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Note To MistressOfHeaven:Srry if i spelled your name wrong or anything, but he DID recognize her because she's the whole reason he went back to earth. I won't say why just yet tho. And I think in this chapter or the next, Bulma realizes who he is and goes hysterical. If I keepging with this you guys will know the whole and story and will stop reviewing--STOPPING now.
Here we go.
DisFreakingClaimer(feeling edgy at the moment):Wasssup? Oh, yeah. I have to be boring now. Yep, don't own the only anime in the world that I am overly-obsessed about since 1997 when it first came onto American TV. Yep, let's enter my life story. Ironically, my first episode was The Mysterious Youth, where Trunks comes into play and I fell in love w/ him AND with the idea of Bulma and Vegeta falling in love. Thanks Akira!
Sorry for the autobiography, but yeah...00
Rating: PG-13-Language, Adult Themes and Adult Stuff and Things Adults Don't Want You To See But You Do Anyway.
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ITALICS ARE USEFUL FOR STORIES. That's all I can say right now.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji(such a hot name) /Location: East District
He hadn't expected her to whimper even louder when he had gently-by his standards-shaken her upper arm in order to wake her. He had actually found comfort in watching her sleep, but he told himself it was because it was the only time when she wasn't speaking or opening her mouth in any way. But if that was really the case, then way in Kami's name was he waking her from her obvious nightmare?
Her eyes shot open, as well as her head when she sat up straight and looked at him as if she had never seen him before. But then her fuzzy mind had slowly but surely registered where she was and who she was with soon enough for her eyebrows to burrow at the Prince.
"How DARE you wake me up! You actually think I enjoy remaining in this conscious HELL with you in it?" She shouted. He didn't even looked phased.
"Well...You were having nightmare apparently, and you were being quite noisy, so I decided to end it before I could suffer any longer, woman. And you should appreciate my presence here. Do you actually think those mindless idiots out there will save your planet?" He knew it wasn't the truth, so he used the last sentence to milk it up.
"Alot less difficult than you will. And don't call me that, or I'll just settle by calling you 'dude'."
His eyebrow hiked,'These Earthlings and their damn language of absurdity.'
But he didn't voice his thoughts before walking back to his room. He didn't shut the door all the way because he wanted to hear what she would do next, which he then found out was just more coffee and going outside. He felt obliged to stare out the window after her, but his inner conscious steered him away from it, instead choosing to meditate and brood on the stiff bed.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: East District
'Wow. I really need a vacation.'
That was the last of the thoughts echoing in her less than energetic mind. She stumbled out into the woods, stopping to sit against the tree. Shades of dusk painted the close-to-evening sky as she sighed and looked up to stare at its miraculous beauty in such an awful time. She wondered if there were any survivors...anywhere.
A yawn escaped her dry lips as she laid her head back on the scratchy bark. A soft, comforting breeze came and raised gooseflesh on the skin of her arms and legs, which particularily bothered her because when gooseflesh got on her legs, the hair came up. Rolling her eyes at such selfish ironies, she dismissed it and closed her eyes. But she was still not able to find sleep.
"The hair on your arms is sticking up."
She jolted, her eyes opening with a start,"Dammit! You startled me."
She could almost hear his shrug far behind the tree and herself,"Get used to it now."
He said nothing after that, making her wonder what he meant by 'now'. But then she had a question for him that had burned her enough.
"How'd you know where I was?"
"It's called Ki, woman. Haven't you been following that fool Kakarot long enough to know that?" He snapped, but softer than usual.
"Well...Maybe I just didn't care..." She grumbled under her breath, not feeling like an arguement. He, sitting on a rock somewhere behind the tree she was sitting against, side-glanced over at the tree and smirked.
"Woman, the others may not hear your quiet protests clearly enough to pay any kind of attention...But I do."
"Oh, trust me, my objections are very clear, especially to them."
"Not your hidden ones."
She tilted her head, as if trying to look at him,"...What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that just because you voice the obvious protests that your obvious character would have...doesn't mean that they all know your not-so-obvious character."
"So you're basically telling me that my own friends don't know me enough?"
"Precisely."
She sighed deeply, expecting it and knowing he was right, then added under her breath, not caring if he would hear or not,"Great...I lose my parents in a freak world mass destruction...My best friend gives birth on her front lawn...And then I have an alien Prince telling me that no one knows me."
"I never said no one knew you. And for the friend part, I'd be grateful because if it weren't for me, that child would have died. You think Kakarot or his lunatic friends would have pulled together one lick of sense to care for that child, much less deliver it?"
She said nothing until it came to her moments later,"...How the hell do you know how to deliver a baby?"
She heard him sigh,"As a Prince, you must know everything in case you are in hiding. If you are on exile, or in protection from an enemy, and one of your female soldiers goes into labor, then you must know how to deliver or you will be held responsible for slaughter."
Her eyebrows knitted in confusion,"Slaughter?"
"Yes, slaughter. Deliberate negligence of a Saiyan being."
"But what if you had no idea-"
"You had to. That was it."
All she could say was,"Hm."
There was a dull silence between them for hours. By then, the sky had transformed into a creamy purple, with lighter shades strewn all across it. Small, glittering sparks of silver was scattered along the blanket of dark and light purples, as well as patches of the darkest blue you could imagine.
She had tried to sleep, she had felt it coming to her eyes, but still it would not come. She had tried different positions, humming, yawning, stretching, everything until the entire aspect of trying to sleep reminded her of sex. The only kind of sex she had experienced, which was basically just a chase to the finish line, which she could never find with Yamcha.
And finally at that thought, all sense of sleep was reased from her mind. She felt a curious urge to peek at the Prince, to see if he was asleep yet, but all of her female pride beat her to it. 'Don't even dare, Bulma. You know what will happen if you even try.'
Sure, she could see how attractive he was, but it was his behavior, personality, and that mouth of his that repelled her. She hated that kind of talk, especially when it was directed to a woman like her, no matter how badass it sounded. Then again, it was always those bad boys that kept her in the air.
Enter: Son Goku /Location: East District
He held his wife close, who in turn held their small child in her loving arms as well. He nuzzled in her silky hair, caressing her neck with his nose, breathing in her heavenly scent. He memorized the hypnotic rythm of her breathing, the gentle vibration of her heart, and the melody of her chest as it rose and fell to her inhaling and exhaling. His mind sketched the maternal expression of compasison on her still lovely face, something he would never grow tired of, and the black curves of her plentiful eyelashes, which at many times she would say were too small or too shapeless. But he thought they were just right for her, everything was just right.
But this deep love for his wife wasn't the only thing in his heart and mind, there was also fear. Fear that he would lose her, fear of knowing that he would lose her. Fear that all this memorizing and still-framing of her would only make detachment worse for him to bear. Fear that their son, the only remainder of Saiyan blood on the planet besides Vegeta, who he considered had evil intentions, would also be someone Goku would never see again. That was almost as shockingly painful as losing ChiChi, Goku found.
There had always been a possibility that Earth would be in danger, and then his life would be in danger too, but this was different, more intense.. Now, it had changed. Because his family, ChiChi and Gohan, could die just as possibly as he could.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: East District
She was the first one that he had ever had to explain the Saiyan ways to, and she was most likely the last. But, for some very scary reason, he didn't mind telling her at all. Where at other times, he'd snap and snarl at any inferior being that was in a bout of stupidity and naivety. Did this mean, in his mind, that she was not inferior?
'No. Absolutely not. She is still part of this lowly planet and its incredible amount of foolishness. In fact, she basically represents it when she is so infuriatingly impossible. She reminds me of how much I hate this planet. Even when she's silent and sleeping.'
But if she was so lowly and foolish, then why would he pay as much as a minute's thought to her? Why would he care?
With a growl, he pushed these thoughts away before standing up on his feet on the rock that he'd been on for hours. He wondered absently if she was sleeping, but then he knew she wasn't because her Ki was just as electric as ever, not that it was very strong in the first place, but he could tell that she was not rested, that in fact she must have been thinking very hard about something, because her Ki was frantic.
That's when he felt this strange, hazy, purposeful urge to stomp down to where she was sitting. And he did. For the first time he could remember, he submitted to an otherwise restricted repulse.
It took at least fifty seconds for her eyes to notice him sitting there, looking up at the night-painted sky just as she was. Maybe he counted those seconds, for once he didn't even know.
"What do you think you're doing?" She tried to snap it, but failed. Instead it was almost softly forceful.
"Well, you're a genius, you tell me."
She was taken back. Had he just complimented her? "E-Excuse me?"
"Jeez, woman you only say it every time someone tries to denounce you. Now's the time to prove it."
Disappointment filled her chest for some reason, she actually felt a little down. But she said nothing in return. She didn't know why, but she had actually felt a little delighted at the idea of him complimenting her. Why would she care what he thought or said anyway? Stupid, spoiled Prince.
"Are you saying you don't even believe what you say?"
"Look," She stared at him straight in the eye,"I will not tolerate this ridiculous endeavor to annoy me or-or spend your worthless time bothering me! Because you are not worth the time I would waste listening to your bullshit!"
He had a blank look on his face, as if he had no idea what was going on for a second. Then, when his mind registered where he was, who he was with, and what this puny Earthling had just said to him, he realized that it was time to go. So he got himself up and started stalking away from the stupified woman.
"Wait! Where are you going!"
He stopped and looked back, smirking the whole time,"I suppose my presence is not welcome here if I'm such a nuisance that I'm not worth your time."
"B-But-" She just stopped, fuming,"You CAN'T just leave me here alone! Do you know what kind of wild creatures are in this place?"
"What? Are you saying that I'm suddenly welcome here?"
"Yes you baboon! I only meant that-"
"Well, I guess since I'm a baboon now..."
"NOOOOOO! What I meant was..."
"But I thought baboon's didn't understand-"
"I was only saying that Idon'twantyouhereifyouaregoingtodrivemecrazy!"
He was silent, his face was expressionless as he gazed at her. Then he turned away, but right when she thought he would walk away, he said,
"You are a very vulnerable and sensitive person, so you need someone with you, but when they do something to piss you off like what I was doing, you turn on that sharp, angry personna that makes you look like you don't need them."
She facefaulted, folded her arms and raised an eyebrow,"Are you finished with my horoscope?"
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion,"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, woman, but you know I'm rght."
"Bull! ...But whatever," She sighed dramatically, rubbing her eyes and then stretching,"I guess I'll go with you."
He watched her stand up, still not believing that he had actually tried to figure her out in one sentence,"What in Kami's name made you think you were coming?"
"Oh you're not leaving me by myself, mister! Fine, if I die out here, it's your shiny ass that Goku will be blasting-"
"Oh come on then! Impossible, retched, infuriating..."
Enter: Yamcha ?(Don't know his last name) /Location: East District
How could she? Fall in love with some weird, maniacal Prince who would obviously treat her bad.
''He would treat me a hell of a lot better than you did!'' Bulma's reply echoed in his head. He sighed as he sat at the side of his bed, his heads going up to comb through his dark brown hair. Once finished, he looked up at the wondow, wondering where Bulma had went.
But what if she was hurt? Or kidnapped?
'Nah...Bulma would never be so dumb to go out alone.'
But what if she had thought it would only be a little bit, and decided to go out?
'Then I would feel her Ki and-'
But the funny thing was, he couldn't feel it at all.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: East District
They walked in silence up the trail in the still-standing woods, even after the catastrophically destructive storm only twenty hours ago exactly. She couldn't believe how much had happened in only that span of time, and she wondered if somehow the existence of the woods had been done on purpose by whoever did it in the first place. She wondered who that even was.
"Woman," The Saiyan Prince started as if on cue,"If anything happens here, if any sort of danger comes out of these shadows..."
She looked at him intensely, expectantly,"Yes?"
Then his eyes turned to hers in a side-glance,"...Then I want you to run, run faster than you ever have in your life...And go to alert the others. Whatever it is that disturbs us, I will fight. But I want you to immediately go and alert them."
"But won't they know by the Ki?"
"Perhaps, but it secures you and also alerts them at the same time in case the danger blocks his Ki. Understood?"
Her eyes drifted to the ground, as if she did not just hear him, then suddenly she blurted,"I have run like that before! In that one planet I was taken to in my childhood!"
His eyes turned calculative as he studied her closely,"What did you just...?"
"My Kami, all these years and I had forgotten everything! That creature, that weird blue guy who wanted to marry me, which I would have if he weren't blue...And then the cockyass-" She had been laughing until now, when she cut herself off and looked up at him sharply, rage and reminescence in her deep cerculean eyes.
"That cockyass what?" He asked accusingly, folding his arms and glaring at her. She narrowed her eyes.
"I'M the one who should be glaring, mister! You're the bastard who took me from my home, from my loving parents, and put my life in fucking danger! I remember you, you ass! I KNEW that I had seen you before!"
He chuckled maniacally,"That wasn't MY plan, you imbecile. If it was, I would have scolded myself for putting such an annoying burden on myself, then I would have had you persecuted."
She rolled her eyes.
"Besides, I paid no attention to you on that Kami-damned planet-"
"You are a liar!" She exploded,"You and that stupid fruitcake are the ones who made up that retarded game of cat and mouse, knowing that I would have been caught anyway and killed afterward!"
"But it didn't turn out that way, did it? You got to your mudball planet in safety in Zarbon's ship, and I ended up on Frieza's assassination list for that idiot's death! And if you would have just surrendered, then he would not have died and put me on Frieza's target-"
"Yeah, well guess who was traumatized for over five years later with this sickening flashback of that freak monster nearly biting my head off literally! Do you know what that did to me? If that wouldn't have happened, if you stupid, stubborn apes would have left me alone, my life would probably be a hell of a lot better right now!"
Then his obsidian flashed with fiery rage at her piercing words,"And you know what I have observed? Being on the run from a tyrannical lizard for over FIVE years has kind of affected my life into something that it shouldn't be, and what angers me is that it was YOU that caused it! And YOU are not worth my life going up in flames for!"
She was silent after that, her eyes softened and watered a bit, so did her voice-light and wounded,"Well...If you possess such claimed Princely intelligence...Then why didn't you think about that before you interrupted my childhood? Why didn't you just merely consider the cause and effect of what you were about to do? Or did that lizard control you more than you thought?"
That's when he spun and pounced on her, his roar of fury echoing through the woods as she felt forceful, strong fingers wraping around her frail neck. She had never felt so euphoric before, she had never felt such heavenly dorsiness that succeeded in fogging her vision as every turned bright and dotty. That's when she realized this was the first time she had ever been choked. Or was it?
Everything came up to this moment, because this moment was when it all came to a halt.
What? Her eyes tried to open, her mind twitching in pure surprise at the sudden thought that had flashed into her reminesceful mind.
But she still couldn't shake the feeling of having not marked the Earth, not having people remember her for something she did or made or even said.
There it was, another hidden memory of that planet, and the first time she had felt something so close to sudden death. She wondered if this time would be different, if it actually would happen. But that thought was true; even now, she coulkd not mark the Earth. It was too late, and she hated that.
Suddenly, his grip loosened, and she was free to look down. And when she did, she would have gasped if she could. He had the most guilty, the most distant gaze in those dark eyes that just seemed to defy the law of light. And that is what she saw-light, even in those unpredictably dark eyes of his that she was convinced she would never be able to read. He eventually let her down onto her numb feet after what seemed like hours. He immediately spun, his back to her. All the blood had rushed to her feet, and her legs were shaking to no end. She took in the deepest, most refreshing breath she had ever felt in her life, and she was suddenly immensely grateful.
But she watched him. She watched his back with curiousity, expectancy, and then this strange, uplifting feeling swarmed over her heart and swept it up into her throat. That's when she realized...how much impact this stranger was having on her. He was there at that planet, but it wasn't his fault that it had been so affecting and gashing to her childhood, which also destructed her and Yamcha's relationship. That memory had made her dependent and clinging, and she too desperate for shelter and security that it tore her and Yamcha apart. They were just too young.
She watched him as he turned slowly, his gaze still expressionless, but kind of solid, as if he was guarding something, holding something back. Or as if he had realized something that he knew was nothing good.
He cleared his throat, his eyes did not look at hers,"I...I feel..."
She just gazed at him sincerely, not at all any hint of resentment or accusation in her eyes or expression.
Then he looked to his side, growling irritatedly,"That was not intentional woman, but you better watch your tongue around me. But that-that was just my-"
"Anger." She finished for him in a light tone,"Yes, I understand. I've done that too many times to count with my friends and family. But you know, I deserved it. I'm sorry for saying that, but I was just blowing off my-"
"Anger," he finished for her just as she did him. A small smile crept onto her face as they apologized without words. But that peaceful moment between once moral enemies did not last too long. For, as Vegeta alarmingly sensed, there was a spine-tingling rustle in the bushes far from them. That's when she, too, felt it. That same dread that tightened every clenching muscle in her fearful, trembling body that seemed all too familiar to the eerie presence of what she knew was behind there
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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. All done. I have the next...Uh, I think I got the nextthree chapters all planned and shit. They'll be typed up soon and up to a computer screen near you! Just don't get popcorn butter on your keyboard!
I know that's been done before, but I just had to. There's a flipping first time for everything.
Anyway, review...and I serve you...with a chapteroo. How funny. I just made that up.
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So I'll go now. Will they die soon? Nope, cause I just said there were THREE more chapters left. God, I'm an idiot. Plus I already have my parting speech for the end of the story ready. Not that it's soon, just saying.
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