Ch.8
By: Vegeta's Mate
It wasn't very often that the mighty Prince Vegeta of Vegeta-sei had to admit to
himself that he regretted something and acknowledged the fact that he was wrong.
He regretted killing Nappa, that he had both admitted and regretted. He had to
admit that he was wrong to destroy those planets that Freezer had ordered to be so,
for there was no honour in those killings. Something that a Saiyajin valued very
much. And now, he acknowledged and regretted what he had said to Bulma. He
knew that she hadn't meant any harm, in fact, he had enjoyed it VERY much and
had wanted her to continue with her sweet caresses. But of course, like always, his
unfathomable pride had got in the way of his pleasure.
He sighed and rolled over on his side. He was now almost totally healed thanks to
the Saiyajin blood that flowed through his veins. Saiyajin's were able to heal from
wounds and abrasions much faster than most species and that he was thankful for
seeing how this "uncivilised" planet didn't even have rejuvenation tanks.
He couldn't explain what he now felt for the human woman. It was foreign to him.
He had never in his entire life felt this way and it was about to drive him insane.
~What is WRONG with me?! I can't get that human out of my mind!~
And it was true, he couldn't. Every time that he would try and think about training
or how much he hated Kakarotto, there she was! And not only that but now he was
starting to act and feel different around her. Thinking things that he had NO right
to be thinking.
He thought about his past. How he had been dragged off his planet and thrown to
Freezer to become his "new toy" that he could beat around whenever he was in a
bad mood. And incidently, that just happened to be quite often. He had been
humiliated in front of Freezer's whole group of cronies and beaten down for their
own sick amusement. He had even received a horrible brutal death by the hands of
Freezer, and with that, the only thing that had given any hope, to be the Super
Saiyajin, died as well.
And then to add insult to injury, he had come back to life only to find out that
Kakarotto had become Super Saiyajin. Him! That 3rd classed, brain damaged idiot
had become Super Saiyajin when he had died trying! And then having to be stuck
on this worthless ball of shit that they had the animosity to call a planet!
And now the final blow. He had probably driven away the only living being in the
universe that had at least been concerned if he was alive. Was this his punishment
for all of the "bad" things he had done in his life? It just didn't seem fair to him
though because it seemed that from the day he was born he was put through hell.
And he had been taught ever since the first day he could remember that he was
better than everyone else, that if you were weak, you died. If you were strong, you
lived. Love was for the weak, so you avoided it since you wanted to live...
He suddenly became acutely aware of just how alone he really was. That the
woman had offered to fill that loneliness. And he had refused. Why? Simply
because he was an arrogant self-righteous bastard who let his pride get in the way
of practically everything.
He was finding it hard to breath now. The painful lump in his throat prevented him
from getting enough air. And was only slightly surprised when he noticed that he
had tears falling down his face. It wasn't the first time that had happened after all
and it felt better to just allow the tears to come. The last thing he thought of before
drifting off into a restless sleep, was of how nice it was to feel the blue-haired
beauty's touch on his so undeserving skin...
In the room of Bulma Briefs...
"Why am I such an IDIOT?!!! How could I have even THOUGHT that he would
understand?!! What a jerk!!" Bulma was to say the least, upset.
She had been crying for the most of the hour and now she had turned on her
hapless stuffed toys. She was throwing, punching, kicking and to least lucky
ripping them apart.
"Why did he say that?! It was SO obvious that he had wanted it and yet what does
he do? He blows up at me like he always does!! It's so UNFAIR!!!"
Once she couldn't scream anymore, due to the immense strain she was putting on
her over used vocal cords, she decided that she would have to go and tell him off
once and for all. Being the intelligent being that she was, she finally came to the
conclusion that it was his inconceivable pride that had made him stop her.
"Hmm... You are NOT going to get away that buster! If you think that I'm gonna
back off for that damned pride of yours, well you've got another thing coming to
you..."
And with that she marched out of her room and headed to his room just down the
hall.
She opened the door and was about to shout her ultimatum that she had cooked up
when she noticed that he was sound asleep.
She took a few cautious steps towards him and peered through the darkness to see
his face. She was completely taken aback when she saw the tears that had dried on
his face. ~What the...?~
Why would he be crying? For some reason, Bulma knew the answer. It was like
she could feel and sense his pain.
She knew that he needed comfort, whether he would admit it or not. She gently
shook his shoulder until he woke...
"Huh? Wha?" He slowly started to come to his senses. At first he thought that he
was dreaming when he saw her face, but as he became fully awake he realized that
this was no dream.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got a better look at her. He could tell that
she had been crying, obviously because of him. Something that he was NOT
happy about. He had decided that he was going to apologise to her. And that was
something that he had NEVER done before. ~this woman MUST be special...~
He was about to open his mouth to do so when she spoke to him. "Vegeta, you and
I both know that the reason you pushed me away today is because of your pride.
You want me just as bad as I want you."
Vegeta just stared at her unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth.
She continued with her bold speech. "But I more than just 'want' you, Vegeta, I
love you too. And I know that I'll never be able to get you admit that. But I still
need to know that you do."
Once again Vegeta could only gape at her.
She shifted on the bed so that she was totally facing him, to make sure he
understood what she had just said. Satisfied by that she issued her ultimatum. "If
you really do love and want me, Vegeta, I want you to come to my room at 12:00
tonight. That way I'll know for sure that you do since you'll have to swallow your
pride to do so. And I know how much you value your pride."
Vegeta was still without words as she got up off the bed and turned to leave. She
turned back one last time to purr one last statement. "See you then..."