Mystery Years
~Chapter 3~
Bulma was in the laundry room folding Vegeta's clothes and cursing men. After she had put away his garments she waltzed into the kitchen and started to prepare their dinner. When she had the table set and ready for him she called out to him. She grew angry when he didn't respond and went to the intercom system and yelled into an empty gravity room. 'Where could he be?' She stood in the middle of the kitchen. "Vegeta!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. When she had waited 2 minutes and he was still nowhere to be found she started to worry. 'Now I know he can hear me a mile away when I yell, who couldn't? Where did he go?'
"Why were you yelling woman?" Vegeta landed just outside
the back door that led into the kitchen.
"Why didn't you come the first
time I called for you?" He growled at something she said and entered the house.
"I'm not a blasted dog."
"No I suppose not, they're more friendly then you and you actually want to be around them."
"Who would want to be around you?"
"Lot's of people. I've got friends; you can't get anybody to come near you even to kill. Probably because you're an arrogant bastard I suppose." He growled once again and charged at her. Bulma was royally ticked and stood her ground. She felt no fear towards this man. He stopped abruptly and looked off to the side for a moment then back at her, the appearance of anger gone from his face.
"I wasn't here is why." He said quietly restraining his anger. Bulma stood in disbelief and all of her anger seemed to fade away. He had actually answered her question. Vegeta observed her and saw a difference in her body; she had relaxed and calmed down. His anger settled as well.
"Where did you go?" She asked in her sweet tone.
"To get you something."
"Me?" She had to sit down; his answer had made her slightly light headed.
"Yes, you. Before, when I hadn't listened to you, I was trying to think of a way to get rid of those horrible cuts and bruises, especially the ones I caused." He took a quick glance at her neck then looked away with great speed, a degusted expression on his face the whole time.
"Oh." Was all she could muster up. He held out his hand and opened it to reveal a senzu bean.
"Here." He never once looked at her. She took the bean and ate it; with in a few moments she was as good as new.
"Thank you, Vegeta." This time he did look at her. He sighed with relief when he saw no signs of the wounds. He pulled out a couple more, and placed them on the table. Bulma only had to look at him to receive an answer.
"I brought extras just incase somebody has an accident."
"But you promised me that you'd be more careful with your training." She sounded both sad and mad.
"I know I did but there aren't any guarantees that something won't malfunction. You can't be prefect and neither can the machines. And I'd never want you to try to be prefect because then you'd just be boring."
Bulma retreated back into her mind to contemplate what he had just said. 'Oh he's being so sweet. He must have felt really bad for he did. I had no idea he cared that much or was capable of caring that much.'
Bulma just sat there stunned and caught up in her own little world, Vegeta picked up on this and seated himself across from her and began to eat. He knew it'd be a while before she would come back to the land of reality.
'Or he's after something. What is he up to?' Vegeta had no idea his kindness would have such an effect on Bulma. 'So that's it uh? Just be nice to them and be a little emotional and you totally shock and amaze them. They become quite. She even did things for me. I could get use to this. Why didn't I see this sooner?' But as he sat there he thought more about what he had said to her. He had meant what he had said and he just wouldn't feel right taking advantage of her kindness; in way he already was by just staying there. He made up his mind. 'This woman is a distraction…a weakness. If I stay here I'll end up a weak idiot. I'll never manage Super Saiyan. I have to leave.' He rose from his seat and headed to the gravity room. At first Bulma thought he was just going to train but when it had been five minutes and the gravity machine hadn't been fired up she knew something wasn't right. Vegeta didn't go into the GR just to think, actually the only reason he would go into the GR was to train. 'But he had the room up and running.' At that thought Bulma jumped from her chair and ran to the GR. She clicked in the code and the hatch opened. Then her hustle came to a stop in front of the Saiyan Prince; she just stood there for a moment. "I'm leaving." He said coldly.
"Why?" She huffed, still trying to catch her breath.
"I need to become a Super Saiyan."
"And you can't do that here?" She almost yelled her eyes misting over.
"No." His masculine voice rang through out the ship.
"No!?" Her eyes watered up and she fought to hold back her tears. It wasn't because she didn't want him to see her tears, actually they'd probably make him stay; but it was because she, herself didn't like crying. She thought it was childish to cry over insignificant things. He looked over at her and felt a jolt of pain go through his body. He couldn't bear to see her like this. 'WEAK!' His mind yelled at him. He returned his attention back to the console he had been working on.
"No." He repeated himself for that was the only thing he could come up with.
"I don't understand?" She whispered.
"You did nothing wrong. It's me. I've slacked off in my training."
"So leaving is your solution?" She grew a bit angry but she wasn't sure why.
"Yes." He stated plainly. She blinked at him then looked at the floor.
"Vegeta." She whimpered to herself, but yet again heard by the Saiyan.
"Get out." He said deeply. 'If I get her mad she'll yell and storm out. If she stays any longer I don't think I'll be able to leave.'
"Vegeta?" She said softly and looked at him.
"I said GET OUT!" He yelled at her and controllably slammed his hands down on the console. He was hoping he would have scared her but when he looked at her she showed no signs of fear, just enormous amounts of pain and sorrow. 'Oh hell.' Bulma couldn't help herself now and let a single tear fall. 'Nice one jackass! You should of known you couldn't have scared her out. Now you've made her cry and that's pretty hard to do.' However Bulma never let another tear fall. She had grown up considerably since Vegeta had come to live with her. She was loosing some of her spoiled ness. She was taking care of another human being so to speak. She made his food, gave him a home and clothes.
"I don't want you to go."
"I have to Bulma." He said in a gentle tone.
"Well I could stop you! But…I just couldn't do that…to…" She looked to the side and hugged herself after she trailed off. Vegeta was beyond astonished. He knew full well she had two ways of stopping him. 'Letting those damn tears she has held up in her eyes loose or overriding my command to the ship.' He looked at the console again.
"Bulma, I…" Was all he could get out, his mind just shut down after those two words were spoken. She walked toward him and squirmed in between him and the panel. He stood shocked but was thrown even further into surprise world when she threw her arms up around his neck and hugged him tightly. After a moment she backed up and leaned against the console but kept her arms around him.
"I'll miss you. Who am I going to talk to now and yell with? Life is going to be incredibly dull." She couldn't hold it anymore and let another tear streak down her cheek. It refreshed the dry stream of the first tear that had fallen. 'My leaving has made her cry?' He decided right then and there he was going to come back not because of the androids or because of that third class clown but because of this little vixen that stood before him and cried because of his departure. Now he fully understood his parents and the actions they had taken. He had watched his mother cry when Frieza had demanded he have the little Prince. His father died trying to get him back. It was an emotion called love that had led these people around him to do illogical things. And this time he swore to himself that he'd see this one again. 'For sure.'
"For sure." Bulma got a little mad. 'Why that arrogant…' She stopped when she actually read his face. 'He had been thinking about something and said a bit of it out loud.'
"Will you come back?" She whispered. Now it was her turn to think out loud. For once though she was grateful for his great hearing because that wasn't a question she wanted to ask again. So in a way thinking out loud had been a good thing.
"For sure." He repeated but this time answering her. She hugged him again. It had been ages since somebody had shone him attention like this. The last person to hug him was his mother. 'Why would she-' She stopped his thought with a butterfly kiss on his lips. She smiled at him and pulled back a bit.
"You promise?" She looked totally serious.
"Yes, of course I promise." His voice was a bit hoarse and shaky. He licked his lips and grinned evilly. She smiled again and leaned in to press her forehead against his. She closed eyes and placed her nose along side of his. Warmth started to grow in Vegeta's chest. 'Am I happy? Is this how it feels to be happy?' Bulma leaned back and smiled weakly. "I promised you. Don't worry." He brushed a stray strand of her blue hair aside out of her face.
"With you I always worry." Her weak attempt at smile faded when he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. When he looked back at her she leaned forward and gave him a tantalizing kiss. She quickly slipped from his grasp and dropped a few capsules in the chair. Before she exited the ship she stopped at the doorway and turned half way around. "Be careful, Vegeta." With that she hopped out of sight and the hatch closed.
"Right then, space." He said hoarsely and started up his preparations for his journey again with a yearning for the woman that he thought was surely going to drive him mad.