A/N: After surviving my first case of Writer's Block-itis, I feel like I'm
on a roll. I'm hoping to continue this fic, but I'm in no big hurry to
finish. I just don't want to drag out any scenes (like I did in the last
two chapters). Well, I've read some long fics like "Opposites Attract" and
"An Alternate Love" (both by Hella) and noticed that though the beginning
was kinda rocky, it got going and was very detailed as time and chapters
went on. That's what I'm hoping will happen to this fic. **sigh**
weeeeellllll, get ready for this chapter, it's long and it'll be a bit more
on the serious side...
Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this chapter, after chapter, after chapter...
:::::::::SPECIAL NOTE:::::::::: "~/words/~" are Veggie's thoughts...ff.net was being weird about these my other symbols so I changed it!
Chapter Four: 3. You're the Root of All My Problems
Kick...punch, punch...kick, kick, dodge. After the first fifteen or so rounds of battling with a bot that had been programmed to repeat the same moves over and over again, it could get a little, well...annoying. Standing with legs spread slightly apart, the training warrior blasted the battle bot with one of his newest and bug-less moves, the Big Bang Attack. A smirk etched itself into his features as scraps and pieces of metal flew at various angles, ricocheting off the walls and landing in heaps. Ah, destruction was sweeter than honey. That was his job, his living. Some people built things, others programmed things, but he...Heh Heh...destroyed them.
His previous day of vacation had proved worthwhile. The muscles that needed rest were solid, ready to strengthen, and his mind, well...that would need some working on. He mentally cursed himself for being so...gah, he couldn't even find the word for it. That tiny woman who was somewhere on the premises, he gathered (thanks to his finely tuned ki-sensing ability), managed to find a permanent place in his mind. If anything, the very thought of her was holding him back. And that promise he had made...ARGH! How could he have been so foolish as to promise to protect her? But a Saiya-jin word was an unbreakable promise, and as the Prince of said people, he had to be an example (despite the fact that there was a full-blooded idiot and half-breed under his command, but who cares about the little details?).
Kick, kick...punch, dodge...kick, punch, punch, kick. ~/Another blasted training bot...how much time did that woman have on her hands?????/~ To say that Vegeta was upset would be the understatement of the millennium. Anger didn't fit the bill, neither did hate...so what was it? Those were the only two emotions he was used to. He growled in frustration. Powering up slightly, he threw an array of ki blasts at the poor, unsuspecting robot. It disintegrated, giving one final click before disappearing forever. Much better. Coal-colored eyes looked around the room, noting that he had finally destroyed ALL of the bots. ~/The Onna is going to be ticked.../~ he thought, looking at the scorch marks and piles of debris. He took one step forward, only to stop dead in his tracks...
...since when did he care about her emotions?...
Well, we learn something new everyday. It has only been one day since the kiss...he frowned, the memory flashing through his mind's eye. ~/Ah, so now we're down to that./~ His frown deepened. A sudden realization hit him faster than any ki-ball could. He had feelings for the Onna! Vegeta, the Crown Prince of his planet, had feelings for the Onna!! It was almost too much to bear.
He put his hand to his forehead, shaking his head, and headed towards the door. It seemed as though this was going to be one of those days.
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Bulma often wondered what went on inside a Saiya-jin's head. Not that she absolutely needed to know, but it was kinda like those weird mysteries, or one of the seven wonders of the world, Saiya-jins making the count go up to eight. Vegeta had come into the kitchen, as he usually did about this time, but instead of making his way to the table, walked up to her, placed her hand on his forehead and asked if he had a temperature.
"No..." she had said, unsure of why he needed to know that. He nodded, and walked right out of the kitchen, not even paying attention to the food on the table.
If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that Vegeta was an enigma, a tower of strength. Though one couldn't lean on him for support (he'd usually let you fall flat on your face), he could boost your confidence level by encouraging you, even if that wasn't his goal.
"Show no fear, feel no fear, know no fear," is his motto, and a pretty good one at that. Bulma herself had a weakness for letting her emotions show without screening them.
@^ flashback @^
Before her final break-up with Yamcha, Bulma had another fight with him. He came to Capsule Corp. drunk, wanting to take Bulma out to a club and party till morning. The blue-haired genius, however, had a big meeting the following morning, and couldn't afford to miss it. The drunk warrior broke his current bottle on the sidewalk (they had moved out into the yard so as not to disturb the sleeping household) and held it to Bulma's stomach, threatening her.
"Scream, and I'll kill you," he warned.
"Yamcha, please. You're drunk; go home and get sobered up," she had pleaded in a quivering voice. Her boyfriend never got to reply...her hero had come to the rescue for the first time ever. He punched out Yamcha, deposited him in the car he had arrived in, and caught Bulma before she had fallen.
"Vegeta?"
"Hush woman, I'll get you back inside." A minute later, he set her down on her big bed, and jumped back when she burst into tears. "I can't believe him!" Bulma whispered. Vegeta pulled the covers up to her chin. "What if he does it again? Gosh, I'm so scared!"
"Go to sleep Onna. I can assure you that he won't wake up for a long time." A smirk ended that matter.
"But I'm **yawn** scared..." her eyes began to droop.
"Show no fear, feel no fear, know no fear..." he whispered to her, just loud enough for her to hear.
@^ end of flashback @^
Bulma smiled. Yup, Vegeta had come a long way since then. Ok, so it's only been five months since that incident. But when she was around him she felt, I dunno, safe. Secure. With him around, she felt as though no one could lay a harmful finger on her, something she hadn't felt since she was a little girl. Perhaps there was something else to Vegeta. He wasn't all that bad, she could testify to that. On occasion, even before the whole "vacation incident" from the day before, they could lounge around the house, not a bad thought or smart ass comment passing through their lips at each other. Heck, he even gave her half decent smiles when she did him a much needed favor! =Maybe, if this whole friendship thing works out, I can get him to open up more! I hope he'll let me, after all, he is my hero. **grins** =
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Coal colored eyes threatened to burn holes into the ceiling. He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been lying there, but he estimated it to be about a half an hour or so. His mind was all jumbled up, confusion surfacing, no, seeping through every pore in his body. Yeah, he sure goofed up in this department. The young man had been trained to show no emotion, after all, emotion was the downfall of every baka that ever graced the universe. Look at his father! He was a prime example of dangerous emotions. But the Prince couldn't dwell on that now...it would only make matters worse.
Now he was stuck on this mud ball of a planet for the rest of his life (or whenever the Onna decided to get herself a mate). Psht, some way to live, eh? Sure, he could've easily slapped her hand away, rebuked her on that very spot for such an idea...but...the way she looked at him at that moment. Vegeta couldn't, wouldn't, erase that image of her from his mind. Her eyes seemed to tell him that she needed him. And his nightmare from the previous night didn't help much either.....
*^*^Dream/Nightmare^*^*
Darkness enveloped him. All he could see was the pitch-blackness of his surroundings. He brought his hand up to his face, bearly making out the outline. Then, the whole scene fizzed and swirled, showing a city partially destroyed. Billows of smoke floated out of buildings, fires blazed. It was as if some apocalyptic movie scene came to life.
Vegeta flew upwards, just enough to see the entire city. Hn, his suspicions were correct. Half the city had been leveled, the other half nearly there. He looked towards a sign, trying to figure out where he was....
"West City," his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Oi, Vegeta! Are you just going to stand there and let the city die?"
The Saiya-jin Elite turned around, coming face to face with, "Kakarot? What's going on?" The third class warrior tilted his head towards the burning city. "The Androids, remember? One of 'em must've whacked you hard on the head."
"Enough, fool. Where are they now?"
A strange look passed over Goku's face, one that Vegeta didn't like. "That's why I've come to get you. Ya know those com-links Bulma gave us?"
Vegeta had no idea, it was just a dream. But to save complications, and get straight to the point, he nodded. "Well, Bulma called and said she picked up some fast movements on the radar on C.C. grounds. She wants us to go check it out. Thinks its the Androids, and she's afraid that the baby might try to go after them."
~/BABY?! NANI?! What baby? Bah, never mind.../~ "Kakarot, use your instant transmission."
"Right."
((Capsule Corp.))
The sense of de ja vu quickly vanished as Vegeta regained his bearings. They were in Dr. Briefs' lab...standing next to the wide-eyed, shell shocked man. Vegeta grabbed the old man's shoulders and turned him so they were face to face. "Where's the Onna?"
His response was a blink.
"Where's Bulma?"
Another blink. Vegeta's left eye twitched. He shook the doctor's shoulders and repeated his question. Nothing. It was as if he were talking to a wall. But hope seemed to smile down on Vegeta as the older man's mouth opened.
"She's..." he closed his eyes and mouth, inhaling deeply. "She's in her lab...with...the...baby. T-The Androids fol...lowed us inside..."
"Blast it old man! Spit it out!"
"Bulma built a gun, strong one...shot up the Androids and locked up her lab. Haven't heard from her since..." Dr. Briefs passed out, causing Vegeta to get annoyed. Ok, the dream in itself annoyed him...but he had to get to Bulma and the baby...whoever the baby was.
He carefully opened up the Lab door, followed by Goku, and lightly walked down the hall. ~/Why did that Onna have to have the lab farthest from the rest of the house?!/~ His gold-tipped boots lightly clicked on the linoleum floor, and for once, Vegeta wished he was wearing sneakers. Goku's boots also clicked, and soon they walked in unison.
Bulma's door seemed to have gotten taller to the Prince, but this detail was not important to him. He typed in the password, hoping to end this weird, random dream. With a hiss, the door opened, revealing a dark room with only one overhead light on. The two Saiya-jins ventured further into the lab, the smell of smoke and charred wires filling their nostrils. Vegeta took two steps and stopped. Something sticky yet slippery was on the bottom of his boots. He cautiously looked down...
...blood...
Who's blood, was the question. He gulped, an overwhelming sense of fear sweeping through his body. But this fear wasn't of the predator, he knew he could take on any challenge...but the prey, well, he really didn't want to know who it was. ~/Show no fear, feel no fear, know no fear,/~ he repeated to himself in his mind.
One table turned over. A chair askew from the rest. Then a shoe-covered foot. His eyes followed the foot to the leg, the waist, then up to the face. Dead. She was dead. Ki no longer radiated from her body. Her beautiful blue hair was matted with blood, body sprawled out on the floor and covered in blood. He fell to his knees, swallowing the sob that had threatened to come. It had been years since he had cried, and he didn't feel like crying out in the open, in front of his rival. Later, yeah, he could crawl into a corner and cry all he wanted. But not now.
Goku gasped, grabbing Vegeta's shoulder. "Vegeta," he whispered, "look." He pointed to a spot a few feet away from Bulma's body. A smaller body, belonging to a child no older than one, was also sprawled out. It's locks of lavender hair were not tinted with blood, but it was clear that the child was also dead. Vegeta could feel something warm traveling down his cheeks. He reached up and touched it, looking at his gloved hands. Tears...
Goku's hand still rested on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Vegeta. Nobody should have to loose his family this way..."
*^*^End of Nightmare^*^*
Vegeta had awakened and gone out to train, not being able to get back to sleep. Now his body was screaming at him. Lack of food + lack of sleep = bitter/unhappy Saiya-jin. There wasn't any time to dwell on the dream now. He could do that later. For now, he would just have to train harder.
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Vegeta stood in the doorway of the kitchen, content with hearing the woman sing along with the radio (even if her constant singing DID get annoying). He felt like insulting her, making up for their daily verbal spouts he had missed. But the irritating pounding from his headache reminded him that he wasn't up for a battle of wits.
The DJ popped in some commercials on the radio station, making Bulma turn down the volume. She looked towards the door and noticed her houseguest leaning against the frame, arms crossed, as always.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself," he growled.
"Rough day?"
"What ever gave you that idea?" he replied sarcastically.
"Headache? Most people do get one when they don't eat and go out to exercise." Vegeta just grunted from his spot. Bulma shrugged; hey, she was trying! "Alright, caveman. Sit down, dinner will be ready in a minute." He sat down, elbow propped up on the table, head in hand.
"How long have I been out?"
"You were sleeping? Hmm...you came in at about, I'd say...one o'clock. A solid four hours. It's five now."
"Great..." he muttered. Another wasted day of training. Then he remembered... "What happened to my lunch?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! Goku and Chi Chi came by to pick up their car (I had to fix the power steering pump), and your lunch just sat there, getting cold. I offered it to Goku, and he happily ate it."
Vegeta frowned. ~/Leave it to Kakarot to get all the breaks. I'm stuck here, with a headache, unable to train with all these RANDOM distractions, and can't even go Super yet!.../~
"WHAT AM I MISSING??"
Bulma blinked, staring at Vegeta. "Huh?"
"What part of the puzzle am I missing?" Bulma blinked again, looking at the table. =...I don't see a puzzle...= "What on Earth are you talking about?"
Vegeta looked at her and sweat-dropped. ~/-_-;;; I didn't think I had said that out loud./~ "Nothing Onna. Don't worry about it."
"If you say so Geta."
Coal eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that."
"Call you what?"
"That 'nickname', as you humans put it. It's alright for animals, but not me. My name is Vegeta."
"Well, my name is Bulma, but you find it fit to call me 'Onna'. So, until you starting saying MY REAL name, I'll call you whatever I want." She slammed the last plate of food on the table, ending her part of the conversation. The heiress of Capsule Corp. turned around swiftly, grabbing her keys and headed for the back door.
"Where are you going?" Vegeta demanded.
"Out," and the door slammed behind her.
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Well, that wasn't the "beautiful" start of the friendship I was aiming for, but hey, I know where I'm going with this!...sort of... Any who....my next chapter hits the angsty side. Veggie starts to feel like a heel for snapping at Bulma, and Bulma feels like a terd for pushing his button after a hard day of training. Both start to get anxious, and pride tries to get in the way. Will these two be able to set everything aside? **GASP** Or will they be doomed to be apart forever?!?!
Lol...sorry. Random "DBZ Announcer" person moment. Plz Read and Review, and look out for my next chapter: 4. You Never Give Up !!!
Special shout out to: Kat421 and afk! Thanx for the compliments and keep sending in those reviews!!!!
Ja Ne!
~*Pearl*~
Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this chapter, after chapter, after chapter...
:::::::::SPECIAL NOTE:::::::::: "~/words/~" are Veggie's thoughts...ff.net was being weird about these my other symbols so I changed it!
Chapter Four: 3. You're the Root of All My Problems
Kick...punch, punch...kick, kick, dodge. After the first fifteen or so rounds of battling with a bot that had been programmed to repeat the same moves over and over again, it could get a little, well...annoying. Standing with legs spread slightly apart, the training warrior blasted the battle bot with one of his newest and bug-less moves, the Big Bang Attack. A smirk etched itself into his features as scraps and pieces of metal flew at various angles, ricocheting off the walls and landing in heaps. Ah, destruction was sweeter than honey. That was his job, his living. Some people built things, others programmed things, but he...Heh Heh...destroyed them.
His previous day of vacation had proved worthwhile. The muscles that needed rest were solid, ready to strengthen, and his mind, well...that would need some working on. He mentally cursed himself for being so...gah, he couldn't even find the word for it. That tiny woman who was somewhere on the premises, he gathered (thanks to his finely tuned ki-sensing ability), managed to find a permanent place in his mind. If anything, the very thought of her was holding him back. And that promise he had made...ARGH! How could he have been so foolish as to promise to protect her? But a Saiya-jin word was an unbreakable promise, and as the Prince of said people, he had to be an example (despite the fact that there was a full-blooded idiot and half-breed under his command, but who cares about the little details?).
Kick, kick...punch, dodge...kick, punch, punch, kick. ~/Another blasted training bot...how much time did that woman have on her hands?????/~ To say that Vegeta was upset would be the understatement of the millennium. Anger didn't fit the bill, neither did hate...so what was it? Those were the only two emotions he was used to. He growled in frustration. Powering up slightly, he threw an array of ki blasts at the poor, unsuspecting robot. It disintegrated, giving one final click before disappearing forever. Much better. Coal-colored eyes looked around the room, noting that he had finally destroyed ALL of the bots. ~/The Onna is going to be ticked.../~ he thought, looking at the scorch marks and piles of debris. He took one step forward, only to stop dead in his tracks...
...since when did he care about her emotions?...
Well, we learn something new everyday. It has only been one day since the kiss...he frowned, the memory flashing through his mind's eye. ~/Ah, so now we're down to that./~ His frown deepened. A sudden realization hit him faster than any ki-ball could. He had feelings for the Onna! Vegeta, the Crown Prince of his planet, had feelings for the Onna!! It was almost too much to bear.
He put his hand to his forehead, shaking his head, and headed towards the door. It seemed as though this was going to be one of those days.
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Bulma often wondered what went on inside a Saiya-jin's head. Not that she absolutely needed to know, but it was kinda like those weird mysteries, or one of the seven wonders of the world, Saiya-jins making the count go up to eight. Vegeta had come into the kitchen, as he usually did about this time, but instead of making his way to the table, walked up to her, placed her hand on his forehead and asked if he had a temperature.
"No..." she had said, unsure of why he needed to know that. He nodded, and walked right out of the kitchen, not even paying attention to the food on the table.
If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that Vegeta was an enigma, a tower of strength. Though one couldn't lean on him for support (he'd usually let you fall flat on your face), he could boost your confidence level by encouraging you, even if that wasn't his goal.
"Show no fear, feel no fear, know no fear," is his motto, and a pretty good one at that. Bulma herself had a weakness for letting her emotions show without screening them.
@^ flashback @^
Before her final break-up with Yamcha, Bulma had another fight with him. He came to Capsule Corp. drunk, wanting to take Bulma out to a club and party till morning. The blue-haired genius, however, had a big meeting the following morning, and couldn't afford to miss it. The drunk warrior broke his current bottle on the sidewalk (they had moved out into the yard so as not to disturb the sleeping household) and held it to Bulma's stomach, threatening her.
"Scream, and I'll kill you," he warned.
"Yamcha, please. You're drunk; go home and get sobered up," she had pleaded in a quivering voice. Her boyfriend never got to reply...her hero had come to the rescue for the first time ever. He punched out Yamcha, deposited him in the car he had arrived in, and caught Bulma before she had fallen.
"Vegeta?"
"Hush woman, I'll get you back inside." A minute later, he set her down on her big bed, and jumped back when she burst into tears. "I can't believe him!" Bulma whispered. Vegeta pulled the covers up to her chin. "What if he does it again? Gosh, I'm so scared!"
"Go to sleep Onna. I can assure you that he won't wake up for a long time." A smirk ended that matter.
"But I'm **yawn** scared..." her eyes began to droop.
"Show no fear, feel no fear, know no fear..." he whispered to her, just loud enough for her to hear.
@^ end of flashback @^
Bulma smiled. Yup, Vegeta had come a long way since then. Ok, so it's only been five months since that incident. But when she was around him she felt, I dunno, safe. Secure. With him around, she felt as though no one could lay a harmful finger on her, something she hadn't felt since she was a little girl. Perhaps there was something else to Vegeta. He wasn't all that bad, she could testify to that. On occasion, even before the whole "vacation incident" from the day before, they could lounge around the house, not a bad thought or smart ass comment passing through their lips at each other. Heck, he even gave her half decent smiles when she did him a much needed favor! =Maybe, if this whole friendship thing works out, I can get him to open up more! I hope he'll let me, after all, he is my hero. **grins** =
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Coal colored eyes threatened to burn holes into the ceiling. He wasn't exactly sure how long he had been lying there, but he estimated it to be about a half an hour or so. His mind was all jumbled up, confusion surfacing, no, seeping through every pore in his body. Yeah, he sure goofed up in this department. The young man had been trained to show no emotion, after all, emotion was the downfall of every baka that ever graced the universe. Look at his father! He was a prime example of dangerous emotions. But the Prince couldn't dwell on that now...it would only make matters worse.
Now he was stuck on this mud ball of a planet for the rest of his life (or whenever the Onna decided to get herself a mate). Psht, some way to live, eh? Sure, he could've easily slapped her hand away, rebuked her on that very spot for such an idea...but...the way she looked at him at that moment. Vegeta couldn't, wouldn't, erase that image of her from his mind. Her eyes seemed to tell him that she needed him. And his nightmare from the previous night didn't help much either.....
*^*^Dream/Nightmare^*^*
Darkness enveloped him. All he could see was the pitch-blackness of his surroundings. He brought his hand up to his face, bearly making out the outline. Then, the whole scene fizzed and swirled, showing a city partially destroyed. Billows of smoke floated out of buildings, fires blazed. It was as if some apocalyptic movie scene came to life.
Vegeta flew upwards, just enough to see the entire city. Hn, his suspicions were correct. Half the city had been leveled, the other half nearly there. He looked towards a sign, trying to figure out where he was....
"West City," his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Oi, Vegeta! Are you just going to stand there and let the city die?"
The Saiya-jin Elite turned around, coming face to face with, "Kakarot? What's going on?" The third class warrior tilted his head towards the burning city. "The Androids, remember? One of 'em must've whacked you hard on the head."
"Enough, fool. Where are they now?"
A strange look passed over Goku's face, one that Vegeta didn't like. "That's why I've come to get you. Ya know those com-links Bulma gave us?"
Vegeta had no idea, it was just a dream. But to save complications, and get straight to the point, he nodded. "Well, Bulma called and said she picked up some fast movements on the radar on C.C. grounds. She wants us to go check it out. Thinks its the Androids, and she's afraid that the baby might try to go after them."
~/BABY?! NANI?! What baby? Bah, never mind.../~ "Kakarot, use your instant transmission."
"Right."
((Capsule Corp.))
The sense of de ja vu quickly vanished as Vegeta regained his bearings. They were in Dr. Briefs' lab...standing next to the wide-eyed, shell shocked man. Vegeta grabbed the old man's shoulders and turned him so they were face to face. "Where's the Onna?"
His response was a blink.
"Where's Bulma?"
Another blink. Vegeta's left eye twitched. He shook the doctor's shoulders and repeated his question. Nothing. It was as if he were talking to a wall. But hope seemed to smile down on Vegeta as the older man's mouth opened.
"She's..." he closed his eyes and mouth, inhaling deeply. "She's in her lab...with...the...baby. T-The Androids fol...lowed us inside..."
"Blast it old man! Spit it out!"
"Bulma built a gun, strong one...shot up the Androids and locked up her lab. Haven't heard from her since..." Dr. Briefs passed out, causing Vegeta to get annoyed. Ok, the dream in itself annoyed him...but he had to get to Bulma and the baby...whoever the baby was.
He carefully opened up the Lab door, followed by Goku, and lightly walked down the hall. ~/Why did that Onna have to have the lab farthest from the rest of the house?!/~ His gold-tipped boots lightly clicked on the linoleum floor, and for once, Vegeta wished he was wearing sneakers. Goku's boots also clicked, and soon they walked in unison.
Bulma's door seemed to have gotten taller to the Prince, but this detail was not important to him. He typed in the password, hoping to end this weird, random dream. With a hiss, the door opened, revealing a dark room with only one overhead light on. The two Saiya-jins ventured further into the lab, the smell of smoke and charred wires filling their nostrils. Vegeta took two steps and stopped. Something sticky yet slippery was on the bottom of his boots. He cautiously looked down...
...blood...
Who's blood, was the question. He gulped, an overwhelming sense of fear sweeping through his body. But this fear wasn't of the predator, he knew he could take on any challenge...but the prey, well, he really didn't want to know who it was. ~/Show no fear, feel no fear, know no fear,/~ he repeated to himself in his mind.
One table turned over. A chair askew from the rest. Then a shoe-covered foot. His eyes followed the foot to the leg, the waist, then up to the face. Dead. She was dead. Ki no longer radiated from her body. Her beautiful blue hair was matted with blood, body sprawled out on the floor and covered in blood. He fell to his knees, swallowing the sob that had threatened to come. It had been years since he had cried, and he didn't feel like crying out in the open, in front of his rival. Later, yeah, he could crawl into a corner and cry all he wanted. But not now.
Goku gasped, grabbing Vegeta's shoulder. "Vegeta," he whispered, "look." He pointed to a spot a few feet away from Bulma's body. A smaller body, belonging to a child no older than one, was also sprawled out. It's locks of lavender hair were not tinted with blood, but it was clear that the child was also dead. Vegeta could feel something warm traveling down his cheeks. He reached up and touched it, looking at his gloved hands. Tears...
Goku's hand still rested on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Vegeta. Nobody should have to loose his family this way..."
*^*^End of Nightmare^*^*
Vegeta had awakened and gone out to train, not being able to get back to sleep. Now his body was screaming at him. Lack of food + lack of sleep = bitter/unhappy Saiya-jin. There wasn't any time to dwell on the dream now. He could do that later. For now, he would just have to train harder.
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Vegeta stood in the doorway of the kitchen, content with hearing the woman sing along with the radio (even if her constant singing DID get annoying). He felt like insulting her, making up for their daily verbal spouts he had missed. But the irritating pounding from his headache reminded him that he wasn't up for a battle of wits.
The DJ popped in some commercials on the radio station, making Bulma turn down the volume. She looked towards the door and noticed her houseguest leaning against the frame, arms crossed, as always.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself," he growled.
"Rough day?"
"What ever gave you that idea?" he replied sarcastically.
"Headache? Most people do get one when they don't eat and go out to exercise." Vegeta just grunted from his spot. Bulma shrugged; hey, she was trying! "Alright, caveman. Sit down, dinner will be ready in a minute." He sat down, elbow propped up on the table, head in hand.
"How long have I been out?"
"You were sleeping? Hmm...you came in at about, I'd say...one o'clock. A solid four hours. It's five now."
"Great..." he muttered. Another wasted day of training. Then he remembered... "What happened to my lunch?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! Goku and Chi Chi came by to pick up their car (I had to fix the power steering pump), and your lunch just sat there, getting cold. I offered it to Goku, and he happily ate it."
Vegeta frowned. ~/Leave it to Kakarot to get all the breaks. I'm stuck here, with a headache, unable to train with all these RANDOM distractions, and can't even go Super yet!.../~
"WHAT AM I MISSING??"
Bulma blinked, staring at Vegeta. "Huh?"
"What part of the puzzle am I missing?" Bulma blinked again, looking at the table. =...I don't see a puzzle...= "What on Earth are you talking about?"
Vegeta looked at her and sweat-dropped. ~/-_-;;; I didn't think I had said that out loud./~ "Nothing Onna. Don't worry about it."
"If you say so Geta."
Coal eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that."
"Call you what?"
"That 'nickname', as you humans put it. It's alright for animals, but not me. My name is Vegeta."
"Well, my name is Bulma, but you find it fit to call me 'Onna'. So, until you starting saying MY REAL name, I'll call you whatever I want." She slammed the last plate of food on the table, ending her part of the conversation. The heiress of Capsule Corp. turned around swiftly, grabbing her keys and headed for the back door.
"Where are you going?" Vegeta demanded.
"Out," and the door slammed behind her.
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Well, that wasn't the "beautiful" start of the friendship I was aiming for, but hey, I know where I'm going with this!...sort of... Any who....my next chapter hits the angsty side. Veggie starts to feel like a heel for snapping at Bulma, and Bulma feels like a terd for pushing his button after a hard day of training. Both start to get anxious, and pride tries to get in the way. Will these two be able to set everything aside? **GASP** Or will they be doomed to be apart forever?!?!
Lol...sorry. Random "DBZ Announcer" person moment. Plz Read and Review, and look out for my next chapter: 4. You Never Give Up !!!
Special shout out to: Kat421 and afk! Thanx for the compliments and keep sending in those reviews!!!!
Ja Ne!
~*Pearl*~