(Onna, listen to me - )
(You shut up! This is all your fault! KAMI-DAMNED FUCKING SON OF A BITCH COCK SUCKING FUCKING - ) the rest of the stream of curses followed that suit, as Bulma's anger, fear, confusion and even hurt poured out onto the Prince of the Sayains. And it *hurt*.
Never before had Vegeta felt emotional pain like this, the type that was so strong it manifested as physical pain, tearing his heart apart and stabbing at his stomach. (Kami, what did I do to you?!)
And this is what happened in the last chapter. Whew! Looks like Vegeta's got his work cut out for him now, doesn't he? And don't worry, B/V fans - you all know how these stories turn out. You'll just have to read on until I finish! And who knows! Perhaps it'll never finish! Mwahahaha - wait. You'll like that better! Vultures!! *Hiss*
And this is what is going to happen this time:
Vegeta was right now laying on his bed, waiting for Bulma to calm down. Her mental voice hadn't quit yet, and, thankfully, Vegeta had turned numb by now. He felt no pain or sting in her words anymore, which ought to be obvious after two hours of this hateful cursing. But then, that contradicted, didn't it? Bulma, just the previous night, had told him she loved him. And Earth females just didn't lie about things like that.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Right?
At this point, Vegeta had no clue what that answer would be. But she agreed to be his mate - she even pointed out that she had to bite him in order to make it true. That meant *something*, especially considering you couldn't take back being a mate to a Sayain.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Right?
(Dende, why am I being so unsure?! She wanted everything I gave her - my body, my soul, my very being, every last ounce of it - )
(Last night!!) Bulma's thought interrupted his. So she was still pissed off, huh? Oh, well.
(Have you calmed down yet? Enough to let me help you?)
(Go fuck yourself!!)
(Didn't you do that *for* me? No more than three hours ago?)
No response came, and for a moment, Vegeta had the hope that she had finally come around. He could've broken down her door, forced her to listen so he could help, but instead, he did the one thing he could to prove to her that he wanted to be with her - forever. He decided to wait.
For Sayains, waiting for a female to give herself to you was a gift beyond all caring. It was the Human equivalent of love. Bulma might not know that, but once she got his memories, she would. . . . . . (My memories. . . . . .)
And then it hit him, harder than he would have thought possible. She doesn't want his memories! It's not like Vegeta would be happy with every single memory of Bulma's, but his were almost pure destruction! Destruction, pain, bloodshed, horror, anarchy. . . . . . . Just about every bad thing you could muster up to fit the word.
(Shimatta!) Vegeta leapt up, bent on going to Bulma's room and trying to fix what he could of what was left from their relationship. There wasn't much left, but knowing Vegeta and his determination, he'd be able to do anything. Most especially now, when Bulma really needed his comfort and aid.
(But she's not going to accept my help!) Vegeta stopped mid-stride, hand on his door handle. (She wants nothing to do with me - HFIL, if I hadn't been so hasty with helping her cut. . .)
He smirked now, remembering their amazing night with the excuse of having to get her more active so her cut would heal.
His mind dirfted over the sensations, the curves, the heat, the softness, the very core of her and the things she brought him - rather, made him feel - for an unknown amount of time. All he knew was that last night (And this morning) wasn't a mistake, and that now he wouldn't ever be able to deny her anything.
Reality slammed into him again when he heard her mental chatter, but this sounded like she was talking to someone else, verbally, and was now collecting her thoughts.
(Okay, so this type of thing is normal. At least for a human. So, that means nothing different will happen to me. I think.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I hope.)
Vegeta blinked. Where was she? Feeling for her ki, he noticed it wasn't in the house anymore. Hell, it wasn't within his reach anymore! Swearing violently, he concentrateds on hearing the woman's thoughts, but deeper down, without letting her know he was doing it.
(*Painful*. . . . why must it hurt?)
(His memories? That's just dangerous. . .)
(. . . . I was too harsh. . . he didn't deserve all of that. . .)
(Alone. . . . . spent his entire life around living creatures, but always alone. . .)
(. . . . this link between us. . . wierd. . . .)
(Chichi has to help me. . . . Kami knows what will happen. . . .)
(. . . . . . . .pregnant? She can't be serious. . .)
Vegeta cut off the link there, knowing she must be at the Son household. Figures. Whenever she ahd a problem, she went there. Chichi for ideas, support, and help; Kakarot for the muscle to pull it off. (Kakarot??!!!)
Suddenly Vegeta felt for his ki, jumping when he felt it - no more than fifty miles away, closing in, and raised to a level that was nearly Super Sayain with rage.
Vegeta lowered his own ki, hoping to become invisible, but then, that wouldn't work, would it?
He went to his wondow, picking a spot for them to meet away from people who might hear, a place in a forest a few miles out of town. Kakarot was there three seconds later, letting his hand drop from his head.
(Well, he must've purposely given me ample time to know he was coming before Transmissioning like that.) "Hello, Kakarot. What do you want?"
"Bulma's at my house right now, hysterical and in tears." Good. He didn't waste any time getting to the point.
Vegeta's ego took over, not letting Kakarot know how that affected him. "And?" He turned away a little, so his left side faced Kakarot and he looked off at everything else.
"You shouldn't have bitten her, Vegeta. You know what that means?" Goke moved closer closing the space between them and looking down on Vegeta, almost like *he* was the Prince and Vegeta the third-class.
"I believe I know much more about Sayains than you do, Kakarot. Yes, I know."
"She's pregnant, fool!"
Vegeta jumped, both from the shock of the words and the sudden vehemence in his voice. That was *not* something you'd expect from Goku. But then, he too had emotions that rarely showed.
"And why do you care if I got her pregnant, third-class?!" Vegeta snapped. Like he was going to let Kakarot get away with yelling at him.
"Do you have ANY idea what she's like right now?! She's half-mad! She keeps crying about how she doesn't want any of your memories, how she *hates* YOU - now if not ever before - and how badly she regrets the night you two shared!!" Goke shook his head, taking a few steps back. "You could at the very least be there with her now - "
"Don't you think I tried?!!" Vegeta was *not* going to take his insults - most especially when he had no idea what Vegeta had and had not done. "She told me to, in a word, go to Hell! She doesn't *want* my help, so I'm just going to stay at that God-forsaken home of hers and do what I *can* - I'm going to wait!"
Goku blinked. He obviously didn't see how that would make anything better. (Ignorant third-class fuck.)
"Waiting is something not very many Sayain men do, Kakarot. Perhaps you should tell her, seeing as how I can't. Tell her that in Sayain mating, a male waiting is not something to be tossed away. I'm letting her come to me." Vegeta turned his back to the only other of his kind - which is really sad, once you think about it - to face CC. "Goodbye, Kakarot."
He took off then, back to his room, which was conveniently located just one door down from hers.
He didn't bother to look back at that fool, who was most likely still looking clueless. (I wouldn't be surprised if he was) Vegeta thought. Again he thought about the possibility that Goku simply had a one-digit IQ. Not a very farfetched idea, and if he did say so himself, Vegeta knew Kakarot enough to know that it probably was a good guess.
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And here's thirteen. If it sucks, blame the cursed number of the chapter. In other words, NOT MY FAULT!!
God only knows how I am managing to still be writing this after thirteen chapters, considering most of my stories die fatally after just six or seven. Oh, well. At least I'm still making B/V lovers happy!
See ya!
(You shut up! This is all your fault! KAMI-DAMNED FUCKING SON OF A BITCH COCK SUCKING FUCKING - ) the rest of the stream of curses followed that suit, as Bulma's anger, fear, confusion and even hurt poured out onto the Prince of the Sayains. And it *hurt*.
Never before had Vegeta felt emotional pain like this, the type that was so strong it manifested as physical pain, tearing his heart apart and stabbing at his stomach. (Kami, what did I do to you?!)
And this is what happened in the last chapter. Whew! Looks like Vegeta's got his work cut out for him now, doesn't he? And don't worry, B/V fans - you all know how these stories turn out. You'll just have to read on until I finish! And who knows! Perhaps it'll never finish! Mwahahaha - wait. You'll like that better! Vultures!! *Hiss*
And this is what is going to happen this time:
Vegeta was right now laying on his bed, waiting for Bulma to calm down. Her mental voice hadn't quit yet, and, thankfully, Vegeta had turned numb by now. He felt no pain or sting in her words anymore, which ought to be obvious after two hours of this hateful cursing. But then, that contradicted, didn't it? Bulma, just the previous night, had told him she loved him. And Earth females just didn't lie about things like that.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Right?
At this point, Vegeta had no clue what that answer would be. But she agreed to be his mate - she even pointed out that she had to bite him in order to make it true. That meant *something*, especially considering you couldn't take back being a mate to a Sayain.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Right?
(Dende, why am I being so unsure?! She wanted everything I gave her - my body, my soul, my very being, every last ounce of it - )
(Last night!!) Bulma's thought interrupted his. So she was still pissed off, huh? Oh, well.
(Have you calmed down yet? Enough to let me help you?)
(Go fuck yourself!!)
(Didn't you do that *for* me? No more than three hours ago?)
No response came, and for a moment, Vegeta had the hope that she had finally come around. He could've broken down her door, forced her to listen so he could help, but instead, he did the one thing he could to prove to her that he wanted to be with her - forever. He decided to wait.
For Sayains, waiting for a female to give herself to you was a gift beyond all caring. It was the Human equivalent of love. Bulma might not know that, but once she got his memories, she would. . . . . . (My memories. . . . . .)
And then it hit him, harder than he would have thought possible. She doesn't want his memories! It's not like Vegeta would be happy with every single memory of Bulma's, but his were almost pure destruction! Destruction, pain, bloodshed, horror, anarchy. . . . . . . Just about every bad thing you could muster up to fit the word.
(Shimatta!) Vegeta leapt up, bent on going to Bulma's room and trying to fix what he could of what was left from their relationship. There wasn't much left, but knowing Vegeta and his determination, he'd be able to do anything. Most especially now, when Bulma really needed his comfort and aid.
(But she's not going to accept my help!) Vegeta stopped mid-stride, hand on his door handle. (She wants nothing to do with me - HFIL, if I hadn't been so hasty with helping her cut. . .)
He smirked now, remembering their amazing night with the excuse of having to get her more active so her cut would heal.
His mind dirfted over the sensations, the curves, the heat, the softness, the very core of her and the things she brought him - rather, made him feel - for an unknown amount of time. All he knew was that last night (And this morning) wasn't a mistake, and that now he wouldn't ever be able to deny her anything.
Reality slammed into him again when he heard her mental chatter, but this sounded like she was talking to someone else, verbally, and was now collecting her thoughts.
(Okay, so this type of thing is normal. At least for a human. So, that means nothing different will happen to me. I think.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I hope.)
Vegeta blinked. Where was she? Feeling for her ki, he noticed it wasn't in the house anymore. Hell, it wasn't within his reach anymore! Swearing violently, he concentrateds on hearing the woman's thoughts, but deeper down, without letting her know he was doing it.
(*Painful*. . . . why must it hurt?)
(His memories? That's just dangerous. . .)
(. . . . I was too harsh. . . he didn't deserve all of that. . .)
(Alone. . . . . spent his entire life around living creatures, but always alone. . .)
(. . . . this link between us. . . wierd. . . .)
(Chichi has to help me. . . . Kami knows what will happen. . . .)
(. . . . . . . .pregnant? She can't be serious. . .)
Vegeta cut off the link there, knowing she must be at the Son household. Figures. Whenever she ahd a problem, she went there. Chichi for ideas, support, and help; Kakarot for the muscle to pull it off. (Kakarot??!!!)
Suddenly Vegeta felt for his ki, jumping when he felt it - no more than fifty miles away, closing in, and raised to a level that was nearly Super Sayain with rage.
Vegeta lowered his own ki, hoping to become invisible, but then, that wouldn't work, would it?
He went to his wondow, picking a spot for them to meet away from people who might hear, a place in a forest a few miles out of town. Kakarot was there three seconds later, letting his hand drop from his head.
(Well, he must've purposely given me ample time to know he was coming before Transmissioning like that.) "Hello, Kakarot. What do you want?"
"Bulma's at my house right now, hysterical and in tears." Good. He didn't waste any time getting to the point.
Vegeta's ego took over, not letting Kakarot know how that affected him. "And?" He turned away a little, so his left side faced Kakarot and he looked off at everything else.
"You shouldn't have bitten her, Vegeta. You know what that means?" Goke moved closer closing the space between them and looking down on Vegeta, almost like *he* was the Prince and Vegeta the third-class.
"I believe I know much more about Sayains than you do, Kakarot. Yes, I know."
"She's pregnant, fool!"
Vegeta jumped, both from the shock of the words and the sudden vehemence in his voice. That was *not* something you'd expect from Goku. But then, he too had emotions that rarely showed.
"And why do you care if I got her pregnant, third-class?!" Vegeta snapped. Like he was going to let Kakarot get away with yelling at him.
"Do you have ANY idea what she's like right now?! She's half-mad! She keeps crying about how she doesn't want any of your memories, how she *hates* YOU - now if not ever before - and how badly she regrets the night you two shared!!" Goke shook his head, taking a few steps back. "You could at the very least be there with her now - "
"Don't you think I tried?!!" Vegeta was *not* going to take his insults - most especially when he had no idea what Vegeta had and had not done. "She told me to, in a word, go to Hell! She doesn't *want* my help, so I'm just going to stay at that God-forsaken home of hers and do what I *can* - I'm going to wait!"
Goku blinked. He obviously didn't see how that would make anything better. (Ignorant third-class fuck.)
"Waiting is something not very many Sayain men do, Kakarot. Perhaps you should tell her, seeing as how I can't. Tell her that in Sayain mating, a male waiting is not something to be tossed away. I'm letting her come to me." Vegeta turned his back to the only other of his kind - which is really sad, once you think about it - to face CC. "Goodbye, Kakarot."
He took off then, back to his room, which was conveniently located just one door down from hers.
He didn't bother to look back at that fool, who was most likely still looking clueless. (I wouldn't be surprised if he was) Vegeta thought. Again he thought about the possibility that Goku simply had a one-digit IQ. Not a very farfetched idea, and if he did say so himself, Vegeta knew Kakarot enough to know that it probably was a good guess.
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And here's thirteen. If it sucks, blame the cursed number of the chapter. In other words, NOT MY FAULT!!
God only knows how I am managing to still be writing this after thirteen chapters, considering most of my stories die fatally after just six or seven. Oh, well. At least I'm still making B/V lovers happy!
See ya!