Vegeta on a White Stallion? Not likely... - Chapter 9 - V-POV

Vegeta's point-of-view this time!

The female species- and yes, I said "species"- is an enigma. I've said it before, and I'll continue saying it until Frieza comes back from the dead and does a scene from the Nutcracker, complete in a purple tutu. Wait, that's not exactly an unlikely proposition...

Anyway.

I do admit that since Bulma has become my mate, she's not AS much of a mystery, but she still has her moments. Some of her mood-swings make me want to strangle her pathetic human neck...

I'm getting off track again.

In any case, back then, it was even worse. Just look at the crap she's been spewing out. "I didn't want to make the first move, but oh, I'll kiss him anyway! Wait, no I won't kiss him, but I'll act all disappointed. No, maybe I'll act like I'm getting close to him, but as soon as he disobeys my commands I'll be a royal bitch towards him until we jump in the sack-"

Oh, we haven't gotten that far yet, have we?

Hmm...

I'm not too good at relaying stories, and that's a weakness that I'm not exactly ashamed of.

Well, let's back up a bit, then.

I suppose it was sometime after that "scar" conversation that we had when I discovered that when she wasn't being a damn mother-hen, or screeching at me like a banshee, I could actually tolerate the woman's presence. And for me, that's saying a lot.

I'm not blind. It was obvious as anything that she found me attractive (but then, who wouldn't?). And even I can't lie and say that she's ugly. But there's a thin line between lust and like (or love, if you prefer).

She liked me.

I didn't like her.

Simple as that.

But these damn humans are so fucking fragile, and they take everything the wrong way. I'll admit, she took me by surprise that night by actually managing to douse me in that horrid smelling shit, but I'm still not quite sure what happened afterwards.

I was going to kiss her, I'm almost positive of it.

Hell, she was bouncing all over the place in that thin top she had on, what did she expect? She's sexy as hell, and I hadn't been with a woman in...hmm, ok, so I'd never actually BEEN with a woman...per say...

Anyway, there's the lust for you. I had no feelings otherwise. Obviously, SHE did. The warning bells went off when she decided to throw out all her perfume. The stuff's her most prized possession, and I give her one conversation about it and she decides to change her life style.

Honestly.

But that wasn't the worst of it. I'd already agreed to go...wherever it was we were going the next day, and I couldn't back out of a promise. I don't really know how we managed to fall asleep together that night. I'd had an especially hard training day that day, and I had a massive headache-

NO. I was NOT, nor was I EVER, sick.

The next morning, after the strangest, or maybe the most pointless argument- though most of my disagreements with her seemed to be pointless- I'd ever had, we left to go to that lake thing that just happened to reside in her back yard. And most of the day was all right...until she decided to not be provoked into any arguments with me.

When someone decides that they're no longer worthy of arguing with me because we're suddenly...I refuse to say "friends"...better acquainted, that's where I draw the line. I'm not now, and I certainly wasn't then, FRIENDS with anybody. So, in an effort to be mean and cruel, and yes I'm aware it was a pathetic attempt, I threatened to drop Bulma into the lake.

She'd said she wanted to go swimming after all. Of course, after she showed off her swimsuit. Bah.

But then she went and pulled yet another stunt that officially inducted her into the "Women-Enigma Species."

She kissed me. On the cheek.

And then proceeded to throw herself into the water.

Does this make sense to anybody? It didn't to me. Damn woman.

And then she had the nerve to try and drag me back to her home with her. Because it was going to rain, and thunder, and lightening.

Oh, Kami forbid I get killed in the storm. Frieza couldn't even compare to its wrath.

Huh, right.

Of course, here I have to demean myself and admit that she was partially right. But only partially! That storm would have done no harm to me had I actually been paying attention. It was a dumb mistake on my part, one I have made sure never to repeat.

I was very frustrated when she left. Frustrated with how I was acting towards her,- far too NICE- frustrated with how she was acting towards me,- I told you, she liked me but the feelings weren't reciprocated- and just all around frustrated! So, as I always do, I poured it into my training. I could literally feel the heat around me as my power level went up. It seared my skin, as it had never done before. The hairs on the back of my neck crackled in the static.

It was overwhelming, almost like a drug. I had to have more. But I could tell I was almost at my limit. Yet did I stop?

Do I ever?

I reached that plateau, the one that I hadn't, at that point, ever been able to pass. It was like, my energy just...stopped. I could feel my ki whipping around me in blue flames. The lightening, not caused by me, cracked in the distance and the heavy sound of thunder rumbled mere seconds afterwards. I was still trying to get my level up, straining against that invisible barrier that refused to let me through.

I failed to remember that I was standing in the middle of a clear field that had no other trees or shrubs around, thanks to yours truly.

I was, quite obviously, the tallest thing around.

And if I hear one wise-ass remark about THAT statement, I'll hunt you down and Big Bang your ass...

Anyway, it went unnoticed by me. My frustration and tiredness and all-around confusion for that blue-haired woman kept building, tumbling over one-another in an effort to end up on top. They were all heavy emotions, but not the one needed to finally transform. I remember hovering slightly above the ground, nearly there, WISHING that it would just HAPPEN...

...when I felt the familiar feeling of static wash over my body as my hairs stood on end. I realized seconds too late that I was acting as a damn lightening rod, standing there like that. But before I could drop my power level, the inevitable happened.

When the lightening struck, I vaguely felt my power surge upwards. But it was far too much for my unprepared body to handle, so it caved. I remember seeing the blue ki flames around me melt into gold for all of half a second, flicker, and collapse with the rest of me to muddy ground below.

Which is where...Kakarot...found me, I guess.

When I awoke, my headache was back, and for a brief second I had no idea where I was. The throb in my head I could ignore, trying to focus my other senses. I instantly smelled the sharp scent of hospital antibiotics, I could feel Kakarot's ki on the opposite side of the room, I could only see a blurred white ceiling as my eyes adjusted...

But I couldn't hear anything other than a loud, highly annoying ringing sound bouncing around in my head. I blamed it instantly for my headache.

I was still trying to figure out what was going on when I heard a soft, almost too soft, voice calling out to me. A voice I didn't really want to hear at the moment.

"Vegeta?"

Urk...

I remember distinctly that that was the first thought that entered my head.

Blinking once and squinting to focus better, I wearily tried to find the source of the voice.

"Bulma?" She nodded and I think murmured something else. I couldn't tell. I was too busy being distracted by other annoying people in the room. I growled.

"Why is Kakarot here?"

I saw him moving his lips rapidly before he performed that damn transmission thingy and disappeared. I think he had mumbled something about that harpy wife of his.

That was when Bulma started talking.

And I couldn't hear a word of it. Just an indistinct mumble, and I could only stare blankly at her.

She paused after a second or so, obviously waiting for something. I assume she'd asked me something, but I had no idea what. Apparently it wasn't important, because she began babbling on again.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what the hell she was saying. Was it her? Or was something wrong with...me?

The woman was starting to look annoyed. I'm pretty positive she was asking me the same thing over and over, and she wasn't very happy that I wasn't replying.

Finally, I decided that I may as well acknowledge her...and the annoying ringing that had faded to a mere buzz that was still bouncing about my head.

"Bulma," I said, probably louder than I meant to, and I'm sure I cut her off from whatever she was bitching about. "Would you mind telling me why the HELL this constant buzzing in my head won't go away?" I asked, very conversationally, if you ask me.

I didn't like the look she gave me. It was one of pure panic. Like something awful had happened.

I guess that's when I remembered what had previously occurred.

Bulma was talking rapidly now, gesturing at me randomly and trying to update her father at the same time. I paid no attention to her, instead reaching up to feel around my ears.

There was a dull pain around there.

Well, duh. I rolled my eyes. I'd fucking burst my eardrums. It's not exactly an unusual thing when you're hit with any type of high voltage. I'd been thoroughly ignoring Bulma all this time though, and I honestly think she was about to start crying on me.

I tuned in on her again, noting with relief that the buzzing was fading away slightly, and her words were only slightly muffled. Yeah, being a Saiyan, my ears would be fine again in no time.

"Would you stop your incessant rambling, woman?" I finally ground out, enjoying the brief look of surprise that crossed her face. It didn't last long, soon turning into joy.

"You can hear me?"

Hmm, well, not really. It sounded like she was calling out to me in a room down the hallway or something, but she didn't need to know that.

"Vaguely," I replied, crossing my arms across my bare chest. I belatedly noticed that they'd changed my clothes and I was clad in only my boxers.

Black silk ones, might I add. Don't you just wish you would see my smirk, ladies?

"Well, good, then you can listen to me chew you out!"

I barely spared her a glance out of the corner of my eye, and effectively ignored her as she proceeded to bitch- oh, I mean, CHEW- me out. Her joyful expression was gone. In its place was one of anger, worry, and something else I refused to acknowledge. She continued yelling at me while I retreated into my mind, having more important things to mull over.

I definitely remembered seeing my ki flicker gold, but I hadn't been able to hold it. That pissed me off. Obviously, I needed more training.

I wondered if perhaps I might be able to actually transform now, since it was possible that I HAD held the form for about a second.

I would later discover that I couldn't even strain against that plateau again. I hadn't reached the next level.

"Vegeta? Vegeta! Vegeta, are you listening to me? Hey!"

Coming out of my thoughts, I turned my glare on the woman beside my bed, absently noting that I would have to get a new evil look since she was no longer affected by my current one.

"What the hell do you want, woman!"

She paused then, looking at me with that weird shine in her eyes. Almost as if she was about to cry again.

It made me quite uncomfortable, and I leaned back slightly.

"I'm...I just wanted you to know that...I'm really glad you're ok," she said softly, sniffing a bit. I vaguely noticed that I could hear her almost normally now. "You really scared me."

"Damn it, Bulma, it was just a storm. How weak do you think I am?" I huffed, slightly insulted that she seemed to think so little of me. She shook her head lightly.

"Sorry, I don't think you're weak. I was just worried, that's all." She smiled at me, and I had to refrain from flinching at the...odd look in her eyes.

"Well, stop worrying," I mumbled. "How many times must I tell you that?" She didn't answer and continued smiling at me, to a point that I became unnerved.

Then the oddest thing happened.

The smile dropped right off her face and a look of cold fury entered her eyes again.

"I still can't believe you didn't listen to me, you jerk! All of this could have been avoided, you know. But nooooo! Mister Almighty-Saiyan-Prince had to do things HIS way! You're such a dumbass, Vegeta! Why can't you just admit when I'm right and take my advice!"

Blah, blah, blah...

Sigh...

Woman-Enigma Species, anyone?

Short chapter, ne? Sorry! Next one will be up soon!

-Maxine