Bulma

I don't believe I've ever been in an awkward moment such as this one. To find you standing outside my door with Yamcha behind me. I was more surprised than angry. I don't know how long we three stood there, simply staring…me staring at you, you staring at Yamcha…and Yamcha…I don't know who he was staring at since I wasn't looking at him…but I'm going to guess he was staring at you…I mean, why would he stare at the back of my head----

"Vegeta," I heard Yamcha say rather cold and harshly.

You didn't say anything, but the muscle in your jaw twitched, letting us know that you did hear him. Your eyes…I don't believe I've ever seen such rage in there before, and there was something else…you must have been thinking of something, but I couldn't tell what.

"I suppose you eavesdropped on us and heard everything?" Yamcha continued. Your eyebrow arched up, and there was a slight nod. "Good, so your presence isn't needed anymore. So you can go train somewhere--"

I didn't see it coming. First I heard Yamcha talking, and then next thing I know something cut him off. Right when I turned, I saw your raised arm, my hair rising up for a bit at such fast speed. Then I fully turned around and saw Yamcha on the floor, his hands to his face. His curses were muffled as he rolled on the floor, side to side.

Before I could even react, you walked passed me toward Yamcha's body and lifted him from the foot. And with his foot in your hand, you began to drag him outside.

Maybe I should've done something, but I was too dumfounded to even move. I could only stare with my mouth open wide as you opened the sliding door into my balcony, stepped out and spun him around over your head before throwing him away off in the distance, his body becoming only a dot before it finally disappeared. I wondered if your strength was so unconquerable that Yamcha wouldn't be able to stop himself.

It was silent except for the sound of my beating heart. I felt the vibration run down my stomach, down my legs, to my feet and then traveled up again. We stood there, you and I, for who knows how long, simply staring off into the distance of where Yamcha could possibly. Finally, you turned around, your eyes staring straight at me. I couldn't move. The bright sun laid its rays on your tan body and I couldn't help but think you looked beautiful and so…cruel.

"Why?" I choked out. I got a reaction from you. Your eyes opened wide for a bit with surprise then it switched to confusion. Then you stared hard at the floor, as if you wanted the floor to give you an answer. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Why do you make love to me but hate me afterwards? Why did you give me everything that night…but then take it all away? Why are you hurting me? Why are you so silent? Why are my questions going unanswered? Why are you just standing there? Do something. Do something! I need…I need an answer. Please…just give an answer…

Vegeta

You fell to your knees then, with your slender hands against your face. I saw the tears seep between your fingers and slide down your hands as yours sobs became smothered. You hunched over like a ball, your body shaking spasmodically. It looked pitiful.

But I couldn't bring myself to feel disgusted with you. Because I knew I was the reason why you looked like that.

"Why?" you asked again. I can't…I can't answer. "Just give me an answer. I'm…I'm tired of being unsure…I'm tired of not knowing why…why you are doing this to me." Your voice was muffled but I felt the pain…I felt it in your voice…so painful and forlorn. Full of despair and loneliness…

"Just give me an answer…I don't care if you lie…I'll believe anything." You continued heartbrokenly. "I don't want to continue going on without knowing…why you find me so despicable…"

Truth is... "I'm selfish…" I said. You paused in your cries and looked at me with your glittering moist eyes, the tears still sliding down your red face. "I want this…everything. I want to keep you, but I want to keep myself from becoming like those lovesick humans. I want you…but I also want to be able to keep my solitude without your interruptions. At first…I didn't want the baby…but neither did I want everyone else to have him…or her. I'm completely selfish," I gave a pathetic chuckle, "Down to the bone."

You looked confused, but all I could do is give you a sad smile. "So you see…nothing is wrong with you." I turned around. "It's all…me…"

Me… me… me… there I go again. Me being selfish. It's always about…me… Why can't I think of anyone else?

"What…do you want to do?" you ask. I looked at you over my shoulder to see you standing, your fist held against your chest. Your eyes held mine with such determination that it took me by surprise. If it weren't for the puffiness of your face and your red nose, I wouldn't have known you cried at all.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Since you're so selfish and all you can think about is yourself, what do you want to do?"

I stared at you as I turned around to fully face you…my hands deep in my pockets to cover clenching fists. I was…unsure…

"Tell me! What do you want to do, dammit?!" you screamed.

I guess it was time to grow up. With all these events going on, it made me realize. I can't always think of myself… that my past of survival and becoming strong for myself was over…that with the androids coming, I can't just fight them for the sake of fighting. It took me a while to finally realize and I'm sorry it took so long…and I'm sorry the cost was your pain and tears. Finally, I realized that I had a family to be with… I had a bed to share… I had a baby to raise…I had a woman to love…and I had a home to protect. I'm not alone anymore so I can't think of myself. My life is going to be shared with a family...and it felt...good.

"I'll…do whatever you want me to do, Bulma." I said. "And I'll be willing…because I don't want to see you cry again…because..." I took a deep breath "…I love you."

That answer seemed to satisfy you because your face softened and your stiff body began to relax. Your eyes…they shone with love and happiness…warmth. I felt complete—

"Well then, you can start by doing the dishes."

...Huh?

I stood there, my mouth wide open no doubt.

"Don't look so dumbfounded," you chuckled. "You just said you'll do whatever I want willingly. And," you slowly began to turn around, "I want you to start by doing the," you looked at me over your shoulder and winked, "dishes." You walked out the room and down the hall. "Oh and afterwards, you can fix the wall you almost destroyed. The hole is still there." You chuckled once more as your waved your hand in the air as if you...dismissed me.

At first, all I could do was blink. What…What just happened?

"Woman!" I finally snapped as I chased you down the hall. You ran away, giggling aloud. I caught up easily, catching you by your arm and spinning you around to crash against my chest. From there, we held each other and it felt…nice. Because we weren't alone anymore.

End.