"Daijobu desu ka?" Daddy's face was leaning so close to mine. I realized I was in my room.
"Eh? Nani? What happened? I don't understand….we were in the kitchen and then….suddenly you were all hazy….and I don't remember what happened…." I was so mixed up. What the hell happened anyway?
"You fainted."
I just what? I needed to let it all sink in. I fainted? Really? I did? So the book I read was right about experiencing fainting spells and I just had one right in front of Daddy. I shook my head. What else is next? Fainting spells, the cravings, the morning sickness, heat, itchiness, the bloaty feeling…..oh no!
"Are you sure, you don't need anything else?""No, I'm fine now. I think I'll go to sleep. It's been a long night."
Daddy smoothed my hair and moved the bangs away before he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
"You do realize that you will have to cut this hair of yours sooner." He smiled.
"Hai." I have been sporting this long hair for years now and sooner it will have to go once my tummy gets bigger. I might feel flushed and heavy by then.
"Oyasumi, Bulma-chan."
"Oyasumi nasai." I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes almost instantly as Daddy closed the door behind him.
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BACK AT CAPSULE CORPS…Hah! She thinks she can hide from me any longer. Well, you're wrong woman! I am going to settle this thing between us from here on and then…we can go mind our own business for all we care. I cannot stand this shitty house you live in anyway! I can look out on my own. I do not know why I have to limit my space here. I was born in a palace for heaven's sakes! Chikusho! This thing between us will have to stop. With this information I got from Yamcha! Hah! That weasel! He thinks he could keep your address from me. It was too easy to pry it out of that stinking mouth of his. I better get moving.
Vegeta sped to Tokyo. It was not hard to detect the location. He could feel Bulma's weak ki. Her father's. Good. Only them. This is good. It was dark and no one in their neighborhood was awake at this dead of the night. It's not like he hasn't flown in broad daylight before or he hasn't done this in public but at this particular moment, he hated an audience. He always hated an audience.
He landed at the backyard. The house was not very big. It was modest in fact but not shabby. He could not stop looking around the whole place. It had a nice porch with a swing with a seat that was good enough for two. There were sunflowers near the stairs. The garage was nearby with a small driveway. The house was a three-story building. The main door was bolted shut. Hmp! As if I could not break this, he smirked. But there was really no need to make a scene. He just wanted to see Bulma and he does not care what the hell the time is. It has to happen now or never. He has thought about this for weeks and he did not fly all the way here for nothing. Her bedroom must be the facing the window on the left side.
He floated momentarily as he stared at the open window. What the hell? This woman has not changed one bit. She still liked keeping her window open. He didn't like open windows. He went inside her room. He pulled the window down and tied the curtain. It was pink with tiny daisies. Stupid color. Stupid flowers. Her room was not all dark since she had the one facing the street. It was a full moon and it shone brightly around the room.
He could not help noticing the interior. The bathroom was on the right near the door. A small apple green loveseat. A heart-shaped mirror. Blue carpet. A small bedside table with a green lampshade. A white smiling cat-shaped phone on the bedside table. Pink cabinets were at the left side of the room near the window and facing right to her bed. He opened it and all her clothes were hung. He pulled the drawers and there laid more clothes neatly folded and pressed. Other drawers consisted of trinkets and girlie stuff he could not stomach. The entire room smelled of lilac. She was always very crazy about this scent that she even dragged him at the boutique to buy it. He remembered this vividly. For two straight weeks, she was a walking lilac. Not that she did not smell nice which she really did. This scent is only reminding him of these things. He smirked at the thought.
Two bunny slippers were placed at the edge of her bed. Her bed had pale pink sheets with tiny panda bear prints. The blanket has gone almost all the way down to her thighs. She was wearing a white oversized shirt with a large 'B' at the front. As if she wanted to let everyone know that her name starts with a B for Bulma. Crazy girl!
This is the best time to wake her up witless. All I have to do is pick her up, make her sit and face me. She cannot scream because I'm not a stranger. What if I just carried her all the way back to her house then we can settle this better? I do not like the idea with her father around. He will just make things harder than it already is. Yes! That's right; why not just carry her off from here? It would be too easy.He motioned to her side. He pulled off the blanket and just as he was about to lift her head from the pillows, she hummed. His face was so close to hers, he could hear it. He laid her back on the pillows as he watched her move her head. He frowned as she shifted from one side to only finally rest herself on her back again. This was the difference between them. He could keep still as a rock while she kept moving around a lot. She always took up much space on bed.
You're remembering things again, Vegeta! Shit! This is not the time to think about that! What's with her? Why does she make me feel this way? Or better yet, how does she do it? All she has to do is make those shifting movements on the bed and then instantly he would be reminded of the way they were before? It does not make any sense!
He frowned at her. He stood up from the edge of the bed and looked at her. His hands were on his hips. What the hell am I going to do with this woman? She moves too much. Dammit! Dammit! I better think of something else.
Vegeta moved towards the window and looked at the moon. He can buy some time. It was still dark despite the moon. Her clock said it was two in the morning. Whatever! The whole neighborhood is still snoring for all I care! He leaned forward and decided to open the windows instead. Better to think with some air than the damn air-conditioner.
Window.
Funny, how the room itself would remind him of things again especially that blasted morning a month ago. I stood beside the window at her place back in Capsule Corps. It was also morning only not this early. He turned around to find her still buried in the pillows. Sometimes she woke up too early that she would get all hyper and begin screaming in your ears to get up. Some days she could sleep for hours. I just ignore her. Then out of nowhere, it stirred him when he felt two soft arms with an outspread blanket enveloping them both from behind. It was she. She was so close. So warm. He could still remember her scent. Everything. And then…those words he said.
He turned to look at her again. Bulma was still sleeping only she has turned her back on the door and was now facing him. Eyes still closed. She was snoring. The blanket has fallen at the edge of the bed now revealing her legs even more. Her long blue hair was in wild disarray. He came closer. He sat beside her. He smoothed her hair from her face. She looked as if she was smiling but wasn't. She was still snoring softly. He could not help it as one hand gently traced her shoulders and slid down her hips. She moved. He quickly took his hand away. She rested on her back again. He stared at her chest as she breathed. The up and down motion of her chest was driving him insane. He had to look away. But his hand continued to travel down her thighs. Gods! She is so smooth. She also smelled good but unlike the scent of Lilac, she smelled more like baby powder.
What the hell am I doing here? This is not the plan! This is not what I came for! I came here for much more important things and not to do this….this….this thing to her. What the hell is she doing to me? Even in sleep she still manages to drive me this crazy! I hate this! I did not come here for this. Chikusho! Why the hell did I even bother to come here? What the hell for? This is not good! At least, I know where she lives and that's enough. I better get out now.
Just as he was about to take off from the window, a sound came.
"Nani?"The sound came from her. She was mumbling something. What the hell…..? Dammit! Just as I am about to leave and now she does something like this. Okay! Great! What is it now?
He sat beside her and frowned. What's wrong with me? It's not like there is anything new with her mumbling like that. Hell! She always mumbles in her sleep. She hums. She mumbles. She snores. She moves a lot. She takes too much space. She even sleep walks. She talks in her sleep. So what else is new?
"Vegeta…" she moaned.
NANI?!!! His mind yelled.
Now it was his turn to feel something shoot his brain. She must be dreaming nonetheless. Of him? But why? Didn't she hate him? Is she so damn mad that she would be dreaming like this? This could be a nightmare. It has to be.
Tears.
He realized he had been staring at her face too long that he noticed the tears running down her cheeks.
Why is she crying? Did something hurt? Dammit, woman! What is it now? If there was anything he could not stand too long was crying. He hated to see anyone crying or whimpering. He never cried. His mother once said that he was too stubborn to cry even on the day he was born. He just kept a frowned face and that was that. As if everything annoyed him. But Bulma's tears were different. They were for him. She said his name, didn't she?
"Bulma…" He whispered.
She moved her head again as if she was trying to say no or something. She was really dreaming now. She mumbled again. Dammit! What is it?
"Why?"Huh?
"Why Vegeta?"Dammit!
"Why do you hate me so much?" She moaned again.
HATE?!
Vegeta's eyes rounded. Where the hell did that come from? He can think of a million things and people he could hate right now. He hates the way she screams in his ears when she wants her way. He hates the stupid color of this room. The girlie stuff in her drawers. He could go on and on with this but….hate her? Where did that come from? Why did she think that? Tears were flowing from her cheeks. She was whimpering. Hiccupping. She was also vainly trying to hold it all back. She was clutching the sheets on her sides. She was locked in a dream with a question.
"Bulma….I…." Words would not form coherently. But this is not the time to say such things. She will not understand. Not like this. Not now. He gently brushed off her tears with his thumb. He pulled up the blanket and tucked her in.
"You do not know what you are saying." He whispered. She was humming again. Hopefully, things will be better in the morning and she will forget all of this ever happened. He walked to the open window. Just before he was about to take off, he gave one more look at the sleeping girl and smirked.
"I'm not finished with you yet."