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Poison
Chapter Six. (Am I really that far?)
Conversations About Mates and Marriages
Bulma woke up with a startled jump at two in the morning and ran over to Vegeta's room as fast as she could. She had heard him grunt and groan like something was wrong. When she got there, she saw him toss and turn in his sleep. Beads of sweat covered his face.
"Vegeta?" Bulma whispered as she made her way over to him. She sat down by his bed. "Vegeta, wake up. You're dreaming." All of a sudden, Vegeta sat up and grabbed her by her shoulders. His eyes snapped open and they sat there staring at each other. Their stare lasted until Vegeta cringed in pain five minutes later. "Are you okay?" Bulma asked as she helped him settle in bed. He looked up at the ceiling.
"What are you doing here?"
"You were having a nightmare." Vegeta recalled the dream and looked at Bulma again. "What was it about?"
"Never mind."
"Please?"
"Leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it."
"You never want to talk about anything."
"And haven't you learnt from that?"
"No. Please tell me."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I want to."
"Why?"
"Vegeta."
"What?"
"Please just tell me." Bulma begged.
"Why?"
"Because if I'm to be your nurse I should know what's upsetting you."
"Well, being poisoned and not being able to do anything certainly is upsetting me. I hate the idea that I have to stay in bed all day." Vegeta said, angrily. Before he knew it, Bulma had wrapped her arms around his neck in a strong hug. They both lay there for a while before Vegeta heard the gentle purrs of sleep coming from Bulma.
Vegeta closed his eyes and joined her in sleep, this one much more peaceful.
~*~
Vegeta opened his eyes to see blue surrounding him.
'Not this dream again.' He thought to himself but then he saw that the blue were thin strips and behind that he could see a white ceiling. He remembered the nights' incident and sighed inwardly. He heard Bulma groan and felt her move as she slowly woke up. She suddenly jumped up and blushed at him.
"Sorry. I guess I fell asleep last night."
"Yes you did."
"Did I hurt you?"
"How would have you hurt me?"
"I don't know. It's just that you get hurt a lot when you're going through this. I was just wondering if I had rolled over you or crushed you."
"Hello! Is anyone there?" a voice shouted from downstairs.
Bulma instantly groaned.
"Who the hell could be here at this hour?"
"Bulma? Vegeta?" it asked again. A smile made its way to Bulma's face.
"We're up her, Goku!" Bulma shouted back down. Goku ran up the stairs and into Vegeta's bedroom where he found both Vegeta and Bulma sitting on the bed.
"Was I interrupted anything?"
"Don't worry. You weren't."
"Did you sleep here last night, or something?" Goku chuckled, referring to Bulma's messy hair. She had now changed it from her perm to straight and short.
"Oh, well, Vegeta was," Bulma started, unable to think of any words.
"If you must know, I am quite sick and the woman stays with me sometimes so it is easier, or did you forget about Gaia?" Vegeta stated.
"You said his name. He'll come now." Goku whined.
"He's dead." Bulma said. "Vegeta threw his head into a wall, making me rather sick and putting us in a moderately uncomfortable situation that we still haven't resolved."
"How'd he do that?"
"What? Throw Gaia's head into a wall?"
"Easily. I twisted his head off his neck and then we kicked it around for a little while, seeing as how he could survive without his body, and then I turned towards the wall and gave it a new paint job." Vegeta explained.
"But how could you walk?" Goku asked, now really confused.
"Oh, yeah. I should go get you your next shot." Bulma said before she jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
"You two seem to be getting along quite well." Goku laughed.
"That is none of your business."
"If you have a son, what will you call him?"
"What?"
"If you have a son, what will you call him?"
"I am not going to have any child."
"Yeah, right. So what would you call him?"
"Vegeta, of course."
"And a daughter?"
"I'm not sure, but I don't have to think about it. I will not take her as my mate, therefore I will never have children."
"So what are these shots?"
"Some medication. It's like an antidote. The only problem is that it isn't permanent."
"What a shame."
"Shut up. I don't need your pity." Vegeta snapped.
"But now that you have that medicine, you have some time to be with her, right?"
"No. Baia said that she liked that weakling ex of hers."
"And who is Baia?"
"Gaia, Maia and Laia's brother. He can read minds, see the future and see others' dreams. Each one said that if she chose to be with me she would live an unhappy life. He also said that I'm to have a son with her and then die straight after it."
"Oh, you talking about Baia?" Bulma asked as she walked into the room with a needle in her hand. Goku immediately backed off. "How is it that you can survive a planet being blown up, but you can't stand needles?" she laughed and put the needle into Vegeta's arm. "Oh, and I meant Namek-sei, not Vegeta-sei. I know you weren't there for that one."
"I wasn't on the planet when it blew up, remember? So where's your parents?"
"They were called away again."
"Another shopping spree?"
"Probably."
"I didn't see any postcards in the mailbox."
"I asked her not to ask me if I were pregnant in them this time."
"Very smart." Goku laughed.
"Naturally."
"So what did you come here for, anyway?" Vegeta snapped as he sat up off the bed.
"Gohan suggested that I should come over, you know, after Bulma got shot and everything."
"Ow, that's so sweet. Can you thank him for me?" Bulma cooed.
"Sure."
"Well, now you know that she's fine. Can you leave now, or are you just going to stay around like an idiot?"
"Awe, you got a tail." Goku whined as he pointed to Vegeta's tail that was swaying in the air behind him. "When did it come back?"
"Yesterday."
"Um, Goku, did you ever wrap your tail around Chi?" Bulma asked, earning a glare from Vegeta.
"No, why?"
"It's just something that happened yesterday."
"No it didn't." Vegeta groaned.
"What, did it happen today?"
"No, it didn't happen at all. You were dreaming. I told you that that stuff only happens between mates."
"If Vegeta-sei blew up when you were," Bulma started, but finished because of her lack of information.
"Six." Vegeta informed her.
"If Vegeta-sei blew up when you were six, how do you know about this mate stuff? I certainly wouldn't tell any child of mine that stuff when they're only six."
"I'm a prince. I was expected to take a mate at ten years of age. That and I grew up with the perverted minds of Nappa and Raditz. And of course Frieza wouldn't allow me to talk to the women on the ship unless they were elites and already had mates. He was rather afraid of me taking a mate, therefore allowing me to become king."
"Does that mean that Prince Vegeta of the greatest race in the universe hasn't mated yet?" Bulma laughed.
"I have too. Having a mate meant nothing to me."
"You prick."
"What? It's not my fault that they couldn't resist me."
"And did you like any of them?"
"No."
"Prick."
"Stop calling me that, Slave Woman."
"Ooh, you know I hate that!"
"So?"
"Well, seeya." Goku said, but his announcement went unnoticed, as the other two were too busy bickering to notice. He put his fingers to his forehead and disappeared.
"Don't call me it." Bulma yelled.
"And why not? You tended to my every whim, therefore you acted like one." Vegeta fought back.
"I did it because you were sick!"
"You did it before I was poisoned."
"I was worried for my life back then!"
"And you're not worried about it now?"
"I could always take away your shots."
"But you won't."
"How are you so sure?"
"I can just tell. You're not the torturing type."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you have a conscience."
"And that's a problem? It'd probably thank me for doing it to you. And besides, if it weren't for me, you'd still be in bed, howling in pain."
"I never howled."
"Yeah, you did."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"You did too and that's the end. You were in pain."
"That doesn't mean that I was howling."
"Normally when people are in pain, the make a noise about it and in your case, it was a howl." Bulma snapped.
Vegeta walked over to her and stepped on her foot, quickly placing a hand over her mouth to stop the noise.
"You were in pain and you didn't make a noise." He chuckled. Bulma struggled and got out of his grasp.
"That's because you were suffocating me."
"You could still breath through your nose. So I wouldn't have killed you."
~Vegeta's P.O.V~
"That's because you were suffocating me." She snapped.
"You could still breath through your nose. So I wouldn't have killed you." I pointed out.
Sometimes I wonder how she could be so well known for her smarts and then be so dumb.
Silence.
Why don't I just leave? I don't know. But here I stood. Bulma quickly looked around.
"Where's Goku?"
"He must have gotten sick and tired of listening in to the fight you started." I snickered. She turned red. I love getting her angry.
"Me? If my memory is right, and it always is, you started the fight."
"No. You did. You teased me by suggesting that I've never mated before."
"I still think you haven't."
"Why?"
"Ah, well," Got her! "You don't seem the type to commit yourself to one."
"Just because I mated with them doesn't mean that I'd commit myself to them."
"That's wrong. You should be grateful to them."
Me? Grateful? Riiiiight. And hell, I don't care what's right or wrong.
"Woman, why would I be grateful to them?"
"I-ah," and again. "Never mind."
"No, pray tell. What is the reason?"
"Well, that woman might have wanted to be with you."
"That is no reason…" Wait! That woman? "Are you implying that I have been with just one woman?"
"Yes. I doubt anyone else would want to be with you."
Ooh, harsh coming from the woman that I want as my mate. Does that mean that there's no chance?
"I have been with more."
"How many?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Probably just that weakling." She's fuming now.
"Oh, yeah? I almost married someone else!"
"One other?"
"Well…" Bulma started and then she blushed.
Considering the time that she spent with that human, it's understandable.
"That's comprehensible. You have been with Yamcha for a long time, not giving you much time to be with anyone else." I said. She smiled at me.
Hmm, far too many human emotions.
"So, how many?"
That was a good question.
"I'd say about twenty-three."
Seriously!
"What? There is no way that you'd be able to get that many." She laughed.
Is she suggesting that I can't get women?
"Well, there was Frieza's intended mate-I really got in trouble for that-a few slaves here and there, Tali, Pearl, Lien, Sally, Mari, and I can't remember who the rest were. Never quite got their names, Frieza killed them, and then he killed Tali when he found out that I was the father of her unborn child."
"What? You got her pregnant?"
I just said that, didn't I? This is another time where I wonder how she's known as a genius.
"Yes."
"Well, didn't you want the child?"
"I'd be king now if she wasn't killed."
"So is that why you want a child with whoever that mystery woman is? So you'd be king?"
"It really wouldn't matter now. I am past twenty-five years of living. (A/N: I have decided that this is how Saiyans say that thew are, as example, ten years old and whatnot.) I can't become king. I'm too old, so says the decree. I'm only six years over."
"Liar."
"What?"
"You're not that young. You can't be two years older then me. Either that or you scowl a lot more than what I see. You have so many wrinkles." She said walking up to me so our noses were basically touching. I guess she was studying my face. How odd. "That's weird."
"What?"
"You haven't pushed my away."
Yet.
I grabbed her waist and quickly threw her onto the bed before I took my leave.
"Vegeta! You jerk! You cannot throw me around like that!" she yelled back at me.
"I just did and I expect breakfast." I said as I started around the corner.
Annoying her is so much fun.
Fun, damn this planet. I never really had fun until I started to live here. I hate this planet and all it's stupid emotions.
~Bulma's P.O.V~
I tore down the stairs after Vegeta. The jerk! What gave him the right to throw me around like that? Nobody throws around a Briefs. (A/N: Think to Lord Of The Rings. Right before Shadow takes Gandolf. The little dwarf says 'Nobody throws a dwarf'.)
When I got downstairs, I couldn't find him.
Before the whole poisoning incident, he would just sit at the table, demanding food.
Where is he?
"Vegeta, if you want breakfast, you'll have to come here."
~Normal P.O.V~
"Vegeta, if you want breakfast, you'll have to come here."
"But I am here." Vegeta said. Bulma looked around hopelessly.
"Where?" Vegeta chuckled and left the comfort of the ceiling and flew down behind her. With a finger from each hand, he jabbed her in the waist, making her jump in surprise. She turned to face his ever-smirking face.
"What's got you so jumpy?" Vegeta chuckled, not realising that he was still holding her waist.
"Maybe a lunatic Saiyan. You never act like this. What's wrong?"
"Would you prefer me to ignore you?"
"I didn't mean it like that. I was just wondering why you're acting like this. It isn't your usual behaviour. That's all."
"Now, what were you saying about breakfast?" Vegeta asked and as he turned to the table, he realised where his hands were positioned. He blushed for a while before he turned his back to Bulma, hell-bent on not letting her see his shade of embarrassment.
"So, what do you want? I can find you up some French toast, eggs and bacon, some cereal, anything."
"All of the above will do."
"Typical." Bulma mumbled as she set the cooking robot. She sat next to Vegeta once she was done.
The sweet scents of their breakfast filled the room, yet not a word was exchanged between the two.
"What's wrong?" Vegeta asked after a while.
"Nothing."
"It isn't like you to be so quite."
"And you're complaining?"
"No, I just think you might be ill. You've never been this quiet ever since I started to live here."
"And I think that you're ill. You never talk and now you're objecting to me being silent."
"It just doesn't seem like you."
"So now I don't seem like myself because I'm quiet? You're one to talk. You haven't hushed me all day. I like it when we talk. It's interesting."
"And what about my dialect interests you so?"
"You're smart for one. Yamcha couldn't understand half of the things I say. (A/N: I get told to stop speaking so intelligently or to explain my meaning quite a lot by my friends.) It's really frustrating."
"So you find the fact that I'm an intelligent speaker fascinating? Are most human women like that?"
"No. Others wish that conversations consist of complements and marriage."
"You haven't mentioned that yet. So what exactly takes place at these marriages? I think I have heard you mention it before. The day I was poisoned, I do believe. It was our last conversation before it happened."
"Well, like I told you, if people are very much in love, they might decide to marry. The man has to ask the woman by presenting her with a ring; we call it an engagement ring. If she accepts, then they're engaged and are to have a wedding at which they get married. At the wedding, the bride is to wear a white wedding dress that look absolutely fantastic and the man should wear a tuxedo, black or white. They exchange their wedding vows, which is basically stupid stuff that they know will never happen and then they give each other rings. They kiss and that's the end." Bulma said. "Do Saiyans do anything like it?"
"There's something simular to it, but it's only when a Saiyan from the Royal Family choses their mate. No one's allowed to watch it, though, unless it's the prophet, who claimed that the Legend was me, and family."
"What's the Legend?"
"Well, it's said that there is only one per thousand years and they can only be royalty and pure blooded. They said that I was to become the Legendary Super Saiyan and defeat the Iceians that held the Saiyans as slaves for centuries. And Kakarot did that instead." Vegeta sat at the table with his hands on it. He twiddled with his thumbs for a little while before he felt Bulma's hand glide on top of them. He tensed up again, being very unexperienced with the emotions that he was feeling.
"So what was the rest of the 'Saiyan weddings'?" Bulma asked quietly.
"Like your weddings, females are to wear the most beautiful garments and gems they can find, but the dress must be blood red, deep purple, dark blue, black or gold. The man, however, is to be in his royal armour with the royal crest on it. They say vows, which is a poem spoken in the old Saiyan language that very few speak. Once that is done, they mark each other by biting their necks, and leaving a scar that's permanent. The biting has to be done to say that they're mated, be them royalty or third class Saiyans."
"Can you speak old Saiyan?"
"I learnt a little bit of it before Frieza killed my father. It is tradition that a son shall learn this from his father, the King."
"And can you teach it to other races?" Bulma asked.
"I don't think so. We never got that far in the sessions. I know the poem and how to address the old kings from the past in my meditation, but that's about it."
"Could you, teach me it?" Bulma asked cautiously.
"Well, I," Vegeta started, but realised something. "Which royal Saiyan do you want to be mated to? Last time I checked, I was the last one."
"No, it isn't that!" Bulma said as she out her hands out in front of her defensively. "It's just that my best friend is a Saiyan as is the guy I live with and since you're finding things about us, I think I should learn something about you."
"I think breakfast should be ready by now." Vegeta said, changing the subject. Bulma took the hint and walked over to where the robot was cooking.
~*~
Sorry that I have to leave it there but I have to. It was just drawing thin and getting boring. I promise you that it won't be boring next time and that I do try not to keep you guys waiting.
Sorry this took so long to get up. I just hope everyone had great Christmas'. A guy I know died a few days before Christmas. ~_~,
~Jinko Kawaii