Chapter the eighth
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"Vegeta, I like you."
These words rang throughout Vegeta's body and mind for a good two minutes before he snapped out of his spell. He jerked his hand away from her. "WHAT?"
Bulma now had tears in her eyes. *He doesn't like me, oh, he doesn't like me. * She thought. "Vegeta . . . I told you that I'm attracted to you, and if you're interested, then maybe you'd like to-"
"Shut up, you bitch! What on Earth possessed you to just come up here and start to tell me stuff like this, hm? I should kill you right here! Of course I'm not interested in a measly earth weakling like you. If I was, then I'd be worried about me." He growled. He then swiped at her. "Now, go away!"
But Bulma didn't go away. She stroked a hand through his hair, but he flinched away. "Come on, Vegeta, you don't have to be a big old grouch just because I broke this news to you. Can't you be nice and just accept my question, and actually think about it?" She asked.
Vegeta smirked, and threw his head back, laughing handsomely. "That's the funniest thing I ever heard, a saiyan going with a human! NO! I hate your guts! And besides that, why are you even NEAR me? I told you to go away-"
Bulma grabbed Vegeta's face and kissed him as hard and passionate as she could right on the lips. She pressed them onto his lips firmly, and even slipped a little bit of tongue into the kiss. She felt Vegeta fighting to get away from her. He yanked his head to the side, making her slobber all over his cheek.
Vegeta pushed her back in the chair. "What do you think you're doing, woman?" He growled wiping Bulma's slobber off of his cheeks and mouth. "I can't believe that you just kissed me like that! I am not something to be kissed all over, woman!" *Even though it DID feel kind of nice . . . *
Bulma just smiled at him. "I was trying to show you how good I am. I like you and I want us to be together. We would make a good couple if you'd just accept it." She said, with tears in her voice. *Oh, how can he hate me? How? * She thought. She looked at the look of pure hatred on Vegeta's face and realized that it WAS hatred; and if it wasn't hatred it was certainly grave dislike.
"I don't want to. Now go away." Vegeta sighed. "Just go away and leave me alone. Go screw your boyfriend." He then crossed his arms and turned his head away from Bulma.
"Okay, Vegeta. Fine." Bulma answered solemnly and walked out of his room.
*I'm tired of being stranded in this bed, subjected to everything. I'm busting out of here and going to train for the androids. * Vegeta thought. He began to work at the I.V. needles in the crook of his arm.
* * *
Bulma sat at the kitchen table, not exactly sad but kind of disappointed. She didn't like Vegeta very much but she just wondered what it would be like to have Vegeta as a boyfriend. He was a rude person, yes, but maybe if he weren't so lonely than he wouldn't be quite as mean as he was usually. Maybe that was why he was such a bastard in the first place. Because he needed someone. Bulma knew that she was attracted; but not as much as a woman usually is to someone that they want to be with. She just thought that Vegeta was a cutie-pie, and he was so muscular and had that sexy voice and those sexy hands . . .
Bulma snapped out of it. *He's the one that's missing out on something. He doesn't know what it's like to have someone to care about him. I'll bet that he dies a lonely person all alone, or ends up committing suicide. * But she then realized that she didn't want Vegeta to end up dying lonely. She just wanted him to be happy and hurt and bedridden wasn't making him very happy. But she knew that was the only way he'd ever get better.
Vegeta had given up on getting out of bed, because pulling out the I.V. had hurt too badly and it was too dangerous. He knew nothing about Earth technologies and he might accidentally hurt himself very badly. He just lay there and thought about that bitch, how'd she'd just barge in here and touch him for no reason. What would she be doing next, grabbing his balls?
"Aw well. Life's hard." Vegeta grumbled, rolling over on his side with a grimace of pain coming from the deep wounds all over him. He grabbed the covers and pulled them up to his chin. *I've got to get out of this bed soon, before Bulma comes in here again. * He thought. He was really thinking that Bulma was getting ideas about what she could do to him while he was alone in bed. He shuddered at the thought. And as he was thinking about not wanting Bulma in the room with him, his stomach growled angrily for some food.
*Oh no. I can't call Bulma in here for food, or she might be an irritant again. * He thought. *But there's no way I could get up and get the food myself. What do I do to get myself in these situations? WHAT? * His stomach growled at him again. Vegeta clapped his hands to it, as if to try and calm the irritating noises it was making.
"God, do I really have a choice but to call Bulma in here?" He mumbled to himself. When he had ruled out that he didn't he sucked in a deep breath and called out flatly: "BULMA . . ."
Bulma heard Vegeta quietly call her name in a bored sounding voice. "What could you want now?" She asked herself. She charged up the stairs and went into his room, stopping at the doorframe. "Yes?"
"I'm hungry. Bring me something to eat, right now."
Bulma just smirked.
"Erase that smirk! I know what you're thinking! You're thinking about being a little hoe and slobbering all over my face again, aren't you? Well, you'd better stop, because when I get out of this bed you're already going to have three broken ribs! Isn't that enough? Hey! You'd better not walk any closer to me!" Vegeta ranted, as she started to strut towards him. He pulled the covers up to his chest and growled. "Beware, woman. One touch and your wrist is broken."
Bulma reached out a hand as if to touch him, angering Vegeta, who grabbed her wrist tightly and jerked her towards him. "GO GET ME SOMETHING TO EAT!" He barked.
Bulma dug her nails into Vegeta's arm until he let go of her wrist. Her wrist was now swollen and purple, but she didn't care. She plopped herself down on the bed next to him. "Now, what was it you were saying about wanting some food? Because if you don't stop being such a total JERK, you're not getting ANYTHING." She said, tapping him on the end of the nose.
Vegeta bit at her finger, coming dreadfully close to it. "Go. Get me something to eat. I'm hungry." He said.
Bulma smirked. "Well, if you want to order me around, I guess that you won't get any food because you're being a jerk. You can sit here being hungry forever; I can wait." She patiently crossed her legs and placed her chin in her hands, waiting for him to plead with her.
The look on Vegeta's face was comical and showed that Bulma had definitely won this match. After stuttering for a minute, he finally choked out; "I'm not very hungry. Matter of fact, I'm not hungry at all. I don't NEED any food." He crossed his arms and turned his head.
But, apparently, his stomach thought otherwise. It growled and churned, bringing such hunger pangs that Vegeta KNEW he had to have something to eat right then.
Bulma giggled. "Apparently your stomach doesn't think so." She said.
Vegeta scowled. "Uh . . . Get me something! NOW!"
"Nope. Say please."
Vegeta rolled over on his stomach and turned his head away from Bulma. "I'm going to fucking kill you after I get out of this bed if you don't fucking get me something to eat. Do I make myself CLEAR?" He asked, charging up the strongest powerball he could manage in this weak state; a small one that would only cause a huge blister on Bulma's skin that would be very painful.
Bulma glanced at the powerball and backed up a little bit. "Oh . . . Okay . . ."
"NOW!"
Bulma raced out of the room as fast as she could. Vegeta just lay there smirking.
* * *
"Jerk." Bulma muttered as she climbed back up the stairs with Vegeta's food. Teasing Vegeta WAS fun; but when he got fed up he got dangerous. She gave Vegeta his soup once she reached his room. "Here, your MAJESTY." She said, watching his gorgeous body when he sat up. She acted as if she was going to give Vegeta the soup, but she jerked it away when he tried to get it. Vegeta smirked and charged up the powerball, making Bulma reluctantly give it to him. "Jerk jerk jerk." She muttered. She sat on the bottom of the bed by his feet, which he had house shoes on. Big, fluffy pink ones.
"Get out. I don't need your company while I'm eating." Vegeta said.
Bulma just stared at him while he ate the soup. He had excellent eating manners, she noticed. He wasn't near as bad as Goku was. He was also a lot smaller than Goku was, though. "Hey Vegeta . . . I programmed the bots for your new GR, and it'll take about seven months to complete, just like before." Bulma said. "But this time I'm using the good parts. K?" She confirmed. She watched Vegeta give a slow nod.
When Vegeta was finished he gave Bulma his bowl. "Shoo." He growled. He let Bulma at least pull the covers back up to his chin before making her leave again. He stared after her. *The nerve of that wench! * He thought, snuggling up to the covers and closing his eyes.
* * *
Ding-Dong! Bulma heard the doorbell ring as she was cleaning out the kitchen. She wondered who it could be, because she hadn't really been expecting any company. She approached the door and opened it, and who should stand there but . . . YAMCHA! Bulma squealed and slammed the door.
"Wait!" She heard from behind the door. She rolled her eyes and opened the door up just a crack. "What do you want? I don't want to talk to you, and I thought I told you not to come over here?"
"I know you did, but . . . I want to see you." Yamcha said. "Please just let me come in for one minute so that we can talk about it. I really want to get back together with you. I can change, baby!"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I hate you, and that Vegeta isn't going to want you coming in here? He isn't in the greatest mood and he's trying to sleep! You might wake him up. He needs his rest to heal fast so that he can train again." She shut the door all of the way. "Now go away before I come out there and kick you in the wiener."
"Bulma . . ."
"HERE I COME!"
She heard Yamcha run off. She threw her back against the door with a heavy sigh. She wanted to talk to Yamcha as friends but just not now. She had better things to do than talk to him and end up waking Vegeta, whose ears were very sensitive as a product of being a saiyan. Bulma decided to go up and make sure Vegeta was doing Ok.
She walked inside and noticed that his eyes were wide open and looking at the celing. "Hello, Vegeta. How was your nap?" She said. Vegeta just crossed his arms and rolled onto his side snuggling into the covers, obviously thinking hard about something. *Why is it that every time that woman comes around me, I get all shy and start trying to make her avoid me? * He thought. Even though it wasn't intended, every time she DID come in he'd try to ignore Bulma.
"Grumpy? Won't even tell me how your nap was?" Bulma said. "Are you hungry?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No. I'm perfectly fine. Now leave me."
Bulma sat on the bed beside him. "I wonder if you'll be okay through the night . . . I mean, it's almost bed time and what if you stop breathing tonight? Wait, I don't really CARE." She smirked a little bit at Vegeta.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. "Get away from me and get out. I don't feel like messing with you right now, just like always."
Bulma patted Vegeta's back. "Okay, fine. If you think you'll be okay through the night than I'll leave the room. But if you have any problem at all, ANYTHING, even if you have a nightmare, call me in here and I'll take care of it." She reassured.
Vegeta threw one of the small powerballs at her, singing her skirt. "I don't need your help. I'm a BIG BOY. Now get the hell out, wench."
As Bulma exited she shut off the light and closed the door on Vegeta. Vegeta snuggled into the bed and closed his eyes. But it was going to take a lot longer than seven minutes for sleep to come tonight. He was too busy thinking about what that weird feeling could be when Bulma came around him, that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was falling. And there was also the feeling of how shy he got when she came into the room to check on him, almost acting as if he WANTED her to touch him. But Vegeta knew that he couldn't want that. Not from Bulma. Not from any Earth women.
*Maybe it's lust that I'm feeling. Maybe I just need to fulfill my lust for Bulma. Maybe the next time she touches me I should let her, and then I won't feel lust for her anymore, and then I won't be acting all shy around her. * He thought. Happy with this decision, Vegeta closed his eyes and dropped off to sleep.
"Wake up, Veggie! Wake up!" Bulma yelled the next morning as she put ice in the bed with Vegeta.
Vegeta grunted and rolled over. He grabbed the ice and threw it out of his bed. "Shit head woman!" He growled, laying on his back and crossing his arms. "What is it that you want? I just woke up, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I feel like killing someone. So, if you were smart you'd get your ass out of here!"
Bulma did the exact opposite of getting out of Vegeta's room, though. Instead she plopped her ass right in the middle of Vegeta's stomach, causing his breath to come winding out.
"Get . . . off . . . " He breathed. "Can't . . . breathe . . ." He really could breath, but not very good being as hurt as he was. He grabbed Bulma's wrist and attempted to yank her off of him but it didn't work. He was too weak from being hurt. "I'm going to . . . Kill you!" He said, starting to charge up a powerball, one that he intended to kill her with. Then he remembered.
Bulma grabbed his wrist and put his hand down to keep the stinging powerball from appearing. "You need anger management. Did you know that?" She asked.
Vegeta growled. "I'm going to warn you one last time to get your ASS off of my-" He was interrupted when Bulma placed a finger on his lips.
"Do you ever stop threatening people?"
Vegeta jerked his head to the side, before getting an idea. He lunged forward and grabbed for her throat. Unfortunately, his hands missed and landed unmeaningly on her boobs. Vegeta's eyes widened for a second and he just sat there, with his hands on her boobs.
Bulma was too stunned to say anything either. They sat like that for a long time, until she cupped a hand to her mouth and roared with insane laughter. "Oh, Vegeta, you idiot!" She screeched in helpless laughter.
Vegeta jerked his hands off of Bulma's guns. He lay back on the pillow with his cheeks bright red and his eyes widened. When he snapped out of it, he was furious. "Get out. I just tried to strangle you and didn't succeed, but this time I'll be successful. Now go away. Get out. Leave me alone." When she still didn't get up Vegeta lunged for her throat again. "I said GET UP!"
Bulma wrenched her way away from him and stood up. "Well, SOR-RY." She bitched, still laughing at Vegeta. "But you should have seen the look that was on your face when you got my boobs instead of my neck! It was a keeper! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Vegeta had his arms crossed and was staring daggers at her. "Shut up! At least I don't KISS PEOPLE when they don't want me to, dress like a hooker off the street, and date losers." He grumped. He rubbed his chin like a man usually does when he's thinking and felt the heavy stubble growing there. "Son of a bitch." He griped.
Bulma bent down. "What?" She asked.
"I'm growing facial hair." He said. "But what business is it of yours? Go downstairs and talk to your loser, anything but bother me." He coughed into the back of his strong and manly hand.
Bulma's face showed heavy concern. "Gosh, are you Okay? You must be moving around too much. You're hurt and you need to lay still or you could cause yourself to bleed internally." She tried to walk over and fix his sheets but Vegeta held out a hand to stop her.
"Just . . . Leave me alone. I can take care of myself." He said, coughing someore.
*What if he's bleeding inside? I need to get someone to come in here and check him out! * Bulma thought, noticing the bit of blood that trickled out of his mouth. Her face went white and she rushed over to Vegeta, grabbing his head and supporting it. She wiped the blood off of his mouth. "Oh my God! You're coughing up blood! You-"
"I am NOT coughing up blood! I just have a split in my lip! God, quit making mountains out of molehills!" Vegeta argued.
Bulma noticed the small split on his lip. She sighed with relief. "Hoooo . . . I'm so relieved. I thought you had internal bleeding or something!" She gasped, wiping the blood from his lip. *How come I'm so worried about him lately? Is it because I might possibly have more feelings for Vegeta than I think I do? * She thought. Bulma stared at the hurt man lying in the bed and suddenly wished he were better so they could get it on. But, of course, Vegeta would never get it on with anybody but a female saiyan. "Well, bye." Bulma said, exiting the room with a big picture of Vegeta in her mind.
* * *
Later that day, as Bulma was sitting in the kitchen and writing out plans for an invention, who should come in the kitchen up behind her but Yamcha. Bulma hadn't noticed him coming up behind her.
"Hey!"
Bulma jumped about three feet, causing her pen to go flying from her hand. "YAHH!" She screamed, whipping her head around and noticing whom it was. But who it was scared her even WORSE. "Yamcha! What the heck are you doing in my house? I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again! Get out, get out!"
Yamcha held his hands before him defensively. "Whoa, whoa whoa! Your mother let me in Bulma! I didn't just barge in here!" He said. "I wanted to see you, and she answered the door, so she let me in."
*Mother, you traitor. * Bulma thought with a grimace. She sat back down in the chair and began to write again. "I think you'd better go, Yamcha. This might get ugly. What makes you think that I want a man who's probably crawling with a thousand STDs in my house?" She said in a flat voice.
Yamcha came and sat in the chair beside her. "I don't have any STDs!" He protested.
Bulma smirked. "Shut up and just go away." She grumbled. She started trying to tune him out.
"Bulma, I want to get back together with you. How about it?"
These words caught Bulma by surprise. She lifted her head from her document and looked at him. "What are you, STUPID? Of course I'm not getting back together with you. You're a fickle BASTARD. We can maybe be friends later, but not now-"
She was startled when Yamcha grabbed her hand. "Come on, Bulma. Please?" He asked.
Bulma sprang up from her seat. "No. I told you NO. And besides that, I don't have time for this. I have to go and check on Vegeta. Good day to you, and bye bye." She ran up the stairs and to Vegeta's room, not at all expecting what was about to happen. She sat down in the wooden chair beside Vegeta and started trying to check his vitals.
She heard Yamcha stamp in behind her. He stopped at the doorway. "What are you doing, Bulma? What's happening to you?" He asked.
Bulma didn't turn around to answer. "Shut up. Just shut up. Go away." She said. She grabbed Vegeta's wrist and checked his pulse. It seemed to be going normal. As she was looking at the machines that showed Vegeta's vital status she felt the presence of Yamcha as he came up behind her. "What are you doing?" She asked casually. When she reached out to check the pulse in his neck she felt Yamcha's strong arms around her waist. She grabbed them and attempted to wrench them off of her. "Let go of me, you jerk." She growled. She didn't know where it came from; but fear welled up inside of her, as if something bad were about to happen.
Bulma felt Yamcha violently jerk her around and firmly press his lips against hers, then run his hand up her thigh to try and get it up her short tennis skirt and into her panties. Bulma grabbed the hand that was on her thigh and tried to wrench it off of it. "What are you doing?" She managed to shriek as she pulled her face away and tried to get away. *What's gotten into him? Why is he doing this? * She thought.
Yamcha came towards her again.
Bulma started to run away from him, but she ended up falling on her face on the wooden floor of Vegeta's room. The next thing she knew, Yamcha had his hands on her, groping her. Bulma started to cry. *Oh, great, THIS is how I'll get eventually pregnant, I'll get raped by my ex-boyfriend . . . * She found her mind thinking. She grabbed one of his hands and bit it as hard as she could, but that didn't stop him. He kept at what he was doing. *I should just give up. Maybe if I go with it, then he won't be violent. * She knew that Yamcha wouldn't EVER hurt her, he was just horny, but there was still that little tinge inside her head telling her that she didn't want to be raped. It was too shameful. Maybe if she'd go with it, it wouldn't seem so much like rape.
*Oh, that's bullshit, I can't go with this. * She thought, grabbing one of his hands, which was now in her shirt. She thought all of her hope was lost.
It was then that Yamcha squealed in pain and collapsed on Bulma, lying limp like a rag doll. He didn't seem to be conscious. Bulma pushed him off of her. "Yamcha?" She asked. It wasn't like she cared; she just HAD to know what had happened. She noticed a huge red and purple whelp on the back of Yamcha's muscular neck. She whipped her head around the room, startled at what she saw.
Vegeta was standing up. He looked like he was about to faint, but yes, he was standing on his own two feet. Bulma's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "Vegeta, did you . . ." She asked, gesturing towards Yamcha.
Vegeta nodded solemnly. "Yes." He choked. It was obvious that he was having trouble standing. He was shiny with sweat.
"But why?" Bulma asked. "Why? You don't care about me! You don't care about anyone! Why'd you save me? Not that I'm not grateful, which I am, but . . . why?"
Vegeta smirked a bit, scrubbing a hand across his brow. "Because I can't stand to see slime like that. I just can't. Yes, I may not care about you, but people like that make me sick. Even if I kill innocent people I don't molest them. Molesting people was a serious crime back where I lived. You'd get tortured to death for it." He explained. He coughed again; blood flying from his mouth. But this time it was not from his lip.
Bulma's eyes widened in alarm. She sprung to her feet. "Oh, Vegeta, are you Okay?" She asked. She managed to catch Vegeta just before he toppled on the floor. She laid his head lovingly on her lap. She noticed how labored Vegeta's breathing was; for when he breathed out it looked like he was battling a weight on his chest. His body was so slick with sweat that Bulma's hands were sliding off of him. "Oh, God, what's wrong? You shouldn't have stood up!" Bulma said.
But Vegeta couldn't hear her. He was already fainted. But, Bulma couldn't pick Vegeta up on her own, so she needed someone to help her out in doing it. Bulma remembered that her father and mother were gone and that she and Vegeta were the only people (Besides Yamcha.) "Vegeta . . . why must you always get really bad at moments when I can't afford it to happen? WHY?" She asked. She looked over at Yamcha, who was still unconscious on the floor. "What choice do I have?" She said to herself.
"Yamcha! Hey, Yamcha, wake up!" She said. She shook him. "Wake up you bastard! Come on, you can't be dead! Not that I care, but please don't be! I need your help for Vegeta!" She saw Yamcha stir just a tiny bit at her voice. "Buh-Bulma . . . " He stuttered.
"Wake up." She sharply ordered.
Yamcha sat up. "What happened?" He asked. He then remembered what he'd been doing. "Bulma, I'm so sorry! I had no idea what I was doing! Please forgive me and be my-"
"Shut up! Vegeta got himself really weak and hurt getting up to defend ME from YOU, and now I need your help to get Vegeta downstairs so that I can help him. I don't want to hear any of your shit right now." Bulma growled at Yamcha.
Yamcha shakily pulled himself to his feet. "Okay. But, why? Why do you want to help Vegeta? Has he ever helped you before?" He asked. "Let's just go and talk-"
"SHUT UP, YAMCHA!"
Bulma stroked Vegeta's hair as she talked firmly to Yamcha. "Yamcha, if Vegeta weren't hurt right now than I wouldn't be asking you to help me. Vegeta saved me, Yamcha. He saved me from YOU. You were out of control. And Vegeta, even though he was hurt, got up and knocked you out. And now he's trying to DIE on me! So, if you don't help me get Vegeta downstairs, then you'll NEVER see me again!" He snarled. "And I MEAN it! If I mention it once to the police that you tried to rape me you'd go to jail. So I suggest you help me."
Yamcha just stared at Bulma for a minute, watching her stroke Vegeta's hair with insane jealously. "I don't want to help him, Bulma. He killed me and he threatens to kill you all of the time!"
"Okay, I'm getting the phone-"
"ALL RIGHT!" Yamcha came over and picked Vegeta up. "You'd better thank me for this." He grumbled as he started to carry Vegeta down the stairs, followed by Bulma.
Didja like this chapter? I know that Yamcha was a little out of character but I had to make Vegeta save Bulma somehow, and I thought that would be a NOBLE way! I'm not going to say what happens next anymore because that just gives everything away, and I'm sure none of you like That. Also, like one person said, it's a bad idea. Bye!
Luv, luvssaintbernards.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
"Vegeta, I like you."
These words rang throughout Vegeta's body and mind for a good two minutes before he snapped out of his spell. He jerked his hand away from her. "WHAT?"
Bulma now had tears in her eyes. *He doesn't like me, oh, he doesn't like me. * She thought. "Vegeta . . . I told you that I'm attracted to you, and if you're interested, then maybe you'd like to-"
"Shut up, you bitch! What on Earth possessed you to just come up here and start to tell me stuff like this, hm? I should kill you right here! Of course I'm not interested in a measly earth weakling like you. If I was, then I'd be worried about me." He growled. He then swiped at her. "Now, go away!"
But Bulma didn't go away. She stroked a hand through his hair, but he flinched away. "Come on, Vegeta, you don't have to be a big old grouch just because I broke this news to you. Can't you be nice and just accept my question, and actually think about it?" She asked.
Vegeta smirked, and threw his head back, laughing handsomely. "That's the funniest thing I ever heard, a saiyan going with a human! NO! I hate your guts! And besides that, why are you even NEAR me? I told you to go away-"
Bulma grabbed Vegeta's face and kissed him as hard and passionate as she could right on the lips. She pressed them onto his lips firmly, and even slipped a little bit of tongue into the kiss. She felt Vegeta fighting to get away from her. He yanked his head to the side, making her slobber all over his cheek.
Vegeta pushed her back in the chair. "What do you think you're doing, woman?" He growled wiping Bulma's slobber off of his cheeks and mouth. "I can't believe that you just kissed me like that! I am not something to be kissed all over, woman!" *Even though it DID feel kind of nice . . . *
Bulma just smiled at him. "I was trying to show you how good I am. I like you and I want us to be together. We would make a good couple if you'd just accept it." She said, with tears in her voice. *Oh, how can he hate me? How? * She thought. She looked at the look of pure hatred on Vegeta's face and realized that it WAS hatred; and if it wasn't hatred it was certainly grave dislike.
"I don't want to. Now go away." Vegeta sighed. "Just go away and leave me alone. Go screw your boyfriend." He then crossed his arms and turned his head away from Bulma.
"Okay, Vegeta. Fine." Bulma answered solemnly and walked out of his room.
*I'm tired of being stranded in this bed, subjected to everything. I'm busting out of here and going to train for the androids. * Vegeta thought. He began to work at the I.V. needles in the crook of his arm.
* * *
Bulma sat at the kitchen table, not exactly sad but kind of disappointed. She didn't like Vegeta very much but she just wondered what it would be like to have Vegeta as a boyfriend. He was a rude person, yes, but maybe if he weren't so lonely than he wouldn't be quite as mean as he was usually. Maybe that was why he was such a bastard in the first place. Because he needed someone. Bulma knew that she was attracted; but not as much as a woman usually is to someone that they want to be with. She just thought that Vegeta was a cutie-pie, and he was so muscular and had that sexy voice and those sexy hands . . .
Bulma snapped out of it. *He's the one that's missing out on something. He doesn't know what it's like to have someone to care about him. I'll bet that he dies a lonely person all alone, or ends up committing suicide. * But she then realized that she didn't want Vegeta to end up dying lonely. She just wanted him to be happy and hurt and bedridden wasn't making him very happy. But she knew that was the only way he'd ever get better.
Vegeta had given up on getting out of bed, because pulling out the I.V. had hurt too badly and it was too dangerous. He knew nothing about Earth technologies and he might accidentally hurt himself very badly. He just lay there and thought about that bitch, how'd she'd just barge in here and touch him for no reason. What would she be doing next, grabbing his balls?
"Aw well. Life's hard." Vegeta grumbled, rolling over on his side with a grimace of pain coming from the deep wounds all over him. He grabbed the covers and pulled them up to his chin. *I've got to get out of this bed soon, before Bulma comes in here again. * He thought. He was really thinking that Bulma was getting ideas about what she could do to him while he was alone in bed. He shuddered at the thought. And as he was thinking about not wanting Bulma in the room with him, his stomach growled angrily for some food.
*Oh no. I can't call Bulma in here for food, or she might be an irritant again. * He thought. *But there's no way I could get up and get the food myself. What do I do to get myself in these situations? WHAT? * His stomach growled at him again. Vegeta clapped his hands to it, as if to try and calm the irritating noises it was making.
"God, do I really have a choice but to call Bulma in here?" He mumbled to himself. When he had ruled out that he didn't he sucked in a deep breath and called out flatly: "BULMA . . ."
Bulma heard Vegeta quietly call her name in a bored sounding voice. "What could you want now?" She asked herself. She charged up the stairs and went into his room, stopping at the doorframe. "Yes?"
"I'm hungry. Bring me something to eat, right now."
Bulma just smirked.
"Erase that smirk! I know what you're thinking! You're thinking about being a little hoe and slobbering all over my face again, aren't you? Well, you'd better stop, because when I get out of this bed you're already going to have three broken ribs! Isn't that enough? Hey! You'd better not walk any closer to me!" Vegeta ranted, as she started to strut towards him. He pulled the covers up to his chest and growled. "Beware, woman. One touch and your wrist is broken."
Bulma reached out a hand as if to touch him, angering Vegeta, who grabbed her wrist tightly and jerked her towards him. "GO GET ME SOMETHING TO EAT!" He barked.
Bulma dug her nails into Vegeta's arm until he let go of her wrist. Her wrist was now swollen and purple, but she didn't care. She plopped herself down on the bed next to him. "Now, what was it you were saying about wanting some food? Because if you don't stop being such a total JERK, you're not getting ANYTHING." She said, tapping him on the end of the nose.
Vegeta bit at her finger, coming dreadfully close to it. "Go. Get me something to eat. I'm hungry." He said.
Bulma smirked. "Well, if you want to order me around, I guess that you won't get any food because you're being a jerk. You can sit here being hungry forever; I can wait." She patiently crossed her legs and placed her chin in her hands, waiting for him to plead with her.
The look on Vegeta's face was comical and showed that Bulma had definitely won this match. After stuttering for a minute, he finally choked out; "I'm not very hungry. Matter of fact, I'm not hungry at all. I don't NEED any food." He crossed his arms and turned his head.
But, apparently, his stomach thought otherwise. It growled and churned, bringing such hunger pangs that Vegeta KNEW he had to have something to eat right then.
Bulma giggled. "Apparently your stomach doesn't think so." She said.
Vegeta scowled. "Uh . . . Get me something! NOW!"
"Nope. Say please."
Vegeta rolled over on his stomach and turned his head away from Bulma. "I'm going to fucking kill you after I get out of this bed if you don't fucking get me something to eat. Do I make myself CLEAR?" He asked, charging up the strongest powerball he could manage in this weak state; a small one that would only cause a huge blister on Bulma's skin that would be very painful.
Bulma glanced at the powerball and backed up a little bit. "Oh . . . Okay . . ."
"NOW!"
Bulma raced out of the room as fast as she could. Vegeta just lay there smirking.
* * *
"Jerk." Bulma muttered as she climbed back up the stairs with Vegeta's food. Teasing Vegeta WAS fun; but when he got fed up he got dangerous. She gave Vegeta his soup once she reached his room. "Here, your MAJESTY." She said, watching his gorgeous body when he sat up. She acted as if she was going to give Vegeta the soup, but she jerked it away when he tried to get it. Vegeta smirked and charged up the powerball, making Bulma reluctantly give it to him. "Jerk jerk jerk." She muttered. She sat on the bottom of the bed by his feet, which he had house shoes on. Big, fluffy pink ones.
"Get out. I don't need your company while I'm eating." Vegeta said.
Bulma just stared at him while he ate the soup. He had excellent eating manners, she noticed. He wasn't near as bad as Goku was. He was also a lot smaller than Goku was, though. "Hey Vegeta . . . I programmed the bots for your new GR, and it'll take about seven months to complete, just like before." Bulma said. "But this time I'm using the good parts. K?" She confirmed. She watched Vegeta give a slow nod.
When Vegeta was finished he gave Bulma his bowl. "Shoo." He growled. He let Bulma at least pull the covers back up to his chin before making her leave again. He stared after her. *The nerve of that wench! * He thought, snuggling up to the covers and closing his eyes.
* * *
Ding-Dong! Bulma heard the doorbell ring as she was cleaning out the kitchen. She wondered who it could be, because she hadn't really been expecting any company. She approached the door and opened it, and who should stand there but . . . YAMCHA! Bulma squealed and slammed the door.
"Wait!" She heard from behind the door. She rolled her eyes and opened the door up just a crack. "What do you want? I don't want to talk to you, and I thought I told you not to come over here?"
"I know you did, but . . . I want to see you." Yamcha said. "Please just let me come in for one minute so that we can talk about it. I really want to get back together with you. I can change, baby!"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I hate you, and that Vegeta isn't going to want you coming in here? He isn't in the greatest mood and he's trying to sleep! You might wake him up. He needs his rest to heal fast so that he can train again." She shut the door all of the way. "Now go away before I come out there and kick you in the wiener."
"Bulma . . ."
"HERE I COME!"
She heard Yamcha run off. She threw her back against the door with a heavy sigh. She wanted to talk to Yamcha as friends but just not now. She had better things to do than talk to him and end up waking Vegeta, whose ears were very sensitive as a product of being a saiyan. Bulma decided to go up and make sure Vegeta was doing Ok.
She walked inside and noticed that his eyes were wide open and looking at the celing. "Hello, Vegeta. How was your nap?" She said. Vegeta just crossed his arms and rolled onto his side snuggling into the covers, obviously thinking hard about something. *Why is it that every time that woman comes around me, I get all shy and start trying to make her avoid me? * He thought. Even though it wasn't intended, every time she DID come in he'd try to ignore Bulma.
"Grumpy? Won't even tell me how your nap was?" Bulma said. "Are you hungry?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No. I'm perfectly fine. Now leave me."
Bulma sat on the bed beside him. "I wonder if you'll be okay through the night . . . I mean, it's almost bed time and what if you stop breathing tonight? Wait, I don't really CARE." She smirked a little bit at Vegeta.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. "Get away from me and get out. I don't feel like messing with you right now, just like always."
Bulma patted Vegeta's back. "Okay, fine. If you think you'll be okay through the night than I'll leave the room. But if you have any problem at all, ANYTHING, even if you have a nightmare, call me in here and I'll take care of it." She reassured.
Vegeta threw one of the small powerballs at her, singing her skirt. "I don't need your help. I'm a BIG BOY. Now get the hell out, wench."
As Bulma exited she shut off the light and closed the door on Vegeta. Vegeta snuggled into the bed and closed his eyes. But it was going to take a lot longer than seven minutes for sleep to come tonight. He was too busy thinking about what that weird feeling could be when Bulma came around him, that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach like he was falling. And there was also the feeling of how shy he got when she came into the room to check on him, almost acting as if he WANTED her to touch him. But Vegeta knew that he couldn't want that. Not from Bulma. Not from any Earth women.
*Maybe it's lust that I'm feeling. Maybe I just need to fulfill my lust for Bulma. Maybe the next time she touches me I should let her, and then I won't feel lust for her anymore, and then I won't be acting all shy around her. * He thought. Happy with this decision, Vegeta closed his eyes and dropped off to sleep.
"Wake up, Veggie! Wake up!" Bulma yelled the next morning as she put ice in the bed with Vegeta.
Vegeta grunted and rolled over. He grabbed the ice and threw it out of his bed. "Shit head woman!" He growled, laying on his back and crossing his arms. "What is it that you want? I just woke up, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I feel like killing someone. So, if you were smart you'd get your ass out of here!"
Bulma did the exact opposite of getting out of Vegeta's room, though. Instead she plopped her ass right in the middle of Vegeta's stomach, causing his breath to come winding out.
"Get . . . off . . . " He breathed. "Can't . . . breathe . . ." He really could breath, but not very good being as hurt as he was. He grabbed Bulma's wrist and attempted to yank her off of him but it didn't work. He was too weak from being hurt. "I'm going to . . . Kill you!" He said, starting to charge up a powerball, one that he intended to kill her with. Then he remembered.
Bulma grabbed his wrist and put his hand down to keep the stinging powerball from appearing. "You need anger management. Did you know that?" She asked.
Vegeta growled. "I'm going to warn you one last time to get your ASS off of my-" He was interrupted when Bulma placed a finger on his lips.
"Do you ever stop threatening people?"
Vegeta jerked his head to the side, before getting an idea. He lunged forward and grabbed for her throat. Unfortunately, his hands missed and landed unmeaningly on her boobs. Vegeta's eyes widened for a second and he just sat there, with his hands on her boobs.
Bulma was too stunned to say anything either. They sat like that for a long time, until she cupped a hand to her mouth and roared with insane laughter. "Oh, Vegeta, you idiot!" She screeched in helpless laughter.
Vegeta jerked his hands off of Bulma's guns. He lay back on the pillow with his cheeks bright red and his eyes widened. When he snapped out of it, he was furious. "Get out. I just tried to strangle you and didn't succeed, but this time I'll be successful. Now go away. Get out. Leave me alone." When she still didn't get up Vegeta lunged for her throat again. "I said GET UP!"
Bulma wrenched her way away from him and stood up. "Well, SOR-RY." She bitched, still laughing at Vegeta. "But you should have seen the look that was on your face when you got my boobs instead of my neck! It was a keeper! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Vegeta had his arms crossed and was staring daggers at her. "Shut up! At least I don't KISS PEOPLE when they don't want me to, dress like a hooker off the street, and date losers." He grumped. He rubbed his chin like a man usually does when he's thinking and felt the heavy stubble growing there. "Son of a bitch." He griped.
Bulma bent down. "What?" She asked.
"I'm growing facial hair." He said. "But what business is it of yours? Go downstairs and talk to your loser, anything but bother me." He coughed into the back of his strong and manly hand.
Bulma's face showed heavy concern. "Gosh, are you Okay? You must be moving around too much. You're hurt and you need to lay still or you could cause yourself to bleed internally." She tried to walk over and fix his sheets but Vegeta held out a hand to stop her.
"Just . . . Leave me alone. I can take care of myself." He said, coughing someore.
*What if he's bleeding inside? I need to get someone to come in here and check him out! * Bulma thought, noticing the bit of blood that trickled out of his mouth. Her face went white and she rushed over to Vegeta, grabbing his head and supporting it. She wiped the blood off of his mouth. "Oh my God! You're coughing up blood! You-"
"I am NOT coughing up blood! I just have a split in my lip! God, quit making mountains out of molehills!" Vegeta argued.
Bulma noticed the small split on his lip. She sighed with relief. "Hoooo . . . I'm so relieved. I thought you had internal bleeding or something!" She gasped, wiping the blood from his lip. *How come I'm so worried about him lately? Is it because I might possibly have more feelings for Vegeta than I think I do? * She thought. Bulma stared at the hurt man lying in the bed and suddenly wished he were better so they could get it on. But, of course, Vegeta would never get it on with anybody but a female saiyan. "Well, bye." Bulma said, exiting the room with a big picture of Vegeta in her mind.
* * *
Later that day, as Bulma was sitting in the kitchen and writing out plans for an invention, who should come in the kitchen up behind her but Yamcha. Bulma hadn't noticed him coming up behind her.
"Hey!"
Bulma jumped about three feet, causing her pen to go flying from her hand. "YAHH!" She screamed, whipping her head around and noticing whom it was. But who it was scared her even WORSE. "Yamcha! What the heck are you doing in my house? I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again! Get out, get out!"
Yamcha held his hands before him defensively. "Whoa, whoa whoa! Your mother let me in Bulma! I didn't just barge in here!" He said. "I wanted to see you, and she answered the door, so she let me in."
*Mother, you traitor. * Bulma thought with a grimace. She sat back down in the chair and began to write again. "I think you'd better go, Yamcha. This might get ugly. What makes you think that I want a man who's probably crawling with a thousand STDs in my house?" She said in a flat voice.
Yamcha came and sat in the chair beside her. "I don't have any STDs!" He protested.
Bulma smirked. "Shut up and just go away." She grumbled. She started trying to tune him out.
"Bulma, I want to get back together with you. How about it?"
These words caught Bulma by surprise. She lifted her head from her document and looked at him. "What are you, STUPID? Of course I'm not getting back together with you. You're a fickle BASTARD. We can maybe be friends later, but not now-"
She was startled when Yamcha grabbed her hand. "Come on, Bulma. Please?" He asked.
Bulma sprang up from her seat. "No. I told you NO. And besides that, I don't have time for this. I have to go and check on Vegeta. Good day to you, and bye bye." She ran up the stairs and to Vegeta's room, not at all expecting what was about to happen. She sat down in the wooden chair beside Vegeta and started trying to check his vitals.
She heard Yamcha stamp in behind her. He stopped at the doorway. "What are you doing, Bulma? What's happening to you?" He asked.
Bulma didn't turn around to answer. "Shut up. Just shut up. Go away." She said. She grabbed Vegeta's wrist and checked his pulse. It seemed to be going normal. As she was looking at the machines that showed Vegeta's vital status she felt the presence of Yamcha as he came up behind her. "What are you doing?" She asked casually. When she reached out to check the pulse in his neck she felt Yamcha's strong arms around her waist. She grabbed them and attempted to wrench them off of her. "Let go of me, you jerk." She growled. She didn't know where it came from; but fear welled up inside of her, as if something bad were about to happen.
Bulma felt Yamcha violently jerk her around and firmly press his lips against hers, then run his hand up her thigh to try and get it up her short tennis skirt and into her panties. Bulma grabbed the hand that was on her thigh and tried to wrench it off of it. "What are you doing?" She managed to shriek as she pulled her face away and tried to get away. *What's gotten into him? Why is he doing this? * She thought.
Yamcha came towards her again.
Bulma started to run away from him, but she ended up falling on her face on the wooden floor of Vegeta's room. The next thing she knew, Yamcha had his hands on her, groping her. Bulma started to cry. *Oh, great, THIS is how I'll get eventually pregnant, I'll get raped by my ex-boyfriend . . . * She found her mind thinking. She grabbed one of his hands and bit it as hard as she could, but that didn't stop him. He kept at what he was doing. *I should just give up. Maybe if I go with it, then he won't be violent. * She knew that Yamcha wouldn't EVER hurt her, he was just horny, but there was still that little tinge inside her head telling her that she didn't want to be raped. It was too shameful. Maybe if she'd go with it, it wouldn't seem so much like rape.
*Oh, that's bullshit, I can't go with this. * She thought, grabbing one of his hands, which was now in her shirt. She thought all of her hope was lost.
It was then that Yamcha squealed in pain and collapsed on Bulma, lying limp like a rag doll. He didn't seem to be conscious. Bulma pushed him off of her. "Yamcha?" She asked. It wasn't like she cared; she just HAD to know what had happened. She noticed a huge red and purple whelp on the back of Yamcha's muscular neck. She whipped her head around the room, startled at what she saw.
Vegeta was standing up. He looked like he was about to faint, but yes, he was standing on his own two feet. Bulma's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "Vegeta, did you . . ." She asked, gesturing towards Yamcha.
Vegeta nodded solemnly. "Yes." He choked. It was obvious that he was having trouble standing. He was shiny with sweat.
"But why?" Bulma asked. "Why? You don't care about me! You don't care about anyone! Why'd you save me? Not that I'm not grateful, which I am, but . . . why?"
Vegeta smirked a bit, scrubbing a hand across his brow. "Because I can't stand to see slime like that. I just can't. Yes, I may not care about you, but people like that make me sick. Even if I kill innocent people I don't molest them. Molesting people was a serious crime back where I lived. You'd get tortured to death for it." He explained. He coughed again; blood flying from his mouth. But this time it was not from his lip.
Bulma's eyes widened in alarm. She sprung to her feet. "Oh, Vegeta, are you Okay?" She asked. She managed to catch Vegeta just before he toppled on the floor. She laid his head lovingly on her lap. She noticed how labored Vegeta's breathing was; for when he breathed out it looked like he was battling a weight on his chest. His body was so slick with sweat that Bulma's hands were sliding off of him. "Oh, God, what's wrong? You shouldn't have stood up!" Bulma said.
But Vegeta couldn't hear her. He was already fainted. But, Bulma couldn't pick Vegeta up on her own, so she needed someone to help her out in doing it. Bulma remembered that her father and mother were gone and that she and Vegeta were the only people (Besides Yamcha.) "Vegeta . . . why must you always get really bad at moments when I can't afford it to happen? WHY?" She asked. She looked over at Yamcha, who was still unconscious on the floor. "What choice do I have?" She said to herself.
"Yamcha! Hey, Yamcha, wake up!" She said. She shook him. "Wake up you bastard! Come on, you can't be dead! Not that I care, but please don't be! I need your help for Vegeta!" She saw Yamcha stir just a tiny bit at her voice. "Buh-Bulma . . . " He stuttered.
"Wake up." She sharply ordered.
Yamcha sat up. "What happened?" He asked. He then remembered what he'd been doing. "Bulma, I'm so sorry! I had no idea what I was doing! Please forgive me and be my-"
"Shut up! Vegeta got himself really weak and hurt getting up to defend ME from YOU, and now I need your help to get Vegeta downstairs so that I can help him. I don't want to hear any of your shit right now." Bulma growled at Yamcha.
Yamcha shakily pulled himself to his feet. "Okay. But, why? Why do you want to help Vegeta? Has he ever helped you before?" He asked. "Let's just go and talk-"
"SHUT UP, YAMCHA!"
Bulma stroked Vegeta's hair as she talked firmly to Yamcha. "Yamcha, if Vegeta weren't hurt right now than I wouldn't be asking you to help me. Vegeta saved me, Yamcha. He saved me from YOU. You were out of control. And Vegeta, even though he was hurt, got up and knocked you out. And now he's trying to DIE on me! So, if you don't help me get Vegeta downstairs, then you'll NEVER see me again!" He snarled. "And I MEAN it! If I mention it once to the police that you tried to rape me you'd go to jail. So I suggest you help me."
Yamcha just stared at Bulma for a minute, watching her stroke Vegeta's hair with insane jealously. "I don't want to help him, Bulma. He killed me and he threatens to kill you all of the time!"
"Okay, I'm getting the phone-"
"ALL RIGHT!" Yamcha came over and picked Vegeta up. "You'd better thank me for this." He grumbled as he started to carry Vegeta down the stairs, followed by Bulma.
Didja like this chapter? I know that Yamcha was a little out of character but I had to make Vegeta save Bulma somehow, and I thought that would be a NOBLE way! I'm not going to say what happens next anymore because that just gives everything away, and I'm sure none of you like That. Also, like one person said, it's a bad idea. Bye!
Luv, luvssaintbernards.