A Twist of Fate-Chapter 12
Vegeta looked up from his training when he heard the door open. He narrowed his eyes when he saw who walked through that door. What does she want? He frowned when he got a good look at her face. She looked like she found something out she really didn't want to know! He had felt Goku's ki a while ago, but had decided to leave him alone. He had figured that Goku had come for his son. He doesn't know why Goku hadn't just told him to come home through thought. Probably to see Trista! He smirked. Getting a look at Trista now, he wonders what happened. He shrugged to himself, not really worried about it. He crossed his arms and waited for her to speak. He quickly looked at the gravity monitor to make sure she could take the pull of the gravity. Then he snorted, realizing a second later that she could take more gravity than him, but he wasn't about to say that aloud! Trista stood gazing at the ground when she walked in, but she looked up at Vegeta now. She had a frown on her face, and she looked like she had been crying. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Could I train with you?" Trista said quietly.
Vegeta nodded, still wondering about her wet face. She didn't bother wiping her eyes. She flew up towards him and stopped a couple of feet away from him. Vegeta readied himself, Trista doing the same. Then his eyes widened slightly when her face crunched up in anger. She clenched her teeth and flew at him. Vegeta's brow furrowed in thought. What brought this on? Then he mentally shrugged. At least I can get a good workout out of her. He smirked as he dodged her punch. She's getting much better. Then he changed his assumption as her knee connected with his stomach. The air flew out of him and he gasped. Ok, She's getting a whole lot better! She clenched her fists together and hit him between his shoulder blades. The sound of him hitting the floor bounced off the walls. He rose onto his hands and knees, his teeth clenched. She must be really mad! He mused. He saw her feet as they touched the floor in front of him. He slowly got to his feet, glaring at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't have the chance as her fist connected with his jaw. He flew backwards, then let out a burst of energy, stopping himself. His teeth clenched as he flew at her. She stood there in stony silence, no expression on her face. Then she powered up, and flew at him. Their fists and legs connected with a bang. Vegeta quickly assumed defense, dodging her kicks and punches. She let out a yell of frustration and slammed her fist into his gut. He gasped and quickly dodged her knee. She advanced on him, forcing him back into the wall. I can't even get a punch in! He thought, surprised at her speed. He brought his own knee up to block hers, and glanced up. Her fist was the last thing he saw before everything went black.
Vegeta slowly came out of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them at the glare of light. He turned his head away and tried again. Soon everything came into focus and he realized he was in his room. Then his face turned beet red as he remembered exactly how he got here. He jerked his head towards a movement. He narrowed his eyes when his gaze rested on Bulma, sitting at his desk beside his bed, sound asleep. She sighed and opened her eyes. She came fully awake when she realized that Vegeta had awakened. She then proceeded to fuss over him, checking for any sign of disorientation, etc. He frowned at her mothering.
"Stop smothering me woman!" Bulma humphed, then left the room.
Vegeta scowled, feeling like an idiot. Granted, she was his wife, but she didn't have to baby him! Secretly, he liked it. He gave a frustrated growl and sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He ignored the wave of dizziness as he stood up. He paused, waiting for it to pass, then jerked on his pants. He mumbled angrily to himself, still not believing he got knocked out by a woman! Of all the obsurred....he growled. He stomped down the hall, and into the kitchen. He glared at Trista, who was sitting at the table. She noticed his glare and rolled her eyes at him. Men have such big egos! She snorted. She polished off her lunch and went to go watch T.V, leaving Vegeta to simmer in anger. Bulma sat a plate full of food in front of him, and realizing he was starving, he dove in. Bulma smirked at his appetite, but silently thanked the Gods he was alright. He had her worried for a while. Then she had chided herself, telling herself that of course he'll be alright, after all, it's Vegeta! She remembered how scared she was when they finally pulled him out of the ruble that is now the gravity room. She had figured he blew it up again, but had been very surprised when it turned out to be Trista who had blown it up. She had quickly jumped up from her desk when she heard the ground shake, then a loud boom. She had ran outside, along with everyone else. Trista had been standing there, not a scratch on her. Her fists had been clenched and she looked like she was about to kill Vegeta. She had such a look of rage and helplessness on her face that Bulma's heart went immediately out to the girl. She then glanced down and realized Vegeta was lying there, a wallop of a bruise forming on his face. She had bent down to check if he in fact was actually still breathing. She glanced from the bruise to Trista's clenched fists, to her face. She realized that Trista was the reason Vegeta was out cold and the gravity room blown up. She didn't yell or complain about it like she usually does to Vegeta, probably because it's a rare accurance to get Trista that pissed off. Trista hadn't mentioned it after that, and Bulma took her lead, telling everyone not to even bring the subject up. Especially around Trista. She still hadn't explained exactly what happened or what got her so mad. Bulma glanced again at Vegeta, and shook her head. Same old Vegeta! She smiled at that, then made her way towards her work room.
Vegeta slowly walked into the living room. Trista sat, staring at the T.V, bored out of her mind. He glanced at her, then settled himself on the couch. They sat in silence for a few moments, then Trista turned to him. She opened her mouth to say something and he tensed. She closed her mouth and sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry for what happened, but..."
Vegeta cut in. "I don't want to talk about it."
Trista glared at him, then realized that he was embarrassed. His cheeks had turned red and his whole body was tense. She turned away from him, and sat back against the couch. Fine, she thought, if he don't want to talk about it, then she didn't either. She crossed her arms and frowned. Both of them stared at the T.V, listening as the voice in the commercial tried to convince them that they had the best make-up on the market. Trista growled in frustration, then reached over and turned it off. There was silence for a moment before Vegeta spoke.
"Why were you so mad?" he asked softly.
Trista didn't try to pretend to not know what he was talking about. She balled her fists in her lap, and closed her eyes. Vegeta quickly glanced at her, then looked away.
"What did you find out that made you so pissed off? What got you so riled up for you to go and fight with me?" He turned fully towards her, waiting for her to answer.
She glared at him, then looked away. She shook her head, refusing to answer. Vegeta growled and grasped her chin. He turned her face towards him and repeated his question through clenched teeth. He held her chin until she jerked away.
"Fine." She spat at him, her eyes shooting sparks. He could tell she was thinking of how much to tell him. He narrowed his eyes.
"Don't leave anything out." He frowned.
Trista's lips narrowed into a thin line, then she sighed.
"I have a friend that told me something that I would have preferred not to know." She paused.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow.
"She told me," she stopped, and glared at Vegeta. "You promise me first not to tell anyone about this."
Vegeta gazed at her for a moment. "I promise."
Trista watched his face, then started again. "She told me that she was in love with this jerk. I got mad because she had to be stupid and fall in love with him and they don't even like each other, as far as their attitudes go. And from what I saw and heard, he doesn't even like to be around her!"
Trista frowned and folded her arms.
"And this friend is?"
Trista snorted. "I'm not telling you who it is. That's all your going to find out from me!"
"Does she live around here?" Vegeta asked curiously.
"Yes." Trista responded, slowly.
"Who's this guy she's in love with?"
Trista narrowed her eyes. "Why the twenty questions!?"
"I haven't asked twenty questions. If I do, you will know!"
Trista rolled her eyes. "It's an expression, you idiot. What it means is why are you asking all these questions?"
"You brought the person up. I was merely trying to understand the situation."
Trista snorted. "You're the one that asked me why I was SO mad, and what's to understand!? I know someone who is acting stupid, and I got pissed about it. End of story!!"
Vegeta watched her closely, then his lips twitched. "The stupid person wouldn't happen to be you, would it?"
Trista's nostrils flared and her face became red. "NO!!"
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. Trista shrugged her shoulders, and gazed at her fingernails. She doesn't give a damn what he thinks! Vegeta grinned and stood up. Time to visit that annoying saiyan, and his kid too. Vegeta scowled, and made his way outside. He had no idea what Goku's feeling for her was, but he was about to find out. Trista didn't come right out and say it, but he wasn't stupid enough not to notice the signs. Then he wondered what Bulma would think of all this! He suddenly changed his course, and instead of going outside, went down the hall to her office. He had a nagging feeling that she already knew, but he was going to tell her what he found out anyways. He grinned. This was going to be fun, and he just knew Bulma was going to get a kick out of this too.
Vegeta looked up from his training when he heard the door open. He narrowed his eyes when he saw who walked through that door. What does she want? He frowned when he got a good look at her face. She looked like she found something out she really didn't want to know! He had felt Goku's ki a while ago, but had decided to leave him alone. He had figured that Goku had come for his son. He doesn't know why Goku hadn't just told him to come home through thought. Probably to see Trista! He smirked. Getting a look at Trista now, he wonders what happened. He shrugged to himself, not really worried about it. He crossed his arms and waited for her to speak. He quickly looked at the gravity monitor to make sure she could take the pull of the gravity. Then he snorted, realizing a second later that she could take more gravity than him, but he wasn't about to say that aloud! Trista stood gazing at the ground when she walked in, but she looked up at Vegeta now. She had a frown on her face, and she looked like she had been crying. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Could I train with you?" Trista said quietly.
Vegeta nodded, still wondering about her wet face. She didn't bother wiping her eyes. She flew up towards him and stopped a couple of feet away from him. Vegeta readied himself, Trista doing the same. Then his eyes widened slightly when her face crunched up in anger. She clenched her teeth and flew at him. Vegeta's brow furrowed in thought. What brought this on? Then he mentally shrugged. At least I can get a good workout out of her. He smirked as he dodged her punch. She's getting much better. Then he changed his assumption as her knee connected with his stomach. The air flew out of him and he gasped. Ok, She's getting a whole lot better! She clenched her fists together and hit him between his shoulder blades. The sound of him hitting the floor bounced off the walls. He rose onto his hands and knees, his teeth clenched. She must be really mad! He mused. He saw her feet as they touched the floor in front of him. He slowly got to his feet, glaring at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't have the chance as her fist connected with his jaw. He flew backwards, then let out a burst of energy, stopping himself. His teeth clenched as he flew at her. She stood there in stony silence, no expression on her face. Then she powered up, and flew at him. Their fists and legs connected with a bang. Vegeta quickly assumed defense, dodging her kicks and punches. She let out a yell of frustration and slammed her fist into his gut. He gasped and quickly dodged her knee. She advanced on him, forcing him back into the wall. I can't even get a punch in! He thought, surprised at her speed. He brought his own knee up to block hers, and glanced up. Her fist was the last thing he saw before everything went black.
Vegeta slowly came out of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes, but quickly closed them at the glare of light. He turned his head away and tried again. Soon everything came into focus and he realized he was in his room. Then his face turned beet red as he remembered exactly how he got here. He jerked his head towards a movement. He narrowed his eyes when his gaze rested on Bulma, sitting at his desk beside his bed, sound asleep. She sighed and opened her eyes. She came fully awake when she realized that Vegeta had awakened. She then proceeded to fuss over him, checking for any sign of disorientation, etc. He frowned at her mothering.
"Stop smothering me woman!" Bulma humphed, then left the room.
Vegeta scowled, feeling like an idiot. Granted, she was his wife, but she didn't have to baby him! Secretly, he liked it. He gave a frustrated growl and sat up in bed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He ignored the wave of dizziness as he stood up. He paused, waiting for it to pass, then jerked on his pants. He mumbled angrily to himself, still not believing he got knocked out by a woman! Of all the obsurred....he growled. He stomped down the hall, and into the kitchen. He glared at Trista, who was sitting at the table. She noticed his glare and rolled her eyes at him. Men have such big egos! She snorted. She polished off her lunch and went to go watch T.V, leaving Vegeta to simmer in anger. Bulma sat a plate full of food in front of him, and realizing he was starving, he dove in. Bulma smirked at his appetite, but silently thanked the Gods he was alright. He had her worried for a while. Then she had chided herself, telling herself that of course he'll be alright, after all, it's Vegeta! She remembered how scared she was when they finally pulled him out of the ruble that is now the gravity room. She had figured he blew it up again, but had been very surprised when it turned out to be Trista who had blown it up. She had quickly jumped up from her desk when she heard the ground shake, then a loud boom. She had ran outside, along with everyone else. Trista had been standing there, not a scratch on her. Her fists had been clenched and she looked like she was about to kill Vegeta. She had such a look of rage and helplessness on her face that Bulma's heart went immediately out to the girl. She then glanced down and realized Vegeta was lying there, a wallop of a bruise forming on his face. She had bent down to check if he in fact was actually still breathing. She glanced from the bruise to Trista's clenched fists, to her face. She realized that Trista was the reason Vegeta was out cold and the gravity room blown up. She didn't yell or complain about it like she usually does to Vegeta, probably because it's a rare accurance to get Trista that pissed off. Trista hadn't mentioned it after that, and Bulma took her lead, telling everyone not to even bring the subject up. Especially around Trista. She still hadn't explained exactly what happened or what got her so mad. Bulma glanced again at Vegeta, and shook her head. Same old Vegeta! She smiled at that, then made her way towards her work room.
Vegeta slowly walked into the living room. Trista sat, staring at the T.V, bored out of her mind. He glanced at her, then settled himself on the couch. They sat in silence for a few moments, then Trista turned to him. She opened her mouth to say something and he tensed. She closed her mouth and sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry for what happened, but..."
Vegeta cut in. "I don't want to talk about it."
Trista glared at him, then realized that he was embarrassed. His cheeks had turned red and his whole body was tense. She turned away from him, and sat back against the couch. Fine, she thought, if he don't want to talk about it, then she didn't either. She crossed her arms and frowned. Both of them stared at the T.V, listening as the voice in the commercial tried to convince them that they had the best make-up on the market. Trista growled in frustration, then reached over and turned it off. There was silence for a moment before Vegeta spoke.
"Why were you so mad?" he asked softly.
Trista didn't try to pretend to not know what he was talking about. She balled her fists in her lap, and closed her eyes. Vegeta quickly glanced at her, then looked away.
"What did you find out that made you so pissed off? What got you so riled up for you to go and fight with me?" He turned fully towards her, waiting for her to answer.
She glared at him, then looked away. She shook her head, refusing to answer. Vegeta growled and grasped her chin. He turned her face towards him and repeated his question through clenched teeth. He held her chin until she jerked away.
"Fine." She spat at him, her eyes shooting sparks. He could tell she was thinking of how much to tell him. He narrowed his eyes.
"Don't leave anything out." He frowned.
Trista's lips narrowed into a thin line, then she sighed.
"I have a friend that told me something that I would have preferred not to know." She paused.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow.
"She told me," she stopped, and glared at Vegeta. "You promise me first not to tell anyone about this."
Vegeta gazed at her for a moment. "I promise."
Trista watched his face, then started again. "She told me that she was in love with this jerk. I got mad because she had to be stupid and fall in love with him and they don't even like each other, as far as their attitudes go. And from what I saw and heard, he doesn't even like to be around her!"
Trista frowned and folded her arms.
"And this friend is?"
Trista snorted. "I'm not telling you who it is. That's all your going to find out from me!"
"Does she live around here?" Vegeta asked curiously.
"Yes." Trista responded, slowly.
"Who's this guy she's in love with?"
Trista narrowed her eyes. "Why the twenty questions!?"
"I haven't asked twenty questions. If I do, you will know!"
Trista rolled her eyes. "It's an expression, you idiot. What it means is why are you asking all these questions?"
"You brought the person up. I was merely trying to understand the situation."
Trista snorted. "You're the one that asked me why I was SO mad, and what's to understand!? I know someone who is acting stupid, and I got pissed about it. End of story!!"
Vegeta watched her closely, then his lips twitched. "The stupid person wouldn't happen to be you, would it?"
Trista's nostrils flared and her face became red. "NO!!"
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. Trista shrugged her shoulders, and gazed at her fingernails. She doesn't give a damn what he thinks! Vegeta grinned and stood up. Time to visit that annoying saiyan, and his kid too. Vegeta scowled, and made his way outside. He had no idea what Goku's feeling for her was, but he was about to find out. Trista didn't come right out and say it, but he wasn't stupid enough not to notice the signs. Then he wondered what Bulma would think of all this! He suddenly changed his course, and instead of going outside, went down the hall to her office. He had a nagging feeling that she already knew, but he was going to tell her what he found out anyways. He grinned. This was going to be fun, and he just knew Bulma was going to get a kick out of this too.