Last time:
"Really?" she laughed. "I guess I've been too reoccupied. But hey, I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom, honey." She kissed his cheek one last time for good measure and jogged off towards her car, just as Krillin was getting there and hopped in.
Across the parking lot Omezo watched her small blue sport's car speed away, not being able to ease the strange feeling that was building in his stomach.
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Vegeta walked leisurely through the living room of his hotel room to the front door, sipping his coffee as he went. He opened the door, bent down to retrieve the newspaper and magazines he'd requested, and spit his coffee all over.
"What the hell!?" he yelled, dropping the mug and not caring that it soaked into the hallway carpeting. He dashed two doors down and pounding frantically on the door until 18 answered, none too pleased to be woken by him after such a restless night. "What the hell is this about?" he snapped, shoving one of the two magazines he'd requested in her face. "I know how much you talk to her."
"Give me that," 18 sighed, and pulled him into her room and slammed the door. She took a seat on the couch and examined the front cover, smiling inwardly at what she saw. It was Bulma walking down a miscellaneous street, her body pressed tight against a man with his arm around her that 18 guessed was Omezo. The caption below the image read: Is this new mystery man The One for Capsule Corp. Heiress Bulma Briefs, or is he only a way to keep her mind off punk rocker Vegeta Ouji? "I don't see what the problem is. I think it's a very nice picture."
"I don't give a damn about picture quality. Who is that man?"
"Why?" Now 18 felt free to let herself smile. He was jealous, an emotion she rarely knew him to use. "What's it matter? She didn't mean anything to you. Maybe the dumb magazine is right. Maybe she's really in love with the guy."
"You knew about him."
"Yes. His name is Omezo and he goes to school with her. What's the big deal? It's not like she's been with him forever. They just started dating a few weeks ago."
"You should have told me."
"Why? You still haven't told me why you're obsessing over this."
"I'm not obsessing," Vegeta huffed, finally taking a seat beside her.
"I think you care about her."
"Screw you, 18."
"No, really. Why else would you agree to try to reconcile with her? Or care if she's seeing someone else?"
"She was different, ok? The other girls didn't care if I ever talked to them again, even the ones who filed lawsuits. They only wanted media attention…But her," he said, pointing to the magazine cover. "She was different. She was upset for herself when I cheated on her and I don't understand how she's with another guy so soon."
"So soon? Vegeta, it's been like two months. Besides, did you really think she liked you that much? I mean, to be so torn up about it that she didn't date for a year? Come on. She's not naïve, Vegeta. She didn't let herself fall for you that hard."
Vegeta only grunted and leaned back, unable to stop looking at the magazine.
"She should have told me."
"Why?" 18 turned to him, setting the magazine face down on the coffee table. "Look, she's over you. She doesn't care if you go off with a million other girls. You slept with someone else when you were supposed to be her boyfriend, so you shouldn't care who she sees either. She doesn't need to tell you when she's seeing someone new. You have no say in what she does."
"I was with her all day Saturday and she never mentioned that muscle-brain once. And look at the guy. Must be a football player and a moron, too. He's not her type."
"Vegeta, are you feeling ok? You sound like 17 or something. I've never heard you talk about a girl like this."
"Shut up," he demanded, then stood and stormed out of the room.
18 grabbed up the magazine again and flipped to the article they had about Bulma and Omezo, all the while not being able to keep from smiling to her ears. It was just the reaction she was hoping for.
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"Let me see!" Bulma cried happily as she dashed across the room to the front door. Chi-Chi held out her arms playfully as if telling her to stop. "Kami," she whispered, as she knelt down and placed her hands on Chi-Chi's belly. There was just the slightest hint of a bump that no one would have noticed unless they knew she was pregnant. "When did you notice it?"
"Yesterday," Chi-Chi said, finally stepping into the living room. "Well, last night. I was on the phone with Goku really late and then I looked down and saw a belly. At first I was horrified," she laughed, "'cause I thought I was getting fat, but then reality hit me and I talked Goku's ear off about if for the rest of the night."
"And they're coming home today?"
"Yup. I told Goku to bring everyone here if that's not a problem."
"Nope, not at all."
"Great. They're going to be in town for a few nights before flying to America." A frown sudden appeared in place of Chi-Chi's smile and she sunk into one of the living room chairs. "I'm going to miss him so much. A whole month without my Goku, its like torture…It IS torture!"
Bulma laughed, then walked over to the door after hearing the bell ring. No doubt it was Krillin and Maris, waiting for their chance to touch Chi-Chi's tiny belly as well. She was in for a surprise when she opened the door. Not only were Krillin and Maris there, but everyone else as well.
"You sure got here fast," she said to 18, who shrugged and walked in, her arm slung over Krillin's shoulder. Goku barely got out a hello as he ran for Chi-Chi, immediately falling to his knees before her, his hands roaming all over her stomach. If no one knew she was pregnant it would have been a strange sight.
"Hey B," 17 said, giving her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before looping his arm around Maris again and entering the house.
The last person was Vegeta, whose glare seemed deeper than usual. Had something happened in the week she hadn't spoken to him?
"Did you eat a lemon?" she asked, surprising herself with how calm and content she was in his presence. Two weeks ago she would have chased him away wielding a frying pan. "You look…sour." She couldn't help laughing at that one. She glanced quickly at the rest of the group, who were so completely immersed in Chi-Chi that they didn't notice she and Vegeta still stood at the open door. "Aren't you going to come in?"
"Don't be a bitch, ok?" he said, and before Bulma could ask what he meant, he reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for one of the most passionate kisses she could remember. When he released her a moment later her head was reeling, though she quickly found her bearings.
"What the hell was that?" she snapped. "You are NOT allowed to touch me that way!"
"I said not to be a bitch."
"Yeah, well, it works both ways and you're being an insane jerk-off. What the hell was that all about? And you better not try that again, because I will make you sorry."
"I just wanted to see something," he stated monotone.
"See what? My tonsils?"
To her surprise he actually laughed. "No woman. I wanted to see your reaction when I did that."
"Umm, what would make you think you needed to test that? Of course I'm not going to let you kiss me, you moron. You cheated on me. It's not rocket science!"
"I was referring to your new boy toy."
"What?"
"That guy you're dating. Omezo."
"What about him?"
"Nevermind." Finally he walked in and took a seat beside Goku, though stayed away from the baby festivities. Bulma stood, stunned, for a moment, then followed suit and sat next to Krillin on the arm of the couch. What did kissing her like that have to do with Omezo? "So, woman, where is your lover boy?"
"Home."
"Why? Shouldn't he be here falling all over you?"
"He has a life besides me, Vegeta. Why? Are you jealous?" Her lips curled into a devilish smirk. "That's not like you, Mr. Ego."
For several hours the group sat in Bulma's living room, simply chatting and enjoying each other's company. By two a.m., however, no one could deny their tiredness, and people started to leave by couples. First to go were Chi-Chi and Goku, though Chi-Chi refused at first, and only seemed to agree to soothe Goku's paranoia that she needed to rest or the baby would be deformed or something. Next were Krillin and 18, who couldn't keep their hands off each other, who inevitably took 17 and Maris along with them, for 17 and 18 came in the same car and were going to the same place.
That left only Vegeta, who, at 2:15, didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon.
"Aren't you going to go too?" Bulma yawned, coming back into the living room after grabbing a glass of milk.
"Not yet," he said, lying down on the couch and making himself more comfortable. "Want to come join me?" he teased.
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes and took a seat on the couch perpendicular to the one he was on.
"Come on. You can't tell me that that kiss didn't mean anything to you."
"It didn't."
"It looked like it affected you."
"Well yeah," she scoffed. "You kissed me and I have a boyfriend. Of course it affected me."
"I meant in a good way," he sighed, then sat up. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't still want to be with me."
Bulma leveled his gaze, set down her milk, and said, "Vegeta, I do not want to be with you. You hurt me, we're over, and I'm fine with that now."
"Now?"
"Usually people are upset when they're cheated on, Vegeta. I know it's never happened to you before, but you've sure done it enough to know. I was sad for a week and then I moved on. No offense, but you're not much to cry over."
"You said you loved me."
"And you said the world without me was meaningless and you couldn't bear to be without me."
"I was quoting," he said, obviously annoyed that things weren't going his way.
"You still said it, which proves that nothing anyone says has to be true."
"How many guys have you ruined with that line?" Vegeta scoffed.
"None. I don't hurt people the way you do. And if I have, I didn't enjoy it and I didn't mean it."
"The thing with you, woman, is that no one believes you could lie to them. You put on this good girl façade and pull people into your happy little world, and then you say things like that and don't mean them and end up hurting people."
"Vegeta, what are you talking about? I haven't hurt anyone by saying that. I meant it with Yamcha, and he's the only guy I've said it too besides you, and you don't feel emotion like us humans do."
Vegeta wrinkled his nose at her insult.
"And what do you mean, put on a façade? What did you do with me? What are you doing now? I don't know who you are Vegeta and I never will. No one does and our ch—" She stopped herself before spilling her secret. Yes he should know, but not like this. Not during a fight. "Just stop with the games so we can be friends again. That's really what I want right now. I liked when it was just me and you hanging out, watching movies, and talking about Anzai. The other feelings just ruined everything. I got caught up in a relationship with you and dropped my guard. I should have never allowed that to happen, because then you wouldn't have had a chance to hurt me." She stopped there and startled Vegeta with laughter.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing. It's just weird, you know, what I'm saying. Wouldn't have a chance to hurt me? Kami, there's no manual for knowing a person like you, Vegeta. I'm actually justifying your infidelity because that's who you are. It's insane…But, you know what?"
"What?"
"I think I'm really good with this. You cheated on me, but that's ok now because I'm over it and I realized that me and you as a couple is like oil and water. We don't mix and we never will."
Vegeta looked at her strangely for a moment, then stood and walked out of the house without saying a word. Bulma quickly ran after him, catching up to him just as he got in his car.
"So, what do you say?" she asked, skidding to a stop.
"About what?"
"Are we friends again?"
Vegeta gave her the same look, but didn't answer.
"Well?"
"When weren't we friends?"
"When you screwed that girl. Honestly, Vegeta, it's like you live every day with a clean slated mind."
"Here." He reached into the back seat of his car and handed Bulma a rectangular object wrapped in brown paper. She knew exactly what it was without opening it.
"Vegeta. I gave this back to you for a reason."
"I know. The reason was we weren't friends."
"Why are you giving it back?"
"Honestly, woman," he sighed, starting the engine of his car. "You're the dumbest genius on earth."
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"Come on, Vegeta," 17 groaned, his back against the doorframe. "We're already late."
Vegeta ignored him, however, and continued to poke and feed the fire he'd started an hour before. It was 2:20, and they were all supposed to be at Maris's twenty minutes ago to spend their last day with them before going to the United States tomorrow. But, as it looked right now, Vegeta wasn't planning on going anywhere.
"What're you doing, anyway?" He walked over and crouched down to Vegeta's level and peered into the flames. "Vegeta, why are you burning magazines?" But then he saw a flash of Bulma's face just before the flames engulfed it. He stood slowly and collected his thoughts. Could Vegeta actually miss Bulma? He had been acting very strange since their break-up, even stranger than usual. "Vegeta, is there something you want to talk about?"
"No," he grunted, not looking up from the flames. A sparkle caught 17's eye.
"I see you found your necklace."
Nothing.
"Come on. Are you coming or not?"
"I'm not coming, so don't waste your time."
"Why not? Bulma won't like it if you don't say good-bye. You two are friends now, right?"
"News travels fast," he murmured under his breath.
"Fine. I'll see you at the airport tomorrow."
17 was just about out the door, when he turned back around. Something was completely wrong with the situation and he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer.
"You love her, don't you?"
Silence.
"You don't have to tell me, I can see it. That's why you've been acting so weird lately. You miss her and you love her and you're just now realizing it. You know you made a mistake and there's nothing you can do to change it." He sighed deeply. "I'm sorry to say this, but I did warn you. I told you you'd fall in love and she'd see through you and you'd end up alone. I'm sorry that I was right. Everyone deserves love…Even you."
"Are you going or what?" Vegeta hissed from the fire, not looking up.
17 shook his head sadly and exited the room, the vision of Bulma's burning face forever imprinted on his mind, and the look in Vegeta's eyes as he stared at the flames.
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---Chapter 7! Well, well, well, would you look at that? Interesting developments I have going on, huh? :P I like to think so anyway. Damn Vegeta! Why doesn't he go see Bulma before he leaves!?…Well, maybe because I wrote it that way, heehee. :P Oh silly me!
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"Really?" she laughed. "I guess I've been too reoccupied. But hey, I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom, honey." She kissed his cheek one last time for good measure and jogged off towards her car, just as Krillin was getting there and hopped in.
Across the parking lot Omezo watched her small blue sport's car speed away, not being able to ease the strange feeling that was building in his stomach.
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Vegeta walked leisurely through the living room of his hotel room to the front door, sipping his coffee as he went. He opened the door, bent down to retrieve the newspaper and magazines he'd requested, and spit his coffee all over.
"What the hell!?" he yelled, dropping the mug and not caring that it soaked into the hallway carpeting. He dashed two doors down and pounding frantically on the door until 18 answered, none too pleased to be woken by him after such a restless night. "What the hell is this about?" he snapped, shoving one of the two magazines he'd requested in her face. "I know how much you talk to her."
"Give me that," 18 sighed, and pulled him into her room and slammed the door. She took a seat on the couch and examined the front cover, smiling inwardly at what she saw. It was Bulma walking down a miscellaneous street, her body pressed tight against a man with his arm around her that 18 guessed was Omezo. The caption below the image read: Is this new mystery man The One for Capsule Corp. Heiress Bulma Briefs, or is he only a way to keep her mind off punk rocker Vegeta Ouji? "I don't see what the problem is. I think it's a very nice picture."
"I don't give a damn about picture quality. Who is that man?"
"Why?" Now 18 felt free to let herself smile. He was jealous, an emotion she rarely knew him to use. "What's it matter? She didn't mean anything to you. Maybe the dumb magazine is right. Maybe she's really in love with the guy."
"You knew about him."
"Yes. His name is Omezo and he goes to school with her. What's the big deal? It's not like she's been with him forever. They just started dating a few weeks ago."
"You should have told me."
"Why? You still haven't told me why you're obsessing over this."
"I'm not obsessing," Vegeta huffed, finally taking a seat beside her.
"I think you care about her."
"Screw you, 18."
"No, really. Why else would you agree to try to reconcile with her? Or care if she's seeing someone else?"
"She was different, ok? The other girls didn't care if I ever talked to them again, even the ones who filed lawsuits. They only wanted media attention…But her," he said, pointing to the magazine cover. "She was different. She was upset for herself when I cheated on her and I don't understand how she's with another guy so soon."
"So soon? Vegeta, it's been like two months. Besides, did you really think she liked you that much? I mean, to be so torn up about it that she didn't date for a year? Come on. She's not naïve, Vegeta. She didn't let herself fall for you that hard."
Vegeta only grunted and leaned back, unable to stop looking at the magazine.
"She should have told me."
"Why?" 18 turned to him, setting the magazine face down on the coffee table. "Look, she's over you. She doesn't care if you go off with a million other girls. You slept with someone else when you were supposed to be her boyfriend, so you shouldn't care who she sees either. She doesn't need to tell you when she's seeing someone new. You have no say in what she does."
"I was with her all day Saturday and she never mentioned that muscle-brain once. And look at the guy. Must be a football player and a moron, too. He's not her type."
"Vegeta, are you feeling ok? You sound like 17 or something. I've never heard you talk about a girl like this."
"Shut up," he demanded, then stood and stormed out of the room.
18 grabbed up the magazine again and flipped to the article they had about Bulma and Omezo, all the while not being able to keep from smiling to her ears. It was just the reaction she was hoping for.
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"Let me see!" Bulma cried happily as she dashed across the room to the front door. Chi-Chi held out her arms playfully as if telling her to stop. "Kami," she whispered, as she knelt down and placed her hands on Chi-Chi's belly. There was just the slightest hint of a bump that no one would have noticed unless they knew she was pregnant. "When did you notice it?"
"Yesterday," Chi-Chi said, finally stepping into the living room. "Well, last night. I was on the phone with Goku really late and then I looked down and saw a belly. At first I was horrified," she laughed, "'cause I thought I was getting fat, but then reality hit me and I talked Goku's ear off about if for the rest of the night."
"And they're coming home today?"
"Yup. I told Goku to bring everyone here if that's not a problem."
"Nope, not at all."
"Great. They're going to be in town for a few nights before flying to America." A frown sudden appeared in place of Chi-Chi's smile and she sunk into one of the living room chairs. "I'm going to miss him so much. A whole month without my Goku, its like torture…It IS torture!"
Bulma laughed, then walked over to the door after hearing the bell ring. No doubt it was Krillin and Maris, waiting for their chance to touch Chi-Chi's tiny belly as well. She was in for a surprise when she opened the door. Not only were Krillin and Maris there, but everyone else as well.
"You sure got here fast," she said to 18, who shrugged and walked in, her arm slung over Krillin's shoulder. Goku barely got out a hello as he ran for Chi-Chi, immediately falling to his knees before her, his hands roaming all over her stomach. If no one knew she was pregnant it would have been a strange sight.
"Hey B," 17 said, giving her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before looping his arm around Maris again and entering the house.
The last person was Vegeta, whose glare seemed deeper than usual. Had something happened in the week she hadn't spoken to him?
"Did you eat a lemon?" she asked, surprising herself with how calm and content she was in his presence. Two weeks ago she would have chased him away wielding a frying pan. "You look…sour." She couldn't help laughing at that one. She glanced quickly at the rest of the group, who were so completely immersed in Chi-Chi that they didn't notice she and Vegeta still stood at the open door. "Aren't you going to come in?"
"Don't be a bitch, ok?" he said, and before Bulma could ask what he meant, he reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for one of the most passionate kisses she could remember. When he released her a moment later her head was reeling, though she quickly found her bearings.
"What the hell was that?" she snapped. "You are NOT allowed to touch me that way!"
"I said not to be a bitch."
"Yeah, well, it works both ways and you're being an insane jerk-off. What the hell was that all about? And you better not try that again, because I will make you sorry."
"I just wanted to see something," he stated monotone.
"See what? My tonsils?"
To her surprise he actually laughed. "No woman. I wanted to see your reaction when I did that."
"Umm, what would make you think you needed to test that? Of course I'm not going to let you kiss me, you moron. You cheated on me. It's not rocket science!"
"I was referring to your new boy toy."
"What?"
"That guy you're dating. Omezo."
"What about him?"
"Nevermind." Finally he walked in and took a seat beside Goku, though stayed away from the baby festivities. Bulma stood, stunned, for a moment, then followed suit and sat next to Krillin on the arm of the couch. What did kissing her like that have to do with Omezo? "So, woman, where is your lover boy?"
"Home."
"Why? Shouldn't he be here falling all over you?"
"He has a life besides me, Vegeta. Why? Are you jealous?" Her lips curled into a devilish smirk. "That's not like you, Mr. Ego."
For several hours the group sat in Bulma's living room, simply chatting and enjoying each other's company. By two a.m., however, no one could deny their tiredness, and people started to leave by couples. First to go were Chi-Chi and Goku, though Chi-Chi refused at first, and only seemed to agree to soothe Goku's paranoia that she needed to rest or the baby would be deformed or something. Next were Krillin and 18, who couldn't keep their hands off each other, who inevitably took 17 and Maris along with them, for 17 and 18 came in the same car and were going to the same place.
That left only Vegeta, who, at 2:15, didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon.
"Aren't you going to go too?" Bulma yawned, coming back into the living room after grabbing a glass of milk.
"Not yet," he said, lying down on the couch and making himself more comfortable. "Want to come join me?" he teased.
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes and took a seat on the couch perpendicular to the one he was on.
"Come on. You can't tell me that that kiss didn't mean anything to you."
"It didn't."
"It looked like it affected you."
"Well yeah," she scoffed. "You kissed me and I have a boyfriend. Of course it affected me."
"I meant in a good way," he sighed, then sat up. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't still want to be with me."
Bulma leveled his gaze, set down her milk, and said, "Vegeta, I do not want to be with you. You hurt me, we're over, and I'm fine with that now."
"Now?"
"Usually people are upset when they're cheated on, Vegeta. I know it's never happened to you before, but you've sure done it enough to know. I was sad for a week and then I moved on. No offense, but you're not much to cry over."
"You said you loved me."
"And you said the world without me was meaningless and you couldn't bear to be without me."
"I was quoting," he said, obviously annoyed that things weren't going his way.
"You still said it, which proves that nothing anyone says has to be true."
"How many guys have you ruined with that line?" Vegeta scoffed.
"None. I don't hurt people the way you do. And if I have, I didn't enjoy it and I didn't mean it."
"The thing with you, woman, is that no one believes you could lie to them. You put on this good girl façade and pull people into your happy little world, and then you say things like that and don't mean them and end up hurting people."
"Vegeta, what are you talking about? I haven't hurt anyone by saying that. I meant it with Yamcha, and he's the only guy I've said it too besides you, and you don't feel emotion like us humans do."
Vegeta wrinkled his nose at her insult.
"And what do you mean, put on a façade? What did you do with me? What are you doing now? I don't know who you are Vegeta and I never will. No one does and our ch—" She stopped herself before spilling her secret. Yes he should know, but not like this. Not during a fight. "Just stop with the games so we can be friends again. That's really what I want right now. I liked when it was just me and you hanging out, watching movies, and talking about Anzai. The other feelings just ruined everything. I got caught up in a relationship with you and dropped my guard. I should have never allowed that to happen, because then you wouldn't have had a chance to hurt me." She stopped there and startled Vegeta with laughter.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"Nothing. It's just weird, you know, what I'm saying. Wouldn't have a chance to hurt me? Kami, there's no manual for knowing a person like you, Vegeta. I'm actually justifying your infidelity because that's who you are. It's insane…But, you know what?"
"What?"
"I think I'm really good with this. You cheated on me, but that's ok now because I'm over it and I realized that me and you as a couple is like oil and water. We don't mix and we never will."
Vegeta looked at her strangely for a moment, then stood and walked out of the house without saying a word. Bulma quickly ran after him, catching up to him just as he got in his car.
"So, what do you say?" she asked, skidding to a stop.
"About what?"
"Are we friends again?"
Vegeta gave her the same look, but didn't answer.
"Well?"
"When weren't we friends?"
"When you screwed that girl. Honestly, Vegeta, it's like you live every day with a clean slated mind."
"Here." He reached into the back seat of his car and handed Bulma a rectangular object wrapped in brown paper. She knew exactly what it was without opening it.
"Vegeta. I gave this back to you for a reason."
"I know. The reason was we weren't friends."
"Why are you giving it back?"
"Honestly, woman," he sighed, starting the engine of his car. "You're the dumbest genius on earth."
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"Come on, Vegeta," 17 groaned, his back against the doorframe. "We're already late."
Vegeta ignored him, however, and continued to poke and feed the fire he'd started an hour before. It was 2:20, and they were all supposed to be at Maris's twenty minutes ago to spend their last day with them before going to the United States tomorrow. But, as it looked right now, Vegeta wasn't planning on going anywhere.
"What're you doing, anyway?" He walked over and crouched down to Vegeta's level and peered into the flames. "Vegeta, why are you burning magazines?" But then he saw a flash of Bulma's face just before the flames engulfed it. He stood slowly and collected his thoughts. Could Vegeta actually miss Bulma? He had been acting very strange since their break-up, even stranger than usual. "Vegeta, is there something you want to talk about?"
"No," he grunted, not looking up from the flames. A sparkle caught 17's eye.
"I see you found your necklace."
Nothing.
"Come on. Are you coming or not?"
"I'm not coming, so don't waste your time."
"Why not? Bulma won't like it if you don't say good-bye. You two are friends now, right?"
"News travels fast," he murmured under his breath.
"Fine. I'll see you at the airport tomorrow."
17 was just about out the door, when he turned back around. Something was completely wrong with the situation and he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer.
"You love her, don't you?"
Silence.
"You don't have to tell me, I can see it. That's why you've been acting so weird lately. You miss her and you love her and you're just now realizing it. You know you made a mistake and there's nothing you can do to change it." He sighed deeply. "I'm sorry to say this, but I did warn you. I told you you'd fall in love and she'd see through you and you'd end up alone. I'm sorry that I was right. Everyone deserves love…Even you."
"Are you going or what?" Vegeta hissed from the fire, not looking up.
17 shook his head sadly and exited the room, the vision of Bulma's burning face forever imprinted on his mind, and the look in Vegeta's eyes as he stared at the flames.
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---Chapter 7! Well, well, well, would you look at that? Interesting developments I have going on, huh? :P I like to think so anyway. Damn Vegeta! Why doesn't he go see Bulma before he leaves!?…Well, maybe because I wrote it that way, heehee. :P Oh silly me!
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