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"Talking" 'Thinking/Flashbacks/dreams…etc.' Saiya-go (A/N: Author's Notes)
One Girl, One Wish
Chapter Five: Devils and Angels
"There's a devil in my head and an
Angel in my bed that's getting colder
I cannot, I will not let her go"
– Royal Bliss: Devils and Angels –
Vegeta's POV
There's something about the middle of the night that relaxes me… and I am in much need of relaxation after the recent events… Ugh… I swear that woman will be the death of me! Either her, her idiotic friends, or that stubborn old bastard I call Father.
Ever since that woman showed up here there's been nothing but trouble… First, father says I have to mate with this woman because, supposedly, she is my soul mate. Tch, as if there were even such a thing as a "soul mate", it is all just a child's fairytale. And now Frieza is trying to abduct Bulm- the woman… I am the only person who knows of this so, of course, I have to protect her… and I got my arm broken in the process…
I should just allow Zarbon and Dodoria to take her… then I could be rid of this annoyance. But… something is preventing me from allowing that to happen. Perhaps I am going soft…? No, that could never happen… could it…? Stchei, of course not…
I leaned against the palace wall, "You can come out…I know you're there…" I called out casually.
"Wha– How did you– I didn't even–" And there she is… that woman that is causing me so much stress… "H-how did you know I was there?" She said.
I sighed, "How would I not know you were there…?" I asked nonchalantly as I turned my head to look at her. "You know, in the moon's light you don't look so ugly…" I smirked.
She frowned and placed her hands on her hips, "I'm not sure if I should take that as a flattering remark or if I should slap that stupid smirk off that stupid face of yours for calling me ugly!" she said, her sapphire eyes glaring daggers of death at me.
"Is that a threat…?" I asked, smirking and walking towards her.
Her glare intensified, "You better believe it is, oh royal pain-in-the-butt!"
I continued to advance toward her, "Are you willing to carry out your so-called 'threat'?"
I watched as she took a small step backwards. Her cocky attitude had suddenly been replaced by fear. She tried to hide it, but I knew it was there. I could smell it, I could smell her fear. Fear was one of the scents I knew, recognized, and even took pleasure in because of what he had done to me…
"M-Maybe…" she stuttered nervously.
"What's the matter? Don't tell me you're afraid of me…" I smirked somewhat menacingly. "Where has your bravery gone?"
She drew in a sharp breath as she stepped back once more. Her fear had shot up to a new level, and I was causing it to rise higher still with every step I took toward her. Her eyes widened as she could no longer mask the fear inside her.
Now, I would never hurt her… Injuring women is something I despise. I cringe every time I come across a woman on a planet Frieza had sent me to purge. I attempt to make an effort to kill them quickly therefore there will be no pain…
But why is she afraid? What does she even think I will do to her anyway?
No longer could I just smell her fear… No, I was close enough to feel it now as well. Her fear made my heart race, and her fear had caused a certain… instinct to build up inside me. It told me that I wanted her; that I needed her…
I desperately attempted to shake the instinct from my mind. I finally managed to do so… however it was not an easy task…
I came to a halt before her, "Well?" I said.
"W-Well what…?" the woman said, I could see she was trembling.
I placed my good hand on my hip, "I thought you were going to 'slap that stupid smirk off my stupid face'."
She blinked, "…Huh…?"
An unintentional sigh escaped my lips, "I don't have all night…"
The woman was shocked; I myself was shocked. What the hell has gotten into me?! As though it mattered… I wouldn't even feel pain if she slapped me.
The woman, shocked and confused as she was, decided to keep her word. She raised her hand and smacked me right on the cheek. I wasn't even fazed. She, however, yelped and pulled her hand back. She even began to blow on it, which I did not understand at all…
"That's all the strength you can muster…?" I asked, a bit disappointed at how weak she was…
For that I received a death glare. Then the glare was replaced with a look of…innocence? "Well, I'm only a helpless sixteen year old girl… and you're a big strong man…"
What the hell was this woman talking about? "What the hell are you talking about, Woman?!"
She frowned, "I was trying to– I was going to– …NEVER MIND!! I don't know anymore! I'm so confused right now, I could just– AND MY NAME IS NOT WOMAN!!" she practically screamed in my face.
I smirked and replied sarcastically, "You're right, you're right… I'm sorry… Bloomers…"
That did it. She was furious now.
"You– You– YOU…" the woman stumbled over her own words. She let out a cry of rage and instantly began beating against my chest with her fists. I admit it, I was shocked at this sudden outburst of hers.
She unexpectedly stopped, fell to the ground, and buried her face in her knees. …Was she…crying? I tilted my head to the side a little. How had that…caused this…? I had made fun of her name before but she had never done this.
Without fully knowing what I was doing, I knelt down to look at her.
"Hey…" I began, "What's the matter with you…?"
She raised her head enough for me to see the tears built up in her sapphire eyes, but she wouldn't look into my eyes. "I… don't know…" she replied softly. "Ever… Ever since you told me about Frieza… and I found out he was on Earth…I've just been…" I waited for her to go on, but she didn't. Instead, she said something else; something surprising… "Why do you hate me…?"
I was stunned. I don't hate her… I may deny it, but I do not hate her. I opened my mouth to say so, but the words wouldn't come. She stared at me, her eyes glistening with tears, then once again buried her face in her knees.
Finally, I sighed, "I don't… hate you…"
"You're just…saying that…" she said, her words muffled by her knees.
I put my hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at me once again, "No, I'm not… I promise that I don't hate you… and…when a Saiyan promises something…they have to keep their word…" I couldn't believe the words coming from my mouth. I am definitely soft……
She gazed at me for the longest time. Then, unexpectedly, she threw her arms around my abdomen, buried her face in my chest, and continued to cry.
My eyes widened slightly. I was appalled. I didn't know what to do. Perhaps… even if I knew what to do, my body was too stunned to allow me to do it. Eventually, when I was able to move, I awkwardly raised my hand and placed it on her back, and I felt her tighten her grip.
I didn't fully understand why I did what I did. It was as if it were an… instinct to comfort her… Some instinct that I never even knew I had… I sighed and gave in to the 'instinct'. I pulled her closer and rested my head against hers. We stayed like that for a while. She continued to shed tears as I continued to question myself about what the hell I was doing.
Eventually, after a long baffling while, she stopped crying. Her breathing was slower and more relaxed, I could tell she had fallen asleep. I sighed and gently lifted her into my arms, doing my best to ignore the pain in my broken arm. I carried her inside and placed her in her bed. I clutched my left arm and cursed silently, "Damn…Zarbon…for breaking my…damn…arm…" I gazed at Bulma's slumbering figure for a moment, then made up my mind, "Tomorrow…" I said quietly, "I'm going to start training you…" I smirked, "then you could really kick my ass…" I chuckled softly to myself as I exited her room.
As I shut the door I felt eyes upon me. I quickly examined my surroundings…then…I found him—the man that was staring at me—it was my father.
"And what do you want, old man?" it was as if my words had venomous malice dripping from them. I greatly despise that man…
The old man sighed deeply, "Vegeta, I don't understand why you hate me so…"
I turned away from him… I did not want to look at him…not after what he had done…
My fist clenched tightly causing my knuckles to turn white, "It was your fault Frieza got his hands on the queen…" I said through gritted teeth.
"I did my best to save her! I tried to change her mind! You should know that by now, you impudent brat!" my father spat back at me.
"If that was true, then she would still be here, wouldn't she!?" I angrily strode off down the hall, my fist still clenched tightly. I intentionally walked passed my room hoping that a small walk around the palace would suppress my anger.
That man—the one who calls himself "The King of Saiyans"—was the one who allowed Frieza to take the queen—my mother—and turn her into one of his slaves… and not the sort of slave that scrubs the floors, does dishes, cooks the food; those sort of things… No, he used her for… other things; things I wished I hadn't known. Things…I prefer not to think about…
As I returned to the door to my room, I was about to open the door and retire for the night when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey Vegeta, whatcha doin' up this late at night?" It was none other than that 'Goku' brat. Tch, if this boy truly is a Saiyan, then why does he have a ridiculous name like 'Goku'?
I furrowed my eyebrows and spat, "What do you want, brat?"
The boy put his arms behind his head, "Nothin'… I was just wonderin' what you were doin' up this late, Vegeta."
I narrowed my eyes a bit and turned to face him, "I could ask you the same thing…"
The boy lowered his arms and scratched his head. I was almost certain this boy had head lice… "Oh, I think I was s'posed to ask you somethin' but I can't remember what it was..."
"Tch, don't try too hard to remember…" I smirked, "you might hurt yourself." The boy either ignored me or didn't understand what I meant. I opted for the latter…
"Well, I can't remember… Oh! Could you teach me how you do that… um… floaty thing you do?" the boy asked. I was sickened by the large grin on his face.
"Perhaps… If you wipe that stupid grin off your face…" I responded coolly.
The boy's smile grew larger, "So you mean you'll teach me?!"
I glowered down at the child, "Sure…Fine…Whatever…" That boy, 'Goku' or whatever, obnoxiously leaped up and down. I shot him a glare, "Hmph… Meet me outside tomorrow first thing in the morning and I'll teach you… Show up late, and I might change my mind…"
"Alright Vegeta! You can count on me to be there!" that boy, that Saiyan boy, smiled brightly up at me… Ugh… his exhilaration made me want to vomit… "Oh!! Vegeta, I remembered what I was gonna ask ya!"
I sighed, "What…"
"Do you like Bulma?"
Do I like…Bulma…? I assumed he meant "Am I fond of her"… …Am I…? Of course not… Although… there is something… deep inside…that tells me otherwise… Perhaps I am becoming slightly attached to that annoying, loudmouthed girl… "Why do you care…?" I asked.
"I dunno, I was just wonderin', cuz she worked so hard when she was lookin' for the dragon balls so she could make her wish to meet you…" the boy said with that annoying grin still plastered onto his face…
I can tell that this brat will not leave me alone until I answer his question… However… what answer should I give him…? I suppose I'll give him the truth… That minuscule mind of his will possibly forget it by the time the morning arrives… "…I…guess…" I said as I turned away from the boy.
"Oh ok," the boy said. "Well, G'night Vegeta!" That boy—Goku was it?—turned and ambled off down the hall… finally leaving me alone… I sighed, mostly from exhaustion… This had been a long trying day…
Bulma's POV
When I woke up this morning I felt angry and exhausted! I felt like I had only gotten about two hours of sleep. I think I really did only get that many hours of sleep… I felt my face burn as I remembered what had happened last night…when I… sort of… broke down in front of Vegeta.
I was surprised that he actually held me when I flung my arms around him. Maybe he's not as bad as I think he is… or…maybe he was just sick. Yup, that had to be the reason! I laughed aloud to myself until a thought hit me… I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. "Great…" I said to myself, "There's another reason for Vegeta to make fun of me… Now he's gonna start calling me a wimp or a crybaby or something else…" I sighed heavily. He does it just to get me angry, I just know it! "I just won't let him get to me…" I felt an evil grin form on my face, "I can counter his insults if he does call me a wimp… I can say, 'Ha! I was faking it! And you fell for it… Gee, you must be pretty stupid!'" …No… that wouldn't work… Besides… I have a feeling Vegeta won't give me a hard time about that… I don't know why, I just have a hunch that he won't.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my bedroom door followed by you-know-who's voice… "Hey lazy ass! You're not up yet?!"
I frowned, "Shut up, jerk!" I shot back, "A girl needs her beauty rest!" That was a stupid thing to say…and I deeply regretted it…
I watched the door open revealing Vegeta's smirking face, "Yeah, and you need plenty of beauty rest… You're about as beautiful as Frieza's ass!"
"Shut up!!" I screamed as I grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a pillow, and threw it at Vegeta's head. Sadly, he easily dodged it…
"Come now…" he said. I could tell he was plotting something by the 'innocent' look he had on his face, "That's no way to treat your future mate…"
"Oh, don't bring that up!" I said as I waved a hand at him. "We have to wait a few years before that can happen!"
Vegeta smirked sinisterly, "You don't even know how it happens, do you…" he said.
I shook my head, "Do I want to know…?" I didn't think it could be that bad, so I didn't worry too much.
"Perhaps…" he said in a low voice, sending shivers up and down my spine.
I figured that it couldn't be much different from a wedding, but I decided to ask anyway. "So… how does it happen?" I asked. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. It felt like it could just up and pop right out and fall onto the floor!
Somehow, Vegeta and I had gotten closer… If we had been any closer, we would've been kissing. I suddenly felt the urge to throw my arms around him and kiss him right on the lips, just like that! But I resisted. I was interested in what he had say.
"Well…" he began, "I can't tell you…" I was a little disappointed when he said those words… but he continued to speak in his low husky voice, "But…"
"But…?" I repeated barely above a whisper. But what? I wanted to scream, "Tell me now!!" but I didn't. I just silently waited for him to finish.
"I could show you…" he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him, closing the small gap between us. I raised my face to gaze into his dark, ebony eyes. It seriously looked as if he were about to kiss me! I felt my face turn hot, I was most likely blushing. My mind was screaming, 'Oh my Kami!!' My heart was racing. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips brush up against mine. It was like some fantasy! Like one of the dreams I used to have when I was a kid. The ones where I was in the arms of my own prince charming… and now I finally had my prince; a real one too!! Then…I remembered something… This was Vegeta, for Kami's sake! This was the man who tortured me on a daily basis! This was the man I barely even knew! Oh, but I didn't care at the time! This was so romantic! It felt too good to be true! And…I found out…that it was too good to be true…
"But not right now…" he said as he brushed me aside.
"What?!" I shouted. It felt like my racing heart had sunk down to my toes.
Vegeta shrugged, "You said it yourself…" he said simply, "'We have to wait a few years before that can happen!'" he said, imitating me; mocking me…
I frowned and folded my arms, "Why can't you just tell me what happens?!" I asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
Vegeta smirked, "I can't… If you don't know how it works, I have to show you…" This was ridiculous…
"Come on! Just tell me! Please?" I pleaded with him.
"I can't," he replied, "It's easier to show you… And don't even bother saying, 'just show me now,' because you said you wanted to wait…" Damn you, Vegeta…
I just decided to give up, "Fine, fine… Show me when I'm… eighteen or…something…maybe even seventeen…"
Vegeta nodded, "Alright, I will then…" What I didn't tell him was that my seventeenth birthday was only a few days from now!
"So… what did you want, 'your highness'?" I ask throwing in a little sarcastic remark.
Vegeta threw in some of his own sarcasm, "Why, I was worried about you, my dear, so I came to check up on you…maybe bring you some tea?" he rolled his eyes and I giggled a little. I found it kind of strange that we were getting along…in a way… "No, I came to tell you that I am going to start training you…" he said seriously.
I tilted my head slightly to the side, "Train me? As in martial arts training?" I asked.
Vegeta nodded, "Yeah. I'll teach you to fly and use ki as well…"
Ooh! He's gonna teach me to fly!? I became excited. I had always dreamt of flying. I was scared the first time I had flown with Vegeta…but that was only because I didn't really trust him then… Wait, am I saying that I trust him now? Well, I guess there's no reason not to trust him…so…I guess… I do trust him…
"When does this training start?" I asked, trying not to squeal from excitement. Well, I wasn't too excited about the fighting part…but I couldn't wait to learn to fly.
Vegeta turned to leave, "Right now," he said, "I'll teach you and that…Goku kid how to use your ki… then I'll teach you to fly…"
"Goku's learning too?" I asked. Vegeta nodded in response.
I wanted to know why he couldn't just teach me how to fly and forget about all this ki crap, so I asked him, "Can't you just teach me to fly today then teach me about ki tomorrow?"
Vegeta shook his head, "No, you have to learn to control your ki in order to fly…"
"Oh… ok then…" I replied, a little saddened. Vegeta noticed this and shook his head.
"I'll tell you why you need to control ki as you're learning," he said.
I nodded my head slowly, "Ok," I said.