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Authors Note(s): Hey there! How are you? I'm not doing all that great at the moment, mainly because my aunt, who I am really close to, is dieing of cancer right now... but writing helps take my mind off it. SO! Here's the next chapter... and uhh... I'll "RIGHT MORE" soon. I write everything in the early hours of the morning (1am-4am) I make those type of mistakes a lot. In fact, I didn't even notice that it was right instead of write... It helped my put a smile back on my face, thank you BootstrapBoula. ::Smiles::
Chapter 4:
Consequences
I just can't win!! AH!!! I attempt to show her that I am superior to her, and what does she do?! She likes it!!! She's enjoying it!!! SHE DESIRES IT!!!!!!
Okay, now what? I just stare at her blankly? I refuse, absolutely refuse, to give her what she wants! NO!
Why am I so surprised by this stupid little twinkle in her eyes? WHY?! I knew! I told you that she wanted me... so why am I so damn caught off guard?
I didn't expect her to be so welcoming to my advances. I didn't realize that she would put down her own pride for me... that's more than I would do for her. I counted on her pushing me away, then I could laugh at her useless attempts to remove my body off her own. Then, I would get off her after she had complained, and begged. And I would walk away a winner.
But no! She has to have this--this strong craving for me!! Next thing you know, she'll be telling me that she's fallen in love with me... and I'll have to tell her what a lunatic she is. I hate doing that. I might not have a heart of my own, but breaking other's isn't something I enjoy.
I could just give her the time of her life... but then she'll ask for more. Selfish woman. Brat. What will she do when she doesn't get what she asks for?
I've seen her with that nit wit Yamcha. They have pet names for each other, and all this other mushy mushy crap. It's repulsive!
So, if I can't give her what she wants... then what? I can't just back down now. I have to do something. Anything.
Anything...
"Woman..." I started in a whisper, then let my voice trail off. I felt her breath on my face... mint? Was she planning on being intimate? I bent my head down closer to her own, and I... I kissed her. She accepted it, open mouthed, which confirmed that sparkle. She did want me. I even deepened it, maybe I was falling into the kiss too, the things that woman can do with her tongue...
Anything... I reminded myself. Alright, here goes. I put my arm, my injured arm, on the side of her head. I broke the kiss and pushed up away from her to look into her eyes. That sparkle was only getting bigger. I pretended to feel pain in my arm, and let the muscle there relax. "Argh!" I cried out. I collapsed, and remembering that I needed a way out of the position I was in with her, I faked another pain, and tumbled off the couch.
"Vegeta!" she shouted, propping herself up on one elbow, and staring down at me on the floor. Anything. God damn Vegeta, you couldn't think of anything else? Then that vile cat jumped onto my stomach, wanting to be all lovey-dovey, and purring.
"Get off of me," I ordered, and pushed the cat off my stomach angrily. It sounded like it whined, and pouted away. Argh... it's just like that woman, you pet it once, and it thinks you like it. If I thought I was in deep before, I was buried now.
Let's go over what just happened., shall we? The woman insisted on giving me a back rub, because she's a professional... yeah a professional dumb ass. I wanted to prove that I was better than her, and to show my dominance. I do. She wants more. To get out of the situation, I fake a few pains, and roll off the couch, and onto the ground in a crumpled heap. Making my aches worsen.
So what do I have left? What state of mind is she in now, Vegeta?! Good job! Excellent! Your plan was brilliant, and fell right through the middle of the Earth. I hope you're happy. Do you have that little voice inside your head too? Most people have a conscience, I have a know-it-all, who loves to rub it in my face. (which, technically is it's face too...)
Now she will want to take care of me even more. I won't be able to convince her that I'm capable of moving without her assistance. Damn, damn, damn. I'll say it again; I just can't win.
"Vegeta. I'm so so so sorry, I should have realized--" she started.
"Shut up," I said from the floor, staring up at her face bent over the side of the couch. Sorry my ass, I thought. Despite my rudeness, she surprised me yet again, and didn't seem upset at all.
"Do you need some help up?" she asked, and I continued to lay there.
"No," I said plainly. I didn't need her help. It would have been in my best interest, but I didn't need it. I was glad that the coffee table wasn't close to the sofa, or I probably would have broken it in my crash to the floor. Not to mention, it would have made getting up a whole lot harder. I decided that I would just float my body up, that way my muscles could remain unstrained. I did just that, I used my Ki to hover off the floor, then I pushed myself up into a vertical stance.
"Are you positive you're okay?" she queried, obviously concerned. She stood up from the couch, the cushions making annoying noises as they rubbed against each other. It was so quiet. She simply stood there, eying me carefully. I stood across from her, showing nothing, a blank stare. She must have seen the dry look in my eyes, and dropped the subject. "Do you want anything from the kitchen?"
"No, I'm fine," I replied. She nodded. The silence was-- Well, it wasn't as horrible as the glaze of disappointment over her eyes. She exited the room, probably headed to the kitchen. I sighed.
What was happening here? My anything plan didn't go so well, of course it was the plan prior to that, that really made the mess. No more plans, I told myself. I sat back down on the couch lazily. Nothing...
I can not allow myself to show her anything. If she notices my confusion, it will only lead to disaster. Why? Because she'll ask what the origins of my confusion are. A question I don't have the ability to give a reasonable answer to.
The way she looked at me. I knew she was just as confused as I was. A mistake. That's all it was. How did it excel to become so much more?
"Hey, have you ever seen Dude Where's My Car?" She reappeared into the circular room, and I turned on the sofa to see her. That's a strategy I hadn't thought of... acting. Pretend nothing happened, it was even better than showing nothing. I suppose she does have some brains.
"I've studied it, Woman."
"What?! Why?" I guess she was expecting a different answer.
"I did some research on Human stupidity. The writers of that movie were high, and lost the plot after the first five minutes." Crazy earthlings. She chuckled.
"For the first time, I actually agree with you," the woman stated, smiling. She hopped over the back of the seat, and plopped down next to me. Where'd her energy come from?
"If you agreed with me more, then you'd also be correct more of the time," I remarked, smirking. She handed me a box abruptly. My eyebrows knitted together, and I read the box. Fruity Flavored Pops... Popsicles. "Popsicles?"
"Yup!" She opened the top of the freezing, and pulled out two, cold, wrapped Popsicles. "You know the part in the movie, when the alien chicks stick a whole Popsicle in their mouth?" Whoa... that was unexpected. I nodded, weary of her intentions. "I have a fun little game we can play." I raised my eyebrows a she explained, "Why don't we try, to see how much we can get into our mouth? The one that gets it in the farthest, wins."
"Is that a challenge?" I demanded. I thought momentarily about the size of her mouth... damn, I'm up against the biggest mouth on Earth.
"Yes, it is a challenge. Do you accept?"
"Of course I accept." I took the Popsicle from her, and unwrapped it, disposing the paper on the floor carelessly. She did the same. She had the upper hand in this bout...
"On the count of three we'll stick it in," she ordered. If she only realized how perverted that sounded. "One... " I put the Popsicle near my mouth. "Two..." Ready. "Three!" I shoved the Popsicle in my mouth. It was as cold as the winters once were on Planet Vegeta. My tongue slid under it, and I glided it as far as I could get it... I didn't think that I would gag, but I did. It pushed the icy Popsicle on the roof of my mouth. I glance over that the woman, she didn't seem to be having as much trouble. I held down the gag reflex, and pushed it in further. When the cold was too much, I withdrew it from my mouth
"Took you long enough."
"Quiet," I said. I examined her Popsicle, and how far her lips had reached. Not bad.... but I showed her my accomplishments, and we put them next to each other. "Hah!" I exclaimed. my lips had gotten farther than her own by less than a centimeter.
"What?! How did you win?!" she asked, amazed.
"I guess Yamcha is sort of small then..." I commented. Hah!! Kill two birds with one stone. She scowled at me, that rage from earlier returning.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" she spat, defending him. She glared at me.
"Then, you mean he's large?" I have a challenge of my own.
"He's--He's..." Can't find a answer? Boo-hoo.
"He's what?" I stared at her features carefully. She didn't look angry... but distressed.
"Oh my god..." She threw the Popsicle on the ground. The cat ran over to it, and claimed it.
"What is it?" I wasn't able to grasp why my tone changed so dramatically. All the way from cocky to concerned... almost.
"Technically... just now," she began, then looked as though she was thinking over her words. "I cheated on him." I scoffed, like he hasn't cheated on you? I mentally noted. So much for pretending that nothing happened.
"You mean with the Popsicle?" I asked, keeping up with the act. I rested the Popsicle on the box. She glared at me fiercely, knowing that I truly knew what she meant.
"What do you think?" Cold. Ice cold. Like the Popsicle, which was now being molested by the kitten...
"Oh. That," I said, nonchalantly.
"Yeah, that." She sighed, holding her head in her hands. She really cared for that wimp. So, what did I do? I tried to help her.
"So? If he asks, tell him the truth." She looked at me funny. "I forced it on you..." Yeah, it was true. Not the complete truth, but not a lie. Then... she... must of saw my eyes. My real eyes. My soul.
"Oh yeah... like it wasn't provoked." She laughed lightly. The truth. "I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it." It was nothing, I reminded myself. Don't look into her eyes, don't look into her eyes, don't look into her.... eyes. "Look at me," she instructed. Why did I comply?! She crawled up to me, that spark in her eyes again. She pushed the Popsicle box off the couch, and the cat zoomed into it, making the box it's new home.
I didn't believe what was going on. One minute she's on the verge of tear because of cheating with me on that worthless runt, the next she's attempting to cheat again. Her lore was incredible. I was frozen, like that Popsicle. Entranced in her eyes. That's not me! I don't lose control! I don't involve myself in a partnership, permanent, or temporary.
My shields were down. My pride-support out of juice. My better judgment gone. I was lost.
It was her fault. She got up closer to me, and put a hand on my upper thigh, never breaking eye contact. I felt her breath on my face, and smelled the cherry from the Popsicle. I searched through her eyes, scouring for any trace of sanity. Something that would snap me back into reality. I put a hand on her neck, massaging her firm skin on her cheek with my thumb. My fingers curled around her neck. It was so warm, I could even feel her pulse.
"Vegeta..." she breathed.
Okay! Another chapter down! Yay! The next chapter will be written and up ASAP! Review please. NOTE: I didn't get a chance to re-read this yet... sorry for any stupid mistakes, I'll fix them later.