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Trials and Tribulations
By Salsa Kitty The Chibi Saga Chapter Four: A Guilty Conscience
Vegeta knew that he probably wouldn't see Bulma again until that evening, when it was time to eat. Vegeta was still in shock after what had happened that morning: she had saved him from his father's wrath. He didn't understand why she had done that. If the roles were reversed, he would have enjoyed every little second of her humiliation at being punished in front of all of the Saiyan Elites. So, why didn't she do that to him? He didn't understand.
Also, she said she didn't want to be his Mate. How odd was that? Didn't every female want to be with the best male? Wasn't that just instinct? Wasn't he the best male a female could have? He was, after all, the Prince of all Saiyans. It was all a little too much for him to comprehend.
And how was it that she was so strong? Were girls as strong as boys? He always thought that females were rather weak in compare to males. So how was it possible that such a female was strong enough to even rival him?
These things seemed to perplex him through out the day. And when dinner was served Bulma just smiled at him and sat with her parents and ate.
Was she trying to be nice? Or was this a ploy? Or what? ~Oh well~ he thought to himself while they ate, ~It really doesn't matter at all what she does. 'Cause I'm gonna get her back for what she said the other day~
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The next morning, Vegeta got up at his usual time to go and workout at the training rooms at the northern end of the palace. He figured that he most likely would see Bulma there. ~Great.~ he thought to himself, ~we're probably going to have another fight again. I just hope that Father doesn't come in and kill me.~
He walked down the long halls of the palace to the training rooms. When he got there, he went in and looked inside. No one was there. He smiled to himself ~Good. She finally learned who to obey and respect around here! ~
"Hi Vegeta!"
"AHHHHH" Vegeta fell over in a classic anime style embarrassment. "What the hell are you doing here!"
Bulma was smiling. She had appeared out of nowhere behind him and scared him on purpose. "Nothing, I was just finishing up my workout. Actually I was just about to leave right when you got here."
Vegeta frowned. "Didn't I tell you yesterday that this is ~my~ training room."
"Did you? I don't remember." She looked up with her finger in her mouth trying to look innocent.
He growled, "Get the hell out of my training room!"
"Kami!" She turned her back at him, "Why the hell do you have to be so mean to me all the time!?! What the hell did I ever do to you?"
"You said I was ugly!"
She turned around, "Only after you called me a freak!"
"That's only because you are!"
"I AM NOT A FREAK!!!" She stepped away from him. Tears began to sting her eyes, but she held them back. In a calm, quiet tone she said, "You shouldn't call people names like that Vegeta. It's not my fault that I have blue hair. It's something that has made people look at me like I'm a freak, and people say that I'm a freak. I'm not. I'm just like everyone else. It's only people like you are too damn stupid to see that." She turned her back on him and left.
Vegeta just stood there and watched as she left. Her voice showed her genuine pain at the subject. He felt kinda bad about it. Now that he thought about it, she was right. He was the one who started the fight the day they met. He was the one who called her a freak. He was the one who was always being mean to her when she tried to be nice. yup, it was his fault for a lot of things. all because he didn't want to be mated with her, or anyone for that matter. ~Agh. There is no reason to feel bad! This is stupid! ~ He tried to convince himself. ~I'm gonna workout. Maybe that will get rid of this feeling.~
Unfortunately for Vegeta, it didn't. And neither did any of the other stuff that he did that day to make himself feel better did either. Actually, at times it made him feel worse. At dinner, when his father and him sat down with the Briefs to eat, Bulma didn't even look up at him. She just sat there and looked down at her plate and ate, not even looking up once at him or anyone else. While His father and the briefs talked on and on about grown up things, he studied her. She was wearing a long wine colored gown, her blue hair was up in a pretty style, and she had on a lovely necklace that matched her gown perfectly. She would have been beautiful had she not looked so sad. Her eyes that sparkled with brilliance usually, now looked dull. He didn't know if she was sad about what happened that morning, or what. He had noticed though, that she really hated wearing the evening gowns to dinner. She had always seemed to fuss with them, and so forth. Not that he could blame her, he hated having to get all dressed up for dinner too. But by now he was used to it, and it had become apart of his normal routine of the day. He still felt bad about what happened, even though he didn't want to admit it to himself. He had by now figured that the only way to feel better was that he was going to have to apologize to her. And he ~really~ didn't want to do that.
Later, during dessert, Vegeta decided that was what he was going to do. He was going to teller that he was sorry. He decided that he would do it in the morning, when he would see her at the training center.
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Vegeta got up super early the next morning, and ran down to the training center. He had thought about it all night. He was going to meet her there, and tell her that he was sorry for what he said. Yeah, and then she would accept his apology, and then they would become friends.
To him, his plans seemed flawless.
He had made it to the training room to find Bulma inside. She was up in the air, shadow sparring with an invisible opponent; her little grunts could be heard as she sparred off. He opened the door.
She stopped and looked at him.
Embarrassed, he smiled. "Hello Bulma."
"Hello Vegeta No Ouji." She said in a monotone. "What is it now? Am I intruding on your workout time?"
That hit him with a pang in his stomach. This was bad. She was still ~very~ pissed off at him for what happened yesterday. He could tell this by the way she said his name in his full title.
~Oh what the hell, just go on with it! What's the worst that could happen? ~ He thought to himself.
". Ummmm. no. I um, I wanted to . umm. I wanted to say sorry for what I said yesterday." Vegeta put his head down, and waited for her response.
Silence.
"Umm. Bulma.?" Vegeta looked up at her.
She had dropped down to the floor, and had begun to laugh.
"Hehe," Bulma said, "So the great Saiyan Prince has come down here so very early in the morning to say he's sorry to me? Tell me Vegeta, why is that? Hmm? Is that because you have a guilty conscience, and you want me to ease it with accepting your apology?"
Vegeta didn't say anything.
"Well, let me ask you this Vegeta, why do ~you~ think I should accept your apology?"
"Ummm. I dunno." Vegeta was at a loss of words, this was not how he planned this would be.
"I shouldn't!" She barked at him. "You've been nothing but mean to me for the last couple of days, especially when I've tried to be nice to you, and now you feel guilty 'cause you've realized your mistakes!" She took a deep breath. "You have no idea what it's like to have blue hair, and to be ridiculed for it everyday, just because it's different!" And now you feel guilty! Why should I sooth your guilty conscience? I know you wouldn't if it was me! All I wanted was to be friends with you! I mean c'mon Vegeta! I don't want to be Mated just as much as you don't want to be mated with me!!!"
"I understand that!" Vegeta cut in, "Should you forgive me, no, you probably shouldn't. But. I don't know why I was mean to you all those times. All I'm saying now is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said. Let's just be friends now, okay? All I want is to be friends now. I don't want to fight any more with you."
She sighed, "I don't want to fight either."
"Then can we be friends now.?"
"I'll have to think about it." She said as she began to walk past him. "Vegeta, what are you doing this afternoon, say about 1?"
"Nothing I don't think. Why?" He asked.
"Cause if I decide to be friends with you, I'll be at the courtyard at about 1, okay?"
"Um. okay."
"Okay then, C ya 'Geta." She smiled then took off out the door.
Author's notes: Hey there everyone. Sorry for my LONG absence. To know why I've been away, check out my profile, I explained it all there. Anyhoo. C ya later everybody! Big Hugs And Kisses to everyone that reads and reviews!!!!!!!
Salsa Kitty ^_~
PS: I'll do the reviewer responses next chp! Wuv ya!!!
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Trials and Tribulations
By Salsa Kitty The Chibi Saga Chapter Four: A Guilty Conscience
Vegeta knew that he probably wouldn't see Bulma again until that evening, when it was time to eat. Vegeta was still in shock after what had happened that morning: she had saved him from his father's wrath. He didn't understand why she had done that. If the roles were reversed, he would have enjoyed every little second of her humiliation at being punished in front of all of the Saiyan Elites. So, why didn't she do that to him? He didn't understand.
Also, she said she didn't want to be his Mate. How odd was that? Didn't every female want to be with the best male? Wasn't that just instinct? Wasn't he the best male a female could have? He was, after all, the Prince of all Saiyans. It was all a little too much for him to comprehend.
And how was it that she was so strong? Were girls as strong as boys? He always thought that females were rather weak in compare to males. So how was it possible that such a female was strong enough to even rival him?
These things seemed to perplex him through out the day. And when dinner was served Bulma just smiled at him and sat with her parents and ate.
Was she trying to be nice? Or was this a ploy? Or what? ~Oh well~ he thought to himself while they ate, ~It really doesn't matter at all what she does. 'Cause I'm gonna get her back for what she said the other day~
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The next morning, Vegeta got up at his usual time to go and workout at the training rooms at the northern end of the palace. He figured that he most likely would see Bulma there. ~Great.~ he thought to himself, ~we're probably going to have another fight again. I just hope that Father doesn't come in and kill me.~
He walked down the long halls of the palace to the training rooms. When he got there, he went in and looked inside. No one was there. He smiled to himself ~Good. She finally learned who to obey and respect around here! ~
"Hi Vegeta!"
"AHHHHH" Vegeta fell over in a classic anime style embarrassment. "What the hell are you doing here!"
Bulma was smiling. She had appeared out of nowhere behind him and scared him on purpose. "Nothing, I was just finishing up my workout. Actually I was just about to leave right when you got here."
Vegeta frowned. "Didn't I tell you yesterday that this is ~my~ training room."
"Did you? I don't remember." She looked up with her finger in her mouth trying to look innocent.
He growled, "Get the hell out of my training room!"
"Kami!" She turned her back at him, "Why the hell do you have to be so mean to me all the time!?! What the hell did I ever do to you?"
"You said I was ugly!"
She turned around, "Only after you called me a freak!"
"That's only because you are!"
"I AM NOT A FREAK!!!" She stepped away from him. Tears began to sting her eyes, but she held them back. In a calm, quiet tone she said, "You shouldn't call people names like that Vegeta. It's not my fault that I have blue hair. It's something that has made people look at me like I'm a freak, and people say that I'm a freak. I'm not. I'm just like everyone else. It's only people like you are too damn stupid to see that." She turned her back on him and left.
Vegeta just stood there and watched as she left. Her voice showed her genuine pain at the subject. He felt kinda bad about it. Now that he thought about it, she was right. He was the one who started the fight the day they met. He was the one who called her a freak. He was the one who was always being mean to her when she tried to be nice. yup, it was his fault for a lot of things. all because he didn't want to be mated with her, or anyone for that matter. ~Agh. There is no reason to feel bad! This is stupid! ~ He tried to convince himself. ~I'm gonna workout. Maybe that will get rid of this feeling.~
Unfortunately for Vegeta, it didn't. And neither did any of the other stuff that he did that day to make himself feel better did either. Actually, at times it made him feel worse. At dinner, when his father and him sat down with the Briefs to eat, Bulma didn't even look up at him. She just sat there and looked down at her plate and ate, not even looking up once at him or anyone else. While His father and the briefs talked on and on about grown up things, he studied her. She was wearing a long wine colored gown, her blue hair was up in a pretty style, and she had on a lovely necklace that matched her gown perfectly. She would have been beautiful had she not looked so sad. Her eyes that sparkled with brilliance usually, now looked dull. He didn't know if she was sad about what happened that morning, or what. He had noticed though, that she really hated wearing the evening gowns to dinner. She had always seemed to fuss with them, and so forth. Not that he could blame her, he hated having to get all dressed up for dinner too. But by now he was used to it, and it had become apart of his normal routine of the day. He still felt bad about what happened, even though he didn't want to admit it to himself. He had by now figured that the only way to feel better was that he was going to have to apologize to her. And he ~really~ didn't want to do that.
Later, during dessert, Vegeta decided that was what he was going to do. He was going to teller that he was sorry. He decided that he would do it in the morning, when he would see her at the training center.
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Vegeta got up super early the next morning, and ran down to the training center. He had thought about it all night. He was going to meet her there, and tell her that he was sorry for what he said. Yeah, and then she would accept his apology, and then they would become friends.
To him, his plans seemed flawless.
He had made it to the training room to find Bulma inside. She was up in the air, shadow sparring with an invisible opponent; her little grunts could be heard as she sparred off. He opened the door.
She stopped and looked at him.
Embarrassed, he smiled. "Hello Bulma."
"Hello Vegeta No Ouji." She said in a monotone. "What is it now? Am I intruding on your workout time?"
That hit him with a pang in his stomach. This was bad. She was still ~very~ pissed off at him for what happened yesterday. He could tell this by the way she said his name in his full title.
~Oh what the hell, just go on with it! What's the worst that could happen? ~ He thought to himself.
". Ummmm. no. I um, I wanted to . umm. I wanted to say sorry for what I said yesterday." Vegeta put his head down, and waited for her response.
Silence.
"Umm. Bulma.?" Vegeta looked up at her.
She had dropped down to the floor, and had begun to laugh.
"Hehe," Bulma said, "So the great Saiyan Prince has come down here so very early in the morning to say he's sorry to me? Tell me Vegeta, why is that? Hmm? Is that because you have a guilty conscience, and you want me to ease it with accepting your apology?"
Vegeta didn't say anything.
"Well, let me ask you this Vegeta, why do ~you~ think I should accept your apology?"
"Ummm. I dunno." Vegeta was at a loss of words, this was not how he planned this would be.
"I shouldn't!" She barked at him. "You've been nothing but mean to me for the last couple of days, especially when I've tried to be nice to you, and now you feel guilty 'cause you've realized your mistakes!" She took a deep breath. "You have no idea what it's like to have blue hair, and to be ridiculed for it everyday, just because it's different!" And now you feel guilty! Why should I sooth your guilty conscience? I know you wouldn't if it was me! All I wanted was to be friends with you! I mean c'mon Vegeta! I don't want to be Mated just as much as you don't want to be mated with me!!!"
"I understand that!" Vegeta cut in, "Should you forgive me, no, you probably shouldn't. But. I don't know why I was mean to you all those times. All I'm saying now is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said. Let's just be friends now, okay? All I want is to be friends now. I don't want to fight any more with you."
She sighed, "I don't want to fight either."
"Then can we be friends now.?"
"I'll have to think about it." She said as she began to walk past him. "Vegeta, what are you doing this afternoon, say about 1?"
"Nothing I don't think. Why?" He asked.
"Cause if I decide to be friends with you, I'll be at the courtyard at about 1, okay?"
"Um. okay."
"Okay then, C ya 'Geta." She smiled then took off out the door.
Author's notes: Hey there everyone. Sorry for my LONG absence. To know why I've been away, check out my profile, I explained it all there. Anyhoo. C ya later everybody! Big Hugs And Kisses to everyone that reads and reviews!!!!!!!
Salsa Kitty ^_~
PS: I'll do the reviewer responses next chp! Wuv ya!!!