TITLE: To Know (A Natural Disaster)
AUTHOR: Kichi
PAIRING (if applicable): none
RATING: PG
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: 0-DBZ challenge 21a
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SUMMARY: Vegeta has a gift and it
turns out to be a disaster for Bulma.
Part 4 - To Know the Difference
It was gone
almost instantly, but it didn't matter. She'd hurt him, and she
knew it.
But she didn't gloat or grin in
triumph.
"Vegeta, it
isn't a bad thing to feel!"
"Not for
you." He said, his voice thick with suppressed emotion. "I-" he
paused
and lifted his eyes to search
hers. She wasn't angry with him, but she stared at
him expectantly. He raked his
fingers through his hair and sighed.
She saw his
torment, and realized suddenly that that was the one emotion
she'd always seen in him but never
really noticed until just then. And just like that
the conviction went out of her.
It wasn't right to do this to him, it was obviously too
difficult for him to open up, fear
was preventing him as surely as pride.
"It's
alright, Vegeta. I'm sorry-"
"No!" he
snapped, startling her. "You are right. But-"
"You don't
have to say-"
"Will you
just listen for a minute?" he snapped, eyeing her in annoyance.
But
that emotion faded instantly, as his
brow furrowed in distress.
She wanted
to kick herself. Nearly every emotion she thought he denied was
apparent in his gaze. How could
she have missed it before? By provoking him
she had only invited anger, perhaps
if she had just tried speaking to him..
"Anger is
the only emotion I was allowed to feel for so long, it's hard to forget
that. I'm- I'm not trying to
lie to you." He said, his voice almost sounded pleading.
He wanted her to believe him.
And she
wanted to believe him too. She searched his eyes and saw a
startling
range of emotion.
"I know
Vegeta. I just don't understand. And I just forget
sometimes. You are
so much like us whether you want to
believe it or not, and I think bottling all your
emotions inside is doing more harm
than good. You don't have to do this
anymore! No one is going to
hurt you for being happy!" she said, her eyes
pleading.
His features
suddenly contorted in agony and his hands rose instinctively to
cover his face. He spun away
from her and took a few faltering steps away.
She immediately dashed forward and
caught his elbow. "Vegeta.. No one wants
you to be miserable the rest of your
life." He froze and his arms fell lifelessly to his
sides. The pain in his face was
astonishing. He closed his eyes, and tried to
take a step back, but she grabbed
him, wound her arms around his waist, and
pressed herself against him, offering
comfort the only way she knew how. She
felt him trembling, and inwardly
winced. This was her fault in a way. His hands
slowly unclenched and rose to
envelope her.
Bulma felt a
sigh escape her. It was …nice to be held by him. She hoped
her
was feeling a modicum of what she
felt. Perhaps it would calm him.
Suddenly he
tensed and try to draw away but she held him tighter, refusing to
let him run away.
"Onna-" he
began. And the door swung open with such force that it smacked
the wall behind it with jarring force.
"What the
hell is going on?" Yamcha cried.
WORDS: 537 (Yeah I went WAY over with
this one!)
TBC… Well, I finally got to the
disaster part, it only took 4 drabbles! I better stop
or this is gonna be a fic! hehe
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