"A Passion Kind of Thing."
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, never have, never will, and I am most definitely not making any money from this, considering I'm broke. So if you want to sue...well...you can't because I've already said I don't own it!
A/N: Okay, a number of things:
1. Thanks for reviewing!
2. Sorry it took so long, but I had all things busy this past week or so. Track, soccer, and dance, and God knows probably even more in my sleep.
3. Umm....Thank you, and please enjoy!
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It had been so long since she had felt those lips. Months, probably, maybe even years. With him, time wasn't important, it went by in a whirl, but when he was gone...it seemed the next day wouldn't come soon enough.
For someone who rarely allowed human contact, he was soft and warm, and everything he tried desperately not to portray. She had seen him slip up, his act failing, an actor forgetting his lines, his facial expressions. She remembered it so clearly, that one night that had changed everything.
****(Flashback)*****
She chocked on a sob, her face a mass of tears and makeup, her dress rumpled. She couldn't believe it. He had done it AGAIN! She had waited so long for Yamcha to show up for their date...one hour...two hours...and after four hours, he had the nerve to call her and say "The guys wanted to get together. I completely forgot!"
Bull. Complete bull. She heard the rustling in the backround, a sound that didn't exactly qualify as 'getting together' with the guys. And Bulma also knew, that Yamcha didn't have any guy friends, besides Goku, Tien, and Krillin, and she would have known about a get togther between them. She would have heard about it from Chi-Chi.
How many times had her friends, even Vegeta, tried to warn her about Yamcha and the way he was with woman? She couldn't...wouldn't...hadn't wanted to believe that Yamcha would ever cheat on her, but there it was, clues and events as truthful and strong as her heartbeat. Well, no more.
"Bulma, dear?"
Her voice came out wobbly, than clear. "Yes, mom?"
"Are you alright, Honey?"
"Yes, mom, I'm fine. I'm just heading for bed."
"Alright, love, goodnight."
"Night."
When her mother's footsteps dissapeared, she cursed inwardly. She had to be more quiet, there were only two things in this house that could pick up her distress. Maternal instinct, and...
"Woman, would you kindly smother your face with a pillow? Some of us are trying to sleep."
Yup, right on cue. Vegeta hovered outside her window, proping his elbow against the side and watching her in his usual annoyed fasion. She chuckled and wiped her tears, and watched as Vegeta flew in, landing just inside the window.
"Sorry, Vegeta. I know it annoys you, and I usually try to keep quiet...."
"Hah!"
"Oh..just shutup, okay? I'm not in the mood for arguing tonight, Vegeta, as you can see."
"Why are you crying?"
Bulma blinked up at him. Was that...had it been..concern? No, not concern....understanding. How strange, she had only seen that emotion flicker across his features when they had come to an end of an arguement, and she had finally given in. But, this was different. It wasn't smug..it was..
Of course, why hadn't she noticed it when he had first come in? Instead of his normal stance, his shoulders were slumped. Instead of a scowl, he wore a frown. And instead of the normal radiation of power she was used to, she felt nothing. Something was wrong.
"Oh, you know, Womanly things...."
He took a step toward her, tiliting his head to watch her face.
"Don't lie to me."
She looked away. Damn it.
"Yamcha...He...."
A furious look crossed Vegeta's body, and he turned abruptly, going over to the window.
"Vegeta..."
"How many times did I tell you?"
"Vegeta..."
"I'll kill him..."
"Vegeta!"
"WHAT, woman?"
She wasn't sure what it was she wanted. What she was feeling. Anger, that he was angry with her? It hadn't been her fault, and Vegeta wasn't the type who would care about these sorts of things.
"Romance," She had heard him say once, "Is for the weak hearted."
"But that doesn't make sense." She had argued, "It's the exact opposite, isn't it?"
"No. A person in love, is just a person who needs someone else to make themselves feel better."
Shock, perhaps, that he seemed so angry with Yamcha and protective of her. How could her be protective of something that wasn't his?
And then it hit her, like a ton of bricks in her stomach. She WAS his, in some way that didn't make any sense at all. Who did he argue with? Who did he yell at all the time? But most importantly, who was the only person he would allow in his life?
And now that she had his attention, she didn't know what to say. Yell at him, for making her feel the way she did. No, and the words the flew from her lips were the last she expected.
"What's wrong, Vegeta?"
He seemed surprised, as if he had never been asked such before, and abrubtly turned to fly out the window. She charged forward, grabbing his arm before he could escape. She had to smile when it occured to her that he probably could get out of her hold, easily. Instead, he relaxed into her grip and sighed, his eyes out on the woods.
"It's nothing, Woman."
She pulled him around to face her, and was a bit startled at the two things that filled her mind.. One was, he was so close she could feel his breath ruffling her hair, a distance she was not used to around him. The other, was the fact he had allowed himself to be pushed around, controlled. He could have chucked her across the room if he had wanted to.
"I get upset about the simplest things in my life. But when you're upset, I know something's seriously wrong."
His eyelashes fluttered, and he closed his eyes when she reached up to toy with his hair. She couldn't believe this. Only that afternoon, they had been in such a heated arguement that they hadn't spoken to eachother, not even Vegeta, (who usually yelled at her about meals.) until he appeared at her window just a few moments ago. But now..she was so close to him she could see a lose fiber in his shirt.
"This isn't about the argument we had earlier, is it?"
It took him awhile to answer. "No."
Now, she moved her hands to the side of his face. He opened his eyes, so full of rare emotion.
"I'm not just here to annoy you,Vegeta."
She sighed, expecting a wit filled remark, as usual. Closing her eyes, she cringed, and then gasped. No words met her ears, but warmth met her lips. It took awhile for her to register that she was kissing, actually kissing, Vegeta.
She murmured against his lips, and he pulled back.
"Vegeta?"
"Yes, Bulma?"
No more words were spoken.
(End Flashback)
He nuzzled her neck, and she sighed, melting into his warm embrace. His grip on her waist was tight, but not so much that she felt trapped. No, she felt nothing less than secure.
"Vegeta?"
"Yes, Bulma?"
She smiled, and he smiled back, such a small thing that changed his whole face. She narrowed her eyes at him, when he backed up to the window.
"Now, where are you going?"
He smirked. "Goodnight, Woman."
She giggled and slowly turned her back.
"Goodnight, Vegeta."
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Yay! There we go...um...
Okay, I'm pretty sure this is going to have a lot of chapters. Ten or so I guess, not to long. But it might take awhile, because the end of the school year is the busiest. I promise you, it will go a lot faster during summer break! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, never have, never will, and I am most definitely not making any money from this, considering I'm broke. So if you want to sue...well...you can't because I've already said I don't own it!
A/N: Okay, a number of things:
1. Thanks for reviewing!
2. Sorry it took so long, but I had all things busy this past week or so. Track, soccer, and dance, and God knows probably even more in my sleep.
3. Umm....Thank you, and please enjoy!
_____________________________________________________________________________
It had been so long since she had felt those lips. Months, probably, maybe even years. With him, time wasn't important, it went by in a whirl, but when he was gone...it seemed the next day wouldn't come soon enough.
For someone who rarely allowed human contact, he was soft and warm, and everything he tried desperately not to portray. She had seen him slip up, his act failing, an actor forgetting his lines, his facial expressions. She remembered it so clearly, that one night that had changed everything.
****(Flashback)*****
She chocked on a sob, her face a mass of tears and makeup, her dress rumpled. She couldn't believe it. He had done it AGAIN! She had waited so long for Yamcha to show up for their date...one hour...two hours...and after four hours, he had the nerve to call her and say "The guys wanted to get together. I completely forgot!"
Bull. Complete bull. She heard the rustling in the backround, a sound that didn't exactly qualify as 'getting together' with the guys. And Bulma also knew, that Yamcha didn't have any guy friends, besides Goku, Tien, and Krillin, and she would have known about a get togther between them. She would have heard about it from Chi-Chi.
How many times had her friends, even Vegeta, tried to warn her about Yamcha and the way he was with woman? She couldn't...wouldn't...hadn't wanted to believe that Yamcha would ever cheat on her, but there it was, clues and events as truthful and strong as her heartbeat. Well, no more.
"Bulma, dear?"
Her voice came out wobbly, than clear. "Yes, mom?"
"Are you alright, Honey?"
"Yes, mom, I'm fine. I'm just heading for bed."
"Alright, love, goodnight."
"Night."
When her mother's footsteps dissapeared, she cursed inwardly. She had to be more quiet, there were only two things in this house that could pick up her distress. Maternal instinct, and...
"Woman, would you kindly smother your face with a pillow? Some of us are trying to sleep."
Yup, right on cue. Vegeta hovered outside her window, proping his elbow against the side and watching her in his usual annoyed fasion. She chuckled and wiped her tears, and watched as Vegeta flew in, landing just inside the window.
"Sorry, Vegeta. I know it annoys you, and I usually try to keep quiet...."
"Hah!"
"Oh..just shutup, okay? I'm not in the mood for arguing tonight, Vegeta, as you can see."
"Why are you crying?"
Bulma blinked up at him. Was that...had it been..concern? No, not concern....understanding. How strange, she had only seen that emotion flicker across his features when they had come to an end of an arguement, and she had finally given in. But, this was different. It wasn't smug..it was..
Of course, why hadn't she noticed it when he had first come in? Instead of his normal stance, his shoulders were slumped. Instead of a scowl, he wore a frown. And instead of the normal radiation of power she was used to, she felt nothing. Something was wrong.
"Oh, you know, Womanly things...."
He took a step toward her, tiliting his head to watch her face.
"Don't lie to me."
She looked away. Damn it.
"Yamcha...He...."
A furious look crossed Vegeta's body, and he turned abruptly, going over to the window.
"Vegeta..."
"How many times did I tell you?"
"Vegeta..."
"I'll kill him..."
"Vegeta!"
"WHAT, woman?"
She wasn't sure what it was she wanted. What she was feeling. Anger, that he was angry with her? It hadn't been her fault, and Vegeta wasn't the type who would care about these sorts of things.
"Romance," She had heard him say once, "Is for the weak hearted."
"But that doesn't make sense." She had argued, "It's the exact opposite, isn't it?"
"No. A person in love, is just a person who needs someone else to make themselves feel better."
Shock, perhaps, that he seemed so angry with Yamcha and protective of her. How could her be protective of something that wasn't his?
And then it hit her, like a ton of bricks in her stomach. She WAS his, in some way that didn't make any sense at all. Who did he argue with? Who did he yell at all the time? But most importantly, who was the only person he would allow in his life?
And now that she had his attention, she didn't know what to say. Yell at him, for making her feel the way she did. No, and the words the flew from her lips were the last she expected.
"What's wrong, Vegeta?"
He seemed surprised, as if he had never been asked such before, and abrubtly turned to fly out the window. She charged forward, grabbing his arm before he could escape. She had to smile when it occured to her that he probably could get out of her hold, easily. Instead, he relaxed into her grip and sighed, his eyes out on the woods.
"It's nothing, Woman."
She pulled him around to face her, and was a bit startled at the two things that filled her mind.. One was, he was so close she could feel his breath ruffling her hair, a distance she was not used to around him. The other, was the fact he had allowed himself to be pushed around, controlled. He could have chucked her across the room if he had wanted to.
"I get upset about the simplest things in my life. But when you're upset, I know something's seriously wrong."
His eyelashes fluttered, and he closed his eyes when she reached up to toy with his hair. She couldn't believe this. Only that afternoon, they had been in such a heated arguement that they hadn't spoken to eachother, not even Vegeta, (who usually yelled at her about meals.) until he appeared at her window just a few moments ago. But now..she was so close to him she could see a lose fiber in his shirt.
"This isn't about the argument we had earlier, is it?"
It took him awhile to answer. "No."
Now, she moved her hands to the side of his face. He opened his eyes, so full of rare emotion.
"I'm not just here to annoy you,Vegeta."
She sighed, expecting a wit filled remark, as usual. Closing her eyes, she cringed, and then gasped. No words met her ears, but warmth met her lips. It took awhile for her to register that she was kissing, actually kissing, Vegeta.
She murmured against his lips, and he pulled back.
"Vegeta?"
"Yes, Bulma?"
No more words were spoken.
(End Flashback)
He nuzzled her neck, and she sighed, melting into his warm embrace. His grip on her waist was tight, but not so much that she felt trapped. No, she felt nothing less than secure.
"Vegeta?"
"Yes, Bulma?"
She smiled, and he smiled back, such a small thing that changed his whole face. She narrowed her eyes at him, when he backed up to the window.
"Now, where are you going?"
He smirked. "Goodnight, Woman."
She giggled and slowly turned her back.
"Goodnight, Vegeta."
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Yay! There we go...um...
Okay, I'm pretty sure this is going to have a lot of chapters. Ten or so I guess, not to long. But it might take awhile, because the end of the school year is the busiest. I promise you, it will go a lot faster during summer break! Please review!