Taste of Our Weakness
Author: Cimorene
Hello, all my umm…probably nil fans…this is my first B/V…but like so many I love them!! They are so perfect for each other!! So Here…without much ado is my first attempt at a B/V…I really hope it's good…And I really hope nobody has done this song with B/V before…because then I'd be a sad Cimmy…I don't like to repeat other's works…I try to be original…oh and if you don't like songs in fics, I suggest you stop reading now because I love to write stories to songs…as anyone who has read my Gohan story can attest to…and anyone who is following it…Yes I am still working on it…but I accidentally saved it more than once and I can't remember which I saved it under so my lazy butt will have to look through them all before I can post up anymore…Enough babble…
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ…I do own about 40 tapes and 2 Hybrid DBZ DVDs though…Or Heart's "Secret" song which is one of my favorite songs…but alas…I don't even own the CD I first heard it on…my mom does…pitiful I know…I only own a huge collection of pins and my cat, Orion.
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Bulma sat down at her computer to try and concentrate…operative word here is try. She couldn't concentrate at all…and it was driving her slowly insane…but then again who ever said that one had to be sane? Of course rich Bulma Briefs was expected to be sane. She hated the publicity. She liked the riches…you always have to give some to get some. To get riches she had to be publicized. Most people would laugh at her petty problems. Why worry about that when there is hunger. Hmmph. Hunger…yep she was hungry.
Please let no one be in kitchen…PLEASE KAMI!!!!! She thought desperately. Especially the certain someone. The tension was so palpable between them that you could slice it with a dull knife. And now that her and Yamcha were only friends through eternity, Bulma had time to think about such things.
They were two totally different people. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, always showing what she felt. He, on the other hand, had the poker face to beat all poker faces. He showed very little emotion. The only emotions she had ever seen him display was anger and amusement. He never showed the pain she knew he had to feel. She certainly would be hurt if the same thing happened to her. She knew the deep inside that cold exterior was a wounded little boy…she knew because for most of her childhood she had acted the same way…until she met the funny little boy known as Goku. He had changed her life.
Vegeta wasn't in the kitchen, thankfully. But there was also that regret. She felt a pull everytime she neared him…like there was a magnet between them. He was so devoted to his training. It was dedication that Bulma herself had never had. She was a bit flighty at times and her devotions usually only lasted as long as the novelty did…which wasn't very long. Devotions to her inventions only lasted while the invention's creation did.
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We lead two different lives
Just like two lines that never cross
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The feeling inside of Bulma was new to her…it was scary and amazing at the same time. It was lovely yet dark. It was pure yet tarnished. It made absolutely no sense to her and it made her mad. She hated to not have control. She was a controlling person…it was in her personality. That's perhaps why her and ChiChi had always gotten along so well. They both loved controlling things. And poor Gohan often got in the middle. Bulma enjoyed Gohan's company. The kid brought up a nature in Bulma that she hadn't seen since she met Goku all those years ago.
Vegeta was concentrating ever harder on the task at hand. He had to beat Kakarot. And if he didn't he would die trying. Most people thought him to be a stubborn jerk but what do most people know anyways? Besides, "most people" were human and were laughable in their strength and determination. As much as he hated to admit it, Vegeta truly was amazed by what these earthlings did to make up for their lack of strength. They were, for the most part, clever and decisive. They would rather outwit the enemy than face them in a head on battle like most true-blooded Saiyans. But then again, Vegeta wasn't like most true-blooded Saiyans. He was bred differently. His mother refused to let him go as a baby. And no one would consciously mess with the queen. Because if you messed with the Queen, you messed with the King and on down the line and no one wanted to do that. If Freiza had never entered the picture, Vegeta would have lived the ideal life. He would have been content. But then again, fate always has another plan.
Vegeta brutally attacked his invisible opponent. He would never give in. For the honor of Royal Family, for the Honor of the Saiyans, for the Honor of their memory. Vegeta, over the years became accustomed to the Alien races not knowing of his culture, of his race…but the more he spent time with the Earthling Bulma, the more he began to feel like he had finally found his place in the universe and he wasn't liking it one bit. Deep down he had always craved it, but the cold exterior of a warrior who had seen too much in his short life would never show such a thing. She made him feel like his mother did, Kami rest her soul. She had always believed that Vegeta was a gift to her. Some gift he turned out to be. He never wanted to disappoint his parents. He wouldn't disappoint their memory, even if it killed him.
He decided he needed to stop training for now. He was starved. He skipped breakfast because he had to get the woman out of his head. He shut off the GR and walked toward the main part of Capsule Corp.
Bulma was rummaging around in the refrigerator when her mother came in, bubbly as usual. "Bulma, dear, what are you doing?" She asked.
"Looking for something to eat, I am starving." Bulma said.
"Well, Bulma…I haven't gone shopping since the last time Vegeta had free reign of the kitchen…the only thing you will find in here is some cola. He was much more interested in the lemonade."
Of course he was, the jerk. Lemonade is my favorite drink. Bulma thought.
"If you are that hungry, I suggest going out to eat. Maybe you should take Vegeta with you. He needs to work on his social skills." Her mother said.
"Well, mom if you are so intent on making Vegeta social, why don't you throw a party? " Bulma asked sarcastically.
"What a great idea!! I'll have to call Madeline to make the arrangements. Oh, Bulma dear you are a genius!" Her mother said, rushing around the house.
"Great…why couldn't I just keep my big mouth shut?" Bulma asked herself.
"Talking to yourself, woman?" Vegeta asked, sneaking up behind her.
"Yes…and if you don't mind it was a private conversation." Bulma retorted.
"Hmmph. Then maybe you shouldn't speak it aloud." Vegeta said. They both felt the electricity between them increase ten fold.
Get a grip, Bulma…he's killed a million people at least…ARRGG!! He even invades my thoughts…I just can't get enough of him…I love to argue with him…In fact…Nah…I must be going mad. Bulma thought.
Stupid woman…can't keep her beautiful mouth shut…did I just say beautiful? I must have imagined it… Vegeta thought
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And here we are together
Standing closer than we are
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I just can't be developing a crush on him! What would everyone think? He killed people for Kami's sake!! Stop thinking stupid brain! You'll get me in even more trouble! Bulma thought, her mind betraying her. Shut up brain Shut up brain Shut up Brain SHUT UP BRAIN!!!! No more thinking at all…no thoughts at all…damn…can never get what I truly want.
What is the matter with you? She is a simple Earth creature…that greatly resembles a Saiyan female…Forget her…I can't forget…She plagues me…Damn woman! She's changing me!! Vegeta thought. He tried to move but couldn't. He was frozen in place and he saw the emotions flicker across her cerulean eyes.
Shut up mind!!! NOW!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!! Bulma screamed to herself as she looked in his obsidian eyes. Oh Kami…his eyes…they remind me of a starless night. Please eyes…look away.
Her eyes…they are like the water…endless…stop…stop…thinking…about her…Vegeta thought, losing the battle. Their eyes were locked for what seemed like an eternity that ended too soon.
"Bulma have you seen…scratch?" Her father asked as he saw Bulma and Vegeta just staring at each other.
"Huh? What Dad?" Bulma asked, shaking off the daze she felt.
"Scratch…he's missing." Her father said.
"I haven't seen him…" Bulma said, trying desperately to find the endless dream she was previously in.
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But we're still standing here untouched
Too scared to make a move
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Vegeta blinked as Bulma lost contact. He wanted to touch her…to tell her all of the feelings inside that he hadn't felt since he was a very small child. Love. She had changed him…maybe for the better and he would never consciously admit such a thing. She had entranced him and she continued to weave her spell as she bore into his eyes, into the very depths of her soul.
Bulma very much wanted to reach out and stay warm in Vegeta's embrace. For a strange reason, she felt that his embrace would keep her safe…from what she would never knew. Maybe keep her from herself. The stubbornness in her veins would never allow her to such a thing. She had spent her adolescence engorged in her feelings and look where it led her. Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. But here was her chance to feel like never before, and yet the same betraying emotions would not yield.
Vegeta would never give in to anything. If you give in…you will eventually fail. And he couldn't tolerate failure any longer.
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AN: So you love? So you hate? Well…sorry…I haven't become a mind reader yet, so please tell me what you think…I solemnly swear to finish this story in a reasonable amount of time…