Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Confusing Feelings ❯ Talking souls ( Chapter 5 )

Confusing Feelings

Chapter 5: Talking souls

A/N: Hi, this is me again! Here's chapter 5!

In this chapter, Bulma and Vegeta start talking and get closer. That's all I'm telling you. To know more about it you gotta read it.

Enough talking, go ahead…

Disclaimer: I think it's obvious that I don't own DBZ. If I did I wouldn't be writing this fict! Duh…

On with the story!

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When Vegeta entered the kitchen he saw Bulma sitting at the table with her coffee mug in front of her. He hesitated for a second, he wanted to be alone and clear his mind but he kept going as if his feet had a mind of their own. He couldn't stop himself; soon he was sited in front of the woman who had her eyes glued to his chest.

'What the hell?' he thought.

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Bulma was sitting at the table in the kitchen when suddenly she saw Vegeta come in. He was clad in a pair of loose pajamas, and his chest was bare. She could see the rippling muscles move under his tanned skin while he approached the table. For some reason she couldn't focus on anything else and her eyes were glued to his form. She finally came out of her trans-like state when he spoke.

Her eyes soon left his chest to look at his handsome face. He had a questioning glance and was waiting for an answer that she couldn't give because she hadn't been paying attention.

"Huh? What did you ask? I wasn't listening." said Bulma.

"I can see that. You were so interested in my chest that you weren't listening to me." replied Vegeta his usual smirk plastered on his face.

A deep blush appeared on Bulma's cheeks. Truth was that she was kind of embarrassed. She hadn't really meant to stare at him that way but she just couldn't help it.

"Anyway, I was asking you: what the hell were you doing here?" asked Vegeta.

"Oh! Me? Well I couldn't sleep so I came down to try and clear my mind a little. But what do you care anyway?"

"Chill woman. Looks as though we're in the same situation; the problem now is that I won't be able to clear my mind"

"And why's that?"

"Because you can never stop talking and be quiet! That's why."

"Oh. Well than excuse me my Prince. I didn't mean to bother you!" She said, her voice dripping sarcasm.

"Whatever. Just try to keep your mouth shut"

Vegeta then got up and poured some coffee into his favorite mug that had a big inscription on it that said "Prince Vegeta". He didn't feel like arguing with Bulma. He had come down to the kitchen to clear his mind and try to relax a bit, not to start a verbal sparring match. He sat down again and started sipping the coffee. He liked coffee. Such a beverage didn't exist on Vegetasei. It was one of the scarce things he liked about Earth.

Meanwhile Bulma was wondering why Vegeta had just avoided the argument. Truth to be told she was happy he reacted that way. She hadn't come to the kitchen to fight with him, she wanted to clear her mind and sort out her problems. However that task seemed nearly impossible having him in front of her. She soon began to wonder why he had come here too. Maybe thoughts of his lost planet were hunting him. Or was it about Goku again? No, that couldn't be it; he would have been a hell lot aggressive if that had been the reason. His problems must have had something to do with his past. Curiosity got the best of her and she couldn't resist it anymore.

"Vegeta?"

"What?"

"Tell me about Vegetasei."

"Why would I have to comply with your request?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to know more about you and your planet."

"Humph, silly woman."

He didn't say anything more. They stayed that way for many minutes and Bulma began to think he wouldn't say anything. Finally after taking a sip of his coffee he broke the uncomfortable silence.

"It was beautiful to me."

"Huh? What was beautiful?"

"My planet."

"Oh, ok, go ahead."

"It had a purple sky with a oval moon. The grass was blue and turquoise and there were many roriiwas."

"What's a rorithing?"

"It's the equivalent of what you Earthlings call flowers only more beautiful"

"It must have been marvelous!"

"It was. I lived at the palace. It was huge and the elite soldiers lived there too. The other low class Saiyans lived in the city - there was only one city on the planet - in houses much like the ones here but with a much classical decoration. The rest of the planet was covered by woods and forests where Saiyans would go hunt."

"Wow, then I guess there weren't many Saiyans."

"Saiyans didn't procreate much. At least not as much as you Earthlings do. We didn't go producing children whenever we felt like it. Impregnating a woman was something sacred on Vegetasei. Saiyans didn't have more than one child in their lives and that only happened when they were bonded. Considering bondage was very rare, not many Saiyans had children."

"What's this bondage thing you're talking about?"

"Bondage happens when two Saiyans find their soul mates. If they do, they will bond: by body after mating, and by soul after marking each other."

"It's like marriage then."

"I guess you could say so. The difference is that a bond is much stronger and cannot be unmade. There's no such thing as divorce."

"Why haven't you ever bonded?"

Vegeta wasn't expecting that question. It made him feel uncomfortable for some unknown reason. He had never considered bonding. Living as a slave to Freezer didn't help much the situation.

"I don't know; probably because I haven't found my soul mate yet which I probably won't."

"Why not?"

"Because most of the people never meet their soul mates. My soul mate could have already died or isn't born yet."

"Oh, I see."

"Another reason is that I'm a royal member of my planet. Royals never bond. Bonding is considered a weakness. You aren't free anymore. You're attached and depend on someone. Neither a king nor a Prince must show any weakness and cannot let himself be dependent on a woman. There's also the fact that…forget it."

"What fact. Please tell me."

"NO"

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because it would be a weakness."

"What would be a weakness? Telling me what you think? I think the weakness would be you being scared to tell me!"

"Damn woman, why can you just shut your mouth? What I was saying was that the fact that… well…the fact that…that I don't…don't know anything besides hatred doesn't let me care and become attached to someone."

"Huh? You don't know anything besides hatred? I don't think so. We wouldn't be talking here right now if you only knew how to hate!"

"Woman, my father died fighting for me when I was five. Then Freezer took me and raised me. The only thing he taught me was hatred, and he erased every other kind of feeling I might have had. I've lived most of my life without any kind of privacy, that piece of trash always humiliating and ordering me around. That is why I like to be alone and can't stand when people try to tell me what to do. How do you expect me to feel anything else? I've never been taught otherwise."

"I've been alone all my life too!"

"No you've not, you…"

"Ok, maybe I wasn't taken by a monster when I was still a child, maybe my planet wasn't destroyed, maybe I haven't be taught hatred all my life, but what I've lived through is as horrible as what you've lived through! Look, I may have had all I've ever wanted: toys, clothes, cars and all the money of the world but I've never had love or anyone to care for me. My parents always travel everywhere. Since the very beginning they only saw me as a little girl with a lot of brains. My parents always wanted me to be the best, I've been to the best schools, colleges, the only thing they were interested in were my grades. They only saw me as the future genius that would later take over the company and make even more money. Just look, they left about a month ago and aren't going to come back any time soon. Do you think they even asked if it was ok with me? They just woke me up one day to tell me to "be sure the company wouldn't have any problems" because they were going on vacations. They didn't even say "goodbye" or "take care". The worst part is that I love them but they always managed to not see that. They think I don't have any feelings. …"

"Woman…"

"No, wait, let me finish, then you can say whatever you want. Even though I'm the richest and probably one of the most beautiful girls in the world nobody seems to notice me. I barely have any friends. The only friend I know will always be there for me is Goku; I know I can count on him. I know Chichi's just nice to me because of my wealth just like the rest of the Z senshi is. You've clearly seen how Yamcha treated me. He always cheated on me and he only saw me as an "ATM machine" that could hand him cash whenever he felt like it. You say that your life has been horrible. At least your parents weren't with you anymore because I still have mine and they always manage to remind me how worthless I am…"

Bulma could take it anymore and she began to cry as if there was no tomorrow. Her sobs became nearly uncontrollable. She then felt herself being pulled against a warm, hard but soft surface. When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was pressed against Vegeta's chest. It felt so good. She had never told anyone what she had just told him minutes ago. His reaction really surprised her. She had expected to be laughed at or be mocked but the last thing that had crossed her mind was being comforted by Vegeta.

They stayed that way for quite a long time but Bulma kept crying and crying. Her eyes were soaked by tears and she only had a blurry vision of what was happening around her. Meanwhile Vegeta was trying to do something he had never done before: comfort. He didn't know what to do with the sobbing woman that was pressed against him. He had never been this close with a person of the opposite sex. He had had little interaction with women in his life. He only had a vague memory of his mother, and on Freezer's ships women were very rare. Bulma was the first one.

He picked her up and took her to the living room where he laid her on the couch and sat next to her. He pushed some stands of hair out of her face to get a better look of her. That's when he realized for the first time that night what she was wearing. Her dark colored gown couldn't expose more skin. He could see most of her long and creamy legs. Her breast almost popped out of her robe because of the low cut. When he looked at her face, he saw her sapphire-like eyes that held a shinning sparkle; she was observing him. Her face was flushed because of all her previous crying. She was beautiful.

He brought a hand to her face and stroked her cheek. He then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as rose petals and as sweet as the sweetest honey. In response, Bulma secured her hands around his thick corded neck. Suddenly Vegeta pulled away. What was he doing? Why didn't he want to keep going on ? Everything was so confusing. He needed to sort out his feelings before starting something completely new to him. He couldn't do it. Not any time soon.

He got up, looked at her one last time and left. She could see so many things in his eyes but most importantly she saw something unexpected: confusion. Why had he kissed her? And why had he stopped so suddenly? It felt so good to be in his arms and being treated like that. Why had it affected her so much? Many other men had done this to her before: kissed her then left without saying anything else. But this…it had been so special. Was she actually starting to feel something for him? Could she have fallen for the mysterious and handsome Prince?

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Ok, that's all for now folks! I hope you liked it because I didn't.

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