Childhood Dreams
Note: sorry 4 the long wait, skewl has been so tiring.lol.anyways only 2 more days left then we're free! Come on peeps! REVIEW ALREADY! I only received five reviews for the last chapter.sob.sob.very sad.please reviews.
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Vegeta agreed silently, they had a long day ahead of them and it would be for the best if they regained all their health. "Go to sleep onna," he muttered as he wrapped his arms around her protectively, as he buried his face in her hair.
"Night, veggie," she whispered, as she fell into a deep slumber.
A true smile lit up Vegeta's face, "Good-night Onna," as he kissed her cheek gently. "Good-night"
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Bulma unconsciously snuggled closer to Vegeta, her long tresses framing her angelic face. Her expression was one of content and purity.
Vegeta grumpily cracked open an eye as the sun shone upon him. His expression softened as he saw Bulma nestled in his arms. It felt so right protecting her, just holding her. His tail was wrapped possessively around her petite waist, and was currently stroking her tail lovingly.
He growled angrily at his tail, and tenderly untangled himself from Bulma, making sure not to wake her up.
"What were you thinking," he snapped at his tail, scolding it like a child. "She isn't my mate!" he cried as he shook his tail angrily. His tail hung limply in his hands, almost like as if it was asking for forgiveness. "She's my friend, my best friend, and that's all that she'll ever be."
"What are you mumbling about Veggie," yawned Bulma, stretching her arms above her head.
Vegeta nearly jumped a foot in the air in shock; he had no idea that she was awake. "Nothing," he snapped trying to mimic his normal scowl, however failing miserable
Bulma shot him a curious glance but chose to let it pass, "So what's up?" she asked while running her hands through her disheveled hair. "Damn it's late," she cursed softly.
He raised tilted his head in mock confusion, "Really?" earning himself a punch from Bulma.
"Stop being such an ass," she contradicted angrily, she pushed herself up. "So what plans do we have in store for today?"
He shrugged casually, "Beats me, but I suppose we should train more, especially when our lives depend upon it," he replied, while staring intently up at the sky.
"What are you talking about? Why do we need to train more?" she snapped as her aqua-marine eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Tell me the truth Vegeta, why did you really come to earth? We all know that it wasn't because you were looking for me," she stated as she put her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on her face.
Vegeta winced slightly at those words; she had hit the nail right on the head. "She wouldn't ever forgive me for what I've done in the past; she's too pure to understand. I don't want her to know about the monster that I've become. I've lost her once and I don't want to lose her again," he thought with a heavy heart.
"Well," she said impatiently, as she tapped her foot in frustration. "What have you been doing all theses years Vegeta?" she asked accusingly. "After out little reunion, I noticed that there was something different about you. I didn't want to believe it, you were my best friend, and didn't think that you were capable or doing anything evil," she thought out-loud as she stared straight into his eyes.
If possible Vegeta's eyes widened in both surprise and fear. All his life he had never felt like this before. Cornered and trapped against the wall with no way of escape. "She know me too well," he thought furiously, carefully avoiding her glace. "She would know instantly if I lied to her, and then I would lose her trust completely," he pondered weighing his choices carefully, "If I told her the truth then she'd hate me for the rest of her life." "No matter what choice I make, she'll hate me," he thought sadly.
Bulma walked up to him and stuck her finger at his chest. "You will tell me everything," she growled angrily, with an ounce of hurt in her eyes. "EVERYTHING!" she said talking a shaky breath before continuing, "All these years that we've know each other, you've never once kept a secret from me. Especially when it's important," she shrieked as tears clouded her eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder whether you really care about me," she whispered softly. "Whether or not we're really friends," she trailed off, choking on her tears.
Through Bulma's whole entire tantrum Vegeta had managed to keep his facile expression stoic and indifferent, even though his eyes told a whole different story.
"Listen to me onna," he muttered as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. "You don't understand what I've been through the past few years; I had no choice in the matter. It was either life or death; I had to change in order to survive."
Bulma's face was veiled from view by her disheveled hair, refusing to answer him.
Vegeta shook his head in desperation, "He couldn't tell her, or he would lose her forever. He needed her, she was the only reason her was still alive, he was a broken-shell without her. She was the only person in the universe that he trusted, the only person that had ever won his heart."
"Bulma," he muttered as he kneeled down and gently pushed her hair behind her ear, so he could talk to her eye to eye. "Some things are just better not known. I promise that I'll tell you when the time's right."
Bulma pushed Vegeta away from her, and walked past him. "I don't know," she whispered turning away from him. "I don't know what to think about you anymore, you've changed so much. I don't know whether or not we should be friends."
"But," he stuttered in fear and shock. "You just can't leave again, I need you," he murmured softly.
"Need me?" said Bulma as she released a hysterical laugh. "Since when did you ever need me for anything. You've never shown once, in my whole entire life that you've ever appreciated or treated me decently."
"Onna, I," started Vegeta before he was rudely cut off by Bulma.
"Besides you seem content upon making your own decisions, you don't need my help in anything," snapped Bulma lashing out at Vegeta in anger. "I've had enough," she screeched, as she threw her hands up in frustration. "I'm leaving."
"Bulma, please don't go," he begged softly, his heart was braking in two. "Please," when he looked up he realized that she was gone.
"NO!" he roared angrily, as he dropped to his knees. Shaking the ground with his cries. "She was gone, just like everyone else in his life."
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Author's Note: Are Bulma and Vegeta going to make up? More so, would Bulma forgive Vegeta for all the crimes he's done in the past? Why did Vegeta bring up the topic about training? What about Nappa's plan? Read and Find Out!
Come one pees.review review.need more inspiration, only got five reviews for the last chapter.sigh.pretty sad.so please make my day and review.lol.okay anyways I noe the chapter is kind crummy but still review.say anything.bored.sigh.oh well.cya
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New Stories:
Killing Dance:
What if Bulma was a trained assassin, who was out for revenge? What about Vegeta, who works for the very people that she's determined to kill? Would they fall in love? Story about passion, anger, and love. Read and Find out!
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Coming Out Soon:
Crystal Pure
B/V high school fic; Bulma has everything a girl could want; beauty, brains, and popularity. What would happen when her perfect world crashes down? Who would stand by her side, who would betray her? Most importantly who would she fall for? The dark handsome boy that she's know her whole life, or her Yamacha the school jock. Popularity vs. True Love.
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Note: sorry 4 the long wait, skewl has been so tiring.lol.anyways only 2 more days left then we're free! Come on peeps! REVIEW ALREADY! I only received five reviews for the last chapter.sob.sob.very sad.please reviews.
V V V hehe.really random.bored
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Last Time:
Vegeta agreed silently, they had a long day ahead of them and it would be for the best if they regained all their health. "Go to sleep onna," he muttered as he wrapped his arms around her protectively, as he buried his face in her hair.
"Night, veggie," she whispered, as she fell into a deep slumber.
A true smile lit up Vegeta's face, "Good-night Onna," as he kissed her cheek gently. "Good-night"
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Bulma unconsciously snuggled closer to Vegeta, her long tresses framing her angelic face. Her expression was one of content and purity.
Vegeta grumpily cracked open an eye as the sun shone upon him. His expression softened as he saw Bulma nestled in his arms. It felt so right protecting her, just holding her. His tail was wrapped possessively around her petite waist, and was currently stroking her tail lovingly.
He growled angrily at his tail, and tenderly untangled himself from Bulma, making sure not to wake her up.
"What were you thinking," he snapped at his tail, scolding it like a child. "She isn't my mate!" he cried as he shook his tail angrily. His tail hung limply in his hands, almost like as if it was asking for forgiveness. "She's my friend, my best friend, and that's all that she'll ever be."
"What are you mumbling about Veggie," yawned Bulma, stretching her arms above her head.
Vegeta nearly jumped a foot in the air in shock; he had no idea that she was awake. "Nothing," he snapped trying to mimic his normal scowl, however failing miserable
Bulma shot him a curious glance but chose to let it pass, "So what's up?" she asked while running her hands through her disheveled hair. "Damn it's late," she cursed softly.
He raised tilted his head in mock confusion, "Really?" earning himself a punch from Bulma.
"Stop being such an ass," she contradicted angrily, she pushed herself up. "So what plans do we have in store for today?"
He shrugged casually, "Beats me, but I suppose we should train more, especially when our lives depend upon it," he replied, while staring intently up at the sky.
"What are you talking about? Why do we need to train more?" she snapped as her aqua-marine eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Tell me the truth Vegeta, why did you really come to earth? We all know that it wasn't because you were looking for me," she stated as she put her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on her face.
Vegeta winced slightly at those words; she had hit the nail right on the head. "She wouldn't ever forgive me for what I've done in the past; she's too pure to understand. I don't want her to know about the monster that I've become. I've lost her once and I don't want to lose her again," he thought with a heavy heart.
"Well," she said impatiently, as she tapped her foot in frustration. "What have you been doing all theses years Vegeta?" she asked accusingly. "After out little reunion, I noticed that there was something different about you. I didn't want to believe it, you were my best friend, and didn't think that you were capable or doing anything evil," she thought out-loud as she stared straight into his eyes.
If possible Vegeta's eyes widened in both surprise and fear. All his life he had never felt like this before. Cornered and trapped against the wall with no way of escape. "She know me too well," he thought furiously, carefully avoiding her glace. "She would know instantly if I lied to her, and then I would lose her trust completely," he pondered weighing his choices carefully, "If I told her the truth then she'd hate me for the rest of her life." "No matter what choice I make, she'll hate me," he thought sadly.
Bulma walked up to him and stuck her finger at his chest. "You will tell me everything," she growled angrily, with an ounce of hurt in her eyes. "EVERYTHING!" she said talking a shaky breath before continuing, "All these years that we've know each other, you've never once kept a secret from me. Especially when it's important," she shrieked as tears clouded her eyes.
"Sometimes I wonder whether you really care about me," she whispered softly. "Whether or not we're really friends," she trailed off, choking on her tears.
Through Bulma's whole entire tantrum Vegeta had managed to keep his facile expression stoic and indifferent, even though his eyes told a whole different story.
"Listen to me onna," he muttered as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. "You don't understand what I've been through the past few years; I had no choice in the matter. It was either life or death; I had to change in order to survive."
Bulma's face was veiled from view by her disheveled hair, refusing to answer him.
Vegeta shook his head in desperation, "He couldn't tell her, or he would lose her forever. He needed her, she was the only reason her was still alive, he was a broken-shell without her. She was the only person in the universe that he trusted, the only person that had ever won his heart."
"Bulma," he muttered as he kneeled down and gently pushed her hair behind her ear, so he could talk to her eye to eye. "Some things are just better not known. I promise that I'll tell you when the time's right."
Bulma pushed Vegeta away from her, and walked past him. "I don't know," she whispered turning away from him. "I don't know what to think about you anymore, you've changed so much. I don't know whether or not we should be friends."
"But," he stuttered in fear and shock. "You just can't leave again, I need you," he murmured softly.
"Need me?" said Bulma as she released a hysterical laugh. "Since when did you ever need me for anything. You've never shown once, in my whole entire life that you've ever appreciated or treated me decently."
"Onna, I," started Vegeta before he was rudely cut off by Bulma.
"Besides you seem content upon making your own decisions, you don't need my help in anything," snapped Bulma lashing out at Vegeta in anger. "I've had enough," she screeched, as she threw her hands up in frustration. "I'm leaving."
"Bulma, please don't go," he begged softly, his heart was braking in two. "Please," when he looked up he realized that she was gone.
"NO!" he roared angrily, as he dropped to his knees. Shaking the ground with his cries. "She was gone, just like everyone else in his life."
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Author's Note: Are Bulma and Vegeta going to make up? More so, would Bulma forgive Vegeta for all the crimes he's done in the past? Why did Vegeta bring up the topic about training? What about Nappa's plan? Read and Find Out!
Come one pees.review review.need more inspiration, only got five reviews for the last chapter.sigh.pretty sad.so please make my day and review.lol.okay anyways I noe the chapter is kind crummy but still review.say anything.bored.sigh.oh well.cya
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New Stories:
Killing Dance:
What if Bulma was a trained assassin, who was out for revenge? What about Vegeta, who works for the very people that she's determined to kill? Would they fall in love? Story about passion, anger, and love. Read and Find out!
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Coming Out Soon:
Crystal Pure
B/V high school fic; Bulma has everything a girl could want; beauty, brains, and popularity. What would happen when her perfect world crashes down? Who would stand by her side, who would betray her? Most importantly who would she fall for? The dark handsome boy that she's know her whole life, or her Yamacha the school jock. Popularity vs. True Love.
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