Vegeta had to laugh at her naivety. "How do you think you got home? I found
you in the dumpy little wreck of a car and flew you all the way home. If I
hadn't have found you, you would have froze to death with that window open.
That or you would have been mugged and shot by some weakling human." He
finished crossing his arms over his chest.
Silence filled the room like the plague. Both people knew why there was silence, but couldn't seem to think of anything worthwhile to say to make it end. Bulma was absolutely astounded that Vegeta, who seemed to regale the gravity machine more than her, had actually gone out of his way to help her, and to protect her.
"Why?" She asked suddenly, having found no answer to that question within the recesses of her own imagination.
Vegeta was dumbfounded. Throughout this whole ordeal he had never thought once about why he was doing this in the first place. Was it because he cared for the earth woman? Because of the thoughts he was so taken with before? What was it that caused him to do something so kind for someone he usually cared nothing about. So he used the only tactic he knew of to get out of things, lie. "Who would feed me if you died? I need you hear to cook the meals and repair the gravity machine." He responded cruelly, watching her eyes widen and the tears fill them up again.
"Damn you Vegeta!" She screamed, throwing a pillow at him maliciously. "Damn you, you deplorable bastard! How could I have ever thought that you cared about anyone but yourself. GET OUT!" She shrieked, throwing another pillow at his head.
Deciding he was beaten, Vegeta stalked towards the door. He threw it open in one movement, and was about to depart when a heartless statement came to his mind, and he made his biggest mistake ever. He said it. "No wonder he dumped you." With that, he was gone.
As he stalked down the hallway, Vegeta didn't even have to strain to hear the ragged sob that escaped Bulma's throat, and the horrible crying that followed. He usually didn't feel any remorse for his cruelty at until much later, or not at all, even with Bulma. This time, however, it hit him hard in one swift blow. The sound of her crying bore right down into the part of his heart that he had managed to hide away for so many years, and made it ache. He wanted to rush back in there and apologize for ever hurting her. Make her crying stop.
Vegeta shook his head in disbelief. Another piece of evidence that this woman was getting to him, and taking away all the pride and strength that he had kept protected within him. Luckily, at this point he hadn't shown any signs that he was going soft, but his thoughts would not be silenced. It was the first time he had ever felt this confused about the going on of his mind and heart in conjunction.
"Stupid woman." He muttered, kicking the faithful little wooden side table at the end of the hallway, and making his way to the gravity machine. Maybe a few hours of training would relieve his intoxication. That must be it, that blood draining succubus had cast some kind of invisible spell on him, that was making him question his own judgment and sanity. He wouldn't stand for that. No pitiful earth female was going to make him doubt his own superiority. Not if he had anything to do with it.
Slamming the door of the gravity room, Vegeta hit all the appropriate switches and levers to make it go. The loud hum of the machine was very soothing and drown out the sobs of Bulma. Somehow he was going to have to beat this curse, no matter what it took. He was Prince of the Saiyans and no woman was going to bring him down. Was she? The sun had long since gone down and Bulma was just now emerging from her bedroom. She had spent the entire day sulking and sleeping, locked deep within the darkness of her own mind. Mostly she had been lamenting over the fact that she would never be able to look into those black eyes of Yamcha's and see that same honest ever loving guy. He wasn't that guy anymore, that guy died when he admitted to slepping with other women. He was now replaced by a horny sleezebag who wasn't worth her trust.
The other one thing that had been nagging at her was Vegeta's last little comment before he walked out. How did he know they broke up? Why did he automatically assume it was her fault? Did he know more than he was saying? Why was he such a jerk?
Slowly, the confusions slipped from her mind and she fell into a five hour long sleep induced by her obious cold from the unscheduled camping trip.
Now she was wide awake, and Bulma groaned, decideding it was time to finally emerge from her warm comfy bed. She desperately needed to get some food in her stomach. Crawling out of bed, she noticed that she was still wearing her shorts and t-shirt she had been wearing yesterday. She hadn't been thinking about that before, but now that she was, it was time to change into something a little more comfortable.
Snatching a silk nightgown out of her closet, she stripped off the other clothes and tossed them onto the floor. She would get them later. Now it really didn't mean anything to her, even though she was a neat freak.
The cool softness of the silk felt very nice against her skin, and she wished she had bought silk sheets when the opprotunity had arose. As she passed, Bulma glanced at herself in the full body mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was absolutely attrocious, but for once she didn't care. Fuck what the world thought of her. The world could go to HFIL along with Yamcha, Vegeta and anyone else who got in her way.
Heading down the hallway from her room, Bulma glanced at her wristwatch in the moonlight. 2:00. Just as she thought, she expected it to be late in the evening, not a normal time for anyone to be up and about. Only her and her broken heart.
Just as Bulma was about to yank open the refridgerator she remembered. There was no food. Dammit! Why didn't she think to get some food? Probably because her emotions had completely taken over her entire mind that she wasn't even thinking about it when she fell asleep in her car with the window open. Sighing, she expected just to go back to bed, when a bag on the counter caught her eye.
As she looked closer, the bag appeared to be the plastic ones they give you at the supermarket. Could it be? How could food possibly get there when she didn't get any, and certainly her parents who were miles away didn't get any. Vegeta? No way. How could he possibly get money, or even know what to do in the store.
Peering into the bag, she saw six cartons of ice cream, and some funny looking container filled with artificial cherries. It must have been Vegeta who bought these things, no one else would spend hard earned money on ice cream and fake cherries. The iced milk substance being one of the only foods Vegeta would actually eat and not complain about profusely. In fact, she would go so far to say it was his favorite food. Although he wasn't the smartest most quickly adapted person in the universe seeing as he was leaving it out here to melt.
Bulma felt a smile creep onto her face for the first time that day as she imagined a perplexed Vegeta running around the super market trying to purchase some items and not blow anybody up. He was so cute when he was confused.
A frown once again worked its way onto her face as she pondered why she actually let herself think that. Vegeta wasn't cute, he was a horrible monster who had no heart and no compassion whatsoever for his fellow man. Putting the cartons in the freezer and the cherries in the refridgerator, Bulma grabbed one of the already frozen and half empty containers of old ice cream and began heading for her room.
That was a nice little break from her world of sadness and self-pity. Now it was time to return, and not leave until tommorow morning when she had to get some work done. Passing under a skylight in the hallway she paused to look at the stars. The eerie blackness and emptyness of the night somehow soothed her as she took a big bite of vanilla ice cream. Sugar and moonlight, what else could anyone ask for? How about a steady boyfriend, she hadn't had that luxury yet.
As if on cue, a shadow passed over the skylight, starling Bulma. Someone was out there, and on the roof! She strained her neck to see more of the figure that had just walked past, but found no clue as to who it was.
Bulma's heart pounded in her chest as she raced into her room. It might be some murderous prowler, coming to steal all the precious possesions from the nice big house. She didn't bother to even set down the carton and spoon in her hand before dashing out to the balcony. Using her free hand and the railing of the balcony, she hoisted herself onto the smooth roof of the Capsule Corp. It didn't even occur to her that she was unarmed and should the prowler attack she would be defensless.
Walking was not an easy task on the slick roof, and Bulma slipped a few times, but never fell off the building itself. Finally, after a few more minutes and another couple near death experiances, she finally put a face to her "prowler."
There sat Vegeta, staring up at the gigantic full moon in front of him, his dark eyes shining with the starlight. He looked so peacefull sitting there, the silver light outlining every muscle on his well shapen body.
Instantly Bulma let out a breath, and then took another one in quickly, remembering that she was still mad at him, and he was probably mad at her. Walking a little closer, she got up enough courage to speak to him, thought it wasn't the most courtious thing she could have said. "You know, it doesn't matter how long you stare at the moon, you're not going to turn into a giant monkey again."
Silence filled the room like the plague. Both people knew why there was silence, but couldn't seem to think of anything worthwhile to say to make it end. Bulma was absolutely astounded that Vegeta, who seemed to regale the gravity machine more than her, had actually gone out of his way to help her, and to protect her.
"Why?" She asked suddenly, having found no answer to that question within the recesses of her own imagination.
Vegeta was dumbfounded. Throughout this whole ordeal he had never thought once about why he was doing this in the first place. Was it because he cared for the earth woman? Because of the thoughts he was so taken with before? What was it that caused him to do something so kind for someone he usually cared nothing about. So he used the only tactic he knew of to get out of things, lie. "Who would feed me if you died? I need you hear to cook the meals and repair the gravity machine." He responded cruelly, watching her eyes widen and the tears fill them up again.
"Damn you Vegeta!" She screamed, throwing a pillow at him maliciously. "Damn you, you deplorable bastard! How could I have ever thought that you cared about anyone but yourself. GET OUT!" She shrieked, throwing another pillow at his head.
Deciding he was beaten, Vegeta stalked towards the door. He threw it open in one movement, and was about to depart when a heartless statement came to his mind, and he made his biggest mistake ever. He said it. "No wonder he dumped you." With that, he was gone.
As he stalked down the hallway, Vegeta didn't even have to strain to hear the ragged sob that escaped Bulma's throat, and the horrible crying that followed. He usually didn't feel any remorse for his cruelty at until much later, or not at all, even with Bulma. This time, however, it hit him hard in one swift blow. The sound of her crying bore right down into the part of his heart that he had managed to hide away for so many years, and made it ache. He wanted to rush back in there and apologize for ever hurting her. Make her crying stop.
Vegeta shook his head in disbelief. Another piece of evidence that this woman was getting to him, and taking away all the pride and strength that he had kept protected within him. Luckily, at this point he hadn't shown any signs that he was going soft, but his thoughts would not be silenced. It was the first time he had ever felt this confused about the going on of his mind and heart in conjunction.
"Stupid woman." He muttered, kicking the faithful little wooden side table at the end of the hallway, and making his way to the gravity machine. Maybe a few hours of training would relieve his intoxication. That must be it, that blood draining succubus had cast some kind of invisible spell on him, that was making him question his own judgment and sanity. He wouldn't stand for that. No pitiful earth female was going to make him doubt his own superiority. Not if he had anything to do with it.
Slamming the door of the gravity room, Vegeta hit all the appropriate switches and levers to make it go. The loud hum of the machine was very soothing and drown out the sobs of Bulma. Somehow he was going to have to beat this curse, no matter what it took. He was Prince of the Saiyans and no woman was going to bring him down. Was she? The sun had long since gone down and Bulma was just now emerging from her bedroom. She had spent the entire day sulking and sleeping, locked deep within the darkness of her own mind. Mostly she had been lamenting over the fact that she would never be able to look into those black eyes of Yamcha's and see that same honest ever loving guy. He wasn't that guy anymore, that guy died when he admitted to slepping with other women. He was now replaced by a horny sleezebag who wasn't worth her trust.
The other one thing that had been nagging at her was Vegeta's last little comment before he walked out. How did he know they broke up? Why did he automatically assume it was her fault? Did he know more than he was saying? Why was he such a jerk?
Slowly, the confusions slipped from her mind and she fell into a five hour long sleep induced by her obious cold from the unscheduled camping trip.
Now she was wide awake, and Bulma groaned, decideding it was time to finally emerge from her warm comfy bed. She desperately needed to get some food in her stomach. Crawling out of bed, she noticed that she was still wearing her shorts and t-shirt she had been wearing yesterday. She hadn't been thinking about that before, but now that she was, it was time to change into something a little more comfortable.
Snatching a silk nightgown out of her closet, she stripped off the other clothes and tossed them onto the floor. She would get them later. Now it really didn't mean anything to her, even though she was a neat freak.
The cool softness of the silk felt very nice against her skin, and she wished she had bought silk sheets when the opprotunity had arose. As she passed, Bulma glanced at herself in the full body mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was absolutely attrocious, but for once she didn't care. Fuck what the world thought of her. The world could go to HFIL along with Yamcha, Vegeta and anyone else who got in her way.
Heading down the hallway from her room, Bulma glanced at her wristwatch in the moonlight. 2:00. Just as she thought, she expected it to be late in the evening, not a normal time for anyone to be up and about. Only her and her broken heart.
Just as Bulma was about to yank open the refridgerator she remembered. There was no food. Dammit! Why didn't she think to get some food? Probably because her emotions had completely taken over her entire mind that she wasn't even thinking about it when she fell asleep in her car with the window open. Sighing, she expected just to go back to bed, when a bag on the counter caught her eye.
As she looked closer, the bag appeared to be the plastic ones they give you at the supermarket. Could it be? How could food possibly get there when she didn't get any, and certainly her parents who were miles away didn't get any. Vegeta? No way. How could he possibly get money, or even know what to do in the store.
Peering into the bag, she saw six cartons of ice cream, and some funny looking container filled with artificial cherries. It must have been Vegeta who bought these things, no one else would spend hard earned money on ice cream and fake cherries. The iced milk substance being one of the only foods Vegeta would actually eat and not complain about profusely. In fact, she would go so far to say it was his favorite food. Although he wasn't the smartest most quickly adapted person in the universe seeing as he was leaving it out here to melt.
Bulma felt a smile creep onto her face for the first time that day as she imagined a perplexed Vegeta running around the super market trying to purchase some items and not blow anybody up. He was so cute when he was confused.
A frown once again worked its way onto her face as she pondered why she actually let herself think that. Vegeta wasn't cute, he was a horrible monster who had no heart and no compassion whatsoever for his fellow man. Putting the cartons in the freezer and the cherries in the refridgerator, Bulma grabbed one of the already frozen and half empty containers of old ice cream and began heading for her room.
That was a nice little break from her world of sadness and self-pity. Now it was time to return, and not leave until tommorow morning when she had to get some work done. Passing under a skylight in the hallway she paused to look at the stars. The eerie blackness and emptyness of the night somehow soothed her as she took a big bite of vanilla ice cream. Sugar and moonlight, what else could anyone ask for? How about a steady boyfriend, she hadn't had that luxury yet.
As if on cue, a shadow passed over the skylight, starling Bulma. Someone was out there, and on the roof! She strained her neck to see more of the figure that had just walked past, but found no clue as to who it was.
Bulma's heart pounded in her chest as she raced into her room. It might be some murderous prowler, coming to steal all the precious possesions from the nice big house. She didn't bother to even set down the carton and spoon in her hand before dashing out to the balcony. Using her free hand and the railing of the balcony, she hoisted herself onto the smooth roof of the Capsule Corp. It didn't even occur to her that she was unarmed and should the prowler attack she would be defensless.
Walking was not an easy task on the slick roof, and Bulma slipped a few times, but never fell off the building itself. Finally, after a few more minutes and another couple near death experiances, she finally put a face to her "prowler."
There sat Vegeta, staring up at the gigantic full moon in front of him, his dark eyes shining with the starlight. He looked so peacefull sitting there, the silver light outlining every muscle on his well shapen body.
Instantly Bulma let out a breath, and then took another one in quickly, remembering that she was still mad at him, and he was probably mad at her. Walking a little closer, she got up enough courage to speak to him, thought it wasn't the most courtious thing she could have said. "You know, it doesn't matter how long you stare at the moon, you're not going to turn into a giant monkey again."