Words Cannot . . .
Vegeta wrapped the silky black covers around them, and gathered his blue-haired onna in his arms. This was one of the rare occasions that he felt content just holding her. She offered silent comfort to his worries. It calmed him greatly to be able to feel her breathe on his skin, and hear her heart beat next to his' .His worries had nothing to do with the fact that he couldn't beat Kakkarrott, or the fact that the onna had wanted him less, and less for the last month. The thing that kept tugging at his mind was the fact that the little onna had been wearing herself out lately. He knew that she didn't know that he noticed, but he did. She was always a little more tired every night she came home. He knew that the onna's work was very important to her, and she was working on something big, but that didn't mean that she had to wear herself out.
She was coming home really late at night, sometimes even after he had finished training, and that was dangerous to her health, and her well-being. The onna couldn't defend herself, and he didn't trust the human males. " If anyone ever dared to touch her, they wouldn't see the light of day again," he silently vowed.
Vegeta looked down at his sleeping mate again. She didn't look any less tired than she did a few hours ago. How times have changed. Even after Trunks was born, he had never been concerned with her well-being, but now . . . it seemed like she was growing on him. Each day that he spent with her, he kept wondering if he was dreaming. He was often afraid that one day he'd wake up, and find out that this was all a dream, and he was still a slave on Freiza's planet. But, so far, each day he has awaken to find a sleeping angel beside him, or on very rare occasions, the face of his smiling mate, watching him while he slept. She was the first, and only woman he ever cared about. He didn't know what would happen if something were to happen to her.
Vegeta silently pressed a kiss to Bulma's forehead. He would love, and cherish her forever. No matter what happened, he vowed he would always be here to protect her. He would willingly give up his life for her. As long as he was alive no one would ever hurt her . . . except himself. Vegeta sighed. He knew he often hurt his mate, when he refused to speak his mind, but that was the way he was, and by now he had hoped the onna had realized that. Vegeta knew to some extent she understood this, but sometimes, when he was too cruel, or too hard to read, he knew she questioned his feelings towards her. At that point he would have to show the little minx how much he cared, by loving her until the sun came up the next morning. This always put an end to their little squabbles, but it often strained their relationship.
It's quite obvious that he couldn't whisk her away to the comfort of their room immediately after every single fight, so their little fights often ended with her staying mad at him for days at time, especially when she left on business trips. Vegeta knew that she often cried from their little love-spats, but he couldn't help it. He could not act like the human male she wanted him to be. He was a Sayain, and the Prince of all Sayains at that. He was brought up this way, there was nothing he could do to change that fact. He could only wish that she knew, and understood from his actions, the words that his pride would never let pass his lips.
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Words cannot say what my heart can say to yours,
Words cannot protect you when you're afraid,
Words cannot comfort you when you're sad,
Words cannot warm you while you sleep,
Words cannot touch you the way I do.
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Bulma woke up the next morning to the blaring of her alarm clock. She reached an arm out from under the covers, and smacked the snooze button. She groaned as she opened her eyes to see the sun shining brightly through her window. It was such a beautiful day, and she would be stuck at work again. She turned over to Vegeta's side of the bed to naturally see that he was gone. He was always up bright and early to train. She rolled over to the indent in the mattress beside her, and snuggled into bed. The area was still warm, so Vegeta had left not long ago. Feeling the warmth made her feel like Vegeta was still in bed with her, holding her tight. She revelled in the warmth of her bed for another five minutes before reluctantly getting up, and dragged her butt into the shower. She was dressed, and ready for work an hour later. She quickly grabbed an apple, and a cup of coffee on the way out the door.
Vegeta watched from the window of his gravity room as Bulma's car pulled out of the driveway, and headed towards Capsule Corps. Office. He knew she probably wouldn't be home until after midnight tonight. He looked away as the car carrying his mate disappeared, and commenced training again. Though inside, he secretly hoped she would be home early tonight. It had been forever since he spent some time with her. He missed her company, though he'd never admit it. He missed her touch, and the sound of her voice, hell he even missed her yelling at him. Maybe tonight, he could finally get some time alone with his mate, while she was still conscious. Maybe.
Vegeta's hopes were answered that day, when Bulma came home at noon, but much to his dismay, he found out that he would not be seeing her for the next few days, maybe even weeks. She had simply decided it was most convenient, if she stayed at the lab until her project was completed. She had lots of clean clothes, and she had a personal shower in her office, so there would be no problem. She only came home that day to collect her toiletries. This definitely did not go well with Vegeta, but he didn't say a word, because he didn't want to express his need for her.
All he could do to express his discontent was to act very distant, and cold to her, when she left. He did not even return the goodbye kiss she pressed to his lips, when she left. Vegeta knew he had hurt her from the look in her eyes, but he had a point to make, and he knew that she knew he was not a bit happy about this. Their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity, before she whispered, " I love you Vegeta", and left. It took all of Vegeta's willpower to stop himself from running out the door after his mate, and taking her into his arms, and shaking her silly. If she cared enough to tell him that she loved him, the least she could've done was show him that she did. Choosing to work all day, and night, and not coming home to see him wasn't showing him that she cared. He could never understand the silly humans and their words. He sure didn't ever tell her that he loved her, but he definitely showed her at every chance that she gave him. Vegeta shook his head, " Silly humans, and their silly logic."
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Words are meaningless sounds and syllables,
Lost when they are uttered from the lips,
Only actions can truly convey emotions.
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It had been three days since he saw the onna, and he missed her greatly. It was true that she often left for longer on business trips, but this was different. When she was in Canada, or China, she was simply too far away to visit him, but this time she was merely blocks away, yet she chose to stay away. He knew he could always fly down to Capsule Corps and visit her, but his pride kept him at bay. So while the onna was away, he threw himself into his training. That was the only way he could keep her off his mind.
On the fourth day since the Bulma left, Vegeta was training in the Gravity Room, when the phone started to ring. It wasn't the phone inside the house, it was the GR's phone. Bulma had it installed, especially for her. She told him that she knew he wouldn't lower himself to pick up the phone in their house, so she had this one specially installed. She strongly pointed out that this phone was special, because only she would have the number. She made sure he understood that he needed to pick up every time it rang, because she would only call in case of emergencies, when she really needed him. Remembering this, he promptly deactivated the GR, and picked up the phone, and growled a " What?" into the telephone. A male voice answered him.
Author's Note: Ok, so it's not going to be an One-shot. It got longer than I wanted it to be, so I'm gonna make a mini-story out of it. I decided to cut it off there. The next chapter is up for sure, so just click the little button down there to go on, that is, after you click the other button, and give me a review! J