Last time:
Mrs. Ouji only nodded and tried to hide her smile. There was only one reason he would go over there against Bulma's wishes and his better judgment.
"Good luck," she whispered as he disappeared out the door.
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Omezo stood by the sink, his hands behind him on the counter, his eyes focused on some unknown object on the floor. Bulma sat quietly at the table, a million and one thoughts running through her mind. She knew she couldn't begin to guess at what he was thinking, but something told her the outcome wouldn't be so good.
"How long have we known each other?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"About four months," Bulma said, narrowing her eyebrows. Where could he be going with that? "Why?"
He sighed deeply, then advanced in her direction. Suddenly he was sitting in front of her, holding her hands, and looking directly into her eyes. A moment later their lips met, but Bulma pulled back as soon as she realized what was happening.
"'Mez," she said when he didn't say anything. "Is everything ok?"
"No," he sighed, leaning back roughly. "Bulma, I don't know how to say this—"
"You found someone?"
"I wish," he laughed, trying to ease the tension.
"Just say it. Get it over with. You know you want to."
"Alright." He took a deep breath, grabbed Bulma's hands again, and said, "I think I'm in love with you."
Bulma gasped audibly, sat back, then burst into peels of laughter.
"I'm sorry," she sighed, catching her breath. "You sounded so serious."
"Bulma, I am serious. I've never felt this strongly about anyone. I…Look, when I first saw you there was something about you that caught my eye, but you were Bulma Briefs, Capsule Corp. Heiress. You know, do not speak unless spoken to."
"'Mez—"
"Let me finish…I never really gave you a second glance after that, but that day you pulled me aside changed my life. Maybe not right away, but over these past few months I've grown so attached to you. I don't want to lose you, and I know most of the time you were pretending—"
"I never pretended to care about you."
"The point is that I love you, and I don't want to just pretend to be your boyfriend anymore. I want to be with you for real."
Bulma let out a great sigh and leaned forward, taking Omezo's hands. The moment the words passed his lips he knew what the answer would be. What the answer had to be.
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Vegeta parked his car at the end of a long line of cars that stretched on for several blocks. At first he walked calmly towards the compound, but as the prospect of his intentions grew nearer, his strides turned into a jog, and soon he was running for Capsule Corp.
When he arrived at the front door, he simply walked in, only to find that the house was completely silent. He soon realized where everyone could be, and walked around to the back of the house, where immediately the sound of laughter pierced his ears. He scanned the yard for Bulma's blue locks, but she seemed to be nowhere.
"Hey you!" came a voice from behind him. He turned around and glared. It was Bulma's boyfriend, Omezo. It was the first time he'd seen the guy in person, and he wasn't any happier about it. "Green Dragon kid!"
"I'm three feet from you," Vegeta snapped. "Lower your damn voice."
"Why don't you back off, Dragon Boy?" Omezo slurred, the unmistakenable scent of vodka on his breath. "I don't remember Blooma inviting you to the party."
"Her name is Bulma," Vegeta growled, summoning all his willpower to keep from punching the drunken mess before him. Where had she come across a guy like him? Getting drunk at a graduation party? "And why don't you stop drinking? This isn't a damn kegger."
"What do you know?" Omezo shot back. "Besides playing crappy music, that is." A guttural laugh escaped his lips and he nearly tripped on the air as he stood in place. He righted himself just in time and stared directly into Vegeta's eyes. "What do you care, anyway? You cheated on the bitch."
"That bitch you are referring to is YOUR girlfriend, jackass."
"Girlfriend? Ha! That's what she thinks." Omezo leaned in, a little too close for Vegeta's comfort, and whispered in his ear as if they were old friends. "Do you have any idea how much publicity the boyfriend of Capsule Corp. Heiress gets? That other guy she dated was in the papers more times than her or her father. I'll be as famous as the Briefs!"
"She'll see right through you," Vegeta hissed, pushing him away roughly. Across the crowded lawn Bulma's head snapped up.
"The way she saw through you?" he laughed.
"Yes," he sighed. "That's exactly right…but at least I know what I lost! You're too brain dead that you won't know what you've given up! You can't even begin to comprehend it!"
"Oh, and Mr. High-and-Mighty does? What would you know about the broad?"
"A whole hell of a lot more than she thinks," he said through his teeth.
"Oh really?" Omezo asked stupidly.
"I know her favorite color is yellow," he snapped. "And I know she hates flowers, except for sunflowers because they're so yellow!" He was shaking now, and his eyes were beginning to burn. But he held strong. "She cries at Science Fiction movies because she loves science so much! And she hates wearing pigtails because she thinks they make her head look lopsided!"
"What the hell is going on?" Bulma snapped, finally reaching the source of all the yelling. "Vegeta! What—Get out off my property!"
From seemingly nowhere, 17 and 18 grabbed Vegeta from behind and pulled him back. But he wasn't about to go that easily. He still had a few more things he needed to tell her new boyfriend, things he knew he'd never have been able to say without the drunken jerk, and needed desperately to get off his chest.
"I know," he continued hoarsely, the tears now just beginning to break from his eyes, "that she can't stand odd numbers, because they aren't balanced! And that she loves animals so much that she won't even kill a stupid fly. I don't know her!?" He jerked himself free from the siblings' grasp and pointed rigidly at Omezo, who barely noticed, fighting all urges to punch him. The guy was lucky Bulma was right there. "I know her TOO much! More than I should, more than I want to, and nothing is going to make me forget that!"
With one last glare, Vegeta turned and stomped away, unknowledgeable of the fact that Bulma was now crumpled on the ground and crying into Krillin's shirt.
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"I don't even want to know what you thought you were doing," Bulma said, arms crossed as she paced her bedroom. Vegeta sat on her bed, staring out the window. He wasn't even hearing her words right now. He couldn't believe how bad things went and he was kicking himself for it now.
About ten minutes after Vegeta had stormed off, Bulma found her bearings and went to look for him. She didn't have to go far, for he was sitting right on the front porch. She told him to go wait in her room and that she'd be up after she got Omezo home.
"You had no right coming here, and especially not talking to Omezo."
"Some boyfriend he is," Vegeta scoffed, not looking at her.
"He's not my boyfriend, Vegeta."
He looked up, confused.
"18 had me hire a guy to pretend to be my boyfriend after me and you split. It was supposed to take the media focus off you and Green Dragon for a while so you could go about your business…Please don't be mad at 18. She was going to tell you, but I made her promise not to. I wouldn't agree unless she promised."
"This whole time—"
"Yes, this whole time…Don't think Omezo is a bad guy. He was really good to me."
"He said he was only with you for media attention."
"Vegeta, I know. I hired him. The reason he was so drunk and angry was because I turned him down. He told me he loved me today and I told him I couldn't be with him for real…I doubt I'll be seeing much of him anymore."
"You do that to a lot of guys," he said angrily, then stood and went for the door. "How are we going to raise a baby, Bulma!?" Even from across the room, she could see his eyes were glistening. "You push me away and then you pull me back! You're a Kami damned yo-yo! All I want right now is to be with you and that's the furthest thing from your mind! You hate me just as much as I hate myself for what I did!…I know I can't undo it, but I don't want this shit anymore. If we're going to do this, and me and you can't be together, then we need to be civil, because I can't even concentrate on my work anymore!"
"Civil!?" Bulma snapped back. "That's all I ever wanted from you, Vegeta! From the beginning that's all I wanted and now you want it too? Look, I don't know what the hell's been wrong with you, but it needs to stop. No more fighting. We're either civil, or we don't talk. It's that simple. We need to do this for the baby, so you better be on board!"
"Woman, I am definitely on board!"
"So when the hell does this start!?"
Vegeta scowled deep, then walked over to Bulma and pulled her into a hug. The feel of her ever-growing stomach gave him a chill, but he held tight. Slowly he pulled back and placed a hand on her belly.
"This is going to do some damage," Bulma whispered, her forehead still touching Vegeta's.
"You're telling me," he scoffed.
"I hate to pretend and make you pretend, but I refuse to let Trunks have a bad upbringing because of us…And, who knows, maybe you'll become a better person out of it."
Vegeta let out a small laugh, kissed her quickly on the forehead, then left the room so she could return to her party.
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"Can you hand me those eggs?" Mrs. Ouji said, pushing her bangs from her eyes. Vegeta got up from his stool, grabbed the three eggs that had wondered in different directions, and handed them to his mother. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"Not now," he sighed with a heavy scowl as he watched her crack the eggs and put them in a bowl. "What're you making?"
"Just some—"
"You know that Omezo guy wasn't even her real boyfriend," he interrupted. Mrs. Ouji smiled. She knew he needed to talk about this. "She hired the moron to pretend to be her boyfriend because my great friend 18 asked her to. 18! Where does she get off doing that?"
"What happened after you found out about the boyfriend?" she pressed.
"We're going to be civil," he scoffed. "After all that's happened that's all she wants. Civility."
"And you don't want that?" She held out her spoon to offer him a taste. He took the spoon, but only held it.
"I want her, mother. I thought that was pretty damn obvious."
"Only her?"
"Yes, only her."
"Tell me again why you two broke up," she said, taking the spoon back to continue stirring.
"I made a mistake. I regret it and I'm trying to forget about it."
"But why did you do that?"
"I don't know why I do half the shit I do," he hissed, then sat back down on the stool. "All I know is that I didn't feel right with Bulma. It wasn't like me to be the way that I was."
"So you're saying you were afraid of change?"
"Sure, doctor."
"Don't get hostile with me, Vegeta Ouji," she said, bringing up her motherly tone. "I'm trying to help you. I want you to get Bulma back, and not just because you need to be a family for Trunks, but because I know how good you two are together. She loves you and you love her." Vegeta rolled his eyes, but she ignored him. "I can see it in both of you. It reminds me of your father and myself…What you two could have is worth all this pain and disappoint."
"It won't be worth a damn if I can't get her back. She's so hell-bent on hating me that she doesn't see anything else."
"Remind you of someone?"
"Who?"
Mrs. Ouji only smiled and went back to stirring.
"Shut up," he snapped. "Don't you dare compare her to me."
"Why not?"
"She's a good person, that's why. And if she's really acting like me then I don't want to try to win her back. I won't corrupt her anymore!" he yelled, banging a fist on the counter. "I've ruined enough people. I have to stop or I'll get out of control, and I need that control."
"I love you, Vegeta," she sighed, smiling wide. "You've grown so much with your experiences over these past few months."
"Whatever," he scoffed, then left the room. There was a song he needed to finish before the band had practice in two days. Hopefully that would keep his mind off his problems.
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"What are you trying to say?" 17 asked, furrowing his brow. He hadn't touched his dinner since it arrived at the table. The turn their conversation took caught him completely off guard. "You would take Vegeta back?"
"No, no," she said quickly, then took a sip of water in an attempt to calm her nerves. Her nerves always needed to be calmed now. "Well, I mean. I don't know 17. It would be different if he wasn't pursuing me."
"And that justifies what he did?" he snapped unintentionally. "Look B, I know you miss him and what the two of you used to have, but you can never have that again. He hurt you, therefore he doesn't deserve you. Plain and simple…I never thought he deserved you."
"That's sweet," she laughed, then brought back her serious tone. "But you don't understand. He's been a complete different person. Even more so than when he was trying to get me in the sack before. His mother tells me all these things. Just little things, like stuff he does when he thinks no one's around." She took another drink of water, this time bigger and larger, giving herself more time to collect her thoughts. "17, I can't get the other day out of my head. He didn't know I was there and he said all those things. He remembered all that about me. I just…Oh forget it."
"No, tell me."
"You'll disagree with me."
"Sometimes that's how conversations go," he laughed, then reached across the table and gently grabbed one of her hands.
"I think he's it."
17 arched an eyebrow, then said, "Like The One?"
"Something like that," she sighed. "I don't know. I can't stop loving him and I don't think I want to now. I said before that I couldn't love and hate him at the same time, and I don't know how much I hate him anymore."
"But you don't know how he feels about all that."
"Obviously he can stand me. That's a start."
"Just don't get hurt, B." He smiled sadly at her, then leaned back. "'Cause, you know, I don't want to have to kick his ass."
"Yeah, I kind of want Trunks' father in one piece," she laughed, and they finally started to eat.
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Vegeta finished wrapping the package, looked it over, then wrote the correct address on it. He made sure not to put his return address, for then the package would never reach her. With one last look at his room—his old life—he took a deep breath and headed out for the post office.
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Mrs. Ouji only nodded and tried to hide her smile. There was only one reason he would go over there against Bulma's wishes and his better judgment.
"Good luck," she whispered as he disappeared out the door.
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Omezo stood by the sink, his hands behind him on the counter, his eyes focused on some unknown object on the floor. Bulma sat quietly at the table, a million and one thoughts running through her mind. She knew she couldn't begin to guess at what he was thinking, but something told her the outcome wouldn't be so good.
"How long have we known each other?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"About four months," Bulma said, narrowing her eyebrows. Where could he be going with that? "Why?"
He sighed deeply, then advanced in her direction. Suddenly he was sitting in front of her, holding her hands, and looking directly into her eyes. A moment later their lips met, but Bulma pulled back as soon as she realized what was happening.
"'Mez," she said when he didn't say anything. "Is everything ok?"
"No," he sighed, leaning back roughly. "Bulma, I don't know how to say this—"
"You found someone?"
"I wish," he laughed, trying to ease the tension.
"Just say it. Get it over with. You know you want to."
"Alright." He took a deep breath, grabbed Bulma's hands again, and said, "I think I'm in love with you."
Bulma gasped audibly, sat back, then burst into peels of laughter.
"I'm sorry," she sighed, catching her breath. "You sounded so serious."
"Bulma, I am serious. I've never felt this strongly about anyone. I…Look, when I first saw you there was something about you that caught my eye, but you were Bulma Briefs, Capsule Corp. Heiress. You know, do not speak unless spoken to."
"'Mez—"
"Let me finish…I never really gave you a second glance after that, but that day you pulled me aside changed my life. Maybe not right away, but over these past few months I've grown so attached to you. I don't want to lose you, and I know most of the time you were pretending—"
"I never pretended to care about you."
"The point is that I love you, and I don't want to just pretend to be your boyfriend anymore. I want to be with you for real."
Bulma let out a great sigh and leaned forward, taking Omezo's hands. The moment the words passed his lips he knew what the answer would be. What the answer had to be.
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Vegeta parked his car at the end of a long line of cars that stretched on for several blocks. At first he walked calmly towards the compound, but as the prospect of his intentions grew nearer, his strides turned into a jog, and soon he was running for Capsule Corp.
When he arrived at the front door, he simply walked in, only to find that the house was completely silent. He soon realized where everyone could be, and walked around to the back of the house, where immediately the sound of laughter pierced his ears. He scanned the yard for Bulma's blue locks, but she seemed to be nowhere.
"Hey you!" came a voice from behind him. He turned around and glared. It was Bulma's boyfriend, Omezo. It was the first time he'd seen the guy in person, and he wasn't any happier about it. "Green Dragon kid!"
"I'm three feet from you," Vegeta snapped. "Lower your damn voice."
"Why don't you back off, Dragon Boy?" Omezo slurred, the unmistakenable scent of vodka on his breath. "I don't remember Blooma inviting you to the party."
"Her name is Bulma," Vegeta growled, summoning all his willpower to keep from punching the drunken mess before him. Where had she come across a guy like him? Getting drunk at a graduation party? "And why don't you stop drinking? This isn't a damn kegger."
"What do you know?" Omezo shot back. "Besides playing crappy music, that is." A guttural laugh escaped his lips and he nearly tripped on the air as he stood in place. He righted himself just in time and stared directly into Vegeta's eyes. "What do you care, anyway? You cheated on the bitch."
"That bitch you are referring to is YOUR girlfriend, jackass."
"Girlfriend? Ha! That's what she thinks." Omezo leaned in, a little too close for Vegeta's comfort, and whispered in his ear as if they were old friends. "Do you have any idea how much publicity the boyfriend of Capsule Corp. Heiress gets? That other guy she dated was in the papers more times than her or her father. I'll be as famous as the Briefs!"
"She'll see right through you," Vegeta hissed, pushing him away roughly. Across the crowded lawn Bulma's head snapped up.
"The way she saw through you?" he laughed.
"Yes," he sighed. "That's exactly right…but at least I know what I lost! You're too brain dead that you won't know what you've given up! You can't even begin to comprehend it!"
"Oh, and Mr. High-and-Mighty does? What would you know about the broad?"
"A whole hell of a lot more than she thinks," he said through his teeth.
"Oh really?" Omezo asked stupidly.
"I know her favorite color is yellow," he snapped. "And I know she hates flowers, except for sunflowers because they're so yellow!" He was shaking now, and his eyes were beginning to burn. But he held strong. "She cries at Science Fiction movies because she loves science so much! And she hates wearing pigtails because she thinks they make her head look lopsided!"
"What the hell is going on?" Bulma snapped, finally reaching the source of all the yelling. "Vegeta! What—Get out off my property!"
From seemingly nowhere, 17 and 18 grabbed Vegeta from behind and pulled him back. But he wasn't about to go that easily. He still had a few more things he needed to tell her new boyfriend, things he knew he'd never have been able to say without the drunken jerk, and needed desperately to get off his chest.
"I know," he continued hoarsely, the tears now just beginning to break from his eyes, "that she can't stand odd numbers, because they aren't balanced! And that she loves animals so much that she won't even kill a stupid fly. I don't know her!?" He jerked himself free from the siblings' grasp and pointed rigidly at Omezo, who barely noticed, fighting all urges to punch him. The guy was lucky Bulma was right there. "I know her TOO much! More than I should, more than I want to, and nothing is going to make me forget that!"
With one last glare, Vegeta turned and stomped away, unknowledgeable of the fact that Bulma was now crumpled on the ground and crying into Krillin's shirt.
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"I don't even want to know what you thought you were doing," Bulma said, arms crossed as she paced her bedroom. Vegeta sat on her bed, staring out the window. He wasn't even hearing her words right now. He couldn't believe how bad things went and he was kicking himself for it now.
About ten minutes after Vegeta had stormed off, Bulma found her bearings and went to look for him. She didn't have to go far, for he was sitting right on the front porch. She told him to go wait in her room and that she'd be up after she got Omezo home.
"You had no right coming here, and especially not talking to Omezo."
"Some boyfriend he is," Vegeta scoffed, not looking at her.
"He's not my boyfriend, Vegeta."
He looked up, confused.
"18 had me hire a guy to pretend to be my boyfriend after me and you split. It was supposed to take the media focus off you and Green Dragon for a while so you could go about your business…Please don't be mad at 18. She was going to tell you, but I made her promise not to. I wouldn't agree unless she promised."
"This whole time—"
"Yes, this whole time…Don't think Omezo is a bad guy. He was really good to me."
"He said he was only with you for media attention."
"Vegeta, I know. I hired him. The reason he was so drunk and angry was because I turned him down. He told me he loved me today and I told him I couldn't be with him for real…I doubt I'll be seeing much of him anymore."
"You do that to a lot of guys," he said angrily, then stood and went for the door. "How are we going to raise a baby, Bulma!?" Even from across the room, she could see his eyes were glistening. "You push me away and then you pull me back! You're a Kami damned yo-yo! All I want right now is to be with you and that's the furthest thing from your mind! You hate me just as much as I hate myself for what I did!…I know I can't undo it, but I don't want this shit anymore. If we're going to do this, and me and you can't be together, then we need to be civil, because I can't even concentrate on my work anymore!"
"Civil!?" Bulma snapped back. "That's all I ever wanted from you, Vegeta! From the beginning that's all I wanted and now you want it too? Look, I don't know what the hell's been wrong with you, but it needs to stop. No more fighting. We're either civil, or we don't talk. It's that simple. We need to do this for the baby, so you better be on board!"
"Woman, I am definitely on board!"
"So when the hell does this start!?"
Vegeta scowled deep, then walked over to Bulma and pulled her into a hug. The feel of her ever-growing stomach gave him a chill, but he held tight. Slowly he pulled back and placed a hand on her belly.
"This is going to do some damage," Bulma whispered, her forehead still touching Vegeta's.
"You're telling me," he scoffed.
"I hate to pretend and make you pretend, but I refuse to let Trunks have a bad upbringing because of us…And, who knows, maybe you'll become a better person out of it."
Vegeta let out a small laugh, kissed her quickly on the forehead, then left the room so she could return to her party.
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"Can you hand me those eggs?" Mrs. Ouji said, pushing her bangs from her eyes. Vegeta got up from his stool, grabbed the three eggs that had wondered in different directions, and handed them to his mother. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"Not now," he sighed with a heavy scowl as he watched her crack the eggs and put them in a bowl. "What're you making?"
"Just some—"
"You know that Omezo guy wasn't even her real boyfriend," he interrupted. Mrs. Ouji smiled. She knew he needed to talk about this. "She hired the moron to pretend to be her boyfriend because my great friend 18 asked her to. 18! Where does she get off doing that?"
"What happened after you found out about the boyfriend?" she pressed.
"We're going to be civil," he scoffed. "After all that's happened that's all she wants. Civility."
"And you don't want that?" She held out her spoon to offer him a taste. He took the spoon, but only held it.
"I want her, mother. I thought that was pretty damn obvious."
"Only her?"
"Yes, only her."
"Tell me again why you two broke up," she said, taking the spoon back to continue stirring.
"I made a mistake. I regret it and I'm trying to forget about it."
"But why did you do that?"
"I don't know why I do half the shit I do," he hissed, then sat back down on the stool. "All I know is that I didn't feel right with Bulma. It wasn't like me to be the way that I was."
"So you're saying you were afraid of change?"
"Sure, doctor."
"Don't get hostile with me, Vegeta Ouji," she said, bringing up her motherly tone. "I'm trying to help you. I want you to get Bulma back, and not just because you need to be a family for Trunks, but because I know how good you two are together. She loves you and you love her." Vegeta rolled his eyes, but she ignored him. "I can see it in both of you. It reminds me of your father and myself…What you two could have is worth all this pain and disappoint."
"It won't be worth a damn if I can't get her back. She's so hell-bent on hating me that she doesn't see anything else."
"Remind you of someone?"
"Who?"
Mrs. Ouji only smiled and went back to stirring.
"Shut up," he snapped. "Don't you dare compare her to me."
"Why not?"
"She's a good person, that's why. And if she's really acting like me then I don't want to try to win her back. I won't corrupt her anymore!" he yelled, banging a fist on the counter. "I've ruined enough people. I have to stop or I'll get out of control, and I need that control."
"I love you, Vegeta," she sighed, smiling wide. "You've grown so much with your experiences over these past few months."
"Whatever," he scoffed, then left the room. There was a song he needed to finish before the band had practice in two days. Hopefully that would keep his mind off his problems.
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"What are you trying to say?" 17 asked, furrowing his brow. He hadn't touched his dinner since it arrived at the table. The turn their conversation took caught him completely off guard. "You would take Vegeta back?"
"No, no," she said quickly, then took a sip of water in an attempt to calm her nerves. Her nerves always needed to be calmed now. "Well, I mean. I don't know 17. It would be different if he wasn't pursuing me."
"And that justifies what he did?" he snapped unintentionally. "Look B, I know you miss him and what the two of you used to have, but you can never have that again. He hurt you, therefore he doesn't deserve you. Plain and simple…I never thought he deserved you."
"That's sweet," she laughed, then brought back her serious tone. "But you don't understand. He's been a complete different person. Even more so than when he was trying to get me in the sack before. His mother tells me all these things. Just little things, like stuff he does when he thinks no one's around." She took another drink of water, this time bigger and larger, giving herself more time to collect her thoughts. "17, I can't get the other day out of my head. He didn't know I was there and he said all those things. He remembered all that about me. I just…Oh forget it."
"No, tell me."
"You'll disagree with me."
"Sometimes that's how conversations go," he laughed, then reached across the table and gently grabbed one of her hands.
"I think he's it."
17 arched an eyebrow, then said, "Like The One?"
"Something like that," she sighed. "I don't know. I can't stop loving him and I don't think I want to now. I said before that I couldn't love and hate him at the same time, and I don't know how much I hate him anymore."
"But you don't know how he feels about all that."
"Obviously he can stand me. That's a start."
"Just don't get hurt, B." He smiled sadly at her, then leaned back. "'Cause, you know, I don't want to have to kick his ass."
"Yeah, I kind of want Trunks' father in one piece," she laughed, and they finally started to eat.
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Vegeta finished wrapping the package, looked it over, then wrote the correct address on it. He made sure not to put his return address, for then the package would never reach her. With one last look at his room—his old life—he took a deep breath and headed out for the post office.
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---Chapter 12!!! :D Aren't I the best? I have homework and I still managed to get another chapter out. And OMG! I love this :P I know I'm a little bias, but I think you'll like it too.
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