Part 6
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She has been relatively quiet for the past few days, working hard and making adjustments to the gravity chamber and surprisingly paying little or no attention to me. I don't think I have done anything wrong; in fact I've been as helpful as I can when I've been asked to do something in particular, of course.
I can feel the heat of summer rising by a degree every day and sleeping at night has become increasingly more difficult. I worry about her. Yamcha has stopped trying to intrude on her life which I am thoroughly thankful for, that jerk should know that it is best to stay as far away from her as possible now that I am swearing my loyalty to her, and although she doesn't know it, I am secretly vowing to protect her from him and anyone else who ever tries to harm her.
Every morning I wake up with an erect hard bulge in my shorts and it's become a regular thing for me to go have a shower and hallucinate that she is in there with me, her naked body against mine, so close and then I would release, trying my best not to growl my satisfaction. A satisfaction that disgusted me but it would do for now but I hated it. I want to be able to wake up and have her beside me and I want her love.
No, I don't want that, I don't need it and I can't have it. She will never love me.
At the breakfast table she would barely say a word to anyone, not even her mother and I knew there was something else that was hurting inside her, something more horrible than what that filthy Yamcha had done to her and there was something holding her back from telling because sometimes, when she did look up and her eyes met mine I saw nothing but desperation, a need to escape or let go and it was as though she was searching my eyes for the answer, a key to her freedom. I couldn't handle it, I would break the shared gaze and leave the table to go to the gravity chamber and train for hours upon hours to forget about the way she stared at me.
I remember when she had rested her head upon my shoulders a few days ago, I loved the touch of her soft skin upon my shoulder, her silky hair ruffled and curly and I recall how she had looked up at me and that feeling surged deep in my heart and an instinct to kiss her became so strong that I was forced to tell her to leave otherwise I would give in to these simple animal instincts of mine. She's not ready for that sort of attention from me and I'm nowhere near ready to give her that attention. I want to be more than something than just something for her to fall back on when things go wrong, I want to be something she's going to cherish before I kiss those sweet, tempting, soft pink lips of hers.
Some nights I would her hear quietly sobbing but I think she knew this and then she would become silent. I was so angry and in such a state of rage that I was beginning to lose all motivation to train to become a super saiyan, I know hurting Yamcha would accomplish nothing but it would be a satisfying act of revenge.
Tonight I would confront her for sure, I must tell her how I feel about her, and she must know that there are men out there that are not cruel and unworthy mates. Perhaps my confession will ease her pain.
I lie down on my bed and bury my face into my pillow. Tonight I will shed my saiyan pride for a chance to give what little affection I can muster towards the human woman. All my saiyan instincts tell me not to do it but all that I have seen and felt since I've met her it's like I have two sets of instincts, she has taught me so much and I can't learn more if I allow ancient saiyan instinctive nature to take over me, I'm surrounded by humans now, not saiyans so perhaps the saiyan instinct that dominates my way of thinking is useless.
Bulma, tonight you shall realise the meaning of true love, no matter how damn hurt you were by Yamcha, I will give you a better life, a life you deserve.