So enraptrued in his own rage, Yamcha raised a hand back and pushed her,
hard. More than surprised by his reaction, Bulma flew backwards over the
coffee table and landed with a thunk on the ground.
"Bulma!" Both men screamed at once, Yamcha finally realizing what he had done to her and feeling absolutely rancid about his anger. While Vegeta seethed with rage. Insulting the prince of all Saiyans was pushing it, but then pushing an innocent woman. That was going too far.
Using all the strength he had left in his body and soul, Vegeta punched Yamcha in the face, hearing the faithfull crack as his jawbone snapped in two. He then proceeded to punch him continually in the stomach, so hard that the man began coughing up blood.
Yamcha was so stunned by what happened in the past few minutes, that the fact that he was getting the snot beat out of him didn't even register in his mind until Vegeta snapped one of his ribs. Letting out a cry of pain, he slammed his fists down on the man's back.
Now the battle was full fledged, and the two were flying around the house tearing each other to bits, and the decor of the living room. Both men fought violently, but Vegeta seemed to be having the edge. He had been training long and hard, without food or sleep, while Yamcha had to give in to his human limitations. Yamcha, however, had the inginuity to use household objects to his advantage. It took a few good blows to the head with a candlestick before the Saiyan relalized that they were tearing Bulma's house apart, and this could continue elsewhere. It was a rather uncharacteristic maturity had settled in ever since he had spoken up for the woman he cared about, and he was intending not to let the moment slip away.
Taking Yamcha by the ponytail, Vegeta kicked the door off it's hinges and threw the human out into the night. He stood on the stoop for a moment, panting, then let a ki blast fly out of his hand which fried Yamcha rather considerably. "Dont' you ever come back here, or so help me I'll finish you off.." He warned, spitting blood onto the grass. That said, he turned around and stalked back into the house.
Hearing Yamcha curse loudly, then a groan as he attempted to move down the street, Vegeta figured that was the last he would be seeing of him. He picked up the door and fitted it back on the hinges. That was undoubtedly the best training he had gotten since...well a long time. He could have killed him, he should have killed the earthling, but something stopped him. Bulma's words echoed through his mind, "You only care about yourself!" And that halted him immediately.
Bulma! He had almost forgotten about her. Practically leaping over the table, he found her wound into a heap, shuddering, but with no apparent sign of consiousness. He bent down to pick her up, and found that next to her left eye there was a small pool of blood that was forming. Gathering her limp form in his arms he saw that there was a good sized gash just to the right of her left temple that was bleeding significantly.
"I'll kill him.." Vegeta murmured making a course for the woman's room.
This was the first time he could ever remember caring about the welfare of another being. He actually let his feelings show too. Laying Bulma down on her bed, he wondered what the HFIL was wrong with him? This lack of self restraint was allarming him beyond conception. Why couldn't he control his feelings for this woman? She was just so....powerful...It made him uncomfortable to know that just her very presence could make him do things he would never even think of doing.
Maybe he could just kill her. Make it all go away. He would be just as in control of his own "emotions" as he had been a month ago, and he would no longer have to worry about the look in her eyes. Or the way she smiled. They would be gone. Forever....No, he couldn't do it. He didn't know why but he couldn't.
"Damn woman.." He muttered, sitting on the floor. "Damn beautiful woman.." Chapter 6: No Stopping the Heart
The night was dark, and the musky light was intoxicating. Vegeta looked up from his position on the floor. He had been sitting there the whole night, and Bulma hadn't even stirred once. The Saiyan managed to nurse his own wounds to a degree, and had put a large ugly bandage over the woman's head. Now he just sat there, staring at her, trying to work out his own feelings. It was so incredibly sad. The great almighty Lord of the Saiyan-jinn's letting his mind be governed by a weak earth woman. Pitiful...just pitiful...
His rear end was beggining to hurt, and the smell of the carpet was making his nose burn, so Vegeta sufficed to sit on the bed next to the woman. Up close she was even more lovely than she was from the floor. Smaking himself in the head, Vegeta cursed. Stupid woman! It was all her fault.
In her sleep, Bulma stirred, making a soft whispering noise. The prince jerked his head over to her immediately, and watched her crunch her knees up to her chest, rustling her robe around. He raised an eyebrow as the fold of the blue cloth slipped down a little revealing the rather attractive curve of her body.
Vegeta stared. She was amazing. Even though he could just barely see anything he was already extreemly "intruiged". "Kami.." He murmered. Then he outsteched his hand to touch her, he had been longing to do so since he first looked at her. Of course his motives were significantly different back then, and he assumed that once the earth was in his grasp he would use this Bulma woman to breed a whole new race of Saiyans to inhabit the world. Now all he wanted to do was just touch one inch of her beautiful skin.
"Pervert.." She whispered in her sleep, then blinked her eyes a little.
Incredibly surprised, Vegeta yanked his hand away and nearly topped off the bed his recoil was so quick.
Slowly her bright blue eyes opened, and she stared at the man sitting next to her, who looked a little ruffled. "Vegeta.."
Realizing he had let his guard down, the prince speedily regained his composure and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're finally awake." He grunted.
Groaning, and touching her forehead, Bulma sat up. Her temple was burning like fire, and the last thing she remembered was about how it got hurt. "Yamcha.." She murmured, looking around frantically. "Where is Yamcha?"
Vegeta grunted, and hoisted himself off the bed. "I threw him outside. Not before doing a great deal of damage to him, of course." He said rather proudly, expecting Bulma to agree with his view.
"You what!? You fought him!" Bulma shouted, attempting to leap off the bed, but her head hurting so much the only thing she could do was just lean forward a little bit. Getting nothing but silence, she turned away tears stinging in her eyes. "I can't believe you...How could you do that? He didn't mean to hurt me, he was only coming by to make ammends."
"No he wasn't!" Vegeta roared, whirling around right in Bulma's face. "He was coming by to suck up like he always does just to get you back in his arms so he can feel whole. He doesn't care about you in the least. He will never be faithfull to you and it's foolish to keep telling yourself that he will!"
Bulma drew back a little bit. There was a fire in Vegeta she didn't think she had ever seen before. Why did he suddenly care so much about her welfare? Vegeta had always let her make her own mistakes in the past and never said more than two words about it. Now he was telling her who she should trust and who she shouldn't. He had no right, he had absolutely no right at all! Who did he think he was telling her that Yamcha was no good! What a-
"He would...never give his life for you..." Vegeta said a little more softly than before, turning his back to the woman.
Tears fell down her cheeks at that stament. The compassion that she heard in the gruff Saiyan's voice warmed her heart. "And...and you would?" She asked quietly, watching the muscles in Vegeta's back tense up with nervousness.
"That's not what I meant!" He barked, his back still turned so she couldn't see the look on his face.
Standing up slowly, Bulma layed a hand on the Prince's shoulder. Her touch was so soft and delicate, Vegeta thought he might break it if he so much as breathed wrong. "I think you did. I think that's what you meant. At least...that's what I hope you meant."
Vegeta raised his eyebrows, and turned around to meet her gaze. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, making her blue eyes shine. With a hand he reached down and wiped a few droplets off her face. "I-I've never felt like this.." He murmured, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Me neither."
"Do you..think...maybe?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Good." With that short but very loving conversation the Prince leaned down and kissed her. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and they stayed that way for a good while. The kiss was unlike any either of them had ever felt. So much love and passion radiated through one little moment in time.
When they parted, Vegeta smiled, and it was the most wonderful thing Bulma had ever seen. His smile was not the wicked smirk that usually brushed across his face, but a smile of true happiness. Of bliss.
"I love you." She whispered. "I think I always have."
Smiling, Vegeta hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear. "I love you too, you damn woman."
And thus began one of the most loving and caring relationships ever known.
The end?
"Bulma!" Both men screamed at once, Yamcha finally realizing what he had done to her and feeling absolutely rancid about his anger. While Vegeta seethed with rage. Insulting the prince of all Saiyans was pushing it, but then pushing an innocent woman. That was going too far.
Using all the strength he had left in his body and soul, Vegeta punched Yamcha in the face, hearing the faithfull crack as his jawbone snapped in two. He then proceeded to punch him continually in the stomach, so hard that the man began coughing up blood.
Yamcha was so stunned by what happened in the past few minutes, that the fact that he was getting the snot beat out of him didn't even register in his mind until Vegeta snapped one of his ribs. Letting out a cry of pain, he slammed his fists down on the man's back.
Now the battle was full fledged, and the two were flying around the house tearing each other to bits, and the decor of the living room. Both men fought violently, but Vegeta seemed to be having the edge. He had been training long and hard, without food or sleep, while Yamcha had to give in to his human limitations. Yamcha, however, had the inginuity to use household objects to his advantage. It took a few good blows to the head with a candlestick before the Saiyan relalized that they were tearing Bulma's house apart, and this could continue elsewhere. It was a rather uncharacteristic maturity had settled in ever since he had spoken up for the woman he cared about, and he was intending not to let the moment slip away.
Taking Yamcha by the ponytail, Vegeta kicked the door off it's hinges and threw the human out into the night. He stood on the stoop for a moment, panting, then let a ki blast fly out of his hand which fried Yamcha rather considerably. "Dont' you ever come back here, or so help me I'll finish you off.." He warned, spitting blood onto the grass. That said, he turned around and stalked back into the house.
Hearing Yamcha curse loudly, then a groan as he attempted to move down the street, Vegeta figured that was the last he would be seeing of him. He picked up the door and fitted it back on the hinges. That was undoubtedly the best training he had gotten since...well a long time. He could have killed him, he should have killed the earthling, but something stopped him. Bulma's words echoed through his mind, "You only care about yourself!" And that halted him immediately.
Bulma! He had almost forgotten about her. Practically leaping over the table, he found her wound into a heap, shuddering, but with no apparent sign of consiousness. He bent down to pick her up, and found that next to her left eye there was a small pool of blood that was forming. Gathering her limp form in his arms he saw that there was a good sized gash just to the right of her left temple that was bleeding significantly.
"I'll kill him.." Vegeta murmured making a course for the woman's room.
This was the first time he could ever remember caring about the welfare of another being. He actually let his feelings show too. Laying Bulma down on her bed, he wondered what the HFIL was wrong with him? This lack of self restraint was allarming him beyond conception. Why couldn't he control his feelings for this woman? She was just so....powerful...It made him uncomfortable to know that just her very presence could make him do things he would never even think of doing.
Maybe he could just kill her. Make it all go away. He would be just as in control of his own "emotions" as he had been a month ago, and he would no longer have to worry about the look in her eyes. Or the way she smiled. They would be gone. Forever....No, he couldn't do it. He didn't know why but he couldn't.
"Damn woman.." He muttered, sitting on the floor. "Damn beautiful woman.." Chapter 6: No Stopping the Heart
The night was dark, and the musky light was intoxicating. Vegeta looked up from his position on the floor. He had been sitting there the whole night, and Bulma hadn't even stirred once. The Saiyan managed to nurse his own wounds to a degree, and had put a large ugly bandage over the woman's head. Now he just sat there, staring at her, trying to work out his own feelings. It was so incredibly sad. The great almighty Lord of the Saiyan-jinn's letting his mind be governed by a weak earth woman. Pitiful...just pitiful...
His rear end was beggining to hurt, and the smell of the carpet was making his nose burn, so Vegeta sufficed to sit on the bed next to the woman. Up close she was even more lovely than she was from the floor. Smaking himself in the head, Vegeta cursed. Stupid woman! It was all her fault.
In her sleep, Bulma stirred, making a soft whispering noise. The prince jerked his head over to her immediately, and watched her crunch her knees up to her chest, rustling her robe around. He raised an eyebrow as the fold of the blue cloth slipped down a little revealing the rather attractive curve of her body.
Vegeta stared. She was amazing. Even though he could just barely see anything he was already extreemly "intruiged". "Kami.." He murmered. Then he outsteched his hand to touch her, he had been longing to do so since he first looked at her. Of course his motives were significantly different back then, and he assumed that once the earth was in his grasp he would use this Bulma woman to breed a whole new race of Saiyans to inhabit the world. Now all he wanted to do was just touch one inch of her beautiful skin.
"Pervert.." She whispered in her sleep, then blinked her eyes a little.
Incredibly surprised, Vegeta yanked his hand away and nearly topped off the bed his recoil was so quick.
Slowly her bright blue eyes opened, and she stared at the man sitting next to her, who looked a little ruffled. "Vegeta.."
Realizing he had let his guard down, the prince speedily regained his composure and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're finally awake." He grunted.
Groaning, and touching her forehead, Bulma sat up. Her temple was burning like fire, and the last thing she remembered was about how it got hurt. "Yamcha.." She murmured, looking around frantically. "Where is Yamcha?"
Vegeta grunted, and hoisted himself off the bed. "I threw him outside. Not before doing a great deal of damage to him, of course." He said rather proudly, expecting Bulma to agree with his view.
"You what!? You fought him!" Bulma shouted, attempting to leap off the bed, but her head hurting so much the only thing she could do was just lean forward a little bit. Getting nothing but silence, she turned away tears stinging in her eyes. "I can't believe you...How could you do that? He didn't mean to hurt me, he was only coming by to make ammends."
"No he wasn't!" Vegeta roared, whirling around right in Bulma's face. "He was coming by to suck up like he always does just to get you back in his arms so he can feel whole. He doesn't care about you in the least. He will never be faithfull to you and it's foolish to keep telling yourself that he will!"
Bulma drew back a little bit. There was a fire in Vegeta she didn't think she had ever seen before. Why did he suddenly care so much about her welfare? Vegeta had always let her make her own mistakes in the past and never said more than two words about it. Now he was telling her who she should trust and who she shouldn't. He had no right, he had absolutely no right at all! Who did he think he was telling her that Yamcha was no good! What a-
"He would...never give his life for you..." Vegeta said a little more softly than before, turning his back to the woman.
Tears fell down her cheeks at that stament. The compassion that she heard in the gruff Saiyan's voice warmed her heart. "And...and you would?" She asked quietly, watching the muscles in Vegeta's back tense up with nervousness.
"That's not what I meant!" He barked, his back still turned so she couldn't see the look on his face.
Standing up slowly, Bulma layed a hand on the Prince's shoulder. Her touch was so soft and delicate, Vegeta thought he might break it if he so much as breathed wrong. "I think you did. I think that's what you meant. At least...that's what I hope you meant."
Vegeta raised his eyebrows, and turned around to meet her gaze. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, making her blue eyes shine. With a hand he reached down and wiped a few droplets off her face. "I-I've never felt like this.." He murmured, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Me neither."
"Do you..think...maybe?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Good." With that short but very loving conversation the Prince leaned down and kissed her. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and they stayed that way for a good while. The kiss was unlike any either of them had ever felt. So much love and passion radiated through one little moment in time.
When they parted, Vegeta smiled, and it was the most wonderful thing Bulma had ever seen. His smile was not the wicked smirk that usually brushed across his face, but a smile of true happiness. Of bliss.
"I love you." She whispered. "I think I always have."
Smiling, Vegeta hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear. "I love you too, you damn woman."
And thus began one of the most loving and caring relationships ever known.
The end?