HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tis me once again, fair people! I'm SOOOOOOO sorry for not updating in AGES! I know you all hate me! I'M SORRY! Anyway, in this chappie, things take a turn towards the main plot of the story and things get a little more interesting! I hope you enjoy this one!
Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine. Stupid copyright laws.
On with the show... Er, chapter.
CHAPTER 5
Bulma blearily opened her eyes and sat up in bed. As usual, the dent where Vegeta had lain was cold. He was most probably in the GR now, trying to show-off his manly skills by doing the only thing he- and the majority of the rest of the male population bar a few- knew how- by hitting things. And blasting things. And, on the odd occasion, head butting things. Bulma smirked. It was good to know that the majority of the male population hadn't changed since their Neanderthal relatives were expressing their advanced level of vocabulary by pointing and grunting- a trait which many men still adopted to this day. It made work for scientists, geologists and historians so much easier when they could actually see where the evolutionary leap took place.
Bulma slid out of bed and stumbled to the shower. As the warm water slid down her body, she woke up a bit more and smiled to herself. She should escape her lab for a bit today; maybe a shopping trip with Chi-Chi? She finished washing her hair and got out of the shower, wrapping an immensely large and fluffy towel around herself. After drying herself off, she put on a pair of cream cords and a dark green top which had sleeves that widened out as they got to her hands. As she put on her top, she lifted the pendant that was securely fastened around her neck by a gold chain. It was small and shaped like a tear-drop, but it was the colour of blood. Bulma frowned. The pendant, while usually a clear red, had turned almost smoky- as though a red light rippled through it. Strange, Bulma thought. It hasn't been like that for about eighteen years. Ever since I first found it.
FLASHBACK
Bulma and Vegeta kissed passionately in each other's arms. Vegeta pulled Bulma closer and started kissing down her neck. When he reached just above her collar bone, he bit down- marking her as his mate. The two lovers didn't notice a drop of blood running down Bulma's chest, touching the pendant. It flashed bright red, but the two lovers were still oblivious. The drop of blood continued to run down Bulma's body and ran down to the sheets, but, instead of being absorbed into the mattress, it rolled across to the edge of the bed, and squirmed, like some kind of maggot, to the floor, where it rolled across to a crack in the floorboards and rolled out of sight.
END FLASHBACK
Bulma shrugged. It didn't matter what her pendant looked like. It was her good luck charm. She tucked it under her top and went downstairs to have breakfast and to phone Chi-Chi.
Vegeta emerged from the gravity chamber after six hours straight- about forty minutes after Bulma woke up. He was slightly peckish, so he went to the kitchen for a light snack. Three Pizzas, seven bowls of cereal, three loaves of bread and five sodas later, he felt slightly satisfied and was walking back to the GR when he heard a giggle from the sitting room. He was about to just walk through as he normally would, but the mention of his name made him pause, outside the door. He made a quick decision and floated to the other phone in the kitchen. He picked it up, put it on silent so he couldn't be heard and held it to his ear.
"I know he cares Chi, but I'm just not sure how much. Kami knows he doesn't show it." Vegeta frowned. So she was talking to Kakarrot's Onna. And about him. He frowned and continued to listen.
"Look Bulma, You know that Vegeta cares. His pride stops him from telling you, but you know he's also so proud that if he didn't really love you, he wouldn't stay."
"I'd like to think that Chi, but I just can't help feeling like he's just lonely- or as lonely as Vegeta can get anyway-, and that he's only staying with me so as not to hurt me."
"Bulma, if he's staying with you so as not to hurt you, then doesn't that indicate that he cares? He loves you Bulma. I could see it yesterday when we all came over to your house. He loves you, and he wants to be with you for ever. I married one too, you know. When Saiyans mate, it's for life."
"I know, but sometimes it just doesn't feel like that. Thing is, we've only been seeing each other for a few days, but we've known each other for nearly two years, for most of which, I might add, I've been totally in love with him."
"I know, sweetie, I know. But do you think you two will plan to get married any time soon?" Chi-Chi's voice rose in excitement at the thought of a wedding.
"I don't know," Bulma's voice sounded doubtful. "Again, I think he cares for me, but I don't really see Vegeta as the marrying sort. I can't really see him going for the idea of a wedding. As far as he's concerned, I'm his mate, and he's mine, and that's all there really is to it. The thing is, ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamed about my perfect wedding. I wanted it to be quite small, but with white flowers everywhere, and I wanted my dress to be beautiful, long and white. I wanted a three tier cake and a beautiful hall for the reception. I even had my dress and bouquet picked out. But I guess that'll never happen with Vegeta. Don't get me wrong Chi-Chi, I'll miss not having my dream wedding, but I'd give up everything, just to be with Vegeta. I love him Chi. I know it's unrequited, but I love him, and I always will, even though I can't ever tell him. You know Vegeta; he'd scoff at "That weak human emotion" as he so fondly calls it. And he'd think I'd expect him to tell me that he loves me back, and then all this tension would build up and…"
"Bulma. CALM. DOWN." Chi-Chi's no-nonsense tone shut Bulma up immediately. "Just don't think about it, and try to carry on as normal. I know you two are meant to be together- Kami help you both. Everything will work out just fine. Now I have to go and make some food for He Who's Stomach Has No End. Commonly known as my husband." Bulma smiled.
"Ok Chi, and thanks. So I'll see you at one to go shopping?"
"Yeah, sure sweetie. See you soon. Bye!" The two women hung up, and Bulma proceeded to walk upstairs to get ready.
Vegeta hung the phone back up, slowly. The frown had not left his face. He walked into the now-empty sitting room and threw himself down on the couch. He knew he really should train, but he had too much to think about, so he switched on the television. Besides, he reasoned, if he watched something to do with fighting, he wouldn't be completely cheating. I anyone was to ask, he was…er….studying battle tactics, yeah, that was it. Battle tactics. Kickboxing battle tactics. Earthling, kickboxing battle tactics. He switched on to fight club to watch the heavy weight K1 kickboxing world championships.
He only half watched the TV. He was still thinking about all he had heard Bulma say. Yes, he was angry. He was very angry. But not with her. He was angry with himself. He tried to tell himself that he was angry that he had let himself get so emotionally involved. That was part of it, yes, but only a very small part. The main thing he was feeling angry about, was that he had caused the woman- HIS woman, feel sad that she would never have what she wanted. He was also angry with himself for making her feel that he didn't care. Of course he cared. It was just that he would rather face off against a hundred Freizas than admit it. Something on the coffee table caught his eye. It was a bridal magazine. On the cover was a smiling woman in a wedding dress that resembled a yeti. Vegeta shuddered. He noticed that a page near the middle was folded over. He turned to it and saw it was an advert for a wedding photographer. There was a sample of one of the pictures; a man and a woman held hands while walking out of the church. They both looked radiant, and so much in love with each other. Vegata studied the page more closely and discovered some spots where the colour was faded. He recognised them instantly as tear drops. He closed the book slowly and placed it gently on the table. He felt himself go numb, except for a horrible sensation in his stomach. It was an emotion that he had only felt once; as he lay dying two years ago on Namek. It was guilt.
ELSEWHERE
The thing squirmed its way out of the drained corpse. It has grown. And it had evolved. It chuckled evilly to itself. Its laugh was wet and rotten, like dead flesh. It stopped squirming and lay still. Suddenly, it erupted into a fierce writhing. It shrieked and thrashed on the ground. It grew larger, and out of its sides, just below its misshapen head, arms burst out, in a shower of putrid liquid. It smirked with its hideous mouth, and continued to move along the floor, this time, using its newly acquired arms to drag itself along.
That's it for today folks! I will try to update sooner next time I promise! But remember, the more you review, the sooner I update! I'm sorry that my chapters aren't long enough but I'll try to make them longer! I'll try, really I will! REVIEW! Ja ne.
