Dangerous Bond

Chapter 14 : A Saiya-jins Guilt

The blue haired woman woke nearly half a day later to find herself tucked up in bed wearing her pyjamas. Ignoring the fact that she had to have been naked at some point for her body to be clothed differently Bulma looked around the room.

It was her own room, with the lush creamy carpets and sky blue walls, and she was lying on her back. Looking down at her hand she saw that it was still clenched tightly around Vegeta's weird red monkey hairs and smiled. Perhaps she could use the hairs to return her Saiya-jin beau to that form, after all, he had been v. v. v. angry when he lost it.

Closing her eyes Bulma was about to drift off when she heard the door creak open. Looking up again she saw Vegeta coming towards her, a damp looking cloth cupped in both hands.

"Hey Geta." She greeted as he sat by her bedside in a chair he must have put there earlier.

The Saiya-jin avoided her gaze, obviously feeling guilty after hurting her.

"Aww, Veggie, don't be like that." Reaching out she put a hand on his muscled shoulder, trying to pull him to her. Her sat like a rock, still refusing to make eye contact. "Look, it wasn't your fault. I got in the way, your tail lashed out, as easy as that. Don't worry about it, I forgive you.

"You could've died." Vegeta replied in a choked voice, "You might've died and it was all my fault. I said I wouldn't hurt you! Well, what's this? I don't deserve your forgiveness, Bulma Breifs. I am a Saiya-jin. We are meant to stick to your words. I failed. I am unworthy of my title."

Bulma stared at him.

'Does he feel that bad about hitting me?' She winced out of her thoughts as Vegeta pressed the towel and its icecubes to the spreading bruise, but quickly returned to them.

'I mean, the amazing 'Prince of all Saiya-jin' just dissed himself here! I know he's been changing recently, but...'

Bunny burst through the door and sat by her daughter on the bed.

"Bulma dear! How are you feeling? That really was a nasty knock back there, or so I hear." She leaned closer and spoke quieter. "But with such a handsome young man tending you I'm not surprised you're looking better all ready! He's been with you for hours, darling." She spoke even softer, "But here's a tip, don't get better too soon or else you'll miss a good opertunity!"

"MOM!" Bulma exclaimed, lightly hitting her mother over the head with a pillow while Bunny cowered. She turned to Vegeta, "And I bet you heard all of it too, buggerlugs." She growled.

Vegeta said nothing, just removed the water that had been ice from Bulma's side and left the room swiftly.

"Did he really hear me?" Bunny wondered.

Her daughter nodded, "He's got the 'super ears of doom'. I'm not quite sure how good they are, but he hears pretty much anything."

Mrs. Breifs smiled, "He's got plenty of talents, that one! And plus, he's excruiciatingly good looking. And strong! He seems to be a much better choice than that Yamcha boy."

Bulma felt a hot blush rise into her cheeks. "Yeah, well, you know..."

Later that day Bulma was feeling an awful lot better. She needed to talk to Vegeta, try to get him to see that she didn't blame him and he shouldn't either. After a while of searching the house she went outside... And nearly fainted.

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