Last time:
"It's a horrible feeling," Bulma sighed. "And to think, I have to go through it again with you, Furto…I hate good-byes." She couldn't help but glance at Vegeta, startled when he was starring back at her.
"We need to talk," was all he said, then starred out the window for the remainder of take-off.
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"There's nothing to talk about," Bulma hissed, slamming Vegeta's bedroom door. He'd wanted to have their discussion in his room, which was further from Furto's than Bulma's room, to avoid his hearing what he was going to say. She had simply followed him.
"There's plenty to talk about." He took a seat on his bed, knowing she would remain standing. "Everything is different. From the moment we left the Earth it's been different." He swallowed hard. "And it should stay different."
She didn't notice that he was looking at the floor, or that his last words had been forced, that they'd taken away too much of his pride for him to think he would recover. But he didn't realize that she didn't know what he meant! He was giving it his best shot, and she hadn't a clue!
"I know everything is different. And of course it's always going to be different. We kissed." She motioned to herself and then to him. "We fooled around on Fewskm. We had some great moments." Her voice softened some. "I'll admit that, some very, very great moments. Moments I'll never forget…But…" She closed her eyes and turned away. "But everything else just makes this too hard."
"What?"
"This. Right here. Us, in this room, having a conversation. I'm at the end of my rope just standing in front of you!" She grasped her elbows tightly, bowing her head. "When we get back to Earth…I want you to leave."
"And how do you expect me to train for the androids?" Whatever he'd been planning on saying before was now the last thing on his mind.
"I'll have your gravity trainer moved to wherever you go…Just…Just leave my house…I can't have you there anymore."
"And what about the remainder of this trip? What about your Denj-sa! Who saved your life you selfish whore!"
"I'm selfish?" She didn't need to raise her voice to express her anger. "I must be hearing things. I thought I just heard you call me selfish."
"I did," he snapped, clenching his teeth.
"Oh!" She turned around, her face hiding the anger she felt. "That's right! I'm the one who dropped in from nowhere. I'm the one who's staying at someone else's home, invading their life, eating their food and using their most advanced training equipment. I'm the one who this ship was built for over long days and even longer nights, without so much as a thank you to the builder. I must have forgotten that in my haste to become Super Saiyan just so I could be stronger than a man whose only crime was defeating me in a battle when I attacked the Earth!" Her fists were clenched so tight that a sheen of sweat was forming on her palms. She didn't even notice, let alone care.
"I saved your life."
"So. Did. I." She made sure to pronounce ever word clearly. "I saved you when you blew up the damn gravity chamber. No one else had the gall to pull you from that wreckage." Her eyes were welling with tears. She forced them back. "No one else cared."
"You say it like it's supposed to hurt me."
"No, Vegeta. Nothing hurts you. Not dying. Not losing a battle; that brings vengeance, not pain. And especially not losing me!"
"Get out," he said, turning away. "I was willing to forgive you for turning your back on me. You don't deserve another chance."
"Forgive ME? I don't deserve-You know what? I don't care. Screw you, and good night."
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"Why Vegeta! Why does this always happen!"
Vegeta starred with the most unreadable expression on his face. He never expected this. He looked at the floor, not being able to look at the eyes that bore in on him.
"Look at me! And listen to my words! I will not say this again!"
"You're knew to this, aren't you Furto?" Vegeta finally asked; he'd never known the Fewsk to yell, and especially not with so much anger.
"Shut up and listen to me."
Vegeta couldn't even begin to think of what to say to that. Was that phrase even in the Fewsk language?
"I've heard the last fight you and Miss Bulma are going to have, is that clear? I have the Elpinosus on boil and it won't need my assistance for some time. Tell me what the yelling was about."
"You don't know?"
"No. I only heard raised voice, not words. What were the words and why were they so heated? Why must you quarrel with her like that? Especially in her condition!"
"I quarreled back!" He was losing his composure with every word Furto spoke. No, anger wasn't good for him. He didn't know how to hold himself with such emotions coursing through him.
"How?" His tiny gleaming black eyes were almost dots, so close together were his lids. It was not Furto's face.
"She was full of venom when I told her we needed to talk. She came into my room demanding an answer. I didn't retort until she said I was no longer welcome at her home on Earth."
"Yes, well, I can hardly blame her for her behavior. I've listened to her woes, with the utmost patience. I'm concerned about her stability, even after she is cured. I fear that the heartbreak you've brought her will destroy her in the end." He stopped, though not long enough to indicate that he was finished speaking. Vegeta didn't attempt it. "As for her tossing you away, what did you expect? Her to go on living with you right there? Her heart or her mind could not handle that kind of rejection." He scratched the top of his lumpy gray head, one of his black straw hairs falling to the floor. How old was he? "If you're not with her, then she doesn't want you near her, she doesn't want you under the same roof, constantly reminding her that while you have the strength and ignorance to go on, she does not, and never will. She loves you too much for that!"
"I saved her life, Furto. She owes me."
"She owes you nothing…And yet she gives you everything she holds sacred. And you're too stubborn and ignorant to see that!"
"Stop calling me that!" Vegeta snapped, glaring at the scrunched gray face that had never ceased its glaring. "I was going to forgive her for giving up on me Furto. I-Kami, what does it matter now? I don't give a damn enough about her anymore to forgive her. She screwed herself, not me! And I don't care anymore! I don't care!"
"Anymore?" Suddenly Furto's lips curled into the most brilliant smile, though none of his malice had diminished. It reminded Vegeta of himself in battle when he had the upper hand. How many times in his life had he made that same face? And how many times had it been wiped clean away? "You cared for her before? Is that what you're telling me?"
"My anger got a hold of me. That word came from nowhere."
"Answer my question."
"No!" he growled, the animalistic sound gurgling in the back of his throat, teeth barred. "I have never cared for that foul woman! I. Loathe. Her."
"You loathe yourself for loving her, you fool! Open your damn eyes!"
"You're pushing it, Fewsk."
"I know what I'm doing, Saiyan. I know my words better than you and I know my intentions." In his anger he didn't appear to hobble, as he usually did, but step right into Vegeta's face, eyes almost completely gone. "You will admit your feelings for Bulma or I will kill you myself."
"You?" Vegeta laughed. "You, a lowly Fewskm healer, are threatening a Saiyan? And the most powerful one of all? I believe you are the ignorant one my friend."
"You kill with strength, Vegeta," he hissed. "Those without use intellect."
"If you're quite done, I'm leaving."
"I'm not done." He grabbed Vegeta's arm and turned him around, but only because he allowed it. He would keep his patience for a bit longer out of curiosity. "Listen, Vegeta, I know how you feel about Miss Bulma." His voice was slowly becoming more like that of the Fewsk he knew. "I see it in you every time she's in the room. I heard it in your anger. You saved her life because even then you cared for her, even if it was only physically. But now, even when she's beginning to weaken from the effects of Denj-sa, and I know you can see it, you are still drawn to her. When you wished to forgive her, as you say, for turning you down, for walking away, what did you expect to happen, what did you hope would happen?" He sighed, stepping back and releasing Vegeta's arm. "Vegeta, I have loved and lost, and I live to tell about it. My heart is broken and still beats but only barely and with no real life." He grabbed a hold of both of Vegeta's arms suddenly, nearly startling the Saiyan into a fit of pride. "You cannot lose her Vegeta. Not intentionally, not when you can very well have her as your own! You don't know it now, but soon, very soon, your heart will begin to feel it. You will not be able to forgive yourself for letting her go, and she will never forgive you in all her life. She will die a bitter, broken, and loveless woman. And you will die with guilt." He stopped abruptly, pulling away, as if a sudden sound had broken his resolve. He looked utterly defeated. "I don't know why I bother with you, a Saiyan. What good will it do? I cannot prevent you from going on this way. I have given it my best shot."
He turned and headed back to his room, head down.
"Who was your woman?"
Furto stopped dead in his hobbled, scuffing strides. Without moving he said, "You know her shadow."
"Her name?"
"Jemalin," he sighed. "The Princess Jemalin. She was my love, my queen, my mate-to-be. She is a shadow now."
"Why do you keep saying that?" He arched an eyebrow. No, Princess Jemalin of Doon would not fornicate with a Fewsk, and a weak healer at that.
"She was once sweet and kind and nothing like her mother. She is still very unlike her mother, but too much like the Princess she never wished to be…I was to be put to death. Saving my life was the last good deed she ever did…She is no Jemalin today."
"You hate her?"
"I love her," Furto snapped, suddenly completely angry with Vegeta for having assumed such a thing. "I have never stopped loving her, and never will."
"Purging Fewskm was Frieza's order."
Furto turned and gave him a blank look.
Vegeta glanced at the floor, then turned and headed for the control room.
"Where are you going?" was the first thing that popped into his head. "I mean-"
"I'm changing the ships course. We'll be on Doon in a couple of days." He paused. Then, with a tremendous sigh, he choked out, "Jemalin is coming with us if I have to take her prisoner." He was gone before Furto could question him.
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"Miss Bulma! Hurry! Come! To my room! I must speak with you, but the Elpinosus demands my attention," Furto all but squeaked as he shook Bulma awake. "Come! Hurry!" He ran out of the room without waiting for her answer. She would follow shortly after, he knew she would.
"What's going on?" she yawned, her hair sticking out all over, framing her face in an aqua frizz. She still managed to look lovely. "What time is it?" She knew, of course, that time had no measure in deep space; what she really wanted to know was why he'd woken her when she had just fallen asleep and he'd known that.
"The Elpinosus needs me right now," he said cheerfully; more than usual. Something had happened. "But I must tell you the news. I could not wait for you to wake." He paused, cutting off Bulma when she was about to speak. "We are headed for Doon now. We are claiming Jemalin. I will have my Jemalin back!"
"But Furto," she yawned again, taking a seat in front of him and his mini cauldron; it had smelled horrid at first, though now, even though it smelled the same, she loved it; the smell of her cure, of her second chance at life. "I thought Jemalin was different now."
"She is, but Vegeta said he would take her aboard the ship no matter what her wishes-Oh no. No. I can't let this happen. Jemalin does not love me anymore!" He stopped stirring the Elpinosus in his grief; Bulma took hold of the wooden spoon; she knew, when it changed color something was to be added, that's when she would command Furto to take control again.
"She does love you Furto. I could see something in her when I saw her on Doon. She has been taken over my evil, yes, but the good and the love, they are still in her."
"She will hate me for stealing her."
"She will be angry, most likely, at first. But then, when she realizes that she's finally free, that she does not have to submit to royal conduct, when she knows her mother can no longer harm her, she will throw her arms around you and kiss you until her lips are dry."
"She wouldn't even look at me when I came to Doon. She's forgotten me."
"She has not," but it was not Bulma's voice that answered. "When I spoke with her she said you were a great man." Furto glared coldly at Vegeta, startling Bulma; she almost forgot to stir the Elpinosus.
"Royal conduct, royal chatter, royal courtesy. She's a Princess, nothing more."
"Her face changed when she said those words; she didn't look so cold."
"You lie."
"She knew you more deeply than just a name."
"You're mocking me, Vegeta. Leave now. And turn the ship back towards Fewskm. I will not be humiliated by The Princess of Doon again." Vegeta turned, though not intending to turn the ship back. "You're right, I do hate her now."
"Now you're the one who's lying," Vegeta snapped, stomping away. He would not change the ship's course again.
"It was Vegeta's idea to capture Jemalin and reunite you two?"
"Yes," he hissed, though immediately regretted it and grabbed at wooden spoon. Bulma was awestruck.
"I don't believe he would do such a selfless thing."
"Neither did I. But what's the use if nothing is accomplished by it? Jemalin is lost. I am lost. We are all lost."
"There's hope, I know there is."
"You don't believe in hope anymore, Bulma. Please stop and leave me in peace. I apologize for waking you."
"I'll speak with Jemalin first. I'll convince her that I'm no enemy."
"She won't trust you."
"I know your story Furto. Listen. If she will not come willing, I won't let her come."
"And her family?" He was in utter despair. "They'll know it was me, they'll have me killed."
"You said in your story that you were to run off together to a refugee planet. Why can't you do the same now? What about Excaro? They would accept you, I know they would. And no one will think to look there. One of the Instructors told me that Urgadoan hadn't a clue about the refugees they were harboring, so Doon will NEVER suspect you are on Excaro."
"No, I cannot do this. Jermalin belongs on Doon. She will be the Queen, she will run the planet. She has enough on her mind. I cannot veer her from her destiny."
"You are her destiny, Furto. She loves you, she always has."
"She loved nothing now. Not even the evil she does brings her joy. She's hollow and useless. I cannot love that woman again."
"You love her right now as you tell me that outright lie!" she snapped. "Add something. It changed color."
Furto sighed, then shuffled through his bag and pulled out a small jar of a yellow powder. He added half to the mixture in the cauldron, giving it a somewhat lighter tint. Without acknowledging Bulma, he began stirring again. She waited a long moment before trying again.
"Please Furto. I can't sit by and let this happen. You love her too much, and I know she feels the same."
"I can't leave Fewskm. I'm needed there. I am my house's healer."
"I'm sure other's would take your place if they knew your situation. Don't let that stop you. I know you have no attachments there."
"They want me there!" He was deeply offended.
"You know what I meant. If you were willing to leave before, surely you can leave now."
"Bulma, I am on my last nerve today. I don't wish to yell at you as I have at Vegeta."
"We're going to Doon. You can decide there whether you'll take her back or not."
"I promise nothing."
"Please, please consider this," she pleaded. She paused, sighing weakly. "It's your second chance at love Furto. Take it."
"Funny." It was the only sarcastic word Bulma had ever heard him utter. "I suggest you take your own advice."
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"Take my own advice!?" Bulma gasped. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's a horrible feeling," Bulma sighed. "And to think, I have to go through it again with you, Furto…I hate good-byes." She couldn't help but glance at Vegeta, startled when he was starring back at her.
"We need to talk," was all he said, then starred out the window for the remainder of take-off.
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"There's nothing to talk about," Bulma hissed, slamming Vegeta's bedroom door. He'd wanted to have their discussion in his room, which was further from Furto's than Bulma's room, to avoid his hearing what he was going to say. She had simply followed him.
"There's plenty to talk about." He took a seat on his bed, knowing she would remain standing. "Everything is different. From the moment we left the Earth it's been different." He swallowed hard. "And it should stay different."
She didn't notice that he was looking at the floor, or that his last words had been forced, that they'd taken away too much of his pride for him to think he would recover. But he didn't realize that she didn't know what he meant! He was giving it his best shot, and she hadn't a clue!
"I know everything is different. And of course it's always going to be different. We kissed." She motioned to herself and then to him. "We fooled around on Fewskm. We had some great moments." Her voice softened some. "I'll admit that, some very, very great moments. Moments I'll never forget…But…" She closed her eyes and turned away. "But everything else just makes this too hard."
"What?"
"This. Right here. Us, in this room, having a conversation. I'm at the end of my rope just standing in front of you!" She grasped her elbows tightly, bowing her head. "When we get back to Earth…I want you to leave."
"And how do you expect me to train for the androids?" Whatever he'd been planning on saying before was now the last thing on his mind.
"I'll have your gravity trainer moved to wherever you go…Just…Just leave my house…I can't have you there anymore."
"And what about the remainder of this trip? What about your Denj-sa! Who saved your life you selfish whore!"
"I'm selfish?" She didn't need to raise her voice to express her anger. "I must be hearing things. I thought I just heard you call me selfish."
"I did," he snapped, clenching his teeth.
"Oh!" She turned around, her face hiding the anger she felt. "That's right! I'm the one who dropped in from nowhere. I'm the one who's staying at someone else's home, invading their life, eating their food and using their most advanced training equipment. I'm the one who this ship was built for over long days and even longer nights, without so much as a thank you to the builder. I must have forgotten that in my haste to become Super Saiyan just so I could be stronger than a man whose only crime was defeating me in a battle when I attacked the Earth!" Her fists were clenched so tight that a sheen of sweat was forming on her palms. She didn't even notice, let alone care.
"I saved your life."
"So. Did. I." She made sure to pronounce ever word clearly. "I saved you when you blew up the damn gravity chamber. No one else had the gall to pull you from that wreckage." Her eyes were welling with tears. She forced them back. "No one else cared."
"You say it like it's supposed to hurt me."
"No, Vegeta. Nothing hurts you. Not dying. Not losing a battle; that brings vengeance, not pain. And especially not losing me!"
"Get out," he said, turning away. "I was willing to forgive you for turning your back on me. You don't deserve another chance."
"Forgive ME? I don't deserve-You know what? I don't care. Screw you, and good night."
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"Why Vegeta! Why does this always happen!"
Vegeta starred with the most unreadable expression on his face. He never expected this. He looked at the floor, not being able to look at the eyes that bore in on him.
"Look at me! And listen to my words! I will not say this again!"
"You're knew to this, aren't you Furto?" Vegeta finally asked; he'd never known the Fewsk to yell, and especially not with so much anger.
"Shut up and listen to me."
Vegeta couldn't even begin to think of what to say to that. Was that phrase even in the Fewsk language?
"I've heard the last fight you and Miss Bulma are going to have, is that clear? I have the Elpinosus on boil and it won't need my assistance for some time. Tell me what the yelling was about."
"You don't know?"
"No. I only heard raised voice, not words. What were the words and why were they so heated? Why must you quarrel with her like that? Especially in her condition!"
"I quarreled back!" He was losing his composure with every word Furto spoke. No, anger wasn't good for him. He didn't know how to hold himself with such emotions coursing through him.
"How?" His tiny gleaming black eyes were almost dots, so close together were his lids. It was not Furto's face.
"She was full of venom when I told her we needed to talk. She came into my room demanding an answer. I didn't retort until she said I was no longer welcome at her home on Earth."
"Yes, well, I can hardly blame her for her behavior. I've listened to her woes, with the utmost patience. I'm concerned about her stability, even after she is cured. I fear that the heartbreak you've brought her will destroy her in the end." He stopped, though not long enough to indicate that he was finished speaking. Vegeta didn't attempt it. "As for her tossing you away, what did you expect? Her to go on living with you right there? Her heart or her mind could not handle that kind of rejection." He scratched the top of his lumpy gray head, one of his black straw hairs falling to the floor. How old was he? "If you're not with her, then she doesn't want you near her, she doesn't want you under the same roof, constantly reminding her that while you have the strength and ignorance to go on, she does not, and never will. She loves you too much for that!"
"I saved her life, Furto. She owes me."
"She owes you nothing…And yet she gives you everything she holds sacred. And you're too stubborn and ignorant to see that!"
"Stop calling me that!" Vegeta snapped, glaring at the scrunched gray face that had never ceased its glaring. "I was going to forgive her for giving up on me Furto. I-Kami, what does it matter now? I don't give a damn enough about her anymore to forgive her. She screwed herself, not me! And I don't care anymore! I don't care!"
"Anymore?" Suddenly Furto's lips curled into the most brilliant smile, though none of his malice had diminished. It reminded Vegeta of himself in battle when he had the upper hand. How many times in his life had he made that same face? And how many times had it been wiped clean away? "You cared for her before? Is that what you're telling me?"
"My anger got a hold of me. That word came from nowhere."
"Answer my question."
"No!" he growled, the animalistic sound gurgling in the back of his throat, teeth barred. "I have never cared for that foul woman! I. Loathe. Her."
"You loathe yourself for loving her, you fool! Open your damn eyes!"
"You're pushing it, Fewsk."
"I know what I'm doing, Saiyan. I know my words better than you and I know my intentions." In his anger he didn't appear to hobble, as he usually did, but step right into Vegeta's face, eyes almost completely gone. "You will admit your feelings for Bulma or I will kill you myself."
"You?" Vegeta laughed. "You, a lowly Fewskm healer, are threatening a Saiyan? And the most powerful one of all? I believe you are the ignorant one my friend."
"You kill with strength, Vegeta," he hissed. "Those without use intellect."
"If you're quite done, I'm leaving."
"I'm not done." He grabbed Vegeta's arm and turned him around, but only because he allowed it. He would keep his patience for a bit longer out of curiosity. "Listen, Vegeta, I know how you feel about Miss Bulma." His voice was slowly becoming more like that of the Fewsk he knew. "I see it in you every time she's in the room. I heard it in your anger. You saved her life because even then you cared for her, even if it was only physically. But now, even when she's beginning to weaken from the effects of Denj-sa, and I know you can see it, you are still drawn to her. When you wished to forgive her, as you say, for turning you down, for walking away, what did you expect to happen, what did you hope would happen?" He sighed, stepping back and releasing Vegeta's arm. "Vegeta, I have loved and lost, and I live to tell about it. My heart is broken and still beats but only barely and with no real life." He grabbed a hold of both of Vegeta's arms suddenly, nearly startling the Saiyan into a fit of pride. "You cannot lose her Vegeta. Not intentionally, not when you can very well have her as your own! You don't know it now, but soon, very soon, your heart will begin to feel it. You will not be able to forgive yourself for letting her go, and she will never forgive you in all her life. She will die a bitter, broken, and loveless woman. And you will die with guilt." He stopped abruptly, pulling away, as if a sudden sound had broken his resolve. He looked utterly defeated. "I don't know why I bother with you, a Saiyan. What good will it do? I cannot prevent you from going on this way. I have given it my best shot."
He turned and headed back to his room, head down.
"Who was your woman?"
Furto stopped dead in his hobbled, scuffing strides. Without moving he said, "You know her shadow."
"Her name?"
"Jemalin," he sighed. "The Princess Jemalin. She was my love, my queen, my mate-to-be. She is a shadow now."
"Why do you keep saying that?" He arched an eyebrow. No, Princess Jemalin of Doon would not fornicate with a Fewsk, and a weak healer at that.
"She was once sweet and kind and nothing like her mother. She is still very unlike her mother, but too much like the Princess she never wished to be…I was to be put to death. Saving my life was the last good deed she ever did…She is no Jemalin today."
"You hate her?"
"I love her," Furto snapped, suddenly completely angry with Vegeta for having assumed such a thing. "I have never stopped loving her, and never will."
"Purging Fewskm was Frieza's order."
Furto turned and gave him a blank look.
Vegeta glanced at the floor, then turned and headed for the control room.
"Where are you going?" was the first thing that popped into his head. "I mean-"
"I'm changing the ships course. We'll be on Doon in a couple of days." He paused. Then, with a tremendous sigh, he choked out, "Jemalin is coming with us if I have to take her prisoner." He was gone before Furto could question him.
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"Miss Bulma! Hurry! Come! To my room! I must speak with you, but the Elpinosus demands my attention," Furto all but squeaked as he shook Bulma awake. "Come! Hurry!" He ran out of the room without waiting for her answer. She would follow shortly after, he knew she would.
"What's going on?" she yawned, her hair sticking out all over, framing her face in an aqua frizz. She still managed to look lovely. "What time is it?" She knew, of course, that time had no measure in deep space; what she really wanted to know was why he'd woken her when she had just fallen asleep and he'd known that.
"The Elpinosus needs me right now," he said cheerfully; more than usual. Something had happened. "But I must tell you the news. I could not wait for you to wake." He paused, cutting off Bulma when she was about to speak. "We are headed for Doon now. We are claiming Jemalin. I will have my Jemalin back!"
"But Furto," she yawned again, taking a seat in front of him and his mini cauldron; it had smelled horrid at first, though now, even though it smelled the same, she loved it; the smell of her cure, of her second chance at life. "I thought Jemalin was different now."
"She is, but Vegeta said he would take her aboard the ship no matter what her wishes-Oh no. No. I can't let this happen. Jemalin does not love me anymore!" He stopped stirring the Elpinosus in his grief; Bulma took hold of the wooden spoon; she knew, when it changed color something was to be added, that's when she would command Furto to take control again.
"She does love you Furto. I could see something in her when I saw her on Doon. She has been taken over my evil, yes, but the good and the love, they are still in her."
"She will hate me for stealing her."
"She will be angry, most likely, at first. But then, when she realizes that she's finally free, that she does not have to submit to royal conduct, when she knows her mother can no longer harm her, she will throw her arms around you and kiss you until her lips are dry."
"She wouldn't even look at me when I came to Doon. She's forgotten me."
"She has not," but it was not Bulma's voice that answered. "When I spoke with her she said you were a great man." Furto glared coldly at Vegeta, startling Bulma; she almost forgot to stir the Elpinosus.
"Royal conduct, royal chatter, royal courtesy. She's a Princess, nothing more."
"Her face changed when she said those words; she didn't look so cold."
"You lie."
"She knew you more deeply than just a name."
"You're mocking me, Vegeta. Leave now. And turn the ship back towards Fewskm. I will not be humiliated by The Princess of Doon again." Vegeta turned, though not intending to turn the ship back. "You're right, I do hate her now."
"Now you're the one who's lying," Vegeta snapped, stomping away. He would not change the ship's course again.
"It was Vegeta's idea to capture Jemalin and reunite you two?"
"Yes," he hissed, though immediately regretted it and grabbed at wooden spoon. Bulma was awestruck.
"I don't believe he would do such a selfless thing."
"Neither did I. But what's the use if nothing is accomplished by it? Jemalin is lost. I am lost. We are all lost."
"There's hope, I know there is."
"You don't believe in hope anymore, Bulma. Please stop and leave me in peace. I apologize for waking you."
"I'll speak with Jemalin first. I'll convince her that I'm no enemy."
"She won't trust you."
"I know your story Furto. Listen. If she will not come willing, I won't let her come."
"And her family?" He was in utter despair. "They'll know it was me, they'll have me killed."
"You said in your story that you were to run off together to a refugee planet. Why can't you do the same now? What about Excaro? They would accept you, I know they would. And no one will think to look there. One of the Instructors told me that Urgadoan hadn't a clue about the refugees they were harboring, so Doon will NEVER suspect you are on Excaro."
"No, I cannot do this. Jermalin belongs on Doon. She will be the Queen, she will run the planet. She has enough on her mind. I cannot veer her from her destiny."
"You are her destiny, Furto. She loves you, she always has."
"She loved nothing now. Not even the evil she does brings her joy. She's hollow and useless. I cannot love that woman again."
"You love her right now as you tell me that outright lie!" she snapped. "Add something. It changed color."
Furto sighed, then shuffled through his bag and pulled out a small jar of a yellow powder. He added half to the mixture in the cauldron, giving it a somewhat lighter tint. Without acknowledging Bulma, he began stirring again. She waited a long moment before trying again.
"Please Furto. I can't sit by and let this happen. You love her too much, and I know she feels the same."
"I can't leave Fewskm. I'm needed there. I am my house's healer."
"I'm sure other's would take your place if they knew your situation. Don't let that stop you. I know you have no attachments there."
"They want me there!" He was deeply offended.
"You know what I meant. If you were willing to leave before, surely you can leave now."
"Bulma, I am on my last nerve today. I don't wish to yell at you as I have at Vegeta."
"We're going to Doon. You can decide there whether you'll take her back or not."
"I promise nothing."
"Please, please consider this," she pleaded. She paused, sighing weakly. "It's your second chance at love Furto. Take it."
"Funny." It was the only sarcastic word Bulma had ever heard him utter. "I suggest you take your own advice."
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---Chapter 24! Hey! Look at me! I'm cruisin'! Woo! Like? Dislike? Why? Why? Why? Heehee. Well, there was more Bulma/ Vegeta there. Vegeta confessed some things, and hey! He's definitely growing softer. He's helping Furto on his own accord!
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"Take my own advice!?" Bulma gasped. "What's that supposed to mean?"