Chapter 8...still working on ideas...where would you like us to go from here?
The sun shined through the glass door of the balcony awakening the sleeping warrior. He rubbed his eyes at the glaring light and looked around for the time. It was an uncommonly bright time of day that the prince was not used to seeing; regularly he was up before dawn. Considering the place of the sun, it was nearing lunchtime, and he should have already been in the gravity room by now. Pondering last night's events he had wanted to get back to his training. He turned his head slightly to see Bulma looking down at him with concerned eyes.
"What?! What are you staring at woman? Why didn't you wake me before now?" He growled at her, trying to start a fight before she asked any questions that he knew were on her mind. He started to get up out of bed, and she stopped him with one question before he could decide where he was headed.
"Vegeta, what's going on with you?" she asked with a troubled voice.
"Nothing that concerns you." He said as he turned to get dressed in his workout gear.
"Vegeta I know you've been having nightmares, it might help if you talked about it." Bulma replied with a trembling voice, knowing she was asking the inevitable.
"No." He said as he inched closer to the door.
"Vegeta?..." Bulma inquired as she pulled a long nightshirt on and grabbed his hand, "I'm worried about you. You block me out whenever anything is bothering you, and I want to know what's wrong."
"I block everyone out woman, why should you feel any different? Don't take it personally." He said in a derogatory tone.
"Please...you can't always keep everything bottled inside. It can't be helping you to continue these nightmares. I want you to know I'm here for you." She said with pleading eyes.
"Like you were here months ago. I see how you're here for people. This concerns no one, and it will stay that way. Don't ask any more questions. I am going to train now."
Bulma's face turned red, as she tried to hold back the anger that welled up inside. Still tugging on his hand, she turned to face him and kissed him as passionately as she could to keep his attention from leaving.
The kiss ended, and he replied pushing her away.
"Woman get off of me. Don't get on these mushy trips just because I slept with you last night. I'm going to t--r--a--i--n now!"
With that comment she tried to slap him, and he easily blocked it holding on to her wrist.
"That was uncalled for Vegeta. Forget it, stay in your boxed up world and stay miserable. I just want to understand you." She said with a burning tone.
"What the hell do you want me to tell you?" He screamed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she never expected what came out of her mouth next. "I can't stand to see you like this because...I love you Vegeta!" As soon as the words passed her lips she covered her mouth in disbelief. Sure she felt that, but in all the years of their relationship neither had ever spoke of any attached feelings. She knew it was a big mistake to ever take it that far and say it to his face, because he could never return it, no matter what he felt.
"I'm not capable of love, you should know that. Don't ask me to return that to you." He said in regard to her last comment. He really didn't know what else to say. Even if he felt a burning desire in his heart for this little vixen, he was never going to tell her. He didn't know how he felt for her, but it was something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, and he denied the fact of love even to himself. Many times he even questioned the theory, but he quickly beat himself senseless in the gravity room to take away any human affections he may be forming. However, most of the time it was to no affect. He couldn't leave her now; it was too late for that at this point. He had already become too grounded on this planet to ever turn back. But he would be damned if anyone would ever figure that out.
"Tell me what it was about Vegeta." She said trying to forget about what she had just said and changing back the subject to his nightmares.
"Fine woman, you want me to tell you. I will tell you!" He said raising his voice.
"When I was under Frieza's command. I was eight, and he made sure Zarbon and the others kept me in line until I was around ten when I had more power to scare them into leaving me alone."
"What are you trying to say?..." she said with her voice trembling at the thoughts of what he was delving into.
"They would beat me to put me in my place..." Before he could finish his sentence he looked to her, her eyes in shock.
"Don't think for a minute woman that they abused me like I know your thinking. It only lasted a couple of years; they only knocked me around a few times to keep me in order at a young age. They didn't want me rebelling against Frieza and making trouble, even though they all knew one day I would. It's not what everyone thinks. I just still have dreams of my life with that tyrant and what he did to my father. He promised nothing would happen if I did everything he asked of me. But he killed my father anyway. That was enough to drive me over the edge " He said.
"Vegeta that's awful." She said to him with compassion.
"I DON'T want your pity!!" He said with a shiver that went down his spine.
With that, a cry came from the baby's room, Trunks was awake. No words passed between the couple as Bulma started to head out the door. There was nothing she could say to him now, and she didn't even know how to react. As she walked down the hall, she felt someone's hand take hold of her own, and was pulled around to face him. Vegeta stood with his forehead touching hers staring into her eyes and his arms wrapped around her waist. He let out a deep sigh, and kissed her. His grip tightened and inched closer down her backside, as her hands wrapped around his neck. He was never a man of many words, but she knew that he was troubled. Just from the power in his kiss he was telling her he was sorry. Trunk's pitched cry got louder as she held on to Vegeta with all she had. Once she turned her head around in the direction of the baby's room, Vegeta was gone and headed to the gravity chamber.
The sun shined through the glass door of the balcony awakening the sleeping warrior. He rubbed his eyes at the glaring light and looked around for the time. It was an uncommonly bright time of day that the prince was not used to seeing; regularly he was up before dawn. Considering the place of the sun, it was nearing lunchtime, and he should have already been in the gravity room by now. Pondering last night's events he had wanted to get back to his training. He turned his head slightly to see Bulma looking down at him with concerned eyes.
"What?! What are you staring at woman? Why didn't you wake me before now?" He growled at her, trying to start a fight before she asked any questions that he knew were on her mind. He started to get up out of bed, and she stopped him with one question before he could decide where he was headed.
"Vegeta, what's going on with you?" she asked with a troubled voice.
"Nothing that concerns you." He said as he turned to get dressed in his workout gear.
"Vegeta I know you've been having nightmares, it might help if you talked about it." Bulma replied with a trembling voice, knowing she was asking the inevitable.
"No." He said as he inched closer to the door.
"Vegeta?..." Bulma inquired as she pulled a long nightshirt on and grabbed his hand, "I'm worried about you. You block me out whenever anything is bothering you, and I want to know what's wrong."
"I block everyone out woman, why should you feel any different? Don't take it personally." He said in a derogatory tone.
"Please...you can't always keep everything bottled inside. It can't be helping you to continue these nightmares. I want you to know I'm here for you." She said with pleading eyes.
"Like you were here months ago. I see how you're here for people. This concerns no one, and it will stay that way. Don't ask any more questions. I am going to train now."
Bulma's face turned red, as she tried to hold back the anger that welled up inside. Still tugging on his hand, she turned to face him and kissed him as passionately as she could to keep his attention from leaving.
The kiss ended, and he replied pushing her away.
"Woman get off of me. Don't get on these mushy trips just because I slept with you last night. I'm going to t--r--a--i--n now!"
With that comment she tried to slap him, and he easily blocked it holding on to her wrist.
"That was uncalled for Vegeta. Forget it, stay in your boxed up world and stay miserable. I just want to understand you." She said with a burning tone.
"What the hell do you want me to tell you?" He screamed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she never expected what came out of her mouth next. "I can't stand to see you like this because...I love you Vegeta!" As soon as the words passed her lips she covered her mouth in disbelief. Sure she felt that, but in all the years of their relationship neither had ever spoke of any attached feelings. She knew it was a big mistake to ever take it that far and say it to his face, because he could never return it, no matter what he felt.
"I'm not capable of love, you should know that. Don't ask me to return that to you." He said in regard to her last comment. He really didn't know what else to say. Even if he felt a burning desire in his heart for this little vixen, he was never going to tell her. He didn't know how he felt for her, but it was something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, and he denied the fact of love even to himself. Many times he even questioned the theory, but he quickly beat himself senseless in the gravity room to take away any human affections he may be forming. However, most of the time it was to no affect. He couldn't leave her now; it was too late for that at this point. He had already become too grounded on this planet to ever turn back. But he would be damned if anyone would ever figure that out.
"Tell me what it was about Vegeta." She said trying to forget about what she had just said and changing back the subject to his nightmares.
"Fine woman, you want me to tell you. I will tell you!" He said raising his voice.
"When I was under Frieza's command. I was eight, and he made sure Zarbon and the others kept me in line until I was around ten when I had more power to scare them into leaving me alone."
"What are you trying to say?..." she said with her voice trembling at the thoughts of what he was delving into.
"They would beat me to put me in my place..." Before he could finish his sentence he looked to her, her eyes in shock.
"Don't think for a minute woman that they abused me like I know your thinking. It only lasted a couple of years; they only knocked me around a few times to keep me in order at a young age. They didn't want me rebelling against Frieza and making trouble, even though they all knew one day I would. It's not what everyone thinks. I just still have dreams of my life with that tyrant and what he did to my father. He promised nothing would happen if I did everything he asked of me. But he killed my father anyway. That was enough to drive me over the edge " He said.
"Vegeta that's awful." She said to him with compassion.
"I DON'T want your pity!!" He said with a shiver that went down his spine.
With that, a cry came from the baby's room, Trunks was awake. No words passed between the couple as Bulma started to head out the door. There was nothing she could say to him now, and she didn't even know how to react. As she walked down the hall, she felt someone's hand take hold of her own, and was pulled around to face him. Vegeta stood with his forehead touching hers staring into her eyes and his arms wrapped around her waist. He let out a deep sigh, and kissed her. His grip tightened and inched closer down her backside, as her hands wrapped around his neck. He was never a man of many words, but she knew that he was troubled. Just from the power in his kiss he was telling her he was sorry. Trunk's pitched cry got louder as she held on to Vegeta with all she had. Once she turned her head around in the direction of the baby's room, Vegeta was gone and headed to the gravity chamber.
