Scientific Journey: Bulma's Story:
A.N: 26/8/03 - I have 1 thing to say; it's tough work writing 2 fanfics @ once! 2/9/03-yay! Finally finished reading 'dark angel' yay! So now I'm back to writing my own stuff. Warning: I start college on Thursday, so updates may be slower now. But this chapters a little longer as an apology for slacking & being lazy. Heheh, chapter 11, 11 pages long! Later!
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Chapter 11: Silence isn't Golden!
A loud grumble echoed through the living room, reminding Bulma that she hadn't filled her growling stomach since breakfast and that had only been 2 mere slices of toast. ChiChi, who loved to cook, had put the last of the potatoes into a pot and left them to boil. Surely they'd be done by now?
"Hey ChiChi let's go eat, I'm starved!"
"Yeah me too." She was a little hesitant to move however, worried in case Kakarrot saw her. She didn't really want to think about what his reaction would be. Bulma, however, literally ran to the door, only to find that no matter how hard she pulled the door handle, it wouldn't open! Vegeta, with his lack of scientific knowledge, had used actual wooden doors as opposed to the electronic doors that he preferred. Only the main front and back doors were electronically locked, but they weren't reliable, and so Bulma had touched them up a little.
"UGH! This door won't budge!" ChiChi's eyebrows rose over her gaping eyes; how could the door not open? She rushed over, but no matter how hard she tried, she too, couldn't get the door to open. Her face went red as she strained her muscles and used all of her strength, but still, it wouldn't budge.
"What are we going to do Bulma? I'll starve if I don't eat something!" Bulma put her hands on her hips, the explanation on the tip of her tongue. 'Vegeta.' She began to bang her fist on the door, startling ChiChi a little from the sudden action.
"VEGETA! WE'RE STUCK IN HERE! LET US OUT NOW!"
Vegeta opened his eyes with a smirk when a shrieking female voice interrupted his peaceful meditation. 'Ah ha, so, they're finally hungry. Heheh, now the fun begins.'
"VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'Shit, what does she want to do? Let the whole of Vegetasei know that where're hiding out here? Stupid baka.' He walked over to the lounge door where he could hear loud banging from the other side. "Finally come to your senses woman?"
Bulma could've hit him, hard. If only she could get to him though! "YOU COWARD VEGETA! UNLOCK THE DOOR NOW!!"
"Why, what are you talking about woman? The door's open."
"LIAR!"
Vegeta chuckled to himself; he loved winding her up. "You're just too weak to open it. Besides, 'girls' aren't allowed in here!"
Bulma gaped at the door like she was gaping at Vegeta, 'what the hell does that mean?'
"Look Vegeta, we just want to eat. You can't keep us locked up in here like prisoners!"
"I believe I can. Besides, I thought you wanted me to stay out of there? You loved the lounge so much, so you can stay in there for all I care! Well, I'm going to eat the wonderful meal that Kakarrot's cooked up before it gets cold.' He grinned and walked back into the kitchen, his grin deepening slightly at every single abusive word that Bulma could think of to yell at him. Damn she was mad, and Vegeta loved it, especially the fact that he was the reason for her temper tonight. It gave him a strange sense of pride from setting off her emotions so easily.
Bulma let out the loudest yell of all time, her face burning red as she kicked the door with all her might. She then screamed again, this time in pain, and hopped around holding her now very sore foot.
"Stupid wood! It had to be stronger than Earth wood didn't it! ARGH! I HATE IT HERE! I HATE HIM!!!"
"Calm down Bulma, there's got to be a solution. Now, stand back." Bulma stared with a puzzled look as ChiChi rolled up her long sleeves, and ran towards the door from the furthest wall.
"CHICHI! NO! ARE YOU-"
*BANG!*
Too late. ChiChi's shoulder collided with the door, and then she sunk to her knees, holding her now very bruised and sore shoulder in pain.
"Ok, bad idea." She winced as she touched it and Bulma ran over, helping her up.
"Are you insane? Why'd you go and do that for?" They sat down on the sofas and ChiChi sighed.
"I studied martial arts back at home. I guess I figured I'd be strong enough to break the door. Guess not."
"Well," Bulma took on a mothering tone, slightly scolding ChiChi. "That was still a stupid idea! You could've at least warned me first you know." She sighed and ChiChi put her head down. "How could Vegeta do such an immature thing? What's his problem? I only asked him to give us some space for awhile. Maybe I needed to spell that out to him. Stupid baka."
"Bulma! The front door!" Bulma shot to her feet, followed by ChiChi. Of course, they could always walk around the outside of the house and get back in through the back door. That would lead them directly into the kitchen.
"Dammit! Why didn't I think of that?" Bulma ran over to the front door and typed in the code to open it. Thankfully, the door slid open, and ChiChi followed Bulma outside. It was a cold evening, and the two women quickly sneaked around the house hugging themselves to keep their bodies warm. "Stupid weather," Bulma muttered as she shuddered from the cold. "It was warmer earlier, so what gives?"
"I thought you said you liked it here?"
"I lied! I hate, repeat, HATE it!" ChiChi shrugged; it was times like these that she didn't dare to question Bulma.
Vegeta shoved another fork full of food into his mouth, chewing and letting the wonderful flavour fill his mouth before letting it slid down his throat and into his gut. He had to admit; Kakarrot really knew how to cook! He guessed his love of food helped in that area. He had his back to the back door, and Kakarrot was facing it. The light was on and all the windows were closed for the night since Vegeta despised the large mosquitoes that inhabited Vegetasei at night. Kakarrot closed his eyes as the food he'd cooked hit his taste buds; he really had outdone himself this time. However, when he opened them, he saw something moving outside.
"Erm, Vegeta-"
"What now Kakarrot? Can't I even eat in peace without you disrupting me!?"
"Never mind." Vegeta rolled his eyes, mumbling something about bakas before he went back to his food. Don't get me wrong here; they weren't delicately eating their food slowly. Noooo. These are Saiyans we're talking about here; they were shovelling the food into their mouths showing no mercy towards it, and they talked with their mouths full and didn't give a damn about it either. It was quite a sight to see them devour the feast, piling up the empty plates as they did so. Kakarot frowned; there they were again! Was this why Vegeta had been so edgy earlier? So they really had been followed! 'Here's your lucky break Kakarot! Time to show Vegeta that you're the best guard! Hey, maybe I'll get a promotion? Wohoo!' Vegeta simply ignored Kakarot as he suddenly got up from the table and headed for the back door.
'Hmph, maybe he's finally decided to piss off. Its about time!'
Vegeta chuckled to himself, and Kakarot walked outside keeping his ki low so as not to be detected. It was dark outside; the moon half full in a starless, dark indigo and crimson sky. The two shadows froze, and Kakarot folded his muscular and war scared arms over his chest.
"Ok, the game's over now. Show yourselves!" He heard quiet, higher toned voices, to high to belong to a man, and he gaped with wide eyes as the two figures stepped into the light.
"CHICHI? What are you two doing out here?" Bulma rolled her eyes and placed her fists on her hips.
"I have a name too you know!"
"Oh, sorry Bulma." But Kakarot's eyes were glued to the stunning ebony haired woman infront of him, and they weren't going to leave her anytime soon.
"Vegeta locked us in the lounge, but the asshole forgot about the front door." Bulma swatted away yet another mosquito; they hadn't left her alone since she'd stepped outside. "So where is he?"
"Kitchen," Kakarot managed to say, surprising Bulma slightly as she thought he hadn't been listening properly. "Wow ChiChi, I hardly recognised you!" Then again.
"Right, I can take a hint. Sure, I know when I'm not wanted." Bulma strolled ahead, waiting for the sympathy she wanted, but didn't get. She could hear ChiChi little giggles as she walked ahead and rolled her eyes. 'So unfair! Why can't I get that kind of attention round here? Is it too much to ask!?'
Vegeta patted his stomach as he placed the final plate onto the tall pile. 'Damn that was good,' he grinned to himself and leaned back on the chair. Although the food had been a slight distraction, it hadn't lasted very long, and now his thoughts were returning to his meeting with his father. 'Of all the fucking nerve! How dare he try to force me into an arranged bond! Bastard. She's probably some slut of his who'll spy on me and report back to him. Hmph! Not if I can help it, he has no claim over me!' He suddenly heard the door open and sighed.
"Kakarot, I thought I told you to fuck off!" He turned around, but his smug expression suddenly changed to startled and shocked. "Oh, it's you. What do you want now woman? Haven't you already learnt enough lessons for today?"
"Ugh! I can't believe you stooped so low tonight Vegeta! I knew you were an immature baka, but-"
"Oh please. I win. You lose. Case clo-"
"NO! The case ISN'T closed until I say so! Now, I wanna battle this out right now! C'mon, bring it on Biatch!"
He raised an eyebrow while Bulma tried to calm her breathing down. 'Biatch? What the fuck is that!?'
"Don't even think about talking to me unless you're sober enough to-"
"I AM FUCKING SOBER YOU MORON!" He backed into his chair at the force of her loud voice that came out as a shriek. "You have some nerve Vegeta. Here I am working my butt off for your sake every single fucking day. I have ONE night off, and you repay me with this?"
"Don't even get me started on the liberties I've given you woman!"
"No, go ahead, what liberties, oh almighty prince, have you given me? Enlighten me!" He stared her right in the eye, but she didn't back away under his constant stare. Her eyes looked somewhat different though, darker almost. Vegeta stumbled for words; he was drawn so much to her eyes that he couldn't pull away. Her eyelashes looked longer, thicker, and simply exaggerated the dark shadows over her eyelids. A thin but dramatic black line outlined her eyes, enhancing their large, almond shape and rich blue- lilac iris colour.
'Kame she's stunning. Those eyes! So, alluring and simply, incredible. Holy crap, I'm going all soppy here! STOP. RIGHT. THERE.'
"Well, I..." He finally pulled up the strength to look away; he had to! He was becoming lost in the depths of her eyes, the windows to her soul, and he didn't like what he was seeing. He'd seen depression, emotional pain, and such emotions that he hadn't known she was feeling. "I give you everything woman! Clothes, a roof over your thick head, workers, food. EVERYTHING! Normal slaves don't get such privileges."
"But I'm not a slave Vegeta, and besides, those are just material things." She sighed and looked at the floor, her tone suddenly a little sad.
"And, your point is?" He didn't want to seem too interested, but deep down, he wanted to know what it was that she so badly desired. What did she want that wasn't materialistic? Was it a feeling, an emotion?
"I want, well. I want something that you can't give me Vegeta, and tonight has proven that to me even more. So that's that, end of story. If you really had a heart, my words should make you think. But knowing you, you'll just brush them aside." She blinked several times, meeting his cold ebony eyes. She narrowed her eyes as she stared into the depths of his; he was always hiding his emotions. She couldn't even tell how he was feeling right now. Was he laughing at her? Was he hurt? Or did he just not give a damn full stop? So many questions that she couldn't answer. "Look, I appreciate what you've done, but if you want something, you have to give a little too!"
"And what the hell does THAT mean?" She couldn't decipher his tone, but it didn't sound too good.
"It means if you want respect for example, you have to respect other people too. It's the way the world goes round, and that's just something you'll have to learn. I'm tired of your little 'games' Vegeta." Vegeta raised an eyebrow; sometimes she was to smart for her own good.
"Oh? And since when did you think that you could order me around?" She closed her eyes with frustration and sighed, ' why does he have to be so impossible?'
"I'm not ordering you around Vegeta, I'm giving you some advice! But like I said, you're not capable of understanding, or even trying at least to understand. Anyway, thanks to you, I've got countless mosquito bites all over me, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna go shower." She stormed passed him without even looking at him, and he rested his chin on his palm as he leaned on the table with his elbow.
'She's wrong! I AM capable of understanding, I just.don't want to! Hmph.' But no matter how hard he tried, her words still stung. But they stung in the strangest of places; they stung his heart. Was such a thing even possible? She'd practically accused him of not having a heart, but here he was, thinking about her words over and over, and the more he did, the more it hurt. 'Damn that woman and her gift to wound without even physically attacking! She has no idea what thoughts go through my head! How I'm constantly fighting my own feelings! She doesn't know the half of it. I could've just turned her over to my father and allow him to turn her into another one of his little whores, but I didn't! I've put myself in danger by hiding the damn bitch here! Doesn't she even wonder what the consequences would be if Frieza or my father found out?' He rubbed his chin, a gesture he'd inherited from his father unfortunately, and therefore cursed himself for doing so, even though he couldn't help it. 'No, of course she doesn't, she doesn't even know how unstable Vegetasei is right now. Maybe it's time I brought her into the real world. Show her the suffering that my people have endured, the lies that they've been told. She really doesn't have a clue. She thinks that she's had it tough? I've given her paradise compared to others!'
Bulma stopped on her way upstairs, noticing the chair conveniently placed under the door handle leading to the lounge. 'Immature lying bastard! I oughta smack that in his face!' She removed the chair from under the door handle and threw it at the kitchen door, pleased with the loud sound that it caused as wood collided with metal under the extreme force of her throw. 'He better thing twice before he tries to pull something like that off again!' She climbed up the wooden stairs, stomping her feet as she did so, trying to let loose some pent up rage. She could've just had an all out shouting match with Vegeta, but she was somewhat pleased with her decision to use emotional injuries.
'Let's see how he deals with that! Besides, if all else fails, I still have my temper, and it's on red alert right now!' She grinned and reached the upper level, which only consisted of the large master bedroom and the large bathroom next door to it.
'Though he's a pain in the ass, Vegeta definitely knows how to design interiors. Hey, he could be on 'changing rooms' heheh! I could just picture it now; "WHAT! WHY DON'T YOU LIKE WHAT IVE DONE HERE BAKA? YOU SHOULD BE GLAD I DECIDED TO WASTE MY TIME ON YOUR PATHETIC WASTE OF SPACE!" Heh, or, maybe not. Wait, quit that Bulma, you're in a mood with him, remember? Good.' She smiled smugly to herself and locked the bathroom door behind her. Her face looked back at her in the mirror, and she sighed. 'Ok, so maybe I was a little hard on him, but Vegeta's a big boy after all, he can handle it. And besides, I had to get that off my chest. Ugh! I swear I'm goin schizo! What's up with my constant feeling of being in two minds?'
Meanwhile, while the house was very quiet as the prince and scientist kept their distance from each other, ChiChi was being dragged through the forest at such a speed, that she fought hard to keep her feet on the ground.
"AAAAHH! Kakarot, where are we going?" He gripped her wrist tightly as he led her through the endless amount of very tall leafy trees. The night air was calm, almost mystical, as glowing night flies swarmed in large clusters here and there. They were much like the ones on Earth, except this species glowed with a bright, blood red. "STOP!!!" He immediately complied, and watched as ChiChi hunched over to catch her breath. Kakarot really was a mystery as well as someone who acted on impulse. First he'd been staring at her, taking in every inch of her even after Bulma had left. Then, his expression had changed into a goofy teeth-baring grin, and before ChiChi had time to answer, he'd simply said "I have an idea!" and off they went. Well, off he went, dragging ChiChi along with him. "Kakarot, what...is," ChiChi swallowed, gasping for sufficient air to fill her lungs. "The meaning of this?" He smiled, putting his arms hands behind his head.
"Well, I thought since you looked so pretty and all, I'd take you somewhere special!"
ChiChi swatted yet another mosquito, and sighed. 'Well, he really picked a great time to take me out on a date! Wait..DATE!! Oh Kame, my first date! What do I do what do I do? Gosh I wish I asked Bulma about this! She'd know what to do! Argh!' So she folded her arms and frowned, becoming slightly more defensive in her tone and stance.
"Well you could've asked me first! Maybe I don't want to go on some date with you!"
Kakarot scratched his head and pulled an adorably puzzled face; so adorable that ChiChi had to suppress a smile as her heart fluttered.
"Well I thought I would be a nice surprise." ChiChi couldn't hold it in anymore, and so, she sweetly smiled. "So, you don't wanna go? That's ok, I- "
"No silly! I just wanted to know where you were taking me too." He let out a barely audible sigh of relief and began to smile mischievously. Before ChiChi even had time to ponder what he was thinking, he swiftly lifted her up into his arms and all ChiChi could do was let out a small surprised yelp as she was suddenly lifted into the night air.
Am I right in saying that everyone wishes they could fly? I mean, humans have aeroplanes, helicopters, jet planes, but that just isn't the same. To be able to feel the wind against your skin and drift through endless clouds, now that would be..
"Amazing!" ChiChi gasped as she closed her eyes and let the cold wind chill her bare skin slightly. Her hair, which Bulma had eventually managed to put up into a loose bun, was slowly coming out of its confines and flowing behind her with the breeze. She breathed in deeply and released her grip on Kakarot's chest armour, outstretching them as much as she could while being held onto tightly by Kakarot. He smiled; happy that she was so happy, just the way he liked her to be. He began to recall the first time that he'd flown, something that one took so lightly when it became as natural as walking or running. It was a warm feeling to be the bringer of ChiChi's happiness. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be soaring through the clouds right now. He ducked and chuckled as one of her arms absently flailed about, nearly whacking his head as she made the most of the moment. As soon as she'd realised that she was in the air, she forgot about yelling at Kakarot for picking her up. Now, she was dreaming, and she didn't want it to end. Ever.
Unfortunately, it did. Kakarot began to descend, and he placed ChiChi's feet on the ground after he'd landed, savouring the moment of having her delicate form in his arms for a little longer. She giddily balanced herself, feeling a slightly dizzy and sick from the gravitational pull in the air. As she steadied herself, her eyes absorbed her surroundings for the 1st time, and she gasped, a smile beginning to appear slowly on her face. Wherever he'd taken her, it was the most beautiful place she'd ever seen. Sure, Earth had its scenic and pretty areas to visit, but nothing compared to this. Kakarot watched as ChiChi began to step forwards towards the tall, 10-15 foot wide waterfall that flowed from the mountains into the wide lake, which formed a wide river. The long, thick grass was a rich blue-green colour thanks to the large amounts of water, and several new species of plants grew near the water, some similar to those on Earth, while others were completely new to the eye. So many bright, exotic colours and new smells, some heavily fragranced, while others not so nice. Nevertheless, ChiChi breathed in all the new smells as she walked towards the loud waterfall; cold air and droplets of water hitting her face as she got closer. The grass crunched underneath her feet, and other sharp blades scratched at her ankles, though she didn't care. The whole scene was just more than she could take in.
"The centre of the forest," Kakarot's voice came from behind her, but she kept staring ahead, her eyes fixed on the reds, pinks, purples, blues and greys in the waterfall, thanks to the sky and the groups of night flies swarming around here and there. "It's.relaxing I guess."
"It's beautiful." It was more than that though, it was romantic and breath taking, probably too romantic and breath taking for a first date, or so ChiChi thought so. "But, why here?" He stared at her, well, the back of her head. Had he insulted her? Had he upset her? Or was she glad that he'd brought her there? Kakarot frowned as he tried to figure out her tone as well as the question itself.
"I don't really know ChiChi. It was a spur of the moment thing I guess. Are you mad?" She smiled, closing her eyes to let her ears absorb the many sounds; the waterfall crashing into the water, the strange high-pitched noises that the flies made, and the gentle breeze. It was all a calming musical melody, a song that made you feel sleepy, drugged almost.
"No. I'm not angry."
He sighed and walked towards her, 'phew! I didn't want to start arguing here and ruin the moment.' ChiChi felt his presence as he stood beside her and quickly opened her eyes; he still hadn't answered her question.
"But..why bring me here? What's the..the purpose?" He looked straight ahead as she stared at his face, his onyx eyes unreadable.
"I wanted to show you, to prove to you how nice it is here. Better than Earth! I wanted you to see this place at least once before the worst happens I guess." His eyes scanned the wall of trees and mountains that surrounded them, like he was admiring the view for the first and last time, even though he'd seen it several times before. ChiChi had the strangest feeling that one of them would be going away, that they wouldn't see each other for a long time, or maybe even never again. It was a strange feeling, considering she'd hated him just a few days ago. She felt fickle, and wondered if she was lying to herself even about her true emotions. But maybe that was normal considered the traumas she's been through. After all, who can define what normal actually is?
"What? What do you mean, 'before the worst happens'?" He frowned and shook his head, closing his eyes once more.
"I don't want to worry you."
"But I want to know! Tell me!" Her curiosity made her even more determined and persistent, and that reflected in her sudden change of tone, although, it was still slightly gentle, just more eager.
"Vegetasei is as doomed as Earth is. Sooner or later, my planet will probably resemble yours." ChiChi gaped at him, visions of the home she'd left coming to mind; dullness, brown, grey, and red colours covered the planet. Everywhere people were depressed, the sky was even grey to reflect people's emotions. It was hell, the agony, the pain, the starvation. ChiChi didn't want to feel or see that ever again. "Vegeta is slowly making a stand against everything, but, well, I'm not even sure if that's enough. He needs the publics support, and that's something he doesn't have."
"But he's the prince isn't he?" Kakarot smiled; it felt good to get everything off his chest. If he'd told anyone else, it would be treacherous; he'd be outlawed and probably hunted down by either Vegeta or Frieza. Either one wouldn't be pretty. But it was nice to actually be listened to for once. He was renowned throughout all classes of soldiers as a baka, and so, his opinion didn't count. But now, a human was listening to him intently, and that was a nice feeling, he felt, special somehow.
"That doesn't make a difference. You see, Frieza has the public's vote, and King Vegeta doesn't. Prince Vegeta isn't far behind on the hate list either." ChiChi heard him sigh and watched as Kakarot walked to the water's edge and sat down, crossing his legs. She followed, wanting to hear more, and kneeled next to him. He was looking at his reflection in the water as he leaned forwards, thinking to himself how much he resembled his father. 'I just wish I could be as brave and strong as my father. I wish he was proud of me. I wish I could be as happy as he was before Frieza arrived. He became general, found a mate, and started a family, all by the time he was 22. I have yet to follow your footsteps father.'
ChiChi watched as he dipped his hand in the water and sent ripples though his reflection and hers even. She wondered what he'd been thinking about. Obviously the young saiyan had problems of his own. 'So, he's humane after all.'
"Erm, who's Frieza? Is he a Saiyan too?"
"Noooo. Frieza's from the changeling race. He's actually the son of King Cold, so he's a prince. But he's 100% pure evil. I've heard stories about him; that he has different forms, each more powerful than the previous, but I have yet to witness them for myself. Frieza's goal is total rule over the entire universe. We purged Earth and may other planets under his orders. But I won't lie to you. Saiyans purged planets long before Frieza took over. We're like pirates I guess. The purging business is very successful and makes our country very rich. We were feared throughout the universe."
ChiChi listened with interest, not taking her eyes off Kakarot, but trying not to keep eye contact for too long. It was something she never could do anyway, an insecure thing that she was trying to overcome. She never thought she's be hearing the history of Vegetasei on her date though, not that she wasn't interested.
"Were feared? Aren't you still?"
"Maybe a little. But there is a greater fear now. Frieza. I hate to tell you all this."
"But I wanted to know." He glanced at her, their eyes meeting for a few seconds before she slyly looked away.
"It's funny," she heard him chuckle and slowly turned her attention back to him. "If I didn't know you were human, I would've thought you were a Saiyan. Well, except for the absence of the tail."
Now normally, she would've kicked up such a fuss and taken that as an insult. However, now, she was intrigued.
"And, what makes you say that?" She unconsciously raised her eyebrow flirtatiously, making him smirk, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach. 'Does he even know how good he looks when he does that? Ack! I can't believe I just thought such impure things! Shame on me!'
"Well, first of all, that damn temper! I mean, geez, I realised the true meaning of feistiness when I met you!" Ok, so his wording had been a little wrong there, and he soon realised as her eyebrows twitched into a frown. "Erm, I mean! Erm. Not that it's a bad thing! Heheh!" He put his hand behind his head, and to his surprise, she smiled.
"Is that all?"
"Well, no. I mean, your features are Saiyan like."
"As in?"
Kakarot smiled nervously; he'd hoped that she wouldn't pry too much into that area. The hair and eye colour was the easy part. But how could he explain to her nicely and decently that she had a toned muscular figure most female Saiyans had?
"Well, erm, your ebony hair!" She smiled and he sighed, telling himself over and over to stop there.
"What about my eyes?" Dammit, she just had to pry!
"Erm, well, darker brown is seen more, but chocolate brown does exist, though it's rare."
Her smile spread to her eyes; 'Kame! He called my eyes chocolate! How sweet!' His nervous smile grew as she pried even more. "And, is that all?"
"Well," he felt hot and under pressure. Should he? Or shouldn't he? His decision would seal the fate of the remainder of the evening. "Erm, you've kinda got, erm."
"Yes?" Was she leaning closer? Kakarot began to sweat, losing his normally cool exterior.
"Well, all the female Saiyans here train, so they erm, have a erm, well, a toned and kinda, muscular figure." He closed his eyes tight, preparing for the verbal bashing he was about to receive.
"Well! I do martial arts, so what do you expect?" He opened one eye to see her calmly looking back at him, and then smiled as he opened the other. "I'm not that muscular either."
"I didn't know you knew martial arts."
"Well, you don't know much about me Kakarot."
This was true, and he wanted to know everything he could about her, right now! Especially the one thing that still troubled him.
"That's true. I wanna know why you tried to end your life. I didn't think I was that bad." She immediately looked away at the mention of her attempted suicide. How could she explain to him the thoughts and emotions that were going through her head at that point? Some still were, but not enough to make her repeat her suicide attempt.
"Well, I was, going through a time where, well, I guess I couldn't be bothered to live anymore. It just, happened." Kakarot didn't understand. If a Saiyan did that and survived, they would be shunned for being so weak. But a Saiyan would never even attempt or think about it in the first place. But he wasn't about to tell her that. "But I didn't do it because of you." That was a relief for him, and he felt like a weight was being lifted from him once she said it.
"But if it wasn't me, then who was it?" She sighed and frowned, not really wanting to discuss it.
"Let's change the subject."
"No, I think I have a right to know. I mean, I did come home to find you in a pool of your own-"
"Please," her voice was quiet as she interrupted him, and he immediately paused. "Just, leave it there. I've had a nice evening. Please don't ruin it."
There was a brief silence between them as he stared at her, and then, simply nodded.
"Fine."
Yet another silence followed, and neither one looked at each other. It seemed either way, the evening was ruined.
A.N: 26/8/03 - I have 1 thing to say; it's tough work writing 2 fanfics @ once! 2/9/03-yay! Finally finished reading 'dark angel' yay! So now I'm back to writing my own stuff. Warning: I start college on Thursday, so updates may be slower now. But this chapters a little longer as an apology for slacking & being lazy. Heheh, chapter 11, 11 pages long! Later!
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Chapter 11: Silence isn't Golden!
A loud grumble echoed through the living room, reminding Bulma that she hadn't filled her growling stomach since breakfast and that had only been 2 mere slices of toast. ChiChi, who loved to cook, had put the last of the potatoes into a pot and left them to boil. Surely they'd be done by now?
"Hey ChiChi let's go eat, I'm starved!"
"Yeah me too." She was a little hesitant to move however, worried in case Kakarrot saw her. She didn't really want to think about what his reaction would be. Bulma, however, literally ran to the door, only to find that no matter how hard she pulled the door handle, it wouldn't open! Vegeta, with his lack of scientific knowledge, had used actual wooden doors as opposed to the electronic doors that he preferred. Only the main front and back doors were electronically locked, but they weren't reliable, and so Bulma had touched them up a little.
"UGH! This door won't budge!" ChiChi's eyebrows rose over her gaping eyes; how could the door not open? She rushed over, but no matter how hard she tried, she too, couldn't get the door to open. Her face went red as she strained her muscles and used all of her strength, but still, it wouldn't budge.
"What are we going to do Bulma? I'll starve if I don't eat something!" Bulma put her hands on her hips, the explanation on the tip of her tongue. 'Vegeta.' She began to bang her fist on the door, startling ChiChi a little from the sudden action.
"VEGETA! WE'RE STUCK IN HERE! LET US OUT NOW!"
Vegeta opened his eyes with a smirk when a shrieking female voice interrupted his peaceful meditation. 'Ah ha, so, they're finally hungry. Heheh, now the fun begins.'
"VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'Shit, what does she want to do? Let the whole of Vegetasei know that where're hiding out here? Stupid baka.' He walked over to the lounge door where he could hear loud banging from the other side. "Finally come to your senses woman?"
Bulma could've hit him, hard. If only she could get to him though! "YOU COWARD VEGETA! UNLOCK THE DOOR NOW!!"
"Why, what are you talking about woman? The door's open."
"LIAR!"
Vegeta chuckled to himself; he loved winding her up. "You're just too weak to open it. Besides, 'girls' aren't allowed in here!"
Bulma gaped at the door like she was gaping at Vegeta, 'what the hell does that mean?'
"Look Vegeta, we just want to eat. You can't keep us locked up in here like prisoners!"
"I believe I can. Besides, I thought you wanted me to stay out of there? You loved the lounge so much, so you can stay in there for all I care! Well, I'm going to eat the wonderful meal that Kakarrot's cooked up before it gets cold.' He grinned and walked back into the kitchen, his grin deepening slightly at every single abusive word that Bulma could think of to yell at him. Damn she was mad, and Vegeta loved it, especially the fact that he was the reason for her temper tonight. It gave him a strange sense of pride from setting off her emotions so easily.
Bulma let out the loudest yell of all time, her face burning red as she kicked the door with all her might. She then screamed again, this time in pain, and hopped around holding her now very sore foot.
"Stupid wood! It had to be stronger than Earth wood didn't it! ARGH! I HATE IT HERE! I HATE HIM!!!"
"Calm down Bulma, there's got to be a solution. Now, stand back." Bulma stared with a puzzled look as ChiChi rolled up her long sleeves, and ran towards the door from the furthest wall.
"CHICHI! NO! ARE YOU-"
*BANG!*
Too late. ChiChi's shoulder collided with the door, and then she sunk to her knees, holding her now very bruised and sore shoulder in pain.
"Ok, bad idea." She winced as she touched it and Bulma ran over, helping her up.
"Are you insane? Why'd you go and do that for?" They sat down on the sofas and ChiChi sighed.
"I studied martial arts back at home. I guess I figured I'd be strong enough to break the door. Guess not."
"Well," Bulma took on a mothering tone, slightly scolding ChiChi. "That was still a stupid idea! You could've at least warned me first you know." She sighed and ChiChi put her head down. "How could Vegeta do such an immature thing? What's his problem? I only asked him to give us some space for awhile. Maybe I needed to spell that out to him. Stupid baka."
"Bulma! The front door!" Bulma shot to her feet, followed by ChiChi. Of course, they could always walk around the outside of the house and get back in through the back door. That would lead them directly into the kitchen.
"Dammit! Why didn't I think of that?" Bulma ran over to the front door and typed in the code to open it. Thankfully, the door slid open, and ChiChi followed Bulma outside. It was a cold evening, and the two women quickly sneaked around the house hugging themselves to keep their bodies warm. "Stupid weather," Bulma muttered as she shuddered from the cold. "It was warmer earlier, so what gives?"
"I thought you said you liked it here?"
"I lied! I hate, repeat, HATE it!" ChiChi shrugged; it was times like these that she didn't dare to question Bulma.
Vegeta shoved another fork full of food into his mouth, chewing and letting the wonderful flavour fill his mouth before letting it slid down his throat and into his gut. He had to admit; Kakarrot really knew how to cook! He guessed his love of food helped in that area. He had his back to the back door, and Kakarrot was facing it. The light was on and all the windows were closed for the night since Vegeta despised the large mosquitoes that inhabited Vegetasei at night. Kakarrot closed his eyes as the food he'd cooked hit his taste buds; he really had outdone himself this time. However, when he opened them, he saw something moving outside.
"Erm, Vegeta-"
"What now Kakarrot? Can't I even eat in peace without you disrupting me!?"
"Never mind." Vegeta rolled his eyes, mumbling something about bakas before he went back to his food. Don't get me wrong here; they weren't delicately eating their food slowly. Noooo. These are Saiyans we're talking about here; they were shovelling the food into their mouths showing no mercy towards it, and they talked with their mouths full and didn't give a damn about it either. It was quite a sight to see them devour the feast, piling up the empty plates as they did so. Kakarot frowned; there they were again! Was this why Vegeta had been so edgy earlier? So they really had been followed! 'Here's your lucky break Kakarot! Time to show Vegeta that you're the best guard! Hey, maybe I'll get a promotion? Wohoo!' Vegeta simply ignored Kakarot as he suddenly got up from the table and headed for the back door.
'Hmph, maybe he's finally decided to piss off. Its about time!'
Vegeta chuckled to himself, and Kakarot walked outside keeping his ki low so as not to be detected. It was dark outside; the moon half full in a starless, dark indigo and crimson sky. The two shadows froze, and Kakarot folded his muscular and war scared arms over his chest.
"Ok, the game's over now. Show yourselves!" He heard quiet, higher toned voices, to high to belong to a man, and he gaped with wide eyes as the two figures stepped into the light.
"CHICHI? What are you two doing out here?" Bulma rolled her eyes and placed her fists on her hips.
"I have a name too you know!"
"Oh, sorry Bulma." But Kakarot's eyes were glued to the stunning ebony haired woman infront of him, and they weren't going to leave her anytime soon.
"Vegeta locked us in the lounge, but the asshole forgot about the front door." Bulma swatted away yet another mosquito; they hadn't left her alone since she'd stepped outside. "So where is he?"
"Kitchen," Kakarot managed to say, surprising Bulma slightly as she thought he hadn't been listening properly. "Wow ChiChi, I hardly recognised you!" Then again.
"Right, I can take a hint. Sure, I know when I'm not wanted." Bulma strolled ahead, waiting for the sympathy she wanted, but didn't get. She could hear ChiChi little giggles as she walked ahead and rolled her eyes. 'So unfair! Why can't I get that kind of attention round here? Is it too much to ask!?'
Vegeta patted his stomach as he placed the final plate onto the tall pile. 'Damn that was good,' he grinned to himself and leaned back on the chair. Although the food had been a slight distraction, it hadn't lasted very long, and now his thoughts were returning to his meeting with his father. 'Of all the fucking nerve! How dare he try to force me into an arranged bond! Bastard. She's probably some slut of his who'll spy on me and report back to him. Hmph! Not if I can help it, he has no claim over me!' He suddenly heard the door open and sighed.
"Kakarot, I thought I told you to fuck off!" He turned around, but his smug expression suddenly changed to startled and shocked. "Oh, it's you. What do you want now woman? Haven't you already learnt enough lessons for today?"
"Ugh! I can't believe you stooped so low tonight Vegeta! I knew you were an immature baka, but-"
"Oh please. I win. You lose. Case clo-"
"NO! The case ISN'T closed until I say so! Now, I wanna battle this out right now! C'mon, bring it on Biatch!"
He raised an eyebrow while Bulma tried to calm her breathing down. 'Biatch? What the fuck is that!?'
"Don't even think about talking to me unless you're sober enough to-"
"I AM FUCKING SOBER YOU MORON!" He backed into his chair at the force of her loud voice that came out as a shriek. "You have some nerve Vegeta. Here I am working my butt off for your sake every single fucking day. I have ONE night off, and you repay me with this?"
"Don't even get me started on the liberties I've given you woman!"
"No, go ahead, what liberties, oh almighty prince, have you given me? Enlighten me!" He stared her right in the eye, but she didn't back away under his constant stare. Her eyes looked somewhat different though, darker almost. Vegeta stumbled for words; he was drawn so much to her eyes that he couldn't pull away. Her eyelashes looked longer, thicker, and simply exaggerated the dark shadows over her eyelids. A thin but dramatic black line outlined her eyes, enhancing their large, almond shape and rich blue- lilac iris colour.
'Kame she's stunning. Those eyes! So, alluring and simply, incredible. Holy crap, I'm going all soppy here! STOP. RIGHT. THERE.'
"Well, I..." He finally pulled up the strength to look away; he had to! He was becoming lost in the depths of her eyes, the windows to her soul, and he didn't like what he was seeing. He'd seen depression, emotional pain, and such emotions that he hadn't known she was feeling. "I give you everything woman! Clothes, a roof over your thick head, workers, food. EVERYTHING! Normal slaves don't get such privileges."
"But I'm not a slave Vegeta, and besides, those are just material things." She sighed and looked at the floor, her tone suddenly a little sad.
"And, your point is?" He didn't want to seem too interested, but deep down, he wanted to know what it was that she so badly desired. What did she want that wasn't materialistic? Was it a feeling, an emotion?
"I want, well. I want something that you can't give me Vegeta, and tonight has proven that to me even more. So that's that, end of story. If you really had a heart, my words should make you think. But knowing you, you'll just brush them aside." She blinked several times, meeting his cold ebony eyes. She narrowed her eyes as she stared into the depths of his; he was always hiding his emotions. She couldn't even tell how he was feeling right now. Was he laughing at her? Was he hurt? Or did he just not give a damn full stop? So many questions that she couldn't answer. "Look, I appreciate what you've done, but if you want something, you have to give a little too!"
"And what the hell does THAT mean?" She couldn't decipher his tone, but it didn't sound too good.
"It means if you want respect for example, you have to respect other people too. It's the way the world goes round, and that's just something you'll have to learn. I'm tired of your little 'games' Vegeta." Vegeta raised an eyebrow; sometimes she was to smart for her own good.
"Oh? And since when did you think that you could order me around?" She closed her eyes with frustration and sighed, ' why does he have to be so impossible?'
"I'm not ordering you around Vegeta, I'm giving you some advice! But like I said, you're not capable of understanding, or even trying at least to understand. Anyway, thanks to you, I've got countless mosquito bites all over me, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna go shower." She stormed passed him without even looking at him, and he rested his chin on his palm as he leaned on the table with his elbow.
'She's wrong! I AM capable of understanding, I just.don't want to! Hmph.' But no matter how hard he tried, her words still stung. But they stung in the strangest of places; they stung his heart. Was such a thing even possible? She'd practically accused him of not having a heart, but here he was, thinking about her words over and over, and the more he did, the more it hurt. 'Damn that woman and her gift to wound without even physically attacking! She has no idea what thoughts go through my head! How I'm constantly fighting my own feelings! She doesn't know the half of it. I could've just turned her over to my father and allow him to turn her into another one of his little whores, but I didn't! I've put myself in danger by hiding the damn bitch here! Doesn't she even wonder what the consequences would be if Frieza or my father found out?' He rubbed his chin, a gesture he'd inherited from his father unfortunately, and therefore cursed himself for doing so, even though he couldn't help it. 'No, of course she doesn't, she doesn't even know how unstable Vegetasei is right now. Maybe it's time I brought her into the real world. Show her the suffering that my people have endured, the lies that they've been told. She really doesn't have a clue. She thinks that she's had it tough? I've given her paradise compared to others!'
Bulma stopped on her way upstairs, noticing the chair conveniently placed under the door handle leading to the lounge. 'Immature lying bastard! I oughta smack that in his face!' She removed the chair from under the door handle and threw it at the kitchen door, pleased with the loud sound that it caused as wood collided with metal under the extreme force of her throw. 'He better thing twice before he tries to pull something like that off again!' She climbed up the wooden stairs, stomping her feet as she did so, trying to let loose some pent up rage. She could've just had an all out shouting match with Vegeta, but she was somewhat pleased with her decision to use emotional injuries.
'Let's see how he deals with that! Besides, if all else fails, I still have my temper, and it's on red alert right now!' She grinned and reached the upper level, which only consisted of the large master bedroom and the large bathroom next door to it.
'Though he's a pain in the ass, Vegeta definitely knows how to design interiors. Hey, he could be on 'changing rooms' heheh! I could just picture it now; "WHAT! WHY DON'T YOU LIKE WHAT IVE DONE HERE BAKA? YOU SHOULD BE GLAD I DECIDED TO WASTE MY TIME ON YOUR PATHETIC WASTE OF SPACE!" Heh, or, maybe not. Wait, quit that Bulma, you're in a mood with him, remember? Good.' She smiled smugly to herself and locked the bathroom door behind her. Her face looked back at her in the mirror, and she sighed. 'Ok, so maybe I was a little hard on him, but Vegeta's a big boy after all, he can handle it. And besides, I had to get that off my chest. Ugh! I swear I'm goin schizo! What's up with my constant feeling of being in two minds?'
Meanwhile, while the house was very quiet as the prince and scientist kept their distance from each other, ChiChi was being dragged through the forest at such a speed, that she fought hard to keep her feet on the ground.
"AAAAHH! Kakarot, where are we going?" He gripped her wrist tightly as he led her through the endless amount of very tall leafy trees. The night air was calm, almost mystical, as glowing night flies swarmed in large clusters here and there. They were much like the ones on Earth, except this species glowed with a bright, blood red. "STOP!!!" He immediately complied, and watched as ChiChi hunched over to catch her breath. Kakarot really was a mystery as well as someone who acted on impulse. First he'd been staring at her, taking in every inch of her even after Bulma had left. Then, his expression had changed into a goofy teeth-baring grin, and before ChiChi had time to answer, he'd simply said "I have an idea!" and off they went. Well, off he went, dragging ChiChi along with him. "Kakarot, what...is," ChiChi swallowed, gasping for sufficient air to fill her lungs. "The meaning of this?" He smiled, putting his arms hands behind his head.
"Well, I thought since you looked so pretty and all, I'd take you somewhere special!"
ChiChi swatted yet another mosquito, and sighed. 'Well, he really picked a great time to take me out on a date! Wait..DATE!! Oh Kame, my first date! What do I do what do I do? Gosh I wish I asked Bulma about this! She'd know what to do! Argh!' So she folded her arms and frowned, becoming slightly more defensive in her tone and stance.
"Well you could've asked me first! Maybe I don't want to go on some date with you!"
Kakarot scratched his head and pulled an adorably puzzled face; so adorable that ChiChi had to suppress a smile as her heart fluttered.
"Well I thought I would be a nice surprise." ChiChi couldn't hold it in anymore, and so, she sweetly smiled. "So, you don't wanna go? That's ok, I- "
"No silly! I just wanted to know where you were taking me too." He let out a barely audible sigh of relief and began to smile mischievously. Before ChiChi even had time to ponder what he was thinking, he swiftly lifted her up into his arms and all ChiChi could do was let out a small surprised yelp as she was suddenly lifted into the night air.
Am I right in saying that everyone wishes they could fly? I mean, humans have aeroplanes, helicopters, jet planes, but that just isn't the same. To be able to feel the wind against your skin and drift through endless clouds, now that would be..
"Amazing!" ChiChi gasped as she closed her eyes and let the cold wind chill her bare skin slightly. Her hair, which Bulma had eventually managed to put up into a loose bun, was slowly coming out of its confines and flowing behind her with the breeze. She breathed in deeply and released her grip on Kakarot's chest armour, outstretching them as much as she could while being held onto tightly by Kakarot. He smiled; happy that she was so happy, just the way he liked her to be. He began to recall the first time that he'd flown, something that one took so lightly when it became as natural as walking or running. It was a warm feeling to be the bringer of ChiChi's happiness. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be soaring through the clouds right now. He ducked and chuckled as one of her arms absently flailed about, nearly whacking his head as she made the most of the moment. As soon as she'd realised that she was in the air, she forgot about yelling at Kakarot for picking her up. Now, she was dreaming, and she didn't want it to end. Ever.
Unfortunately, it did. Kakarot began to descend, and he placed ChiChi's feet on the ground after he'd landed, savouring the moment of having her delicate form in his arms for a little longer. She giddily balanced herself, feeling a slightly dizzy and sick from the gravitational pull in the air. As she steadied herself, her eyes absorbed her surroundings for the 1st time, and she gasped, a smile beginning to appear slowly on her face. Wherever he'd taken her, it was the most beautiful place she'd ever seen. Sure, Earth had its scenic and pretty areas to visit, but nothing compared to this. Kakarot watched as ChiChi began to step forwards towards the tall, 10-15 foot wide waterfall that flowed from the mountains into the wide lake, which formed a wide river. The long, thick grass was a rich blue-green colour thanks to the large amounts of water, and several new species of plants grew near the water, some similar to those on Earth, while others were completely new to the eye. So many bright, exotic colours and new smells, some heavily fragranced, while others not so nice. Nevertheless, ChiChi breathed in all the new smells as she walked towards the loud waterfall; cold air and droplets of water hitting her face as she got closer. The grass crunched underneath her feet, and other sharp blades scratched at her ankles, though she didn't care. The whole scene was just more than she could take in.
"The centre of the forest," Kakarot's voice came from behind her, but she kept staring ahead, her eyes fixed on the reds, pinks, purples, blues and greys in the waterfall, thanks to the sky and the groups of night flies swarming around here and there. "It's.relaxing I guess."
"It's beautiful." It was more than that though, it was romantic and breath taking, probably too romantic and breath taking for a first date, or so ChiChi thought so. "But, why here?" He stared at her, well, the back of her head. Had he insulted her? Had he upset her? Or was she glad that he'd brought her there? Kakarot frowned as he tried to figure out her tone as well as the question itself.
"I don't really know ChiChi. It was a spur of the moment thing I guess. Are you mad?" She smiled, closing her eyes to let her ears absorb the many sounds; the waterfall crashing into the water, the strange high-pitched noises that the flies made, and the gentle breeze. It was all a calming musical melody, a song that made you feel sleepy, drugged almost.
"No. I'm not angry."
He sighed and walked towards her, 'phew! I didn't want to start arguing here and ruin the moment.' ChiChi felt his presence as he stood beside her and quickly opened her eyes; he still hadn't answered her question.
"But..why bring me here? What's the..the purpose?" He looked straight ahead as she stared at his face, his onyx eyes unreadable.
"I wanted to show you, to prove to you how nice it is here. Better than Earth! I wanted you to see this place at least once before the worst happens I guess." His eyes scanned the wall of trees and mountains that surrounded them, like he was admiring the view for the first and last time, even though he'd seen it several times before. ChiChi had the strangest feeling that one of them would be going away, that they wouldn't see each other for a long time, or maybe even never again. It was a strange feeling, considering she'd hated him just a few days ago. She felt fickle, and wondered if she was lying to herself even about her true emotions. But maybe that was normal considered the traumas she's been through. After all, who can define what normal actually is?
"What? What do you mean, 'before the worst happens'?" He frowned and shook his head, closing his eyes once more.
"I don't want to worry you."
"But I want to know! Tell me!" Her curiosity made her even more determined and persistent, and that reflected in her sudden change of tone, although, it was still slightly gentle, just more eager.
"Vegetasei is as doomed as Earth is. Sooner or later, my planet will probably resemble yours." ChiChi gaped at him, visions of the home she'd left coming to mind; dullness, brown, grey, and red colours covered the planet. Everywhere people were depressed, the sky was even grey to reflect people's emotions. It was hell, the agony, the pain, the starvation. ChiChi didn't want to feel or see that ever again. "Vegeta is slowly making a stand against everything, but, well, I'm not even sure if that's enough. He needs the publics support, and that's something he doesn't have."
"But he's the prince isn't he?" Kakarot smiled; it felt good to get everything off his chest. If he'd told anyone else, it would be treacherous; he'd be outlawed and probably hunted down by either Vegeta or Frieza. Either one wouldn't be pretty. But it was nice to actually be listened to for once. He was renowned throughout all classes of soldiers as a baka, and so, his opinion didn't count. But now, a human was listening to him intently, and that was a nice feeling, he felt, special somehow.
"That doesn't make a difference. You see, Frieza has the public's vote, and King Vegeta doesn't. Prince Vegeta isn't far behind on the hate list either." ChiChi heard him sigh and watched as Kakarot walked to the water's edge and sat down, crossing his legs. She followed, wanting to hear more, and kneeled next to him. He was looking at his reflection in the water as he leaned forwards, thinking to himself how much he resembled his father. 'I just wish I could be as brave and strong as my father. I wish he was proud of me. I wish I could be as happy as he was before Frieza arrived. He became general, found a mate, and started a family, all by the time he was 22. I have yet to follow your footsteps father.'
ChiChi watched as he dipped his hand in the water and sent ripples though his reflection and hers even. She wondered what he'd been thinking about. Obviously the young saiyan had problems of his own. 'So, he's humane after all.'
"Erm, who's Frieza? Is he a Saiyan too?"
"Noooo. Frieza's from the changeling race. He's actually the son of King Cold, so he's a prince. But he's 100% pure evil. I've heard stories about him; that he has different forms, each more powerful than the previous, but I have yet to witness them for myself. Frieza's goal is total rule over the entire universe. We purged Earth and may other planets under his orders. But I won't lie to you. Saiyans purged planets long before Frieza took over. We're like pirates I guess. The purging business is very successful and makes our country very rich. We were feared throughout the universe."
ChiChi listened with interest, not taking her eyes off Kakarot, but trying not to keep eye contact for too long. It was something she never could do anyway, an insecure thing that she was trying to overcome. She never thought she's be hearing the history of Vegetasei on her date though, not that she wasn't interested.
"Were feared? Aren't you still?"
"Maybe a little. But there is a greater fear now. Frieza. I hate to tell you all this."
"But I wanted to know." He glanced at her, their eyes meeting for a few seconds before she slyly looked away.
"It's funny," she heard him chuckle and slowly turned her attention back to him. "If I didn't know you were human, I would've thought you were a Saiyan. Well, except for the absence of the tail."
Now normally, she would've kicked up such a fuss and taken that as an insult. However, now, she was intrigued.
"And, what makes you say that?" She unconsciously raised her eyebrow flirtatiously, making him smirk, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach. 'Does he even know how good he looks when he does that? Ack! I can't believe I just thought such impure things! Shame on me!'
"Well, first of all, that damn temper! I mean, geez, I realised the true meaning of feistiness when I met you!" Ok, so his wording had been a little wrong there, and he soon realised as her eyebrows twitched into a frown. "Erm, I mean! Erm. Not that it's a bad thing! Heheh!" He put his hand behind his head, and to his surprise, she smiled.
"Is that all?"
"Well, no. I mean, your features are Saiyan like."
"As in?"
Kakarot smiled nervously; he'd hoped that she wouldn't pry too much into that area. The hair and eye colour was the easy part. But how could he explain to her nicely and decently that she had a toned muscular figure most female Saiyans had?
"Well, erm, your ebony hair!" She smiled and he sighed, telling himself over and over to stop there.
"What about my eyes?" Dammit, she just had to pry!
"Erm, well, darker brown is seen more, but chocolate brown does exist, though it's rare."
Her smile spread to her eyes; 'Kame! He called my eyes chocolate! How sweet!' His nervous smile grew as she pried even more. "And, is that all?"
"Well," he felt hot and under pressure. Should he? Or shouldn't he? His decision would seal the fate of the remainder of the evening. "Erm, you've kinda got, erm."
"Yes?" Was she leaning closer? Kakarot began to sweat, losing his normally cool exterior.
"Well, all the female Saiyans here train, so they erm, have a erm, well, a toned and kinda, muscular figure." He closed his eyes tight, preparing for the verbal bashing he was about to receive.
"Well! I do martial arts, so what do you expect?" He opened one eye to see her calmly looking back at him, and then smiled as he opened the other. "I'm not that muscular either."
"I didn't know you knew martial arts."
"Well, you don't know much about me Kakarot."
This was true, and he wanted to know everything he could about her, right now! Especially the one thing that still troubled him.
"That's true. I wanna know why you tried to end your life. I didn't think I was that bad." She immediately looked away at the mention of her attempted suicide. How could she explain to him the thoughts and emotions that were going through her head at that point? Some still were, but not enough to make her repeat her suicide attempt.
"Well, I was, going through a time where, well, I guess I couldn't be bothered to live anymore. It just, happened." Kakarot didn't understand. If a Saiyan did that and survived, they would be shunned for being so weak. But a Saiyan would never even attempt or think about it in the first place. But he wasn't about to tell her that. "But I didn't do it because of you." That was a relief for him, and he felt like a weight was being lifted from him once she said it.
"But if it wasn't me, then who was it?" She sighed and frowned, not really wanting to discuss it.
"Let's change the subject."
"No, I think I have a right to know. I mean, I did come home to find you in a pool of your own-"
"Please," her voice was quiet as she interrupted him, and he immediately paused. "Just, leave it there. I've had a nice evening. Please don't ruin it."
There was a brief silence between them as he stared at her, and then, simply nodded.
"Fine."
Yet another silence followed, and neither one looked at each other. It seemed either way, the evening was ruined.