*Stares in shock at number of reviews* Kami...I broke 200....I never
thought I....THANK YOU REVIEWERS!!!! Ahem...*dusts self off in an attempt
to restore dignity, then grins sheepishly* ah, anyway...no, that wasn't the
date last chapter, I just called the chapter that to frustrate peepz I
guess, either that or I couldn't think of anything better to name it. I
forgot which...rejoice, dear readers, this is it, this is at long last the
anticipated hook-up chapter. Or is it? *Insane laughter* (From out of
nowhere appears Larky-chan, holding a very large mallet. Kit stops
laughing) Like I said before, I hope I do the mushy parts all right, and
I'm trying to avoid chiche's, although there are a lot. To answer a
question: Yes, Usagi IS in an alternate dimension, and she and Mamoru broke
up after having a (bad) fight. He didn't go after her because the senshi
couldn't afford to loose another fighter.
Disclaimer: (Sweatdrops) Is this even needed anymore? I own nothing. The End.
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 6
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"So Usagi, not to bother you, but you do know why were here, right?" Chi-Chi asked tactfully, folding her napkin across her lap. "What in the world happened to you?"
Usagi sighed and looked down at her plate, no longer hungry. She'd known this would come up. "Well...I guess I should begin by telling you all that this isn't my world. I'm pretty sure I'm from an alternate dimension. In my world, the only threats are...magical. Anyway, when I was fourteen I began to fight those threats, me and some friends of mine." She sighed again, trying very hard not to cry. "I'm not going to go into any detail about anything, but one day my enemies of the time captured me, and they ah..."
"Tortured you?" Bulma supplied carefully.
Usagi nodded. "Their leader would...send his magic into me every day. It hurt. A lot. Somehow though, I was able to control it. My body purified it, and turned it into that transformation you all saw."
Vegeta kept his eyes locked on her, interested.
"They had me for five years before I finally escaped." She finished. "I made a wish on that crystal I gave to the dragon and it sent me here."
"Wow, five years?" Goku dropped his chopsticks. "And you're still alive and...normal?"
"What's the point in escaping if I'm only going to dwell on it for the rest of my life?" She asked pointedly. Admiration almost slipped into Vegeta's expression. Usagi was a true warrior. She'd taken her enemy's worst and was still a sweet, perfect person.
Amazing.
Just then, twenty waiters and waitresses brought in the 2nd course of the meal. By the time they left, the conversation about Usagi's past had been, thankfully, dropped.
Usagi and Vegeta both reached for the basket of rolls at the same time and Usagi's heart lurched at as his fingers accidentally brushed hers. Wordlessly, he handed her a roll, then took the rest for himself. Only Bulma noticed this curtesy, or the respect in her former lover's eyes for the small blonde. She smiled to herself and wished the girl luck. She would need it.
"So, Vegeta..." Usagi began in her sweet, quiet voice.
The Saiyan prince's breath momentarily caught. To cover the lapse, he shot her a glare. "Are you attempting to start a conversation, onna?" He demanded.
She looked down at her plate. "I was only going to tell you that you look nice dressed up." She mumbled, then glared at him defiantly. "But forget it, I take it back. Who cares what a person is like on the outside if he doesn't even have the decency to pretend to be nice for five minutes."
She was silent for most of the rest of the meal.
When dessert was brought, Hercule finally got up the nerve to talk to Usagi. (She's sitting in between him and Vegeta.)
"Uh now, I've been wanting to tell you all night how beautiful you look." He began, sounding confident. If anything could be said for Hercule Satan, it would be that he loved himself.
Usagi blushed. "Thanks..."
"Yeah, I'm the champion of the world, did you know that? I'm real strong." He leaned so far back in his chair that he fell over. Quickly, he righted himself, laughing. "I meant to do that, it's a new move I'm working on. Did you ever hear about that time that I-"
Vegeta was literally using all his willpower and self control to not blast the annoying Hercule so far away no one would ever find him. It was even harder when, instead of shunning him like she should have, Usagi cheerfully began to talk with the aphro'ed man.
How dare that little fool presume to talk to her? He thought angrily. Kuso! Look at her, laughing. So perfect. She's mine, dammit! I won't let that idiot have her, she's mine!
Without even pausing to think about just what he was thinking, Vegeta stood, knocking over his chair. "I'm finished." He announced. "Let's go."
"Sit down!" Bulma hissed as he began to draw stares. "The Earth doesn't revolve around you, Vegeta! You can just wait patiently for everyone else. Don't you dare cause a scene in this nice restraunt!"
Scowling, Vegeta grabbed Usagi's arm and yanked her to her feet. "Let's go, onna." He growled.
"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped.
Usagi slowly looked over the group. Finally, she smiled. "It's ok, I was getting tired anyway." She said softly, trying to prevent the oncoming argument. It was hard to do that while being distracted by Vegeta's hand on her arm, but she managed anyway.
Vegeta smirked, seeing that he'd won, and began making his way to the door, pulling Usagi with him. He considered taking the airplane with him, to leave everyone else stranded at the restraunt, but the truth was that now that he had Usagi he didn't really care about pulling any mean tricks.
Effortlessly, he scooped Usagi up into his arms and took off flying, smirking when he heard her gasp of surprise. He was still angry, however, about her talking to Hercule.
"You have horrible taste." He said to her bitingly, at the same time enjoying the feel of her in his arms. He'd missed that since she'd become able to take herself up and down the stairs, no longer needing an "elevator."
"What's that mean?" She asked in annoyance.
"That fool Hercule. Flirting and carrying on with him."
"I wasn't flirting!" She protested, becoming angry. "He may be an ugly glory monger, but he's also a very nice man. It's none of your business who I make friends with, anyway."
"Feh, is that what you call it?" They were back at Capsuel Corp. Vegeta dropped Usagi on the ground, and stalked inside. The blonde girl, now angry and not willing to let him off that easy, followed him inside.
"I tried talking to you, remember? But you blew me off." She shouted as she followed him up the stairs. "What, you think that just because you're a prince and you look good that everyone's just gonna let you treat them however you want?" She continued to follow him as he went into his room, ignoring her. Usagi slammed the door after herself.
"What are you doing, onna?" Vegeta demanded, now amused.
"I'm not leaving until you apologize to me."
Vegeta smirked. "Well, I guess you won't be leaving then."
"What's your problem?" She screamed.
Vegeta's smirk grew and he began to laugh as he grabbed her shoulders. "My problem? You're my problem, onna." He growled as eh possessively claimed her lips with his own.
The moment their lips touched, Vegeta forgot that he was angry and only trying to scare her into leaving him alone. The moment she began to respond to his kiss he forgot that he'd ever been with a different mate. Usagi became his light, his entire world.
He let go of her shoulders to cup her face with his hands and both of her arms immediately went around him. With a sigh against his lips, Usagi pressed in closer to the embrace.
Before Vegeta knew it, she was in his arms, and he was carrying her to the bed as her graceful fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
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Some time later, Usagi found herself about to fall asleep in Vegeta's arms. She was utterly exhausted. With a small smile, she stretched a little, then let her fingers fondly trace over the muscles in Vegeta's abs.
It was funny. Back in her old life, before she had been captured by Zeke, whenever Mamoru had tried to get her to do what she had just done with Vegeta she would flat out refuse. Not even consider it. The thought had actually disgusted her. With Vegeta, however, she hadn't even hesitated, hadn't had a moment's second thought. It had just felt right.
She felt connected to the Saiyan prince now, as if they shared a soul.
She knew it wouldn't have been like that with Mamoru. It was so strange, on the outside Mamoru acted like the perfect boyfriend, but when no on was around to see him he was...well, he had scared her on more than one occasion.
Vegeta was just the opposite.
In public, when he knew others would see him, he was so mean, so hostile, Usagi had actually wondered a few times if she had been wrong and he was really evil. But when it had just been the two of them he had been...kind. He'd been so careful, too. Like Usagi was made of glass.
She lifted her head and glanced at Vegeta.
The Saiyan prince's eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, although she knew he wasn't asleep because he kept running his hands through her hair.
Perhaps sensing that she was watching him, he opened his beautiful, coal black eyes.
"What is it, onna?" He growled softly, a smile tugging on his mouth.
Usagi grinned and brushed her lips across his. "Nothing." She answered, laying her head back down on his chest. His arms tightened around her reflexively. "Good night, Vegeta."
He grunted in response.
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Vegeta awoke quickly, like he always did, just a few moments before dawn. Right when he was about to get up, however, he noted that something was very different that usual.
He glanced down at the small blonde girl in his arms. Usagi slept with a small smile on her face, her head on his shoulder and chest, and one of her hands resting on his ab muscles. One of her legs was entwined with his. A rare, real smile crossed his face as he watched her sleep.
He was such a fool.
He'd gone and mated with yet another Earth woman. Another girl who would stay with him for a short while and then leave him heartbroken. How many old lovers did this one have that could steal her back? If he killed them all, would there be a better chance of her staying with him forever?
Probably not.
The thought of another man with Usagi-his beautiful, perfect Usagi- made his blood boil. No one else deserved to lay hands on her.
She was his.
"Wake up, onna." He ordered, failing to get his voice as gruff as he would have preferred. Nevertheless, it still succeeded in waking her up. She sat up a little, and gave him a sleepy smile.
"Good morning." She mumbled happily, kissing him.
For a moment, he let her. Then he pushed her away, his thoughts distracting him from the attention she deserved. He had to ask. He wouldn't want his attention diverted from his new mate. But...what would it mean?
"Vegeta?" She questioned, looking at him quizzically.
"I have to ask you something."
"Ok." She said brightly.
"How many others have you been with?"
Usagi stared at him for a moment, there was something like betrayal in her expression. Slowly her eyes hardened. "So. That's it." She said, voice extremely cold. "I guess now I see what you really think of me." Somehow she managed to push her way out of his arms. "How dare you ask that?" She demanded, hastily throwing on clothes. "What happened-it was nothing to you, was it?"
Before the dazed Saiyan could answer she had stormed out of the room.
Vegeta sat unmoving for an hour afterwards, utterly and completely shocked by her outburst. What had he done wrong?
For once the intelligent prince had no idea.
He actually felt like crying. He'd lost two mates now-what did that say about him?
Pathetic. he thought in disgust.
Finally, Vegeta forced himself to get up. Unless Usagi had already blabbed it everywhere, as women were prone to do, no one knew what they had done, and no one knew that she had rejected him. He shouldn't let it bother him, he'd already let it happen once before with Bulma. He should just forget about Usagi.
Unfortunately for him, he couldn't.
How could one forget perfection?
Vegeta quickly dressed in his Saiyan armor and went down to breakfast. Hopefully no one would notice that he hadn't trained that morning.
Just about everyone currently living at Capsuel Corp. was already at the table, but Vegeta's semi-late arrival wasn't commented on. Before he could stop himself, Vegeta's eyes sought Usagi's.
Her plate was piled as highly as usual, except this time she was merely picking at it, a thoughtful look on her face. Throughout the meal, she didn't speak one word, and she didn't look up at all although Vegeta found himself desperately wanting her to. Finally, she pushed away her plate-the same one she'd had when breakfast had started-and left.
Vegeta didn't see her again for the rest of the day.
He tried to look for her, just to see her, but he couldn't find her. Finally he locked himself in the gravity room, set it on the highest level he's ever had it on, and began to train with more single-mindedness than he'd ever had when trying to become a Super Saiyan.
He didn't stop until he heard the door open and felt a familiar ki walk into the room.
Panting, Vegeta turned to face his son.
"What, boy?" He snarled.
The brave eight-year-old didn't flinch. "Mom sent me to tell you that dinner's ready." He answered, purposefully walking to the controls and turning off the gravity. "And she said that you have to come because you never ate any lunch."
Vaguely he remembered someone trying to get him to come out and eat earlier in the day, but he had been so caught up in his haze of training that he hadn't even paused. But to think that it was already time for dinner...
Vegeta lifted his chin and proudly stalked out of the room, despite the fact that he could already feel he had pushed himself too hard.
Dinner wasn't much different than breakfast had been. Because of his training, Vegeta ate ravenously, despite the fact that Usagi wasn't there. He wasn't the only one to notice her absence.
"Where's your blonde friend?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she set down another tray of food. "I made that dessert she liked so much."
Chibi Trunks shook his head. "I tried to find her, but I couldn't because she doesn't have any ki."
Vegeta snorted. "Who cares?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Bulma snapped. "I swear, you Saiyans have no manners!" She had always been put off by Vegeta's table manners, which was why he refused to correct them. When he was finished Vegeta left the table without a word to any of them. He went up the stairs slowly, visions of Usagi and the night before haunting him. It would have been so wonderful if it had lasted longer.
Instead of going strait to his room, Vegeta took a side trip to the shower. Going to his room, filled with memories as he was, would prove to painful at the moment.
He turned on the water as hot as it would go, and let it pound on his already aching muscles.
Kami, he already missed Usagi. Her smile, her kiss. Had he truly deserved her? Probably not. Definitely not. But he had loved her. Already he knew he loved her. Bulma was nothing. A fling. A mistake.
Usagi was the world.
Disgusted with his own thoughts, Vegeta got out of the shower and tied a towel around his waist. (drool)
His room was dark, as it should have been at this hour-with him not in it. However, the moment Vegeta stepped into it and closed the door he knew something wasn't right.
Quickly he switched on the light.
Usagi stood slowly from where she sat on the bed.
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To be continued
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Bring on the Rain
Chapter 6
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"So Usagi, not to bother you, but you do know why were here, right?" Chi-Chi asked tactfully, folding her napkin across her lap. "What in the world happened to you?"
Usagi sighed and looked down at her plate, no longer hungry. She'd known this would come up. "Well...I guess I should begin by telling you all that this isn't my world. I'm pretty sure I'm from an alternate dimension. In my world, the only threats are...magical. Anyway, when I was fourteen I began to fight those threats, me and some friends of mine." She sighed again, trying very hard not to cry. "I'm not going to go into any detail about anything, but one day my enemies of the time captured me, and they ah..."
"Tortured you?" Bulma supplied carefully.
Usagi nodded. "Their leader would...send his magic into me every day. It hurt. A lot. Somehow though, I was able to control it. My body purified it, and turned it into that transformation you all saw."
Vegeta kept his eyes locked on her, interested.
"They had me for five years before I finally escaped." She finished. "I made a wish on that crystal I gave to the dragon and it sent me here."
"Wow, five years?" Goku dropped his chopsticks. "And you're still alive and...normal?"
"What's the point in escaping if I'm only going to dwell on it for the rest of my life?" She asked pointedly. Admiration almost slipped into Vegeta's expression. Usagi was a true warrior. She'd taken her enemy's worst and was still a sweet, perfect person.
Amazing.
Just then, twenty waiters and waitresses brought in the 2nd course of the meal. By the time they left, the conversation about Usagi's past had been, thankfully, dropped.
Usagi and Vegeta both reached for the basket of rolls at the same time and Usagi's heart lurched at as his fingers accidentally brushed hers. Wordlessly, he handed her a roll, then took the rest for himself. Only Bulma noticed this curtesy, or the respect in her former lover's eyes for the small blonde. She smiled to herself and wished the girl luck. She would need it.
"So, Vegeta..." Usagi began in her sweet, quiet voice.
The Saiyan prince's breath momentarily caught. To cover the lapse, he shot her a glare. "Are you attempting to start a conversation, onna?" He demanded.
She looked down at her plate. "I was only going to tell you that you look nice dressed up." She mumbled, then glared at him defiantly. "But forget it, I take it back. Who cares what a person is like on the outside if he doesn't even have the decency to pretend to be nice for five minutes."
She was silent for most of the rest of the meal.
When dessert was brought, Hercule finally got up the nerve to talk to Usagi. (She's sitting in between him and Vegeta.)
"Uh now, I've been wanting to tell you all night how beautiful you look." He began, sounding confident. If anything could be said for Hercule Satan, it would be that he loved himself.
Usagi blushed. "Thanks..."
"Yeah, I'm the champion of the world, did you know that? I'm real strong." He leaned so far back in his chair that he fell over. Quickly, he righted himself, laughing. "I meant to do that, it's a new move I'm working on. Did you ever hear about that time that I-"
Vegeta was literally using all his willpower and self control to not blast the annoying Hercule so far away no one would ever find him. It was even harder when, instead of shunning him like she should have, Usagi cheerfully began to talk with the aphro'ed man.
How dare that little fool presume to talk to her? He thought angrily. Kuso! Look at her, laughing. So perfect. She's mine, dammit! I won't let that idiot have her, she's mine!
Without even pausing to think about just what he was thinking, Vegeta stood, knocking over his chair. "I'm finished." He announced. "Let's go."
"Sit down!" Bulma hissed as he began to draw stares. "The Earth doesn't revolve around you, Vegeta! You can just wait patiently for everyone else. Don't you dare cause a scene in this nice restraunt!"
Scowling, Vegeta grabbed Usagi's arm and yanked her to her feet. "Let's go, onna." He growled.
"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped.
Usagi slowly looked over the group. Finally, she smiled. "It's ok, I was getting tired anyway." She said softly, trying to prevent the oncoming argument. It was hard to do that while being distracted by Vegeta's hand on her arm, but she managed anyway.
Vegeta smirked, seeing that he'd won, and began making his way to the door, pulling Usagi with him. He considered taking the airplane with him, to leave everyone else stranded at the restraunt, but the truth was that now that he had Usagi he didn't really care about pulling any mean tricks.
Effortlessly, he scooped Usagi up into his arms and took off flying, smirking when he heard her gasp of surprise. He was still angry, however, about her talking to Hercule.
"You have horrible taste." He said to her bitingly, at the same time enjoying the feel of her in his arms. He'd missed that since she'd become able to take herself up and down the stairs, no longer needing an "elevator."
"What's that mean?" She asked in annoyance.
"That fool Hercule. Flirting and carrying on with him."
"I wasn't flirting!" She protested, becoming angry. "He may be an ugly glory monger, but he's also a very nice man. It's none of your business who I make friends with, anyway."
"Feh, is that what you call it?" They were back at Capsuel Corp. Vegeta dropped Usagi on the ground, and stalked inside. The blonde girl, now angry and not willing to let him off that easy, followed him inside.
"I tried talking to you, remember? But you blew me off." She shouted as she followed him up the stairs. "What, you think that just because you're a prince and you look good that everyone's just gonna let you treat them however you want?" She continued to follow him as he went into his room, ignoring her. Usagi slammed the door after herself.
"What are you doing, onna?" Vegeta demanded, now amused.
"I'm not leaving until you apologize to me."
Vegeta smirked. "Well, I guess you won't be leaving then."
"What's your problem?" She screamed.
Vegeta's smirk grew and he began to laugh as he grabbed her shoulders. "My problem? You're my problem, onna." He growled as eh possessively claimed her lips with his own.
The moment their lips touched, Vegeta forgot that he was angry and only trying to scare her into leaving him alone. The moment she began to respond to his kiss he forgot that he'd ever been with a different mate. Usagi became his light, his entire world.
He let go of her shoulders to cup her face with his hands and both of her arms immediately went around him. With a sigh against his lips, Usagi pressed in closer to the embrace.
Before Vegeta knew it, she was in his arms, and he was carrying her to the bed as her graceful fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
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Some time later, Usagi found herself about to fall asleep in Vegeta's arms. She was utterly exhausted. With a small smile, she stretched a little, then let her fingers fondly trace over the muscles in Vegeta's abs.
It was funny. Back in her old life, before she had been captured by Zeke, whenever Mamoru had tried to get her to do what she had just done with Vegeta she would flat out refuse. Not even consider it. The thought had actually disgusted her. With Vegeta, however, she hadn't even hesitated, hadn't had a moment's second thought. It had just felt right.
She felt connected to the Saiyan prince now, as if they shared a soul.
She knew it wouldn't have been like that with Mamoru. It was so strange, on the outside Mamoru acted like the perfect boyfriend, but when no on was around to see him he was...well, he had scared her on more than one occasion.
Vegeta was just the opposite.
In public, when he knew others would see him, he was so mean, so hostile, Usagi had actually wondered a few times if she had been wrong and he was really evil. But when it had just been the two of them he had been...kind. He'd been so careful, too. Like Usagi was made of glass.
She lifted her head and glanced at Vegeta.
The Saiyan prince's eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, although she knew he wasn't asleep because he kept running his hands through her hair.
Perhaps sensing that she was watching him, he opened his beautiful, coal black eyes.
"What is it, onna?" He growled softly, a smile tugging on his mouth.
Usagi grinned and brushed her lips across his. "Nothing." She answered, laying her head back down on his chest. His arms tightened around her reflexively. "Good night, Vegeta."
He grunted in response.
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Vegeta awoke quickly, like he always did, just a few moments before dawn. Right when he was about to get up, however, he noted that something was very different that usual.
He glanced down at the small blonde girl in his arms. Usagi slept with a small smile on her face, her head on his shoulder and chest, and one of her hands resting on his ab muscles. One of her legs was entwined with his. A rare, real smile crossed his face as he watched her sleep.
He was such a fool.
He'd gone and mated with yet another Earth woman. Another girl who would stay with him for a short while and then leave him heartbroken. How many old lovers did this one have that could steal her back? If he killed them all, would there be a better chance of her staying with him forever?
Probably not.
The thought of another man with Usagi-his beautiful, perfect Usagi- made his blood boil. No one else deserved to lay hands on her.
She was his.
"Wake up, onna." He ordered, failing to get his voice as gruff as he would have preferred. Nevertheless, it still succeeded in waking her up. She sat up a little, and gave him a sleepy smile.
"Good morning." She mumbled happily, kissing him.
For a moment, he let her. Then he pushed her away, his thoughts distracting him from the attention she deserved. He had to ask. He wouldn't want his attention diverted from his new mate. But...what would it mean?
"Vegeta?" She questioned, looking at him quizzically.
"I have to ask you something."
"Ok." She said brightly.
"How many others have you been with?"
Usagi stared at him for a moment, there was something like betrayal in her expression. Slowly her eyes hardened. "So. That's it." She said, voice extremely cold. "I guess now I see what you really think of me." Somehow she managed to push her way out of his arms. "How dare you ask that?" She demanded, hastily throwing on clothes. "What happened-it was nothing to you, was it?"
Before the dazed Saiyan could answer she had stormed out of the room.
Vegeta sat unmoving for an hour afterwards, utterly and completely shocked by her outburst. What had he done wrong?
For once the intelligent prince had no idea.
He actually felt like crying. He'd lost two mates now-what did that say about him?
Pathetic. he thought in disgust.
Finally, Vegeta forced himself to get up. Unless Usagi had already blabbed it everywhere, as women were prone to do, no one knew what they had done, and no one knew that she had rejected him. He shouldn't let it bother him, he'd already let it happen once before with Bulma. He should just forget about Usagi.
Unfortunately for him, he couldn't.
How could one forget perfection?
Vegeta quickly dressed in his Saiyan armor and went down to breakfast. Hopefully no one would notice that he hadn't trained that morning.
Just about everyone currently living at Capsuel Corp. was already at the table, but Vegeta's semi-late arrival wasn't commented on. Before he could stop himself, Vegeta's eyes sought Usagi's.
Her plate was piled as highly as usual, except this time she was merely picking at it, a thoughtful look on her face. Throughout the meal, she didn't speak one word, and she didn't look up at all although Vegeta found himself desperately wanting her to. Finally, she pushed away her plate-the same one she'd had when breakfast had started-and left.
Vegeta didn't see her again for the rest of the day.
He tried to look for her, just to see her, but he couldn't find her. Finally he locked himself in the gravity room, set it on the highest level he's ever had it on, and began to train with more single-mindedness than he'd ever had when trying to become a Super Saiyan.
He didn't stop until he heard the door open and felt a familiar ki walk into the room.
Panting, Vegeta turned to face his son.
"What, boy?" He snarled.
The brave eight-year-old didn't flinch. "Mom sent me to tell you that dinner's ready." He answered, purposefully walking to the controls and turning off the gravity. "And she said that you have to come because you never ate any lunch."
Vaguely he remembered someone trying to get him to come out and eat earlier in the day, but he had been so caught up in his haze of training that he hadn't even paused. But to think that it was already time for dinner...
Vegeta lifted his chin and proudly stalked out of the room, despite the fact that he could already feel he had pushed himself too hard.
Dinner wasn't much different than breakfast had been. Because of his training, Vegeta ate ravenously, despite the fact that Usagi wasn't there. He wasn't the only one to notice her absence.
"Where's your blonde friend?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she set down another tray of food. "I made that dessert she liked so much."
Chibi Trunks shook his head. "I tried to find her, but I couldn't because she doesn't have any ki."
Vegeta snorted. "Who cares?"
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Bulma snapped. "I swear, you Saiyans have no manners!" She had always been put off by Vegeta's table manners, which was why he refused to correct them. When he was finished Vegeta left the table without a word to any of them. He went up the stairs slowly, visions of Usagi and the night before haunting him. It would have been so wonderful if it had lasted longer.
Instead of going strait to his room, Vegeta took a side trip to the shower. Going to his room, filled with memories as he was, would prove to painful at the moment.
He turned on the water as hot as it would go, and let it pound on his already aching muscles.
Kami, he already missed Usagi. Her smile, her kiss. Had he truly deserved her? Probably not. Definitely not. But he had loved her. Already he knew he loved her. Bulma was nothing. A fling. A mistake.
Usagi was the world.
Disgusted with his own thoughts, Vegeta got out of the shower and tied a towel around his waist. (drool)
His room was dark, as it should have been at this hour-with him not in it. However, the moment Vegeta stepped into it and closed the door he knew something wasn't right.
Quickly he switched on the light.
Usagi stood slowly from where she sat on the bed.
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To be continued
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