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Author's Notes: The reason that i'm able to get this story put out so fast is that, it's prewritten, all i need to do is choose the section i wanna take out and go from there. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this chapter and the next shall be out before you know it.
Vegeta sighed tiredly and ran his fingers through his hair while waiting for Bulma to return to their plane gate. He'd been angry with himself for losing his temper with her but when she'd slapped him...he had realized just how stupid he'd been acting. She had been so dammed beautiful in that swimsuit that he'd lost reason when he heard several of the young businessmen talking about her. Challenging them would have been pointless since he couldn't say they were talking about his girlfriend so he'd taken it out on her. After dinner, when that man had offered her money to sleep with him, he had gotten angry again and told her she was a tease because she hadn't even told the guy no. Hell, she probably hadn't even heard the guy; she was so engrossed in picking up her wallet. Sighing again, he looked up when he heard the boarding call for their plane then looked around for her.
She watched him from a distance then smiled and walked over to the boarding gate without her suitcases. "Hey Vegeta."
"Great, are you ready to go yet?"
"I'm not going."
"What?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What the hell are you talking about? Of course you're going."
"No I'm not. Mrs. Smith gave me a job offer and I'm taking it."
"But...you can't."
"Why not?"
"Because...our company needs you. What will Yamucha do without you to do all of his work?"
"He'll survive." She felt tears prick her eyes then smiled cheerfully again. "There really isn't a good reason to come back."
"What about your artwork?"
"I can start over again."
"Carmel?"
"I can get a new cat."
"The ladies in the coffee shop?"
"I'll write them."
"All of your stuff..."
"I can get it brought here...and I can get them to bring Carmel also."
"Marron will miss talking to you every day."
"I really doubt it."
"Umm..."
"Come on Vegeta...I have nothing there and I can start over here. I might even get a car."
"I thought cars didn't appeal to you?"
"They don't, but I'll need one once I start work here. She even offered to set me up with her nephew. He's supposed to be a millionaire."
"She can't set you up with him..."
"Why not? I'm single and, according to her, quite attractive. I have nothing to lose with this."
"But..."
"LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT # 149 TO NORFOLK."
They both looked up as the intercom sounded again.
"Well Vegeta? Why should I go home again?"
"I...I don't know. If it makes you happier with the damn millionaire then I hope you have a wonderful life."
"Thanks, I will. And I won't have to deal with you constantly asking me out."
"Yeah well, I might just take up Marron on her offer and get together with her."
"Oh..."
"She does have a killer body."
"..."
"And she's uncommonly beautiful. She might be a great lay."
"That's nice."
"I'll be sure to let you know when it happens."
"Thanks, I'm sure I'll care."
"I know you won't, you don't care about anything."
"Yup, I'm an unfeeling ice bitch."
"Yes you are."
"And I'm not a great lay."
"I can't say anything about that."
"I'm not pretty, and guys really don't like me. I think she was saying that to make me feel better."
"Whoever said you weren't pretty was lying his ass off."
"You think I'm pretty?"
"Yeah...but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. Bye Bulma, I've got a plane to catch." Grabbing his bag, he headed for the gate.
"Vegeta..." Watching him, she could feel the tears running down her face. Turning around, she hugged her stomach and started walking away.
Stopping right outside the gate, he smiled sadly. "Hey Bulma, I would miss you too."
"No you wouldn't you liar."
"Yeah I would...you're the only person who talks to me without expecting something of me."
"Oh..." She didn't turn her head when she answered. "You're full of shit Vegeta."
"I might be full of shit but at least I'm not giving up my life like you are."
"I'm not giving up my life...I'm giving up..."
"What are you giving up? Certainly not on love, you don't have a heart. It can't be sex; you don't have a sex life. So what is it you're giving up?"
"I'm not sure...I thought I knew what I wanted once."
"You're still a kid, you'll never know what you want."
"I'm not a kid."
"Don't kid yourself Bulma, I know you."
"If you knew me then you wouldn't be acting like an asshole because you would know that I hate that."
"I know you hate me. You've always hated me and I tried, like a fool, to get you to notice me. But hey, you're getting your dammed millionaire and I'm going back home."
"Of course." Closing her eyes, she imagined life without him then shook her head. "Goodbye Vegeta."
"Saying goodbye is for the weak."
"I must be a very weak person then."
"I'll see you around."
"No you won't." Walking away, she cried harder then ran off.
Watching her, he sighed. "I love you Bulma...that's why I didn't want you to stay here." Boarding the plane, he took his seat.
"I really don't know why you didn't just go after her boy."
He looked up as Mrs. Smith took the seat beside him. "What?"
"Why didn't you go after the poor girl?"
"Why should I have gone after her?"
Sighing, the older woman folded her hands over her knee then looked out the window. "You know, this is a wonderful place to live...very romantic during the winter and summer...is perfect. I always found it was the perfect place for young lovers just starting out."
"Yeah well...I'm not starting out with anyone."
"Ah, that's right, you let her go."
"Let who go? Bulma?"
She lifted a brow.
"She hates me."
"Are you so sure about that?"
"Of course...I'm always sure when a woman hates me. You hate me."
"I don't hate you boy."
"Then why did you totally not fall for..."
"I'm happily married and used to those moves. My husband was the expert."
"Oh."
"Besides, I think you're making a huge mistake."
"I..."
"Let me tell you a little story about our friend here."
"Umm."
"But maybe we should get off the plane first."
"Good idea." Grabbing his bags, he ran off the plane behind her then followed her to her limo while listening to what she was telling him.
"So she was doing this to find out how you really felt. Unfortunately the poor girl doesn't understand how to see the signs."
"What signs?"
"Of a man desperately in love."
"I wouldn't go so far as saying I was desperately in love with her...but I do love her."
"Of course you do boy."
"Was there anything else?"
"No...I think she'll let you know the things I didn't tell you. Some things aren't meant to be said by others."
"So...where is she?"
"I have a nice little cabin that she's staying in for the weekend. She had planned on going back home after extra time away from everyone else."
"But she said..."
"Exactly what I told her to say. Some of the things she said were from her own mouth but the rest were my words."
"Oh..."
"She's a lovely girl isn't she?"
"Yeah...and she has the cutest stomach I've ever seen."
"Oh, so you saw her stomach?"
"Among other things...that she doesn't know about yet."
"Such as?"
"There are some things best not told."
"Don't mock me boy."
"Did she ever tell you about something that happened to her the day she got put on this deal?"
"No."
He grinned then lifted a brow. "I almost gave her an orgasm...and it would have been her first."
"Really?"
"Yeah but she doesn't know it was me. I was...messing around with her computer and didn't want to get caught so I hid beneath her desk again. Sometimes she gets very daring...I like it when she isn't wearing underwear."
"She's a wild one."
"She tasted like sugar."
"Sweet and pure?"
"Yeah...how did you know?"
"You don't get any purer than sugar dear."
"True."
"Now then, I'm going to have my driver take us to the cabin and drop you off. I'll be hoping to see the two of you on Monday."
"Yes ma'am."
"And don't screw up this time. Tell her how you feel so she doesn't feel so bad about loving you."
"Yes ma'am."