3 hours later
Oh my stomach hurts.
She thought as she stirred. It took her several minutes to wake up enough to sit, but as she did, she started to regret it. Sitting across from her at the other side of the tent was a pair of eyes with no emotion. Not cold or blank, emotionless. Vegeta was staring at her, not moving an inch. The only way she knew he was alive at the moment was the fact that she could see his chest moving as he breathed. He looked like a statue. She called him very quietly but he didn't even flinch. His eyes still fixated on her. She plucked up enough courage and crawled over towards him. His eyes followed her but still had no emotion in them. She sat in front of him and waved her hand to try and get his attention. He did not move. They sat staring at each other, her worried and him as before, emotionless, for five minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Bulma. She was about to speak when Vegeta said something that shocked her.
"Who hit you!
He said this calmly but coldly, as if o say you had better tell me. Her eyes shot open wide and she jolted her hand to her injury and looked form it to Vegeta with a puzzled face.
How did he know I was injured?
She looked at him with an expression of half shock and half disbelief. But he remained the same. Not moving other than to breathe. He spoke again.
"Who hit you?"
He said it with the same tone of voice as before.
What am I going to do? He knows, how did he know? I didn't tell anyone.
"I said who hit you?"
He still fixated on her, waiting for an answer.
"I fell."
She knew he wasn't about to fall for that one but he might get the idea that she wasn't going to tell him.
"Who hit you?"
He hadn't taken any notice of her cover up and continued to ask her.
"Who hit you?"
"No one."
She said all too quickly. She started to crawl abck to her sleeping bag when she felt a hand on her ankle stopping her. She turned to see that he had indeed moved, and had one hand on her ankle and the other supporting himself. But his eyes where the same. He slowly pulled her towards him, dragging her by her ankle. His eyes never moved. She looked and started to cry. She knew the only way out of this was tot ell him and he wouldn't let go until he did.
"Vegeta please…let go of me please. I will tell you."
She was crying and weeping sorrowfully. He released her and stayed as still as he had been through out the last twenty minutes or so. He crawled towards her and sat right in front of her. She looked up at him, into his still emotionless eyes as she wept.
"If, I, tell, you, will, you, promise, not, to, go, after, him?"
She sobbed between every word. Vegeta was silent and simply said.
"Who hit you?"
His eyes still emotionless and fixed on her.
"It was, it was, I CAN'T!"
She turned round and jumped for her sleeping bag, momentarily forgetting how fast Vegeta was. He caught her mid jump and pulled her towards him. She was in the same spot as before she jumped and wasn't too bothered until he continued to pull her to him. She became desperate to escape from him. She turned away from him once more and started to claw at the ground. But it was no use. He was much too strong for her to resist. He pulled her into his arms and clasped them around her. When he stopped pulling her she was curled up in his arms and sat against him but looking away from him. Desperate not to have to look at him and his expressionless face.
"Who hit you?"
"Let me go. Please."
She was sobbing uncontrollably now and struggled to break free of his arms.
"Who hit you?"
"SHUT UP! I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU!"
She thrashed herself from side to side as long as she could before she became exhausted and limp in his arms. After she had finished his arms held her even closer to him. She looked up at him and saw him open his mouth but she beat him to it.
"Let me guess, who hit you!
He wasn't affected by her remark.
"Why do you fear the one who loves you most and not tell me who hurt you when all I wish to do is comfort you and make it better?"
She was stunned and saw the emotion flood back into his eyes. Sadness, loneliness, confusion and most of all betrayal and sorrow. He realeased her and stood up swiftly leaving the tent to leave her with her thoughts.
What have I done?
I have to give an immense amount of credit to Draguna for this chapter and the one before as they were all her ideas. If it hadn't been for her genius ideas I would have turned Bulma into a junky which is something I really didn't want to do! So thanks soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomuch!