under her skin, and disturbed her every moment she was able to steal away for herself, hoping for some quiet time. He took whatever he wanted, without bothering to concern himself with needs of others. She growled deep in her throat, as she remembered his eyes, when she stood in her birthday suit, in the lake waters. She hated him almost as much as she hated Piccolo. That was before Piccolo turned good.
That was also BEFORE Bulma got to train with Piccolo. Sure the Namek was a jerk, and he treated her like crap, and most of the times, he just enjoyed beating her to a bloody pulp – but it was never an unfair advantage. In a way, Namek helped her learn something about herself – something she never thought she'd see. A love fore revenge, he taught her how to indulge her strongly burning anger, her never-ending energy – her power. There was a time when Bulma felt quite attracted to him… but then again….
Bulma sweat dropped in the middle of the thought and scratched her head. Maybe I did hit my headway too hard flying through those tree trunks – she pondered, trying to contain her blushing to moderate. She did have a slight crush on the Namek this one time – but even if Piccolo WAS interested in her that way, it would have never worked out. She couldn't stand his constant solitary needs – even Vegeta was better in that plan – at least he annoyed her enough to let her know he was still alive. Bulma raised her eyes, and checked the food left on the fire. At this moment in time, she began to feel foolish, for making food for Vegeta.
"Servant woman, bring me my towel" – he yelled all the way across Capsule Corp. Oooh, how she wished that Vegeta for once would get killed and NOT wished back.
But there was something else she saw. There was a certain feeling in Vegeta's eyes, something that she only seen glimpse moments at a time. His eyes, so powerful, piercing, shuddering, shocking and yet…so… so lonely. Bulma frowned. There was something deep inside those eyes, there was something deep inside of Vegeta that no one has ever seen yet. There was a heart beating somewhere deep inside of all that nastiness and coldness. A heart… if he was a complete monster, he wouldn't have carried her here. She sighed and shook her head. "What am I thinking? Where are those thoughts coming from? Vegeta? With a heart? HA!" And yet that image didn't let her go. Bulma slammed a fork on her plate in anger.
What's wrong? – she heard a cocky voice towering above her head – your food is too hot? – that made her almost jump out of her skin. She got so carried away with her thoughts that she didn't even feel him close by. Bulma frowned.
None of your business – she answered dryly – your food is on the fire.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, but it was written all over his satisfied smirk. She couldn't stand it, Bulma hated herself for owning her life and maybe even her honor to this sleaze bag. She growled and sprang up to her feet.
Go to hell – she barked at him, as Vegeta opened his mouth to say something - GO TO HELL YOU MONSTER! – she yelled and took off.
She ran until she stumbled and fell to her knees. Demons of anger, disgust and hate
tore her from inside to shreds. She wanted to break Vegeta's neck with one snap, but she knew well that kicking Vegeta's ass was a bit over her head. At least at this point. This helplessness drove her mad. Bulma clenched her fists, and uttered a yell, blowing up with a dizzy display of powers. She felt raw fury, this untamed power surging through her veins, as she clenched her teeth, and cut the flesh of her palms with her nails… all of the sudden she began to cry.
Vegeta's eyebrows curved in a slight surprise, mixed with a feeling of a deep self-satisfaction ( much to his delight) as he watched her run away. He smirked. Stupid woman even forgot to fly – he continued to methodically chew his food. What did he care if she was in distress or not – he was here to kill her – that's all. Kill her… or have her. Have her… own every single moment of her life, every single corner of her subconscious, control her every breath, sigh, heartbeat… Even if all of this was for just couple of moments – nothing could ever bring him more satisfaction then this. He growled – what the hell was about HER that made him so anxious to experience what it was like to be with her. If it was just to satisfy the needs of his flesh – WHY in HELL was he so bent over it? It wasn't like he has never done this before, it wasn't like there weren't any other females around. Hormonal trip or not – Vegeta certainly KNEW he could handle it – at least he could before. A thought flashed through his mind and as he horrifyingly began to realize that it just might be true, he felt that maybe, just maybe if he had her once – he will NEVER let her go. This feeling aroused something in Vegeta that made him forget his food.
DAMN IT! – she fire a kamehameha that bore a whole right through the forest,
burning the trees and leveling the ground. Bulma gulped. She let her anger get the best of her. Her hands hung hopelessly, as she stared at the ground.
A tap on the shoulder startled her. She turned around, and bumped nose to nose with
Vegeta.
Why won't you leave me alone??? – she shouted and tensed up once again - what is it that you want??? WHAT??
Vegeta stood there, calmly looking her right in the eyes.
Leave me alone – Bulma jerked her shoulder, throwing his hand off.
Vegeta took another step and she could feel his breath on her skin. She wanted to take a step back but something felt like her feet were glued to the ground.
Leave me alone, Vegeta – she squeezed through tightly clenched teeth, and moved her face as far away from his as she could. Vegeta stood, calmly looking at her.
Why are you letting that low life get to you so? – all of the sudden he asked. And it was the calmness of his voice that threw her completely off, leaving her wondering.
W..what? – Bulma asked as her anger instantly evaporated in the air – what do you mean?
That weakling boyfriend of yours – Vegeta said – why do you let him get to you?
Bulma blushed and looked away.
What do you know – she snapped. – And what the hell do you care?
I don't – he grinned – you foolish woman. Don't you know… -his voice shook, because even Vegeta couldn't believe what he was saying - you deserve better.
Bulma couldn't believe her ears.
Wh..what did you just say, Vegeta? What? This is some sort of a sick joke? Yeah, probably, one of your darn sick jokes!!
You deserve better – he repeated as all of the sudden she realized that same long lost feeling came back to his eyes.
Bulma smirked, shooing that image away from her. Vegeta is a monster.
Oh yeah, and I suppose YOU know what…- but she never got to finish the sentence,
as Vegeta leaned forward and kissed her. Bulma was surprised enough not to push him away. All of the sudden her heart began to race as if she has never done this before. But this was…this was Vegeta kissing her.
Luckily, before she could push the Saiyan away, Vegeta moved himself.
You deserve better – he said again – piercing her with his eyes – you deserve a Saiyan prince. Not some weakling, low life.
How dare you – she said whispering – how dare you kiss me? Who do you think YOU are? – she angrily slapped him. But it didn't look like the slap penetrated Vegeta's thick skin.
Ouch… - he grinned mocking her anger, yet fruitlessly trying to cover up that stinging feeling deep in his chest. Anger began to rise in his veins – how dare she reject him – that really hurt.
Bulma frowned even worse.
Get lost – she answered and turned around. – I said get lost. What would you know about loving someone? And don't you DARE touch me again. – with her arm she wiped her lips. – YOU HEAR ME, VEGETA???!!! – she dropped a glance over her shoulder as their eyes met one more time.
Or what? – his eyebrow climbed up again in a cocking expression – you're going to do what?
I might not kill you, you slime – she grinned, flipping Vegeta off – but don't worry, Goku surely will. He's done it before, and he'll do it again. So, I WOULDN'T think that I own the planet, if I were you – she answered turning completely around and facing Vegeta
Fine – this time Vegeta seemed to be pissed. – Do as you wish – he frowned – stupid woman. But don't you think that that fool Kakkorot will actually defeat me. Me! Prince of all Saiyans! – he grinned at her one more time before taking off and vanished in the blue bright sky. Bulma covered her face with her hands, and began to cry. Life was just getting from bad to worse.
"Please, don't die, Vegeta" – she whispered as he laid in the room, pretending to be out "Please… just…don't die". Stubborn Saiyan growled, like a wild animal, he was getting madder and madder at his own self for remembering this. WHY couldn't he just HATE HER! Just like he hated Goku? He blinked and realized that he was still staring at the back of her head, with her possibly dead from pushing herself over the edge, right there, at his feet. For a moment a shadow of concern watered down Vegeta's face, as he listened to her life force. That woman wasn't dead yet. He grinned and picked her up, and as Bulma's head rolled onto his shoulder he felt a shiver coming down his spine where her hair touched his skin. Vegeta gripped himself. She was just a woman.
She was out for quite sometime. The sun began to sink over the tops of the trees, but she was still out. Her face was motionless, and every time he looked over she didn't even wince. Vegeta got up and walked off, hoping to burn off some fumes. All this time, sitting next to her, listening to her breathe made him want to punch himself in the stomach. HE! The proud pentacle of the elite race of warriors, would disgrace down to … liking a weak woman like that? He kicked a rock, sending it flying through the air at blistering speeds, as he walked just to have a look see around. And yet there was something to her… something only she knew was there. Vegeta was never a stranger to a company of a woman. Yet there was something about HER… that readiness that she spat out fire with, that feistiness – he could only imagine what it would be like, if he would happen to make love to a her. He growled again, and although Vegeta desperately struggled to regain the control over his raging hormones – he was certainly failing miserably at it. She might have been weaker then any of the other female warriors he's been with – but no one was EVER more desirable to him, then she was. No one.
Vegeta stopped. Gorgeous scenery surrounded him – majestic mountains, blue skies tinted with scarlet drops of the sunset. Beauty and calm – but his heart and mind were blind and deaf to all of this – he saw and felt nothing but the emptiness inside of him. He didn't love her – it was a dumb idea to even CONSIDER that a warrior prince would ever waste his time on a stupid thing like that – but he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted her. That woman, had to belong to him – even if it WAS for just one night.
He came back when it was completely dark, and peeked into the tent. There were no changes. Her chest was coming up and down with the preciseness of an old clock. Her face continued to stay calm, and her skin's tone same. He sat next to her, and closed his eyes. Last thing he needed is to sit here and baby-sit this ridiculous Earth woman. And yet he couldn't help it. This annoying thought ran through his mind. "What if she dies?" – it gnawed at the back of his mind. "What do I care?" – Vegeta growled at himself. – "there's plenty more from where this came from…."
He was deeply emerged in that self-argument as he heard week sobs, coming from her and turned around. She was still lying on the ground with her eyes closed and tears running down her face.
Please – she said quietly in a whimpering voice – don't do this to me.
He grinned.
Stupid woman – he said quite pleased with himself.
Please… Yamcha… don't… - and the tears rolled down her face again, as she struggled not to sob.
What a pathetic excuse… - Vegeta started but words froze on his lips. He sank to his
Knees and even before he, himself knew what was going on, he grabbed her and held her close, but gentle trying to calm her down. Bulma's head leaned against his chest and he felt hot burning tears that dripped from her chin. Ultimately, Bulma quieted down and fell back into the peaceful sleep, but the Saiyan Warrior Prince continued to sit there, holding her, as if afraid that she is going to start crying again, if he ever put her down.
Bulma woke up early in the morning, in her sleeping bag. She sat up trying to remember what happened and gasped with horror. She passed out!! Vegeta could have…!!! She looked down at herself, and realized that nothing happened. She was still fully clothed, and inside a sleeping bag. She remembered clearly dropping face first into the grass. So how did she…. A thought brought deep red color to Bulma's cheeks and she stuck her head outside to see if Vegeta was anywhere around. She felt his ki near by, but not anywhere in site. Bulma got out of her tent, and took couple of steps on the grass. Her head continued to spin, but it wasn't bad.
My god – she mumbled – how long have I been out? What happened? Has he actually carried me here?
Her stomach growled, and she started up a fire to prepare some breakfast. She opened up a can of food, and plopped it onto the heated skillet.
I suppose I should make some for Vegeta – she told herself, as her hand reached for
the second portion of food in the bag – Yeah right! What are you, a slave for him? – and a hand jerked back – But he did bring me to the tent. He could have just left me outside. Who knows what would have happened if he did. – she reached for the food again. – But you hate him. Remember what he tried to do? – the hand jerked back – Yeah, but he didn't do it, now did he? – she finally grabbed the target and started to make enough food for Vegeta too. Watching the skillet heat up, she caught herself thinking of the midget. So what if he carried her there? Cry me a river – she angrily rolled her eyes – I build and maintain a machine that allows him to push himself to the edge, I put clothes on his back and food in his stomach – and he should be THANKFULL I am NOT throwing him out like a little dog he is. She stirred the food with the spoon. Her mother, always over fascinated with Vegeta's deeply embedded chest muscles, that he loved to show off, walking around Capsule Corp shirtless. She hated seeing him like that, but even when Saiyan didn't stop to even drop a glance at her – she knew he was doing it to annoy her. She hated Vegeta's childish behavior, and even if he claimed that he was a PRINCE – he certainly DID NOT know how to behave like one.
It's been more then several times, that Bulma caught herself thinking about Vegeta in ways that she only thought about Yamcha before. At first, those thoughts were there to amuse her – to make her laugh at her own silliness. Then, the repulsed her – and made her angry, allowing her to push herself even farther in her training. And now – she didn't see anything bad about those thoughts. Vegeta might not have been the best-looking guy around – but his body sure made her drool once in a while. Bulma winced and shuddered, dear GOD what was she thinking. She felt like slapping herself, Vegeta's image came dirty and disgusting – in a light she never ever wanted to deal with. Automatically stirring the food, she tried to get her thoughts off the well-known path and concentrate on the food she was making. Feeding Vegeta was a chore, of a very hard quality, because God knows that making all that food wasn't an easy task. Saiyan ate like he was a bottomless pit. As soon as it was all prepared, she separated their portions, put hers on her plate and left Vegeta's on the side of the fire, to keep it warm. She still felt his ki at the same distance, but wasn't sure if she should wait for him.
Bulma ate quietly, looking at her plate. She couldn't stop thinking about what might have had happened if she didn't pass out. Surely, it would come as no surprise to anyone if Vegeta would kill her right there and then. On the spot. He still could have. Vegeta – he's an animal. She shuddered with disgust. Things that Saiyan reminded her of, weren't even remotely pleasant. Not to mention that he got under her skin, and disturbed her every moment she was able to steal away for herself, hoping for some quiet time. He took whatever he wanted, without bothering to concern himself with needs of others. She growled deep in her throat, as she remembered his eyes, when she stood in her birthday suit, in the lake waters. She hated him almost as much as she hated Piccolo. That was before Piccolo turned good.
That was also BEFORE Bulma got to train with Piccolo. Sure the Namek was a jerk, and he treated her like crap, and most of the times, he just enjoyed beating her to a bloody pulp – but it was never an unfair advantage. In a way, Namek helped her learn something about herself – something she never thought she'd see. A love fore revenge, he taught her how to indulge her strongly burning anger, her never-ending energy – her power. There was a time when Bulma felt quite attracted to him… but then again….
Bulma sweat dropped in the middle of the thought and scratched her head. Maybe I did hit my headway too hard flying through those tree trunks – she pondered, trying to contain her blushing to moderate. She did have a slight crush on the Namek this one time – but even if Piccolo WAS interested in her that way, it would have never worked out. She couldn't stand his constant solitary needs – even Vegeta was better in that plan – at least he annoyed her enough to let her know he was still alive. Bulma raised her eyes, and checked the food left on the fire. At this moment in time, she began to feel foolish, for making food for Vegeta.
"Servant woman, bring me my towel" – he yelled all the way across Capsule Corp. Oooh, how she wished that Vegeta for once would get killed and NOT wished back.
But there was something else she saw. There was a certain feeling in Vegeta's eyes, something that she only seen glimpse moments at a time. His eyes, so powerful, piercing, shuddering, shocking and yet…so… so lonely. Bulma frowned. There was something deep inside those eyes, there was something deep inside of Vegeta that no one has ever seen yet. There was a heart beating somewhere deep inside of all that nastiness and coldness. A heart… if he was a complete monster, he wouldn't have carried her here. She sighed and shook her head. "What am I thinking? Where are those thoughts coming from? Vegeta? With a heart? HA!" And yet that image didn't let her go. Bulma slammed a fork on her plate in anger.
What's wrong? – she heard a cocky voice towering above her head – your food is too hot? – that made her almost jump out of her skin. She got so carried away with her thoughts that she didn't even feel him close by. Bulma frowned.
None of your business – she answered dryly – your food is on the fire.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, but it was written all over his satisfied smirk. She couldn't stand it, Bulma hated herself for owning her life and maybe even her honor to this sleaze bag. She growled and sprang up to her feet.
Go to hell – she barked at him, as Vegeta opened his mouth to say something - GO TO HELL YOU MONSTER! – she yelled and took off.
She ran until she stumbled and fell to her knees. Demons of anger, disgust and hate
tore her from inside to shreds. She wanted to break Vegeta's neck with one snap, but she knew well that kicking Vegeta's ass was a bit over her head. At least at this point. This helplessness drove her mad. Bulma clenched her fists, and uttered a yell, blowing up with a dizzy display of powers. She felt raw fury, this untamed power surging through her veins, as she clenched her teeth, and cut the flesh of her palms with her nails… all of the sudden she began to cry.
Vegeta's eyebrows curved in a slight surprise, mixed with a feeling of a deep self-satisfaction ( much to his delight) as he watched her run away. He smirked. Stupid woman even forgot to fly – he continued to methodically chew his food. What did he care if she was in distress or not – he was here to kill her – that's all. Kill her… or have her. Have her… own every single moment of her life, every single corner of her subconscious, control her every breath, sigh, heartbeat… Even if all of this was for just couple of moments – nothing could ever bring him more satisfaction then this. He growled – what the hell was about HER that made him so anxious to experience what it was like to be with her. If it was just to satisfy the needs of his flesh – WHY in HELL was he so bent over it? It wasn't like he has never done this before, it wasn't like there weren't any other females around. Hormonal trip or not – Vegeta certainly KNEW he could handle it – at least he could before. A thought flashed through his mind and as he horrifyingly began to realize that it just might be true, he felt that maybe, just maybe if he had her once – he will NEVER let her go. This feeling aroused something in Vegeta that made him forget his food.
DAMN IT! – she fire a kamehameha that bore a whole right through the forest,
burning the trees and leveling the ground. Bulma gulped. She let her anger get the best of her. Her hands hung hopelessly, as she stared at the ground.
A tap on the shoulder startled her. She turned around, and bumped nose to nose with
Vegeta.
Why won't you leave me alone??? – she shouted and tensed up once again - what is it that you want??? WHAT??
Vegeta stood there, calmly looking her right in the eyes.
Leave me alone – Bulma jerked her shoulder, throwing his hand off.
Vegeta took another step and she could feel his breath on her skin. She wanted to take a step back but something felt like her feet were glued to the ground.
Leave me alone, Vegeta – she squeezed through tightly clenched teeth, and moved her face as far away from his as she could. Vegeta stood, calmly looking at her.
Why are you letting that low life get to you so? – all of the sudden he asked. And it was the calmness of his voice that threw her completely off, leaving her wondering.
W..what? – Bulma asked as her anger instantly evaporated in the air – what do you mean?
That weakling boyfriend of yours – Vegeta said – why do you let him get to you?
Bulma blushed and looked away.
What do you know – she snapped. – And what the hell do you care?
I don't – he grinned – you foolish woman. Don't you know… -his voice shook, because even Vegeta couldn't believe what he was saying - you deserve better.
Bulma couldn't believe her ears.
Wh..what did you just say, Vegeta? What? This is some sort of a sick joke? Yeah, probably, one of your darn sick jokes!!
You deserve better – he repeated as all of the sudden she realized that same long lost feeling came back to his eyes.
Bulma smirked, shooing that image away from her. Vegeta is a monster.
Oh yeah, and I suppose YOU know what…- but she never got to finish the sentence,
as Vegeta leaned forward and kissed her. Bulma was surprised enough not to push him away. All of the sudden her heart began to race as if she has never done this before. But this was…this was Vegeta kissing her.
Luckily, before she could push the Saiyan away, Vegeta moved himself.
You deserve better – he said again – piercing her with his eyes – you deserve a Saiyan prince. Not some weakling, low life.
How dare you – she said whispering – how dare you kiss me? Who do you think YOU are? – she angrily slapped him. But it didn't look like the slap penetrated Vegeta's thick skin.
Ouch… - he grinned mocking her anger, yet fruitlessly trying to cover up that stinging feeling deep in his chest. Anger began to rise in his veins – how dare she reject him – that really hurt.
Bulma frowned even worse.
Get lost – she answered and turned around. – I said get lost. What would you know about loving someone? And don't you DARE touch me again. – with her arm she wiped her lips. – YOU HEAR ME, VEGETA???!!! – she dropped a glance over her shoulder as their eyes met one more time.
Or what? – his eyebrow climbed up again in a cocking expression – you're going to do what?
I might not kill you, you slime – she grinned, flipping Vegeta off – but don't worry, Goku surely will. He's done it before, and he'll do it again. So, I WOULDN'T think that I own the planet, if I were you – she answered turning completely around and facing Vegeta
Fine – this time Vegeta seemed to be pissed. – Do as you wish – he frowned – stupid woman. But don't you think that that fool Kakkorot will actually defeat me. Me! Prince of all Saiyans! – he grinned at her one more time before taking off and vanished in the blue bright sky. Bulma covered her face with her hands, and began to cry. Life was just getting from bad to worse.