Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cry ❯ Fearful Realizations ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: Thanks to my wonderful reviewers. I don't know if many of the original ones are still waiting for this, but here's chapter 7!

 

Bulma awoke very early the next morning. So early, in fact, that Chi Chi was already preparing to make a monstrous breakfast for her boys. “Hey Bulma, are you feeling any better?” Bulma stopped to think about it. As a matter of fact, she was feeling better. No, she felt great!!!!

 

“Oh Chi Chi, I feel absolutely wonderful!!! I sat up late last night and came up with a wonderful invention that I feel will keep Vegeta off me forever!!!” “Really, would you like to tell me about it?” Chi Chi asked gently. She wasn't terribly interested in science, technology, or any of that other super smart stuff, but she was bubbling with happiness for her friend, who was now really her old friend again. Chi Chi had been worried, and she could tell Goku was as well. Although, she thought naughtily, he sure didn't let any worrying affect his performance last night! Man saiyans are hot! (A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. Hot monkey sex sounds just too awesome!!)

 

“Well Chi, I think I am going to make it a surprise. I don't want Vegeta to know, it's a…” The truth was Bulma didn't know what to call it. “It's a gift Chi. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but he just gets my nerves all shook up. I just want to be able to live my life without having to constantly stop everything I am doing because Vegeta says so. You know what I mean? I am tired, Chi. I just want it all to end.”

 

Chi Chi was stunned. She knew Vegeta was not the most magnificent person to be around, but she had no idea he was bothering Bulma this much. She began to wonder if more was going on then she originally imagined. I mean, her normally head strong girlfriend should not be this upset.

 

“Alright, Bulma. Whatever makes you happy.” Then, deciding to change the subject, Chi Chi added, “you know, since you are up, you think you could maybe…” “Of course Chi, I would love to help you make breakfast, but I am afraid I might need some help.” An embarrassing blush decided to grace her face. “The only thing I know how to cook is shish kebabs!!” “Are you serious? Oh my, it looks the all-knowing Bulma Briefs needs to take a lesson from her poor friend from the mountains. Very well, I think you need to take a seat and learn from the master, Ms. Briefs, or should I say Mrs. Vegeta?” Chi Chi added mischievously.

 

Bulma immediately froze. Then as fast as the sword swung by that boy from the future, Bulma let Chi Chi have it. “Don't you ever, EVER, say that again! I will never, EVER, be married to an arrogant jerk like him. Do you hear me??? NEVER!!!” Bulma then broke down and cried. She cried tears that she had been holding in ever since Vegeta first kissed her. `It's fair!!! Why do all the bad guys want me!!!' Bulma thought hysterically. She then flung her head against the wall and started banging it repeatedly in pent-up anger.

 

All of a sudden, two thick arms were around Bulma holding her at arms reach and effectively prevented her from banging anymore. “Bulma, are you okay? What were you doing?” Goku softly whispered. She immediately calmed and looked at a stunned Chi Chi, a sleepy Gohan, and an angry Piccolo.

 

“Oh, good morning everyone,” Bulma tried to say serenely, desperately attempting to pry herself out of Goku's outstretched arms and make things normal once more. “It is not a good morning when one wakes up to screams and finds a woman banging her head against the wall,” Piccolo solemnly stated. Everyone looked to Bulma with eyes full of expectation; however, Bulma was not quite ready to give an explanation for her breakdown. Her head hurt like hell from all the banging and she was a bit disoriented.

 

“Well, you see umm…” Bulma was thinking frantically. She was unsure of what to do. If she told Goku, surely Vegeta would stop threatening her, but at what cost? She wasn't sure of her own feelings for Vegeta. If Goku killed or removed Vegeta permanently from her life, would she feel better? She had unknowingly got used to his presence in her house. He was…in an utterly confusing sense of the word…a part of her family. She was sure he felt the same way, well in any sort of feeling he could connect with it. She doubted he had ever felt a sense of family, which struck a pang of pity in her heart.

 

“Has Vegeta been hurting you, Bulma?” Goku asked in a tone so dangerously calm that she could only assume it had only been used in the heat of battle. “No Goku, Vegeta could never do that. I have just been much stressed lately, what with taking over Capsule Corps in a few years, and trying to take care of Vegeta. You know, in many ways he is like an infant. I mean, we feed him, fix his toys when he breaks them, and give into his tantrums. You try doing that for a whole year, Goku. See what you look like at the end of it.”

 

Bulma felt satisfied with this answer. She saw the blank faces from the unexpected remark and felt instant relief. That was until… “You still haven't explained why you were banging your head into the wall,” Piccolo said firmly. `Ah! I should have known he would not give up that easily,' thought Bulma with a dash of sarcasm.

 

“Like I said, guys, I think I am starting to crack under all this pressure. You know the androids are only two years away, and Yamcha and I broke up a couple of days ago, and it just all seems so much at times!” Bulma started crying again. “I don't want to die!! I want to live and get married and have children and run a company and take over the corporate world and be a world leader and an awesome mother and wife and do all the things normal women do!!!”

 

Chi Chi couldn't help but laugh, and soon after Goku and Gohan chuckled merrily as well. Even a slight smile tugged at the corner of Piccolo's mouth. “Bulma, normal women do not do all of the above. We are usually lucky to get two or three of those things. You think you could lower your bar for a little while, I mean, you could use a little vacation.” Chi Chi advised. Bulma slowly stopped crying and a small smile spread her beautiful face.

 

“You know, after I finish you-know-what Chi, I think I will take a very LONG vacation. I could use some time to myself and recover from all this stress before I get cancer or something like it. My parents own a small island in the Pacific and we have a beautiful house we have never used sitting right on the beach. I think I will live there for a little while. Then, I should be more than ready for those androids, corporate yuppies, and anything else the world throws at me. Hell, I might even build Vegeta anything in the world he desires if I am in a good enough mood by the end of it.” Bulma finished happily.

 

“Okay Bulma, whatever you say. But, if Vegeta ever lays a foul hand on you and I find out, I will not stop for any explanation. Understood?” Goku finished gravely.

 

She nodded in response. Goku was dead serious; she knew she could never let him know what was going on now. The trouble was, she didn't even know what was going on right now. Strange feelings were arising that she had never given way to before. Why did she defend Vegeta? She could have had everything taken care of in an instant, but she chose otherwise. Something held her back. It scared her. She wanted to understand her feelings, but right now the greater need was to achieve a sense of normalcy once more.

She didn't like them looking at her like she was a crazy woman.

 

“Alright Chi, teach me how to make a decent breakfast, because god help me if I have to hear another complaint out of Vegeta about my cooking.” Chi Chi laughed and handed her about twelve dozen eggs. The boys left the girls to their cooking and went outside for a private discussion.

 

“Piccolo,” it was the first time Gohan had spoken all morning. “What do you think about Bulma? Do you believe she is telling the truth?” Piccolo considered it a moment. “I believe that if she felt the danger was truly as real as she thought it was while she was beating her head against the wall, then she would have told us. What about you, Goku?”

 

“I agree,” Goku stated. “Gohan, why don't you go cheer up Bulma with an aspirin out of the medicine cabinet?” “Sure dad, she probably needs it, huh. Man, she is really weird sometimes.” “No kidding, son,” Goku laughed as his son trotted off.

 

“Piccolo, I think we should let things run its course. I believe Bulma thinks she fears Vegeta, not that she actually fears him. Gohan's right. Bulma is not a normal girl. She does things totally opposite to what other women her age do. Look at her and Chi Chi! They can't be 7 years apart in age, but they are totally different beings. Bulma is poles apart from other women…and Vegeta is unlike any other man I have ever known. The more I have thought about it this past year, the more I realize how perfect they are for each other. I think they need each other.” Goku ended his thoughts, and looked to his old friend for rebuttal.

 

“We'll see,” Piccolo whispered after some reflection. With his Namekian insight, he could easily see the crossroads their paths were at and what they signaled for: creation or destruction.

 

“I will give you this Goku,” Piccolo started. “If they are made to be with anyone, it is each other. No one else in the universe is capable of handling them.”

 

And with that they strolled back to the kitchen where the delicious smells beckoned them.

 

A/N: Thanks Cappuccino Penguin, Maria S, Calise, Schiza-the-bad-saiyan-lover, and cam9323. You guys are the best! I hope this meets your expectations.