Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater

Chapter Eighteen: Blow Away…

On her first morning as an eighteen year old, the main thing she felt and which blinded all her senses was a splitting head ache. If being an adult felt like that all the time, she would probably wish to be a child again every day from then to the rest of her life. As she attempted to sit up and only had all her blood rush to her head all of a sudden making her feel as if she was hit with a heavy object in the back of her head, she just lay down and looked around the premise she was residing. The last thing she remembered from yesterday was the thought of how flexible her multifunctional boyfriend was while they finished their song on the dance floor… Then he had led her to their table where she sat down and just rested her eyes for a bit and… well, that was about all of her memories. She felt like kicking herself. Vegeta had been no less tired than her, yet she made him carry her all the way to her bedroom? She tried to reason with her inner self that it was, after all, her birthday and it happened only once a year and that she'd try to be more reasonable next time. That idea seemed to ease her conscience and gave room for her train of thought to head in a different direction, wondering where her prince could be, since the other half of her huge bed looked slept in.

Staring at her ceiling for a few minutes, reminiscing the previous night, Bulma felt mixed feelings towards it… On one hand, Vegeta had been perfect. No, he had been more than perfect. He had held down on to his promise to her, the word he gave her, and didn't let himself drift off in thought even when she did. But then again, she had heard awful things about her picture perfect lover, and had a hard time imagining any of them true, yet oddly could still apply them nicely to fit her counterpart's character… What horrified her was that some things seemed obviously, painfully true…

With a heavy sigh, the girl pushed herself up in the bed, letting her head adjust a bit to the change of position. Maybe she had had a few too many alcoholic drinks as well as beers at home yesterday night… She noted to herself never to repeat it ever again. Getting up and walking (more like dragging herself like a zombie would) over to her bathroom, Bulma shut herself off to the world in the late afternoon hours, making a mental note to bug her friends for a refreshing hang out after exiting…

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Nearly two hours after initially falling asleep (more like passing out in unconsciousness because of the complete exhaustion of the body), the teen woke up to the numerous shafts of light that pierced through his closed eyes and stirred his sleep rudely, interrupting a blissful dreamless slumber. Supporting himself on his hands, the spiky-haired boy looked around, still unaware of his surroundings but quite sure that his room didn't have navy thick curtains that blocked the sun rays. And soon enough, he recognized the dozing figure curled on the other half of the bed to be his girlfriend that had recently reached adulthood. He would've smirked had not the phrase that exited his lips the night before he fell asleep reached him before that. Their truce was over; he was exhausted and could no longer fight himself. Even if she made him promise to act like that again today, he would refuse and under no conditions would she be able to coax him into it ever again… It was a fight far tiring that a sparring session with Kakarotto and more painful than a full-power kick in the nuts. He sighed heavily and made his way towards the door that led towards the exit of the compound and he left the room with one lingering glance towards the sleeping female.

Closing the thick wooden door behind his frame, Vegeta looked over the railing of the second floor where his lover's room was located down to the living room hall, hearing quite a commotion for such an early morning, not to mention it was only Tuesday. Slowly descending the steps, he noticed that it was indeed the woman's parents that were having a party or celebration of some sort. Had he not been still sleepy and overall tired and not really a morning person (he didn't want to make her parents hate him so early in their relationship); he would've at least gone to check out what they were doing, or what they were celebrating. But considering the previously mentioned facts, he had no enthusiasm in such activities whatsoever and just headed towards his salvation, but before he managed to save himself, the shrill loud voice of Bulma's ditzy mother reached his still sensitive in the morning ears.

"Why, good morning there, young Vegeta. Would you like to have some pancakes with us?" She mentioned towards the kitchen, where Vegeta found his mistake in thinking that herparents were celebrating. Her mother was in a hyper mode, chirping and singing and what not, while her father, ever the intelligent and composed Dr. Briefs stroked his cat and waved absent-mindedly at the youth from the kitchen table, obviously having himself roughly shoved out of bed by his overreacting and ecstatic wife. The boy chuckled lightly but shook his head at the hostess.

"No, thank you, Mrs. Briefs. I think I'll just move back to my house for the time being. God only knows how desperately I need a shower." He responded politely continuing onwards to the door, gripping at the door handle before the woman called back to him again.

"Oh, but dear, we have so many bathrooms here. I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem for Bulma if you use one and wait for her before she wakes up." The blonde grinned widely, missing the menacing way Vegeta's polite mask cracked as his dark eye brows narrowed dangerously over his eyes, a clear sign of approaching explosion if not treating the situation well enough.

Dr. Breifs, who had been the one to deal with Vegeta's temper while waiting for the mansion next to their house to be sellable, had been utterly amazed by the 'willpower' the boy showed with such a polite clean way to slip out of the house, not to mention with the information that had once leaked from Bulma that the boy was anything but a morning person. So when he saw the danger approaching, he decided to jump in the conversation, before the temperamental boy woke his daughter up.

"Now, now, that's all great honey, but I'm sure the young man has to," 'Think fast, think fast, old man!' Dr. Briefs told himself, "go catch up with his morning work out." Vegeta blinked a few times stupidly while Mrs. Briefs just cocked her head to the side.

"But I'm sure half an hour more or less won't do much of a difference, would it?" Her head turned towards the boy who was still staring blankly at the old man. Before he could realize what he was doing, he flashed the old man a content smirk for the perfectly come up excuse and the best done save from his temper he had ever encountered.

"I'm already an hour late, ma'am."

"Oh, goodness. Then you should go, I guess. We would hate to ruin your routine!" She waved at Vegeta as the boy exited the room, throwing Dr. Briefs a devilish grin upon doing so before he lifted a hand up in the air with the back of his palm towards them and then disappearing behind the closed door. Bulma's father shuddered involuntarily. "That boy sure is something, darling, isn't he?" His wife commented as she returned to the kitchen. Dr. Briefs gulped.

"Yeah… Truly something he is indeed."

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As Vegeta strode down the fresh mowed lawn of the Capsule Corporation front yard over to the fence where he threw himself over to his own front yard, he noticed the tiny droplets of water on the blades of fragile grass beneath him. It had been a cold night then… He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of freshness that was rare in the city's limits. This was one thing he was quite thankful for – living in the outskirts of the town, away from fan girls and somewhere no one could follow him. Well, for the second there was a more particular reasoning, but we'll cover on that later on…

Slamming the front door behind him to have Kakarot aware of his presence if the goon was awake yet, the spiky-haired teen continued inside towards his spacious kitchen for a few bowls of cereal and whatever was left from other breakfasts. He was starved and if there was nothing to eat, he'd gladly bake Kakarotto for lunch. Though the goof would probably taste sinewy because of the muscle mass that he had adopted throughout his whole life, Vegeta would cope with it… Hunger didn't ask…

"Hey, Vegeta!" He was greeted by the person in question as soon as his foot was set upon the kitchen floor. Goku was currently baking some bread on the toaster. Or at least that was what he thought he was doing, as the other teen saw clearly that the device's cable was not plugged. "You're up early today! How'd you sleep?"

"Considering I was as far away from your snoring so I wouldn't hear a faint tone of it, it was one of my best naps ever." Vegeta remarked sarcastically, completely in a great mood for some Goku bashing. Yet the fool was as gullible as ever, absolutely missing the point in the other boy's words, seeing things in them that weren't there in the first place…

"I knew that if I let you sleep at Bulma's you'd feel much better than if you came home! Her bed is so nice and comfy and soft and—"

"Whatever…" The other guy cut him off, checking what was in the fridge left for him, his verbally aggressiveness evaporating in thin air as soon as it had met Goku's stone wall of imbecility… It was hopeless and he should've known from the start. Picking verbally on that fool and expecting a lash back was like poking a beheaded bird to go fly back in the sky. "What the hell are you doing, you buffoon? That thing isn't even on! Why are you staring at it like that?" He finally snapped while snatching a gallon of milk from the refrigerator.

"Well, you've told me before when I nearly burnt down the apartment," Vegeta sweatdropped at the memory, "that I should be more careful with this toaster, because it is especially fast and powerful and that if I leave it on for too long it might cause a fire. And, it's on, see." He pointed the fact that he had inserted the bread slices in the toaster and they were currently being baked. Or at least that was what he thought they were doing. And they were probably doing it for some time now… Vegeta rolled his onyx eyes, snatching an armful of cereal boxes and made his way towards the living room, where he could eat in front of the TV. Not that he would really watch something, but anything was a better company than Kakarotto. He threw a last fleeting glance at the goon who was staring eagerly at the toaster, as if truly expecting his toast to jump out of the device some time soon…

Half an hour later, Vegeta came back to the kitchen to dispose of the empty boxes of cereal and to look for something that would fill him up a bit more. What he found in the kitchen, or more like what he didn't find, made him stare for a few seconds before resuming his activities. He expected the idiot to at least move, or eat something else while waiting for the toaster. But instead of that he saw Goku still crouched over the bar plot by the wall, staring at the toaster, still waiting like a tiger for his prey… Shaking his unruly haired head, the teen proceeded towards the fridge and snatched some pancakes, leftovers from yesterday's breakfast, miraculously not eaten back then frankly said…

'He's just standing there… I can't believe he's just standing there, staring at that thing, completely oblivious it will never bake his bread. What an imbecile… Serves him right! Like I even care if he gets the cramps for standing there all day like the idiot he is…' The arrogant teen exited the kitchen, only to poke his head inside again a few seconds later, seeing the still Goku by the bar plot not moving even an inch.

"A-a-a-any time now!"

'I can't believe I'm doing this.' Vegeta thought to his self as he approached the fridge again, by which was the plug for the toaster. 'His idiocy must be highly contagious by now… There is no other explanation.' With a swift movement the sleepy Goku missed, the plug was inserted in the contact.

"What's wrong? It's glowing red! Oh, man, should I get some water before it gets dangerous!" The other boy panicked, and then looked at Vegeta strangely. "Say, what are you doing here again? Forgot something?"

"The juice." His friend explained calmly upon exiting the room. Goku cocked his head to a side. Shouldn't he have carried the juice in his hand if it was what he wanted? A second after the thought passed through his head, a pair of freshly baked bread slices popped up from the machine.

"Whee!" The other boy jumped up a few feet in joy. Hearing the idiot's called of glee, Vegeta assured himself that his motives to assist that buffoon in distress was because if he got any cramps his snoring would be worse than intolerable and uncontrollable…

A few minutes later he had Goku join him on the spacious sofa in front of the TV with a large table where they placed their breakfasts, snacking on various things together… just like in the old days. Vegeta smirked to himself as he dug in his cereal again. Yeah… Just like in the old days…

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As soon as he put the dishes back in the sink, he headed down for his work out and just to pass time until someone decided it would be the perfect timing to bug the daylights out of him and annoy him to no end… He was unusually grumpy today and he still had no idea why… But he had a few hours ahead of himself to find that out…

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Bulma brushed her hair in front of her vanity mirror while her phone rang again for the umpteenth time already. She was getting really late, but she could hardly find herself caring. A girl of her caliber had to take good care of her self before appearing in public. She giggled at the mere thought. Yeah, right, more like annoy the hell out of her friends before waltzing in to them. When the irritating sound got too loud to tolerate, she picked up the phone, instantly greeted by ChiChi's screech.

"How long do you actually take to get ready!"

"Is Vegeta annoyed enough for me to appear about now?" Her friends had told her to come to a café near Capsule Corp more than half an hour ago and she was still putting her finishing touches to her appearance, as if she was going for Grammy's or something…

"Er, Vegeta's not with us, Bulma." She heard Goku yell from somewhere beside ChiChi.

"You heard that?" Her friend asked her clearly from the phone receiver. The lavender haired heiress' perfectly and freshly plucked eye brows narrowed over her cobalt gaze.

"I damn well did, but why isn't he there? I though you said all of you are over there!" The girl snapped defensively.

"Well, all of us except Vegeta. There, happy now?" ChiChi lashed back, making Bulma roll her eyes in irritation as she fixed her top.

"ChiChi! Ask him why!" Her raven haired friend released a very heavy and irritated sigh, but she still heard the girl ask her boyfriend faintly,

"Goku, why isn't he here?"

"Well, when I went to the basement to tell him we're all going out he told me fuck off. I told him that we were going to have fun all together he told me he's not interested in wasting his time for training on, what was it, wait, wait, I'll remember it… Um… Yeah, those pathetic and utterly annoying excuses for humans who just love irritating and bugging him, I think… Um, and that's when his last drop of tolerance for me for the day exceeded, his talkativeness evaporated and he began cursing me and throwing stuff towards me… Err… And, well, that's about when my self-defense instinct kicked in and I ran off before he could actually aim correctly. And, yeah, that's about the last time I've seen Vegeta today."

"Sounds to me like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed…" Bulma heard Juu comment after Goku's explanation.

"Or the wrong bed…" She muttered to herself when ChiChi put the phone back to her ear.

"Well, you heard the man. Now get your ass over here, we're talking about yesterday! You have to tell me what shy boy told you after you two locked yourselves up in that bedroom of yours!" She giggled mischievously. Bulma smiled lightly before answering.

"Sorry to make you wait guys, but I think I'll go check what's up with Vegeta before I join you, okay?" She heard ChiChi's groan loud and clear.

"Fine! Drag him over as fast as you can."

"Bye, Chi." She put the phone down, making her way over to Vegeta's place. Let him say all those things he said to Goku in her face! The nerve of that guy!

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A knock on the door brought Vegeta out of his berserk state of mind and body. His head whipped towards the door of the basement, his not-so-secret working out place, which dangerously resembled a gym. He had made it in his previous living quarters in order not to visit those public gyms, as the rumor would most likely spread immediately and he would have no peace wherever he went. It was a part of being popular he completely abhorred… He got zero privacy… Not to mention all those girls swooning after him no matter where he went.

On the door frame stood tall and smiling his friend.

"Hey, Vegeta!"

"Fuck off, imbecile. I'm busy." He informed the poor creature before resuming punching the bag, making his comrade wonder whether it was his face the shorter boy imagined when he sent his swift powerful punches…

"But, Vegeta, the guys are already at a café and they're all waiting for us to go! Come on, let's go have fun."

"My idea of fun includes none of those pathetic and utterly annoying excuses for humans who just love irritating and bugging me. I'd much rather train that waste my time with you losers." He growled, kicking the bag and sending it almost flying backwards, still hanging on its hold, miraculously.

"But—"

"Shut up and disappear, you idiot! I don't want to see you around again!" Vegeta bellowed, grabbing the soda he had taken a few minutes ago but still haven't even touched, throwing it at Goku, missing by a hair's breadth… The other boy gulped loudly and grinned nervously down to his friend from the top of the stairs.

"I see you're enjoying yourself here, so I'll be on my way now—"

"Get out, get out, GET OUT!" This time a weight flew directly towards his face, but Goku dodged it fast and slammed the door shut, running out of the house before he could get chased off. Vegeta breathed in long ragged breaths, his hands agonizing already.

If he went out with them, he'd have all those people whisper behind his back just like yesterday in the disco. They seemed to have personal lives other than commenting on him, but whenever he crawled out of his hole they'd attack him in such a low way, making all his new 'friends' look at him as if he was filth on their shoes…

I wish that I could disappear... Unzip my skin and leave it here…

There was this short time when he was a nobody, when no one cared where he went, what he did, what he said, whom he dated, what he did with and whom he did it with… The times when he would have at least a bit remaining peace of mind, when he wouldn't get himself chased around by low life females, challenged by imbeciles because of the 'prides of their girlfriends' stolen by his 'unworthy self' in his 'quest for vengeance'… Such corny idiotic bastards, it was a pity such people even lived…

So that I could be no one again…

Whether it was cowardice staying away from people just for the sake of not being deserted or bad mouthed by those he would think as closer than most, he didn't know. He didn't even care… He didn't need anyone; he would need no one ever again… He had told the woman that, a few times over and over again…

And never let nobody, I'd let nobody in…

I've lost too many friends along the way…

He looked at his knuckles and smiled in a malicious scary way. He took some strange of sick pleasure in seeing them like that, and even in a worse condition. He slammed his fist in the punching bag again. He had been doing this for hours, and he'd continue doing it for hours more, if it depended on him… He would let no one interfere with his intense training… He needed to get stronger, stronger so that he could let no one make use of him ever again… So that no one would be able to get under his skin ever again… He would let no one in! No one! He needed no one! He didn't need those imbecilic mortals trying to figure his complicated nature out with their tiny comprehension!

Sometimes these shoes don't feel right in my head… Feel like a book that can't be read…

'What about Bulma?' A voice from the corner of his mind inquired. He paused his punch throwing. Well… Even if he did need her, which he didn't, he assured himself, she didn't need him. She was rich, beautiful, high attractive and sexually appealing. She could have anyone she wanted. A rich, aristocratic, handsome smart ass, like herself, who led his family tree from some sort of old dynasty of filthy rich bastards… She could have anyone… Why would she want someone… someone like him?

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Bulma crept inside the house, surprised that the door was unlocked, but not paying much heed to it as she knew her boyfriend's keen senses for intruders. She made her way up the stairs towards his room being the first place she checked. She couldn't have known how early he had woken up since she had slept in till much later, still figuring out from her connections (just her parents) that he refused breakfast and moved out of her house in the morning. She opened the door and poked her head inside, planning to at least try and scare him, knowing the stone he was when it came to catching him off-guard. To her slight surprise, she found no one in. His bed didn't look like it was even touched.

The girl entered the spacious bedroom, looking around, having the time for once to look around unbothered by being found out. It was a really luxurious place there… And she had to admit, he had a taste for colouring and furniture. She expected to see a vanity mirror bigger than her own somewhere around this room, thinking he would love to admire himself a bit in privacy whenever he wanted, yet again surprisingly found no mirrors or mirror-resembling objects. Shrugging it off like a minor thing, she entered the adjourning bathroom, already scheming how she would creep inside the shower cabin while he cleaned himself off from the tiring work out session, yet found no one inside.

Flicking the light on, she continued her inspection of her lover's living quarters. There were beautiful tiles on the walls and the floor, a huge bathtub where probably three people could easily fit, a spacious shower cabin and no gel on the sink? She laughed. She had seriously expected that he put tons of gel on his hair to have it straight up like that, yet by touching it numerous times already she could tell that was not the feeling of gelled hair. Still, how could it just stand up naturally like that? It was an enigma just like its possessor.

No mirror whatsoever here either. She was sure this was Vegeta's room, as there were some of his clothes lying around the bed and some chairs in the room… You need a mirror in the bathroom for the morning routines, right? Strange… Even so, the heiress shrugged the topic off again and made her way downstairs again, wondering if he was still training, after half an hour of Goku's initial invitation.

Taking the stairs by two at a time, she was in front of a small door almost immediately. She took a peek inside, only to be greeted by a thick darkness, having just a few shafts of light coming inside from the curtained tiny windows at the ceiling of the huge premise. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lack of any lightning, and when they finally did, her ears picked up a few words that by no doubt had exited her boyfriend's mouth as he was the only resident of the place currently aside herself. Her eyes widened when she finally found him and the rays lit his upper limbs and creepy grin. In the dim lit room, his expression became twice scaring…

Bulma quickly closed the door lightly, as not to make her presence known, her eyes still wide as her hand went to her mouth. She had no idea if it had been sweat that had trickled down his face as she had barely seen him in the dark… But she knew the rest was quite true, his knuckles oozing with blood, a strange grin, sadistic expression, on his face, his form still. As she recalled the image of him in that position, she felt a cold wave wash over her and a shiver ran down her spine, making her whole body shudder violently involuntarily. She shook herself off and made her way towards her friends. She had intruded upon a private moment of her boyfriend's… He would never forgive her if he ever found out…

She tried to shake the feeling of dread off, knowing that she would be an open book to her friends if they saw her like this… But she just couldn't rid herself of the scare he had given her… Treating his self so mercilessly… No wonder his knuckles were bruised on regular basis… Was that how he trained!

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Live in my head for just one day… I see myself and look away…

He stood there in the eerie silence of the room, the same silence he'd love to have resounding in his mind too… He stood still there, his hands' blood dripping down in small droplets to the floor, on odd smile making its way to his face before he could even realize it…

He stood there, stock still, paralyzed, looking at the lifeless frame on the floor, her form resembling a broken doll. His eyes blinked slowly, not daring to look up at the man in front of him. He wasn't shocked by the person on the ground in front of him. He was shocked more by the fact of who the person lying in front of him was…

"What are you looking at, boy! You want some too, huh? Huh!"

"I'm not a weakling anymore…" He whispered barely audibly, his voice hoarse.

The crumbled form of a shaking boy stood in the darkness of the unlit room, the pulled curtains barely letting the moon light inside.

"Kakarotto…" He breathed in shakily. "Why'd you leave me? Why did you choose her over me! I thought… I always thought of you as my closest one… Why did you leave me now, when I most needed you!"

"I don't need stupid Kakarotto anymore… I'm strong and powerful… I can take care of myself…"

The teenage boy stared at the couple in front of him.

"You dare come to me hand in hand and rub it in, don't you?"

"No, it's not like that! I told you already, why won't you listen to me!" The girl sobbed, taking a step towards him while he took a bigger step back.

"Go to him, Hailie! I don't need either of you! Get lost; be happy together, after all the time I wasted on a traitorous wench such as you!"

"But –

"If he says he doesn't want us here, then we'll disappear." The person behind her put a hand on her shoulder, holding her back from crawling to his former best friend. "Let him know that he was the one who doesn't want us in his life."

"Why would I want such traitorous imbeciles as friends? Do you even KNOW what a friend means, you selfish bastard? You knew how I felt and still you backstabbed me, you low-life? Name just one reason I'd still tolerate either of you!" His counterpart snorted.

"Just know that YOU are the whimsical spoilt brat right now, Veg man. Maybe I knew of your feelings, but did you know of mine?"

"Liars, traitors, losers using me… Does it give you some kind of sick pleasure humiliating me? Does it grant you some twisted joy to see me break? Maybe you should just come and put an end to all of this… Wouldn't that be better for all of us? It would put an end to all your fun, what a shame?"

So now the walls are closing in… Because in life you sink or swim…

He collapsed to his knees, staring down at the ground, not really seeing it, just noticing how laboured his breathing was. Exhaustion had finally reached him and hit him full force in the face. He was feeling claustrophobic in his own mind… His head wasn't big enough to hide from the memories… He chuckled, noticing the small droplets of sweat crashing to the ground from down his face. He needed to take a break…

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Bulma arrived in the café a few minutes later, not really looking in the mood for 'having fun' or explaining about her time together with Vegeta. As a matter of fact, she felt quite guilty for looking him up and intruding when she was least wanted that she didn't feel comfortable sharing any of their private experiences together with anyone…

She sat down, looking really out of it to her friends, but they resumed their talks from before she had arrived, leaving her have herself for a bit before pursuing her in a conversation. As the 'therapy' didn't work, ChiChi looked at her closely, her eye brows narrowing.

"Are you alright? You look really out of it." ChiChi voiced everyone's thoughts aloud, all of them nodding in agreement. Bulma smiled nervously.

"Um, yeah, I'm just thinking for a bit, sorry…"

"More like spacing out for some time." Juu said, leaning with her elbows on the table, as if seeing right through Bulma's mask with her piercing azure gaze.

"What's wrong?" ChiChi's eye brows were still narrowed when she asked that. Her friend didn't answer and looked away from the table, to some spot in a different dimension probably. When her gaze returned to the 'mortal world', she gave Goku a strange stare upon remembering the other bizarre thing she had encountered in Vegeta's quarters that had quite surprised her.

"Why weren't there any mirrors in Vegeta's room if he's so conceited and vain?" She looked inquiringly at Goku while the others stared at her as if she had just grown an additional hand. In the next moment Goku's puzzled expression broke in a grin and he chuckled. "What's so funny?" Bulma's eye brows dropped over her eyes, not finding the topic amusing at all. Now the whole table's attention was directed to ChiChi's lover.

"It's just that you're the first person to notice this." He laughed again. "I wish I'd see if Vegeta would react about this." He added, taking a sip of his afternoon coffee.

"Didn't you get the catch phrase wrong? It's 'I wish I'd see how he reacts about this'." ChiChi lifted an eye brow at her goofy boyfriend, thinking he was just being himself again. Little did she know that the boy was always dead serious when it came to his best friend.

Goku shook his head, still smiling when his ears perked up at the song that was getting played in the café.

"The irony…" He muttered, chuckling again.

"The irony of what?" Bulma lifted an eye brow, but was shushed by Goku's lifted index finger, motioning for her to listen to the song.

"Live in my head for just one day…" He slightly drummed his finger to the song that was played on the radio station the café was on. "I see myself and look away…" Bulma's eyes widened barely visibly, yet Goku understood his message was sent successfully. "It has been twice in my life that I have seen the intensity of the feelings the lyrics of this particular song hold…" He smiled sadly.

"Are we missing something?" Juu wondered aloud.

Yes, indeed, Bulma thought. It would've been good to see if Vegeta would react to that kind of information… Or he would just keep his feelings, like all things he thought personal, to himself, for no one to ever see, stored somewhere in the depths of his soul… Before she could comprehend what had happened, she felt someone slump down next to her in the free place, a hand snaked on the back of her seat. She looked at the person next to her, recognizing her boyfriend's bored expression. He blinked looking forward to his best friend.

"I can't believe I'm actually here, staring at your smug expression, Kakarotto… I swear, your stupidity is getting seriously contagious and rubbing off on me…" Bulma turned her head to look at Goku's face only to find no trace of his nostalgic mood, yet a shining grin beaming at the couple at his front.

"Sure it is, Vegeta."

She continued staring weirdly at him and he soon noticed that, turning his onyx deep eyes towards her. She could swear he could see right through her; that he could see her soul and the remorse she felt of coming down to get him… All those feelings, together… He probably knew, by the harshness of his gaze she could tell, he knew she had intruded upon his own moment of privacy, one of his few… What would he say now; would he tell her in front of all their friends? Would he belittle her in front of all her close ones and fight her here? Would he go all aggressive on her like that time when he transformed? Could it be that he would turn into that beast again, caught in by his anger?

When he spoke, all was lost…

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Author's Notes: You probably hate me right now, I bet. Tomorrow it would have been a month since my last update. Snickers… Well, you know that my lack of inspiration is always your fault, as well as my huge inspiration. I'd like to thank Shades of Crimson for her wonderful review that triggered my will to write the chapter sooner, VeryShortMidget for all her wonderful long reviews (I'm in love with those) and my best friend Mila for inspiring me about the content of the chapter. Yours sincerely, Dark Hope Assassin