A/n- Okay! Here we go! Do I own DBZ *cheerleaders rush in*? Okay: *band
music starts. * Gimme an N... "N!" Gimme an O... "O!" What does that
spell? NO! Okay, enough of that, on with the good stuff!
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Bulma looked up at Vegeta in shock. He wanted her to tell him what happened? "Why do you want to know?" she asked quietly.
He growled, "You've been asking that stupid question all day woman! Why do you think?"
She looked back down. Her answer? He wouldn't like it, that was for sure. She couldn't help but think he wanted to mock her weaknesses. That was the first thought that came to her mind, and the only thought that remained. He was holding her though, and comforting her in his own way... Did that mean anything? 'He could just be trying to get in my mind,' she contradicted herself. She was so confused! 'I might as well tell him though,' she thought, 'Nothing he says could be worse than what I'm feeling.'
"Woman?" Vegeta questioned.
She glanced up momentarily, then back down, felling the shame and embarrassment all over again. "We... uh, we went back to his apartment after dinner," she paused, clearly reminiscing, "We were going to watch movies, but the video we decided on, was the one he had left in his bedroom VCR. I offered to get it, so I ran back to do so." He felt her shudder, but said nothing. "The were fucking roses everywhere and a strong scent of wine I think, I'm actually not sure what that was..." He rested his chin atop her head, sensing the worst had yet to come. "I looked to were the scent was coming from, his bed," she hissed, then sarcastically continued, "Oh my, guess who I saw! Jesse! Ah yes, my best 'bud' in the whole damned world!"
He suddenly felt tears soaking his skin, he looked down and realized from where they emitted. He held her tighter, he knew he would be wise not to push the subject, but he simply couldn't help it! "Yamcha walked in when he heard me screaming. He kept yelling at me to calm down, as if THAT was even an option! My friend is in bed, waiting for my beau, and I'm supposed to calm down!" she spit the words out like they were venomous. "Then that bitch had the nerve to start crying about how I was freaking out and how rude and stupid I was being! Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, Yamcha left to go comfort her. So I left... apparently without his permission..."
Vegeta looked down at her, "What do you mean, 'without his permission'?" He looked over to meet his curious eyes, searching her own.
"That's why he came over tonight. He said I had no right to leave them there without an explanation," she shrugged, "So I broke up with him."
"But why did he hit you?" Vegeta asked, once more running a finger over the red mark on her cheek. At this she turned her face away, trying to hide the unattractive mark in the palm of her hand. "He decided to stop by and clarify about how no one would or could ever want me like him. About how no one needs me," she managed out, "I told him to leave, but he decided to try and knock some sense into me before he did. I guess it worked, he knocked, I now believe." She sighed and sat up straighter, "Well, now that that's all said and done I supposed you'll be wanting to leave?"
He looked up pat her, offense slightly reflecting in his eyes. "You are not ready to be left if you believe desperate words."
"What do you mean?" she rasped out, still not looking at him.
He grabbed her chin, turning her head in the process. "What I mean, woman, woman, is that only a desperate and very stupid man could say a thing like that of you," he replied calmly. He continued to search her tear filled eyes.
"Well then, I suppose only a very dumb woman wouldn't possibly want to thank you with this," she managed to whisper, as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And I'm not dumb," she finished.
He smirked, and couldn't help but put the last word in, "This I know." She leaned forward and lost her breath, while taking his along, in a soft kiss.
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Awe! They're getting there! Lol, give me reviews people, I have the next chapter written; of course, whether I type and post it, is completely up to you. Well, to be nice, I tried not to leave too much of a cliffy... lol! Now leave a couple reviews, and you get what you want!!! K, bye-bye now!
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Bulma looked up at Vegeta in shock. He wanted her to tell him what happened? "Why do you want to know?" she asked quietly.
He growled, "You've been asking that stupid question all day woman! Why do you think?"
She looked back down. Her answer? He wouldn't like it, that was for sure. She couldn't help but think he wanted to mock her weaknesses. That was the first thought that came to her mind, and the only thought that remained. He was holding her though, and comforting her in his own way... Did that mean anything? 'He could just be trying to get in my mind,' she contradicted herself. She was so confused! 'I might as well tell him though,' she thought, 'Nothing he says could be worse than what I'm feeling.'
"Woman?" Vegeta questioned.
She glanced up momentarily, then back down, felling the shame and embarrassment all over again. "We... uh, we went back to his apartment after dinner," she paused, clearly reminiscing, "We were going to watch movies, but the video we decided on, was the one he had left in his bedroom VCR. I offered to get it, so I ran back to do so." He felt her shudder, but said nothing. "The were fucking roses everywhere and a strong scent of wine I think, I'm actually not sure what that was..." He rested his chin atop her head, sensing the worst had yet to come. "I looked to were the scent was coming from, his bed," she hissed, then sarcastically continued, "Oh my, guess who I saw! Jesse! Ah yes, my best 'bud' in the whole damned world!"
He suddenly felt tears soaking his skin, he looked down and realized from where they emitted. He held her tighter, he knew he would be wise not to push the subject, but he simply couldn't help it! "Yamcha walked in when he heard me screaming. He kept yelling at me to calm down, as if THAT was even an option! My friend is in bed, waiting for my beau, and I'm supposed to calm down!" she spit the words out like they were venomous. "Then that bitch had the nerve to start crying about how I was freaking out and how rude and stupid I was being! Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, Yamcha left to go comfort her. So I left... apparently without his permission..."
Vegeta looked down at her, "What do you mean, 'without his permission'?" He looked over to meet his curious eyes, searching her own.
"That's why he came over tonight. He said I had no right to leave them there without an explanation," she shrugged, "So I broke up with him."
"But why did he hit you?" Vegeta asked, once more running a finger over the red mark on her cheek. At this she turned her face away, trying to hide the unattractive mark in the palm of her hand. "He decided to stop by and clarify about how no one would or could ever want me like him. About how no one needs me," she managed out, "I told him to leave, but he decided to try and knock some sense into me before he did. I guess it worked, he knocked, I now believe." She sighed and sat up straighter, "Well, now that that's all said and done I supposed you'll be wanting to leave?"
He looked up pat her, offense slightly reflecting in his eyes. "You are not ready to be left if you believe desperate words."
"What do you mean?" she rasped out, still not looking at him.
He grabbed her chin, turning her head in the process. "What I mean, woman, woman, is that only a desperate and very stupid man could say a thing like that of you," he replied calmly. He continued to search her tear filled eyes.
"Well then, I suppose only a very dumb woman wouldn't possibly want to thank you with this," she managed to whisper, as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And I'm not dumb," she finished.
He smirked, and couldn't help but put the last word in, "This I know." She leaned forward and lost her breath, while taking his along, in a soft kiss.
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Awe! They're getting there! Lol, give me reviews people, I have the next chapter written; of course, whether I type and post it, is completely up to you. Well, to be nice, I tried not to leave too much of a cliffy... lol! Now leave a couple reviews, and you get what you want!!! K, bye-bye now!
D-wisha*
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