Last time:
Bulma gasps for air as she's hurled against the wall, a massive muscle-corded arm wrapped around her frail neck, choking her breath in short painful spurts. Her eyes begin to droop shut, her body following quickly thereafter, sulking towards the ground. Seconds later she's released and falls backwards into her assailant's arms.
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Bulma awoke sometime in early morning, when the suns of Excaro were still down and no light came into the room where she was lying. Immediately she bolted upright, looking around frantically at her surroundings, becoming increasingly troubled when she found she was in her bed, on the Fewsk ship. What the hell had happened last night? Who was that man, for surely it was a man, and why had he put her here?
"Vegeta!" she cried out, thinking of nothing else, and being too terrified to seek him out.
"Yes woman?"
"Kuso!" She jumped back, smacking her head on the wall. "Why must you always do that?" He was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, looking most tired and so unVegeta-like. "What happened?"
"You were attacked, and I put you to bed. I didn't think you'd wake so early."
"Attacked?…I remember that…By who? Who was it?"
"Go back to bed, you still need rest," he said, standing and making his way towards the bed. "Furto is working on your cure, had been 'round the clock."
"Answer me Vegeta."
He leaned in, pushing her back on her pillows.
"Answer me now."
"Sleep or I'll make you."
"Make me? H-"
She fell back suddenly, head hitting the soft pillows, a peaceful look on her face.
"You didn't have to do that," came a disapproving voice from the doorway. Vegeta turned around, a set glare ready for them.
"Then she would have known it was me."
"She should."
"Stay out of my business, Dren," he hissed, shoving passed him. "What're you doing here anyway? I thought you'd be settled with your oh so wonderful people by now."
"Can you not be hostile for one moment? You act as though I intentionally try to hurt you."
"You touched my woman."
"As far as she's concerned, she's not your woman. She doesn't want you anymore than anyone does!" The kai blast shot so quickly from Vegeta's palm that Uvagon hardly had time to think, and barely dodged it. "How childish," he scoffed, picking himself off the floor, ready for another attack. "Can't you be a man and use words? Why must you cower and use your attacks?" This time Uvagon was prepared for the blast, deflecting it into some cabinets, which exploded on impact, sending flaming packets of food all over the kitchen. "I see that you cannot. Very well. But please, let's take this outside, for I'm sure your anger hasn't allowed you to see the danger you're putting Bulma in."
"You talk as though you're some sort of match for me," Vegeta laughed, leading the way down the ramp. "All creatures in the universe that know something of Saiyans and Drens know that Saiyans out-master Drens substantially. Why risk your new life so quickly?"
"I would live through a thousand of my old lives to have but one with Bulma! But one! Can you say such a thing about your attachment to her! I doubt it Vegeta! You seek to satisfy your lust, and only that!"
"What more is there to be satisfied than such? Nothing in the universe is greater than a warm, spicy little female with her legs in the air, screaming your name and offering you praise," he laughed, crossing his arms. "Of course, being put into a male harem can seriously desensitize ones desire to be with another female. But I see that the woman's alluring manner has captured you, no matter your background."
"Stop speaking of her as if she were a play thing!"
"What more could she be?"
"You, Prince Vegeta, could have any female on any planet imaginable in the entire universe! Why take this one? Why make her suffer with your arrogance and coldness, when she could be truly happy with someone who could love her!?"
"I want her, it's that simple."
"She loved you Vegeta," Uvagon huffed angrily, stomping his foot. "And I fear she still does, though she protests it. She won't have you because of your stubbornness not to love her, and that stubbornness can only hurt the both of you. Why put her, and yourself, through such when you can simply leave and offer her a better life?"
"I can't leave her."
"Why?"
This time the kai blast hit its mark, slicing clean through the side of Uvagon's right arm.
"You're pitiful, you know that?"
Another slice was made instantly, directly below the last, and quite a bit deeper. One more good one and Uvagon would faint from blood loss.
"Leave now and seek attendance to your wounds, lest you die from this quarrel, of which I'm sure won't be our last."
"You're a foul creature Vegeta. I only hope you can see your errors before its too late, and give Bulma a chance at happiness." He gave Vegeta one last hard glare, then turned and headed back to Severs House, not once lifting a finger to his wounded arm.
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"Hey, can I come in?" Bulma asked, knocking on the doorframe to Furto's room, the door having been open.
"Of course. Please, excuse me for not standing. I must keep stirring this for ten more minutes or else its ruined and I have to start all over."
"Of course. You're doing it for me after all," she laughed, though Furto could definitely sense the sorrow behind her words.
"Why do you put yourself through such hurt?" He glanced up at her a moment, then right back at the mini cauldron he was stirring.
"I don't mean to," she sighed, hopping onto his bed, feet dangling. "I-Oh, I don't know. Everything is just so confusing now, you know?"
"I would know, miss. I remember when my life was such. Did you discover your assailant yet?"
"No, Vegeta won't tell me, and I can't find Uvagon anywhere."
"Well you're looking too deep. Try skimming the surface, answers are found there more times than not."
"I have a scientists brain, Furto, that's not how I think."
"Then I'll help you," he laughed, not skipping a beat in his stirring. "Vegeta was your assailant, and Uvagon is at Severs House having his Vegeta-inflicted wounds attended to by his people."
"What?" She could barely stay seated, but forced herself to remain there, lest she accidentally kick over the cauldron and lose her cure. "How? What? When? Why?…What?"
"An explanation is necessary, of course. Calm yourself first."
She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to steady her emotions and listen to what Furto was about to say.
"Calm?"
She nodded.
"Ok…You came in last night very late after the meal and having escorted Uvagon to Severs House. I imagine you didn't want to intrude upon his reunion and left for a good night's sleep in your own bed." Again she nodded. "But once you reached the kitchen, you were attacked and passed out, then put to bed. This, as I've told you, was Vegeta, but please, do not seek him out for quarrel, he didn't know it was you that he was attacking until it was too late, and immediately regretted it and placed you in your bed. He told me this afterwards, quite placid looking he was, his face drawn down and almost painful looking. I think he feared that he'd hurt you, that his instinctual actions may have given the Denj-sa an upper hand. This is, of course, is untrue, which I told him straightaway, calming him immediately."
"What about Uvagon? What happened to him? Why did Vegeta attack him? Is he going to be alright?" She was near hysterics again, gripping the bed sheets to keep herself seated.
"Please, again, I ask you to calm yourself."
She nodded, shallowing her breathing.
"This morning when Vegeta knocked you out so you would sleep, Uvagon confronted him. They got into quite the squabble, which I'm guessing you saw a small result of it in the kitchen." She made a face as to say, "Oh yeah! The cabinets!" then became rigid again with anticipation. "Uvagon suggested they take it outside, and there Vegeta became more angry, I suppose, and blasted Uvagon twice in the same arm. He only sustained minor gashed, mind you, and I think now you could visit him at Severs House. But please, don't seek quarrel with Vegeta, he has quite the temper as you know, and wouldn't have harmed Uvagon had he not known he was incapable of defense. Uvagon only chose not to counter Vegeta, a wise decision."
"They were fighting over me, weren't they?"
"Only they can answer that."
"And Uvagon is at Severs House now?"
"Yes."
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It took Bulma nearly twenty minutes to reach Uvagon once inside Severs House, running into this former Dren, or that one, and Rewl, and his sister, and they all wanted to speak with her at once about Uvagon. She tried her best to dismiss them as nicely as possible, pleading that she needed to see Uvagon and would speak with them all later if they wanted.
Once inside the room he was in, she nearly ran to me, throwing her arms around his neck, making sure not to touch his wounded arm.
"He's such an ass," she cried, burying her face in his hair. "I hate him."
"He did what was in his nature to do. Now sit, I want to look at you," Uvagon said, seeming to hold no scorn for Vegeta or his actions. "You must want to know what the quarrel was about."
"I came to see how you were."
"Yes, I know, of course, but also for information."
She bowed her head.
"No, no, it's nothing to be ashamed about. I too would wish for the same."
"I'm sorry, it just seems so selfish. When can you get out of bed?"
"Anytime I wish, but I figured I should let the medication sink in, and I wanted to be somewhere you could easily find me, so I stayed put."
"Easily," she laughed under her breath, moving over and taking a seat beside Uvagon.
"Well, as easily as possible. I know they are rambunctious, but they mean well, and they're my people."
"Oh, no, I didn't mean it that way. They're quite nice, and I would love to get to know them had I had time."
"Aye, but you're eager for my words. Are you comfortable?"
She nodded.
"I think you know what I'm going to say." She didn't respond. "The quarrel was over you, and how Vegeta treats you so badly, yet won't let you go and seek out some other female for his lustful desires, and would rather hurt you. He said he must have you, and no other, but wouldn't admit love. I'm confused by him."
"He can't love me, Uvagon, its plain and simple. As for the sex, he only wants only me because I'm probably the only female to show him so much passion and compassion and he's drawn to me and obsessed with my nature. Its strictly biological."
"You speak of him as though he were a science experiment."
"If I speak of him any other way it hurts too much. He'll forever be my experiment."
"Forever? Surely he won't stay on earth once you return."
"I can't know that, and I really don't know that he does yet either. We still have some months before we're back on earth, and a lot can change. Our ship could explode, or I could die, or I don't know, anything could happen."
"You still love him, though you try not to, and you try ever harder to love me instead."
"I do love you, Uvagon. Just-"
"Not the way you love Vegeta, I know. I feel the same, though I said I wouldn't before, I've become quite attached to a certain Geradren."
"Duro?"
"Aye, Duro. She's so lovely, you wouldn't think she was related to Urgadoan."
"Why won't Vegeta love me? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Bulma, i-"
"Sorry," she sighed, bowing her head. "I don't know why I said that. I know it's not me. I know it's him. It's just so hard to accept that, you know? And then have to be around him and to try so hard to feel nothing but hate. It's so exhausting."
"I can imagine."
"What should I do?"
"I can't answer that for you. Only you can, and you know that. What good would the answer be if it's given to you and not search for on your own?"
"No good," she laughed bitterly. "I can't imagine trying to love him again. I can't imagine facing him with tears and trying to persuade him to love me."
"No one can be persuaded to love."
"I know."
"But you need not with him, for I'm sure he does love you, only that his pride and his past as pushing him too hard right now in the wrong direction. What you need to do is find a way to weigh your influences on him harder than his influences and make him see what he's doing. He can't have you without loving you, that much you've made clear, which I'm sure is causing a war in his mind, but he needs another nudge. Him finding me with you that one day, that was almost enough, but something was missing."
"He knew we hadn't bedded together, he knew he hadn't lost me completely yet."
"Exactly."
"What're you saying? We need to-"
"Heavens no," he laughed, patting Bulma on the back. "We only must make him believe that you are truly over him and have moved on, only then will he come to his senses, I hope."
"And if not? What if he turns from me forever?"
"Are you willing to risk that?"
"I don't know…"
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"Hey Vegeta, how come you didn't tell me it was you who attacked me?" Bulma asked nonchalantly, leaning against the control panel, her arms full of healthy Rymrons. She'd just come from Severs House, renewed in the purest sense, and ready to push Vegeta to the limits of his sanity, hoping to drive him as far from himself for only a moment to obtain what she desired most and hoped against hope was there. For having so much on her mind, she appeared quite calm, and as though nothing sexual or emotional, aside from hate, had ever passed between them. This of course Vegeta caught on to immediately, arching an eyebrow at her and not answering her question, rather putting his own to her.
"What's this change? No bitterness anymore? What's happened?"
"I can't always be bitter, you know," she laughed, bending down to let the Rymrons run wild in search of the raw noodles she'd dropped on the way in. "It takes far too much energy, of which I'm tired of wasting. It's much simpler to accept and move on."
"And you've done this?"
"As best as I can. I can't have you as I want, so be it."
"You're planning something. I can sense it."
"You're malfunctioning." She laughed again, hoping it would be more believable that she had no specific motive, which of course she did. "Now, I'll ask again. Why didn't you tell me you attacked me?"
"Because you're insane," he said simply, glancing at Syllabus (the Rymron he was so mean to before), before kicking her across the control room.
"Don't do that. She already hates you."
"Oh that's right, I care, don't I?" he scoffed sarcastically, giving her another nudge with his foot when she went to bite it. "Besides, she's provoking me."
"Funny, very funny."
"I thought so."
"You, thinking something is funny? Now that's a laugh. You have no sense of humor, Vegeta."
"Ah, that's where you're wrong. I do, just not so broad and dim-witted as yours."
"Oh right, I forgot. Yours is narrow and cruel."
"But of course, what other humor is…humorous?" He laughed cogently at this, clutching himself as there was a stitch in his side. Bulma only looked on with mild interest, finding his behavior cynical and therefore normal.
"You're insane. Why do I bother talking to you anymore?"
"Because, woman, you can't resist me. I'm too alluring for you."
"Right. Try me. As I've told you, I'm over you and your tricks. I realized I can, and will, do better."
"Better is hardly the word I'd use."
"What would you use, then?"
"Adequate to satisfaction of lustfulness is more to the point."
"Of course. What more would I wish to search for having failed so miserably? I won't put myself through any more pain on account of it, and certainly won't bed with you out of desire. I'm not one to make the same mistakes twice."
"But we're never bedded together, so that mistake can't be repeated."
"Ah, but it can be prevented." She laughed at this, fully, hopping up onto a bare section of the control panel, her legs dangling almost to the floor, open, giving Vegeta a nerve-rackingly generous view of the black silk panties she wore under her knee-length skirt. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, and his tongue seemed to swell in its heat. He wanted her, and badly, but how to go about it he was unsure. How could he convince her to bed with him, but not remain attached, which would bring arguments of love? "Stop starring at me like that," she said finally, crossing her legs, the curve of her buttocks clearly visible to him now.
"Stop trying to seduce me."
"I'm doing no such thing," she assured, though said it more to herself, for she'd just realized exactly how seductive she was being, and immediately slid off the control panel, crossing her ankles. She also realized, in the same instant, that her actions had been intentional and she'd been trying to push him into begging to take her, to ravish her until they both collapsed out of sheer exhaustion, sweaty and panting. She closed her legs tighter. The desire was becoming too much.
"You want me just as much as I want you. I can smell your desire it's so strong."
"How is it that you can admit your desire for me so freely, that you want me, that you told Uvagon that you needed me and only me, but won't at least try to love me?"
"One cannot do without sexual desire. One can do without the chemical emotion of love. Innumerable amounts of beings do all the time."
"Yes, and those beings are lowly, and emotionless, and live their lives in hatred, or filth, or revenge, knowing nothing of love or happiness, and the only sexual desire they cater to ends in rape and usually murder. You know what beings I speak of, they run ramped all over the earth. But why are we discussing this? I didn't come here for that."
"Or so you would have me think." His lip curled in its trademark smirk, his eyes starring passionately at Bulma, willingly her clothes to simply fall off and her body to gravitate towards him, riding him with all the passion he knew she would produce. He couldn't deny, and didn't, that he wanted her, that he wanted her so badly he might just take her against her will if she didn't stop seducing him with her luscious long legs, and hypnotizing curves, and locks of gorgeous sweet-smelling hair that begged to be tossed about as her body convulsing in orgasms and her mouth screamed for more.
Seeming to sense this, Bulma glared coldly at him, crossing her arms, though only further his desire, pushing her breasts up to the brim of her shirt.
"The tension is unbearable woman, surely you can feel it."
"Of course I can. Why do you think I keep my distance from you?"
"What would you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"To release that desire."
"I would find a willing play thing for a night of pleasure. When I return to earth, Yamcha can do just fine in that department."
"You would go back to that weakling?"
"Why not? It's more logical than going to you."
"How so?"
"Listen, this conversation is getting no where, and to tell the truth, it's becoming annoying. I didn't come to talk about this, and I don't wish to continue."
"What're your motives?"
"I have none."
"Let me rephrase," he sighed, looking rather annoyed. "What are your motives for your future?"
"To find love if I can, to stay as far away from you when a bed's around if I cannot."
He was silent for a long moment, seeming heavily in thought, pondering his words carefully. His brow was knitted, and twitched on and off, his lips pursed. When he spoke next, his voice was low, and Bulma could have sworn he was upset, though angry would be the word used by most.
"You're truly determined to turn your back on me, aren't you?"
She almost couldn't form words to answer.
"Y-Yes…"
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---Chapter 22!! Yay! There you go! Hope you enjoyed it.
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Next time: Will Bulma accomplish what she wants in her coldness? Or will it only further drive her and Vegeta apart?
Bulma gasps for air as she's hurled against the wall, a massive muscle-corded arm wrapped around her frail neck, choking her breath in short painful spurts. Her eyes begin to droop shut, her body following quickly thereafter, sulking towards the ground. Seconds later she's released and falls backwards into her assailant's arms.
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Bulma awoke sometime in early morning, when the suns of Excaro were still down and no light came into the room where she was lying. Immediately she bolted upright, looking around frantically at her surroundings, becoming increasingly troubled when she found she was in her bed, on the Fewsk ship. What the hell had happened last night? Who was that man, for surely it was a man, and why had he put her here?
"Vegeta!" she cried out, thinking of nothing else, and being too terrified to seek him out.
"Yes woman?"
"Kuso!" She jumped back, smacking her head on the wall. "Why must you always do that?" He was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, looking most tired and so unVegeta-like. "What happened?"
"You were attacked, and I put you to bed. I didn't think you'd wake so early."
"Attacked?…I remember that…By who? Who was it?"
"Go back to bed, you still need rest," he said, standing and making his way towards the bed. "Furto is working on your cure, had been 'round the clock."
"Answer me Vegeta."
He leaned in, pushing her back on her pillows.
"Answer me now."
"Sleep or I'll make you."
"Make me? H-"
She fell back suddenly, head hitting the soft pillows, a peaceful look on her face.
"You didn't have to do that," came a disapproving voice from the doorway. Vegeta turned around, a set glare ready for them.
"Then she would have known it was me."
"She should."
"Stay out of my business, Dren," he hissed, shoving passed him. "What're you doing here anyway? I thought you'd be settled with your oh so wonderful people by now."
"Can you not be hostile for one moment? You act as though I intentionally try to hurt you."
"You touched my woman."
"As far as she's concerned, she's not your woman. She doesn't want you anymore than anyone does!" The kai blast shot so quickly from Vegeta's palm that Uvagon hardly had time to think, and barely dodged it. "How childish," he scoffed, picking himself off the floor, ready for another attack. "Can't you be a man and use words? Why must you cower and use your attacks?" This time Uvagon was prepared for the blast, deflecting it into some cabinets, which exploded on impact, sending flaming packets of food all over the kitchen. "I see that you cannot. Very well. But please, let's take this outside, for I'm sure your anger hasn't allowed you to see the danger you're putting Bulma in."
"You talk as though you're some sort of match for me," Vegeta laughed, leading the way down the ramp. "All creatures in the universe that know something of Saiyans and Drens know that Saiyans out-master Drens substantially. Why risk your new life so quickly?"
"I would live through a thousand of my old lives to have but one with Bulma! But one! Can you say such a thing about your attachment to her! I doubt it Vegeta! You seek to satisfy your lust, and only that!"
"What more is there to be satisfied than such? Nothing in the universe is greater than a warm, spicy little female with her legs in the air, screaming your name and offering you praise," he laughed, crossing his arms. "Of course, being put into a male harem can seriously desensitize ones desire to be with another female. But I see that the woman's alluring manner has captured you, no matter your background."
"Stop speaking of her as if she were a play thing!"
"What more could she be?"
"You, Prince Vegeta, could have any female on any planet imaginable in the entire universe! Why take this one? Why make her suffer with your arrogance and coldness, when she could be truly happy with someone who could love her!?"
"I want her, it's that simple."
"She loved you Vegeta," Uvagon huffed angrily, stomping his foot. "And I fear she still does, though she protests it. She won't have you because of your stubbornness not to love her, and that stubbornness can only hurt the both of you. Why put her, and yourself, through such when you can simply leave and offer her a better life?"
"I can't leave her."
"Why?"
This time the kai blast hit its mark, slicing clean through the side of Uvagon's right arm.
"You're pitiful, you know that?"
Another slice was made instantly, directly below the last, and quite a bit deeper. One more good one and Uvagon would faint from blood loss.
"Leave now and seek attendance to your wounds, lest you die from this quarrel, of which I'm sure won't be our last."
"You're a foul creature Vegeta. I only hope you can see your errors before its too late, and give Bulma a chance at happiness." He gave Vegeta one last hard glare, then turned and headed back to Severs House, not once lifting a finger to his wounded arm.
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"Hey, can I come in?" Bulma asked, knocking on the doorframe to Furto's room, the door having been open.
"Of course. Please, excuse me for not standing. I must keep stirring this for ten more minutes or else its ruined and I have to start all over."
"Of course. You're doing it for me after all," she laughed, though Furto could definitely sense the sorrow behind her words.
"Why do you put yourself through such hurt?" He glanced up at her a moment, then right back at the mini cauldron he was stirring.
"I don't mean to," she sighed, hopping onto his bed, feet dangling. "I-Oh, I don't know. Everything is just so confusing now, you know?"
"I would know, miss. I remember when my life was such. Did you discover your assailant yet?"
"No, Vegeta won't tell me, and I can't find Uvagon anywhere."
"Well you're looking too deep. Try skimming the surface, answers are found there more times than not."
"I have a scientists brain, Furto, that's not how I think."
"Then I'll help you," he laughed, not skipping a beat in his stirring. "Vegeta was your assailant, and Uvagon is at Severs House having his Vegeta-inflicted wounds attended to by his people."
"What?" She could barely stay seated, but forced herself to remain there, lest she accidentally kick over the cauldron and lose her cure. "How? What? When? Why?…What?"
"An explanation is necessary, of course. Calm yourself first."
She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to steady her emotions and listen to what Furto was about to say.
"Calm?"
She nodded.
"Ok…You came in last night very late after the meal and having escorted Uvagon to Severs House. I imagine you didn't want to intrude upon his reunion and left for a good night's sleep in your own bed." Again she nodded. "But once you reached the kitchen, you were attacked and passed out, then put to bed. This, as I've told you, was Vegeta, but please, do not seek him out for quarrel, he didn't know it was you that he was attacking until it was too late, and immediately regretted it and placed you in your bed. He told me this afterwards, quite placid looking he was, his face drawn down and almost painful looking. I think he feared that he'd hurt you, that his instinctual actions may have given the Denj-sa an upper hand. This is, of course, is untrue, which I told him straightaway, calming him immediately."
"What about Uvagon? What happened to him? Why did Vegeta attack him? Is he going to be alright?" She was near hysterics again, gripping the bed sheets to keep herself seated.
"Please, again, I ask you to calm yourself."
She nodded, shallowing her breathing.
"This morning when Vegeta knocked you out so you would sleep, Uvagon confronted him. They got into quite the squabble, which I'm guessing you saw a small result of it in the kitchen." She made a face as to say, "Oh yeah! The cabinets!" then became rigid again with anticipation. "Uvagon suggested they take it outside, and there Vegeta became more angry, I suppose, and blasted Uvagon twice in the same arm. He only sustained minor gashed, mind you, and I think now you could visit him at Severs House. But please, don't seek quarrel with Vegeta, he has quite the temper as you know, and wouldn't have harmed Uvagon had he not known he was incapable of defense. Uvagon only chose not to counter Vegeta, a wise decision."
"They were fighting over me, weren't they?"
"Only they can answer that."
"And Uvagon is at Severs House now?"
"Yes."
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It took Bulma nearly twenty minutes to reach Uvagon once inside Severs House, running into this former Dren, or that one, and Rewl, and his sister, and they all wanted to speak with her at once about Uvagon. She tried her best to dismiss them as nicely as possible, pleading that she needed to see Uvagon and would speak with them all later if they wanted.
Once inside the room he was in, she nearly ran to me, throwing her arms around his neck, making sure not to touch his wounded arm.
"He's such an ass," she cried, burying her face in his hair. "I hate him."
"He did what was in his nature to do. Now sit, I want to look at you," Uvagon said, seeming to hold no scorn for Vegeta or his actions. "You must want to know what the quarrel was about."
"I came to see how you were."
"Yes, I know, of course, but also for information."
She bowed her head.
"No, no, it's nothing to be ashamed about. I too would wish for the same."
"I'm sorry, it just seems so selfish. When can you get out of bed?"
"Anytime I wish, but I figured I should let the medication sink in, and I wanted to be somewhere you could easily find me, so I stayed put."
"Easily," she laughed under her breath, moving over and taking a seat beside Uvagon.
"Well, as easily as possible. I know they are rambunctious, but they mean well, and they're my people."
"Oh, no, I didn't mean it that way. They're quite nice, and I would love to get to know them had I had time."
"Aye, but you're eager for my words. Are you comfortable?"
She nodded.
"I think you know what I'm going to say." She didn't respond. "The quarrel was over you, and how Vegeta treats you so badly, yet won't let you go and seek out some other female for his lustful desires, and would rather hurt you. He said he must have you, and no other, but wouldn't admit love. I'm confused by him."
"He can't love me, Uvagon, its plain and simple. As for the sex, he only wants only me because I'm probably the only female to show him so much passion and compassion and he's drawn to me and obsessed with my nature. Its strictly biological."
"You speak of him as though he were a science experiment."
"If I speak of him any other way it hurts too much. He'll forever be my experiment."
"Forever? Surely he won't stay on earth once you return."
"I can't know that, and I really don't know that he does yet either. We still have some months before we're back on earth, and a lot can change. Our ship could explode, or I could die, or I don't know, anything could happen."
"You still love him, though you try not to, and you try ever harder to love me instead."
"I do love you, Uvagon. Just-"
"Not the way you love Vegeta, I know. I feel the same, though I said I wouldn't before, I've become quite attached to a certain Geradren."
"Duro?"
"Aye, Duro. She's so lovely, you wouldn't think she was related to Urgadoan."
"Why won't Vegeta love me? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Bulma, i-"
"Sorry," she sighed, bowing her head. "I don't know why I said that. I know it's not me. I know it's him. It's just so hard to accept that, you know? And then have to be around him and to try so hard to feel nothing but hate. It's so exhausting."
"I can imagine."
"What should I do?"
"I can't answer that for you. Only you can, and you know that. What good would the answer be if it's given to you and not search for on your own?"
"No good," she laughed bitterly. "I can't imagine trying to love him again. I can't imagine facing him with tears and trying to persuade him to love me."
"No one can be persuaded to love."
"I know."
"But you need not with him, for I'm sure he does love you, only that his pride and his past as pushing him too hard right now in the wrong direction. What you need to do is find a way to weigh your influences on him harder than his influences and make him see what he's doing. He can't have you without loving you, that much you've made clear, which I'm sure is causing a war in his mind, but he needs another nudge. Him finding me with you that one day, that was almost enough, but something was missing."
"He knew we hadn't bedded together, he knew he hadn't lost me completely yet."
"Exactly."
"What're you saying? We need to-"
"Heavens no," he laughed, patting Bulma on the back. "We only must make him believe that you are truly over him and have moved on, only then will he come to his senses, I hope."
"And if not? What if he turns from me forever?"
"Are you willing to risk that?"
"I don't know…"
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"Hey Vegeta, how come you didn't tell me it was you who attacked me?" Bulma asked nonchalantly, leaning against the control panel, her arms full of healthy Rymrons. She'd just come from Severs House, renewed in the purest sense, and ready to push Vegeta to the limits of his sanity, hoping to drive him as far from himself for only a moment to obtain what she desired most and hoped against hope was there. For having so much on her mind, she appeared quite calm, and as though nothing sexual or emotional, aside from hate, had ever passed between them. This of course Vegeta caught on to immediately, arching an eyebrow at her and not answering her question, rather putting his own to her.
"What's this change? No bitterness anymore? What's happened?"
"I can't always be bitter, you know," she laughed, bending down to let the Rymrons run wild in search of the raw noodles she'd dropped on the way in. "It takes far too much energy, of which I'm tired of wasting. It's much simpler to accept and move on."
"And you've done this?"
"As best as I can. I can't have you as I want, so be it."
"You're planning something. I can sense it."
"You're malfunctioning." She laughed again, hoping it would be more believable that she had no specific motive, which of course she did. "Now, I'll ask again. Why didn't you tell me you attacked me?"
"Because you're insane," he said simply, glancing at Syllabus (the Rymron he was so mean to before), before kicking her across the control room.
"Don't do that. She already hates you."
"Oh that's right, I care, don't I?" he scoffed sarcastically, giving her another nudge with his foot when she went to bite it. "Besides, she's provoking me."
"Funny, very funny."
"I thought so."
"You, thinking something is funny? Now that's a laugh. You have no sense of humor, Vegeta."
"Ah, that's where you're wrong. I do, just not so broad and dim-witted as yours."
"Oh right, I forgot. Yours is narrow and cruel."
"But of course, what other humor is…humorous?" He laughed cogently at this, clutching himself as there was a stitch in his side. Bulma only looked on with mild interest, finding his behavior cynical and therefore normal.
"You're insane. Why do I bother talking to you anymore?"
"Because, woman, you can't resist me. I'm too alluring for you."
"Right. Try me. As I've told you, I'm over you and your tricks. I realized I can, and will, do better."
"Better is hardly the word I'd use."
"What would you use, then?"
"Adequate to satisfaction of lustfulness is more to the point."
"Of course. What more would I wish to search for having failed so miserably? I won't put myself through any more pain on account of it, and certainly won't bed with you out of desire. I'm not one to make the same mistakes twice."
"But we're never bedded together, so that mistake can't be repeated."
"Ah, but it can be prevented." She laughed at this, fully, hopping up onto a bare section of the control panel, her legs dangling almost to the floor, open, giving Vegeta a nerve-rackingly generous view of the black silk panties she wore under her knee-length skirt. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, and his tongue seemed to swell in its heat. He wanted her, and badly, but how to go about it he was unsure. How could he convince her to bed with him, but not remain attached, which would bring arguments of love? "Stop starring at me like that," she said finally, crossing her legs, the curve of her buttocks clearly visible to him now.
"Stop trying to seduce me."
"I'm doing no such thing," she assured, though said it more to herself, for she'd just realized exactly how seductive she was being, and immediately slid off the control panel, crossing her ankles. She also realized, in the same instant, that her actions had been intentional and she'd been trying to push him into begging to take her, to ravish her until they both collapsed out of sheer exhaustion, sweaty and panting. She closed her legs tighter. The desire was becoming too much.
"You want me just as much as I want you. I can smell your desire it's so strong."
"How is it that you can admit your desire for me so freely, that you want me, that you told Uvagon that you needed me and only me, but won't at least try to love me?"
"One cannot do without sexual desire. One can do without the chemical emotion of love. Innumerable amounts of beings do all the time."
"Yes, and those beings are lowly, and emotionless, and live their lives in hatred, or filth, or revenge, knowing nothing of love or happiness, and the only sexual desire they cater to ends in rape and usually murder. You know what beings I speak of, they run ramped all over the earth. But why are we discussing this? I didn't come here for that."
"Or so you would have me think." His lip curled in its trademark smirk, his eyes starring passionately at Bulma, willingly her clothes to simply fall off and her body to gravitate towards him, riding him with all the passion he knew she would produce. He couldn't deny, and didn't, that he wanted her, that he wanted her so badly he might just take her against her will if she didn't stop seducing him with her luscious long legs, and hypnotizing curves, and locks of gorgeous sweet-smelling hair that begged to be tossed about as her body convulsing in orgasms and her mouth screamed for more.
Seeming to sense this, Bulma glared coldly at him, crossing her arms, though only further his desire, pushing her breasts up to the brim of her shirt.
"The tension is unbearable woman, surely you can feel it."
"Of course I can. Why do you think I keep my distance from you?"
"What would you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"To release that desire."
"I would find a willing play thing for a night of pleasure. When I return to earth, Yamcha can do just fine in that department."
"You would go back to that weakling?"
"Why not? It's more logical than going to you."
"How so?"
"Listen, this conversation is getting no where, and to tell the truth, it's becoming annoying. I didn't come to talk about this, and I don't wish to continue."
"What're your motives?"
"I have none."
"Let me rephrase," he sighed, looking rather annoyed. "What are your motives for your future?"
"To find love if I can, to stay as far away from you when a bed's around if I cannot."
He was silent for a long moment, seeming heavily in thought, pondering his words carefully. His brow was knitted, and twitched on and off, his lips pursed. When he spoke next, his voice was low, and Bulma could have sworn he was upset, though angry would be the word used by most.
"You're truly determined to turn your back on me, aren't you?"
She almost couldn't form words to answer.
"Y-Yes…"
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---Chapter 22!! Yay! There you go! Hope you enjoyed it.
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Next time: Will Bulma accomplish what she wants in her coldness? Or will it only further drive her and Vegeta apart?