Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Confrontational Kisses ( Chapter 17 )

AN: Whoa! Nearly there! I know that I might have told a few of you that this would be the last chapter, but I have now spent so long actually getting my act together and typing it, that I feel guilty about not posting anything. So, you can have this bit of the chapter now, and the last part as soon as I can possibly do it. And I WILL make myself do it.

White is, as previously I have said, not a good colour.

And as I have also previously said, it is not a good colour to wake up to.

Personally I didn't think Hell would be like this - all white and clean, but what did I know? I was dead!

As I blinked my eyes, attempting to somehow ease the brightness on my eyes, the door squeaked open.

This place is so cheap! They can't even afford to oil the hinges! Where were the flames? And where was Satan?

I should have known (with my luck) that I had spoken too soon.

Vegeta walked up to my bed and raised that Kameforsaken eyebrow of his. I noticed with interest that it now had a piercing residing within, and wondered whether or not his parents knew about it.

"I see you've finally woken up."

I was actually pleased with this seemingly rude comment, as I heard the barely masked concern that was floating just below the surface of it.

Before I could think anymore on this or, in fact, how to reply to it, my mouth was open.

"Sadly."

I flicked my gaze up to see his response, and was fairly shocked at what I saw.

His mouth was twisted into a scowl, the corners of it being pulled down so that his lips were so thin they were practically non-existent. You could see that his teeth were clenched tightly and I worried for a millisecond that he might shatter them with all the grinding he was doing.

He'd gone red in the face and his vein that resided on his temple was throbbing dangerously.

His eyebrows, instead of being raised, were forced down in absolute rage and his eyes were so narrowed they were like slits on his scarlet face.

He looked angrier than when we had argued over the secret of his heritage!

"Don't you realise how selfish you've been and how much you fucking worried everyone?" he roared, "I bet you think it was really clever of you to do this. How bloody stupid…"

My mouth hung open.

What was I supposed to say to that? The idea of me killing myself had been to make them all sad and as hopelessly depressed as I had been.

They were not supposed to get angry!

I speedily formulated an answer to his tirade. I needed to say something to rid the room of the painful tension that was hanging in the air.

"Did you say I've been selfish? What a joke! You are the ones who made my life a living Hell for months!" I hissed at him. "What did you want me to do? Carry on living the waste of time that my life is? You are all the ones who drove me crazy. You are the ones who made me cut myself over and over! You are the ones that pushed me over the edge! You are the ones who made me who I am now - the stupid, self-abused, useless, ugly bitch!"

Every word I had said had cut him deep - I could see it in his pain-ridden face.

And I was glad.

"Stop it," he whispered.

"What?"

"Stop it," he repeated louder.

"Why? Don't like to listen to the list of your crimes against me?"

"I can't listen to you insult yourself any longer. Stop it."

"I don't understand. I thought you didn't like me…"

My sentence stumbled to a slow halt.

He looked at me with a hurt face. He looked so vulnerable and lost. He reminded me of a lost puppy who'd just been told his owners abandoned him because they didn't love him anymore.

Suddenly my mouth was painfully dry and I couldn't bear to look at him anymore.

"Bulma…" he started.

He's going to say he hates me - I know he is, I thought to myself.

I heard him take a deep breath, as he prepared to tell me that he hoped I had died.

"I love you."

Well, I can tell you for sure that that was a teeny weeny bit of a shock for me. Him loving me? What a joke!

"You do?"

He mumbled something that I couldn't make out.

"I don't believe you then."

He looked up at me with disbelief in his eyes.

"Say it again and I might believe you."

I smirked at him.

He was perched on the edge of the chair and looked liked Road kill trapped in the paralysing glare of headlights. His face was a mixture of relief that I hadn't just yelled at him, and stress. He looked like he could do with a constipation tablet or two…

I loved having that reaction on him. It was so clear he had no idea what to do.

Then his face cleared and he smirked.

"Fine. Silly woman," he paused and took a deep breath, "You better remember this moment because it will not be happening again. I, Vegeta no Ouji, love, you, Bulma Briefs. Happy now?"

I nodded, wide eyed and with tears of happiness streaming down my face.

He leant closer to me.

I leant closer to him.

I could barely control my shaking, as our lips gently touched. The feeling I got was like electricity. I became breathless as our kiss deepened.

We now had our arms wrapped tightly around each other, and although, to an outsider, our kiss looked only to consist of lust, it was the most loving, tender kiss the World had ever seen.

Little did I know, that there actually was an outsider watching us. As every second of our kiss passed, his anger grew, until he could not bear to watch any longer. He stormed away, with only revenge in his mind that was clouded with rage.