Taking the cardboard container with both hands, Bulma looked up at the
proud Saiyan. "Where are you going?" She asked, just out of curiousity,
staring up into his dark clouded eyes.
"To train." He answered briefly, noticing that she was now staring back at him. That same shiver that had run down his spine when she first touched his arm returned as their gazes locked. He really didn't care about training, he just wanted to get away from her before he did something irrational and uncharacteristaically compassionate. Giving her one more look, he flew off the roof and around the front of the house.
Sighing, Bulma shook her head. Why was she staring at him like that? He just looked so calm beneath the moonlight, so serene. He didn't even say one mean thing to her the entire time they were up there. He just listened. Not the way Yamcha did, but he listened.
Why was she comparing him to Yamcha? She wasn't even interested in Vegeta, was she? Of course not. She was just lonely and looking for some male companionship beyond that of the cat. Vegeta being the only man in the house was an obious candidate. That was it. She was just lonely and looking for someone to bounce her emotions off of. That was it.
Looking down into the carton in her lap, Bulma expected to see nothing at all, and was about to just toss it off the roof effortlessly, when she witnessed something she didn't expect. In the corner of the box was a little lump of ice cream. He had left some for her. Usually Vegeta tore through the little boxes like they were nothing at all and rarely left even a drop of melted cream, but this time, there was a substancial mound left. How sweet of him...
Bulma smiled, and scooped the last bite into her mouth. Somehow it tasted sweeter than the other three bites she had that night, but then again, maybe it was just her. It probably was. "Good night Vegeta." She murmered, as she began to climb off the roof. She knew he coudln't hear her, and pondered why she was doing something so incredibly stupid.
But he did. Somewhere in his heart Vegeta heard her wishes for him, and smiled a little. He turned the gravity up a little, feeling a new strength. He knew something had happened that night, but he wasn't sure what. It made him a little uneasy though. His power was being challenged. The power over himself.
Part 2: Confrontation
The morning was a bright one, and the sun washed through the windows, overpowering the fierce darkness. Vegeta squinted in the small gravity room. Stupid Bulma installing a window into this thing. He went into the gravity room to get away from the light, to excape the world, he didn't need the constant reminder that there was an entire universe right outside his door.
Soon the bright sun became so much that he couldn't even consentrate on being the training robots without shielding his eyes. Being so distracted by the blaring morning light, Vegeta lost his focus and the training robot got the better of him. Two sharp punches to the ribcage was all it took to get Vegeta smashed back up against the wall.
Damn robot...He was going to show that heap of garbage what he was made of. His aura flaring red, he powered up a red ball of energy in his left hand. A small smirk crossed his face just before he fired it, blowing the robot to smitereens. Unfortunately, his blast was a little too strong and it blasted out the entire left side of the gravity room. Vegeta shielded his face with an arm as the explosion cleared the rest of the chamber.
After the dust cleared, Vegeta saw the true effects of his anger. A giant crater was all that remained of the left wall. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, and then shrugged. Bulma would fix it at his request. But he would have to find something to do with himself until she woke up.
As if on cue the doorbell rang, causing Vegeta to jump a little. Who could be ringing their door this early? Why didn't Bulma wake up? Hesitating, the Saiyan made his way towards the door. I had been a long time since he'd actually opened the huge Capsule Corp. door. The last time he had was on Halloween, just to have some bratty kids flash raspberry's in his face. This time he doubted it was a bunch of whiny brats looking for candy.
Pausing for only another second, he reached out and hauled open the giant door. There before him stood a rather surprised Yamcha, staring him right in the face. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, and considered slamming the door in the bastards face, when the "bastard" spoke.
"Vegeta?! What are you doing here?" Yamcha cried, so overcome by astonisment he couldn't even think rationally.
Scowling, Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, making a point of standing right in the doorway. "I live here you moron." He growled, glaring at the man in front of him.
Yamcha was beyond amazement at this point. He had expected Bulma to answer the door, and then come running into his waiting arms. Instead he found the face of Vegeta glowering at him disaprovingly. An unexplainable anger swept over Yamcha at the reminder that this pigheaded Prince actually got to see Bulma every day. Kami only knew what they had done together. "Move..." He muttered, lowering his brow as well.
Now that this was turning into a staring match of sorts, Vegeta stepped even more into Yamcha's path. No puny earthling was going to match wits with Vegeta and expect to win. He remained silent, but stood clearly in the path of the earth man who was getting more and more irritated by the minute.
"Where's Bulma?" He growled, peering around the Saiyan to the hallway he knew led to her room. Vegeta was being an ass, and all he wanted to do was apologize and maybe get Bulma to be with him again. He didn't need this agravation.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, bringing his eyebrows down so far they almost touched. He knew that at some point the earth man was going to involve the woman locked up in her room. How dare he ask to see her? He had just destroyed the poor woman's heart and now he wasnted to suck up and pretend to make it all better, just like he always did. Bastard...
"She doesn't want to see you." He responded darkly, clenching his fists at his sides, but making no move.
"What the hell are you talking about, spiky?! Of course she wants to see me! I'm her boyfriend!"
Vegeta laughed abruptly, and sharply, his mouth twisted into a simple smirk. "Not anymore." He said softly, watching Yamcha's face contort with rage.
"Oh I get it!" He shouted, clasping Vegeta's collar with a fist, while the Saiyan didn't even bother blinking. "You wanted us to break up so you could catch Bulma on the rebound! Well sorry to tell you this monkey boy but she's mine! Just because I screw up once doesn't mean we're through. No such luck."
Snickering again, the Saiyan looked down at the little earth boy's hand that was crasping onto his shirt so hard his knuckles were white. How horribly pathetic. "Oh really? The way I understand your relationship it's always you that screws up. Honestly, the way you drag that woman around, you'd think she was your pet or something."
The room fell silent. Vegeta had just defended a human, and a human that he fought with every single day no less! A small gasp came from the corner and both men looked up to see Bulma standing in the corner. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from all the crying she had done, and she was looking at Vegeta as if her jaw was about to come unhinged.
"Bulma!" Yamcha cried, still not releasing his grip on Vegeta's collar.
The Saiyan Prince looked up with a rather defeated look in his eyes. He just publically destroyed his pride, but for the first time ever, he didn't care. He just looked out at that beautiful woman standing in the doorway, and felt his heart melting.
"Let him go, Yamcha!" She cried, taking a few steps towards them, her eyes shining with newly sprung tears.
The earthling looked from Vegeta's stupid smile to Bulma's shining eyes, and discovered something that made him want to destroy that damn Saiyan more than he had ever wanted to destroy anything in the history in his existence. "You bastard!" He screamed, shoving Vegeta into the wall with all his might, which actually hurt the Saiyan very little but left a large imprint.
"Vegeta, no!" Bulma cried, rushing over to throw the man off, but was stopped as she heard what he said next.
"YOU!" Yamcha howled, watching Vegeta's brow furrow. "You planned this all along! You can't have her you hear!? She's mine! Why would she want someone like you?! All you ever do is destroy anything and everything you get your hands on!"
Her eyes filling up with tears, Bulma rushed forward and attempted to pull Yamcha off of the prince. "Yamcha! Get off him you jerk! How dare you say that!"
"To train." He answered briefly, noticing that she was now staring back at him. That same shiver that had run down his spine when she first touched his arm returned as their gazes locked. He really didn't care about training, he just wanted to get away from her before he did something irrational and uncharacteristaically compassionate. Giving her one more look, he flew off the roof and around the front of the house.
Sighing, Bulma shook her head. Why was she staring at him like that? He just looked so calm beneath the moonlight, so serene. He didn't even say one mean thing to her the entire time they were up there. He just listened. Not the way Yamcha did, but he listened.
Why was she comparing him to Yamcha? She wasn't even interested in Vegeta, was she? Of course not. She was just lonely and looking for some male companionship beyond that of the cat. Vegeta being the only man in the house was an obious candidate. That was it. She was just lonely and looking for someone to bounce her emotions off of. That was it.
Looking down into the carton in her lap, Bulma expected to see nothing at all, and was about to just toss it off the roof effortlessly, when she witnessed something she didn't expect. In the corner of the box was a little lump of ice cream. He had left some for her. Usually Vegeta tore through the little boxes like they were nothing at all and rarely left even a drop of melted cream, but this time, there was a substancial mound left. How sweet of him...
Bulma smiled, and scooped the last bite into her mouth. Somehow it tasted sweeter than the other three bites she had that night, but then again, maybe it was just her. It probably was. "Good night Vegeta." She murmered, as she began to climb off the roof. She knew he coudln't hear her, and pondered why she was doing something so incredibly stupid.
But he did. Somewhere in his heart Vegeta heard her wishes for him, and smiled a little. He turned the gravity up a little, feeling a new strength. He knew something had happened that night, but he wasn't sure what. It made him a little uneasy though. His power was being challenged. The power over himself.
Part 2: Confrontation
The morning was a bright one, and the sun washed through the windows, overpowering the fierce darkness. Vegeta squinted in the small gravity room. Stupid Bulma installing a window into this thing. He went into the gravity room to get away from the light, to excape the world, he didn't need the constant reminder that there was an entire universe right outside his door.
Soon the bright sun became so much that he couldn't even consentrate on being the training robots without shielding his eyes. Being so distracted by the blaring morning light, Vegeta lost his focus and the training robot got the better of him. Two sharp punches to the ribcage was all it took to get Vegeta smashed back up against the wall.
Damn robot...He was going to show that heap of garbage what he was made of. His aura flaring red, he powered up a red ball of energy in his left hand. A small smirk crossed his face just before he fired it, blowing the robot to smitereens. Unfortunately, his blast was a little too strong and it blasted out the entire left side of the gravity room. Vegeta shielded his face with an arm as the explosion cleared the rest of the chamber.
After the dust cleared, Vegeta saw the true effects of his anger. A giant crater was all that remained of the left wall. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, and then shrugged. Bulma would fix it at his request. But he would have to find something to do with himself until she woke up.
As if on cue the doorbell rang, causing Vegeta to jump a little. Who could be ringing their door this early? Why didn't Bulma wake up? Hesitating, the Saiyan made his way towards the door. I had been a long time since he'd actually opened the huge Capsule Corp. door. The last time he had was on Halloween, just to have some bratty kids flash raspberry's in his face. This time he doubted it was a bunch of whiny brats looking for candy.
Pausing for only another second, he reached out and hauled open the giant door. There before him stood a rather surprised Yamcha, staring him right in the face. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, and considered slamming the door in the bastards face, when the "bastard" spoke.
"Vegeta?! What are you doing here?" Yamcha cried, so overcome by astonisment he couldn't even think rationally.
Scowling, Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, making a point of standing right in the doorway. "I live here you moron." He growled, glaring at the man in front of him.
Yamcha was beyond amazement at this point. He had expected Bulma to answer the door, and then come running into his waiting arms. Instead he found the face of Vegeta glowering at him disaprovingly. An unexplainable anger swept over Yamcha at the reminder that this pigheaded Prince actually got to see Bulma every day. Kami only knew what they had done together. "Move..." He muttered, lowering his brow as well.
Now that this was turning into a staring match of sorts, Vegeta stepped even more into Yamcha's path. No puny earthling was going to match wits with Vegeta and expect to win. He remained silent, but stood clearly in the path of the earth man who was getting more and more irritated by the minute.
"Where's Bulma?" He growled, peering around the Saiyan to the hallway he knew led to her room. Vegeta was being an ass, and all he wanted to do was apologize and maybe get Bulma to be with him again. He didn't need this agravation.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, bringing his eyebrows down so far they almost touched. He knew that at some point the earth man was going to involve the woman locked up in her room. How dare he ask to see her? He had just destroyed the poor woman's heart and now he wasnted to suck up and pretend to make it all better, just like he always did. Bastard...
"She doesn't want to see you." He responded darkly, clenching his fists at his sides, but making no move.
"What the hell are you talking about, spiky?! Of course she wants to see me! I'm her boyfriend!"
Vegeta laughed abruptly, and sharply, his mouth twisted into a simple smirk. "Not anymore." He said softly, watching Yamcha's face contort with rage.
"Oh I get it!" He shouted, clasping Vegeta's collar with a fist, while the Saiyan didn't even bother blinking. "You wanted us to break up so you could catch Bulma on the rebound! Well sorry to tell you this monkey boy but she's mine! Just because I screw up once doesn't mean we're through. No such luck."
Snickering again, the Saiyan looked down at the little earth boy's hand that was crasping onto his shirt so hard his knuckles were white. How horribly pathetic. "Oh really? The way I understand your relationship it's always you that screws up. Honestly, the way you drag that woman around, you'd think she was your pet or something."
The room fell silent. Vegeta had just defended a human, and a human that he fought with every single day no less! A small gasp came from the corner and both men looked up to see Bulma standing in the corner. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy from all the crying she had done, and she was looking at Vegeta as if her jaw was about to come unhinged.
"Bulma!" Yamcha cried, still not releasing his grip on Vegeta's collar.
The Saiyan Prince looked up with a rather defeated look in his eyes. He just publically destroyed his pride, but for the first time ever, he didn't care. He just looked out at that beautiful woman standing in the doorway, and felt his heart melting.
"Let him go, Yamcha!" She cried, taking a few steps towards them, her eyes shining with newly sprung tears.
The earthling looked from Vegeta's stupid smile to Bulma's shining eyes, and discovered something that made him want to destroy that damn Saiyan more than he had ever wanted to destroy anything in the history in his existence. "You bastard!" He screamed, shoving Vegeta into the wall with all his might, which actually hurt the Saiyan very little but left a large imprint.
"Vegeta, no!" Bulma cried, rushing over to throw the man off, but was stopped as she heard what he said next.
"YOU!" Yamcha howled, watching Vegeta's brow furrow. "You planned this all along! You can't have her you hear!? She's mine! Why would she want someone like you?! All you ever do is destroy anything and everything you get your hands on!"
Her eyes filling up with tears, Bulma rushed forward and attempted to pull Yamcha off of the prince. "Yamcha! Get off him you jerk! How dare you say that!"