Inside Vegeta

Part 2 (by request)

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You know what it is that you want, and you want it more than anything, in fact, you start forcing yourself to believe that you need it. Love, is it a necessity?

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In her all her brilliance I am most fascinated by her own internal strength, the power of her knowledge combined with the fierce glow in her eyes. I wonder some days, that perhaps she can see into my soul and feel the sorrow that is buried deep beneath my skin.

Now she begins fixing the chamber in which I train, she occasionally grunts in frustration when she drops a tool or loses a nail or bolt but she never stops working. Lately she's been working more furiously than ever after she ended the relationship with Yamcha, perhaps he was to weak to live up to her standards or expectations, I do not know. I feel pleased she has gotten rid of him. Does she know this?

I tap my foot impatiently but it doesn't seem to annoy her as she pays me no attention at all. I frown and begin to throw light punches in the air and a few high kicks here and there. Still, she remains focused on the work before her and ignores me. I stop in my tracks as I here a car pull up out the front of the capsule corporation complex and out of the corner of my eye through the window, I notice a shiny bright red convertible and I growl under my breath for I know who owns that car and I despise him, I thought it was over with him.

Yamcha knocks on the front door but Bulma ignores the sound and continues the work. I ask her if she would like me to answer the door but Bulma insists that I do not and that I too should ignore him. She knows who it is at the front door and I feel threatened. Strange I should feel this way, she isn't really my property and she can make her own decisions but what if she decides she made a mistake and returns to his arms? What do I do?

Yamcha begins calling her name and then leaves after a few more attempts to get her attention. I'm amazed at how well Bulma controls the anger that I sense is burning within her. A small energy engulfs her, a rage that I find most amusing, she is almost saiyan-like at times which, I have to admit is rather admirable.

Bulma throws down the spanner and stands up, wiping her nose and smudging some grease over her face by accident. She turns to face and smiles. It's all done, she tells me and I smile gratefully and take off my shirt as I walk through the door to enter the chamber. I flex my muscles as I walk past her and I notice that she blushes slightly.

Wait! What am I doing? I cannot…no, wait! I must not flirt with this human, no matter how much the desire for her burns within me. I grunt rudely and close the door behind me, blocking her from view.

I must now train, get her out of my mind for good. I sit on the ground and cross my legs and I begin meditation, training my mind first is far more important than my body but what good will my mind be in battle if I only think of her? I am far more important and superior, my only objective since I came back to this planet was to be stronger than that low class saiyan but my mind is beginning to sway and my purpose of being here is now distorted. I want more than power and strength. I want more than speed and endurance. When I fight those damn androids I want to be fighting for more than just saving a strange planet occupied by strange people, I want to fight for her, and I want her to know that it is because of her that I shall transform and win.

Will the power of love, or simply the idea of it save me or condemn me? What is my destiny to be now that I want this woman to be apart of my life?

My heart now feels heavy and my mind is foggy with confusion, so I lay down and rest to clear my mind before I begin meditation once more.