Chapter 18.
Authors Note:
Hey, sorry for not updating lately,
But here it is.
Vegeta held Bulma's limp body in his arms, she was pale.
Apiphanie rushed over and put her hands in Bulma's face,
"Hey, Bulma, wake up!"
Vegeta pulled Bulma up and stood tall,
"I'm putting her into another one of the tanks."
He mumbled to his sister.
Apiphanie nodded and followed Vegeta to another room where there were older models of tanks.
Soon, she was strapped into the tank and being healed.
Apiphanie starred at her, as well as Vegeta.
"How did she manage to do that?"
She mumbled to herself.
Vegeta shook his head, she wasn't even Saiyan yet."
He replied.
Apiphanie looked at the monitors, everything about her looked normal enough.
Vegeta backed up into the wall behind him and sat down on the floor.
Apiphanie looked at him strangely,
"What are you doing?"
she asked skeptically.
Vegeta closed his eyes and leaned his head back,
"I'm going to wait until she's better, then take her to 'our' room . . . and by the way, why did you do that?"
Apiphanie smirked.
"Aw common Vegeta, you know perfectly why I did it."
Vegeta glared at Apiphanie,
"Maybe I need it to be explained to me Apiphanie."
Apiphanie sighed and crossed her arms over her chest,
"Well, while you were looking for her, you seemed to have something there, I donno, call it woman's intuition or something, but I just knew you liked her more than you were letting even yourself know."
Vegeta darted his eyes back to the tank,
'damn females, why do they always know these things?'
he asked himself grumpily.
Apiphanie looked up to a clock on the other side of the room,
"I have to go to a meeting, I'll talk to you at dinner kay?"
Vegeta watched as Apiphanie left, then looked back to Bulma.
'what made you change, what made that trigger, I know it wouldn't have been me. But then again, I did ignore you, maybe you were just losing your temper in a different way this time . . . but then . . . how did you become Super Saiyan?'
Vegeta closed his eyes and bowed his head enough for his forehead to lean on his knee's.
'why did you do this to me?'
he asked pathetically in his mind as he listened to the constant beeping of the many gadgets around the room.
* * *
Bulma woke up to something very warm covering her.
She slitted her eyes open and looked around, but it was dark, and her eyes had to focus.
She starred out, it was dark, but as her eyes adjusted, it seemed to be day time, almost.
She looked down a bit, and saw Vegeta walking about the room, getting things from one place and putting them another.
'he must be cleaning.'
She thought, a little surprised that he was actually cleaning.
Bulma watched him pace around the room, his face seemed worried, thoughtful and mad at the same time.
'what . . .what happened?'
Bulma thought as she saw Vegeta sit down and put his head into his hands.
'all I remember is getting mad, but it didn't really seem like I was getting mad, then what was it?'
Bulma sighed, then caught her breath.
She knew Vegeta was very good at noticing the littlest of changes, and had before been told that a sigh sounded different when sleeping.
She starred at him for what seemed like forever, then suddenly he was in front of her, his face quite close to her own,
"Have a nice sleep?"
he asked in an irritated yet thoughtful tone.
Bulma blinked,
"Fine, thank you . . . but."
Before she could finish, Vegeta was gone.
Not really though.
She could feel him somewhere else, she couldn't figure out how she knew, but she knew that he was on his side of the bed.
She turned over and sat up a bit, but then flopped down because every muscle seemed to be soar.
Vegeta took off his shirt, and slid himself under the covers.
"I don't know."
He mumbled.
Bulma went to react when Vegeta turned to her,
"I'm tiered, see you in the morning."
Bulma took in a quiet gasp and looked down to the sheets.
They shifted when Vegeta pulled them around himself and relaxed.
Bulma moved her eyes towards him,
'why is he sad??'
she asked herself.
Bulma looked to the dark blue sky, full of stars, that was above Vegeta.
memories, to many of them, filled her mind, until finally, she remembered everything that had happened in the rejuvenation tank.
Bulma darted her eyes down to Vegeta, who seemed to be sleeping now.
'he worked so hard to achieve what he got, and I get it just from being mad at him?'
Bulma felt her eyes fill with tears, and she slid herself over to Vegeta's back, which was faced to her.
she couldn't feel or sense Vegeta react, so she figured that he was asleep.
Hesitantly, she put her arms over his body and around his waist.
Vegeta struggled not to tense up when he felt Bulma's arm wrap around his waist, and the other arms reached up to tangle in his hair.
He could feel her moist breath hitting his bare back, then her whole body shifted and came flush onto his.
Then he heard something that was just hardly above a mumbled.
Bulma said sorry to him, his eyes starred at the sky outside.
'she must have realized what I felt.'
He thought looking down to her arm.
'why would she put her arm around me?'
he asked himself.
But soon, without really realizing it, he clasped her hand in his own and turned his body to face hers, then pulled her as close as she would come.
Once he had, he closed his eyes, half heartedly cursing himself for letting himself come to her lie thins.
* * *
Vegeta woke, but didn't wake.
He was aware of everything around himself.
He could feel, Bulma's hair fanned out over his chest, her breath hitting his skin, her arms holding onto him.
Her hands grasping onto his back.
Her body, still flush against him.
His arms still holding onto him for dear life, but not to tightly.
Just enough to be sacred.
Bulma was awaking, he could feel it, her heart was pumping a little harder, and her breath was growing heavier.
He could feel her eyes open, her eyelashes tickling his chest.
Then he felt her breath catch.
Her head looked up, every so slightly, as if worried not to awaken him.
Bulma could see that he was a little awake, she knew it somehow . . . but if he was even a little awake, why wouldn't he have realized that she was touching him like this and then push her away, or at least leave.
Left with a question like this in her mind, Bulma lowered her head again and nuzzled her forehead into him a bit.
Vegeta un-tensed his body a bit, and pulled Bulma's body up a bit, then curled his against hers.
Bulma starred at the tanned skin in front of her.
And if he was the slightest bit away, why would he do that?"
She asked herself.
Authors Note:
Sorry it's a crappy chapter, but I'm just writing kinda because I haven't updated in awhile, but anyways, thanks for your reviews, they are greatly appreciated.
Ttyal.
Authors Note:
Hey, sorry for not updating lately,
But here it is.
Vegeta held Bulma's limp body in his arms, she was pale.
Apiphanie rushed over and put her hands in Bulma's face,
"Hey, Bulma, wake up!"
Vegeta pulled Bulma up and stood tall,
"I'm putting her into another one of the tanks."
He mumbled to his sister.
Apiphanie nodded and followed Vegeta to another room where there were older models of tanks.
Soon, she was strapped into the tank and being healed.
Apiphanie starred at her, as well as Vegeta.
"How did she manage to do that?"
She mumbled to herself.
Vegeta shook his head, she wasn't even Saiyan yet."
He replied.
Apiphanie looked at the monitors, everything about her looked normal enough.
Vegeta backed up into the wall behind him and sat down on the floor.
Apiphanie looked at him strangely,
"What are you doing?"
she asked skeptically.
Vegeta closed his eyes and leaned his head back,
"I'm going to wait until she's better, then take her to 'our' room . . . and by the way, why did you do that?"
Apiphanie smirked.
"Aw common Vegeta, you know perfectly why I did it."
Vegeta glared at Apiphanie,
"Maybe I need it to be explained to me Apiphanie."
Apiphanie sighed and crossed her arms over her chest,
"Well, while you were looking for her, you seemed to have something there, I donno, call it woman's intuition or something, but I just knew you liked her more than you were letting even yourself know."
Vegeta darted his eyes back to the tank,
'damn females, why do they always know these things?'
he asked himself grumpily.
Apiphanie looked up to a clock on the other side of the room,
"I have to go to a meeting, I'll talk to you at dinner kay?"
Vegeta watched as Apiphanie left, then looked back to Bulma.
'what made you change, what made that trigger, I know it wouldn't have been me. But then again, I did ignore you, maybe you were just losing your temper in a different way this time . . . but then . . . how did you become Super Saiyan?'
Vegeta closed his eyes and bowed his head enough for his forehead to lean on his knee's.
'why did you do this to me?'
he asked pathetically in his mind as he listened to the constant beeping of the many gadgets around the room.
* * *
Bulma woke up to something very warm covering her.
She slitted her eyes open and looked around, but it was dark, and her eyes had to focus.
She starred out, it was dark, but as her eyes adjusted, it seemed to be day time, almost.
She looked down a bit, and saw Vegeta walking about the room, getting things from one place and putting them another.
'he must be cleaning.'
She thought, a little surprised that he was actually cleaning.
Bulma watched him pace around the room, his face seemed worried, thoughtful and mad at the same time.
'what . . .what happened?'
Bulma thought as she saw Vegeta sit down and put his head into his hands.
'all I remember is getting mad, but it didn't really seem like I was getting mad, then what was it?'
Bulma sighed, then caught her breath.
She knew Vegeta was very good at noticing the littlest of changes, and had before been told that a sigh sounded different when sleeping.
She starred at him for what seemed like forever, then suddenly he was in front of her, his face quite close to her own,
"Have a nice sleep?"
he asked in an irritated yet thoughtful tone.
Bulma blinked,
"Fine, thank you . . . but."
Before she could finish, Vegeta was gone.
Not really though.
She could feel him somewhere else, she couldn't figure out how she knew, but she knew that he was on his side of the bed.
She turned over and sat up a bit, but then flopped down because every muscle seemed to be soar.
Vegeta took off his shirt, and slid himself under the covers.
"I don't know."
He mumbled.
Bulma went to react when Vegeta turned to her,
"I'm tiered, see you in the morning."
Bulma took in a quiet gasp and looked down to the sheets.
They shifted when Vegeta pulled them around himself and relaxed.
Bulma moved her eyes towards him,
'why is he sad??'
she asked herself.
Bulma looked to the dark blue sky, full of stars, that was above Vegeta.
memories, to many of them, filled her mind, until finally, she remembered everything that had happened in the rejuvenation tank.
Bulma darted her eyes down to Vegeta, who seemed to be sleeping now.
'he worked so hard to achieve what he got, and I get it just from being mad at him?'
Bulma felt her eyes fill with tears, and she slid herself over to Vegeta's back, which was faced to her.
she couldn't feel or sense Vegeta react, so she figured that he was asleep.
Hesitantly, she put her arms over his body and around his waist.
Vegeta struggled not to tense up when he felt Bulma's arm wrap around his waist, and the other arms reached up to tangle in his hair.
He could feel her moist breath hitting his bare back, then her whole body shifted and came flush onto his.
Then he heard something that was just hardly above a mumbled.
Bulma said sorry to him, his eyes starred at the sky outside.
'she must have realized what I felt.'
He thought looking down to her arm.
'why would she put her arm around me?'
he asked himself.
But soon, without really realizing it, he clasped her hand in his own and turned his body to face hers, then pulled her as close as she would come.
Once he had, he closed his eyes, half heartedly cursing himself for letting himself come to her lie thins.
* * *
Vegeta woke, but didn't wake.
He was aware of everything around himself.
He could feel, Bulma's hair fanned out over his chest, her breath hitting his skin, her arms holding onto him.
Her hands grasping onto his back.
Her body, still flush against him.
His arms still holding onto him for dear life, but not to tightly.
Just enough to be sacred.
Bulma was awaking, he could feel it, her heart was pumping a little harder, and her breath was growing heavier.
He could feel her eyes open, her eyelashes tickling his chest.
Then he felt her breath catch.
Her head looked up, every so slightly, as if worried not to awaken him.
Bulma could see that he was a little awake, she knew it somehow . . . but if he was even a little awake, why wouldn't he have realized that she was touching him like this and then push her away, or at least leave.
Left with a question like this in her mind, Bulma lowered her head again and nuzzled her forehead into him a bit.
Vegeta un-tensed his body a bit, and pulled Bulma's body up a bit, then curled his against hers.
Bulma starred at the tanned skin in front of her.
And if he was the slightest bit away, why would he do that?"
She asked herself.
Authors Note:
Sorry it's a crappy chapter, but I'm just writing kinda because I haven't updated in awhile, but anyways, thanks for your reviews, they are greatly appreciated.
Ttyal.