With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Four: Secrets
When Vegeta was back inside the gravity room, and had shut the door, he sat on the floor instead of turning the gravity back on. He tapped his head and tried hard to think of something...what would Bulma appreciate being done for her? She was a very independent girl, and didn't like it when other people did her work because they thought she was too young to handle or understand it, so she tried to do as much as she could on her own to prove herself. Outside the gravity room, Vegeta saw, through a window, the blue- haired girl sit on the steps of the room he was in.
"Good grief, no..." Bulma pleaded for something not to be with her hands clasped and shaking at the sky. Vegeta wondered what this was supposed to mean. Bulma put her head in her hands and shook it, messing up her hair, and then exhaled clamly. "Hah...No. I am not in love with Vegeta. I do not like him. I don't." Bulma tried to convince herself it wasn't true. Vegeta nearly passed out, as the air around him was visible and he felt ice cold, but he regained his balance on the floor with his arms and legs sprawled out. He stood up.
Bulma began to speak again. "But I do! I love him, and I have since I first saw him! Oh, geez, this is not going to work out!" She admitted to herself.
That was it. Vegeta fainted, despite his efforts to retain conscoiusness. He hit the floor with a thud, and Bulma jumped to hear the noise. She peered in the window of the door, and gasped. Flinging open the door to the room, she ran to his side. "Vegeta?!" She shook him. No response...
Bulma was in a chair beside Vegeta's bed, watching his every breath in and out, making sure he would be alright. "He looks fine enough...but I can't help but stay here! I care for him too much!" She said. Talking to herself was becoming a habit. She stared at Vegeta, who's face was as solemn as that of a preist in a graveyard's. His eyes were shut lightly, and every few minutes he would mumble.
Vegeta, ,asleep, was again dreaming of Bulma. She was so beautiful in the white dress she wore in his mind's imagination...she held a few dainty purple flowers that looked upwards with their heads, and she danced gracefully in the same feild, by the same Cherry Blossom tree as before. But she wasn't alone...he was there with her. He watched her dance, until she stopped, and walked towards him. He gently took her in his arms, and brushed some blue bangs from her eyes.
"I love you..." Vegeta whispered to Bulma.
"We should stay here together." Bulma said, looking into his eyes, and pulling even closer to him. He nodded, and kissed her hair. Bulma closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, and traced the muscles in his arms while--
"Bulma..." Vegeta said in his sleep. Bulma saw he was beginning to wake up. But why was he saying her name? Was something wrong? She shook his shoulder. "Vegeta?" She said, hoping he'd come around soon.
"What...the..." Vegeta sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He saw who was at his side, and sighed. "What are you doing here?"
"Taking care of you. Now lie back down, or you'll--"
"I'm fine, I just passed out. That's all." Vegeta said, pulling the covers off and standing up. Stuffing his feet back in his boots, he walked to the door of the sick room. "Thank you." He mumbled, pulling the door open.
"You think of something to do yet?" Bulma smiled.
"...No...I haven't." Vegeta left the room. He was planning on going back to the gravity room, but his feet seemed to take him to his room instead. "What am I doing in here?" He wondered. He sat on his bed anyways, and put his hand over his head. "What to do...I have to do a favor for someone who is in love with me but does not know I know. What am I going to do...?" Vegeta thought about how she'd said it so loud and unashamed...
'I love him!'
She was pretty. And he admitted, she was very smart. Her inventions were almost in the same league as that of Saiyan technology. She was highly intelligent for a human. She wasn't afraid of anything, and--Vegeta remembered one crucial element of his review on her--Yamcha. The former desert bandit who'd moved to the city to be her boyfriend, and Bulma'd been with him for many years now. What would Vegeta do about Yamcha, now that he guessed he himself loved Bulma? Bulma was still going out with him, and Vegeta didn't think he could change that very soon. But...Bulma said she loved Vegeta...was she going to dump Yamcha? He knew her secret, and if he told her that he loved her too, then they could be happy together. But Bulma was a human, and Vegeta a Saiyan. That couldn't work...or maybe it would. Goku looked happy enough with Chi-Chi and his son Gohan. Maybe Vegeta could be with Bulma after all...but how to spill the beans?
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Four: Secrets
When Vegeta was back inside the gravity room, and had shut the door, he sat on the floor instead of turning the gravity back on. He tapped his head and tried hard to think of something...what would Bulma appreciate being done for her? She was a very independent girl, and didn't like it when other people did her work because they thought she was too young to handle or understand it, so she tried to do as much as she could on her own to prove herself. Outside the gravity room, Vegeta saw, through a window, the blue- haired girl sit on the steps of the room he was in.
"Good grief, no..." Bulma pleaded for something not to be with her hands clasped and shaking at the sky. Vegeta wondered what this was supposed to mean. Bulma put her head in her hands and shook it, messing up her hair, and then exhaled clamly. "Hah...No. I am not in love with Vegeta. I do not like him. I don't." Bulma tried to convince herself it wasn't true. Vegeta nearly passed out, as the air around him was visible and he felt ice cold, but he regained his balance on the floor with his arms and legs sprawled out. He stood up.
Bulma began to speak again. "But I do! I love him, and I have since I first saw him! Oh, geez, this is not going to work out!" She admitted to herself.
That was it. Vegeta fainted, despite his efforts to retain conscoiusness. He hit the floor with a thud, and Bulma jumped to hear the noise. She peered in the window of the door, and gasped. Flinging open the door to the room, she ran to his side. "Vegeta?!" She shook him. No response...
Bulma was in a chair beside Vegeta's bed, watching his every breath in and out, making sure he would be alright. "He looks fine enough...but I can't help but stay here! I care for him too much!" She said. Talking to herself was becoming a habit. She stared at Vegeta, who's face was as solemn as that of a preist in a graveyard's. His eyes were shut lightly, and every few minutes he would mumble.
Vegeta, ,asleep, was again dreaming of Bulma. She was so beautiful in the white dress she wore in his mind's imagination...she held a few dainty purple flowers that looked upwards with their heads, and she danced gracefully in the same feild, by the same Cherry Blossom tree as before. But she wasn't alone...he was there with her. He watched her dance, until she stopped, and walked towards him. He gently took her in his arms, and brushed some blue bangs from her eyes.
"I love you..." Vegeta whispered to Bulma.
"We should stay here together." Bulma said, looking into his eyes, and pulling even closer to him. He nodded, and kissed her hair. Bulma closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, and traced the muscles in his arms while--
"Bulma..." Vegeta said in his sleep. Bulma saw he was beginning to wake up. But why was he saying her name? Was something wrong? She shook his shoulder. "Vegeta?" She said, hoping he'd come around soon.
"What...the..." Vegeta sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He saw who was at his side, and sighed. "What are you doing here?"
"Taking care of you. Now lie back down, or you'll--"
"I'm fine, I just passed out. That's all." Vegeta said, pulling the covers off and standing up. Stuffing his feet back in his boots, he walked to the door of the sick room. "Thank you." He mumbled, pulling the door open.
"You think of something to do yet?" Bulma smiled.
"...No...I haven't." Vegeta left the room. He was planning on going back to the gravity room, but his feet seemed to take him to his room instead. "What am I doing in here?" He wondered. He sat on his bed anyways, and put his hand over his head. "What to do...I have to do a favor for someone who is in love with me but does not know I know. What am I going to do...?" Vegeta thought about how she'd said it so loud and unashamed...
'I love him!'
She was pretty. And he admitted, she was very smart. Her inventions were almost in the same league as that of Saiyan technology. She was highly intelligent for a human. She wasn't afraid of anything, and--Vegeta remembered one crucial element of his review on her--Yamcha. The former desert bandit who'd moved to the city to be her boyfriend, and Bulma'd been with him for many years now. What would Vegeta do about Yamcha, now that he guessed he himself loved Bulma? Bulma was still going out with him, and Vegeta didn't think he could change that very soon. But...Bulma said she loved Vegeta...was she going to dump Yamcha? He knew her secret, and if he told her that he loved her too, then they could be happy together. But Bulma was a human, and Vegeta a Saiyan. That couldn't work...or maybe it would. Goku looked happy enough with Chi-Chi and his son Gohan. Maybe Vegeta could be with Bulma after all...but how to spill the beans?