Vegeta sharply turned his head, surprised by her presence on the roof. He
thought this was a place she never came, and never would have thought to
look for him. He thought wrong. She was just the person he really didn't
want to see right now, considering his feelings about her were in such
considerable turmoil. He grunted and just turned his face away, trying not
to notice the way that nightgown made her look beneath the stars. "I'm
going to kill Yajarobi for that." He muttered, not knowing if she heard
him, and not particularly caring anyway. He wasn't thinking about his
hatred towards that fat little pain in the ass, he had already dealt with
that by a good flattening boot to the head. He was just trying to make
conversation.
Deciding to be daring, Bulma went over and sat next to Vegeta on the roof. She secretly wondered if he just went up there to get away from her, or if he just liked the stars. "I am still mad at you, just to let you know, and I'm sure you're mad at me, but that doesn't mean we can't talk." She said softly, playing with the lace at the end of her short nightdress.
"Hmph. Who wants to talk?" He responded, staring up at the moon, almost wishing he could become a giant Ozaru again, just to make her go away.
Sighing, Bulma came to the conclusion that it was time to pour her feelings out to someone, even if it was Vegeta, and he didn't care. "I do." She whispered, tears welling up again.
Oh boy. Here it came, that horrible noise that made Vegeta ache in parts he didn't know he had, let alone knew could hurt. She was going to cry for the nine hundreth time today, and now he was in direct earshot, and had nowhere to go. "Don't cry!" He said sharply, more cruely than he intended, but anything to make her stop. "You've cried all day, don't you think that's enough already? Kami you humans are weak."
"Oh shut up Vegeta!" She shouted, turning towards him, her body shaking. "You're just as emotional as the rest of us, but you're too wrapped up in yourself to even notice that you are just as human as I am, but don't want to realize it."
Scoffing, the prince turned towards the shaking woman. "I will not be spoken to that way! I am the Prince of the Saiyans, and you're just some little gutter trash woman who has too many emotions !" He shouted back, his retort which was meant to be cutting and cunning, not coming out anywhere near either of them.
"So what if you're the Prince of Saiyans? I wouldn't give a damn if you were Kami himself. You're still a stuck up, arrogant bastard who doesn't have one shred of compassion. You care only about yourself!" She screamed, then colapsed her face into her arms, dropping the carton of ice cream she was holding, and sobbing.
Growling, Vegeta got to his feet. This was too much for him, he woudln't be shouted at by her, and then have her crying crocodile tears as if he was doing something wrong. He was just about to blast off, when he felt his arm being touched.
Bulma was now off her feet, but her crying hadn't stopped. "Please....don't leave." She begged, tears streaming down her face, and trembling terribly. "I'm...I'm sorry." She said, her heart just aching, and yearning for someone to reach out to her, even if it was Vegeta.
Vegeta shivered at her touch, she was so frightfully cold and was shaking so profusely. Most of him said that he should just keep on going and let her fall victim to her own bitchyness, but that stupid little compassionate part wondered at how she looked so lovely when she was crying, and told him to help her. He would never regret helping her. No matter how many times he did it, he would never feel bad about it. So he gave in. "Fine."
"Thank you.." She said, letting out a sob, then wiping away her tears with a sleve. "I just need someone to talk to, even if you don't care. Which I know you don't, but will you please just hear me out?" She pleaded, her blue eyes shining with tears and pain.
Sighing, Vegeta gave in. Just this once, he told himself as he sat down again, staring away from her at the intricate paneling of the roof. "Fine, but don't expect me to say anything." He growled, trying not to make eye contact, for fear she would see that he really did care about what she said, and only wanted to make it better.
"I don't." She said simply, then took a breath, trying to collect her thoughts into a sentance that could actually be understood in some form or another. "I just miss Yamcha.." She murmured, trying to hold her burning emotion back.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He would never understand why she was so obsessed with that weakling. What could he possibly offer her? Why did humans seek constant companionship? "Hmph. Why would you miss that pathetic earthling?" He asked coldly, letting one eye wander over to her face.
"He's not pathetic!" She shouted, surprising both herself and her spiky haired compainion. "He is...I mean was, a great guy. He always listened when I talked, and the way he'd hold me...Oh..." Her eyes glossed over with tears, and a few of them slid down her cheeks. "I never thought we'd be apart, but now....I just don't even want to see him again" She blathered on, her innocent tears of pain still continuing on down her face until they dripped off onto her nightgown. Then looking over at Vegeta's raised eyebrows, she realized she was blabbing on, and had utterly lost his attention. "Sorry, you don't want to hear me talk about Yamcha, you probably don't understand what I'm talking about anyway, do you?"
Grunting, Vegeta picked up the container of ice cream sitting next to her and shoveled a large bite in his mouth. It was fortunate she had brought food up there with her, seeing as he was positively starving from his day of training. It was true, he didn't understand what she was talking about. How could someone hold or touch someone different than anyone else? What did it matter if they did anyway? Pitiful humans with their useless emotions. Yet, somehow he felt that her words did mean something to him, but he put it aside.
"I'm sorry..." She apologized again, pausing to see if he was going to respond. He didn't so she decided to answer for him. "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm apologizing?"
"No." He replied, shoveling another spoonful of the milky stuff down his throat.
"Well I'm going to tell you anyway." She said, watching him roll his eyes his cheeks stuffed with food. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. You were only trying to help and I blew up at you. I just...didn't really want to see anyone right then.I expecially didn't want any unprecidented kindnsess. Do you forgive me?" Bulma asked, laying a hand on his arm gingerly, as if she expected to bite if off or something.
Vegeta looked down at her warm hand resting on the arm of his blue jumpsuit, then back up a the owner of the appendage. What was she doing? And why did it send shivers up his spine? "Whatever." He responded, trying not to get lost in her shiny blue eyes.
"Thanks. You know, you really do mean a lot to me Vegeta. Even though you are a stubborn, arrogant and selfish baka." She declared, a grin breaking out on her face for the first time in two days.
He meant something to him? He meant a lot to her? What was she trying to say to him? Whatever it was the message was blurred in his mind, and he couldn't quite decript the mixed signals she was sending. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he shook her hand off of him. "Whatever. Just as long as I get to use the gravity macine, and eat your food." He grunted, taking another giant bite of ice cream, and then handing the carton to her as he stood up.
Deciding to be daring, Bulma went over and sat next to Vegeta on the roof. She secretly wondered if he just went up there to get away from her, or if he just liked the stars. "I am still mad at you, just to let you know, and I'm sure you're mad at me, but that doesn't mean we can't talk." She said softly, playing with the lace at the end of her short nightdress.
"Hmph. Who wants to talk?" He responded, staring up at the moon, almost wishing he could become a giant Ozaru again, just to make her go away.
Sighing, Bulma came to the conclusion that it was time to pour her feelings out to someone, even if it was Vegeta, and he didn't care. "I do." She whispered, tears welling up again.
Oh boy. Here it came, that horrible noise that made Vegeta ache in parts he didn't know he had, let alone knew could hurt. She was going to cry for the nine hundreth time today, and now he was in direct earshot, and had nowhere to go. "Don't cry!" He said sharply, more cruely than he intended, but anything to make her stop. "You've cried all day, don't you think that's enough already? Kami you humans are weak."
"Oh shut up Vegeta!" She shouted, turning towards him, her body shaking. "You're just as emotional as the rest of us, but you're too wrapped up in yourself to even notice that you are just as human as I am, but don't want to realize it."
Scoffing, the prince turned towards the shaking woman. "I will not be spoken to that way! I am the Prince of the Saiyans, and you're just some little gutter trash woman who has too many emotions !" He shouted back, his retort which was meant to be cutting and cunning, not coming out anywhere near either of them.
"So what if you're the Prince of Saiyans? I wouldn't give a damn if you were Kami himself. You're still a stuck up, arrogant bastard who doesn't have one shred of compassion. You care only about yourself!" She screamed, then colapsed her face into her arms, dropping the carton of ice cream she was holding, and sobbing.
Growling, Vegeta got to his feet. This was too much for him, he woudln't be shouted at by her, and then have her crying crocodile tears as if he was doing something wrong. He was just about to blast off, when he felt his arm being touched.
Bulma was now off her feet, but her crying hadn't stopped. "Please....don't leave." She begged, tears streaming down her face, and trembling terribly. "I'm...I'm sorry." She said, her heart just aching, and yearning for someone to reach out to her, even if it was Vegeta.
Vegeta shivered at her touch, she was so frightfully cold and was shaking so profusely. Most of him said that he should just keep on going and let her fall victim to her own bitchyness, but that stupid little compassionate part wondered at how she looked so lovely when she was crying, and told him to help her. He would never regret helping her. No matter how many times he did it, he would never feel bad about it. So he gave in. "Fine."
"Thank you.." She said, letting out a sob, then wiping away her tears with a sleve. "I just need someone to talk to, even if you don't care. Which I know you don't, but will you please just hear me out?" She pleaded, her blue eyes shining with tears and pain.
Sighing, Vegeta gave in. Just this once, he told himself as he sat down again, staring away from her at the intricate paneling of the roof. "Fine, but don't expect me to say anything." He growled, trying not to make eye contact, for fear she would see that he really did care about what she said, and only wanted to make it better.
"I don't." She said simply, then took a breath, trying to collect her thoughts into a sentance that could actually be understood in some form or another. "I just miss Yamcha.." She murmured, trying to hold her burning emotion back.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He would never understand why she was so obsessed with that weakling. What could he possibly offer her? Why did humans seek constant companionship? "Hmph. Why would you miss that pathetic earthling?" He asked coldly, letting one eye wander over to her face.
"He's not pathetic!" She shouted, surprising both herself and her spiky haired compainion. "He is...I mean was, a great guy. He always listened when I talked, and the way he'd hold me...Oh..." Her eyes glossed over with tears, and a few of them slid down her cheeks. "I never thought we'd be apart, but now....I just don't even want to see him again" She blathered on, her innocent tears of pain still continuing on down her face until they dripped off onto her nightgown. Then looking over at Vegeta's raised eyebrows, she realized she was blabbing on, and had utterly lost his attention. "Sorry, you don't want to hear me talk about Yamcha, you probably don't understand what I'm talking about anyway, do you?"
Grunting, Vegeta picked up the container of ice cream sitting next to her and shoveled a large bite in his mouth. It was fortunate she had brought food up there with her, seeing as he was positively starving from his day of training. It was true, he didn't understand what she was talking about. How could someone hold or touch someone different than anyone else? What did it matter if they did anyway? Pitiful humans with their useless emotions. Yet, somehow he felt that her words did mean something to him, but he put it aside.
"I'm sorry..." She apologized again, pausing to see if he was going to respond. He didn't so she decided to answer for him. "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm apologizing?"
"No." He replied, shoveling another spoonful of the milky stuff down his throat.
"Well I'm going to tell you anyway." She said, watching him roll his eyes his cheeks stuffed with food. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. You were only trying to help and I blew up at you. I just...didn't really want to see anyone right then.I expecially didn't want any unprecidented kindnsess. Do you forgive me?" Bulma asked, laying a hand on his arm gingerly, as if she expected to bite if off or something.
Vegeta looked down at her warm hand resting on the arm of his blue jumpsuit, then back up a the owner of the appendage. What was she doing? And why did it send shivers up his spine? "Whatever." He responded, trying not to get lost in her shiny blue eyes.
"Thanks. You know, you really do mean a lot to me Vegeta. Even though you are a stubborn, arrogant and selfish baka." She declared, a grin breaking out on her face for the first time in two days.
He meant something to him? He meant a lot to her? What was she trying to say to him? Whatever it was the message was blurred in his mind, and he couldn't quite decript the mixed signals she was sending. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he shook her hand off of him. "Whatever. Just as long as I get to use the gravity macine, and eat your food." He grunted, taking another giant bite of ice cream, and then handing the carton to her as he stood up.