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Veggie Boy

Chapter 6: The Difference

Now, lust and love are two very different things. During the time that Yamcha was planning to tear the lives apart from our couple, our couple were growing closer. Although they were oblivious to the desire to be together, they still were going through a series of strange emotions.
The female, Bulma Briefs, was falling in love with Vegeta more and more everyday. She truly did believe that she was in love with him. Little did she know how right she was.

Meanwhile, our bad-ass saiyan prince was telling himself that all he was feeling was lust for the woman's body to be near his, preferably very near.
And that's when we need to know the difference between the two, lust and love, for the saiyan prince was very deeply in love with the woman he so longed for.
He just didn't know it, or maybe he just wouldn't admit it...

SOMWHERE IN MEXICO

Yamcha sat at a desk, muttering to himself. If this plan was going to work, he needed to study them a bit more and concentrate fully on the task he had laid out, "Thatmother fucking idiotwill pay," he muttered darkly, his forehead creasing in concentration.

Eventually he stood up and gave a long stretch, "Time to see what they're up to."

CAPSULE CORP

Bulma was, once again, cooking at the stove for Vegeta. Vegeta, for once in his life, was waiting patiently for the meal to be finished being made.

After what happened in the GR, he had agreed to eat properly and not overwork his body, "After all," Bulma had said, and "We don't want you to be out cold for two whole days again, do we?" Vegeta remembered how she had pouted after saying that, he was rather turned on by it.

So, yes, he was waiting.

But he didn't mind at all. Not at all.

He was entertaining himself by watching Onna work on his food. His eyes were roaming all over her curves and legs and everywhere else from the back. He was enjoying himself immensely when, "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" he grunted, standing up and walking to her.

"Umm, er," Bulma took a deep breath as Vegeta took her hand, still standing behind her, to look at the cut over her shoulder. (Let's just imagine he is quite tall, o.k?)

Bulma felt her heartbeat increase as his calloused hands handled hers so gently. His warm breath by her neck didn't much help her nerves either.

Vegeta played around with her hand a bit, pretending to not notice her perfumed neck right by his mouth and the fact that they were so close. Her hand was soft and soon, he took the other in his other hand as well. Rubbing the backs of her hands with his thumbs, he leant forward a bit to start placing kisses on Bulma's neck.

Vegeta suddenly realized what he was doing and seemed to jerk himself back to the real world, taking a shaky breath, he said, "Your blood better not have touched my food."

He walked out of the room, kicking a bin out of the way so fiercely that it made a dent in the wall. Vegeta growled at it and left to wander the gardens.

Bulma stood there, her eyes closed with annoyance. I'm such an idiot, I should have stopped him, and again, we were so close. Why does this always happen. Maybe I'm not pretty enough. Why can't I be prettier? And cleverer. He would surely have kissed me if I was a bit more pretty and clever. I'm such a loser. I hate myself.

Bulma left the meal, unfinished to go have some sake to get her mind off him.

"Woman, where the hell is my food!" Bulma jumped at the sound of Vegeta, he was still hungry, and she was drunk.

"Daahling, you just wait a minute, I'll be riiight theeeere," her words were slurred and carried out. She laughed a little then gave a small hiccup.

Vegeta stood in the doorway of where she was sitting, disgusted, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulders,

"Don't doooo that, if you carry on," he shifted her, so that she felt some pain, "If you carry on, I will pinch your bottom,"

Vegeta noted that her voice wasn't slurred or long, suspiciously, he shifted her again.

"YEOW!" Bulma giggled as she pinched him, again, "STOP THAT, WOMAN!"

"Lemme gooo,"

"Fine," he pushed her down on her bed. As he was turning to leave, she grabbed his arm. It was amazing that a mere human could stop him from walking away. His breath got caught in his throat as she started tickling his arm,

"Why don't you call me "Bulma"?" she looked at him, again, all traces in her voice of being drunk, gone. Bulma looked quite serious. If Vegeta hadn't seen that her eyes were red from the alcohol, he wouldn't have known any better.

"Why does it matter?" he asked back at her,

"Well, it hurts me," she looked as if she was about to cry,

Vegeta once again looked suspiciously at her,

"What do you want?" he growled out,

"Maybe I want the same thing as you want," she said, talking in riddles,

"Just get sober again, and call me when you are,"

"Wait!"

"What now?"

Bulma turned him to face her and started laying kisses down his neck,

I can't and won't do this, Vegeta thought, it won't be the same and I've got a reputation to uphold. Besides, the sober Bulma would kill me. Afraid of a human, are we? You are getting weak. I'm not, it's a matter of respect, not weakness. Suit yourself. Thanks, I will.

Vegeta pushed away from his inner argument and then pushed Bulma, who was now clambering on top of him to get his top undone, away,

"I'm sorry, but I can't to this to you," he muttered gruffly as he walked away.

When he turned back to look at the blue haired beauty, she had fallen asleep and was snoring slightly. He smirked, and turned back around to walk down the hallway.

OUTSIDE

Yamcha saw his perfect chance. A growl started when Bulma had kissed him, but it had soon disappeared.

INSIDE – THE NEXT MORNING

Vegeta frantically ran from room to room searching for Bulma,

"Where are you?" he whispered to the air. His heart was slowly deteriorating as he carried on looking.

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"Sir, she's been missing for 6 hours, is there anyone who would do this because of a grudge, perhaps?"

Vegeta looked up at him after a moment. The look in his eyes was so fiery, that the cop got a little scared,

"Um, s, sir, you, you can't do anything, we are doing the best we can."

The cop's funeral was to be held the very next day.

A/n: Sorry that I took so long to update. I hope you like it.

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