Vegeta stayed away for some time after that kiss. He could not find peace in his own mind on the subject. After all her had never kissed anyone before, nor did he ever have feelings for someone before. Well that was a lie he told himself. He had feelings before, plenty of feelings, hate, anger, rage, jealousy, even love for his father, and home.
Love, affection, kindness, not things readily found on his home planet, not feelings a warrior had any use for, not feeling she had any idea of how to deal with. But a feeling, that none the less he had had for some time, even if he didn't want to admit, or even if he didn't know it. Those feelings had been part of his life at Capsule Corps.
He liked his new home, his adopted planet, he had even grown to respect Kakarot and his way of life. He was being to see its apply. He found himself longing for the same life as Kakarot, a home, a mate, a family.
He could see himself in that role, with Bulma at his side. After all, she was smart, and strong, and clearly the most super of all the women on earth, the only best for a prince. Those thoughts, and those feelings, disgusted him.
He was getting weak, he was getting complacent, and he was getting farther and farther away from Super Saiyan. He was a disgrace to his father, and his bloodline.
He needed to get away.
Get away from this place, from her, and get back to the things that made sense for to him, the world he had grown up in, hatred, violence, and a fight for life. No more of this nonsense. No more playing house.
Most of all, no more kisses.
Vegeta crossed his arms and nod to himself, it was all settled. He was leaving, and getting back to his life as a prince of a warrior race. His mind was at peace with his decision, so he was unsure way it made his chest feel so heavy and tight.
Bulma wondered around the large compound by herself. She was lost in her own mind, and although the place with filled with workers, she felt alone.
She and Yamcha had ended on an ugly note, and that made her sad, but she wasn't heartbroken for her lost, and that made her feel confused. Vegeta had been gone for days and that had her both worried and sad. She didn't like that he had left without as much as a word. It was like him, but somehow she felt hurt by his action. Sure they always fought and he was very disrespectful to her, but she never was bothered by it, in fact she looked forward to the verbal sparring matches.
I guess I had fooled myself into thinking he had too, she thought to herself.
It hurt that she, and there time together, had meant so little to him that he didn't think she was even worth a good bye. It hurt more then she could guessed.
She fell back on a bench in the court yard, place her hands on her face and began to cry.
"How could he just go like that?" she said to no one.
"Stop your belly aching," a deep voice rang out from behind her.
Bulams's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. She jumped up and spun around to see the arrogant prince standing there, his arms crossed, in classic Vegeta fashion.
"He was too weak to be anyone's mate, and you need to stop crying. It is pathetic." He didn't mean to be so harsh, he had not come back looking for a fight, but seeing her still crying over the jerk mad his blood boil.
"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma rushed over to him, she didn't care that he was just rude to her. She was over joyed to see him. She was so caught up in the moment to even realize her own feelings. "You're back! I am so glad. I was worried you had gone for good!" She throw her arms around him, and buried her face in his chest. She took a deep breath and smelled him. He smelt good, like fresh air and the outdoors. She had missed him.
Vegeta wrapped his strong arms around her and she embraced him, it was pure instinct to do so, but it felt good and he did not let go. It was not the home coming he had expected. It was nice to know he was missed, he didn't think anyone in the whole of the universe would ever miss him, not since his father had died. He stood there for a moment, enjoy the embrace but all it did was solidify his decision.
It was time to, he was getting weak.
He placed his hands on her upper arms and pushed her away.
"What are doing?" He barked. His voice, sounds harsh, even to him.
Bulma was shocked. "I…was," what was I doing?
"Sorry," she bowed her head and looked at feet. Bulma felt deflated.
Vegeta turned away, he could not look at her like, she looked sad and it made him feel uncomfortable. He crossed his arms again and began walking to the house. I have to leave, tonight.
Bulma stood there looking at his back as he walked way. They didn't even fight and yet somehow she felt worse than she ever had after a fight with Yamacha.