Ch. 13: 10. You Know I'll Always Love You
A/N: Well, this is it! Another chapter, another fun time. Have fun and don't forget to review! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own it.....**bawls**.....I don't even own Vegeta!!!!!!
|Wake up you sorry-SOB!| echoed through his mind. The phrase hadn't insulted him, but instead it had jolted him awake, revealing a blurred image. Heck, the whole entire dream was fuzzy! He groaned, feeling the drug push through his veins, leaving a path of destruction in his body. Never in his entire life had he relied on drugs, whether it be for a headache or infection, and to feel it worming its way in...ugh. Not cool.
|Vegeta...| The voice sounded so far away. His dark eyes scanned the hazy area. He was standing a few feet away from his and the Onna's apparition. It was a basic replay of all that happened that afternoon. |Vegeta, are you up?| A scowl.
"Of course I'm not up, can't you see that?!"
Vegeta's reply echoed around the 'room'. Suddenly, he felt something sharp in his chest. Grabbing it to ease the pain, he looked around for the offender. Another wave of pain hit him, sending him to his knees. [~What's happening?~] he thought, trying to look around. Different areas of his upper-body began to bother him, making his mind fight for consciousness. |...Vegeta...?...|
Black eyes opened, hands hitting the mattress with a slight force. The startled woman jumped back, taking a fighter's stance though she had only a basic knowledge of the Arts. The eyes slowly blinked, easing away a sleepiness that was only too common from the anesthesia used. "Vegeta?" The woman questioned, walking up and sitting on the edge of the bed. The figure turned his head, pale, but alive. "Hey," he greeted, quite out of character, but the woman let it pass. It had to be the medication...
"You feel alright?" She asked, cupping his cheek in one hand, holding his hand in the other.
"Is that a trick question?" He teased, smirking a little.
Blue eyes narrowed at him. "How is it that despite the fact that you're lying here, in a hospital, almost bleeding to death, you manage to still be a pain in the posterior?" Vegeta chuckled, Bulma's laughter joining in.
"The Saiya-jin Prince, a pain? Tsk, tsk Onna. Am I too much to handle?" He wrapped his arms around her, making her lean towards him.
"Hai, more than you can imagine!" She kissed his cheek, sitting up. "I brought a few visitors. They're outside waiting."
"Let them wait," he growled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Woah! 'Geta-san! If you're gonna act like this, I should get people to shoot you everyday." Vegeta chuckled again, tightening his grip. "Come on, V-chan. They've been waiting for a long time."
"Fine, fine. The sooner they're in, the sooner they can leave." He sat up slightly, wincing before crossing his arms over his chest. [~Note to self: DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!~] Vegeta leaned his head back on the pillows, his body desperately trying the rid itself of the anesthesia. Sensitive hearing picked up the soft clicks walking towards the bed. He picked his head up slightly, seeing pig-tails bounce up and down with each step taken. An image of the child earlier popped in the mind of the Prince, revealing her to be the same little girl he had 'rescued'.
"Hello mister!" She chirped, standing to his left with her arms clasped behind her back.
"Hello," he murmured.
"I jus' wanted to say thanks!" Her brown eyes shone with child-like innocence. "Yeah, yeah," Vegeta responded, waving his hand off in her direction. He glanced at Bulma who was smiling at the little girl.
"Umm, I drew ya a picture!" Her hands came around to present a drawing of her hugging Vegeta. Over the top in various colors was written: 'Thank you Mister 'Geta-san! From Kagome (^-^)!'. Both drawings had smiles on their faces. The Saiya-jin reached out and took it, looking over it once more, then handed it to his Onna. A half-smile graced his handsome features as he looked down at her.
"Thanks kid."
"Welcome," She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. A serious, yet curious look passed over her face. "Hey, Mister 'Geta?"
"Yeah?" Vegeta managed out. The pain was beginning to increase. He eased himself into a more comfortable position.
"I have to go now. Can I give ya a hug?" Wide eyes looked up at him. His own widened, cheeks turning a slight pink. "I don't-"
"Sure!" Bulma exclaimed, beaming. Vegeta glared at her through the corner of his eyes. Kagome squealed, climbing on top of the bed, ready to pounce on the poor Prince. "Wait!" Bulma jumped up to the bed, holding the girl's shoulders. "You've gotta do it gently. He's still hurt, and he doesn't feel good right now. Be careful, ok?"
"Ok," she whispered, gently wrapping her arms around Vegeta's muscled neck. He let his arms slide around her, awkward as it felt to hug anyone but Bulma. Kagome pulled away, her bright smile lighting up the room. "Bye Mister 'Geta! Hope you get better soon!" She hopped off the bed, skipping away towards the door, slowly closing it behind her. Vegeta let out a breath he hadn't know he was holding. Bulma chuckled, sitting back down on the bed. "What's so funny?" He questioned, scowling.
"You."
"What?"
Another chuckle. "You shoulda seen your face when she asked if she could hug ya!" Full blown laughter. "Gosh, you're just too cute!"
"I thought I told you never to use that...word....when you describe me!" Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the wall in front of him. Bulma's giggles subsided, though snickers could still be heard over the hand placed on her mouth. "Sorry Veggie, I just can't help it. I've got some good news though!"
"Really?" Came the sarcastic remark. It was Bulma's turn to scowl. "Well, if you don't wanna know, then I'll just leav-"
A strong hand gripped her wrist. "Alright Onna, out with it before I grow impatient."
"Hmph. Fine. The doctor said...." She paused looking around the room as though it were some top secret file. She lowered her voice. "...that you...."
"Yeah?" Vegeta whispered, leaning in. "....could go home!" Bulma exclaimed, waving around those little Japanese fans that most Anime tend to do when something wonderful happens. "Heh..." Vegeta sweat-dropped, watching as the woman did a victory-sign after her jumping around session.
"That's...just..........great..................Bulma?"
"Hmm?" By now she was sitting back on the edge of the bed, a giant grin plastered across her face. "When?" He asked, looking at her warily. Maybe this incident had finally caused her to lose it! Her normal face came back, relieving the Prince. "Tonight. He was so surprised that you were healing this fast, he said that if it continued, you could leave tonight. Course, you can't train for a week or so..."
"NANI!??!?!" Vegeta yelled, jumping to his knees on the bed. "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"
Bulma appeared calm. "Yes Vegeta. They don't want your wounds to open up and start bleeding again! You can live without training for one week," she declared, looking at his defeated pose.
"It's bad enough that I haven't had the GR for three weeks, now they want me to quit altogether for a whole week? How am I supposed to train to protect this pathetic planet if I keep getting all these blasted interruptions?!" He turned, facing the opposite wall, then fell backwards, his head resting on Bulma's lap. "This sucks," he muttered, rubbing his left eye with his left hand. Vegeta yawned, feeling Bulma's fingers comb through his hair. "Don't worry. Listen, I've got the GR rebuilt and it's ten times better than the old one!" The Prince's eyes shot up to her face. "If you promise not to train for this whole week, I'll give you the new GR and let you train for however long without ANY interruptions. Deal?"
Vegeta swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. It was too good to be true! Finally, ideal training would be taking place soon enough, and he would finally be able to surpass Kakarot in the process! A smirk washed over his sleepy features. "Deal," he growled, reaching for Bulma, pulling her in for a kiss.
The deal was sealed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./ DAY 1)) ((*A/N: These sections will be fairly short...**giggles**...*))
Two shadows stood in the doorway of a very large home, one trying to find the keys under the pitch-black sky. Leave it to the parents to forget to turn on the light. The larger of the two leaned on the doorframe, an amused look gracing handsome features. The smaller glared up at the taller, muttering something along the lines of "Shut up!".
"I always told you to clean out that death-trap you call a purse."
"Vegeta, I swear, one more word, and I'll finish you off!"
The Prince laughed, throwing his head back and enjoying himself. "I'd like to see you try!" A growl came from Bulma, causing him to stop and look at her. Blue eyes flashed with electricity. Her face flushed red. [~Uh oh....~] Vegeta felt a tinge of fear. "Is it that 'time' of the month....?"
"GRRR.......VEGETAAAAAAA!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./DAY 2))
"Stupid female hormones," growled one angry Saiya-jin, holding an ice bag to his left eye and another to his lower back. His question of the night ended up getting him knocked out (hence the black eye) and left on the porch/steps to sleep (pain in lower back). And here he thought he was supposed to be resting! Despite the pain in his chest (plus the new badges of courage he had won the night before), the Prince felt ready to take on the world....
..... "Vegeta!"......
.......Err, well, almost! Doing a quick 180, he limped down the hall to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./DAY 4))
Two hands reached into a giant blue bowl, fishing around for it's contents. The owner of one of the hands had a very passive and bored look, the other held a free hand with a bunched up Kleenex to the right eye. The bored companion rolled his eyes, not caring too much for the sappy romance movie his better half had decided to rent. The only thing keeping him glued to the couch was the fact that his stomach still craved food.....and the fact that Bulma was seated cozily on his lap. Even though he was stuffing his Saiya-jin appetite with popcorn, the scent of the food never penetrated the aroma that filled his senses. The Onna had the nicest (and prettiest...though that wasn't exactly HIS word choice) scent that he had ever noticed. It was familiar, home-like, with a sweet but strong tinge to it, forever leaving a mark in his mind.
He let his chin rest on her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of home.....his home....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./DAY 6))
Droopy, light eyes glared at the hair on the head that was resting on her shoulder. After much arguing (she found that the 'sick' Saiya-jin was beginning to fight back), the beauty had convinced him to sit and play video games with her. It was a victory that she had gloated in, until he had managed to learn the various moves of his 'favorite' character. The VS mode of the game soon became boring: he kept winning and she got angrier with each match. Growling, she slapped the console's OFF button and replaced the CD with a story-mode only game. They took turns, continuing from her saved place in the game and she finished it, beating the game that she had bought months ago. Now that she was back in the spotlight, she wanted nothing more than for him to bow down to her!
But he had fallen asleep, drooling on her favorite PJ shirt. She growled again, pushing the heavier body towards the other end of the couch. A startled snore came from the sleeping Prince, but he remained on the couch, moving only to get comfortable. Bulma let a soft smile penetrate through her angry features. Yawning, she laid down next to him, her back to his chest. After a few moments, she felt her mind slipping to the land of unconsciousness, and Vegeta's arm wrapped around her, holding her close.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps. /DAY 7))
His nose twitched. Again. Something was tickling it and it was bothering the crap outta him. Keeping his eyes closed to block out the annoying sunlight, he brushed his hand over his nose, trying to find relief. It was granted for a moment, before something beside him moved, causing whatever had disturbed him in the first place to go right back to its previous job. Annoyed, he growled, turning to face the other direction despite the fact that he was already comfortable. And he found himself suffocating....
..........
He turned his head, gasping lightly for air. With a very peeved motion, he opened his eyes, glaring at whatever misfortune would greet him this morning. The back of the couch? For a moment, he was lost. And confused. Scanning through his memory bank, Vegeta remembered that he had fallen asleep on the Onna's shoulder, something not completely true to his nature, but this week had been completely random anyway, so he let it pass. He knew he wasn't going pansy-land soft.
With a soft yawn, he tried to turn back to his previous position, finding it a difficult task indeed. His shoulder kept bumping against something...something soft. A dark eyebrow rose. "What is that?" He moaned, turning the opposite way to see. Finally, he was back in the position he had awaken in, only to meet a massive wave of.....
..............blue?!.............
Mouth agape, he struggled to remember whatever else had occurred the night before. Nothing came to mind, other than the possibility that they had dozed off on the couch. But the blue didn't bring anything to mind, so he combed through it, trying to find something, anything, that would give this weird morning some meaning. After a minute or so, he finally got what appeared to be blue hair back, revealing the radiant, yet sleepy, face of his housemate. With a chuckle, he pulled her close, yawning when she buried her nose under his chin. A small rumble came from his stomach, but he ignored that too, deciding that the Onna's rest was slightly more important than his hunger............for a few minutes anyway........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Later that day))
Manicured nails tapped out a beat on the table. Her beautiful, prized motherboard sat in front of her, slightly charred, one muscled arm leaning on it, with the chin of the owner resting on his forearm. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but she ignored it. Yes, she knew she had promised him a wonderfully repaired and upgraded GR, plus NO interruptions. Now it seemed like a distant memory. Her pink lips pouted slightly in the scowl she wore. Today was definitely going to be one of those days.
Silence had been the only thing shared between them since he hefted the brain of the GR into her lab and on her desk. His voice, deep, but surprisingly soft, broke through. "Onna, I thought we had a deal goin-"
"I know, ok?" She lifted her arms in surrender. "I thought this would be the first project I wouldn't screw up on, and now look!" With a strong fist she slammed it down onto the blue prints before her. "Nothing I do is ever right anymore!"
Vegeta blinked. He hadn't really expected that from her. More of "Shut up!" or "Get the hfil outta here so I can fix it then!" usually echoed through the halls when it came to this matter. But here she was before him, fists clenched, grinding teeth, glaring at a piece of blue paper that couldn't fight back. Pathetic, really. He shook his head, obviously not wanting to deal with a hormonal woman at the moment. Her "time" had actually hit two days ago, and life wasn't quite normal when she was hormonal.
Bulma was still talking about how much she sucked, and Vegeta truly didn't know what she was saying. "Bulma, quit this blasted pity party. For heavens' sakes woman, a circuit shorted! Nothing's wrong with you, so suck it up. Learn from your mistakes and move on with your life!" With that said, he crossed his arms, standing in that intimidating position that made him seem ten feet tall.
Blue eyes blinked at the reprimand that she never expected from him of all people. The corners of her mouth tugged up, and she let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, 'Geta." Walking around her desk, she stepped in front of him and sat on the edge. "I guess I'm not used to being a failure, ya know? When I fix things, they usually stay fixed....unless I get some extremely strong Saiya-jin to come and bust up my inventions." A shared smirk. "I'm sorry," she repeated, running a hand through her long hair.
"Never apologize, it's a sign of weakness," Vegeta murmured, wiping off some grease from her face with his thumb. He cupped her face in his hand, still trying to get off the grease. Bulma grabbed onto his wrist, giggling slightly. "Don't bother. Soap and water is all I need."
Vegeta tilted his head to the side. "You look kinda...cute...." he made a face while saying cute, not actually believing that he, the Prince of all Saiya-jins, was using such a ridiculous word. Bulma smiled, holding his hand to her face. "Well, you're not so bad yourself," she replied, sliding off her desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"All this display of emotion is making me soft Onna," he growled, nose to nose with her.
"But I love you 'Geta-san," she said, placing her cheek against his.
The Prince gulped, trying to muster the "courage" to say something he had never said to anyone before. "This will probably be the only time I tell you this..."
Bulma's eyes widened, anticipation flooding her senses. She continued to stare at the wall, holding her breath.
"I-I love you too," he softly stated, pulling her back.
And he kissed her.....
.......It was the beginning of a beautiful family..........
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A/N: Well, this is it! Another chapter, another fun time. Have fun and don't forget to review! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own it.....**bawls**.....I don't even own Vegeta!!!!!!
|Wake up you sorry-SOB!| echoed through his mind. The phrase hadn't insulted him, but instead it had jolted him awake, revealing a blurred image. Heck, the whole entire dream was fuzzy! He groaned, feeling the drug push through his veins, leaving a path of destruction in his body. Never in his entire life had he relied on drugs, whether it be for a headache or infection, and to feel it worming its way in...ugh. Not cool.
|Vegeta...| The voice sounded so far away. His dark eyes scanned the hazy area. He was standing a few feet away from his and the Onna's apparition. It was a basic replay of all that happened that afternoon. |Vegeta, are you up?| A scowl.
"Of course I'm not up, can't you see that?!"
Vegeta's reply echoed around the 'room'. Suddenly, he felt something sharp in his chest. Grabbing it to ease the pain, he looked around for the offender. Another wave of pain hit him, sending him to his knees. [~What's happening?~] he thought, trying to look around. Different areas of his upper-body began to bother him, making his mind fight for consciousness. |...Vegeta...?...|
Black eyes opened, hands hitting the mattress with a slight force. The startled woman jumped back, taking a fighter's stance though she had only a basic knowledge of the Arts. The eyes slowly blinked, easing away a sleepiness that was only too common from the anesthesia used. "Vegeta?" The woman questioned, walking up and sitting on the edge of the bed. The figure turned his head, pale, but alive. "Hey," he greeted, quite out of character, but the woman let it pass. It had to be the medication...
"You feel alright?" She asked, cupping his cheek in one hand, holding his hand in the other.
"Is that a trick question?" He teased, smirking a little.
Blue eyes narrowed at him. "How is it that despite the fact that you're lying here, in a hospital, almost bleeding to death, you manage to still be a pain in the posterior?" Vegeta chuckled, Bulma's laughter joining in.
"The Saiya-jin Prince, a pain? Tsk, tsk Onna. Am I too much to handle?" He wrapped his arms around her, making her lean towards him.
"Hai, more than you can imagine!" She kissed his cheek, sitting up. "I brought a few visitors. They're outside waiting."
"Let them wait," he growled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Woah! 'Geta-san! If you're gonna act like this, I should get people to shoot you everyday." Vegeta chuckled again, tightening his grip. "Come on, V-chan. They've been waiting for a long time."
"Fine, fine. The sooner they're in, the sooner they can leave." He sat up slightly, wincing before crossing his arms over his chest. [~Note to self: DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!~] Vegeta leaned his head back on the pillows, his body desperately trying the rid itself of the anesthesia. Sensitive hearing picked up the soft clicks walking towards the bed. He picked his head up slightly, seeing pig-tails bounce up and down with each step taken. An image of the child earlier popped in the mind of the Prince, revealing her to be the same little girl he had 'rescued'.
"Hello mister!" She chirped, standing to his left with her arms clasped behind her back.
"Hello," he murmured.
"I jus' wanted to say thanks!" Her brown eyes shone with child-like innocence. "Yeah, yeah," Vegeta responded, waving his hand off in her direction. He glanced at Bulma who was smiling at the little girl.
"Umm, I drew ya a picture!" Her hands came around to present a drawing of her hugging Vegeta. Over the top in various colors was written: 'Thank you Mister 'Geta-san! From Kagome (^-^)!'. Both drawings had smiles on their faces. The Saiya-jin reached out and took it, looking over it once more, then handed it to his Onna. A half-smile graced his handsome features as he looked down at her.
"Thanks kid."
"Welcome," She giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. A serious, yet curious look passed over her face. "Hey, Mister 'Geta?"
"Yeah?" Vegeta managed out. The pain was beginning to increase. He eased himself into a more comfortable position.
"I have to go now. Can I give ya a hug?" Wide eyes looked up at him. His own widened, cheeks turning a slight pink. "I don't-"
"Sure!" Bulma exclaimed, beaming. Vegeta glared at her through the corner of his eyes. Kagome squealed, climbing on top of the bed, ready to pounce on the poor Prince. "Wait!" Bulma jumped up to the bed, holding the girl's shoulders. "You've gotta do it gently. He's still hurt, and he doesn't feel good right now. Be careful, ok?"
"Ok," she whispered, gently wrapping her arms around Vegeta's muscled neck. He let his arms slide around her, awkward as it felt to hug anyone but Bulma. Kagome pulled away, her bright smile lighting up the room. "Bye Mister 'Geta! Hope you get better soon!" She hopped off the bed, skipping away towards the door, slowly closing it behind her. Vegeta let out a breath he hadn't know he was holding. Bulma chuckled, sitting back down on the bed. "What's so funny?" He questioned, scowling.
"You."
"What?"
Another chuckle. "You shoulda seen your face when she asked if she could hug ya!" Full blown laughter. "Gosh, you're just too cute!"
"I thought I told you never to use that...word....when you describe me!" Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the wall in front of him. Bulma's giggles subsided, though snickers could still be heard over the hand placed on her mouth. "Sorry Veggie, I just can't help it. I've got some good news though!"
"Really?" Came the sarcastic remark. It was Bulma's turn to scowl. "Well, if you don't wanna know, then I'll just leav-"
A strong hand gripped her wrist. "Alright Onna, out with it before I grow impatient."
"Hmph. Fine. The doctor said...." She paused looking around the room as though it were some top secret file. She lowered her voice. "...that you...."
"Yeah?" Vegeta whispered, leaning in. "....could go home!" Bulma exclaimed, waving around those little Japanese fans that most Anime tend to do when something wonderful happens. "Heh..." Vegeta sweat-dropped, watching as the woman did a victory-sign after her jumping around session.
"That's...just..........great..................Bulma?"
"Hmm?" By now she was sitting back on the edge of the bed, a giant grin plastered across her face. "When?" He asked, looking at her warily. Maybe this incident had finally caused her to lose it! Her normal face came back, relieving the Prince. "Tonight. He was so surprised that you were healing this fast, he said that if it continued, you could leave tonight. Course, you can't train for a week or so..."
"NANI!??!?!" Vegeta yelled, jumping to his knees on the bed. "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!"
Bulma appeared calm. "Yes Vegeta. They don't want your wounds to open up and start bleeding again! You can live without training for one week," she declared, looking at his defeated pose.
"It's bad enough that I haven't had the GR for three weeks, now they want me to quit altogether for a whole week? How am I supposed to train to protect this pathetic planet if I keep getting all these blasted interruptions?!" He turned, facing the opposite wall, then fell backwards, his head resting on Bulma's lap. "This sucks," he muttered, rubbing his left eye with his left hand. Vegeta yawned, feeling Bulma's fingers comb through his hair. "Don't worry. Listen, I've got the GR rebuilt and it's ten times better than the old one!" The Prince's eyes shot up to her face. "If you promise not to train for this whole week, I'll give you the new GR and let you train for however long without ANY interruptions. Deal?"
Vegeta swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. It was too good to be true! Finally, ideal training would be taking place soon enough, and he would finally be able to surpass Kakarot in the process! A smirk washed over his sleepy features. "Deal," he growled, reaching for Bulma, pulling her in for a kiss.
The deal was sealed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./ DAY 1)) ((*A/N: These sections will be fairly short...**giggles**...*))
Two shadows stood in the doorway of a very large home, one trying to find the keys under the pitch-black sky. Leave it to the parents to forget to turn on the light. The larger of the two leaned on the doorframe, an amused look gracing handsome features. The smaller glared up at the taller, muttering something along the lines of "Shut up!".
"I always told you to clean out that death-trap you call a purse."
"Vegeta, I swear, one more word, and I'll finish you off!"
The Prince laughed, throwing his head back and enjoying himself. "I'd like to see you try!" A growl came from Bulma, causing him to stop and look at her. Blue eyes flashed with electricity. Her face flushed red. [~Uh oh....~] Vegeta felt a tinge of fear. "Is it that 'time' of the month....?"
"GRRR.......VEGETAAAAAAA!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./DAY 2))
"Stupid female hormones," growled one angry Saiya-jin, holding an ice bag to his left eye and another to his lower back. His question of the night ended up getting him knocked out (hence the black eye) and left on the porch/steps to sleep (pain in lower back). And here he thought he was supposed to be resting! Despite the pain in his chest (plus the new badges of courage he had won the night before), the Prince felt ready to take on the world....
..... "Vegeta!"......
.......Err, well, almost! Doing a quick 180, he limped down the hall to his room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./DAY 4))
Two hands reached into a giant blue bowl, fishing around for it's contents. The owner of one of the hands had a very passive and bored look, the other held a free hand with a bunched up Kleenex to the right eye. The bored companion rolled his eyes, not caring too much for the sappy romance movie his better half had decided to rent. The only thing keeping him glued to the couch was the fact that his stomach still craved food.....and the fact that Bulma was seated cozily on his lap. Even though he was stuffing his Saiya-jin appetite with popcorn, the scent of the food never penetrated the aroma that filled his senses. The Onna had the nicest (and prettiest...though that wasn't exactly HIS word choice) scent that he had ever noticed. It was familiar, home-like, with a sweet but strong tinge to it, forever leaving a mark in his mind.
He let his chin rest on her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of home.....his home....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps./DAY 6))
Droopy, light eyes glared at the hair on the head that was resting on her shoulder. After much arguing (she found that the 'sick' Saiya-jin was beginning to fight back), the beauty had convinced him to sit and play video games with her. It was a victory that she had gloated in, until he had managed to learn the various moves of his 'favorite' character. The VS mode of the game soon became boring: he kept winning and she got angrier with each match. Growling, she slapped the console's OFF button and replaced the CD with a story-mode only game. They took turns, continuing from her saved place in the game and she finished it, beating the game that she had bought months ago. Now that she was back in the spotlight, she wanted nothing more than for him to bow down to her!
But he had fallen asleep, drooling on her favorite PJ shirt. She growled again, pushing the heavier body towards the other end of the couch. A startled snore came from the sleeping Prince, but he remained on the couch, moving only to get comfortable. Bulma let a soft smile penetrate through her angry features. Yawning, she laid down next to him, her back to his chest. After a few moments, she felt her mind slipping to the land of unconsciousness, and Vegeta's arm wrapped around her, holding her close.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Capsule Corps. /DAY 7))
His nose twitched. Again. Something was tickling it and it was bothering the crap outta him. Keeping his eyes closed to block out the annoying sunlight, he brushed his hand over his nose, trying to find relief. It was granted for a moment, before something beside him moved, causing whatever had disturbed him in the first place to go right back to its previous job. Annoyed, he growled, turning to face the other direction despite the fact that he was already comfortable. And he found himself suffocating....
..........
He turned his head, gasping lightly for air. With a very peeved motion, he opened his eyes, glaring at whatever misfortune would greet him this morning. The back of the couch? For a moment, he was lost. And confused. Scanning through his memory bank, Vegeta remembered that he had fallen asleep on the Onna's shoulder, something not completely true to his nature, but this week had been completely random anyway, so he let it pass. He knew he wasn't going pansy-land soft.
With a soft yawn, he tried to turn back to his previous position, finding it a difficult task indeed. His shoulder kept bumping against something...something soft. A dark eyebrow rose. "What is that?" He moaned, turning the opposite way to see. Finally, he was back in the position he had awaken in, only to meet a massive wave of.....
..............blue?!.............
Mouth agape, he struggled to remember whatever else had occurred the night before. Nothing came to mind, other than the possibility that they had dozed off on the couch. But the blue didn't bring anything to mind, so he combed through it, trying to find something, anything, that would give this weird morning some meaning. After a minute or so, he finally got what appeared to be blue hair back, revealing the radiant, yet sleepy, face of his housemate. With a chuckle, he pulled her close, yawning when she buried her nose under his chin. A small rumble came from his stomach, but he ignored that too, deciding that the Onna's rest was slightly more important than his hunger............for a few minutes anyway........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ((Later that day))
Manicured nails tapped out a beat on the table. Her beautiful, prized motherboard sat in front of her, slightly charred, one muscled arm leaning on it, with the chin of the owner resting on his forearm. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but she ignored it. Yes, she knew she had promised him a wonderfully repaired and upgraded GR, plus NO interruptions. Now it seemed like a distant memory. Her pink lips pouted slightly in the scowl she wore. Today was definitely going to be one of those days.
Silence had been the only thing shared between them since he hefted the brain of the GR into her lab and on her desk. His voice, deep, but surprisingly soft, broke through. "Onna, I thought we had a deal goin-"
"I know, ok?" She lifted her arms in surrender. "I thought this would be the first project I wouldn't screw up on, and now look!" With a strong fist she slammed it down onto the blue prints before her. "Nothing I do is ever right anymore!"
Vegeta blinked. He hadn't really expected that from her. More of "Shut up!" or "Get the hfil outta here so I can fix it then!" usually echoed through the halls when it came to this matter. But here she was before him, fists clenched, grinding teeth, glaring at a piece of blue paper that couldn't fight back. Pathetic, really. He shook his head, obviously not wanting to deal with a hormonal woman at the moment. Her "time" had actually hit two days ago, and life wasn't quite normal when she was hormonal.
Bulma was still talking about how much she sucked, and Vegeta truly didn't know what she was saying. "Bulma, quit this blasted pity party. For heavens' sakes woman, a circuit shorted! Nothing's wrong with you, so suck it up. Learn from your mistakes and move on with your life!" With that said, he crossed his arms, standing in that intimidating position that made him seem ten feet tall.
Blue eyes blinked at the reprimand that she never expected from him of all people. The corners of her mouth tugged up, and she let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, 'Geta." Walking around her desk, she stepped in front of him and sat on the edge. "I guess I'm not used to being a failure, ya know? When I fix things, they usually stay fixed....unless I get some extremely strong Saiya-jin to come and bust up my inventions." A shared smirk. "I'm sorry," she repeated, running a hand through her long hair.
"Never apologize, it's a sign of weakness," Vegeta murmured, wiping off some grease from her face with his thumb. He cupped her face in his hand, still trying to get off the grease. Bulma grabbed onto his wrist, giggling slightly. "Don't bother. Soap and water is all I need."
Vegeta tilted his head to the side. "You look kinda...cute...." he made a face while saying cute, not actually believing that he, the Prince of all Saiya-jins, was using such a ridiculous word. Bulma smiled, holding his hand to her face. "Well, you're not so bad yourself," she replied, sliding off her desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"All this display of emotion is making me soft Onna," he growled, nose to nose with her.
"But I love you 'Geta-san," she said, placing her cheek against his.
The Prince gulped, trying to muster the "courage" to say something he had never said to anyone before. "This will probably be the only time I tell you this..."
Bulma's eyes widened, anticipation flooding her senses. She continued to stare at the wall, holding her breath.
"I-I love you too," he softly stated, pulling her back.
And he kissed her.....
.......It was the beginning of a beautiful family..........
**************************************************************************** ********** **holds hankie to eyes** My baby is complete! My first completed fic!! YAY!!!! ^-^ I'm sad to see this fic end, but I may have a surprise, depending on what you guys want. I'm sorry this was late but I got grounded off the computer for a while, but now I'm back! Anyway, thanks for all the support and reviews!
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Again, thanx to everyone whose reviewed this fic and supported me through Writer's Block-itis and all that wonderful stuff. Like I said, I have a surprise addition, so if y'all want me to post write it and post it, lemme know, and you'll get a nice present as my appreciation!!!! Luv ya guys oodles!!!
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