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Chapter 4, Flash Back
Bulma sat cross-legged in the middle of Vegeta's bed. He had left due to 'important' issues. Bulma suspected it was just a way to get away from her, but paid no heed to it. A towel was wrapped around her head like turban, she thought of a time that kept on revisiting her ever since she met Vegeta.
"Daddy!" A little girl called while running through a field of tall grass. There was a big grin on her face.
After a few moments of running, the girl noticed that she was getting nowhere fast. She stopped and looked around, and then back at the man just a little ways ahead of her. "Daddy! I'm back here!" She called again. When the man didn't look at her she was a little awe struck.
Her father looked around confusedly, and then strolled out of the girls sight.
The little girl couldn't believe it. She sat down on the ground and weeped uncontrollably. Night had fallen, and still no sign of any life besides the grass and bugs. A young boy, who must have been a few years older than the girl, noticed her in the tall grass.
"Girl.." He muttered under his breath. The boy was only passing by, on his way to the palace of Vegeta-sei. He crouched down behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, little girl?" He asked as kindly as his rough voice would let him.
The girl jumped away from him, frightened. Her long blue hair was tied up in a messy bun. Blue eyes stared at the boy. He had jet black hair and eyes to match. "Who.. are you?" She asked.
"The better question.. who are you?" The boy retorted, standing up. He held his hand out to the girl. "Come with me, girl." Without further ado, he pulled her up and started walking towards the palace.
"My name is Bulma." Bulma answered, drying her face.
The boy nodded.
Eventually Bulma was left in the hands of a very frail woman and a man. She never did catch the boys name, though it had bugged her for awhile, she forgot all about it. Many years went by while she was in the care of the two people. Her father had never actually came back to get poor Bulma.
Bulma would stand out on the balcony of her room at night, and think of her original family. How much she missed them, and how much she hated them for leaving her alone. She would remember how kind that boy had been, to give her a family that loved her.
Even some times she was cry out on her balcony, where no one would hear or see her. But, one special night, that boy returned to her. It was one of those times when she would cry. They were both a little bit older and more mature. He would appear by her side to wipe away the tears.
"I'll be here whenever you need me, Bulma." The boy whispered in her ear and left a light kiss on her cheek. Bulma had turned to see him, but she was alone. She smiled and laughed a litte. "I'll be counting on it." Then she returned to her bed, feeling better.
Bulma sat still on the bed and wondered if that boy would be returning to her anytime soon. 'I really need you now.' She thought and then thought of Vegeta. 'How come I've never seen you? I mean, you are the Prince.' Bulma got a few suspicions. She shrugged them off.
Vegeta had to get away from Bulma. He knew there was something familiar about her. It was at the tip of his tongue, but couldn't put his finger on it. Vegeta sat in his thrown room, alone, slumped in the thrown. He sat there, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. 'What is it?' He asked himself. Then it hit him.
Vegeta was walking in a patch of tall grass angrily. He was taking his daily walk, and now heading back to the palace. As he walked, he heard some sniffles. Stopping, he listened more closely. "Where's my guardian angel?' He heard a small girl ask aloud.
Vegeta wasn't sure what was wrong, but he felt it was his duty to take care of the problem. He followed the sniffles, and he then found himself standing behind a small, blue haired girl on the ground. Vegeta crouched down and asked "What's wrong?"
The girl had jumped away, but he had suspected that was going to happen. She asked him his name. 'You should know who I am.' He thought, but asked her the same. Vegeta remembered that he had a lot of work to do with his father, so he grabbed the girl by the hand and began for the palace. He'd finally gotten her name. 'Bulma. What a pretty name.' He caught himself thinking and shook it off.
Vegeta had left her in the care of two very small people, who couldn't have children themselves. He was praised by the couple, and then he left the girl with them.
Every so often, Vegeta would find himself thinking of Bulma. He wondered how she was doing, what she was up to. Curiosity got the better of him, so he headed over to her room. She was out on the balcony.
Bulma was whispering a few things, but he couldn't make them out. He walked up behind her, making sure she didn't notice him. He saw the tears fall down her face and Vegeta dryed them with his thumb. "I'll be here whenever you need me." He whispered after leaving a small kiss on her cheek.
Vegeta didn't want her to know it was him, so he hid in the shadows of her room until she returned to her bed. Bulma was fast asleep before he made a move to leave. He watched her for a moment sleeping with a smile on her face, and then left her room.
Vegeta jumped up from his thrown. "I knew it!" He said.
Mmm.. there you go. I hope you enjoyed it.
Chapter 4, Flash Back
Bulma sat cross-legged in the middle of Vegeta's bed. He had left due to 'important' issues. Bulma suspected it was just a way to get away from her, but paid no heed to it. A towel was wrapped around her head like turban, she thought of a time that kept on revisiting her ever since she met Vegeta.
"Daddy!" A little girl called while running through a field of tall grass. There was a big grin on her face.
After a few moments of running, the girl noticed that she was getting nowhere fast. She stopped and looked around, and then back at the man just a little ways ahead of her. "Daddy! I'm back here!" She called again. When the man didn't look at her she was a little awe struck.
Her father looked around confusedly, and then strolled out of the girls sight.
The little girl couldn't believe it. She sat down on the ground and weeped uncontrollably. Night had fallen, and still no sign of any life besides the grass and bugs. A young boy, who must have been a few years older than the girl, noticed her in the tall grass.
"Girl.." He muttered under his breath. The boy was only passing by, on his way to the palace of Vegeta-sei. He crouched down behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, little girl?" He asked as kindly as his rough voice would let him.
The girl jumped away from him, frightened. Her long blue hair was tied up in a messy bun. Blue eyes stared at the boy. He had jet black hair and eyes to match. "Who.. are you?" She asked.
"The better question.. who are you?" The boy retorted, standing up. He held his hand out to the girl. "Come with me, girl." Without further ado, he pulled her up and started walking towards the palace.
"My name is Bulma." Bulma answered, drying her face.
The boy nodded.
Eventually Bulma was left in the hands of a very frail woman and a man. She never did catch the boys name, though it had bugged her for awhile, she forgot all about it. Many years went by while she was in the care of the two people. Her father had never actually came back to get poor Bulma.
Bulma would stand out on the balcony of her room at night, and think of her original family. How much she missed them, and how much she hated them for leaving her alone. She would remember how kind that boy had been, to give her a family that loved her.
Even some times she was cry out on her balcony, where no one would hear or see her. But, one special night, that boy returned to her. It was one of those times when she would cry. They were both a little bit older and more mature. He would appear by her side to wipe away the tears.
"I'll be here whenever you need me, Bulma." The boy whispered in her ear and left a light kiss on her cheek. Bulma had turned to see him, but she was alone. She smiled and laughed a litte. "I'll be counting on it." Then she returned to her bed, feeling better.
Bulma sat still on the bed and wondered if that boy would be returning to her anytime soon. 'I really need you now.' She thought and then thought of Vegeta. 'How come I've never seen you? I mean, you are the Prince.' Bulma got a few suspicions. She shrugged them off.
Vegeta had to get away from Bulma. He knew there was something familiar about her. It was at the tip of his tongue, but couldn't put his finger on it. Vegeta sat in his thrown room, alone, slumped in the thrown. He sat there, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. 'What is it?' He asked himself. Then it hit him.
Vegeta was walking in a patch of tall grass angrily. He was taking his daily walk, and now heading back to the palace. As he walked, he heard some sniffles. Stopping, he listened more closely. "Where's my guardian angel?' He heard a small girl ask aloud.
Vegeta wasn't sure what was wrong, but he felt it was his duty to take care of the problem. He followed the sniffles, and he then found himself standing behind a small, blue haired girl on the ground. Vegeta crouched down and asked "What's wrong?"
The girl had jumped away, but he had suspected that was going to happen. She asked him his name. 'You should know who I am.' He thought, but asked her the same. Vegeta remembered that he had a lot of work to do with his father, so he grabbed the girl by the hand and began for the palace. He'd finally gotten her name. 'Bulma. What a pretty name.' He caught himself thinking and shook it off.
Vegeta had left her in the care of two very small people, who couldn't have children themselves. He was praised by the couple, and then he left the girl with them.
Every so often, Vegeta would find himself thinking of Bulma. He wondered how she was doing, what she was up to. Curiosity got the better of him, so he headed over to her room. She was out on the balcony.
Bulma was whispering a few things, but he couldn't make them out. He walked up behind her, making sure she didn't notice him. He saw the tears fall down her face and Vegeta dryed them with his thumb. "I'll be here whenever you need me." He whispered after leaving a small kiss on her cheek.
Vegeta didn't want her to know it was him, so he hid in the shadows of her room until she returned to her bed. Bulma was fast asleep before he made a move to leave. He watched her for a moment sleeping with a smile on her face, and then left her room.
Vegeta jumped up from his thrown. "I knew it!" He said.
Mmm.. there you go. I hope you enjoyed it.