Damaged

Chapter Two: The Good Ol' Days

Bulma glared deeply at the person, if he could be called that, in front of her as she got her composure back. She was not going to let him know how surprised and utterly disgusted she was by his sudden arrival, nor did she plan to even pretend to be nice.

"I see no reason to waste my politeness on such an ingreat of a bastard such as you, "almighty Saiya-jin King". And last time I checked, you were not part of my family nor my servants, therefor I do not understand what gave you the thought you were permitted to walk around my Palace freely as if you're at home." Her words held no mercy for her ex-lover. Nor did she ever want them to hold such a thing ever again. After what damage he had caused her, there was no reason for her to be polite, not one.

However, the person that stood in front of her that she would identify as Vegeta, the ex-Saiya-jin Prince whose race she had revived five years ago in, obviously, a fit of madness, was completely different from what she remembered him as. He had no longer the boyish features. His chin seemed to be sharper, his features roughened from all the battles he must've led after the last time she met him. His armor was different as well, probably a part of his King stuff, or whatever... If not the hair and his typical arrogant smirk, she could've not recognized him. There was something much more different about his aura as well, the way he fill in the room... As if he was truly the Ultimate being that he claimed he was...

Little did the smaller creature know that the Saiya-jin no Ou was having the same thoughts about her as well. She looked like a woman now, unlike what her character allowed her when she was a teenager. She seemed to have become wiser... Not the way she tried all those years ago... The smirk twisted over the Saiya-jin's face again. Ah, yes, she finally found out how stupid she had been acting all this time...

"I'm so happy that you have not changed your attitude even one bit, woman." He laughed forcively at his sarcastic remark causing the older man behind himself chuckle as well, finally drawing the lavender haired Queen's attention to himself.

He seemed so much more like Vegeta, yet it was obvious that he was a quarter of a century older than the Saiya-jin King. Plus the goatee that covered his chin. The frown on Bulma's face deepened. So, he dragged his father with him? What could be so important for him to deal in her Kingdom so that hewould drag his father along? Nevertheless that the stubborn man would give in to the current King's demand. On a second thought, she guessed he had no choice since his son was the strongest being of all.

'Strongest'... He was probably so full of himself by now. Even more arrogant than what he was before... Powerful, merciless... A complete asshole. How could she posibly love someone like that, give her own body to this person?! Could he even be considered a "person" still?! Did he not just exist to make others suffer?! What kind of pleasure did that grant him?! Was it so pleasing? What was that made it so fun???

"My attitude has changed a lot, but to such a bastard as you I will only give my worst." She hissed between her teeth taking a step further to the Saiya-jin who was looking insolently right in her eyes with a winning smirk. What the fuck was wrong with him?! What was he so proud about? The fact that he completely broke her heart and threw it back at her? The fact that she was no longer a person yet a living shell, something dead, without a soul that just moves around with no idea of what was it possibly existing for?!

"Still acting quite cocky, aren't we, onnawoman?" He chuckled as he took a step towards her as well. He bent a little closer to her so their noses were nearly touching. His hot breath teased her soft flesh as the simple as it was caused another wave of bad memories wash over her entire being. This had to be a nightmare, a mere nightmare that would vanish as soon as she opened her eyes in the morning. He wasn't here, he couldn't be. And what business did he have there anyway!? She was so eager to kick him out already. "I would really prefer you screaming in an other way rather than this..." He chuckled as her face paled. She understood very well what he was talking about.

"How dare you..." The woman seethed between her clenched teeth as a vein was popping out on her head as her anger rose dramatically. How could he act so insolent around her?! How could he be so cruel to her after all she had done for him?! Not to mention she had not seen the littlest bit of greatefulness after the biggest mistake that she had made and could possibly make in her life?! That son of a bitch!!! "Get out of my room! I do not want to see your fucking face again! Don't show up anymore! I'm sick of you already!" She screamed at him and attempted to push him back.

As could be expected, to no avail. Vegeta still smirked down at her, as if wanting to tell her how insignificant her life was to him. The damned bastard... He thought so important of himself... He was so full of the position he was in that it was utterly repulsing... He made everyone feel this way, she could tell now. It was granting him some kind of sick pleasure that she did not wish to find out what felt like.

"Stop whoring around, boy! If you want your cute little bitch you should've told me to stay home. I do not wish to participate in any kind of watching of what you two are doing here..." The man behind him crossed his arms not realizing what dangerous grounds he was entering with his statements.

Bulma had the good intention to make that fucking monkey suffer for what he just said, but Vegeta beat her to it as his head whipped back at the direction of his father's location.

"I do not recall wanting your opinion on anything, old bag. And watch what you're saying or I might decide that you are not needed anymore, you insolent fuck." He hissed back and turned his head back to his woman. A slight smirk covered the man's lips. Oh, yes, she was still his, he could smell himself on her... Was she not married to that weakling now? So she refused to sleep with him, eh? His smirk became bigger. How could she want to have anything with that weakling after having someone such as him?! Could he blame her? He laughed mentally. No, of course not, he was a fucking deity in everything he did.

"Just tell me what you want and leave." The Queen moaned out as she moved to her mirror. She looked lazily at herself, feeling how with every passing minute she was sulking deeper in her depression. Deep down she always hoped that once they reunited again, they would act more civil to one another, that they would want things to be the same again. Even if he showed the smallest bit of greatfulness or sympathy, regret that he disappeared like that without saying a word to her for the past five years... She had been such a fool as to believe that he, of all people existent, could change. How foolish of her to want him back again, after everything that happened after her arrival back home... 'Home'... She no longer felt home here anymore... No longer felt comforted anywhere... She wanted to runaway, run as far as her feet could take her... Being a Queen was such a self-less duty...

Everything she did, she did because of her people. They were the only ones that still believed in her. The only ones that trusted her and her judgement still as blindly as ever, if not even more. The power came with big responsibility, and the thought of it was driving her even crazier, if possible. She needed to be everything they expected, or did not even begin to imagine yet. She had to be the greatest of all, the wisest of all... She had to take dicisions that could make her even more regretful than she was...

And she had been doing her job perfectly up till now, and planned to 'keep up her good work'. People loved her and she loved them back. She liked to walk among them, redressed as a mere ordinary woman, just to know what problems were bugging them, what she could do for them, what they thought about her and her husband, what rumors were spread or even how they felt and so on... Bulma wondered how a mind as misted as hers could function so well about politics... Maybe it just ran in her blood?...

"Don't become insolent as well, woman, my toletance is not endless, do not mistake me for you dog of a husband." Vegeta snapped back at her, making her eyes glare at him from the reflection in the mirror.

"Your tolerance?! Your tolerance!? How dare you act like that around my castle, you son of a bitch!? You will threat me with respect, or I'll order my guards to throw you out!" She yelled as hard as she could, making the older man flinch. How did this woman reach such a high-pitched level of her voice? Did she even start to realize how annoying she actually was when she did that? Vegeta seemed not to pay any attention to her tone rather than her statement.

"Yes, woman, my tolerance. I am still quite stronger than you and all of your stupid guards put together. So I suggest you stop acting so powerful and just do as I say before I decide that I wish no longer to argue with you." He stated utterly annoyed while crossing his massive arms over his chest.

"No, Vegeta, you are not stronger than all my guards put together, if you must know." Little did he know that she wasn't bluffing. Do you remember that Radditz and Goku are still a part of their best friend's life? "And I do not wish to take any part of anything that you must do here. What makes you think I would do anything else for you, you dumb ass?!" She stepped in front of him, glaring daggers at his eyes.

"You don't need to bluff when you're so scared of me, woman, I will take no pleasure in destroying such a weak civilization such as yours. And why shouldn't you give me what I want? You always did, no matter what I answered you with." He chuckled coldly, watching as her frown faltered. He was right and it stung her heart. He was completely and utterly right... No matter how hard he pushed her away, she still recovered, still wanted to help him, still wanted to make him feel good once in his life... She had grown over herself being like this. She no longer wished to please him in any way, but he had become even more complexed since the last time she had seen him, she couldn't tell what could possibly piss him off.

"Well, my dear," she began sarcastically emphasizing on the way she referred to him, "I could say that you have not missed me from the rumors that are being spread..." She grinned wickedly, turning around to face him with a dangerous glint in her eyes that hinted that there was nothing good coming at him... Vegeta's eye brow arched up.

"Rumors?..." He repeated, his eye twitching slightly. The grin on the girl's face recovered again after the confused expression she received.

"Why, of course. I hear you are to be wed to Marron, Yamcha's dumb ass cousin. I am quite sure you have noted how much exactly she resembles me..."

"Don't think too highly of yourself, woman. I will not tolerate your bullshit much longer..." The Saiya-jin threated between his clenched teeth. Could it be? Could it possibly be? Did she touch a nerve just now?

"Now don't tell me you miss sweet little me already, Vege-chan..." She cooed, reaching out for his cheek.

"Do not toy with my patience, woman. I have been ignorant of your insolence long enough, I let you and your stupid little mud ball of a planet bloom all those years. Don't make me think further that my decision was completely wrong." He hissed out loud enough only for her to hear.

Bulma froze. What did he just say?...

"I want the fucking Dragon Radar. I came for it. Now give it, or I'll take it forcively." The Saiya-jin no Ou stood his ground, looking directly in her eyes as his eyes darkened in anger. Why did she have to say these things?! Why did she need to remind him how wrong he was with everything he did? Why did she have to be so much like... like herself?! There was something that he would never want to admit, something about her that made his heart flutter whenever he did a 'bad thing'. It made his long-frozen muscle clench whenever she gave him that look. Yes, indeed, she had been broken. Her eyes held no passion for anything anymore, not even for him. There was despair in them... All that was left was just despair... A need for deliverance... A deliverance that would never come...

No! That had not just been him that thought those things. It was the weakling being that she had created while around him. That was not the Vegeta everyone knew and feared and should forever cower whenever they saw. It was the shadow of his past that he had left behind his back in the time, a past that he wished not to remember. He had been scarred by Freeza, but the scar the woman left in his life wouldn't vanish as well... Her imprint would never be shown to any living creature, never. It was a part of him that no longer existed... A part that he killed the moment he met his father again...

Ah, yes, his father... The bastard still thought of himself powerful. He had to beat the old geezer to a pulp several times to remind him where he stood now and that times have changed drastically. He was no longer the small Prince that had to obey his father's every whim, or the trophy Freeza loved to toy with.

But, if what he thought just now was true, why was he here now, at this very moment?...

"No." The word passed her lips slowly, for what seemed like a moment frozen in time. What did she just say?

"What did you say?..." He muttered just as slowly, barely believing his ears. Did she just refuse him to do something he wanted. She seemed as if she was thinking the very same thing at the moment as well.

Bulma stood still watching in a point at the far off wall behind Vegeta. She felt as if she wasn't in her own body and that she was looking at herself like a side-watcher. What was she saying? What was she doing?... What was he doing here?... Why was he here?... Did he seriously believe she would act like a good little dog still?... Did he seriously think that after all he did, she would still be as obedient as ever?... Was he a complete idiot!?!!

"I won't give it to you." She stated sternly.

"Stop testing my patience and give me the damned thing." He insisted, still not believing what his ears were registering. Yet the stubborn woman continued to look at the wall behind him, not paying any attention to what he was saying.

"I'm not testing anything... Vanish..." She muttered quietly, her eyes mesmerized by the charms of the snow-white wall.

"How dare you talk to me like that, woman?!" His temper flared drastically. "I am the-"

"I know very well who you are. I made most of you... You owe me plenty, and all I want of you is to vanish... Simple as that... Simple enough even for you to understand..." She spoke softly but very convinced. Vegeta's eyes bulged out. Was she really saying what he thought she did? How dare she?!

He was going to throw another fit when he stood still as well. His eyes averted from her and a slight sigh escaped his lips. She was right... He owed her... Big time... Huge time... Vanish?... Was that really what she wanted?... He knew they weren't quite close anymore, after all that happened... But vanish completely?... Anger showed on his face again, even though it was directed mostly at himself.

"I don't need your fucking help anyway. Stupid onna... Let's go, old man. I don't want to look the wench's ugly wrinkled face any longer." The Saiya-jin spat and stormed out of the room, closely followed by his silent father.

Bulma kept her stance after the door slammed and even a while after it. Her thoughts began flooding her head again. She managed it... She... She saw him, talked to him... Heard him say what he did... And still managed to push him away... She finally overcame herself, didn't she?...

A lonely tear slid down the woman's face... Nothing changed, indeed... They were never going to act civil to one another, no matter what she did... She had to accept that already, or she would never get rid of her guilt... The guilt that she could do more, that she could take more of him, only to manage to keep him by her side for even a day longer...

What made him so irresistable to her?... What gravitated her to him so much?... Why did she have to endure this, even a second more?... How could she keep existing like this?... Was this life?!...

With a sigh, the woman collapsed on the bed, her eyes completely dry now. No... She was not going to cry for him... No... She wasn't going to crawl to him even again... She wasn't the little girl anymore... She couldn't go back in time, no matter if she wished and how hard she did...

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Vegeta stormed towards a destination even unknown to himself. He had to do something, he had to find an option. No matter what the woman said, he had come so far for the radar and a radar he was going to get.

"My, my, boy, did you put a scene in there..." His father chuckled behind him as the spiky-haired younger man kept looking around the corridors. If he knew the woman, something should give him a hint, at least... A hint where it could be hidden...

"Shut it, old man, I don't want to hear any of your bull-shit right now." He snapped back and noticed some movement down the hall. Soon he registered the bald guard that had let him and his father inside. A sly grin slipped on his face. Well, maybe it was not that bad after all...

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A/N: So, there you have it. I hope it isn't much disappointing, but I did my best... Bulma and Vegeta reunited, yey! But maybe not quite the way you would've liked them to. Lol. And I want to sincerely thank you all of you who have reviewed! All of your wonderful, very wonderful reviews were what made me write a chapter when I'm not even at home! I'm writing from an internet club! I love you guys so much! Thank you for everything!

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