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Alright!! I'm back!! I was on vacation for a while, without the access of the computer, so I was bound to paper writing. It took meeh a while to type everything up, but here it is. ^_^ I really hope that you like this story and the turn of events as much as I enjoy writing it. By far, I think that this might be one of my best works. So thanks a bunch to all of mai dedicated reviewers who take the chance to review each and every chapter. Thanks again.
Ok so I'm going to try to wrap this story up as soon as possible without rushing through this plot, I don't want to miss a thing. I will, now that I'm back, try to update faster before school starts. It starts for meeh on Sept. 3 so hopefully before then I'll only be a couple of chapters away from the ending.
Well, that's all for this AN. Trying not to make it too long here. Please, as always, R&R. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and happi reading. Bai-Bai!
~LadyB
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The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Twenty-Two
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The doorbell to the Son residence rung promptly at six thirty that night, which came as no surprise. Chi-Chi always was, after all, always on time; if she said seven she meant six thirty. Goku smiled to himself as he fixed the fabric of his white wife-beater shirt over his muscle-packed chest, the definition ripping through the fabric no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Being a boy whom always wanted to do his best to look presentable, Goku paused momentarily in front of a large mirror that his grandfather had insisted they hang, Goku checked his appearance. His large black eyes danced with anticipation, it didn't matter how long he had been with Chi-Chi, seeing her each time like this always got him thinking of how lucky he was. She was perfect, raven eyes that were windows to her very soul she tried to keep covered, an endless mound of ebony tresses crowing her head, and a body of a goddess filled with womanly curves. He straightened his shirt once more then tugged at the waist of his pants. Nights like this also always got him thinking, what if one day instead of Bulma and Vegeta going through the problems of teenage romance, it was him? The thoughts were horrible; they were better left ignored.
The doorbell rang a second time.
Goku blinked. When the doorbell had first rung it melody over his home it had been seconds shy of half past six. Now as he gazed at the crystal clock perched up top of the mantle, it was 6:32. No wonder Chi-Chi was getting impatient. With a final cough and a check of his demeanor, the black-haired adolescence strolled towards the door. He took into his somewhat rough hands the cool copper metal of the doorknob opening the door. The door sung woefully with age as he swung it open, revealing a surprise. When Chi-Chi said that they had something to talk about, he knew that she wasn't kidding. Goku forced a smile as he laid eyes on his girlfriend, dressed in a short uniform type outfit.
"Chi-Chi..." Yet again the very actions coming from the youth before Chi- Chi were forced; his voice ridged with cogency. It seemed to Goku that Chi- Chi had never quite grasped the uncomfortable tone swimming in his voice, he was grateful, for his heart was beating like a metal hammer along the glass of his chest. "I thought you said you had something to tell me."
"I did." Her lips parted. "I do." She restated.
"T-then why...?"
The teen turned to her left, a third person was among them. "Terra is here to help."
A figure which Goku had hoped never to see again stood at his doorstep, a cold smile ambling along the lines of her lips. Then it struck the male of the group of the similarities between both his girlfriend and the witch he had been taught to hate. Both possessed a long string of murky black hair, the only differences there were the streaks adorning Terra's hair, the length was actually the same. The fact that the color of their eyes was different didn't matter, at the moment they encompassed the equivalent expression written all over the spheres serving them as eyes to draw in the world around them. it all disturbed Goku to no end.
Terra smirked. "Come now, Goku, we have lots to talk about." The girls led a very perplexed male back into his own house to do some quality taking.
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Vegeta walked down the street, the street where Bulma lived. He could make out the tall Capsule Corp. building from the end of the street. Vegeta felt a little bit nervous but he had to push on. He had to talk to her. He saw her sitting outside, on her steps, with a cell phone in her lap. There she was. His woman. HIS! Even in her saddened state, she looked absolutely gorgeous. The soft glow from the light hovering over her head caused an angelic glow around her. Rays of light bounced off of her aqua hair, which fell like clouds down her shoulders hanging over her breasts imperceptibly.
The observer's mind was a mess; a thousand screaming questions were spiraling thought his head. What should he tell her? How should he tell her? Should he forgive her? Would he forgive her? Finally he reached Bulma's doorstep. She looked up at him; her large blue eyes were filled with resentment and bewilderment, however behind all of those resilient sentiments lay the one that mattered the most to them both. Wretchedness, a pure sense of sorrows that no words or no amount of love could ever cure. This was impossible. It was down right unprecedented. This was his woman; she knew every bullshitting tactic about in. Hell, there were many of his new habits that he had developed around Bulma. As much as he had hated to admit it, he had fallen for her. There something that had made him just fall entirely for her. They both had an attitude problem; that was true. And it would be cold day in hell before one of them admitted that they were wrong. But no matter how strong their fronts were, they had been able to penetrate it all to access the purity of each other's love. There was no doubt that their connection was real and true and thoroughly without pretense--it was a type of bond. Vegeta had no slick opening lines to restore that bond that had been lost over the time that they had been apart.
So doing what he knew best how to do, he stopped at the steps and eyed Bulma. Her large blue eyes gazed up at him expectantly, waiting for anything, any words, just something to cure her from her heartbroken wound. The torment behind her eyes began to surface in her face clearly, as plainly as the light of day. Vegeta fought the emotions, so that they didn't fall pray to her display of emotions. The sensations were so complex that they did not have a name in any language. It was just the backlash of a teenage romance gone wrong. Vegeta put on his cold front again; he glanced down at Bulma.
The emotions in her started to brake her proud demeanor before she could even say a word. Bulma's face started to battle--she blinked it, squinted slightly, and scrunched it together trying to keep the tears from falling. Her lips contorted themselves as the veins on her neck started to bulge. Her face finally broke off helplessly as she started to cry freely. It wasn't willingly, more it was helpless, she just couldn't do anything else. The stream of tears crawled out of the corner of her left eye and forged their way down the side of her delicately pale face. The silver river of tears silently glistening in the twilight of the setting sun behind them. Bulma could not bring herself to stop from crying, at that point, she didn't care if Vegeta was watching her.
In a much less dramatic way, Vegeta's face began to soften, just not as visibly. He reached out to touch Bulma; it had been so long that her body almost fit eccentrically in his arms as he bent to hold her. There were no words to describe what they were both feeling. It was a sense of loneliness that was slowly being overcome by the presence of the other. And no matter how hard they both tried to deny it, it was clear as glass. They needed each other, to live, to breathe, to wake up in the morning. It was the knowledge that someone out there loved them which kept both of them going, it was signification of the love that still hadn't died over time. However, there were still things that they needed to say to each other. Bulma was the first to brake their embrace with the questions she had on her mind.
"Where did you go? Why did you leave me?"
Vegeta could barley hear Bulma as she tried to form the sentences, he could hardly find his voice, let alone explain himself. "Onna..." He began speaking in the best and only way that he knew how.
Pulling back completely Bulma forced her eyes down on the ground, knowing that the ground would do anything but mock and or judge her. "You honestly thought that I would have cheated on you?!" Bulma took that time to allow herself to move out of Vegeta's line of sight. She placed her hands on her hips trying to regain her composure and picked her eyes up from the ground.
He moved in to kiss her lips, to both silence her and to try to make things better in one of the other ways he knew how. Vegeta's lips fell from his target horribly askew. It was obvious that she didn't want to be kissed, her brows knitted together and her face was changing in emotion once more. He could tell that something about the formation of his actions had hurt and or upset her. The older boy could see it written all over her angelic face in large bold print. The provocation was spread in the tightness around her two-toned lips. Those very same lips, so soft that he had once compared them to the fist drink of wine after crossing the desert, but of course the best of wine was squeezed from the bitter grapes of wrath. Since a few weeks prior to their separation, not only her kisses, but also everything about her had been perfunctory, at best. In her worse days all of her actions seemed damn right reluctant. However way things went, even if her lips and intentions remained well at heart, her words were almost always enough to send anyone packing. They were always double-edged and merciless, like a sharpened sword. Bulma was always complaining, or so it seemed to Vegeta and to top things off, he never listened to her; he had learned to drown it out. So for all he knew, she might have had a good reason to be complaining.
The thing that confused Bulma the most was, since when had Vegeta's compassionate worrying turned into such unforgivable actions? Even after all that had happened, he did seem honestly bewildered when she pulled away from him, tears of hurt and rage filling her eyes. A part of her was telling her that he seriously wanted to make up with her, he had come and asked her for their meeting, hadn't he? Or had that just been the end result of some hour-long speech Goku had given Vegeta? She didn't know, nor did it matter, he was there and they were forced to face the situation, gulping back the new threat of tears rushing to her eyes Bulma rose her voice to speak again. "How could you really believe I would diss you like that?"
Vegeta sighed. "Well baka, you didn't deny it." Vegeta pointed out.
Bulma glared up at the sky, the big, bad, wide, endless sky, channeling all of her emotions up there. It looked as if it were going to rain.... When she returned her mind back to Earth, she said very simply to Vegeta, "I didn't say anything." She reminded him and then took a pause. "I couldn't believe you were treating me that way. I had called you over that night to tell you something important." Bulma muttered. "But that doesn't matter anymore."
Vegeta allowed a small hint of shame, the fear of being wrong, which he never was, march along his eyes. "Then why the fuck did you lie to me about seeing Kenji!? Why did you have to hide it from me? What about the pictures?!"
Bulma felt the sky darken. She knew the rain was coming soon. But she didn't care; rather a part of her welcomed it. "How could you think I would cheat on you...?" Bulma trailed off.
"Then why onna, why would you lie to me?!" Vegeta knew she was trying to dodge the question by making playing the guilt game with him, he wasn't in the mood to play childish games.
"I would expect something like that from Yamcha, but never from you. Me, cheat on you? The only man I've ever really loved with all of my heart? The man who took my virginity!?"
Vegeta hissed. "Onna, answer me!" She was fencing with him and he was growing tired of it.
"Vegeta you were my boyfriend, I'm not Terra! I love you and most of all I respected you like no other man alive!" Declared Bulma, a very serious looking crossing her face. "I risked the love and the trust of my friends and family for you!"
"ANSWER ME Goddammit!" Vegeta yelled at Bulma, taking a strong hold of her arm and pulling her towards him, shaking her hair forward then sending it back as he sent her body back as well. "Why did you agree to see him when you knew that we were together?!" He was livid.
With eyes that shared the story of a million sleepless nights, Bulma replied, "Because..." she began. Bulma sighed. "Kenji is my cousin."
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A pair of hands formed together in mock prayer before a face filled of confusion, the fingers slowly touched upon the forehead of the face belonging to the person. Thoughts swam around their mind...could it all have been true? Goku let out a long, strained, sigh of desperation; he still hoped, prayed, that it was all a lie. He had known Bulma all of his life, they had grown up together since the day of their meeting. While he might have been a few months in her minor, he loved her and looked after her like a sister his parents were never blessed with. The set of helpless eyes glanced out of the window desperately, Bulma wasn't like that, she would never do that....
"Goku I know this is hard on you." Terra's voice was surprisingly warm. "But we were shocked as well."
Suddenly Goku narrowed his eyes, his desperation turned from apprehension to resentment directed towards the young woman sitting on his couch, next to his girlfriend. "You don't know her." Goku hissed. "You're trying to use this against her! You just want Vegeta for yourself!"
It was time for Chi-Chi to step into the conversation. "No, Son-Kun, she's not trying do anything like that this time." There was a heavy level of lament in Chi-Chi's speech. "Bulma hid this on purpose from Vegeta, and now," she looked up. "If you told me the truth, they should be making up."
He took a stand. "And how is that wrong?! They belong together. Everyone in this room knows it."
To everyone's surprise, Terra nodded. "They do belong together. They're perfect for each other." She admitted not in the least bit resentfully. "But, Bulma might want revenge from Vegeta."
This confused Goku to no end. "NANI!?"
"Women forgive," Terra stated, getting up and walking over to the fireplace a few feet away from them. She placed her arm over the mantle then leaned her forehead on the flesh of her arm. Her head then slowly returned to face the others in the room. "But they never forget."
"Exactly." Chi-Chi backed Terra up fully on her theory.
"What are you two getting at?"
Chi-Chi met her eyes with her boyfriend's dark eyes. "Do you think she'll let all of those sleepless night and heartbroken days slide by as if they never happened just because they made up?" The thought caused Goku to become pensive. "See?" Chi-Chi continued. "There is a chance that she just might use all of this against Vegeta in many forms."
There was a frantic shaking of a head. "No. She's just not like that."
"Oh Son-Kun open your eyes!" Chi-Chi stood up as well, she sauntered over to Goku and placed her hands on his knees, bending to his eye level. This time she lowered her voice from it's previous yell. "She tried to kill herself, what makes you think she wouldn't do something like that just because?"
"So," Terra returned to the discussion. "Might we continue?"
There was an unbearable silence falling over the room. Goku was caving in. "Continue..."
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Vegeta released his blue haired companion the very moment those words left her lips, he took a step back from her. "You cousin?" Vegeta had an unreadable look on his face. "But how?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
The girl to whom his comment had been directed to took a seat back on the steps. "I couldn't tell you. Not after what you had done to me. I wanted to tell you, I did, but I knew that by then you wouldn't have believed me." Her head lifted; she paused to take a breath. "My father called Kenji into town, he offered me a job to show him around town. He basically wanted me to help Kenji to have a good time here."
"But onna..."
"I never got the chance to tell you anything. You had branded me a slut long before I could even reason with you." Bulma had once again lost the battle to keep her eyes dry. Tears were flowing freely as she accepted defeat graciously. With streaming eyes, she faced her accuser, her lover, her boyfriend, and the father of her child.
"You kissed Kenji. What about those photos?"
The blue-haired teen dropped her head down. "Vegeta, I kissed him once, on the lips quickly and that's because I was just being polite. And the photos...god. You have no idea what was going on. I can just tell you that I never had anything with him. He is my cousin! I'm not a fucking redneck!"
"What about the hotel room?"
There was a moment of silence.
"You two were up there for three fucking hours!"
Bulma nodded. "Yes, we were."
Vegeta balled his hands to a fist at his side as once again he glared at The goddess in his line of sight. She motioned for him to sit next to her. Not knowing what else to do, Vegeta did so. "Why so long?"
"Me and Kenji use to be close as children. But when middle school came around and all, we lost track of our friendship. We were both different, and I started dating Yamcha. Since Kenji and I look nothing alike, Yamcha thought that I was cheating on him. That's why I was so scared to tell you about Kenji. The fear that you wouldn't believe me." The voice broke; she stopped for a moment, it had started to rain. "We went up to the hotel so that we could talk freely. Without any interruptions. We watched TV, talked, and listened to music. We just wanted to rediscover the friendship that we had lost."
Vegeta listened to her reasoning, so far it was all sounding along the lines of the truth even if, he knew she was nowhere near being finished.
"I wanted to get to know him again, and then introduce him to everyone as my cousin. Vegeta baby, I was just scared of what you would think about him. I needed to make sure that you wouldn't react like Yamcha did."
Taking Bulma's slender hands in his own, Her prince took a deep long look in Bulma's eyes. They were so calm and sincere, there was no way that she could have been lying. As his woman, Vegeta knew when Bulma was lying and when she wasn't. This time, there were no lies in her words. She had been telling the truth. He had been wrong. Hating himself for his previous assumptions, He dared opened his lips once more, his voice braved the fear and he spoke. "Onna you should know that I am not that bastard. I will never be." He muttered to her. "I promise."
The darkened boy thought about what he had been told for a moment. Bulma's words were making more than perfect sense. In all of the pictures of Bulma and Kenji there weren't too many things going on by mere touches that could have been misperceived as flirtation by the untrained eye. Now that he made himself think of it, there were many photos that could have simply been normal behavior between cousins, they hadn't held a long passionate kiss. He finally realized that he had had allowed Terra to brainwash him, with her thoughts and her accusations in his head it had been no wonder that he had thought Bulma out to be a cheat. If this was anyone's fault, it was Terra's.
So there he had it. The entire reason behind the hiatus that they had taken from each other. The sleepless nights, the tears, the emotions, everything had wound down to a misunderstanding.
Bulma reached over and hugged Her knight in shinning armor. He smirked at her and then took a glance up at the rain. He stood up and took her with him. She screeched. "VEGETA NO!" He picked her up into his arms and kissed her lips tightly.
This sent laughter from Bulma running into his ears. "I'm so sorry." Bulma called to her very wet boyfriend.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist, and pulled her up. "I know." He muttered in her ears.
Bulma leaned her head on his shoulder. The rain falling on both of them, but she didn't care, she had what she wanted right there. "I love you!" She yelled as thunder clapped in the sky.
Vegeta smirked. He heard her. "I know onna, I know." He kissed the top of her wet head. It was a kiss that led to a full out make out in the middle of her font yard, in the rain. Bulma hated to admit it but she was very turned on. Droplets of water slid down the side of Vegeta's lean face. Bulma decided that he had never looked so attractive before in his life. His hard cold eyes were filled with something different, something that could have almost been mistaken for kindness. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. The water between them made it seem as if they were going to melt into one another. Bulma rested her head on his wet chest.
Pulling her face in his hands Vegeta tipped her chin up, for one more powerful kiss full of passion and rain. Their wet, cold, bodies entwined with one another, seeking comfort and heat. For a moment that was all that was known to them, the passion of the other's touch. Bulma seemed she was going to drown in the passion rather than the heavy rain. A clap of thunder was heard once more, Bulma shivered and leaned into Vegeta. He glanced down at her, his wet angle.
"We've had our fun onna. Now get inside before you catch something and die."
Bulma smiled up at the eyes of her man, the dark eyes that held volumes of word left untold. Those might not have been the warmest words to say it in, but she knew Vegeta was worried for her health. Coming form him; that was a sweet as things were going to get. "Isn't that what you want?" She teased him lovingly.
Vegeta shook his head as she walked with her back to the steps. "If you're going to die," he began. "You're going to die at my hands. Now go."
Bulma stole one last kiss from Vegeta. "I love you so much." Her body responded to the feeling of him embracing her body with his own.
"I don't blame you."
Deciding that Vegeta would never say the three dreaded words, she walked to her door and took her cell phone with her. She smiled back at him once more and then shut the door behind her. She leaned on the shut door once inside. Bulma let out a large, content sigh. Things were good; things were normal and there was even a feeling inside of her that told her nothing could bring her down. She walked up to her room and decided that a good sleep was in order. She was almost one hundred percent sure that this was best night's sleep she was going to get in a long time. Her thoughts were right.
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"Now that you know the truth," the female paused. "You know what you have to do." Terra curled a long strand of her green hair along her finger calmly. Her friend seemed to agree.
"She's right Goku."
The boy was left at a disadvantage, everything they were saying sounded close enough to point to betrayal, but his mind and his heart kept telling him that Bulma had good intentions. He was ever so bewildered. What exactly was the right thing to do here? His eyes moved from Terra to Chi-Chi to his cell phone and back, then taking the phone into his hands he sat there as helpless as before.
"Well Goku?" Terra tilted her head to the side, the fire playing with her cold features. "What'll be."
The dark eyes took in the silver phone resting in his hands. Yes, what will it be? Not even he knew the outcome to this dilemma.
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Alright!! I'm back!! I was on vacation for a while, without the access of the computer, so I was bound to paper writing. It took meeh a while to type everything up, but here it is. ^_^ I really hope that you like this story and the turn of events as much as I enjoy writing it. By far, I think that this might be one of my best works. So thanks a bunch to all of mai dedicated reviewers who take the chance to review each and every chapter. Thanks again.
Ok so I'm going to try to wrap this story up as soon as possible without rushing through this plot, I don't want to miss a thing. I will, now that I'm back, try to update faster before school starts. It starts for meeh on Sept. 3 so hopefully before then I'll only be a couple of chapters away from the ending.
Well, that's all for this AN. Trying not to make it too long here. Please, as always, R&R. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and happi reading. Bai-Bai!
~LadyB
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The love of two women; the heart of one man
Chapter Twenty-Two
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The doorbell to the Son residence rung promptly at six thirty that night, which came as no surprise. Chi-Chi always was, after all, always on time; if she said seven she meant six thirty. Goku smiled to himself as he fixed the fabric of his white wife-beater shirt over his muscle-packed chest, the definition ripping through the fabric no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Being a boy whom always wanted to do his best to look presentable, Goku paused momentarily in front of a large mirror that his grandfather had insisted they hang, Goku checked his appearance. His large black eyes danced with anticipation, it didn't matter how long he had been with Chi-Chi, seeing her each time like this always got him thinking of how lucky he was. She was perfect, raven eyes that were windows to her very soul she tried to keep covered, an endless mound of ebony tresses crowing her head, and a body of a goddess filled with womanly curves. He straightened his shirt once more then tugged at the waist of his pants. Nights like this also always got him thinking, what if one day instead of Bulma and Vegeta going through the problems of teenage romance, it was him? The thoughts were horrible; they were better left ignored.
The doorbell rang a second time.
Goku blinked. When the doorbell had first rung it melody over his home it had been seconds shy of half past six. Now as he gazed at the crystal clock perched up top of the mantle, it was 6:32. No wonder Chi-Chi was getting impatient. With a final cough and a check of his demeanor, the black-haired adolescence strolled towards the door. He took into his somewhat rough hands the cool copper metal of the doorknob opening the door. The door sung woefully with age as he swung it open, revealing a surprise. When Chi-Chi said that they had something to talk about, he knew that she wasn't kidding. Goku forced a smile as he laid eyes on his girlfriend, dressed in a short uniform type outfit.
"Chi-Chi..." Yet again the very actions coming from the youth before Chi- Chi were forced; his voice ridged with cogency. It seemed to Goku that Chi- Chi had never quite grasped the uncomfortable tone swimming in his voice, he was grateful, for his heart was beating like a metal hammer along the glass of his chest. "I thought you said you had something to tell me."
"I did." Her lips parted. "I do." She restated.
"T-then why...?"
The teen turned to her left, a third person was among them. "Terra is here to help."
A figure which Goku had hoped never to see again stood at his doorstep, a cold smile ambling along the lines of her lips. Then it struck the male of the group of the similarities between both his girlfriend and the witch he had been taught to hate. Both possessed a long string of murky black hair, the only differences there were the streaks adorning Terra's hair, the length was actually the same. The fact that the color of their eyes was different didn't matter, at the moment they encompassed the equivalent expression written all over the spheres serving them as eyes to draw in the world around them. it all disturbed Goku to no end.
Terra smirked. "Come now, Goku, we have lots to talk about." The girls led a very perplexed male back into his own house to do some quality taking.
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Vegeta walked down the street, the street where Bulma lived. He could make out the tall Capsule Corp. building from the end of the street. Vegeta felt a little bit nervous but he had to push on. He had to talk to her. He saw her sitting outside, on her steps, with a cell phone in her lap. There she was. His woman. HIS! Even in her saddened state, she looked absolutely gorgeous. The soft glow from the light hovering over her head caused an angelic glow around her. Rays of light bounced off of her aqua hair, which fell like clouds down her shoulders hanging over her breasts imperceptibly.
The observer's mind was a mess; a thousand screaming questions were spiraling thought his head. What should he tell her? How should he tell her? Should he forgive her? Would he forgive her? Finally he reached Bulma's doorstep. She looked up at him; her large blue eyes were filled with resentment and bewilderment, however behind all of those resilient sentiments lay the one that mattered the most to them both. Wretchedness, a pure sense of sorrows that no words or no amount of love could ever cure. This was impossible. It was down right unprecedented. This was his woman; she knew every bullshitting tactic about in. Hell, there were many of his new habits that he had developed around Bulma. As much as he had hated to admit it, he had fallen for her. There something that had made him just fall entirely for her. They both had an attitude problem; that was true. And it would be cold day in hell before one of them admitted that they were wrong. But no matter how strong their fronts were, they had been able to penetrate it all to access the purity of each other's love. There was no doubt that their connection was real and true and thoroughly without pretense--it was a type of bond. Vegeta had no slick opening lines to restore that bond that had been lost over the time that they had been apart.
So doing what he knew best how to do, he stopped at the steps and eyed Bulma. Her large blue eyes gazed up at him expectantly, waiting for anything, any words, just something to cure her from her heartbroken wound. The torment behind her eyes began to surface in her face clearly, as plainly as the light of day. Vegeta fought the emotions, so that they didn't fall pray to her display of emotions. The sensations were so complex that they did not have a name in any language. It was just the backlash of a teenage romance gone wrong. Vegeta put on his cold front again; he glanced down at Bulma.
The emotions in her started to brake her proud demeanor before she could even say a word. Bulma's face started to battle--she blinked it, squinted slightly, and scrunched it together trying to keep the tears from falling. Her lips contorted themselves as the veins on her neck started to bulge. Her face finally broke off helplessly as she started to cry freely. It wasn't willingly, more it was helpless, she just couldn't do anything else. The stream of tears crawled out of the corner of her left eye and forged their way down the side of her delicately pale face. The silver river of tears silently glistening in the twilight of the setting sun behind them. Bulma could not bring herself to stop from crying, at that point, she didn't care if Vegeta was watching her.
In a much less dramatic way, Vegeta's face began to soften, just not as visibly. He reached out to touch Bulma; it had been so long that her body almost fit eccentrically in his arms as he bent to hold her. There were no words to describe what they were both feeling. It was a sense of loneliness that was slowly being overcome by the presence of the other. And no matter how hard they both tried to deny it, it was clear as glass. They needed each other, to live, to breathe, to wake up in the morning. It was the knowledge that someone out there loved them which kept both of them going, it was signification of the love that still hadn't died over time. However, there were still things that they needed to say to each other. Bulma was the first to brake their embrace with the questions she had on her mind.
"Where did you go? Why did you leave me?"
Vegeta could barley hear Bulma as she tried to form the sentences, he could hardly find his voice, let alone explain himself. "Onna..." He began speaking in the best and only way that he knew how.
Pulling back completely Bulma forced her eyes down on the ground, knowing that the ground would do anything but mock and or judge her. "You honestly thought that I would have cheated on you?!" Bulma took that time to allow herself to move out of Vegeta's line of sight. She placed her hands on her hips trying to regain her composure and picked her eyes up from the ground.
He moved in to kiss her lips, to both silence her and to try to make things better in one of the other ways he knew how. Vegeta's lips fell from his target horribly askew. It was obvious that she didn't want to be kissed, her brows knitted together and her face was changing in emotion once more. He could tell that something about the formation of his actions had hurt and or upset her. The older boy could see it written all over her angelic face in large bold print. The provocation was spread in the tightness around her two-toned lips. Those very same lips, so soft that he had once compared them to the fist drink of wine after crossing the desert, but of course the best of wine was squeezed from the bitter grapes of wrath. Since a few weeks prior to their separation, not only her kisses, but also everything about her had been perfunctory, at best. In her worse days all of her actions seemed damn right reluctant. However way things went, even if her lips and intentions remained well at heart, her words were almost always enough to send anyone packing. They were always double-edged and merciless, like a sharpened sword. Bulma was always complaining, or so it seemed to Vegeta and to top things off, he never listened to her; he had learned to drown it out. So for all he knew, she might have had a good reason to be complaining.
The thing that confused Bulma the most was, since when had Vegeta's compassionate worrying turned into such unforgivable actions? Even after all that had happened, he did seem honestly bewildered when she pulled away from him, tears of hurt and rage filling her eyes. A part of her was telling her that he seriously wanted to make up with her, he had come and asked her for their meeting, hadn't he? Or had that just been the end result of some hour-long speech Goku had given Vegeta? She didn't know, nor did it matter, he was there and they were forced to face the situation, gulping back the new threat of tears rushing to her eyes Bulma rose her voice to speak again. "How could you really believe I would diss you like that?"
Vegeta sighed. "Well baka, you didn't deny it." Vegeta pointed out.
Bulma glared up at the sky, the big, bad, wide, endless sky, channeling all of her emotions up there. It looked as if it were going to rain.... When she returned her mind back to Earth, she said very simply to Vegeta, "I didn't say anything." She reminded him and then took a pause. "I couldn't believe you were treating me that way. I had called you over that night to tell you something important." Bulma muttered. "But that doesn't matter anymore."
Vegeta allowed a small hint of shame, the fear of being wrong, which he never was, march along his eyes. "Then why the fuck did you lie to me about seeing Kenji!? Why did you have to hide it from me? What about the pictures?!"
Bulma felt the sky darken. She knew the rain was coming soon. But she didn't care; rather a part of her welcomed it. "How could you think I would cheat on you...?" Bulma trailed off.
"Then why onna, why would you lie to me?!" Vegeta knew she was trying to dodge the question by making playing the guilt game with him, he wasn't in the mood to play childish games.
"I would expect something like that from Yamcha, but never from you. Me, cheat on you? The only man I've ever really loved with all of my heart? The man who took my virginity!?"
Vegeta hissed. "Onna, answer me!" She was fencing with him and he was growing tired of it.
"Vegeta you were my boyfriend, I'm not Terra! I love you and most of all I respected you like no other man alive!" Declared Bulma, a very serious looking crossing her face. "I risked the love and the trust of my friends and family for you!"
"ANSWER ME Goddammit!" Vegeta yelled at Bulma, taking a strong hold of her arm and pulling her towards him, shaking her hair forward then sending it back as he sent her body back as well. "Why did you agree to see him when you knew that we were together?!" He was livid.
With eyes that shared the story of a million sleepless nights, Bulma replied, "Because..." she began. Bulma sighed. "Kenji is my cousin."
~*~
A pair of hands formed together in mock prayer before a face filled of confusion, the fingers slowly touched upon the forehead of the face belonging to the person. Thoughts swam around their mind...could it all have been true? Goku let out a long, strained, sigh of desperation; he still hoped, prayed, that it was all a lie. He had known Bulma all of his life, they had grown up together since the day of their meeting. While he might have been a few months in her minor, he loved her and looked after her like a sister his parents were never blessed with. The set of helpless eyes glanced out of the window desperately, Bulma wasn't like that, she would never do that....
"Goku I know this is hard on you." Terra's voice was surprisingly warm. "But we were shocked as well."
Suddenly Goku narrowed his eyes, his desperation turned from apprehension to resentment directed towards the young woman sitting on his couch, next to his girlfriend. "You don't know her." Goku hissed. "You're trying to use this against her! You just want Vegeta for yourself!"
It was time for Chi-Chi to step into the conversation. "No, Son-Kun, she's not trying do anything like that this time." There was a heavy level of lament in Chi-Chi's speech. "Bulma hid this on purpose from Vegeta, and now," she looked up. "If you told me the truth, they should be making up."
He took a stand. "And how is that wrong?! They belong together. Everyone in this room knows it."
To everyone's surprise, Terra nodded. "They do belong together. They're perfect for each other." She admitted not in the least bit resentfully. "But, Bulma might want revenge from Vegeta."
This confused Goku to no end. "NANI!?"
"Women forgive," Terra stated, getting up and walking over to the fireplace a few feet away from them. She placed her arm over the mantle then leaned her forehead on the flesh of her arm. Her head then slowly returned to face the others in the room. "But they never forget."
"Exactly." Chi-Chi backed Terra up fully on her theory.
"What are you two getting at?"
Chi-Chi met her eyes with her boyfriend's dark eyes. "Do you think she'll let all of those sleepless night and heartbroken days slide by as if they never happened just because they made up?" The thought caused Goku to become pensive. "See?" Chi-Chi continued. "There is a chance that she just might use all of this against Vegeta in many forms."
There was a frantic shaking of a head. "No. She's just not like that."
"Oh Son-Kun open your eyes!" Chi-Chi stood up as well, she sauntered over to Goku and placed her hands on his knees, bending to his eye level. This time she lowered her voice from it's previous yell. "She tried to kill herself, what makes you think she wouldn't do something like that just because?"
"So," Terra returned to the discussion. "Might we continue?"
There was an unbearable silence falling over the room. Goku was caving in. "Continue..."
~*~
Vegeta released his blue haired companion the very moment those words left her lips, he took a step back from her. "You cousin?" Vegeta had an unreadable look on his face. "But how?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
The girl to whom his comment had been directed to took a seat back on the steps. "I couldn't tell you. Not after what you had done to me. I wanted to tell you, I did, but I knew that by then you wouldn't have believed me." Her head lifted; she paused to take a breath. "My father called Kenji into town, he offered me a job to show him around town. He basically wanted me to help Kenji to have a good time here."
"But onna..."
"I never got the chance to tell you anything. You had branded me a slut long before I could even reason with you." Bulma had once again lost the battle to keep her eyes dry. Tears were flowing freely as she accepted defeat graciously. With streaming eyes, she faced her accuser, her lover, her boyfriend, and the father of her child.
"You kissed Kenji. What about those photos?"
The blue-haired teen dropped her head down. "Vegeta, I kissed him once, on the lips quickly and that's because I was just being polite. And the photos...god. You have no idea what was going on. I can just tell you that I never had anything with him. He is my cousin! I'm not a fucking redneck!"
"What about the hotel room?"
There was a moment of silence.
"You two were up there for three fucking hours!"
Bulma nodded. "Yes, we were."
Vegeta balled his hands to a fist at his side as once again he glared at The goddess in his line of sight. She motioned for him to sit next to her. Not knowing what else to do, Vegeta did so. "Why so long?"
"Me and Kenji use to be close as children. But when middle school came around and all, we lost track of our friendship. We were both different, and I started dating Yamcha. Since Kenji and I look nothing alike, Yamcha thought that I was cheating on him. That's why I was so scared to tell you about Kenji. The fear that you wouldn't believe me." The voice broke; she stopped for a moment, it had started to rain. "We went up to the hotel so that we could talk freely. Without any interruptions. We watched TV, talked, and listened to music. We just wanted to rediscover the friendship that we had lost."
Vegeta listened to her reasoning, so far it was all sounding along the lines of the truth even if, he knew she was nowhere near being finished.
"I wanted to get to know him again, and then introduce him to everyone as my cousin. Vegeta baby, I was just scared of what you would think about him. I needed to make sure that you wouldn't react like Yamcha did."
Taking Bulma's slender hands in his own, Her prince took a deep long look in Bulma's eyes. They were so calm and sincere, there was no way that she could have been lying. As his woman, Vegeta knew when Bulma was lying and when she wasn't. This time, there were no lies in her words. She had been telling the truth. He had been wrong. Hating himself for his previous assumptions, He dared opened his lips once more, his voice braved the fear and he spoke. "Onna you should know that I am not that bastard. I will never be." He muttered to her. "I promise."
The darkened boy thought about what he had been told for a moment. Bulma's words were making more than perfect sense. In all of the pictures of Bulma and Kenji there weren't too many things going on by mere touches that could have been misperceived as flirtation by the untrained eye. Now that he made himself think of it, there were many photos that could have simply been normal behavior between cousins, they hadn't held a long passionate kiss. He finally realized that he had had allowed Terra to brainwash him, with her thoughts and her accusations in his head it had been no wonder that he had thought Bulma out to be a cheat. If this was anyone's fault, it was Terra's.
So there he had it. The entire reason behind the hiatus that they had taken from each other. The sleepless nights, the tears, the emotions, everything had wound down to a misunderstanding.
Bulma reached over and hugged Her knight in shinning armor. He smirked at her and then took a glance up at the rain. He stood up and took her with him. She screeched. "VEGETA NO!" He picked her up into his arms and kissed her lips tightly.
This sent laughter from Bulma running into his ears. "I'm so sorry." Bulma called to her very wet boyfriend.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist, and pulled her up. "I know." He muttered in her ears.
Bulma leaned her head on his shoulder. The rain falling on both of them, but she didn't care, she had what she wanted right there. "I love you!" She yelled as thunder clapped in the sky.
Vegeta smirked. He heard her. "I know onna, I know." He kissed the top of her wet head. It was a kiss that led to a full out make out in the middle of her font yard, in the rain. Bulma hated to admit it but she was very turned on. Droplets of water slid down the side of Vegeta's lean face. Bulma decided that he had never looked so attractive before in his life. His hard cold eyes were filled with something different, something that could have almost been mistaken for kindness. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. The water between them made it seem as if they were going to melt into one another. Bulma rested her head on his wet chest.
Pulling her face in his hands Vegeta tipped her chin up, for one more powerful kiss full of passion and rain. Their wet, cold, bodies entwined with one another, seeking comfort and heat. For a moment that was all that was known to them, the passion of the other's touch. Bulma seemed she was going to drown in the passion rather than the heavy rain. A clap of thunder was heard once more, Bulma shivered and leaned into Vegeta. He glanced down at her, his wet angle.
"We've had our fun onna. Now get inside before you catch something and die."
Bulma smiled up at the eyes of her man, the dark eyes that held volumes of word left untold. Those might not have been the warmest words to say it in, but she knew Vegeta was worried for her health. Coming form him; that was a sweet as things were going to get. "Isn't that what you want?" She teased him lovingly.
Vegeta shook his head as she walked with her back to the steps. "If you're going to die," he began. "You're going to die at my hands. Now go."
Bulma stole one last kiss from Vegeta. "I love you so much." Her body responded to the feeling of him embracing her body with his own.
"I don't blame you."
Deciding that Vegeta would never say the three dreaded words, she walked to her door and took her cell phone with her. She smiled back at him once more and then shut the door behind her. She leaned on the shut door once inside. Bulma let out a large, content sigh. Things were good; things were normal and there was even a feeling inside of her that told her nothing could bring her down. She walked up to her room and decided that a good sleep was in order. She was almost one hundred percent sure that this was best night's sleep she was going to get in a long time. Her thoughts were right.
~*~
"Now that you know the truth," the female paused. "You know what you have to do." Terra curled a long strand of her green hair along her finger calmly. Her friend seemed to agree.
"She's right Goku."
The boy was left at a disadvantage, everything they were saying sounded close enough to point to betrayal, but his mind and his heart kept telling him that Bulma had good intentions. He was ever so bewildered. What exactly was the right thing to do here? His eyes moved from Terra to Chi-Chi to his cell phone and back, then taking the phone into his hands he sat there as helpless as before.
"Well Goku?" Terra tilted her head to the side, the fire playing with her cold features. "What'll be."
The dark eyes took in the silver phone resting in his hands. Yes, what will it be? Not even he knew the outcome to this dilemma.
~*~
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