Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater
Chapter Ten: Prove Myself Trustworthy
The next Monday Vegeta looked - simply said as that - as good as new. He had no trace of the violence forced upon his unwilling body, not a single scar on his face or arms. She had to continue telling herself that was a good thing, but the bare fact in itself... maybe it had something to do with the tail, as he could have no other chance to heal from something like that so fast. Honestly said, she was starting to get a little scared; perhaps from all the thinking she had done that past day and a half.
She had been wondering whether he had been on drugs before for he had surely to know out of experience that he would heal without a problem. And where did all of those toxins in his blood go? She surely hoped they were already down the drain but couldn't be exactly certain about it, she had no idea how Vegeta's complicated system worked like. One thing was sure - he was definitely not normal.
As the lavender-haired girl walked down the road, she felt a slight wind brush past her and then she noticed it was a guy. On a board, that is. She stopped in her place and looked as he circled her. She recognized the sly smirk immediately and rolled her eyes.
"Why'd you stop? Come on, move your ass, we're going to be late." Vegeta said as he continued down the street. With a quick frown crossing her features, Bulma jogged after him to catch up.
"And since when does Vegeta Ouji care whether he's late or not?" She implied with a sly smirk of her own. Instead of throwing her a death glare or insulting her in any way, the teen just grinned evilly, thinking about something far away from there as he said,
"Oh, I have some unfinished business I have to take care of."
The tone he said that with and the psyching wicked glint in his cold onyx eyes made her shudder. She wasn't really sure she wanted to know what business he was speaking of. So instead of pushing her nose further into his things, she just gave him a fake smile and let herself daze off as they strolled down the road towards school.
How could he not even mention anything about that night? Not even a single thank you! Not a single polite word yet! Well, at least he hadn't insulted her either... But that was an unsatisfying result. She looked at his profile. Even if he physically appeared to be fine, his face betrayed the exhaustion that was chasing on him. She was sure he was unable to sleep the previous night by the almost invisible shades under his eyes. She wondered when was it that she began caring so much as to spend her precious time on thinking whether Vegeta got any sleep that night or not.
"Go ahead without me." He said as the others also approached in the far, a sly expression taking control of his sharp handsome features. "I need to do something first."
"You're going to get in trouble, aren't you?" She asked with an exasperated sigh. Bulma wasn't really in the mood to do the good guy stunt. If he wanted to get beaten up again, so be it. His grin told her she was quite correct. She sighed again and just went over to ChiChi and Juu who were having what seemed like heated argument.
Once rid of the woman, Vegeta pushed on his board faster and raced over to Yamcha, who almost fell when the other boy circled him around. The awe in the weaker guy's eyes was evident to any one who bothered looking for it. There was no other explanation – it had been him and his little friends. Vegeta grinned again. Oh, how he wanted to do this since forever...
Yamcha swallowed dryly and tried to regain his composure as his leader stopped right in front of him and took his board in his hand, stepping closer to the tense teen.
"Are you aware how many practices you've missed, scum bag?" Vegeta asked in a low tone so the eavesdroppers around wouldn't hear. What eavesdroppers? Well, there are always so many of those that you could have not even noticed them around you when you speak with someone. People like prodding their noses in others' business.
"Um... A few?—" Yamcha tried only to have his knee kicked off the board, which had been steadied beneath his foot. He lost balance and fell face forward on the ground, steadying himself on his arms right before he collided with the pavement. The students around have already started gathering and the whole gang rushed over to see what was going on.
"Not just a few, you spineless unicellular. You have missed the last ten or so times of practice. May I inquire why exactly or I should spare my breath and just kick you out as it is?" His voice was menacing. Yamcha threw the shorter guy over himself a death glare. Wrong action to make. All it did was earning him a kick in the shin. "You repulse me, scum." Vegeta seethed with a disgusted expression twisting the handsome features of his face. "Don't bother ever coming again in my gang, idiot. The only thing I'll do is kick you out or break your other arm." A malicious grin spread on his face, before it faltered into a tight frown again. "Am I clear, brain-dead?"
Yamcha sighed in aggravation and pushed himself up by his hands and stood on his legs, glaring down at the shorter boy. They stared into each other's eyes dangerously before Yamcha shoved the board into Vegeta's hands, catching him slightly off-guard.
"Who wants to be in there anyway? I hated participating as it was." He tried to convince himself rather than his antagonist. Truth was that being a skater of Vegeta's gang was a very respectable fact in itself; just being one of the few good skaters who have actually managed to squeeze their way so high as to be under the train of Vegeta himself was a really honourable thing. He knew very well that once he got kicked out, and in front of all those students, it would make him look like a complete fool. But he wasn't going to let it show. He didn't care whether people respected him that way or not. "Being under the 'rule' of a dwarf is not my idea of fun." He grinned evilly and turned to leave.
The whole crowd gawked. Vegeta's height was a very touchy subject to the teen. And he never let anyone slip after insulting him so deeply. They stared after Yamcha with fear in their eyes. Just when they were going to start asking stupid questions, the board flew with a speed so high they could barely register it when it hit the scar-faced boy's head, making him double over in pain, his hands grasping his head. Vegeta was no late than ten seconds after right by his side, kicking Yamcha in the gut, making him crouch down.
"How does it feel like to be beat up by a 'dwarf'?" He chuckled evilly as well, yet his laughter managed to send chills down the spines of even the hugest guys around. Goku tried to push his way through the crowd, but Bulma held a hand up to stop him. He sent her a confused look, but the girl just shook her lavender head, motioning for him to just let it go. The crowd was already decreasing in size after the bell rang. Yet Yamcha was still coughing on the ground, cursing Vegeta and his whole family under his breath.
"Next time think before taking any advances in insulting me, dumb bastard." Vegeta yanked Yamcha by his long hair and threw him to his feet towards the school. "Come any closer to me or anyone from my surrounding and I shall make you pay dearly. And, believe me, this time a broken arm will be what you will be desperately wishing for."
Yamcha retreated in defeat, swearing every now and then under his breath, vowing that he would make Vegeta pay and next time, he'd have his friends inject a decent dose in that bastard's veins.
As the gang watched what once had been their friend stroll away, Vegeta turned back to them and stopped when he heard Bulma's voice addressing him.
"That was incredibly stupid, what you did." He frowned at her over his shoulder. A smirk, much resembling his, graced her lips. "But I still cannot possibly deny it felt and looked so goddamn good." The boy chuckled and waved a hand up to them.
"See you inside, losers. I have a detention to take."
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After everyone finally gathered at the table with Vegeta joining the group much later after the discussions have begun, ChiChi cleared her throat rather loudly to gain her friends' attention.
"Now, as I'm sure none of you have noticed, there are flyers on the front entrance that say our school's patron gala day is coming. And it is next Monday." She began. Juu rolled her cold azure eyes.
"And we care, because…?" The raven haired girl threw her friend a death glare, as if accusing her for even stating her opinion on the topic and it was more than unforgivable to think that way of such a thing.
"Well, Juuhachi, we care because there will be some tour towards the Eastern Capital." That did it to truly wake her bored companions. "Now, that's quite more like it!" The girl nodded curtly to herself. "As I was saying, there will be some tour towards the Eastern Capital that will include a two night stay in the best hotel you can possibly find out there, some, um, things we have to attend to…" Everyone's raised eye brows in confusion made the girl growl in frustration. "Well, you know, like, we have to go either sight-seeing, go to a disco, visit a museum, and go ice-skating, things like that."
"How much does that cost?" Krillin asked with suspicion evident in his voice.
"And that's the best part! We don't pay! All we have to do is buy our own food, buy our tickets there and we get detention if we don't do anything those two days." She explained enthusiastically.
"I'm so not going." Bulma dropped off darkly.
"Ditto that." Vegeta rolled his eyes at the thought. He could skate in his own town, without needed to attend stupid stinky buses, bitchy Kakkarot girlfriends, idiotic blondes and teal headed creatures still trying to win him over as if he was a trophy of some sort. He scrunched his nose up at the thought. Usually he wouldn't get worked up by such a fact, it was usual for him. But he didn't really feel in the mood for such a thing.
"Support the opinion." Juuhachi spoke as well. "I plan on skipping school next week anyway, see if I care to get detention. Who'll figure out we're not there anyway? Who's gonna make me pay for some shitty three and a half hour drive towards the Eastern Capital? Who's going to notice a few people are missing?"
"Well, for starters," ChiChi began reasoning, making Juu roll her eyes in annoyance. There she went on and on again now… "If all of the people in the school thought the way you do, it will be quite obvious we're not there, as no one is going to go in the first place."
"Not my freaking problem!" Juuhachi exclaimed and was about to leave when Bulma noticed the hurt expression that ChiChi made. Lately ChiChi had been so insistent of all of them spending more time together. The other girl suspected it had something to do with graduation this year and so on, emotions that she did not wish to bring up on the surface of her mind either. It always made her feel worse than she already did. She understood her perfectly and felt a little guilty for opposing her idea in the first place.
"Oh, come on, Juu! We can all set off our plans for later! We have the whole week free anyway!" Bulma joined in, trying to force a mood swing on herself, yet failing miserably.
"I thought—"
"You're coming." She stated it as a simple fact, leaving no place for arguments. Juuhachi narrowed her thin blond eye brows.
"I don't have any money—"
"I'll pay for your ticket."
"I don't have what to eat—"
"I'll buy something you like."
"Bitch…" Juuhachi muttered, sitting herself back down. Bulma grinned.
"Sure am. And you too." She turned her attention to the guy on her left. He looked indifferently with boredom evident on his features.
"You can't make me go." He stated. Her eye brows narrowed, before she grinned widely, an evil glint shining in her sapphire eyes.
"Oh, but of course I can! Don't underestimate my secret blackmailing powers." She laughed like a mad-man, or more like a mad-woman, making her friends all raise an eye brow at the sound that emitted from her throat. That action was never meant for her to make, really… Her statement had been quite harmless, as she meant begging him until he'd just say 'yes' to make her go away. Yet he understood her words, and further more her emphasis, quite wrong. His eyes narrowed dangerously and a raw growl emitted from his mouth.
"Lying wench…" He muttered before storming out of the canteen. And, his action – as always, – left his newfound friends dumb folded, and most of all Bulma herself.
"What did I say?" She finally voiced her thought aloud.
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It had been five days already, and they have dragged so slowly Bulma thought she could die. Five days and Vegeta still wouldn't speak a word with her. And he wouldn't even say what was so wrong with him! What was with that guy?
She wanted to share her problem with her friends, but that would automatically mean she'd have to tell someone about… Well, Vegeta's little frisky problem. She giggled at the thought of his tail. It seemed to like her. Another giggle betrayed her mouth as she remembered how he scorned it when it wrapped around her limbs.
The smile wiped off her face almost instantly. It was then that she recalled all their fights the past week. They had never got along pretty well at all, but their fights were now malicious instead of the heated pointless arguments they usually had. At the end of every single one of them, Vegeta would drop off a 'traitor' or 'liar every now and then. It was annoying, but further more insulting than anything else. She had never betrayed his trust, never said anything to even hint her knowledge of his secret. She replayed the scene at the canteen Monday at lunch… Maybe that was the nostrum to her problem…?
Finally having enough of the cat and mouse game, she threw on some shoes and made her way to his front door, pounding roughly on it. When she didn't receive any answer, she did it again. And she did it again. Before she could repeat her action for the forth time, her fist froze in the air before she could knock with the door being swung open in annoyance, Vegeta's aggravated expression locked with her eyes behind the wooden door almost instantly. He opened his mouth to demand what she was doing on his property, but she beat him into it.
"What the hell is your problem?" She screamed in his face. "What's wrong now? You don't like how my hair is cut?" She grabbed a handful of her lavender tresses, shoving those forwards over her shoulder for him to clearly see. "Or, you don't like my clothes?" She clenched her fists over her t-shirt and pulled it forward to mention for it. "Or-or… Or maybe you don't like the colour? Or maybe-maybe… Maybe you despise the way I walk, the sound of my voice, or the colour of my eyes, —and just what is so damn amusing!" She bellowed when his chuckle reached her ears.
"You're psychotic, that's what's amusing." He informed her coldly, pulling her inside his house, closing the door behind her after she entered. Her venomous glare didn't soothe.
"You still haven't answered my freaking question!"
With a heavy sigh, Vegeta made his way towards his couch, only to have Bulma stand in his way with determination written all in her sparking eyes.
"I don't care how your hair looks as long as it has nothing to do with me in any way. I won't care even if you decide to walk around naked. I don't care how you walk, how you talk or how you feel as long as it doesn't get me deaf." It was now Bulma's turn to knit her eye brows in annoyance.
"You know perfectly well what I meant, Vegeta."
"Will you just leave? I don't feel like seeing you now. Not ever. Just vanish, won't you?"
"No, I won't!" She stated sternly, not moving an inch from her place. "Not before you answer. I have a whole day, if you so much insist on trying to test my patience." She crossed her hands over her chest. Vegeta frowned deeply and mimicked her action.
"So you're not leaving?"
"No." She said haughtily.
"Fine." He shrugged and tried to dodge her, yet she stepped in front of his way in the confined corridor that led inside his house.
"But neither are you before you answer." She grinned.
"I have nothing to say."
"Oh? And just why do I hear myself being addressed as a "traitor" and "liar" everywhere I pass by you! Give me a good reason, Vegeta! I don't think I have deserved anything like—"
"Your "secret blackmailing powers", eh?" He quoted. With a heavy sigh she stepped out of his way and sat on the first chair that came into view. As she had suspected, he had understood her wrongly. Again. No surprise there, actually.
"What?" He snapped, following her closely, slapping himself mentally for looking so awfully stupid in front of himself to a girl. But he had more important matters at hand right then.
"You understood that so wrong, Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, jumping to her feet again, strolling over to his side. "I meant that I had secret blackmailing powers… Well, I didn't plan on using your weakness against you! I would never do such a low thing and you—"
"No, woman, I don't know it! I don't know you, and honestly said I don't even wish to!" His latter statement stung hard for an unbeknownst reason to the lavender haired girl. "And you don't know me either, but you still do as if you can force me into anything! Well, guess what! You can't! I won't do as you say, because I owe you nothing! And if you decide to use what you know about me to your advantage… Well, if nothing else, that will prove how much of a liar you are!"
Bulma stared vacantly at his face. She didn't know what to make of that… Did he really believe so little in her? But then again, he never really trusted her. She knew his secret and he got some… well, information out of him just because he couldn't leave her in the dark after she knew about the fact he had a tail. That was quite not something you see every day. He would've otherwise never shared his problem with her if not forced by the situation. She pulled herself together regaining her composure. He didn't trust her; he made it clear to her. He didn't respect her, that he made clear too. If so, then what was she doing still there? Why was she struggling to help someone that did not care whether she was there or not? How could she be still being there for someone that did not wish for help? How could she respect someone who didn't give a damn about her or who she was? What was she doing still there? She had to go back home… The place she truly belonged to.
"If you have so little belief in me without even listening to what I say or what I do… Fine. Deal with your business yourself. I'm so sorry; I really have no idea what came over me! What did I think I was doing? Caring for someone who doesn't even respect the fact I am actually capable of emotions! Have you even heard of those, Vegeta? Or maybe you never heard they can easily get hurt?" She stared furiously in his eyes. There was boredom, aggravation and a slight glint of… regret? What a laugh that thought was! "Have a nice life, Mr. Ouji."
The door slammed behind her, knocking a deadly silence into the eerily still mansion.
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The gang was in the bus, the whole front seats taken by them. There was still a vacant seat by Bulma and she was staring emptily out of the window on her right.
"I'm so excited! I can't wait to get on those skates! I've never been ice-skating my whole life!" Marron exclaimed as she jumped up and down in her seat. Bulma rolled her cerulean eyes. She wasn't in the mood of her friend's giddiness. But then again, after sleeping with her boyfriend, while she was still going out with him, was Marron really a friend of hers?
"Me too! I have wanted to go for so long now!" ChiChi called in as well.
"And why didn't you?" Goku wondered.
"I never really had any time… I was so caught up with school, you," she smiled brightly at her boyfriend in the seat by her side, who grinned widely back at her in return, "and I couldn't just ditch things and—And just what in Hell's sake is he doing here?" She cut herself in mid-sentence, making everyone's faces turn to the person in question, who dropped down on the seat next to Bulma, locking their gazes for a brief moment.
"You know I love you too, wench." He implied sarcastically, making ChiChi's face falter. She was about to lecture him with the same speech as ever, but today was just not her day for talking as everyone seemed to so rudely interrupt her without even noticing!
"What are you doing here? I thought no one told you what to do." Bulma frowned heavily, recalling their last exchange the Friday evening. Vegeta shrugged and threw his bag in his feet crossing his hands behind his head.
"That's quite so."
"Then?"
"Then what?" Sighing in annoyance, Bulma just decided to dismiss the dumb distraction that her school mate and neighbour represented and just turned her head to the side, staring out the window at the climbing chauffeur.
"No one needs to tell me to go. I wanted to come on my own." He stated when he saw that trying to squeeze some argument out of her was useless. She was still mad as hell at him. A little voice at the back of his mind reminded him that she had the full right to. Or at least the little voice tried to say so before he squished it mentally.
"Whatever." Bulma muttered, feeling somehow strangely relieved when the bus engine started.
Marron jumped on Vegeta's backrest which was right in front of her seat and giggled sheepishly as her hands entangled around the teen's arms.
"Veggie! You decided to come along! I'm so happy! I'm sure you can do ice-skating just as well as you can do skating!" She screeched in her high-pitched tone of voice, making the male cringe at her volume. Oh, how he hated her voice and… Well, he hated her in general, actually…
"Of course I can, brainless Barbie-doll. And quit on the 'Veggie' part, got it? I'm sure you wouldn't want to see me when I'm angry…" He spoke in a low threatening tone. But instead of having the wanted impact on the brain-dead creature, she just giggled and looked at the side of his face with lust in her eyes as she absorbed every little bit of his handsome facial features.
"Oh! You're being evil… You have no idea how much that arouses me…" She spoke huskily in his ear. He pushed her away and glared at her.
"You have no idea how indifferent you are to me."
"Oh, now, don't be like that, Veggie…" He growled.
"Is she always as stupid as that?" He inquired of the girl in the seat by his. She threw him a bored glance and turned away just as suddenly.
"And you have no idea how little I find myself caring."
Vegeta frowned. The woman was a hard nut. She had been so… well, loving and considerate with him, always putting up masterly with a heated argument, that now it seemed like everything had changed for him… When actually it was just a simple girl that tried to play cool around him. Tried? His mind's voice chuckled at the statement. If you are as successful in your tries as she is, it could've been different.
Scowling, the dark haired teen made it clear to Marron to leave him alone before he got really dangerous. The whole trip he and Bulma kept silent, while the other kept on discussing what they would do first thing they get off the bus. Eastern city had been a dream for all of them since they have been children. After their town had grown it was just a childish memory, but still…
…Wouldn't you want to fulfill even one childish dream of yours, even now?…
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As there had been nothing interesting going on in our heroes' lives during their little stay at Eastern Capital, we can just retell what activities they have participated in.
Everyone went to the disco the first day. They got drunk badly, barely making it up the stairs to the elevator from the entrance of their hotel and the next day they woke up with a heavy hang-over. Yet that simple fact did nothing to dim their fun.
Later the same day they went ice-skating. That's when they finally managed to pull Bulma out of her room and Vegeta – miraculously – decided to come along as well. ChiChi suspected it was just to show off how well he could handle ice-skating, yet she kept her mouth shut as his slight tutoring helped them all to keep steady on both their feet throughout the whole time on the skating-rink.
The hotel had been just as nice as ChiChi had described. The covers were silky and all soft and nice to the touch. Bulma paid no attention to them as she was used to being treated like a Queen, but her friends had been rather impressed.
Over night, the girls would go to the boys' room and chit-chat and play lame games together until sleep was too strong to fight. The liked just spending some time together… All together except for both Bulma and Vegeta, who preferred occupying a bed in both their rooms.
The raven haired girl by far could not tolerate Vegeta and his attitude towards everyone. But she could clearly see the two had fought and the fact so many people were around just couldn't even serve Vegeta the chance to try and apologize. That's why on the last night she collected everyone after Marron went to sleep (another person ChiChi couldn't stand and was absolutely sure would be unable to keep any kind of secret, or keep to any plan). They decided on interfering in the two's affairs by spreading the false rumor that the price for the tickets of the bus they were heading home had been reduced and that everyone could go and see the U.F.O. that had been hidden by both medias and police after it had landed in the fields by their city. (It was so absurd that you can guess who made that story up… But still you can't start to imagine what suckers people in Eastern City actually are…)
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Bulma dragged her bag against the marble floor of the bus station not caring a little bit what it would look like after she lifted it up.
She looked lazily around in search of her friends. She found no trace of the traitors. And how could she when they didn't even tell her when her bus was? And now they left her all alone and disorientated in the middle of the huge bus station, leaving her to get her own tickets all alone.
Her cerulean eyes traveled up to the screen on one of the high posts. She glanced at her watch and her eyes budged out. She ran for the booking office and took out her purse.
"One for Western City (A/N?)." She said to the cashier. The woman tapped a few numbers on her keyboard in front of her rather large plasma monitor.
"I'm sorry miss; there are no places left."
"I can stand."
"I'm sorry; there is no way you can get on that bus. It is already too crowded."
Dejected and annoyed, Bulma fumed as she strolled down the corridors and glared in the direction of the sector where her bus was placed. Her bus. And it was leaving without her! How was that even possible?
With sparks in her eyes she noticed her friends who were waving at her from the same front seats they have been in on their way there as well, grins on all their faces. ChiChi's was the widest. With a heavy frown Bulma instantaneously knew who the brainiac of the whole show was. The girl was about to turn on her heel and kill some two hours before her next bus home was when ChiChi's hand mentioned for her to turn around and to look behind her. The heiress did so and just as fast as she had turned her head around, she whipped it back forward and her scowl deepened, if that was even possible.
"Chi, I'm going to kill you!" She mouthed. Her friend laughed as the bus sped off into oblivion, leaving Bulma all alone for two whole hours with none other than Vegeta himself………
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"What are you doing here?" He inquired in a dark tone.
"None of your business."
Vegeta snorted and didn't ask anything as they ate their way too expensive hamburgers, but being celebrity had a really good aspect in financial side. There was just half an hour before the bus would go. And for those ninety minutes they have shared only a few words between each other. No matter how hard he tried, Vegeta still couldn't make the stubborn woman get into an argument as she once used to. It was annoying the daylights out of him, really…
"The damned harpies…" He muttered.
"Damn ChiChi… I'll make sure to make her die slowly and miserably while writhing in agony once I get home…" Bulma added.
"I knew it was her doing." Vegeta slowly left off. "Damn it…"
"Just shut up and do as if you're not here and I will do just the same to spare us some idiocy, huh?" Bulma suggested. The male shook his spiky-haired head in dejection. This was really going no where as it was. It was just… inevitable!
"Alright, fine!" He exclaimed and sat up, dragging her along with him away from the bar towards some benches by the shops on their front. He made her sit and stood in front of her, letting out an exhausted sigh as he tried to put his words together as to inflict lesser damage.
"Well? I believe you didn't separate me from my food just to stare at me like that! You could've done that back there and I don't plan on wasting my time with you. I said everything I needed to and—"
"Admit you wanted to tell your friends about me!" He screamed, his temper getting the better of him.
"How could I not? As opposed to you, I have feelings and I have people that I trust! But, guess what else! I didn't! I never did! I never wanted to really offend you back there, nor did I want to make you think of me as someone who is not trustworthy. If I cared a little more and if you did, I might've still been at struggling to prove to you I do, indeed, deserve to be trusted. I have kept secrets worse than yours; secrets that could get many people in deep trouble. But no one hates me for anything like that now. You know why? Because my mouth is shut for such things, as I know better than to betray people and their fragile trust, as I hate being betrayed as well—"
Her endless tirade was cut short yet again.
"Why would you still struggle? What for? Who for? Why?" He just seemed like he couldn't understand how a girl's mind functioned when it came to friends. But it was not just a friend she was trying to find, maybe?
The girl wondered for a bit. Was it really something more she had wanted to find in Vegeta? Why was that so? What was so different about him? The fact he was observant of things others would never notice even if you mentioned them exactly to them? Because he could keep a decent conversation if he wished to? Or maybe it was because he was wide-awake, life-awake, in a way so less people were nowadays? It could be because of the fact they were so similar of character and behaviour. Well, at least in a way…? It hadn't really mattered before… Did it matter now?
"For egoistical reasons; for you; because I just set my mind into it." She answered curtly. He stared at her dumbly. He was still trying to comprehend what she had just said and the meaning behind her words. What was it? Selfish or selfless? Egoistical or gratuitous? He found her hard to understand. Sitting down beside her, she kept her gaze forward into nothingness.
"Why did you care so much for me? What am I to you? Who am I to you? No one. Just a figure you often see on magazine covers and a bastard that does nothing but try to make your life bitter."
"Honestly said, I have no idea why I cared, really…" He looked at her. She didn't. "You really are no one to me." He kept looking at her and she kept on avoiding his gaze. "But just to inform you,… Figures from magazine covers also have personalities, some more complicated than others." Her eyes focused on the falling rain. "And what I can understand even less right now is how I can still care…"
Finally, he had managed to catch her gaze. Hurt was just as evident in the cerulean orbs as it had been before. And it was his entire fault… How could he have inflicted such damage upon this girl after knowing so little about her, as little as she knew about him too… It was an unusual situation for him… People usually had that look after figuring out about his tail, after being cheated on, after anything else but this! He couldn't get it through his head…
His conscious being wanted to apologize, desperately. This girl… She hadn't deserved it. This hurt was not for her… She hadn't done anything wrong. She never earned it… And still… How could he say sorry when his pride screamed at him that he didn't need a fragile female to live as he had… Was what he had been leading those past eighteen years a life even? He couldn't help but lets his thoughts wander in that direction.
No matter how hard he tried to insure himself he didn't care, that he didn't need her, that he could continue the way he had always been without her help, that even if she interfered in his life now she wouldn't be able to do anything to help him as his situation was far beyond helpless stage… He still needed to apologize, just to keep even one sane part of his mind.
Slowly and gently, without any sudden actions, the flame-haired boy leaned in and captured Bulma's lips in a soft kiss, trying his best to transfer all these feelings he neither understood nor wanted for too long in himself to her. He hoped she would understand what such a tender kiss meant, especially for someone such as… well, such as him…
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A/N: So how was that? Sorry it isn't really eventful… Next chapter you're gonna love! Why? Because someone is going to enter our extemporized stage! Can you guess already? Yup, yup, the name is Hailie, ladies and non-ladies! And I have to say that I am extremely sorry that I'm writing so slowly, but I just can't start finishing with school-work! I have so much to do and so little time! I still do my best as you see! Next chapter will be far more fun than this one! I promise you that one! Don't forget to review! That will surely help me write it faster!
Usagi Emerald, Thanks a bunch for reviewing every single chapter, girl! I appreciate it highly! It was much of an inspiration, truly:)
Yours sincerely, DHA
