Ch.2 A New Beginning
Bulma was tired mentally and physically. Her eyes where swollen from the long periods of crying. She was home now, though, and slowly healing. She spent most of her time in her room asleep or staring out the window. She had fallen, and wasn't sure that she could stand on her own, yet her thoughts kept going back to that day . . .
*FLASH BACK*
Vegeta looking so worried, frowning with concern. Her reaching out and holding his hand.
*End of Flashback*
She smiled. Those kinds of memories kept her living she realized. She was noticing how he was watching her now. How he was paying much more attention to her now, or maybe he had always and she just not noticed. Sometimes he seemed so intense like today when Yamchua came to see her . . .
Vegeta had been sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when Yamchua strolled in like he still owned the place. ~ But he doesn't now. . . ~ Vegeta thought. He stood up and blocked Yamchua. "Hey Vegeta! What's up?," Yamchua asked carelessly. Vegeta could tell from his sick smile he had gotten laid last night, "My business is not your concern," Our hero replied. Yamchua obviously not getting the hint tried to get around Vegeta. "Hey move will you? I have to see Bulma!" He said as he moved to show Vegeta the bouquet of flowers he held. Vegeta opened his mouth to say no, but Mrs. Briefs walked in. " Yamchua!!," She coed, " Be a dear and go upstairs . . . I'm sure she will be delighted to see you!" Vegeta moved aside to let him pass. Yamchua moved past him awkwardly and with a wink started up the stairs.
Bulma truthfully wasn't to shocked to see Vegeta following Yamchua up the stairs. ~He must really care~ she thought hopefully. She couldn't describe this feeling she had for Vegeta, but at the moment it was a lot more important then Yamchua's visit. She closed her eyes as Yamchua shut the door to her room in Vegeta's face. He was asking for it.======== I personally ,as the author, think we should give it to him!! ( Bulma kept her eyes closed through Yamchua's whole visit, actually. He went through his normal routine; "I don't know why I left you" " You are SO hot!" "please come back to me" BLAH BLAH BLAH ! To make short of her answer, She said no.
Vegeta couldn't help but smile at the look on the boy's face as he left. He couldn't blame him to much ..If Bulma ever screamed at him that way . . . He choose not to finish his thought sequence, he was above that * Cough (not really) Cough* His own doubts made the decision for him, he would talk to Bulma . . .
Bulma was not surprised to see him coming up the stairs, but into her room was a tad bit strange. She didn't say anything as he sat down next to her window. He didn't say anything either. Together, alone, so near each other, being in the same state of mind . . . It was enough. And so they sat. This was the first day of a beginning. It is to you to decide what it is the beginning of, but it sounds like love to me. . . (
Bulma was tired mentally and physically. Her eyes where swollen from the long periods of crying. She was home now, though, and slowly healing. She spent most of her time in her room asleep or staring out the window. She had fallen, and wasn't sure that she could stand on her own, yet her thoughts kept going back to that day . . .
*FLASH BACK*
Vegeta looking so worried, frowning with concern. Her reaching out and holding his hand.
*End of Flashback*
She smiled. Those kinds of memories kept her living she realized. She was noticing how he was watching her now. How he was paying much more attention to her now, or maybe he had always and she just not noticed. Sometimes he seemed so intense like today when Yamchua came to see her . . .
Vegeta had been sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when Yamchua strolled in like he still owned the place. ~ But he doesn't now. . . ~ Vegeta thought. He stood up and blocked Yamchua. "Hey Vegeta! What's up?," Yamchua asked carelessly. Vegeta could tell from his sick smile he had gotten laid last night, "My business is not your concern," Our hero replied. Yamchua obviously not getting the hint tried to get around Vegeta. "Hey move will you? I have to see Bulma!" He said as he moved to show Vegeta the bouquet of flowers he held. Vegeta opened his mouth to say no, but Mrs. Briefs walked in. " Yamchua!!," She coed, " Be a dear and go upstairs . . . I'm sure she will be delighted to see you!" Vegeta moved aside to let him pass. Yamchua moved past him awkwardly and with a wink started up the stairs.
Bulma truthfully wasn't to shocked to see Vegeta following Yamchua up the stairs. ~He must really care~ she thought hopefully. She couldn't describe this feeling she had for Vegeta, but at the moment it was a lot more important then Yamchua's visit. She closed her eyes as Yamchua shut the door to her room in Vegeta's face. He was asking for it.======== I personally ,as the author, think we should give it to him!! ( Bulma kept her eyes closed through Yamchua's whole visit, actually. He went through his normal routine; "I don't know why I left you" " You are SO hot!" "please come back to me" BLAH BLAH BLAH ! To make short of her answer, She said no.
Vegeta couldn't help but smile at the look on the boy's face as he left. He couldn't blame him to much ..If Bulma ever screamed at him that way . . . He choose not to finish his thought sequence, he was above that * Cough (not really) Cough* His own doubts made the decision for him, he would talk to Bulma . . .
Bulma was not surprised to see him coming up the stairs, but into her room was a tad bit strange. She didn't say anything as he sat down next to her window. He didn't say anything either. Together, alone, so near each other, being in the same state of mind . . . It was enough. And so they sat. This was the first day of a beginning. It is to you to decide what it is the beginning of, but it sounds like love to me. . . (