Disclaimer: see 1st chapter
Disclaimer 2: I do not own the song "Cry" by Mandy Moore. It belongs to whoever wrote it; I'm just borrowing.
A/N: okay, later in this chapter, Bulma and Vegeta will be dancing-sorry to ruin that, but u had to see it coming. Just so we know, even though Bulma and Vegeta are the same height bare foot, and Bulma is wearing heels, he is tall enough that she can lay her head on his shoulder. Don't ask me how; I just write this, I don't explain it!
A/N 2: (I know, I'll stop this soon!) I also wanted to thank everyone who has reviewed my story, thank you so much, it means a lot. And special thank you to Sensation236 for suggesting a title. You're right, "Eyes" is too plain to stand on its own, but I want the word eyes to be in it. Thank you all again! Now you may read!
Chapter 6
"C'mon, Vegeta, I dare you," Bulma challenged laughingly. His eyes sparked, but his body s till refused. "What's wrong, you scared?" she mocked him mercilessly.
'That's it!' he thought, finally giving in. He was Prince Vegeta, greatest of the great Saiyan warriors in the known galaxy and he was never afraid. And now this loud-mouthed earth woman actually challenged him. Vegeta's pride gave him no choice; he grudgingly stepped onto the dance floor.
They had been at the club for a ½ hour already, a pretty grim ½ hour. First things were awkward when they found Krillin, since he was scared of Vegeta-who didn't mind at all! And then Yamcha had shown up with, as predicted by Bulma, a simpering blonde bimbo. Everything went downhill from there as Bulma and Vegeta took turns scowling and glaring at people. Of course, Krillin's girlfriend Merron didn't catch any of the hostility, and pulled Krillin out to dance. Yamcha's new girlfriend-she was never introduced, so no one knew her name-became increasingly attached to Yamcha's lips, until Vegeta growled at them to get a room. They quickly scampered off to the other side of the club, where they continued making out. Finally, Bulma and Vegeta were left to themselves. Bulma ordered a drink, which she downed quickly and went right to her head, and her depression vanished. She decided it was time to cut loose and have some fun, and let the gadget girl fade away for one night. Which led to her pulling Vegeta onto the dance floor.
Since he was the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta obviously couldn't feel nervous. It wasn't possible. He explained away his quickly beating heart and sweaty palms as symptoms of not having killed anyone recently. It couldn't be nerves. Of course, if that green-haired, loud-mouthed idiot didn't stop pulling him soon, he could fix his problem with a little blast in her direction…
Bulma finally stopped in the dead center of the club, where everyone had a good view of them. The club mainly played rhythmic techno songs, easy to find a beat to. At first Vegeta just stood there awkwardly, watching Bulma's arms move and hips shake. But then the music got inside of him, working its way through his body, until before he knew it he was dancing. Maybe not with great skill, but he was enjoying himself nonetheless. It was so effortless, so easy, to just ride the music and let go. Vegeta's moves became more natural, and soon Bulma and Vegeta started to compete to see who could come up with the crazier moves. Vegeta's Saiyan given abilities helped do amazing feats in the air, but Bulma had a natural talent and years of experience to fight with. They were pretty evenly matched and drawing much attention from the others in the club. They hardly noticed; all their concentration was on each other. They were nearly falling over laughing at some of the strange moves of the other. Both were slightly tipsy.
Bulma could hardly believe how much fun she was having with Vegeta-who knew that he could be so…silly! Obviously he wouldn't have agreed with her assessment, but it hardly mattered. Bulma caught sight of Yamcha watching her from a balcony, jaw hanging open, while the forgotten bimbo stood there, very pissed off. Bulma saw, by the look on Yamcha's face, that her plan was working. His quiet, bookworm, gadget-girlfriend-excuse me, ex-girlfriend-was out on the dance floor, dressed to kill, having a great time, without him! It wasn't possible for him to be more surprised.
She barely cared that her plan worked, she was just so happy to feel free for a while: free of the ties that bound her to her gadgety persona, free of the worry for the future that hung over them all.
She twirled around, causing more hair to fall and framer her face; she jumped and kicked and shook her hips until a crowd of cheering guys formed; and she laughed herself breathless watching Vegeta do the same.
Vegeta forgot he was in public, surrounded by annoying humans. The only things that existed in his world were Bulma and the music. He also whirled and spun, leapt high in the air doing flips and kicks on his way back down. And he took the time to drop his barriers, lose his cool façade, and openly admire Bulma: the way her smile lit up her face, and how her cute hair flew around as she did. The music worked its way deeper into his brain and changed him, letting him be real. As he gazed at Bulma, slowly he stopped dancing just to watch her in awe.
She stopped dancing and looked at him, at of breath and wondering what was going on. Without warning, Vegeta grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and pushed her out into a spin. She moved liked she read his mind. Bulma spun back to him, and he bent her over backwards in a dip. She laughed like crazy as he pulled her back up…and then they were face-to-face, eye-to-eye, pressed up against each other. She could feel his breath on her face; he could feel her heart banging against his ribs. Suddenly the music faded, and the first slow song since they started dancing came on.
Hardly daring to breath, they stared into one another's eyes. Bulma moved her arms to lie around Vegeta's neck, while he stood there, unable to think. Finally, something came out of his mouth.
"How does one dance to music like this?" he whispered, caught off guard by the feel of her in his arms. Once again memories of his dream floated back to him.
Bulma broke the tension by laughing gently. "Don't worry, silly. All you have to do is sway," she said, leading his body to the music. The song was an American one, "Cry" by Mandy Moore.
I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
Bulma let her head fall onto Vegeta's shoulder, enjoying the feel of someone's arms around her. It was strange: up until last night all she had felt was the loneliness of being without Yamcha. But after her time in the garden with Vegeta she felt…better. Safer, more cared for. And somehow, she felt closer to Vegeta.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
The moment that I saw you cry
Since seeing Kakarrot achieve Super Saiyan state, Vegeta's only concern had been to equal and surpass him. The training for the androids was just a cover; nothing could stop him from reaching his goal. But lately, all his concentration was focused on the woman. Maybe since he was injured and could not train…but thoughts of her had always seemed to find their way into his head. Vegeta had no previous experience with women to compare with: on Vegeta-sei, women were either confined to cooking and breeding, or, if they showed tremendous potential, taken and trained. Vegeta had never met any female warriors, which was why he treated Bulma like a domestic slave. See, it happened again: a normal train of thought derailed right back to the woman!
It was late in September
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
Finally Vegeta allowed himself the luxury of examining his feelings for her. Every sense was screaming at her closeness, but at least she couldn't see his face. It was funny: he had never broken down about the loss of his planet before. Of course he had been angry and sworn revenge, but he had never…cried. He didn't know he knew how. Obviously while growing up he had been taught that tears made one weak, a slave to emotions that were better off left cold and dead. But last night with the woman…she hadn't mocked his tears; she accepted them…him, just as he was.
In places no
one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
Around her he didn't have to be the cold haughty Prince. That didn't frighten or impress her. Releasing his tears made him feel freer than he had in a long time. That's not to say he was going to start crying his eyes out every little thing; his pride still would not allow it. But last night the woman had done him a service by letting him be his self. He should repay her somehow; a Prince always repaid his debts. Maybe he could kill Yamcha for her…
I wanted to
hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....
The song ended; couples moved apart, smiling and kissing. With a sigh of regret, Bulma opened her eyes and lifted her head. She leaned over and gave Vegeta a peck on the cheek.
I'll always
remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
"Thank you for the dance," she said, her eyes shining like starlight. They gave Vegeta an idea of how to repay her.
"Wo…Bulma," he began, trying to sound casual, "Would you like to go somewhere with me?"
Bulma looked confused. "You mean now? Where?"
Vegeta smirked; he wanted to hold her in suspense. "Come with me and find out."
Never one to back down from a challenge, she nodded her assent and they made their way back to the table to collect their things. As they walked, Bulma admired Vegeta. He had rolled up his sleeves at some point, exposing his toned forearms. His tie was loose, and a few buttons had come undone, showing some of his muscled chest. She had to stifle another sigh as she remembered dancing with him. His shoulders, back and neck were rock hard with muscle, but still so warm and alive. The feel of him under her fingers…Bulma shuddered as a little thrill ran down her back. Vegeta noticed, but thought she was cold, so in a dashing gesture he grabbed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Bulma smiled at the move, especially since it was stifling in the club. But it was so sweet she didn't say anything. Just then, their cute moment was interrupted.
"Bulma, what do you think you are doing?!" yelled a slightly drunk Yamcha, pulling her arm hard to get her away from Vegeta. He growled quietly, unhappy at the way Yamcha was treating Bulma. But she acted more quickly than he did.
"Yamcha, what the hell do you think you are doing? Let go of me!" she yelled, yanking her arm from his grasp. Their yells were starting to get some notice, so Yamcha lowered his voice.
"I want to know what you are doing with Vegeta. How could you act like this in public when you're my girl?"
Bulma laughed, not caring that they were making a scene. "'You're girl'? In what universe? We're over, or did you forgot since your little bimbo disappeared?"
Once again Yamcha grabbed her arm. "You always have been and always will be my girl," he hissed angrily. At which point Vegeta stepped up.
"Remove your hand from her before I rip it off and beat you to death with it," he said quietly, really hoping he would get to cause some damage.
Yamcha was beyond mad, somewhat drunk, and very stupid. "Back off Vegeta, this doesn't concern you."
Vegeta laughed softly, a sound that sent chills running down the spines of everyone who heard it. He sounded dangerous. He reached over and grabbed Yamcha's upper arm. Using only a portion of his strength, Vegeta squeezed, grinding muscle and bone together. Somehow, Yamcha didn't cry out, but his hold on Bulma weakened. That was the opportunity she was waiting for. She wrenched her arm away, at the same time punching him in the stomach. It caught Yamcha unprepared and knocked the wind out of him. As he doubled over, she aimed a kick at his balls. Direct hit! Yamcha fell over, clutching the various parts of him in pain. With a cruel chuckle, Vegeta aimed a kick at Yamcha's ribs. But Bulma restrained him with a hand on his arm.
"Don't. He's hurt enough. Let's just go." Vegeta looked like he was thinking about disobeying, but finally shrugged.
He looked down at Yamcha. "You're not worth it anyway," he spat. Without another glance, Bulma and Vegeta left the club hand in hand.