Chapter 2: Where an old wind goes away, a new wind will blow today.
Vegeta woke to the sound of hushed voices in the background. He made an attempt to move his limbs but a burning sensation prevented his success. The voices quietened and Vegeta wondered what they were up to. He slowly, ever so slowly opened his eyes, letting the light drift gradually. He did this with experience as he was unconscious so many times before hand and knew that snapping your eyes open would be painful. In this case, it wasn't as painful if he did snap them open and he found himself staring at the high white ceiling that loomed over him. It was so high; it made him dizzy for a while.
His ears picked up some movement and he turned his head towards that sound. It was Bulma. Her blue hair was in curls and she was an almost see-through shirt. Vegeta felt disgusted by that and he closed his eyes again, not wanting to see what he had just saw.
He hadn't known that he drifted off to sleep when someone gently called out his name.
"Vegeta,"
He didn't want to answer. He only wanted peace. Why can't he have some motherfucking peace?! His anger built up and he was ready to escape whatever he was confined in were it not for some stranger laying his hand on his arm. The touch was almost electrifying and he calmed down, breathing more easily now.
"Vegeta, I know you're awake," the voice said again.
"Go to hell," Vegeta replied rudely without opening his eyes.
"I've been there."
"So go again. I'm sure those stupid trolls would love to play with you!" Came another rude remark. Vegeta again opened his eyes, only to see Goku smiling down at him. His hand was still on his right arm, all covered in a cast.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Vegeta asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he thought up of as many possibilities as he could. He could be here to sympathize him, to tease him, to make jokes…but Goku had never done that.
"Just to see that you're okay," Goku replied nonchantly (in a relaxed way). His red gi was newly washed and dried and his face was gleaming for some reason. There was that smile on his face, but it wasn't a goofy smile, not the one that he would normally give to his friends and family. No, this one was just a plain, ordinary smile. A special smile…
'Quit smiling at me, Kakkarott,' Vegeta blurted out, 'it's unnerving.'
Goku did not respond but bent down and, before Vegeta could yell out, those of his rival's covered his mouth. A sense of repulsion rose up within him and Vegeta threw Goku away from him, wiping his lips.
'What the hell were you doing?' Vegeta bellowed at Goku but Goku wasn't there anymore. Only darkness. Only darkness surrounded him and grasped him in their inescapable tentacles. But the darkness didn't last long as it dissolved into gray colors, then huge patches of white and silver. The white and silver then became the real ceiling and when Vegeta fully sprang awake, there was nobody there.
However, something was amiss. It felt as if the house was empty. But the sounds his hypersensitive ears picked up from the basement gave evident that there was somebody in the house. Gingerly, he got up but the room was twirling round and round. He went to the wall for support and embraced himself for another try. It wasn't so bad the next time and he took shaky steps, heading for the sounds.
Bulma moaned as Yamcha took a nipple in his mouth and she pushed more of her breast into his mouth. Her legs were all wet from their cumm and Yamcha thrust into her again. She tried hold the scream of climax growing in her throat and chest but failed. Yamcha grinned at his bedroom skills and shoved into her again, but more quickly than the first time. Her mouth opened in a gasp as he reached her G-spot and sighed when he hit it again and again. Kami, this feels so good. The human smiled,
'Feels good, huh?'
'Oh, yeah…hmmm…more…'
Yamcha gladly granted her wish and Bulma dug her nails into his back when he pushed his member even further. They were so deep in their lovemaking that they never noticed a person observing them for some time in the distant.
Vegeta could not believe his eyes. That worthless human having sex with my wife? And my wife!! I thought she loved me. I thought that's what brought Trunks into this world, because of her love for me. I guess I was wrong. Damn wrong. His mind shattered into tiny pieces and so did his heart. He knew this would happen though. He could tell just by looking in her eyes that something was wrong. That the other day, when he asked what she was going to do during his training, she stammered and started blushing profusely.
Vegeta had unknowingly raised his hand to release an energy ball that was already there, waiting for his command. Yamcha must have sensed it for the saiyan noticed stiffness in the human and the face awkwardly turned to the doorway. Bulma was upset of the halt of the movement and she was just about to ask him what was wrong when she saw an unwanted figure standing and staring at them.
"Vegeta!! B-b-but I thought you were hurt? Shouldn't you be in bed?' While she was talking, she hastily covered herself up and tried to straighten herself out. She was too scared to notice the pink ball ready to destroy.
"Bulma, now is not the time to reason with him,' Yamcha warned her carefully as he stepped back.
'Why not-Vegeta! Put that energy ball out! You know it's not allowed in this house!'
'Sweet Bulma,' Vegeta said quietly, raising his hand even more but not moving from where he was. 'Neither is having sex with someone else, especially an ex-beau.'
'I'm sorry Vegeta. It's just that you're always spending more time training than with me,'
'That's still no excuses!!! Fuck!! How would Trunks feel if he saw you the way I did just now?'
'...'
'Just what I thought,' Vegeta lowered his hand and the energy ball was released. 'I'm leaving. You can have everything you want now. I'm not stopping you.'
Turning his back on them, he exited out of the bedroom and flew out of the huge domed house, never vowing to return again.
'It was my fault, Bulma,' Yamcha said truthfully but also in a tone that wanted sympathizing and more attention. Bulma nodded, tears in her eyes. 'I shouldn't have hurt him, Yamcha, I should have told him from day one that I have always loved you,'
'Yeah, I'm the man,' the human said proudly. There was a loud smack on the face and an ugly face screaming at him for an apologize. He quickly rushed out of the house, escaping the hollering woman.
Vegeta lost track of time and place. He also lost his sense of direction as he almost went into tall pine tree that towered over the shorter ones. His body hurt everywhere and he knew that he couldn't fly forever. He somehow reached Goku's place but he didn't recognize any landmarks that would told him that he was approaching it beforehand. But it was someplace to sleep and eat. Knocking on the wooden door, he waited, shivering of the cold and hurtness both mental and psychical. Light footsteps went to the door and the sound of someone opening it made him lift his head in a most pathetic way that Vegeta was regretting it late on.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here?!" Goku exclaimed. He had not expected to see Vegeta at all that day and what's more was his coming here in the first place.
"I need a place to stay," Vegeta shoved his way in, not caring whether Goku had said yes or no to him, and immediately fell asleep when he fell unto a nearby couch.
