In Search of Home
Chapter 6: Longing to Forget
When Vegeta blasted off, he didn't bother to set a course; he just had to get off of Earth. Why did Bulma bother him so? She was bossy, arrogant, smart, proud. She was just like him. He sighed. That is why she got to him. She was the only female he had met besides Vichell who was not afraid of him. Bulma stood up to him, even challenged him at times. He even found himself liking the times she riled him. "I'm a warrior. I don't need her," he reminded himself. But even warriors had families.
"This looks like a good planet to train," Vegeta said as he landed on a desolate planet. He had been in space for a week and had found no trace of Kakarot nor could he forget Bulma. Her face, her personality, everything about her stayed with him. If only he could forget.
In the sky about him, an electrical storm raged and meteors fell; perfect for target practice. And Vegeta was grateful for the distraction, for it took all his concentration just to protect his ship from the meteors. The storm raged on for hours, a fitting manifestation of the turmoil Vegeta felt inside. Even though he was concentrating on protecting his ship, the longing he felt to return to Earth, to Bulma, would not go away. Finally, the storm was over. Vegeta returned to his ship and collapsed into a deep sleep.
"Vegeta, please don't go. Stay here with me," Bulma said, standing in front of him. She ran her hands across his chest, begging him to stay.
"Woman, leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you." Vegeta replied sternly, but did not move away.
"Oh, really? Then prove it to me," she said, taunting him. She pressed into him as he tried to back away, but it was increasingly difficult. Soon, he could not resist her touch any longer. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. His hands ran along her back as her touch provoked feelings he never knew he had. He longed to take her to his bed, to bond with her, to make her his wife.
Vegeta woke up in a cold sweat, his heart and breathe racing. He had been in space for nearly a year and he had not been able to forget the blue-haired human. He had many dreams about her, but none like the one he just woke from. Did he want her as his wife? When he had been on Earth, they always fought. They were too similar. But then, he liked it the most when they were arguing. Neither of them would give up an argument, but neither one of them won either. And she was pretty, no beautiful; not like the saiyan women he knew as a child. But why her? Why a human? He was the saiyan prince and should marry a saiyan countess or at least another warrior, not a human scientist.
Vegeta sighed as he looked at the fuel gage; it was nearly empty. He was on his way back to Earth, though he wanted to stay in space. The problem was, he did not know what kind of fuel powered the ship. Only Dr. Briefs knew, and to find out, Vegeta had to return to Earth. He had decided to wait to return to Capsule Corp. He could not bear to see Bulma yet; particularly since Yamcha would be there. He did not realize until it was too late that he had subconsciously programmed the ship to land at Capsule Corporation. As he exited the ship, Vegeta saw Mrs. Briefs and Yamcha standing there, but so was Bulma. "Just my luck; couldn't she have been gone?" Vegeta mumbled to himself, jumping to the ground. It took all his will power not to knock out Yamcha right then and there just to release some of his anger. Bulma had just said something about a bath. Yes, a bath sounded nice. He followed her inside, resisting the urge to pull her to him and kiss her. He let the hot water flow over his body, trying to forget, longing to forget…Bulma.