Their Love Is Like A Ocean
Chapter Four - A Single Touch
Like a great weight being lifted the sun rose once more. Light filled the sky and world as love could infect a young heart. Colors bleached the sky as birds began to sing out to the awakening new day. One man opened his eyes slowly as his room glowed with a orange hue. He woke up everyday about this exact time. He lifted his body out of bed and gazed out the window at the rising sun before him.
He rolled out of his bed with a low groan. He ran his hand over his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He gazed out the window at the rising sun. He wondered slightly for a moment what the day would bring his way. He got up and tossed on some training clothes. He stuck a toothbrush in his mouth and started his morning.
Vegeta came out of the bathroom and walked out of his room. Shutting the door behind him a little hard, the slight slam rang through the halls slightly. This happen every morning like clock work. Vegeta has his body set up that way and he like it that way. He would get up, dress, clean himself for the day, then eat before his day would fully start.
Vegeta turned into the kitchen which he usually had just to himself in the monrings. Everyone would wake a hour later and he liked it that way. Vegeta knew how he liked things and he tried his best to keep it that way. Do what he had to and advoid others as much as possiable. But things don't always go the way we want you see.
Vegeta turned and came through the doorway to the kicthen and stopped in his tracks. His eyes grew wide as stared for a moment. His eyes quickly narrowed and went into a glare at the woman before him. His lip snarled as she in a sleeply like way looked at her.
"morning" Bulma spoke as she lifted her mug slightly in his direction.
Vegeta quickly looked away and walked over to the other side of the table and sat down. The maid bot like always started to set down the large amounts of food he would need in the morning. He grabbed a fork and started to eat down what was on the first plate.
Bulma sipped her coffee and watched Vegeta eat in silence. When Vegeta made to his third plate Bulma finally spoke up. "You didn't eat last night." she watched his face as he reacted.
Vegeta stopped eating and his eyes shot up to her face. He swollowed what was in his mouth and gazed at her. "What do you care?" he snapped.
She gave a lazy blink and let her head and eyes roll in the direction of a near by window. "The cleaning bots don't come on till 8am and it's 7:15 now. There's no empty plates in the sink. Are you sure your ok? If it's about what I said before... I'm sorry..." she spoke somberly.
Vegeta watched as her face seemed to sadden. She was really sorry it looked for bringing up Goku right in his face. But he could care less if she was sorry or not. "I wasn't hungry." he said rather plainly.
He looked down at the plate before him but didn't touch it yet. Bulma was looking at him now. Vegeta looked back up and saw this. He just stared at her as she stared back at him. He didn't know why she would noitce such things. He didn't understand this woman at all in front of him but what he did know he got some odd feeling inside him when he looked at her. Like she could see somthing in himself he couldn't.
She smiled slightly at him, it was a simple and sweet smile. It took Vegeta by surprise as she looked at him like that. "How's the food?" she spoke to him.
Vegeta didn't know why he was taken back all of a sudden. She smiled at him before but this time it was different. It was warmer somehow. In the coldness of his self he could feel warmth beat down upon on it. It was like nothing he felt before so it was so strange to him. But he saw this smile before, once, but it wasn't to him to was to another. But where? Where had he seen such a smile before?
He gave a slight grunt and started to eat once agian. Bulma turned her head while still smiled in a soft and graceful way. Her hair was a mess, no make up yet graced her face. She looked so bare and clean in a way. Nothing hiding, nothing pushed back, just... her. With a glance at her while she looked back outside made Vegeta see this. For the first time in his life part of him felt like he should be nicer to her.
He almost choked on his food right there and then. He was starting to panic at this sudden feeling. This wasn't him, he didn't think nor feel in this manor. He was so unsure at what was going on. He finished the plate as fast as he could and stood up quickly. By the time Bulma looked to see Vegeta was almost out of the kitchen already.
She sighed and looked back out the window. She only wanted to have a nice morning with him for once. He was her guest and she felt like it was her job to show some niceness to him, no one else would. They also had a good reason too but for some reason she felt he was different around her. He was more, held back. He never hit her, he only yelled but compaired to what he could do yelling was very held back.
"Maybe it's cause I let him live here? *sigh* I should go get ready soon. Yamcha's coming over today." she thought to herself.
Bulma placed her mug in the sink and ran the water in it. She rinsed it out good and set it down in the to be washed tub on the left side of the sink. She turned and walked out of the kitchen as well. She needed a shower to help start her day now. Today started like any other but already felt different today. One could only wonder how different.
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Later That Day...
Bulma sat on the couch as she waited for Yamcha to come over. Her mother had went out and bought some sweets and pushing them on Bulma. She finally gave in and picked one up. Her father sat with them and sipped coffee. Just as Bulma was about to take a bite the room started to shake followed by a large sound of somthing exploding.
It was such a surprise to everyone that cake went flying on the faces of Bunny and Bulma. Bulma looked aroind in shock wondering what just happen. Then a image of Vegeta flashed through her mind and she felt her heart jump almost out of her chest.
"Vegeta!" she cried out as she stood up.
Bulma ran right out of the living room as her parents looked around still in a daze of confussion. Bulma wipped the cake from her face as she ran down the hall. She dash to the stairs not wanting to wait and ran down them. When she finally came shooting out of the side door she heard someone cry out her name.
She turned and saw Yamcha running towards her front around the front, he had just came over. "Bulma what happen!?" he cried out.
She looked at him in pure panic. "I don't know I think it's Vegeta!" she cried out.
Yamcha was shocked slightly at the look of worry that was on her face. "Let's go check then." he spoke back.
Bulma nodded and the two ran around the other side. Bulma's heart sunk as they came around and saw the gravity capsule laying on it's side, the top blown out. Metal laid all over the yard and Vegeta was no where in sight.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried out.
The two finally ran up to the mess and stopped as the wreak of metal laid before them. Bulma panted as she tried to catch her breath. For some reason in her mind she was chanting. "Please don't let him be dead!"
"oh... oh..." she huffed out. She fell to her knee's slightly as she looked at the wreakage. She was in shock of what happen, her heart raced as she just stared at the torn and ripped metal.
"I knew this would happen!" spoke up Yamcha. "He's been trying to do the impossable."
"where is he?" she spoke low. "Vegeta?" Her breathing calmed slightly as she bent down and stared to pull away parts of rumble. "I have to find him." she though to herself.
She pulled back a rock and a hand shot up from under it. "WAHHH!!" she screamed out as she fell back in shock. She fell back at Yamcha and knocked him over.
The lone hand twitched in air as the two got up and looked at it in wonder. It shortly went upward more as a arm came along with it. Vegeta pulled himself with a groan. His body was on fire all over his body. His muscles felt like they were or were going to tear in every which way.
Bulma and Yamcha were frozen in shock as Vegeta pulled the rest of his body out from under all the metal. He tried his best to not show how much in pain he was but a groan kept escaping from him. "You... ok?" Bulma finally spoke up.
Vegeta looked up at Bulma while blood ran from cuts all over his body. "Of course I am." he spoke in a raspy voice. He finally stood up as little bits of rumble fell off of him.
Bulma sighed and thanked god he was ok. She felt like a huge weight was lifted off of her. "God he gave me such a scare." she thought in her head. Then, her rage came up.
A scowl went on her face and she pushed off of Yamcha as she glared at Vegeta. "How dare you, you dewb! You almost wreaked my house! What are you trying to prove!?" she yelled at him.
Vegeta could almost laugh at that point. So he stood up straight the best he could and started to chuckle. "What a firey woman she is." he thought to himself. But then a sharp pain cut through his body and his knee's started to shake. They gave out right away and he fell backwards with a moan.
Bulma stared as she watched and Saiyan fall backwards. Her heart sunk to right where it was before then even father down. "What!?" she cried out. "Oh no!" She stood up and ran right over to Vegeta. She knelt down by his side and looked him over. The smirk he gave just a moment ago was nothing but a show. "Your hurt!"
She grabbed him up and sat him upright. Yamcha was still sitting on the grass from when Bulma knocked him down. Bulma held him tightly so he wouldn't fall back. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen Vegeta so badly hurt before and she didn't know why she felt so worried about him.
Vegeta was puzzled why she was doing this. He opened one eye the best he could, the other was too painful to open. "No I don't need help. I've got training to do." he managed to speak up. But every part of him hurt he could barely move for the moment. But then his pride would yell and scream at him. His pride would have none of this. If he wasn't dead he could still train.
"You've got to stop training for a while, I mean look at you, your a complete wreak!" Bulma protested. Just to see him like this was hard for her. She could almost feel tears building up inside her.
"But I feel fine." Vegeta repiled. His voice was weak, like he had a sore throat. "I'm a Saiyan. I can take a little pain, it means nothing to me. And I have to get stronger than Kakkarott!" he protested.
Bulm smiled sweetly at him. Like before when they were together in the kitchen. "Ok sure, we all know your a tough guy but you need to rest now." she spoke soft and sweetly to him.
Vegeta just looked at her for a moment. He felt that feeling before and he didn't like it. He had to get away from this woman, she was being too soft towards him. "But then why did I say those things to her?" his mind asked out.
Yamcha was staning now and watching this scene unfold. He didn't understand why Bulma was looking at Vegeta like that. She was being so nice to him like she cared. "Does she care for him?" he thought to himself.
"I take order's from no one!" Vegeta snapped at Bulma. He sat up more to walk away but then his whole body felt weak and he ended up falling forward. His whole world went black just before he hit the ground. His body went limp as he laid on his side.
"Oh no!" Bulma cried out as she leaned over him. She looked down at him closely and was slightly happy he was still breathing. The tears were coming now but she never showed them. She wouldn't cry fo Vegeta, he would never want such a weakness shown towards him.
"Yamcha, please go get my dad!" she finally spoke up looking at Yamcha.
Yamcha blinked and then came to. "Uhh right." he nodded as he turned and ran towards the building. All he could think about was why Bulma was being so worried about Vegeta. Was their break up really because she like Vegeta now? So many thoughts came and left through his brain.
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Bulma turned to leave the room they had Vegeta in now. All his cuts were washed and dressed. He laid in a soft bed as a breathing mask was over his face. Bulma watched her folks leave and turn down the hall as she started to finally follow them but she heard a soft voice.
"kakkarott." Vegeta spoke softly out.
Bulma stopped and turned back around and stared at Vegeta, who's face was now meshing in anger. His breathing started to grow heavy. "I'll.... get stronger. Kakkarott!" he yelled out in his sleep.
Bulma felt her heart go out to him as a nightmare over took him. She thought she had heard him talk in his sleep before but she would never go near his room while he was sleeping to find out.
"I'll beat you!" Vegeta cried out more.
"He's having a bad dream." she thought to herself. She could remeber some bad ones she use to have herself. She watched in silence as Vegeta grunted in his sleep and his face twisted in rage and discourage.
Some people might mistake the way she was and is acting right now towards Vegeta. The ways she felt in heart about him was how she felt for a friend. She wanted to be his friend but she knew he would never want such things from her such as friendship. But still she wanted to give these things to him.
She pulled out the chair at the desk and sat down in it. She crossed her arms and laid her head on them as she looked at Vegeta. She could only wonder in her own head on how the nightmare looked to him. She also felt bad because he was so tormented by one of her oldests friends. She only wished that Vegeta would some day maybe get along with Goku. They were the last of their kind after all, why not be friends instead of enemies?
Vegeta spoke out here and there and she watched as this happen. One word that shocked her slightly was when he cried out for his father. But soon after a while she could feel the need for a short nap. Seeing as Vegeta didn't look like he was going anywhere Bulma closed her eyes as she fell asleep.
A few hours passed before Vegeta finally woke up with a start. His nightmare had finally ended and a thin layer of sweat covered him. The breathing mask fell off from his face as he stared forward, like a deer in head lights. He snapped out of it and let his head fall back on the pillow behind him. He looked up at the ceiling and saw it looked a unfimilar color.
Then he saw somthing out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw Bulma next to him at a desk. She was bent over and sleeping. "What is she doing here?" he thought to himself.
But, he just stared at her. She looked so peaceful while she slept. A slight breeze was blowing in from the window in front of her. Her face looked simply wonderful to him in the sun light. He wondered why he had never notice such a thing really before. He knew she was pretty but somehow she looked alot more than that right now. Since no one else was around he relaxed for a moment.
Part of him was telling him to get back to training but for some reason he just wanted to watch Bulma sleep. After doing this for a few minutes in silence he slowly managed to roll himself upright and to the edge of the bed. He slowly stood up and found that his legs felt alot better but they still moaned to him in pain. He looked at Bulma with a plain face.
I want to touch her
His face went to a look of pure shock. "Why did I just think that!?" he cried out to his head. But gazing upon her face he felt that was what he wanted to do. His breathing grew heavy in his chest. He softly walked to the side of her and just stared down at her. He slowly reached a hand forward towards her. His face felt like it was burning. His stomach was rolling in knots. His heart was pounding to loudly he could hear it clearly.
A uneasy breath. A simple moment. Motion was soft and suttle. A great build up and a feeling of uneas. Just momments away now. No turning back. A heart thundered. A finger lightly grazed. Pulse raced then suddenly dropped. Thoughts unclear at first. In a fog of confussion till it all, simply, came to.
It was soft. So soft, like a feather from a angel. It was nothing like he had ever known before. A whole rush of emotions, feelings, and thoughts flooded him. He felt so over welmed by somthing so simple. He had brushed his finger tips through a curl of her hair. He felt himself wanting more.
His hand went closer to her face. He brushed a bit of her bangs away as he looked down upon her. "NO!" cried out his mind. His hand flew back in shock. "W...what am I doing?" he muttered softly. "What is she doing to me!?"
He shook his head in a rage and walked out of the room. "No I can't be weak! I must get stronger!" he chanted once more in his head. He said such things over and over as if he was casting a evil spirt out of his body. He dragged himself down the hall and towards his room. He tossed on a untorn pair of short. He pulled out a draw and grabbed the backup capsule he had in case this or something like it happen.
He made his way back outside, not bothering to take the bandages off of himself. He clicked the top and tossed it out in front of himself. Another gravity capsule stood in front of him. He entered it and went over to the consule. "I have to get these weakness out of me!" he cursed at himself.
He set the gravity back up and started to do on arm push up on the floor. He yelled at himself in his head the whole time. How could he think of such things!? Touch her hair like that, lay there and stare at a woman!?! It was unthinkable yet somewhere deep inside of him it had all felt better than any power he had felt before but it was also different, that frighten him.
"Frighten!?" his head screamed.
He grunted loudly and shifted to pushup's in the air with one arm. Yamcha watched him outside with amazment. It was late in the day and the sun was etting behind him. He turned to his long time friend and smiled.
"Puar, It's time for us to get back to work." he spoke with great strenght. Puar smiled back brightly and nodded.
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Later That Night...
Bulma finally awoke and looked out the window to see it was night. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. "I must have overslept." she said outloud to herself. She turned and glanced at the bed. There was no one in it. Bulma looked at the bed first in shock but then her rage came boiling up as she stood up quickly and stormed out of the room.
Vegeta spun around in the air as he beat his body up even more. What he did was a weakness of the worst kind and he had to beat it out of himself. But then a screen flicked on in front of him and there was a enraged Bulma. Vegeta almost felt his heart skip a beat by the way she was glaring at him. For some reason it was making his blood rush.
"Stop it Vegeta! Your in no condition to be doing this right now!!" she screamed at him. Vegeta just grunted at her in fustration. "I know you don't want to believe it but you are made of flesh and blood!" she yelled more.
Vegeta stopped finally spinning. He had enough of Bulma yelling at him. She was the problem in the first place. "Stop pestering me woman, leave me alone!" he hissed at her. But then pain shot through his head which caught him off guard.
He cried out as he fell right to the ground. He landed hard but slowly got back up to his knee's with much effort. A harsh and almost cripling pain was once more over taking his body. He looked back up at the screen as Bulma yelled at him even more.
"You know I'm right so why don't you just keep quite and do as I say!?" she snapped at him.
Vegeta laid on the floor, his eyes shut tightly and his fists squeezing so hard that he might draw blood at any second. His rage was slow building up more and more. He kept silent as she bitched on at him.
"Nothing to say? Well that's good, now go back to bed and get some rest." she spoke in a much lower and slightly relaxed tone. She looked down smuggly upon him, feeling that she had won the battle.
Vegeta grinded his teeth as he grunted more to get past the pain all over his body. He got both eyes open as he raised his head slightly. "Not yet, I do have something to say." he spoke out in a low tone of hidden rage.
Bulma blinked then looked at her screen carefully. "What is something wrong?" she spoke as she started to get slightly worried. She caught her self and shifted back to her more forward self. "Or maybe your finally going to apologize? If that's the case let's hear it!" She spoke with a smirk.
Vegeta pushed himself up on all fours and glared hatefully at her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he screamed out. He was tired of hearing her go on and on. He was in there the first place because of her. He didn't want to talk, see, or be anywhere near her. He glared at her face as she looked in shock at him.
Bulma just looked at him with hurt in her eyes. Suddenly she felt so hurt. Vegeta just glared at her and it hurt her so every second more that he did so. "Fine be that way!!" she cried out as she turned off the screen as tears filled her eyes.
Vegeta spat to his left and frowned deeply. "About fucking time!" he hissed out loud. He pushed himself up and started to punch into the air. "Stupid woman!" He gave a right hook. "Stupid emotions!" He gave a upper cut. "Stupid Kakkarott!" He gave a set of fast speed punches. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!" he screamed out as he punched harder and harder.
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To Be Continued...
Chapter Four - A Single Touch
Like a great weight being lifted the sun rose once more. Light filled the sky and world as love could infect a young heart. Colors bleached the sky as birds began to sing out to the awakening new day. One man opened his eyes slowly as his room glowed with a orange hue. He woke up everyday about this exact time. He lifted his body out of bed and gazed out the window at the rising sun before him.
He rolled out of his bed with a low groan. He ran his hand over his face to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He gazed out the window at the rising sun. He wondered slightly for a moment what the day would bring his way. He got up and tossed on some training clothes. He stuck a toothbrush in his mouth and started his morning.
Vegeta came out of the bathroom and walked out of his room. Shutting the door behind him a little hard, the slight slam rang through the halls slightly. This happen every morning like clock work. Vegeta has his body set up that way and he like it that way. He would get up, dress, clean himself for the day, then eat before his day would fully start.
Vegeta turned into the kitchen which he usually had just to himself in the monrings. Everyone would wake a hour later and he liked it that way. Vegeta knew how he liked things and he tried his best to keep it that way. Do what he had to and advoid others as much as possiable. But things don't always go the way we want you see.
Vegeta turned and came through the doorway to the kicthen and stopped in his tracks. His eyes grew wide as stared for a moment. His eyes quickly narrowed and went into a glare at the woman before him. His lip snarled as she in a sleeply like way looked at her.
"morning" Bulma spoke as she lifted her mug slightly in his direction.
Vegeta quickly looked away and walked over to the other side of the table and sat down. The maid bot like always started to set down the large amounts of food he would need in the morning. He grabbed a fork and started to eat down what was on the first plate.
Bulma sipped her coffee and watched Vegeta eat in silence. When Vegeta made to his third plate Bulma finally spoke up. "You didn't eat last night." she watched his face as he reacted.
Vegeta stopped eating and his eyes shot up to her face. He swollowed what was in his mouth and gazed at her. "What do you care?" he snapped.
She gave a lazy blink and let her head and eyes roll in the direction of a near by window. "The cleaning bots don't come on till 8am and it's 7:15 now. There's no empty plates in the sink. Are you sure your ok? If it's about what I said before... I'm sorry..." she spoke somberly.
Vegeta watched as her face seemed to sadden. She was really sorry it looked for bringing up Goku right in his face. But he could care less if she was sorry or not. "I wasn't hungry." he said rather plainly.
He looked down at the plate before him but didn't touch it yet. Bulma was looking at him now. Vegeta looked back up and saw this. He just stared at her as she stared back at him. He didn't know why she would noitce such things. He didn't understand this woman at all in front of him but what he did know he got some odd feeling inside him when he looked at her. Like she could see somthing in himself he couldn't.
She smiled slightly at him, it was a simple and sweet smile. It took Vegeta by surprise as she looked at him like that. "How's the food?" she spoke to him.
Vegeta didn't know why he was taken back all of a sudden. She smiled at him before but this time it was different. It was warmer somehow. In the coldness of his self he could feel warmth beat down upon on it. It was like nothing he felt before so it was so strange to him. But he saw this smile before, once, but it wasn't to him to was to another. But where? Where had he seen such a smile before?
He gave a slight grunt and started to eat once agian. Bulma turned her head while still smiled in a soft and graceful way. Her hair was a mess, no make up yet graced her face. She looked so bare and clean in a way. Nothing hiding, nothing pushed back, just... her. With a glance at her while she looked back outside made Vegeta see this. For the first time in his life part of him felt like he should be nicer to her.
He almost choked on his food right there and then. He was starting to panic at this sudden feeling. This wasn't him, he didn't think nor feel in this manor. He was so unsure at what was going on. He finished the plate as fast as he could and stood up quickly. By the time Bulma looked to see Vegeta was almost out of the kitchen already.
She sighed and looked back out the window. She only wanted to have a nice morning with him for once. He was her guest and she felt like it was her job to show some niceness to him, no one else would. They also had a good reason too but for some reason she felt he was different around her. He was more, held back. He never hit her, he only yelled but compaired to what he could do yelling was very held back.
"Maybe it's cause I let him live here? *sigh* I should go get ready soon. Yamcha's coming over today." she thought to herself.
Bulma placed her mug in the sink and ran the water in it. She rinsed it out good and set it down in the to be washed tub on the left side of the sink. She turned and walked out of the kitchen as well. She needed a shower to help start her day now. Today started like any other but already felt different today. One could only wonder how different.
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Later That Day...
Bulma sat on the couch as she waited for Yamcha to come over. Her mother had went out and bought some sweets and pushing them on Bulma. She finally gave in and picked one up. Her father sat with them and sipped coffee. Just as Bulma was about to take a bite the room started to shake followed by a large sound of somthing exploding.
It was such a surprise to everyone that cake went flying on the faces of Bunny and Bulma. Bulma looked aroind in shock wondering what just happen. Then a image of Vegeta flashed through her mind and she felt her heart jump almost out of her chest.
"Vegeta!" she cried out as she stood up.
Bulma ran right out of the living room as her parents looked around still in a daze of confussion. Bulma wipped the cake from her face as she ran down the hall. She dash to the stairs not wanting to wait and ran down them. When she finally came shooting out of the side door she heard someone cry out her name.
She turned and saw Yamcha running towards her front around the front, he had just came over. "Bulma what happen!?" he cried out.
She looked at him in pure panic. "I don't know I think it's Vegeta!" she cried out.
Yamcha was shocked slightly at the look of worry that was on her face. "Let's go check then." he spoke back.
Bulma nodded and the two ran around the other side. Bulma's heart sunk as they came around and saw the gravity capsule laying on it's side, the top blown out. Metal laid all over the yard and Vegeta was no where in sight.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried out.
The two finally ran up to the mess and stopped as the wreak of metal laid before them. Bulma panted as she tried to catch her breath. For some reason in her mind she was chanting. "Please don't let him be dead!"
"oh... oh..." she huffed out. She fell to her knee's slightly as she looked at the wreakage. She was in shock of what happen, her heart raced as she just stared at the torn and ripped metal.
"I knew this would happen!" spoke up Yamcha. "He's been trying to do the impossable."
"where is he?" she spoke low. "Vegeta?" Her breathing calmed slightly as she bent down and stared to pull away parts of rumble. "I have to find him." she though to herself.
She pulled back a rock and a hand shot up from under it. "WAHHH!!" she screamed out as she fell back in shock. She fell back at Yamcha and knocked him over.
The lone hand twitched in air as the two got up and looked at it in wonder. It shortly went upward more as a arm came along with it. Vegeta pulled himself with a groan. His body was on fire all over his body. His muscles felt like they were or were going to tear in every which way.
Bulma and Yamcha were frozen in shock as Vegeta pulled the rest of his body out from under all the metal. He tried his best to not show how much in pain he was but a groan kept escaping from him. "You... ok?" Bulma finally spoke up.
Vegeta looked up at Bulma while blood ran from cuts all over his body. "Of course I am." he spoke in a raspy voice. He finally stood up as little bits of rumble fell off of him.
Bulma sighed and thanked god he was ok. She felt like a huge weight was lifted off of her. "God he gave me such a scare." she thought in her head. Then, her rage came up.
A scowl went on her face and she pushed off of Yamcha as she glared at Vegeta. "How dare you, you dewb! You almost wreaked my house! What are you trying to prove!?" she yelled at him.
Vegeta could almost laugh at that point. So he stood up straight the best he could and started to chuckle. "What a firey woman she is." he thought to himself. But then a sharp pain cut through his body and his knee's started to shake. They gave out right away and he fell backwards with a moan.
Bulma stared as she watched and Saiyan fall backwards. Her heart sunk to right where it was before then even father down. "What!?" she cried out. "Oh no!" She stood up and ran right over to Vegeta. She knelt down by his side and looked him over. The smirk he gave just a moment ago was nothing but a show. "Your hurt!"
She grabbed him up and sat him upright. Yamcha was still sitting on the grass from when Bulma knocked him down. Bulma held him tightly so he wouldn't fall back. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen Vegeta so badly hurt before and she didn't know why she felt so worried about him.
Vegeta was puzzled why she was doing this. He opened one eye the best he could, the other was too painful to open. "No I don't need help. I've got training to do." he managed to speak up. But every part of him hurt he could barely move for the moment. But then his pride would yell and scream at him. His pride would have none of this. If he wasn't dead he could still train.
"You've got to stop training for a while, I mean look at you, your a complete wreak!" Bulma protested. Just to see him like this was hard for her. She could almost feel tears building up inside her.
"But I feel fine." Vegeta repiled. His voice was weak, like he had a sore throat. "I'm a Saiyan. I can take a little pain, it means nothing to me. And I have to get stronger than Kakkarott!" he protested.
Bulm smiled sweetly at him. Like before when they were together in the kitchen. "Ok sure, we all know your a tough guy but you need to rest now." she spoke soft and sweetly to him.
Vegeta just looked at her for a moment. He felt that feeling before and he didn't like it. He had to get away from this woman, she was being too soft towards him. "But then why did I say those things to her?" his mind asked out.
Yamcha was staning now and watching this scene unfold. He didn't understand why Bulma was looking at Vegeta like that. She was being so nice to him like she cared. "Does she care for him?" he thought to himself.
"I take order's from no one!" Vegeta snapped at Bulma. He sat up more to walk away but then his whole body felt weak and he ended up falling forward. His whole world went black just before he hit the ground. His body went limp as he laid on his side.
"Oh no!" Bulma cried out as she leaned over him. She looked down at him closely and was slightly happy he was still breathing. The tears were coming now but she never showed them. She wouldn't cry fo Vegeta, he would never want such a weakness shown towards him.
"Yamcha, please go get my dad!" she finally spoke up looking at Yamcha.
Yamcha blinked and then came to. "Uhh right." he nodded as he turned and ran towards the building. All he could think about was why Bulma was being so worried about Vegeta. Was their break up really because she like Vegeta now? So many thoughts came and left through his brain.
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Bulma turned to leave the room they had Vegeta in now. All his cuts were washed and dressed. He laid in a soft bed as a breathing mask was over his face. Bulma watched her folks leave and turn down the hall as she started to finally follow them but she heard a soft voice.
"kakkarott." Vegeta spoke softly out.
Bulma stopped and turned back around and stared at Vegeta, who's face was now meshing in anger. His breathing started to grow heavy. "I'll.... get stronger. Kakkarott!" he yelled out in his sleep.
Bulma felt her heart go out to him as a nightmare over took him. She thought she had heard him talk in his sleep before but she would never go near his room while he was sleeping to find out.
"I'll beat you!" Vegeta cried out more.
"He's having a bad dream." she thought to herself. She could remeber some bad ones she use to have herself. She watched in silence as Vegeta grunted in his sleep and his face twisted in rage and discourage.
Some people might mistake the way she was and is acting right now towards Vegeta. The ways she felt in heart about him was how she felt for a friend. She wanted to be his friend but she knew he would never want such things from her such as friendship. But still she wanted to give these things to him.
She pulled out the chair at the desk and sat down in it. She crossed her arms and laid her head on them as she looked at Vegeta. She could only wonder in her own head on how the nightmare looked to him. She also felt bad because he was so tormented by one of her oldests friends. She only wished that Vegeta would some day maybe get along with Goku. They were the last of their kind after all, why not be friends instead of enemies?
Vegeta spoke out here and there and she watched as this happen. One word that shocked her slightly was when he cried out for his father. But soon after a while she could feel the need for a short nap. Seeing as Vegeta didn't look like he was going anywhere Bulma closed her eyes as she fell asleep.
A few hours passed before Vegeta finally woke up with a start. His nightmare had finally ended and a thin layer of sweat covered him. The breathing mask fell off from his face as he stared forward, like a deer in head lights. He snapped out of it and let his head fall back on the pillow behind him. He looked up at the ceiling and saw it looked a unfimilar color.
Then he saw somthing out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw Bulma next to him at a desk. She was bent over and sleeping. "What is she doing here?" he thought to himself.
But, he just stared at her. She looked so peaceful while she slept. A slight breeze was blowing in from the window in front of her. Her face looked simply wonderful to him in the sun light. He wondered why he had never notice such a thing really before. He knew she was pretty but somehow she looked alot more than that right now. Since no one else was around he relaxed for a moment.
Part of him was telling him to get back to training but for some reason he just wanted to watch Bulma sleep. After doing this for a few minutes in silence he slowly managed to roll himself upright and to the edge of the bed. He slowly stood up and found that his legs felt alot better but they still moaned to him in pain. He looked at Bulma with a plain face.
I want to touch her
His face went to a look of pure shock. "Why did I just think that!?" he cried out to his head. But gazing upon her face he felt that was what he wanted to do. His breathing grew heavy in his chest. He softly walked to the side of her and just stared down at her. He slowly reached a hand forward towards her. His face felt like it was burning. His stomach was rolling in knots. His heart was pounding to loudly he could hear it clearly.
A uneasy breath. A simple moment. Motion was soft and suttle. A great build up and a feeling of uneas. Just momments away now. No turning back. A heart thundered. A finger lightly grazed. Pulse raced then suddenly dropped. Thoughts unclear at first. In a fog of confussion till it all, simply, came to.
It was soft. So soft, like a feather from a angel. It was nothing like he had ever known before. A whole rush of emotions, feelings, and thoughts flooded him. He felt so over welmed by somthing so simple. He had brushed his finger tips through a curl of her hair. He felt himself wanting more.
His hand went closer to her face. He brushed a bit of her bangs away as he looked down upon her. "NO!" cried out his mind. His hand flew back in shock. "W...what am I doing?" he muttered softly. "What is she doing to me!?"
He shook his head in a rage and walked out of the room. "No I can't be weak! I must get stronger!" he chanted once more in his head. He said such things over and over as if he was casting a evil spirt out of his body. He dragged himself down the hall and towards his room. He tossed on a untorn pair of short. He pulled out a draw and grabbed the backup capsule he had in case this or something like it happen.
He made his way back outside, not bothering to take the bandages off of himself. He clicked the top and tossed it out in front of himself. Another gravity capsule stood in front of him. He entered it and went over to the consule. "I have to get these weakness out of me!" he cursed at himself.
He set the gravity back up and started to do on arm push up on the floor. He yelled at himself in his head the whole time. How could he think of such things!? Touch her hair like that, lay there and stare at a woman!?! It was unthinkable yet somewhere deep inside of him it had all felt better than any power he had felt before but it was also different, that frighten him.
"Frighten!?" his head screamed.
He grunted loudly and shifted to pushup's in the air with one arm. Yamcha watched him outside with amazment. It was late in the day and the sun was etting behind him. He turned to his long time friend and smiled.
"Puar, It's time for us to get back to work." he spoke with great strenght. Puar smiled back brightly and nodded.
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Later That Night...
Bulma finally awoke and looked out the window to see it was night. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. "I must have overslept." she said outloud to herself. She turned and glanced at the bed. There was no one in it. Bulma looked at the bed first in shock but then her rage came boiling up as she stood up quickly and stormed out of the room.
Vegeta spun around in the air as he beat his body up even more. What he did was a weakness of the worst kind and he had to beat it out of himself. But then a screen flicked on in front of him and there was a enraged Bulma. Vegeta almost felt his heart skip a beat by the way she was glaring at him. For some reason it was making his blood rush.
"Stop it Vegeta! Your in no condition to be doing this right now!!" she screamed at him. Vegeta just grunted at her in fustration. "I know you don't want to believe it but you are made of flesh and blood!" she yelled more.
Vegeta stopped finally spinning. He had enough of Bulma yelling at him. She was the problem in the first place. "Stop pestering me woman, leave me alone!" he hissed at her. But then pain shot through his head which caught him off guard.
He cried out as he fell right to the ground. He landed hard but slowly got back up to his knee's with much effort. A harsh and almost cripling pain was once more over taking his body. He looked back up at the screen as Bulma yelled at him even more.
"You know I'm right so why don't you just keep quite and do as I say!?" she snapped at him.
Vegeta laid on the floor, his eyes shut tightly and his fists squeezing so hard that he might draw blood at any second. His rage was slow building up more and more. He kept silent as she bitched on at him.
"Nothing to say? Well that's good, now go back to bed and get some rest." she spoke in a much lower and slightly relaxed tone. She looked down smuggly upon him, feeling that she had won the battle.
Vegeta grinded his teeth as he grunted more to get past the pain all over his body. He got both eyes open as he raised his head slightly. "Not yet, I do have something to say." he spoke out in a low tone of hidden rage.
Bulma blinked then looked at her screen carefully. "What is something wrong?" she spoke as she started to get slightly worried. She caught her self and shifted back to her more forward self. "Or maybe your finally going to apologize? If that's the case let's hear it!" She spoke with a smirk.
Vegeta pushed himself up on all fours and glared hatefully at her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he screamed out. He was tired of hearing her go on and on. He was in there the first place because of her. He didn't want to talk, see, or be anywhere near her. He glared at her face as she looked in shock at him.
Bulma just looked at him with hurt in her eyes. Suddenly she felt so hurt. Vegeta just glared at her and it hurt her so every second more that he did so. "Fine be that way!!" she cried out as she turned off the screen as tears filled her eyes.
Vegeta spat to his left and frowned deeply. "About fucking time!" he hissed out loud. He pushed himself up and started to punch into the air. "Stupid woman!" He gave a right hook. "Stupid emotions!" He gave a upper cut. "Stupid Kakkarott!" He gave a set of fast speed punches. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!" he screamed out as he punched harder and harder.
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To Be Continued...