Chapter the seventh
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Bulma kneeled down at Vegeta's bedside, still weeping but had managed to get herself somewhat under control. She was praying for his life; and laying her head down beside his body. She had thought that she had no remorse or feelings of sadness for Vegeta but discovered that she was wrong. She felt a need to kneel by Vegeta and pray for him.
Vegeta was still unconscious. He would sometimes make noises in his sleep, and when she had been bandaging him he'd grunted once, but that was it. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and held it in hers, hoping that that might somehow make her prayer just a little bit stronger.
Yamcha had been trying to call. But she wasn't interested in him any more, not at all. Not ever since he'd admitted to cheating on her. She HAD picked up the phone and told him to fuck off, then slammed it down and went back to Vegeta. But that was about all. She figured that she and Yamcha were done, after all, she didn't love him anymore.
Bulma's mother walked into the room. "Bulma, I think you'd better come down and eat." She said. " You'll get as skinny as a rail! And I'm sure that Vegeta will be fine. He'll wake up from his . . . coma . . . in no time, and then he'll be back to his rude self!"
Bulma didn't answer Mrs. Briefs. She was too busy praying that Vegeta would somehow find the strength to live on. She bit her lip as soon as Mrs. Breifs began talking again.
"And I'm sure that he won't be in this coma very long. I'll bet he'll wake up in about an hour! You'll see! And then he'll be as good as new, except for the wounds!"
Bulma tasted blood in her mouth. She had bit her lip so hard that she broke the skin. She felt anger well up inside her head; and she pulled herself to her feet. She wiped the newly brimmed tears from her eyes and turned to her mother. "Mother . . . Shut up. Go away." She ordered. "I don't need you here to know that Vegeta will be Ok."
Mrs. Breifs didn't step out the doorway. She just stared at Bulma with surprise on her face. "Bulma, dear-"
"I said SHUT UP AND GO AWAY!" Bulma hollered, pointing.
Her mother obeyed, leaving the room with a sob.
*Jeez. Worrying about Vegeta sure has made me a basket case. * Bulma thought, swallowing hard. She walked back over to Vegeta's bedside and sat on it, grabbing his hand again and squeezing it. Someway, somehow, she felt that Vegeta could hear what she was saying to him even deep in his coma. "I'll bet that it's more peaceful for you in that coma, right, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
Of course, Vegeta didn't answer.
Bulma was depressed. It's not like she had expected to hear Vegeta respond or anything; she was just so devastated about Vegeta's accident. * If it only wasn't for selfish old me, who decided to build his GR out of cheap pieces. * Bulma thought. This thought made fresh tears spring to her ocean blue eyes. She had just realized that this never would have happened if it were not for her. She brought her head down into Vegeta's hand and began to cry into it. "Oh, Vegeta, I'm so sorry!" She cried. She rubbed her eyes against his hand to wipe the tears away from them. Poor, poor Vegeta. It seemed as if everything in his life was against him, out to get him. Even HERSELF, in some ways! All of the sudden Bulma felt so sorry for Vegeta that she broke into crying harder.
Of course she'd heard the tale of how Vegeta's planet was destroyed, and why he wasn't destroyed with it, and who killed his father . . . she had really felt no sympathy for Vegeta at all when Goku had told her all of this. But now, out of no where, she was gaining sympathy for Vegeta. Bulma threw his hand down when she thought about all of the people he'd killed, though.
*But he was raised to kill people. He's a SAIYAN. * Bulma thought. She realized that he was not like Goku, in any way shape or form. Bulma stared down at Vegeta, and found herself wishing that it could just be HER in that coma, not realizing what she'd ever done wrong.
In her eyes, Vegeta had a pretty good reason of being so rude to people. His father was killed when he was just a little boy, along with his planet . . . and nobody had ever told him they were sorry about that, told him that it was all right and been a true friend. But of course, Vegeta wouldn't let anybody get close to him. All because of Freiza.
Bulma brought her hand down and touched Vegeta's face, brushing her thumb over one of his bandaged cheeks. She felt roughness as her thumb passed over some barely visible stubble that had grown. He must have not had time to shave before his accident, and he'd been unconscious for about three hours now. *5-hour stubble. * Bulma thought. Just after she'd thought this, Vegeta twitched a little bit. Bulma brought her hand back in fear of what Vegeta would do to her if he saw her touching him.
But Vegeta still stayed asleep. Bulma sighed in relief. "Please, Please wake up?" She pleaded with the unconscious Vegeta. But, of course, he didn't.
* * *
Bulma slept in a desk beside him that night, sitting uncomfortably in a wooden chair. She had unsettling dreams about things, nightmares mostly about Vegeta slipping through the rift of life and death. Every time she'd have a dream like that, she'd snap awake and go feel Vegeta's pulse to make sure that he was still breathing right. Of course, he always was, just as unconscious as ever. She would then sigh and go sit back down.
"Please, please wake up . . ." She muttered the next morning when Vegeta still wasn't awake. She checked his pulse just to be sure, then took her place kneeling beside him. All of the sudden, something in her head told her, *He's NOT going to survive. He'll NEVER wake up out of this coma, and if he does, he'll have brain damage. *
Bulma's eyes widened with realization, widened as she realized that Vegeta could slip into death at any time of the moment. She stared at him with tear-brimmed eyes. But why should she care whether he died or not? He didn't care if SHE died or not! He could be the one to kill her!
It seemed as Vegeta was reading Bulma's mind as he stirred a little bit, turning his head away from her to where Bulma could only see the edge of his cheek. Bulma started to think about what a handsome man he was. Much more handsome that Yamcha ever could DREAM of being. MUCH more handsome.
*God, I'd better stop this. I'm making myself horny. * Bulma thought, as she looked at Vegeta's nice body. *If the sheets weren't pulled up to his chest, then I just might take a look at his talent. * This brought a smile to Bulma's lips. Why not? He was sleeping and all! Why shouldn't she just take a peek and then just throw the covers back on him?
She pulled the wooden chair up to his bedside, looking down at where his package was. *Little or big? Little or big? * Her perverted, sick mind raved. Bulma finally realized that she'd just HAVE to take a peek at it, no matter what, or it would just keep on itching at her brain. So, she did. She lifted up the sheets and pulled down his underwear just enough to see it. But when she DID see it, her eyes were glued.
"Oh . . . my GOD!" She hollered. "He's . . . HUGE!" She covered a hand over her mouth, and instantly yanked the sheet back up before someone happened to walk in and see what she was doing. She sat back in her chair until it tipped over. She just lay sprawled out on the ground of a second, muttering 'Oh MY GOD!' over and over again.
She soon got back up and pulled the chair back to Vegeta's bedside, where she sat in it to watch him sleep, watching his well-formed chest heave up and down. All of the sudden, her lips burned in the craving to kiss Vegeta right on the lips, hard and fast, and stick her tongue down his throat.
Bulma slapped herself when she thought about this. "I can't kiss Vegeta! He'd kill me! Besides that, why do I WANT to kiss Vegeta?" Bulma said to herself, feeling the back of her neck to make sure she wasn't feverish. But then she remembered that he was sleeping, and that he wouldn't know if she even gave him a little peck on the lips. *Just a peck. Just a little peck, just to stop me from thinking these ridiculous thoughts. I'm not attracted to him . . . I hope. * Bulma thought. She grabbed Vegeta's face and turned it to face her, then leaned over and placed her lips on his.
She had planned on pulling away after just this kiss, but her body thought otherwise. It was telling her to DIVE into him, and kiss him with all of her soul. So, she did, kissing him as hard as she could.
As she was kissing Vegeta, she saw his eyes slowly flutter open, and then widen in an expression of shock. That was all she saw before Vegeta had pushed her off of him, and she went flying across the room and banged into the wall pretty hard.
Vegeta was shocked. He propped himself up on his elbows. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" He screamed, in a mad rage. Bulma came and timidly sat back down on the chair.
"I have no idea." She answered Vegeta. "I just felt like . . . doing it all of the sudden. I'm really sorry."
Vegeta just smirked. "I would ordinarily be killing you, but I don't feel like it right now." He replied, laying his head back down on the pillow. "How long was I asleep?"
"About . . . fifteen hours or so. I'd say you were in a short coma." Bulma replied.
Vegeta rubbed at his eyes. "Woman, if I were you I'd get back on fixing that Gravity Machine." He ordered. "Because I'll be wanting it done by the time I'm up and out of this bed, which will probably be pretty quick."
Bulma laughed. "Oh, Vegeta, I'm quite convinced that you won't be out for another good MONTH."
Vegeta growled. "Shut up, woman! Just make me another Gravity Machine! And this time, make it one that can TAKE my intense levels of strength. I should kill you for you making that pitiful weakling one." He snarled. His eyes widened stupidly when she started to laugh. He quickly erased the stupid face though; not thinking it was a face fit for a Saiyan Prince. "What's so funny about what I just said?"
"What's so funny is that the exploding of the GR has nothing to do with your 'intense levels of strength' it has to do with the fact that I used cheap parts because Dad's company was starting to fail!" Bulma laughed. But when she saw the look of anger and hurt on Vegeta's face, she stopped laughing.
"Why . . . YOU are the cause of my injuries?" He inquired plainly.
Bulma nodded with guilt showing. "I'm sorry, but yes. I didn't mean for it to happen, I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me, I'm sorry?" She pleaded. "Heck, I don't know why I even thirst for your apologies, because you've never apologized to me . . ."
Vegeta turned his face away from her. "I forgive no one. I just want you to know to expect a good punch in the face when I get out of this bed." He growled.
Bulma all of the sudden took this as her cue to leave. "Oh . . . Kay, I guess I'll just leave you alone for a while. Everyone who doesn't feel good is a grouch, so I'd better just go." She started towards the door.
"Wait . . . Bulma?"
Bulma whirled around, frightened by the innocent tone to Vegeta's voice. "Yes? Is there something you need?"
"NO, I don't need anything. I just wanted to know why you kissed me. And before you start to say that it was a sympathy kiss, it was NOT. I'm a saiyan; and even though I've never been kissed I know a lust kiss when I feel one." Vegeta explained, looking at his hands. He quickly snapped his gaze back up to Bulma, his eyes narrowed in a demanding expression. "Well?"
Bulma started to stutter before she could even control herself. "I-uh-Duh- no-I-" She saw a touch of a smirk spread across Vegeta's mouth. *I'll show you. * Bulma thought. "That was NOT a kiss of lust. It was a kiss of sympathy, because-"
"AH-AH-AH! What did I tell you? It wasn't a sympathy kiss, idiot!"
"JUST LISTEN! It WAS a sympathy kiss, because I kissed you because I felt bad that such a STRONG, POWERFUL prince could be hurt so bad." Bulma explained sarcastically.
Vegeta growled. "I can read minds at will, woman, remember, I'm a saiyan. So, if you don't want me to read your mind and find the real reason along with a bunch of other secret things about your life, than I suggest you spill." He snarled, with a bit of a smirk on his handsome face. *I've got her now. * He thought. He saw her look down at the floor; her cheeks bloomed red with embarrassment.
"Uh . . . I-I don't know why I kissed you." Bulma said. "It probably WAS lust, but NOT love, definitely not love. I don't love any men right now."
"Not even your loser?"
" . . .."
"ANSWER ME, WOMAN!"
"No, not even Yamcha. I just lost my feelings for him the minute he told me he was cheating on me." Bulma said. "But I don't know . . . I don't think I'll ever get back together with him, but I'll still talk to him and be his friend."
She saw Vegeta smirk. "That's nice." He said. "Now either go away, or get me something to eat. I'm ravenous." He stretched his arms up above his head and yawned. He realized at once that he was trying to be mean and make the woman hungry for more. The look in her eyes judged that she was.
Bulma found her eyes glued to Vegeta's chest as he stretched and yawned. She all of the sudden just wanted to dash right over there and hug him as tight as she could, and kiss him too. How nice it would feel to kiss Vegeta . . . if only VEGETA wanted to kiss her! But why DID she want to kiss Vegeta?
*Do I really like Vegeta? * Her mind raved. She thought about how much of a cute man he was, besides his horrible attitude . . . And the cute faces that he made when something puzzled him . . . And how adorably short he was . . . and how his sex was probably the bomb . . . (A/N: All you Vegeta fans such as myself out there, don't you think so, too? LOL! If so, please tell me! I'll get a kick out of that!)
She then noticed the funny look that Vegeta was giving her. "What are you staring at?" He rudely inquired. Bulma's eyes widened with fear when she saw that she was staring at his pectorals as she thought. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said, snapping her gaze away.
Vegeta smirked. "Now, Go and get me something to eat." He ordered, pointing a finger towards the door. He smiled as the woman walked out of the room, with that stupid look still pasted on her pretty face. *She's nice looking, but I sure hate her. * Vegeta thought. But, little did he know that he really DIDN'T hate her. He just didn't like her very well.
* * *
Vegeta had thought Bulma was getting him some food. But she was not. She was in the kitchen, fantasizing about Vegeta's nice body and wondering if she had a crush on him. And, if she DID, then how could she draw Vegeta to her? *He's such a cutie-pie . . . * She thought dreamily. But she quickly snapped out of it. "What the hell am I thinking? I've thought Vegeta was cute ever since he moved here, so it doesn't mean anything!" She screamed at herself. "But that doesn't mean I can fantasize about him!"
She then remembered that he'd asked her for some food, so she jumped up and began to make him something.
"Here! I made you something to eat!" Bulma shouted, running into Vegeta's room and pulling the little tray over to him. She put his food on it. "See? Doesn't it look like I did a good job?" She asked, clasping her hands. She waited, anticipated, as he took a bite of her food.
"EWW! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME WITH? THIS TASTES LIKE SHIT!" Vegeta screamed, throwing the plate back at her. He lay back down and crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "Bring me back something that tastes GOOD." He ordered.
Bulma growled. "Hey, Mr. Meanie Pants, I can cook really good! What's your problem today?"
"My problem is that from the minute I woke up you've been hounding the hell out of me! Now just . . . get out and let me alone!" He turned his head away from her.
Bulma looked at Vegeta, with shame on her face. But, instead of leaving, she decided to tease him a little bit first. It was very fun to tease Vegeta because he had such a short temper, and went off at you like a rocket. But, fortunately, he couldn't do anything while bedridden. Bulma sneered and waltzed over to Vegeta. "Hey, Veggie, Guess what? I'm NOT going to leave you alone." She taunted. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go ape on you. Now GET OUT." Vegeta ordered, pointing towards the door.
Bulma stood her ground.
Vegeta looked up at her and growled. "Hey! I think I told you to beat it, woman! If you don't listen to me one more time, than you'll become something I might get out of the trash. Now GET OUT." He smirked when she started to walk away, but was surprised when she zipped back over toward him and grabbed his cheek, pinching it painfully and pulling it. Vegeta's eyes widened in shock.
"Who's a grumpy boy today? Oo are! Yes, you're such a cute little-"
"LET GO OF MEE!" Vegeta screamed, punching her in the thigh. This action caused Bulma to stumble backwards, releasing his cheek. Vegeta clapped a hand to his cheek and started trying to rub the pain away from it. "Idiot woman! Do you have any idea who you're prodding like a laboratory rat?"
Bulma giggled, sitting down and rubbing where Vegeta had punched her. "Yes, I know who I'm messing with. Someone whose bed ridden and can't hurt me." She said.
"Well, this person whose bed ridden and can't hurt you can most certainly hurt you after he's NOT bedridden. Leave me alone." Vegeta snarled, still rubbing at his cheek. "Get out. I've already told you at least four times."
Bulma turned to slink out of the room, limping on where Veggie had punched her. "You'd better hope that this doesn't leave a bruise, or I'll get you." She grumbled.
Vegeta threw a small powerball; not big enough to kill but sure big enough to sting.
Bulma ran out, slamming the door. The powerball hit the door instead of her.
Vegeta sighed, and slumped back to the laying position on his bed. "Yes. The wench is gone. Now I can just lay in here and get to go to SLEEP finally." Vegeta closed his eyes and went to sleep.
* * *
Bulma ran into her bedroom, laughing. "Oh, Jeez, If I only would have taken a picture of the look on his face! HAHAHAHAHA!" She chortled, remembering the look on Vegeta's face when she'd pinched him, that look that said, 'What the HELL?' Had Vegeta known how un-princely it had looked, he probably never would have made that face. Bulma was still laughing when the phone rang.
She picked it up. "Yes?" She asked, still giggling about the face Vegeta had made.
"Hi." Said the voice on the other end of the phone. It was Yamcha!
"Yamcha? What makes you think I want to talk to you? Go flog your log or something, anything but bother me!" Bulma was about to hang up the phone.
"No, don't hang up! I want to talk to you about what I said. Please? Just hear me out? I'm not asking you to get back together with me." Yamcha pleaded.
Bulma paid close attention to the pleading voice he'd used. "Uh . . . Okay. What do you want to say? You've got a minute, buster. Spill."
"Okay, I know that you don't want to be my girlfriend anymore, but, maybe, after you hear this, you might want us to be just friends, if even more. Yes, I was cheating on you Bulma. And, yes, I DID have intercourse with these other girls. But Bulma, you were always the one I loved the most. The other two were nothing to me; just sex toys. You were the only one that meant anything."
"Yeah, right. How do I know you're not lying to me? If they don't mean anything, then how come you had that one's underwear in your pocket, hm?" Bulma demanded. She was actually looking at her watch, counting a minute. "You've got 45 seconds left."
"Because . . . I just did! Now please let's be friends! Let me come over and see you, talk to you-"
"No! First of all, Vegeta's hurt and doesn't probably want any company in the house. Second of all, I'm not sure I want to see you at all. You really hurt me." Bulma wasn't lying about this, either. After the party she'd spent hours crying over Yamcha in her room.
"Vegeta's hurt and doesn't want company? Since when have you cared what Vegeta thought? . . . Do you LIKE him?" Yamcha asked.
Bulma grew angry at what Yamcha had asked her. *That prick! It's none of his business with my love life anymore if I don't love him! * She thought, and that was basically what she said. "What's it to you? It's none of your business whom I like anymore because I'M NOT INTO YOU ROMANTICALLY! We're not lovers and not even friends anymore! I can't believe you would even ask me whom I like! The nerve!" She ranted, having long forgotten about Yamcha's time limit on the phone.
"Please, Bulma-"
"Shut up! Just shut up, and go screw one of your little girlfriends!" Bulma clicked the phone on its cradle, breathing hard with her blue hair all in her face. "Prick." She grumbled, and stomped back up into Vegeta's room.
When she got in there and sat in the wooden chair a thought hit her mind. *Why did I get so mad when Yamcha asked me if I liked Vegeta? That normally wouldn't set me off like that . . . unless I actually like him. * She stared at Vegeta, who was asleep in the bed. He was snoring quietly, his chest heaving up and down. Bulma smiled a little bit. "I wonder what he's dreaming about . . . WHO CARES!? Since when have I cared about such stupid things? Uh, I need miller time!" Bulma ran out of the house to get a couple of wine coolers, which would hopefully soothe her raging mind.
When Bulma got back she found Vegeta with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. She had been debating on something while she was buying the wine coolers, and had decided that Vegeta was just the kind of a man that she thought was ideal; besides the attitude. And the way he acted, he acted as if he had a little attraction to her too. So she had decided to come on to him, and if it worked out it did. If it didn't work out, then it didn't.
"Vegeta?" She said, sitting in the wooden chair beside his bed. "I need to talk to you about something. Can I?"
Vegeta slowly turned his head and stared at her. "I don't have the time to hear you protest. You can just exit the way you entered. Now." He groaned. It was obvious that he was in serious pain, because of the way that he grimaced each time that he moved. Bulma just wanted to comfort him so badly that she couldn't see straight.
"Vegeta, I'm not going to protest." Bulma quietly said. "I'm going to tell you something . . . and ask you a question."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Okay. Fire away, but you'd better make it quick. I don't want to listen to you, so it'd better be something good."
Bulma cleared her throat. *Here it is, the moment of truth. * Bulma thought, gulping. Before Vegeta could react she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"Vegeta, I like you."
End of chappy seven
A cliffhanger . . . I hate these as a fanfiction reader but they make the story so much better! Don't you wonder what Vegeta's reaction will be in the next chapter? Because I don't make outlines for this story, I wonder too! Anyway, next chapter, Bulma gets her answer, and I don't know what will happen next. I've decided not to make Vegeta ever just willingly give in, it'll be like he isn't controlling himself until what's done is done, and then he'll be treating her like trash, even if they're conducting a love affair right under everyone's noses. If you have a better idea, please tell me! (Remember, email me for ideas or answers to my questions at saintbernard13@aol.com, not in reviews! I only want your opinions in reviews!
Love, luvssaintbernards
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
Bulma kneeled down at Vegeta's bedside, still weeping but had managed to get herself somewhat under control. She was praying for his life; and laying her head down beside his body. She had thought that she had no remorse or feelings of sadness for Vegeta but discovered that she was wrong. She felt a need to kneel by Vegeta and pray for him.
Vegeta was still unconscious. He would sometimes make noises in his sleep, and when she had been bandaging him he'd grunted once, but that was it. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and held it in hers, hoping that that might somehow make her prayer just a little bit stronger.
Yamcha had been trying to call. But she wasn't interested in him any more, not at all. Not ever since he'd admitted to cheating on her. She HAD picked up the phone and told him to fuck off, then slammed it down and went back to Vegeta. But that was about all. She figured that she and Yamcha were done, after all, she didn't love him anymore.
Bulma's mother walked into the room. "Bulma, I think you'd better come down and eat." She said. " You'll get as skinny as a rail! And I'm sure that Vegeta will be fine. He'll wake up from his . . . coma . . . in no time, and then he'll be back to his rude self!"
Bulma didn't answer Mrs. Briefs. She was too busy praying that Vegeta would somehow find the strength to live on. She bit her lip as soon as Mrs. Breifs began talking again.
"And I'm sure that he won't be in this coma very long. I'll bet he'll wake up in about an hour! You'll see! And then he'll be as good as new, except for the wounds!"
Bulma tasted blood in her mouth. She had bit her lip so hard that she broke the skin. She felt anger well up inside her head; and she pulled herself to her feet. She wiped the newly brimmed tears from her eyes and turned to her mother. "Mother . . . Shut up. Go away." She ordered. "I don't need you here to know that Vegeta will be Ok."
Mrs. Breifs didn't step out the doorway. She just stared at Bulma with surprise on her face. "Bulma, dear-"
"I said SHUT UP AND GO AWAY!" Bulma hollered, pointing.
Her mother obeyed, leaving the room with a sob.
*Jeez. Worrying about Vegeta sure has made me a basket case. * Bulma thought, swallowing hard. She walked back over to Vegeta's bedside and sat on it, grabbing his hand again and squeezing it. Someway, somehow, she felt that Vegeta could hear what she was saying to him even deep in his coma. "I'll bet that it's more peaceful for you in that coma, right, Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
Of course, Vegeta didn't answer.
Bulma was depressed. It's not like she had expected to hear Vegeta respond or anything; she was just so devastated about Vegeta's accident. * If it only wasn't for selfish old me, who decided to build his GR out of cheap pieces. * Bulma thought. This thought made fresh tears spring to her ocean blue eyes. She had just realized that this never would have happened if it were not for her. She brought her head down into Vegeta's hand and began to cry into it. "Oh, Vegeta, I'm so sorry!" She cried. She rubbed her eyes against his hand to wipe the tears away from them. Poor, poor Vegeta. It seemed as if everything in his life was against him, out to get him. Even HERSELF, in some ways! All of the sudden Bulma felt so sorry for Vegeta that she broke into crying harder.
Of course she'd heard the tale of how Vegeta's planet was destroyed, and why he wasn't destroyed with it, and who killed his father . . . she had really felt no sympathy for Vegeta at all when Goku had told her all of this. But now, out of no where, she was gaining sympathy for Vegeta. Bulma threw his hand down when she thought about all of the people he'd killed, though.
*But he was raised to kill people. He's a SAIYAN. * Bulma thought. She realized that he was not like Goku, in any way shape or form. Bulma stared down at Vegeta, and found herself wishing that it could just be HER in that coma, not realizing what she'd ever done wrong.
In her eyes, Vegeta had a pretty good reason of being so rude to people. His father was killed when he was just a little boy, along with his planet . . . and nobody had ever told him they were sorry about that, told him that it was all right and been a true friend. But of course, Vegeta wouldn't let anybody get close to him. All because of Freiza.
Bulma brought her hand down and touched Vegeta's face, brushing her thumb over one of his bandaged cheeks. She felt roughness as her thumb passed over some barely visible stubble that had grown. He must have not had time to shave before his accident, and he'd been unconscious for about three hours now. *5-hour stubble. * Bulma thought. Just after she'd thought this, Vegeta twitched a little bit. Bulma brought her hand back in fear of what Vegeta would do to her if he saw her touching him.
But Vegeta still stayed asleep. Bulma sighed in relief. "Please, Please wake up?" She pleaded with the unconscious Vegeta. But, of course, he didn't.
* * *
Bulma slept in a desk beside him that night, sitting uncomfortably in a wooden chair. She had unsettling dreams about things, nightmares mostly about Vegeta slipping through the rift of life and death. Every time she'd have a dream like that, she'd snap awake and go feel Vegeta's pulse to make sure that he was still breathing right. Of course, he always was, just as unconscious as ever. She would then sigh and go sit back down.
"Please, please wake up . . ." She muttered the next morning when Vegeta still wasn't awake. She checked his pulse just to be sure, then took her place kneeling beside him. All of the sudden, something in her head told her, *He's NOT going to survive. He'll NEVER wake up out of this coma, and if he does, he'll have brain damage. *
Bulma's eyes widened with realization, widened as she realized that Vegeta could slip into death at any time of the moment. She stared at him with tear-brimmed eyes. But why should she care whether he died or not? He didn't care if SHE died or not! He could be the one to kill her!
It seemed as Vegeta was reading Bulma's mind as he stirred a little bit, turning his head away from her to where Bulma could only see the edge of his cheek. Bulma started to think about what a handsome man he was. Much more handsome that Yamcha ever could DREAM of being. MUCH more handsome.
*God, I'd better stop this. I'm making myself horny. * Bulma thought, as she looked at Vegeta's nice body. *If the sheets weren't pulled up to his chest, then I just might take a look at his talent. * This brought a smile to Bulma's lips. Why not? He was sleeping and all! Why shouldn't she just take a peek and then just throw the covers back on him?
She pulled the wooden chair up to his bedside, looking down at where his package was. *Little or big? Little or big? * Her perverted, sick mind raved. Bulma finally realized that she'd just HAVE to take a peek at it, no matter what, or it would just keep on itching at her brain. So, she did. She lifted up the sheets and pulled down his underwear just enough to see it. But when she DID see it, her eyes were glued.
"Oh . . . my GOD!" She hollered. "He's . . . HUGE!" She covered a hand over her mouth, and instantly yanked the sheet back up before someone happened to walk in and see what she was doing. She sat back in her chair until it tipped over. She just lay sprawled out on the ground of a second, muttering 'Oh MY GOD!' over and over again.
She soon got back up and pulled the chair back to Vegeta's bedside, where she sat in it to watch him sleep, watching his well-formed chest heave up and down. All of the sudden, her lips burned in the craving to kiss Vegeta right on the lips, hard and fast, and stick her tongue down his throat.
Bulma slapped herself when she thought about this. "I can't kiss Vegeta! He'd kill me! Besides that, why do I WANT to kiss Vegeta?" Bulma said to herself, feeling the back of her neck to make sure she wasn't feverish. But then she remembered that he was sleeping, and that he wouldn't know if she even gave him a little peck on the lips. *Just a peck. Just a little peck, just to stop me from thinking these ridiculous thoughts. I'm not attracted to him . . . I hope. * Bulma thought. She grabbed Vegeta's face and turned it to face her, then leaned over and placed her lips on his.
She had planned on pulling away after just this kiss, but her body thought otherwise. It was telling her to DIVE into him, and kiss him with all of her soul. So, she did, kissing him as hard as she could.
As she was kissing Vegeta, she saw his eyes slowly flutter open, and then widen in an expression of shock. That was all she saw before Vegeta had pushed her off of him, and she went flying across the room and banged into the wall pretty hard.
Vegeta was shocked. He propped himself up on his elbows. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" He screamed, in a mad rage. Bulma came and timidly sat back down on the chair.
"I have no idea." She answered Vegeta. "I just felt like . . . doing it all of the sudden. I'm really sorry."
Vegeta just smirked. "I would ordinarily be killing you, but I don't feel like it right now." He replied, laying his head back down on the pillow. "How long was I asleep?"
"About . . . fifteen hours or so. I'd say you were in a short coma." Bulma replied.
Vegeta rubbed at his eyes. "Woman, if I were you I'd get back on fixing that Gravity Machine." He ordered. "Because I'll be wanting it done by the time I'm up and out of this bed, which will probably be pretty quick."
Bulma laughed. "Oh, Vegeta, I'm quite convinced that you won't be out for another good MONTH."
Vegeta growled. "Shut up, woman! Just make me another Gravity Machine! And this time, make it one that can TAKE my intense levels of strength. I should kill you for you making that pitiful weakling one." He snarled. His eyes widened stupidly when she started to laugh. He quickly erased the stupid face though; not thinking it was a face fit for a Saiyan Prince. "What's so funny about what I just said?"
"What's so funny is that the exploding of the GR has nothing to do with your 'intense levels of strength' it has to do with the fact that I used cheap parts because Dad's company was starting to fail!" Bulma laughed. But when she saw the look of anger and hurt on Vegeta's face, she stopped laughing.
"Why . . . YOU are the cause of my injuries?" He inquired plainly.
Bulma nodded with guilt showing. "I'm sorry, but yes. I didn't mean for it to happen, I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me, I'm sorry?" She pleaded. "Heck, I don't know why I even thirst for your apologies, because you've never apologized to me . . ."
Vegeta turned his face away from her. "I forgive no one. I just want you to know to expect a good punch in the face when I get out of this bed." He growled.
Bulma all of the sudden took this as her cue to leave. "Oh . . . Kay, I guess I'll just leave you alone for a while. Everyone who doesn't feel good is a grouch, so I'd better just go." She started towards the door.
"Wait . . . Bulma?"
Bulma whirled around, frightened by the innocent tone to Vegeta's voice. "Yes? Is there something you need?"
"NO, I don't need anything. I just wanted to know why you kissed me. And before you start to say that it was a sympathy kiss, it was NOT. I'm a saiyan; and even though I've never been kissed I know a lust kiss when I feel one." Vegeta explained, looking at his hands. He quickly snapped his gaze back up to Bulma, his eyes narrowed in a demanding expression. "Well?"
Bulma started to stutter before she could even control herself. "I-uh-Duh- no-I-" She saw a touch of a smirk spread across Vegeta's mouth. *I'll show you. * Bulma thought. "That was NOT a kiss of lust. It was a kiss of sympathy, because-"
"AH-AH-AH! What did I tell you? It wasn't a sympathy kiss, idiot!"
"JUST LISTEN! It WAS a sympathy kiss, because I kissed you because I felt bad that such a STRONG, POWERFUL prince could be hurt so bad." Bulma explained sarcastically.
Vegeta growled. "I can read minds at will, woman, remember, I'm a saiyan. So, if you don't want me to read your mind and find the real reason along with a bunch of other secret things about your life, than I suggest you spill." He snarled, with a bit of a smirk on his handsome face. *I've got her now. * He thought. He saw her look down at the floor; her cheeks bloomed red with embarrassment.
"Uh . . . I-I don't know why I kissed you." Bulma said. "It probably WAS lust, but NOT love, definitely not love. I don't love any men right now."
"Not even your loser?"
" . . .."
"ANSWER ME, WOMAN!"
"No, not even Yamcha. I just lost my feelings for him the minute he told me he was cheating on me." Bulma said. "But I don't know . . . I don't think I'll ever get back together with him, but I'll still talk to him and be his friend."
She saw Vegeta smirk. "That's nice." He said. "Now either go away, or get me something to eat. I'm ravenous." He stretched his arms up above his head and yawned. He realized at once that he was trying to be mean and make the woman hungry for more. The look in her eyes judged that she was.
Bulma found her eyes glued to Vegeta's chest as he stretched and yawned. She all of the sudden just wanted to dash right over there and hug him as tight as she could, and kiss him too. How nice it would feel to kiss Vegeta . . . if only VEGETA wanted to kiss her! But why DID she want to kiss Vegeta?
*Do I really like Vegeta? * Her mind raved. She thought about how much of a cute man he was, besides his horrible attitude . . . And the cute faces that he made when something puzzled him . . . And how adorably short he was . . . and how his sex was probably the bomb . . . (A/N: All you Vegeta fans such as myself out there, don't you think so, too? LOL! If so, please tell me! I'll get a kick out of that!)
She then noticed the funny look that Vegeta was giving her. "What are you staring at?" He rudely inquired. Bulma's eyes widened with fear when she saw that she was staring at his pectorals as she thought. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said, snapping her gaze away.
Vegeta smirked. "Now, Go and get me something to eat." He ordered, pointing a finger towards the door. He smiled as the woman walked out of the room, with that stupid look still pasted on her pretty face. *She's nice looking, but I sure hate her. * Vegeta thought. But, little did he know that he really DIDN'T hate her. He just didn't like her very well.
* * *
Vegeta had thought Bulma was getting him some food. But she was not. She was in the kitchen, fantasizing about Vegeta's nice body and wondering if she had a crush on him. And, if she DID, then how could she draw Vegeta to her? *He's such a cutie-pie . . . * She thought dreamily. But she quickly snapped out of it. "What the hell am I thinking? I've thought Vegeta was cute ever since he moved here, so it doesn't mean anything!" She screamed at herself. "But that doesn't mean I can fantasize about him!"
She then remembered that he'd asked her for some food, so she jumped up and began to make him something.
"Here! I made you something to eat!" Bulma shouted, running into Vegeta's room and pulling the little tray over to him. She put his food on it. "See? Doesn't it look like I did a good job?" She asked, clasping her hands. She waited, anticipated, as he took a bite of her food.
"EWW! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME WITH? THIS TASTES LIKE SHIT!" Vegeta screamed, throwing the plate back at her. He lay back down and crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "Bring me back something that tastes GOOD." He ordered.
Bulma growled. "Hey, Mr. Meanie Pants, I can cook really good! What's your problem today?"
"My problem is that from the minute I woke up you've been hounding the hell out of me! Now just . . . get out and let me alone!" He turned his head away from her.
Bulma looked at Vegeta, with shame on her face. But, instead of leaving, she decided to tease him a little bit first. It was very fun to tease Vegeta because he had such a short temper, and went off at you like a rocket. But, fortunately, he couldn't do anything while bedridden. Bulma sneered and waltzed over to Vegeta. "Hey, Veggie, Guess what? I'm NOT going to leave you alone." She taunted. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go ape on you. Now GET OUT." Vegeta ordered, pointing towards the door.
Bulma stood her ground.
Vegeta looked up at her and growled. "Hey! I think I told you to beat it, woman! If you don't listen to me one more time, than you'll become something I might get out of the trash. Now GET OUT." He smirked when she started to walk away, but was surprised when she zipped back over toward him and grabbed his cheek, pinching it painfully and pulling it. Vegeta's eyes widened in shock.
"Who's a grumpy boy today? Oo are! Yes, you're such a cute little-"
"LET GO OF MEE!" Vegeta screamed, punching her in the thigh. This action caused Bulma to stumble backwards, releasing his cheek. Vegeta clapped a hand to his cheek and started trying to rub the pain away from it. "Idiot woman! Do you have any idea who you're prodding like a laboratory rat?"
Bulma giggled, sitting down and rubbing where Vegeta had punched her. "Yes, I know who I'm messing with. Someone whose bed ridden and can't hurt me." She said.
"Well, this person whose bed ridden and can't hurt you can most certainly hurt you after he's NOT bedridden. Leave me alone." Vegeta snarled, still rubbing at his cheek. "Get out. I've already told you at least four times."
Bulma turned to slink out of the room, limping on where Veggie had punched her. "You'd better hope that this doesn't leave a bruise, or I'll get you." She grumbled.
Vegeta threw a small powerball; not big enough to kill but sure big enough to sting.
Bulma ran out, slamming the door. The powerball hit the door instead of her.
Vegeta sighed, and slumped back to the laying position on his bed. "Yes. The wench is gone. Now I can just lay in here and get to go to SLEEP finally." Vegeta closed his eyes and went to sleep.
* * *
Bulma ran into her bedroom, laughing. "Oh, Jeez, If I only would have taken a picture of the look on his face! HAHAHAHAHA!" She chortled, remembering the look on Vegeta's face when she'd pinched him, that look that said, 'What the HELL?' Had Vegeta known how un-princely it had looked, he probably never would have made that face. Bulma was still laughing when the phone rang.
She picked it up. "Yes?" She asked, still giggling about the face Vegeta had made.
"Hi." Said the voice on the other end of the phone. It was Yamcha!
"Yamcha? What makes you think I want to talk to you? Go flog your log or something, anything but bother me!" Bulma was about to hang up the phone.
"No, don't hang up! I want to talk to you about what I said. Please? Just hear me out? I'm not asking you to get back together with me." Yamcha pleaded.
Bulma paid close attention to the pleading voice he'd used. "Uh . . . Okay. What do you want to say? You've got a minute, buster. Spill."
"Okay, I know that you don't want to be my girlfriend anymore, but, maybe, after you hear this, you might want us to be just friends, if even more. Yes, I was cheating on you Bulma. And, yes, I DID have intercourse with these other girls. But Bulma, you were always the one I loved the most. The other two were nothing to me; just sex toys. You were the only one that meant anything."
"Yeah, right. How do I know you're not lying to me? If they don't mean anything, then how come you had that one's underwear in your pocket, hm?" Bulma demanded. She was actually looking at her watch, counting a minute. "You've got 45 seconds left."
"Because . . . I just did! Now please let's be friends! Let me come over and see you, talk to you-"
"No! First of all, Vegeta's hurt and doesn't probably want any company in the house. Second of all, I'm not sure I want to see you at all. You really hurt me." Bulma wasn't lying about this, either. After the party she'd spent hours crying over Yamcha in her room.
"Vegeta's hurt and doesn't want company? Since when have you cared what Vegeta thought? . . . Do you LIKE him?" Yamcha asked.
Bulma grew angry at what Yamcha had asked her. *That prick! It's none of his business with my love life anymore if I don't love him! * She thought, and that was basically what she said. "What's it to you? It's none of your business whom I like anymore because I'M NOT INTO YOU ROMANTICALLY! We're not lovers and not even friends anymore! I can't believe you would even ask me whom I like! The nerve!" She ranted, having long forgotten about Yamcha's time limit on the phone.
"Please, Bulma-"
"Shut up! Just shut up, and go screw one of your little girlfriends!" Bulma clicked the phone on its cradle, breathing hard with her blue hair all in her face. "Prick." She grumbled, and stomped back up into Vegeta's room.
When she got in there and sat in the wooden chair a thought hit her mind. *Why did I get so mad when Yamcha asked me if I liked Vegeta? That normally wouldn't set me off like that . . . unless I actually like him. * She stared at Vegeta, who was asleep in the bed. He was snoring quietly, his chest heaving up and down. Bulma smiled a little bit. "I wonder what he's dreaming about . . . WHO CARES!? Since when have I cared about such stupid things? Uh, I need miller time!" Bulma ran out of the house to get a couple of wine coolers, which would hopefully soothe her raging mind.
When Bulma got back she found Vegeta with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. She had been debating on something while she was buying the wine coolers, and had decided that Vegeta was just the kind of a man that she thought was ideal; besides the attitude. And the way he acted, he acted as if he had a little attraction to her too. So she had decided to come on to him, and if it worked out it did. If it didn't work out, then it didn't.
"Vegeta?" She said, sitting in the wooden chair beside his bed. "I need to talk to you about something. Can I?"
Vegeta slowly turned his head and stared at her. "I don't have the time to hear you protest. You can just exit the way you entered. Now." He groaned. It was obvious that he was in serious pain, because of the way that he grimaced each time that he moved. Bulma just wanted to comfort him so badly that she couldn't see straight.
"Vegeta, I'm not going to protest." Bulma quietly said. "I'm going to tell you something . . . and ask you a question."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Okay. Fire away, but you'd better make it quick. I don't want to listen to you, so it'd better be something good."
Bulma cleared her throat. *Here it is, the moment of truth. * Bulma thought, gulping. Before Vegeta could react she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"Vegeta, I like you."
End of chappy seven
A cliffhanger . . . I hate these as a fanfiction reader but they make the story so much better! Don't you wonder what Vegeta's reaction will be in the next chapter? Because I don't make outlines for this story, I wonder too! Anyway, next chapter, Bulma gets her answer, and I don't know what will happen next. I've decided not to make Vegeta ever just willingly give in, it'll be like he isn't controlling himself until what's done is done, and then he'll be treating her like trash, even if they're conducting a love affair right under everyone's noses. If you have a better idea, please tell me! (Remember, email me for ideas or answers to my questions at saintbernard13@aol.com, not in reviews! I only want your opinions in reviews!
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