Date At The Seaside
Epilogue Part Three
Bulma sobbed loudly as she slipped a towel from the banister around her body, and then ran as fast as her legs could carry her away from Vegeta.
She had no idea why she was suddenly running, and why she had gotten so upset over him annoying her with the towel, all she knew was she wanted her own space and fast.
Finding the guest room a small place of tranquillity, she threw herself onto the bed leaving her soaking wet body to moisten the duvets. Something was seriously wrong with her, and she just didn't know what. First she was constantly feeling sick and vomiting so violently it bought her to tears, and now she was sobbing her heart out over something so stupid.
As she poured her emotions into the pillow, she felt something lumpy underneath the duvet. Curiously she checked to see what it could be, when something glowing caught her eye. The small plastic phone was on the hook besides the bed.
Quickly she pulled a television remote from under the blanket, and then rolled over and dialled the only person she knew would understand. Chichi.
Sobbing loudly as she heard the dialling tone for the third time, on the next ring an angry Chichi rudely answered. "I DON'T WANT A NEW KITCHEN! ARE YOU PEOPLE DUMB!?"
Bulma smiled gently, but then let a stray sob escape her lips at the voice of her best friend. Obviously the dark haired wife of Goku thought she was a salesperson…
"Chi… it's me." Bulma whispered as she got up from the bed and closed the curtains blocking out the sunlight that was pouring in.
Her stomach gurgled, so she clutched it absentmindedly and prayed to Kami that it wasn't what she thought it could be… she felt the familiar acid of vomit coming up to her throat but fought it back as Chichi began greeting her happily. "Long time no hear hun!"
After briefly catching up with her best friend, Bulma decided she needed an answer and fast. This was going to be a shock for the both of them, and she certainly needed a friend if the worst come to worst… still she hoped it could be some kind of food poisoning or sunstroke. It was possible.
"Is anyone else around?" Bulma whispered, as she sat back down upon the bed and then checked around to ensure Vegeta was nowhere nearby.
The room was a dark saucy red, her mother had picked the décor well and now it looked to Bulma like a tarts brothel; she couldn't stand this room, and she knew even more so that her husband couldn't stand this room.
In fact she was probably the first person to enter it in many months, which would explain the musty dusty smell that kept reaching the heiresses nostrils giving her the urge to sneeze.
As Bulma leaned against the four-poster bed, she pushed her head against the wall and tried to take her mind away from her pesky tummy.
She kept telling herself the more she thought about it, the worse it would feel. It was similar to a headache; if you think you are going to get one-you usually get one by thinking about it.
As Chichi gave the all clear and ushered Gohan from the kitchen, Bulma felt faintly relieved for a short time. "Chichi… I think I'm not well…" she said weakly, sighing she took a deep breath of air before Chichi began to sound panicked on the other end of the line.
'How lame did that sound?' Bulma mentally scolded herself, she sounded like a small child speaking to their mother. Of course she didn't feel well, she had been puking violently, and now to add to the horrid feelings she had an aching in her thighs and legs.
"BULMA! What's the matter? I'm coming round straightaway honey! Don't you move…"
"No… you don't have to do that…"
"You're not well, you obviously need looking after or you wouldn't have phoned! Where's that good for nothing Veg-" Chichi paused before she coughed loudly.
Bulma sighed, "He's here… somewhere."
She was already beginning to feel guilty for running out on him like that. She didn't even understand why she was so upset it was completely mystifying.
"Well somewhere's not good enough!" Chichi yelled, Bulma cringed as she felt her ear drums ring from the high pitched yelling of her friend.
Deciding that maybe the phone was not the best option to break the news, Bulma guessed that it wouldn't hurt to meet Chichi in person. First she would need to stop her friend from worrying, which was clearly by the tone of her voice what she was doing. That along with ranting about the Saiyan prince being so much like her mate, and never there when needed, like child labour…
After Bulma sat for a few minutes Chichi stopped her argument about Goku not being there when Gohan was born, and now she was focussed back on Bulma.
"Are you really ill? Do you need to go to the hospital? I'll get Gohan to fly you there right now!"
"No, no… I'm just…" Bulma paused as she cleared her breath and sweated. "I can't stop being sick."
Chichi was quiet for a moment, then her voice boomed back through the receiver. "You've obviously got this sickness that's going around, Gohans been sick the last couple of days. Just get some rest and drink plenty of fluids."
Bulma felt a little better, if Gohan had been sick then there was a really good chance she could have the same strain of virus. Perhaps she was worrying over nothing!
She could have just been upset because her immune system was really weak or something… she was no doctor but she knew the basics on how the body worked.
"Thank Kami." Bulma whispered, as Chichi continued with her lecture on how Bulma should be relaxing, and what medicines she should be taking.
She decided that now wouldn't be the right time to inform Chichi about her careless use of contraception. Her stomach still wanted to be sick as much as her mind was trying to block it out, and with the long lecture she was getting about overworking she decided that she couldn't listen to another.
The lawn mower outside started up again, and Bulma growled covering her ears and her nostrils from the smell of the freshly cut lawn. "Chi… I'm gonna go now, I'm still not feeling to good… I think I'm gonna go use the bathroom…"
Chichi promised that she would call around the next morning to check her friend was okay, and promised she would bring some homemade soup around that she had prepared for Gohan.
On the condition that Vegeta did not have any, her friend still had a deep grudge about the Saiyan prince, as much as Bulma seemed to have feelings for him.
She didn't bother to hide how she truly felt about the prince, and although it annoyed Bulma that her prince was being judged by his mistakes in the past it didn't seem to stop Chichi.
Chichi was right, she did need a good rest even though she had slept for a long time since the date. Sighing she realised that she would have to find Vegeta if he hadn't already flown away from Capsule Corp.
As she opened the door, she refused to let her tummy beat her. It really wanted to be sick, but for once she felt as stubborn as Vegeta; no sickness or vomiting was going to defeat her! Blushing when she realised she still wasn't wearing any clothes, as much as the former space pirate might enjoy it, she was not prepared to let him have another round. If indeed he was even talking to her after her sudden form of weakness by crying like that.
Rushing back inside, she found a fluffy white bathrobe and wrapped it around her body, which was now dry from the water. Looking to the towel that she had discarded on the bed, she decided it could just stay there and gather mould for all she cared.
The blue haired heiress was in no mood for cleaning.
Bulma hastily made her way down the long flight of stairs, and then into the kitchen. She wanted to make it up to Vegeta, and yet she didn't know how she was going to say it, she had just gone into emotion overdrive for no reason at all.
She found Vegeta as he sat up the table, and was consuming one of the largest sandwiches she had ever seen, even for Saiyan standards. Obviously the shower time had given the prince an appetite!
He didn't say a word and just glared from his sandwich to the female, the prince didn't know what to say and he had no idea. He wanted to apologise and embrace her like they'd done many times… but how was he to do that without looking stupid or weak.
The female didn't look any better than before the shower, and the only indication left was the wet matted hair, and the awkward way she was shuffling to the refrigerator.
Vegeta grudged, she was obviously still finding him big, she continuously told him this was a good thing and yet when she seemed hurt he felt these annoying emotions nibbling at his insides, and plaguing him.
Her face was still also pale, and by the way she was sizing up his sandwich she looked as though she were about to vomit in the kitchen sink. The prince paled at this thought, but then continued to bite into his monstrous sized sandwich without saying another word.
Bulma shivered as she huddled herself closer into her bathrobe, and relaxed into the super soft texture. It felt slightly comforting, and now all she wanted was to do as Chichi instructed and get some water and then go to bed. Without the prince.
As Bulma opened the refrigerator, Vegeta grunted strangely yet she chose to ignore it. Reaching forward she grabbed a bottle of cold water, and then a can of diet soda. Sighing she decided that she needed to apologise to Vegeta whether she really wanted to or not… she still felt confused.
Vegeta slowly appeared beside her, and then wrapped his arms protectively back around her waist as he rested his head upon hers. Bulma loosened her tenseness and almost dropped the drinks in surprise.
"Sorry…" Bulma whispered as she leant back and allowed her head to fall against his hard chest. Vegeta responded by pulling her even closer, and then cuddling her as though she was going to disappear at any given moment.
Again he wondered how this annoying woman managed to do this to him; she had such a control… more than anyone had ever had upon him before…
"Why do you apologise?" Vegeta whispered, although he smirked as he said it.
Bulma felt a bile in her throat, as her heart fluttered at his cuddliness. "I just don't know what's going on with me today… I'm all sicky!" she sobbed as she felt a tear slide down her face again, she finished the sentence and then felt Vegeta's hands shift and begin to sensually rub her back through the robe.
"I guessed that by your persistent vomiting." Vegeta said as he continued to rub his hands upon her back, Bulma could do nothing but moan with pleasure at his wonderful touch. He was even better at massaging than her personal masseuse Mr Coco.
"It hurts though…" Bulma said sadly, as she closed her eyes and allowed Vegeta to continue to rub her back and shoulders. She was still clutching the drinks; they were beginning to make her hands grow numb from their cold temperatures.
"You should be resting woman, your no use to me when you're sick."
Bulma fluttered her eyes open for a second, was this Vegeta actually showing some remorse? No… it couldn't be.
All he was probably worried about was when she was going to be fit and able enough to fix his precious gravity machine, and give him his next sex session.
He continued to rub her shoulders, before he leaned closer and purred seductively into her left ear. This caused her to shiver with both excitement and tenseness, she dropped the bottle of water before she even realised and then blushed at her reactions to her Saiyan prince.
Vegeta chuckled but continued to massage her, until she pulled away and picked up the bottle from the floor. Turning around she glared to him, but then her frown turned to a smile.
'Damn he looks so cute like that.' Bulma thought to herself, as Vegeta leaned against the extra large refrigerator and folded his arms arrogantly whilst smirking in her direction.
Shaking her head, she forced herself to look away from his mega hot body and focussed back onto her health. She was going to heed Chichi's instructions, and most unusually Vegeta's.
Bulma decided that a little more rest couldn't hurt anybody.
As she lied back on her own bed, she began to run thoughts through her mind about what had happened that day. She smiled as she reminisced about the seaside date, and how protective Vegeta had been towards that horrid little man. She then groaned as she recalled making herself look an idiot to the prince and the entire resort by puking her brains up over the stone wall.
Her stomach churned violently as she suddenly thought of the disgusting vomit and the horrid sensations of the burning acid in her tummy and throat. Before she realised it she ran as fast as she could back into the ensuite bathroom and was promptly sick in the sink.
The prince of all Saiyan's flopped sulkily onto the leather corner sofa and forced his head back against the spongy armrest.
His legs were stretched out, and although he hated to admit it, lying on the couch in this fashion was actually quite comfortable.
The television box was screaming out some dumb advert for candy, just as the prince began to allow his inner thoughts to drift to the blue haired human.
He couldn't take her from his mind, even when he had been fighting in space trying to become the ever so hard Super Saiyan, his thoughts and emotions had somehow been timed with her. In his dreams she was there, as he trained she was there and even now as he lied flat out on the sofa trying to concentrate on the stupid box she was there.
As much as he hated to admit it, the prince knew he had somehow fallen in love with this woman. Love… something that him and Nappa had mocked for years, it was the mystic feeling that he believed to be non-existent and just a form of weakness….
He had come to realise just how important this feeling could be, it was certainly no weakness Kakkorot had proven that. The prince now knew that this strange emotion was something that he had missed out upon all of his life. It was a sad fact, but even his father hadn't truly felt this bond with his own son,
The only person to ever gift it to him, and for him to feel the same way was Bulma. Beautiful blue haired human Bulma.
As Vegeta closed his eyes and blocked out the television adverts, he found himself drifting off into a light sleep… it felt strange for the woman to not be next to him when he slept, usually whilst they laid on the sofa she would force him to cuddle up. Not this time, she was upstairs resting and getting better.
His dreams plagued him; they were not as he would usually dream about – Bulma. Instead they were of large Saiyan eating worms… one thing that the prince truly did fear…
A few hours later the sun had been replaced in the sky by a big bright full moon, the stars were now out twinkling brightly, and as Yamcha heaved the remaining box into his air car, he sadly looked back to the outside of Capsule Corporation.
All the lights were out, with the exception of a couple on the top floor, he growled when he imagined her and Vegeta at it in the bedroom.
How could his girl do this to him? Vegeta of all people, the guy who had murdered him just a couple of years before. It had taken some time to get back to him, but a couple of months ago Bulma confessed to being in a relationship with the evil cold hearted prince.
That would explain why she refused him entry into her house and avoided all his calls. All the time when she had been playing him the fool, she had been with that no good stuck up prince Vegeta.
Yamcha growled coldly as he moved one of the boxes and got into the drivers seat of his black Jeep.
Bulma had done a good job sorting out all his stuff; she had put them in some very nice black binliners and had chucked them along with a couple of soggy boxes on the back lawn of Capsule.
Of course she avoided actually speaking to him, and instead opted to send him a simple email informing him if he didn't pick up his stuff within 24 hours then it would be placed in a skip, or Vegeta would dispose of it his way.
Yamcha sighed again as he switched the radio on, just his luck the only radio station his car would tune into; and it was playing a sad song about broken hearts.
Looking to his boxes, and wishing that he had allowed Puar to accompany him after all, the baseball player sadly turned the key in the ignition and switched the lights on.
It was going to be a long lonely drive back to his apartment… he wished he had opted to fly now, he felt so stupid as he slowly pulled away from the driveway and slowly rolled along the concrete pathway to the steel gates in the distance.
A stray tear rolled along his scarred cheek, as he refused to look back in the rear mirror and just focussed on getting out of his former girlfriends territory.
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