Deal With It
Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
Vegeta opened his eyes slowly as he sat up. He looked around in the dark, barley aware of where he was. It took a moment but he heard 18's voice again and remembered what had woken him up. He got off the couch and walked over to the door leading into her room. He listened intently and heard her voice, but wasn't sure what she was saying. He slowly turned the knob and walked in to see her dark figure curled up on the floor next to the bed. The bed sheet was half way off the bed as if she had fallen out. He stepped up to her and kneeled at her side. "18." He put his hand on her arm and tried to shake her awake. She was muttering something that he couldn't understand. "18 wake up." Suddenly she sat up and screamed, sweat beading down her face. Vegeta took his hand off her arm and moved back slightly. She looked over at Vegeta and leaned back against the bed and drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She put her forehead down on her knees. Vegeta put his hand on her back. He could feel her shaking and breathing heavily at the same time. "18?" He didn't exactly know what to say, and he wasn't sure if he should try to comfort her, or just leave. He knew she didn't exactly care for him, in fact she probably despised him, so he got up and walked to the door. "Try to get some rest." She heard the door close and looked up. She climbed back in to the bed, and slowly fell asleep, tears streaming down her face.
"Coffee. Black." Vegeta told the waitress as he sat down across from 18. 18 didn't look up at him, but she continued to stare down at the cup of coffee between her hands. "You know that works better if you drink it." He told 18 as the waitress handed him his coffee.
"How did you find me?" 18 asked, still not looking up at him.
"I followed you."
"Why?"
"18 we're supposed to be engaged while in public, we need to act like it incase we're being watched."
"We haven't even started the case yet, they don't know who we are."
"Well this is good practice then, isn't it?" He took a sip of his coffee. 18 sighed. "Are you just going to pretend that last night didn't happen?" Vegeta shrugged, "Do you want to talk about it?" She closed her eyes. "I don't know." She looked up at him. He looked back at her and looked in to her eyes. He had never really seen them before, they were always hidden behind glasses, or he didn't pay attention when they weren't. He recalled what 18 had said the day before ~He said that I had sad eyes...~ and that she did. They were very sad and they seemed to pierce at his soul, it almost made him want to cry. He cleared his throat and looked out the window at the street, so he wouldn't have to look at her. "I think maybe we should go back and get ready." He said gruffly. They stood up and Vegeta left some money on the table before leaving. They walk up and 18 puts her jacket on and pulls out her cigarettes and puts one between her lips as they walk back to the hotel. Vegeta glances over at her as she lights it. "You know, you should really try to quit." She laughed slightly after pulling the cigarette away from her mouth and blowing out some smoke. "Great now he's giving me health advise." She smirked. "Hey it was just a suggestion. I quit about a year ago, and it's the best thing I've ever done." Vegeta realized how much like a cheesy anti-drug commercial he was sounded like. "I can't quit." She said bluntly. "Oh? Why?"
She took another puff blowing out smoke as the walk along the sidewalk. "If you must know...It's the only thing keeping my nerves in check." She stopped and turned to him, "There's a lot of things you don't understand about me, ok. So just stay off my back about it." She dropped the reduced cigarette and twists her foot over it, putting it out, and then continued to walk. Vegeta almost felt like asking her what she meant but he didn't. "Well we should go over our stories and make sure we get everything straight. Ok we met..." The two of them continued towards the hotel going over their information, getting ready for the mission ahead.
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
Vegeta opened his eyes slowly as he sat up. He looked around in the dark, barley aware of where he was. It took a moment but he heard 18's voice again and remembered what had woken him up. He got off the couch and walked over to the door leading into her room. He listened intently and heard her voice, but wasn't sure what she was saying. He slowly turned the knob and walked in to see her dark figure curled up on the floor next to the bed. The bed sheet was half way off the bed as if she had fallen out. He stepped up to her and kneeled at her side. "18." He put his hand on her arm and tried to shake her awake. She was muttering something that he couldn't understand. "18 wake up." Suddenly she sat up and screamed, sweat beading down her face. Vegeta took his hand off her arm and moved back slightly. She looked over at Vegeta and leaned back against the bed and drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She put her forehead down on her knees. Vegeta put his hand on her back. He could feel her shaking and breathing heavily at the same time. "18?" He didn't exactly know what to say, and he wasn't sure if he should try to comfort her, or just leave. He knew she didn't exactly care for him, in fact she probably despised him, so he got up and walked to the door. "Try to get some rest." She heard the door close and looked up. She climbed back in to the bed, and slowly fell asleep, tears streaming down her face.
"Coffee. Black." Vegeta told the waitress as he sat down across from 18. 18 didn't look up at him, but she continued to stare down at the cup of coffee between her hands. "You know that works better if you drink it." He told 18 as the waitress handed him his coffee.
"How did you find me?" 18 asked, still not looking up at him.
"I followed you."
"Why?"
"18 we're supposed to be engaged while in public, we need to act like it incase we're being watched."
"We haven't even started the case yet, they don't know who we are."
"Well this is good practice then, isn't it?" He took a sip of his coffee. 18 sighed. "Are you just going to pretend that last night didn't happen?" Vegeta shrugged, "Do you want to talk about it?" She closed her eyes. "I don't know." She looked up at him. He looked back at her and looked in to her eyes. He had never really seen them before, they were always hidden behind glasses, or he didn't pay attention when they weren't. He recalled what 18 had said the day before ~He said that I had sad eyes...~ and that she did. They were very sad and they seemed to pierce at his soul, it almost made him want to cry. He cleared his throat and looked out the window at the street, so he wouldn't have to look at her. "I think maybe we should go back and get ready." He said gruffly. They stood up and Vegeta left some money on the table before leaving. They walk up and 18 puts her jacket on and pulls out her cigarettes and puts one between her lips as they walk back to the hotel. Vegeta glances over at her as she lights it. "You know, you should really try to quit." She laughed slightly after pulling the cigarette away from her mouth and blowing out some smoke. "Great now he's giving me health advise." She smirked. "Hey it was just a suggestion. I quit about a year ago, and it's the best thing I've ever done." Vegeta realized how much like a cheesy anti-drug commercial he was sounded like. "I can't quit." She said bluntly. "Oh? Why?"
She took another puff blowing out smoke as the walk along the sidewalk. "If you must know...It's the only thing keeping my nerves in check." She stopped and turned to him, "There's a lot of things you don't understand about me, ok. So just stay off my back about it." She dropped the reduced cigarette and twists her foot over it, putting it out, and then continued to walk. Vegeta almost felt like asking her what she meant but he didn't. "Well we should go over our stories and make sure we get everything straight. Ok we met..." The two of them continued towards the hotel going over their information, getting ready for the mission ahead.
~To be continued~
