Taste of our Weakness

Chapter 3

Cimorene-Kitty

AN: Thank you immensely for all those who have reviewed…I'll try to get this story finished really soon before the school work attacks me…and it's creeping ever closer…

Disclaimer: I own not the franchise known as DBZ…I do own my cute Rajah plush and my R2D2 that talks…He talks with Boo too…They conspire against me…Scary.

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Something has changed…the air is different somehow…what is it? Vegeta asked himself, pounding his fist into the wall. He made a nice sized hole but paid it no mind.

Stop thinking…you must stop thinking about him…Bulma thought as she tried to savor her Cherry Nut Ice Cream (*AN: My absolute favorite!*) she couldn't. It didn't give her the satisfaction she thought it would. She leaned back in her chair, putting the ice cream down. I know what's wrong…I'm going senile…pure and simply…I am going senile…and insane…And I'll be Kami-damned if I sit by and let it happen…But then again…I could die in his eyes…the way he looks at me. The way he argues with me. It would be heaven for me, but then again…. Heaven could just be a myth…

Vegeta tried to concentrate…but he found it increasingly harder to. Then like something had snapped, he remembered something, from when he was a child, living on Vegeta…a reoccurring dream…

He was walking through a garden like area, it was very peaceful and serene. There was a girl waiting for him at a fountain. She had the strangest colored hair. It was blue, like an ocean that was so pure that Vegeta would have never housed. She looked up at him with a pure smile.

"You're late…but what does it matter?" She told him.

"I am the Prince of the Saiyans…I am never late." He retorted.

"Yes…you are late…before I go, Vegeta…you must know…no matter how much you try to hide it, I am your destiny. Don't let me go." She said. "No matter what…if you lose me…terrible things will happen." She then leaned down and gave him a light kiss before leaving. "Remember Taio Verit Metago. My heart is yours. Porita frienf grigode frig, Kikssid. Dreams do come true, Prince."

Bulma sighed again…her ice cream long since melted. But she hadn't noticed. "What am I doing?" She asked herself. "He is only going to hurt me." But you've never felt this way before, Bulma…you have to taste love at least once in your life…unless you want to become a bitter old hag with more cats then hairs on your head. She then ran out side. "DID I DO ANYTHING TO YOU KAMI? WHY AM I FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM?!" She screamed to the air.

"Who are you falling in love with dear?" Her mother asked, never being the bright crayon in the box.

"Mmmother!" Bulma exclaimed. "N..no one." She said.

"Okay…I just came to tell you that dinner will be ready soon." She said, humming her way back to the house.

The girl…She reminded me of Bulma…Or the other way around. The mysterious girl from my dreams wasn't a Saiyan…No. I will not believe it. She had to have been…why would I dream of something other than that? Unless…unless…Kaiata had preplanned my life…( AN: Kaiata is a Saiyan Goddess, she controls fate) But why would she send the me here to this place of serenity. Did she believe that after all the suffering that I had been through, that I could finally be somewhere where fighting didn't matter, and be happy. Vegeta pondered. He sat Piccolo style and pondered some more. Kaiata was known to like to play games, but never to the royal family. She seemed to leave them be. His meditation led him to a place that he had only been told of as a small child.

He grew tired of his inability to concentrate so he shut off the GR and walked toward Bulma's mother's garden.

Bulma sighed. She had to go inside. Should she tell the arrogant jerk that food would be served soon? She made her way through her mother's garden to her fountain. Only Bulma used the fountain as her "Thoughtful Spot." She laughed as she could almost picture herself like Winnie the Pooh, using his paw to try to jog his memory uttering only a single word multiple times. "Think think think" Bulma said, to herself, playfully. She then laughed.

"What's so amusing?" Vegeta asked scornfully.

"Nothing that you would know about." Bulma said.

"Try me." He challenged.

"No. I don't want to." Bulma said, giving up.

"What's the matter Woman? You never give in so easily." Vegeta said.

"I just don't feel like arguing with you, Vegeta." Bulma said, sighing. "Please don't call me "Woman". I don't call you "Man"."

"It makes no difference to me what you call me." Vegeta said snidely.

"Really? Okay…hmmm…Monkeyman. That will be your new name since you don't mind…" Bulma said, turning to him and smiling. She adored talking to him. In fact she could say she adored him. Maybe she was going insane. She felt like a teenager again and he childish crushes.

"That is not a proper name, Woman." Vegeta said.

"Well neither is Woman, Monkeyman." Bulma said, sickly sweet.

"Do whatever…you will anyways." Vegeta said, half-smiling.

"Damn straight." Bulma said, and for good measure she added, "Monkeyman."

Vegeta stopped as he headed towards the door and smiled, truly. She made him feel different, like he really didn't need to be so cold. But…then again, she could become a weakness of his that could be exploited…and he could never let that happen.

'Why does he do that to me…Kami I need to get a handle on myself…I can't let anyone think I, rich and beautiful Bulma Briefs would ever let a man, especially one so arrogant, control my brilliant mind…No one must ever know…' She thought to herself.

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How do we ever keep this secret?

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AN: That's it for chapter 3!! Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long…