A Twist of Fate-Chapter 14
"Can you hear anything?" Bulma asked, her ear pressed to the bathroom door.
Vegeta scowled. "Be quiet woman!"
Bulma smacked him on the head and opened her mouth to argue, but Vegeta put a hand over it.
"If you do that, you'll give us away. Do you want to do that?" he whispered. Bulma silently shook her head.
They quickly turned their focus back to the occupants of the bathroom. Bulma had seen Goku quickly pull Trista into the room, and had rushed to get Vegeta, hurrying him up in case she missed anything. He told her that she should stay out of their business, but he himself had pressed his ear to the door, straining to hear what was going on. She quickly came out of her thoughts when she heard raised voices from the other side of the door. Goku was yelling at Trista about something. Bulma tried to press closer to the door, but she was against it as far as she would go. She scowled down at Vegeta. He was taking up the room! She nudged him, gesturing for him to move, but he waved her away, intent on finding out what was going on in there. She stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at her childish antics. She smiled sweetly at him, right before she knocked him over. There, she thought, now I can hear better. Vegeta growled at her and she gestured for him to be quiet, then pointed to the door. He quickly got up and pressed his ear to the door again. Bulma's brows furrowed as she tried to grasp what Goku was yelling about. Even though he was yelling, these were also thick doors. She caught some words, but not enough to make sense of them. She frowned. What was he talking about? "bath", "bed", and "jackass?" Then her mouth twitched at the last word. That must be what Trista had called him at one point in time. Then she came to another conclusion, which really surprised her. Goku was the first one to blow up, not Trista, as she had expected! Goku has always been level- headed, so he must be really mad to be going off like he is now! Bulma glanced up at Vegeta, noticing that he had realized that as well. They both shook their head at the same time, and smothered laughter. They were both thinking the same thing. Goku and Trista should just have sex and get it over with! Bulma rolled her eyes at her husband, because they both know that that was what all the damn tension was between the fighters.
Goku was looking at her as if he really wanted to hurt her, Trista thought, backing up a step. He hadn't even given her any time to say a word here and there! He had blown up, which really surprised her. He hadn't seemed the blow-up type, but looking at him now, she realized she was wrong. He looked like he was about to ring her neck! She gulped, and gripped the counter behind her. She could feel the marble chipping away beneath her clenched fingers. Sorry Bulma! She thought, then almost laughed. She was worried about a marble counter, when Goku was standing not two feet away, ready to kill her! She must be losing her mind! Her eyes went to Goku's face again, which was contorted in anger. A muscle ticked in his jaw and his face was red. His muscles had responded to his rage, which were now bulging against his clothing. She glanced at his clenched fists. She doesn't think he was the sort to hit woman, but she had been mistaken before about some things. Her body tensed. If he so much as lifts his arm! She thought, watching his every move. Goku saw her body tense, and her glance at his fists. For her to even think he would ever hit a woman, let alone her, sent a deep pain straight through his heart. She doesn't trust me, he realized. He could feel his anger evaporating, surprised himself that he had gotten so mad. He just had so much bottled up inside! And when he had seen her coming down the hall with his son, he had acted on impulse and now, here they were, practically ready to fight. He admits he had lost his temper. But damn it! The time away from her and plus the way she had acted towards him had made him so frustrated! And when she had acted so prissy towards him after he dragged her into this room had been the last straw. He inwardly sighed and ran a hand threw his hair. He gazed at Trista. She was still tense, watching him. He groaned in frustration and reached for her.
"Come here," he said gruffly.
He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She stayed tense for a moment, then finally relaxed, settling her hand on his forearm. He rubbed his hand up and down her back. She breathed in the scent of him. Very male, very Goku. She completely relaxed in his hold and finally let the tears come. Goku's brow furrowed when he felt her shoulders shake, then she released a sob. He gathered her closer to him and murmured loving words into her ear. He ran his hand through her hair, then rested them on her shoulders. He drew back, tilting her chin up with a gentle touch of his hand. She sniffled. He wiped a tear away from her cheek with his thumb.
"Why are you crying Trista?" he asked softly. Trista shook her head.
Goku's lips twitched into a tender smile. "You can tell me. If it's about me yelling at you, then I'm sorry-," He paused when she started shaking her head.
"It's not about that. I just-,"she stopped and slowly shook her head a second time. She gave a wave of her hand. "Just forget it. It's probably just stress."
Goku watched her for a moment longer, then slowly released her. She sighed to herself, already missing his strength, his warmth. Trista quickly turned to the sink and splashed water on her face. Goku handed her a towel, then shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn't know what to say to her. I love you! His mind answered. He scowled to himself. That wasn't going to work. He didn't even know if she had any feelings for him. And he hated to admit it, but he was scared to ask her! Goku's mouth twisted. He doesn't think he's ever been that scared in his life, just to ask a question! Not with Frieza! Not with the androids or Cell! Not even with Buu, who had blown up the planet! How could a single woman bring a man like him to his knees!? He heard his mind answer. It's called love! Get used to it!! He ran a hand threw his hair. What was he going to do? He looked up when Trista said his name. God, she's beautiful! He looked at her, and it hit him right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, when he realized just how much he loved her. I didn't even love Chichi this much! He felt no shame at that statement, because he had realized a long time ago that he loved Chichi like a husband should. Like a man should for the woman who bore his children. But it hadn't been this soul shattering! This wonderful! He never felt for Chichi the way he feels towards Trista. Not this body craving, this hunger for another person! He felt his insides quiver. He had loved Chichi, but it hadn't been nothing like this! He tore his gaze away, mumbling something about them eating dinner. She had stared at him for a few minutes as if he had grown another head, then she nodded. He ran a hand through his hair again, wondering if perhaps Bulma could help him out.
Bulma and Vegeta listened intently for anything through the door. They had heard Goku yelling, then he had just stopped, and there had been silence. Vegeta had mumbled something about Trista killing Goku, and Bulma had smacked him. He had yelped, and she smacked him a second time, gesturing that they were going to be caught because of his big mouth! He had narrowed his eyes at her and Bulma had quirked an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. They had glared at one another until they heard mumbling again. Vegeta had made a move to put his ear to the door again, and Bulma was silently trying to tell him NO! He didn't listen. Bulma backed up and made herself invisible by going around the corner. Just then the door opened, and Vegeta's head went flying backward. He stumbled a few steps before landing on his rear end. He rubbed his bruised forehead. And his bruised butt. He had landed on the other side of the door, so Goku and Trista didn't see him. They were talking softly to one another, heading for the kitchen. He suddenly heard giggling coming from a particular corner. He frowned at it, knowing his wife was on the other side.
"Shut up," he said, but without any conviction.
Bulma poked her head around the corner, a grin plastered on her face.
"I told you to get away from the door Vegeta! You didn't listen. It's your own fault!" she snickered at him.
He glared at her from his sitting position. "Oh, like I'm supposed to know what this is," he stated, copying the same frantic hand gestures she had sent him earlier.
Bulma rolled her eyes, then she stuck her tongue out. Vegeta's eyes narrowed.
"Do that again and see what happens!" he growled, his eyes hooded.
Bulma, believing he wouldn't do anything, did it again. With a speed that she, of course, couldn't follow, Vegeta jumped up and grasped her tongue between his teeth. Bulma's eyes widened.
"Thet thee tho!"
Vegeta shook his head, grazing his teeth against her tongue. Bulma resisted the urge to groan. I won't give him the satisfaction!! Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist and drew into the now unoccupied bathroom. Bulma gave a small shriek. Vegeta reached behind her and locked the door, then he let her tongue go.
Bulma cleared her throat. "We're going to be late for dinner," she said, not really worried.
Vegeta smirked. "So!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "And be rude to our guest, I" she was cut off by his lips crushing hers. She shuddered.
Vegeta pulled his head back a little, grazing his lips across her own. "Don't you ever stop talking?" he asked softly.
Bulma almost opened her mouth to argue, but noticed the teasing glint in his eyes. She smiled. This was rare, so I'd better enjoy it, she thought. She grabbed the back of his head and lowered his mouth to hers.
Later, Vegeta looked down at his sleeping wife cuddle in the crook of his arm. Then he smiled to himself, answering his own question. He sure as hell was glad that she hadn't stopped talking! Then he quirked an eyebrow. All that mewing and groaning must have tired her out! He thought, chuckling. He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering how life got so good!
"Can you hear anything?" Bulma asked, her ear pressed to the bathroom door.
Vegeta scowled. "Be quiet woman!"
Bulma smacked him on the head and opened her mouth to argue, but Vegeta put a hand over it.
"If you do that, you'll give us away. Do you want to do that?" he whispered. Bulma silently shook her head.
They quickly turned their focus back to the occupants of the bathroom. Bulma had seen Goku quickly pull Trista into the room, and had rushed to get Vegeta, hurrying him up in case she missed anything. He told her that she should stay out of their business, but he himself had pressed his ear to the door, straining to hear what was going on. She quickly came out of her thoughts when she heard raised voices from the other side of the door. Goku was yelling at Trista about something. Bulma tried to press closer to the door, but she was against it as far as she would go. She scowled down at Vegeta. He was taking up the room! She nudged him, gesturing for him to move, but he waved her away, intent on finding out what was going on in there. She stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at her childish antics. She smiled sweetly at him, right before she knocked him over. There, she thought, now I can hear better. Vegeta growled at her and she gestured for him to be quiet, then pointed to the door. He quickly got up and pressed his ear to the door again. Bulma's brows furrowed as she tried to grasp what Goku was yelling about. Even though he was yelling, these were also thick doors. She caught some words, but not enough to make sense of them. She frowned. What was he talking about? "bath", "bed", and "jackass?" Then her mouth twitched at the last word. That must be what Trista had called him at one point in time. Then she came to another conclusion, which really surprised her. Goku was the first one to blow up, not Trista, as she had expected! Goku has always been level- headed, so he must be really mad to be going off like he is now! Bulma glanced up at Vegeta, noticing that he had realized that as well. They both shook their head at the same time, and smothered laughter. They were both thinking the same thing. Goku and Trista should just have sex and get it over with! Bulma rolled her eyes at her husband, because they both know that that was what all the damn tension was between the fighters.
Goku was looking at her as if he really wanted to hurt her, Trista thought, backing up a step. He hadn't even given her any time to say a word here and there! He had blown up, which really surprised her. He hadn't seemed the blow-up type, but looking at him now, she realized she was wrong. He looked like he was about to ring her neck! She gulped, and gripped the counter behind her. She could feel the marble chipping away beneath her clenched fingers. Sorry Bulma! She thought, then almost laughed. She was worried about a marble counter, when Goku was standing not two feet away, ready to kill her! She must be losing her mind! Her eyes went to Goku's face again, which was contorted in anger. A muscle ticked in his jaw and his face was red. His muscles had responded to his rage, which were now bulging against his clothing. She glanced at his clenched fists. She doesn't think he was the sort to hit woman, but she had been mistaken before about some things. Her body tensed. If he so much as lifts his arm! She thought, watching his every move. Goku saw her body tense, and her glance at his fists. For her to even think he would ever hit a woman, let alone her, sent a deep pain straight through his heart. She doesn't trust me, he realized. He could feel his anger evaporating, surprised himself that he had gotten so mad. He just had so much bottled up inside! And when he had seen her coming down the hall with his son, he had acted on impulse and now, here they were, practically ready to fight. He admits he had lost his temper. But damn it! The time away from her and plus the way she had acted towards him had made him so frustrated! And when she had acted so prissy towards him after he dragged her into this room had been the last straw. He inwardly sighed and ran a hand threw his hair. He gazed at Trista. She was still tense, watching him. He groaned in frustration and reached for her.
"Come here," he said gruffly.
He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She stayed tense for a moment, then finally relaxed, settling her hand on his forearm. He rubbed his hand up and down her back. She breathed in the scent of him. Very male, very Goku. She completely relaxed in his hold and finally let the tears come. Goku's brow furrowed when he felt her shoulders shake, then she released a sob. He gathered her closer to him and murmured loving words into her ear. He ran his hand through her hair, then rested them on her shoulders. He drew back, tilting her chin up with a gentle touch of his hand. She sniffled. He wiped a tear away from her cheek with his thumb.
"Why are you crying Trista?" he asked softly. Trista shook her head.
Goku's lips twitched into a tender smile. "You can tell me. If it's about me yelling at you, then I'm sorry-," He paused when she started shaking her head.
"It's not about that. I just-,"she stopped and slowly shook her head a second time. She gave a wave of her hand. "Just forget it. It's probably just stress."
Goku watched her for a moment longer, then slowly released her. She sighed to herself, already missing his strength, his warmth. Trista quickly turned to the sink and splashed water on her face. Goku handed her a towel, then shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn't know what to say to her. I love you! His mind answered. He scowled to himself. That wasn't going to work. He didn't even know if she had any feelings for him. And he hated to admit it, but he was scared to ask her! Goku's mouth twisted. He doesn't think he's ever been that scared in his life, just to ask a question! Not with Frieza! Not with the androids or Cell! Not even with Buu, who had blown up the planet! How could a single woman bring a man like him to his knees!? He heard his mind answer. It's called love! Get used to it!! He ran a hand threw his hair. What was he going to do? He looked up when Trista said his name. God, she's beautiful! He looked at her, and it hit him right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, when he realized just how much he loved her. I didn't even love Chichi this much! He felt no shame at that statement, because he had realized a long time ago that he loved Chichi like a husband should. Like a man should for the woman who bore his children. But it hadn't been this soul shattering! This wonderful! He never felt for Chichi the way he feels towards Trista. Not this body craving, this hunger for another person! He felt his insides quiver. He had loved Chichi, but it hadn't been nothing like this! He tore his gaze away, mumbling something about them eating dinner. She had stared at him for a few minutes as if he had grown another head, then she nodded. He ran a hand through his hair again, wondering if perhaps Bulma could help him out.
Bulma and Vegeta listened intently for anything through the door. They had heard Goku yelling, then he had just stopped, and there had been silence. Vegeta had mumbled something about Trista killing Goku, and Bulma had smacked him. He had yelped, and she smacked him a second time, gesturing that they were going to be caught because of his big mouth! He had narrowed his eyes at her and Bulma had quirked an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. They had glared at one another until they heard mumbling again. Vegeta had made a move to put his ear to the door again, and Bulma was silently trying to tell him NO! He didn't listen. Bulma backed up and made herself invisible by going around the corner. Just then the door opened, and Vegeta's head went flying backward. He stumbled a few steps before landing on his rear end. He rubbed his bruised forehead. And his bruised butt. He had landed on the other side of the door, so Goku and Trista didn't see him. They were talking softly to one another, heading for the kitchen. He suddenly heard giggling coming from a particular corner. He frowned at it, knowing his wife was on the other side.
"Shut up," he said, but without any conviction.
Bulma poked her head around the corner, a grin plastered on her face.
"I told you to get away from the door Vegeta! You didn't listen. It's your own fault!" she snickered at him.
He glared at her from his sitting position. "Oh, like I'm supposed to know what this is," he stated, copying the same frantic hand gestures she had sent him earlier.
Bulma rolled her eyes, then she stuck her tongue out. Vegeta's eyes narrowed.
"Do that again and see what happens!" he growled, his eyes hooded.
Bulma, believing he wouldn't do anything, did it again. With a speed that she, of course, couldn't follow, Vegeta jumped up and grasped her tongue between his teeth. Bulma's eyes widened.
"Thet thee tho!"
Vegeta shook his head, grazing his teeth against her tongue. Bulma resisted the urge to groan. I won't give him the satisfaction!! Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist and drew into the now unoccupied bathroom. Bulma gave a small shriek. Vegeta reached behind her and locked the door, then he let her tongue go.
Bulma cleared her throat. "We're going to be late for dinner," she said, not really worried.
Vegeta smirked. "So!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "And be rude to our guest, I" she was cut off by his lips crushing hers. She shuddered.
Vegeta pulled his head back a little, grazing his lips across her own. "Don't you ever stop talking?" he asked softly.
Bulma almost opened her mouth to argue, but noticed the teasing glint in his eyes. She smiled. This was rare, so I'd better enjoy it, she thought. She grabbed the back of his head and lowered his mouth to hers.
Later, Vegeta looked down at his sleeping wife cuddle in the crook of his arm. Then he smiled to himself, answering his own question. He sure as hell was glad that she hadn't stopped talking! Then he quirked an eyebrow. All that mewing and groaning must have tired her out! He thought, chuckling. He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering how life got so good!