Why do you hate me?

By Hannio

How many more times most I be reminded of this fact. I have never ever owned the Dragonballz characters. I wasn't the brainbox behind them so lets forget about that ok? Good

I know last time I made a dedication to someone else the story overall is dedicated to Michelle but she can't have every chapter I'm afraid so this one is dedicated to Sarahgirl as a kinda secondary birthday present have a good one.

Now I've finished rambling we can get to the bit you all want

Chapter 4 of " Things change"

He was tired. Not just tired but barely able to move tired. He had done everything he could to reach his goal and yet the harder he tried the more it seemed to escape it. It had even began to haunt his dreams as well. He breathed, dreamed and basically lived just to beat Kakkorrott. He straightened his shoulders trying hard to ignore the blinding pain that accompanied the simple movement. He hadn't left the gravity room for days. At least he thought that it was for days, maybe it was more, maybe it was less but whatever it was he was almost thankful to get away from it all. Almost.

He stumbled into the kitchen and looked round the darkened room. The house was an eerie silence so different from what it was like in the morning when everyone was up and the air was filled with the hum of life. He turned the light on and blinked in the sudden brightness. He could see the clock clearly. It was 10 past 3 in the morning. It was at this sort of place that he was at his element. He preferred to be alone and the silence gave him a chance to show his true colours if only for himself. He went to the fridge door and was about to open it when he spotted a note headed Vegeta. He hesitated, he didn't know much of their language yet, not enough to understand everything. His eyes narrowed, if Kakkorrott could do such a simple thing then he could to. He unpinned it from the fruit basket magnet and squinted at it. He could kinda make it out

Dear Vegeta,

I left some food in the fridge for you in case you emerged and were hungry. It should fill you up but if you're anything like Goku then probably not. I just wanted to say sorry about the other day. I was wrong and you were right. Enjoy the food and hopefully I'll see you soon

Bulma

It took him about 5 minutes to finally understand the letter. He threw it on the table and growled when it fell short. He opened the fridge door and looked around all the food; just the sight of it was making his stomach rumble. He was about to take the first thing he saw when he noticed a big plate with Vegeta pinned by it. He picked it up and gazed suspiciously at it. If it was Bulma's cooking then he would rather take a chance with making something himself. He pulled the note off about to destroy it when he saw Bulma's neat writing on the otherside

Don't worry my Mum made it not me

He gave an unwilling smile out. Sometimes it really did seem like Bulma could read his mind. His smile disappeared to be replaced by a look of annoyance with a touch of fear in his eyes. He was beginning to get annoyed by Bulma something chronic. She always seemed to be around and even if she wasn't there face to face with him, she was still, somehow able to be around him. Like with the letter. He growled. She was really beginning to get to him and he knew it wasn't a good thing. His stomach rumbled he was still hungry. He was running out of options nothing would satisfy him in the fridge so should he try and cook something for himself. If a baka like Bulma could do it then a Prince should have no problem doing it, he smirked

"It probably be better than hers anyway" he said outloud and stood up taking his plate to the sink. He had learnt this custom the first day and had even seen how they did it. Of course he never did that was the servants job but he still knew. He hesitated he was in debt to them and no one would know if he did the... they called it the washing up... but no one would no. He glanced around, long ago his mother had taught him manners then she died but they were still buried deep inside them, he's just never show them. Mind made up he poured the water and began trying to find where they kept the other type of food they used. Just as he turned to water off he heard a high pitch giggle that he recognised straight away as Bulma. He rolled his eyes especially when he heard the deeper male chuckle accompanying it. He heard every word of the conversation. His hearing was sharp enough as it was, the fact she was shouting helped

"Oh Yamcha" she giggled "This was the best night ever I had so much fun" he had a feeling she was spinning on the spot. She always did that when she was excited, he shook his head

"Why did I pick that up" he muttered

"Well Bulma only the best for my girl" he replied, there was a short silence where they were obviously kissing. Vegeta went to the fridge and picked out the orange drink that he was always given and opened the cupboard to see a glass and poured it. He placed it back and sat down just as they began speaking again

"Oh Yamcha what would I do without you"

"Who knows. Be lonely I guess without a strong good-looking man to look at" he replied in a cocky voice. Bulma laughed

"But Yamcha I live with Vegeta I see a strong good-looking man every day" a silence fell after that and Vegeta looked up moving an eyebrow he was suddenly interested to see how Yamcha would take that little bit of news.

"What" Yamcha said his voice was angry. Bulma laughed

"Your jealous of Vegeta" she went off and Vegeta growled. No one laughed at him especially not a lowly woman.

"Jealous of that thing I doubt that" he replied in denial. Vegeta smirk grew. He couldn't blame such a pathetic loser for wanting to be more like him.

"Of course not" a silence followed again then she spoke again "You better go. I've got a busy day tomorrow thanks for tonight"

"Anytime I'll phone you up later bye" The ki disappeared quickly and had just completely disappeared as the door opened. A light flooding into the semi lit room. He blinked once to see Bulma at the door. She hadn't noticed him yet and she was humming and dancing to herself. Dressed in a blue dress that was short and well cut and with her hair down in a wave of curls he had to admit that she was fairly attractive. He had seen better people in his travels but she wasn't bad. Just not good enough for him. She opened the fridge and got out the white liquid they called milk and poured herself a glass and grabbed a handful of freshly made cookies, then she turned round and jumped almost dropping the milk. He could tell that she was pissed by the glazed bright look in her eyes.

"Vegeta" she said bringing the cookie hand to place over her heart "You scared me" his eyebrow rose again

"Did I?" he said turning away. The peaceful atmosphere was gone now. A frown came to his face. He wish she went away, instead she laughed and sat opposite her

"You did. Well there's a first for everything" she looked at him "So you came out of the gravity chamber did you" he didn't reply outloud

"What a baka of course I'm out" he thought instead he took a sip of the drink. She leaned back taking some of her own drink

"Not going to speak well what's the fuck is new about that" her voice grew louder and angrier with every word. "You know what Vegeta" she said, he glanced up and wondered whether he could find something to gag her. She went on "You are a prick. You think you are so great don't you. WE give you everything and you do nothing in return. Do you" she stopped her face now red "Well I won't put up with it you should respect us and our rules, like you should come to the meal the same as everyone else. What makes you so different is it because you're a prince because let me tell you something Mr I think I'm so wonderful that means nothing under this roof. You got that" he stared at her and then stood up and finished the rest of his drink dropping it back on the table

"Well are you finally finished," he said in his cold voice that he adopted when speaking to her and her stupid friends. She stopped and nodded

"Yes" she whispered

"Thank God your voice was giving me a headache. And I know how to get rid of that problem" then he turned and left the room and walked out into the dark and heading to the Gravity room he knew the way to perfection. He could have done it with his eyes closed

"Vegeta.... Vegeta stop" she was running after him in her bare feet. He turned back what did he have to do to get her to go away. He didn't particularly want to be cruel to her he just wanted to be left alone and she wasn't letting that happen. She neared him and stopped in front of him tears in her eyes "Please don't walk away" he stared

"Go away" he said roughly "What do I have to do to get some piece and quiet" at that tears spilled out of her eyes and down her smooth cheeks. He had hurt her and strangely it didn't bring with the usual satisfaction it normally gave him. It made him feel.... Bad. "But I am evil and bad" his mind spoke to him. He stood their in puzzlement what should he do. Turn and walk away or to comfort her in some way, he saw people do it all the time but he couldn't so he turned his back on her silent sobs and began walking away

"Vegeta" she cried after him "Why do you hate me" he didn't answer and instead shut the gravity room locking her out. He walked over to the controller and began turning it on but stopped and leaned on them. Her last comment disturbed him. Did she really believe that he hated her? He frowned. He didn't really have an opinion but he knew he didn't hate her, they didn't get on most of the time but that was their personalities. He shook his head Human Women were a mystery and he had a bad feeling that he would uncovers Bulma's soon