Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Goodbye Is A Second Chance ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: MayMayB

Thank you AylaWilson16 for once again beta'ing and staying up hella late with me… and not getting mad at me for passing out while messaging her. Also, I owe her A LOT of credit for this chapter. I hit a wall with this chapter, and she helped me out a lot. Thank you Thank you Thank you!!

If you want to read another awesome story, read Reciprocity by: Springandbysummerfall. Amazing fic. Go read it… or else.

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ I'd have a closet dedicated just for my chucks/converse shoes and studded belt collection. This being said, I don't have a closet dedicated for those things, which means I don't own DBZ… boo.

Bulma found it difficult to sleep. After crying for an ungodly amount of time, she sent Bardock a message, informing him that she had decided to remove herself from aiding the Prince and his men. She told him that she felt she was more productive in the lab. She volunteered Piccolo as her replacement. She wasn't sure if he'd appreciate her doing so, but at that time, she really didn't give two shits.

She couldn't see him anymore. Not after this…

After she sent her message she decided to take out her aggression and sadness towards the Prince the Namekian way… beat the living shit out of something and then meditate… not always in that order.

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Vegeta laid, wide awake in his bed. The blonde woman was hogging the majority of the mattress, her limbs sprawled atop the prince.

He felt… dirty. He never felt dirty before. But sure enough he felt it when he forced himself to have sex with the blonde woman. And even more so when he stumbled into the hallway and watched Bulma walk away from him, crying. He was surprised he could even get it up.

All he could think about was the look of betrayal on the Woman's face and the tears that stained her cheeks.

The Prince poked the sleeping woman in the ribs, non too gently.

“Ow!! What the hell?” She screeched.

“I'm done with you, get out.” He said, shoving her arm and leg off of him.

“It's 1:30 in the morning!!” The blond looked at him in disbelief.

“Don't make me repeat myself. Get the fuck out.”

“You're an asshole!” she screamed as she grabbed her discarded clothes from the floor.

“Hmph, so I'm told.” He said dismissively. “Hurry up. I don't have all night.” The woman picked up her shoe and flipped him off as she exited his apartment.

Vegeta got dressed in his training gear and headed towards the gym, sleep was out of the question.

The gym was dimly lit and from the sound of it, only one other person was in there. He didn't pay any heed to the other occupant that was in there as he walked to the center of the sparing mats and started his warm up kata. As he did so, he heard the sound of someone wailing on a punching bag. He looked up at the corner of the room that was barely lit and saw a flash of blue and froze.

Bulma was going to town on the large punching bag. She had her ear buds in and was listening to some angry music, it helped fuel her power packed punches. She hadn't noticed that she was now sharing the gym with someone else until she felt like she was being watched.

She stopped her attack on the bag and peered around it…

Her heart skipped a beat. It was… him.

A sneer automatically formed on her lips, her eyes narrowing at him. The sadness had long since passed… now all she felt was fury.

The prince stood there, his face a hardened mask of intimidation. She knew she was the last person he wanted to see. And vice versa. But she wouldn't be bullied into leaving. She was here first.

After a good minute of them staring each other down, Vegeta turned and grabbed his gravity cuffs, slapped them on and started fighting an imaginary opponent.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. How dare he ignore her!!! Well, fine, she'd ignore him too. See how it makes him feel.

…she ignored him for a total of three minutes.

She looked over at him, her face turned beet red when she saw that he had his back to her, still punching and kicking the imaginary foe… not looking at her, not even stealing a glance.

Bulma tore her ear buds out of her ears and marched up to the Saiyan. His back still to her, she wound up and punched him with all her might in the kidney.

He instantly twisted around and seized both of her arms and gave her a deep growl. She surprised him by growling back at him and returning the ferocious glare he was giving her.

Vegeta held onto her arms for another few seconds and then tossed them back at her, making her stumble backwards from the force.

They stood there, again staring at each other.

The sadness started to come back to her, mixing in with the anger again. She wasn't kidding when she had told him she was fast, she blazed forward and punched him in the gut. The prince saw it coming, but didn't stop it. For a little human, her attacks packed a whallop. It merely stung him, but it still impressed him that she of all people, could do so.

He looked at her. Her face a mixture of emotions, her eyes started to water. He wasn't sure if it was from her state of mind or if his Saiyan body had caused her hand harm and was causing the tears.

She punched again, this time aiming for the right pectoral.

Again, he did nothing. His eyes void of anything.

“You're a PIG!” she screamed.

Another punch.

“Nothing but a man whore!!”

A high kick to his ribs.

“You played with my emotions!!!”

Combo punch kick.

“Why, Vegeta?”

Bulma's eyes were overflowing with tears now. His silence was pissing her off immensely. Her attacks were weakening, and she was sure both her hands were broken. But she didn't care, she continued attacking feebley.

“Why?” She repeated.

He stood still and let her use him as a punching bag. He had caused her pain, and if this is what she needed to get over him, then he'd oblige.

What he really wanted to do was grab her and hold her, the strange urge to comfort the Woman was overwhelming. He forced the urge down and instead, he let her go on. He needed her to hate him. Needed her to stay away from him.

Vegeta saw that she was causing harm to herself; her fingers were turning an ugly purple. If it weren't for the fingerless gloves she was wearing, her hands would have been finished with the first blow. He gently caught her hands again and held them at her sides.

Bulma dropped her forehead to his chest in defeat.

He stood there, letting her cry on his chest. The prince lowered his head onto hers and took a deep intake of her beautiful scent, imprinting it into his memory.

“I just had to fall in love you…” she whispered. “Of all people, I had to fall hard… for you.”

She shook out of his grip and pushed off of him. She couldn't bare to look him in the eye for fear of breaking down into insuppressible sobs. The broken blue haired woman turned around and made her way out of the gym… leaving the Prince alone… and broken himself.

When she was out of site, Vegeta sunk to his knees. His head hung low and his face now betraying his feelings.

He looked down at his hands that were balled up into fists and punched the steel floor, leave a large dent.

Six months three days and twelve hours later….

But who was counting?

He stared at her large cerulean eyes that smiled brightly back at him. So happy and pure. Not a care or worry in world… not knowing what her future held for her… No matter how hard he tried to throw that picture away, he couldn't do it. He found himself staring at it more these days. The photo's edges were curled from being handled so many times, and was now placed on the control panel of the Prince's space pod.

The picture was the closest thing to looking at her. Sure he'd catch glimpses of her here and there while on base, but the Woman was very good at avoiding him. Which, at first made it easy for him. `Out of site out of mind' he'd say to himself. But as the time passed, the whole situation was weighing heavily on his heart.

She had completely removed herself from any missions that involved him and his men, leaving Piccolo in charge of the rebels who came to help the purge missions. This had pissed Vegeta of royally. For some reason he didn't like the Namekian. And the Namekian didn't like him.

The green alien kept mostly to himself, but it rubbed Vegeta the wrong way when he'd sit in a corner and give him a death glare… like an un approving father would to their daughters boyfriend. He never mentioned Bulma to Vegeta. He didn't even know if Piccolo's ward even told him about their issues. He assumed so by the way Piccolo acted around him.

With each passing month that he didn't have contact with her, the more empty he felt inside…empty and infinitely more angry…Cold and alone. A feat he never thought was possible. His men noticed the change in him as well. He was more callous and ruthless. The only person he was decent to was his mother, but not by much… Everyone close to him knew why, but wisely kept their mouths shut. Any mention of Bulma's name sent the prince over the deep end.

Raditz once made the mistake of mentioning her name while on a mission right after she had removed herself from them. At the mere mention of her name the prince exploded with fury and proceeded to destroy a whole mountain range, and if it weren't for Raditz and Nappa, he would have massacred the planet's people.

He was more on edge… and the lack of sleep was not helping at all. The Prince's regular nightmares were now replaced by the dream of Bulma being murdered by Frieza… along with some other ones. They all consisted of her dying in one way or another… Her dying in child birth, her dying at the hands of Dodoria while being tortured while he watched helplessly. But the one that disturbed him the most was when he dreamt of her dying in his arms. And each and every time she died the power within him surged and exploded out of him.

The only good that came from the night terrors was that Vegeta used them as a tool when he trained. Each time he thought of the life leaving her beautiful eyes or her body feeling limp and cold in his arms his anger grew. And when it grew, he found out his power grew… So much now that Nappa and Raditz couldn't train with him anymore, he had become more ferocious and strong that he had started to send his men into the regen tank within a few minutes of starting a spar.

He'd like to think he came to grips about letting Bulma go. For the
first time in his life he wasn't being selfish. For once he was
thinking of someone other than himself. And if staying away from her
kept her safe, then he'd do it. What's one more thing to endure?
The prince's thoughts shifted to the last thing Bulma said to him. The
words rang clearly in his head, as if she had just spoken them…

`I just had to fall in love with you, Of all people, I had to fall hard… for you.

The hurt in her eyes crushed him to his core. She loved him. Nobody
loved him… besides his mother. But Saiyans didn't profess their love…
not like humans did. The question still haunted him… did he love her
back?

A loud beep brought him out of his brood session. The oxygen regulator
was on the fritz again, he would need to get it repaired soon. With a
heavy sigh, Vegeta took one last look at Bulma's smiling face as he
ran a finger over the picture. He leaned his head back and tried to
get comfortable in the cramped pod and attempted to sleep before he
landed on Planet Corza.

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She allowed herself one month to mope around. The day that one month
was up she made herself go out and be around people…specifically men.

She wanted revenge… and if she could do what he did, she knew word
would get to him. She wanted him to feel crushed and heart broken,
just like her.

Catching Vegeta with his pants down hurt... More so than when she
caught Yamcha and Dory in the act…. In fact, it didn't take her long
at all to get over Yamcha. Sure the hatred for him was still there,
but it didn't make her want to crawl into a corner and cry until she
died.

So, she flirted and was a major tease and got a lot of attention. But
the few times that she allowed someone to take her back to their room
or hers, she'd freeze and just couldn't go through with it. The
memories of Vegeta were still fresh in her mind. So, she abandoned her
original plan of sleeping with some random guy to get over the Prince
of Pricks. Instead, she concentrated on her projects and continued to
work in the background for Vegeta and his men, coming up with more
training tools and other useful gadgets.

When Bulma did see the Prince on the base, for a while she'd turn
around, run as fast as she could, and cried herself to sleep. Now,
when she saw him she'd calmly walk the opposite direction. Although,
for the past few months, the prince rarely came to the base at all.
After the planets Vegeta and his men to were sent to, were cleared,
he'd stay and train there. Bulma; however, did see plenty of Nappa and
Raditz. They seemed almost alienated by Vegeta. She heard through Goku that the Prince had become too powerful and they were unable to train with him anymore. He'd send them straight to a regen tank within
seconds of starting a spar. Which didn't matter anyway… it seems he
opted to be alone nowadays.

One night, not so long ago, Raditz drunkenly told Bulma that the
prince was starting to seperate himself from his men, only talking to
them when necessary.

“He doesn't even talk to me anymore. Not like he used to.” Raditz
shook his head sadly.

Bulma patted her inebriated friend on the back. “It's probably just
stress about getting stronger.” Usually she would dance around the
topic of the prince. But she could tell that Raditz was worried, the
only people he had to confide in being the homicidal prince, a quiet
bald guy and a ditzy blue haired woman with multiple personality
disorder.

“I guess.” The Saiyan shook his head as he swirled the last gulp of
beer in the glass bottle he was holding. “It's like he's a lit fuse
and we are all waiting until he explodes.”

She gave him a sad smile and another pat on the back. Bulma pondered
what Raditz told her. Sure, the Prince had a major attitude problem.
He almost always seemed like he was angry at something or someone. She just chalked his mental issues to stress of annihilating a powerful
tyrant and toppling his empire… anyone would go crazy with that kind
of pressure.

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Bulma took a deep breath and reassured herself that everything was
going to be just fine. Her stomach was in knots, but she really
couldn't help it. She was about to be attacked. Sure it was a staged
attack, but it was the not knowing when and where it would be coming
from that made her nervous. But what put extra butterflies in her
stomach was the fact that she was on the same planet Vegeta was on.
Originally she was going to collect intel from an informant on Corza
and leave. But, as luck would have it, Vegeta and his men were taking
leave at the same time she was scheduled to collect vital information
for the rebellion, and double luck that she finished Vegeta's upgraded
gravity cuffs.

After her `attack and near kidnapping' she was supposed to meet up
with Nappa and give him his highness's cuffs, then she'd high tail it
back home and if luck was on her side, she wouldn't have to see
Vegeta… But it seems luck wasn't on Bulma's side these days.
She leaned against the building and watched the street vendors sling
their merchandise and customers mill about as she waited.

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Vegeta closed the hatch to his pod and dusted his hands off. He had
spent the better half of the day repairing the oxygen regulator. Now
that it was finished he needed to make an appearance at the tavern,
where his men and other soldiers of the Cold Empire would be that were
also on shore leave.

He grabbed a towel and wiped the grease off of his hands and bare
chest. He then tossed the towel off to the side, and proceeded to put
his chest armor on, not bothering to put on under armor or his gloves.
It was far too hot and muggy out.

A week of this bullshit. A week of wasted time. What was he to do?
Usually he'd get piss ass drunk, pay for his favorite hooker and have
drunken sex all week. The thought of doing that now revolted him. He
hadn't even thought about getting laid since the night Bulma had
angrily admitted she loved him.

`…Maybe one appearance at the tavern would do… then maybe I could take off and find some desolate planet and train for the remainder of my leave.'

As Vegeta pondered the thought, he exited the large building that
served as one of the main hangars. It was late in the evening, and all
of the locals and undesirables were starting to come out to wreak
havoc. The streets were starting to fill up, several people crowding
the area where the street vendors were.

The prince pushed through the hordes and ignored the vendors as they
shoved vials of so called potions, cheap jewelry and other useless
junk in his face.

As he made his way through the crowd he saw a flash
of blue hair out of the corner of his eye… He stopped as his eyes
searched. Could it be her? It's not like she was the
only one that had blue hair, but it was still a pretty rare color.

It most certainly was her. She was leaning up against a building
looking nervous as her eyes darted left to right. It seemed as though
she was anticipating something.

The Saiyan's eyes grew wide as he watched a large beast man walk up to
her. His filthy clawed hand grabbed her chin as he said something to
her. The Woman jerked her face away from his grasp, which angered the
alien. He reached for her neck and lifted her up off the ground and
tossed her like a rag doll into the ally way that was next to the
building she was just leaning up against.

Before Vegeta knew what he was doing, he was flying full force to the
ally, hands glowing a bright blue, ready to annihilate the ugly fuck
who dared to harm his Woman. But what he saw next made his jaw drop.
The look of fury was now replaced with confusion.

“Thanks Yun.” Bulma said shaking the large beast's hand. I do
appreciate it.” She gave him a warm but bloody smile.

Yun gave her a grimaced look. “I think I went a little over board Ms.
Bulma. Your mouth is bleeding.”

Bulma wiped the blood from her mouth and shrugged. “All in the name of
peace my friend.”

“What the fuck is this?” Vegeta bellowed.

Both Yun and Bulma turned toward Vegeta.

“Vegeta, what are you doing here?” Bulma said shocked.

Yun looked at Bulma. “Do I need to take care of him for you?”

Vegeta let out a snort. As if the alien had a chance against him.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at Vegeta, knowing full well what he was
thinking. She patted Yun on his arm. “No Yun, he's with me.”

Yun gently squeezed her hand and nodded to her. He turned around and
left the ally way, giving Vegeta a haughty glare.

Vegeta returned the giant beast's glare and then turned it to Bulma,
who was now slightly bent over, grabbing her right side.

The prince raised his eyebrow. “You're more injured than you let on.”
He moved closer to her but refrained from touching her.

Bulma exhaled through her nose and nodded at him. “Yup. He did get a
little carried away. But he didn't do it out of ill will…” She
groaned. “I think I may have some bruised ribs… and possibly a loose
tooth or two. But I'll live.”

Vegeta shook his head at her. “Why would you willingly let him do that to you?”
Bulma straightened up. “Why do you care?” She pushed passed Vegeta and back into the crowded street.

He didn't know why, but he followed.

Bulma looked over her shoulder, annoyed. “Why are you following me?”

“I'm not following you, I merely am going in the same direction you
are.” He said matter-of-factly. It wasn't a lie. She was heading in
the direction of the tavern.

Bulma rolled her eyes at him and continued walking, not saying anything else.

She continued on and stopped in front of the tavern. It was filled to
the brim with soldiers, whores and locals. The smell of stale ale and
beer leaked out of the building and the sound of music, laughter and
fists being thrown filled the night air.

Vegeta walked up and stood beside her.

Bulma ignored him and looked down at her watch. She was supposed to
meet Raditz out front ten minutes ago, but he wasn't there… probably
got side tracked by a woman... She could simply give Vegeta his new
and improved cuffs now and leave… but she all the sudden felt the need
to have a drink.

She started towards the entrance and stopped when she noticed Vegeta
wasn't following. She turned around.

“You coming or what?”

Vegeta's brow arched and his lip curled up at her tone. But he
followed her in anyway. He followed close behind her, deterring the
hungry lustful eyes that were being sent in her direction.

Before Bulma could order a drink, Vegeta came up behind her and barked at the bartender in a foreign language. The ugly man behind the
counter said something back in return and slid two large frosty mugs
of frothy beer down to Vegeta.

The Saiyan grabbed both mugs and turned to find an empty table. He
smirked inwardly as she followed him… the smirk became apparent on his
face when she glared disapprovingly at him for tossing a drunken
soldier out of the table he wanted. She gave him a hesitant look as
he sat down and shoved one of the mugs across the table in her
direction.

Should she sit down? She really should just turn around and leave. But
this may very well be her only chance to resolve their differences…
possibly even become friends. Bulma slowly took a seat across from the
prince and took a large sip of beer.

An awkward silence fell between them as they both drank and pretended to be interested in their surroundings.

“…I was supposed to give you this.” She said, not being able to take
the silence anymore. She dug in her pocket and produced a capsule.
“It's your new cuffs. Maximum 800 times standard gravity.” She handed
it to him. “I beefed up the circuitry. These shouldn't short out or
malfunction like the other ones.”

Vegeta took the capsule out of her hand. She flinched when his
calloused fingers grazed her soft palm.

“What was that all about… back there in the ally?” He said as he
stuffed the capsule into his armor.

She shook her head. Not even a thank you or anything, just went right
to the next topic. “Yun is an informant. He gave me some information
that might help us find who the leak is.”

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. “And letting him throw you around
like a rag doll got you this information. Woman, he could have really
hurt you.” His rough voice betrayed the anger and the worry he felt.
He didn't like seeing her being tossed around like that.

Bulma's face turned red. “So now you care all of the sudded?” Her voice went up an octave. She forced herself to take a deep breath to calm herself.

“I don't.” His voice was even.

Bulma let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Yeah.” She agreed and took another
gulp of beer. “So, how's what's-her-face?”

Vegeta wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave her a look
of confusion. “What are you talking about, Woman?”

She cocked her head at him in a condescending manor. “The blonde.”

He was beginning to regret following her to the tavern. This was about
to get ugly. “That wench? I merely used her for what I wanted that one
time. I haven't seen her since.”

He looked over at Bulma. He couldn't tell if his remark made her angry or what. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes seemed to turn a shade darker.

She was silent for a long pause. And with each passing moment, Vegeta
grew weary.

She finally broke the silence. “Why?” The question was barely above a
whisper, but Vegeta heard it.

Why was she asking such hard questions? Didn't she know he couldn't
answer? He had no answer to give.

Her eyes never left his as she repeated the question. This time was
louder and more clear. “Why, Vegeta?”

The prince's left eye started to twitch. “Why must you ask asinine
questions woman!”

As Bulma opened her mouth to rebut his answer a woman walked up to their table.

“There you are Vegeta.” A woman with shoulder length black hair leaned
against the table. She was obviously a whore. The short black leather
skirt, that barely cover her ass and the barely there blood red halter
top topped with thigh high leather fuck me boots gave her occupancy
away. The woman gave Vegeta a seductive smile and then looked at
Bulma. She gave her a dirty look and laughed. “What's this, Vegeta?
Are you cheating on me with this slut?”

“Excuse me? Look who's calling who a slut. Sorry lady, I don't have
sex for money.” Bulma tightened the grip she had on her mug.

“Beat it, Ivy.” Vegeta waived a dismissive hand at the hooker.

Ivy looked at Vegeta, appalled that he was telling her to leave. He
was her biggest client. He paid handsomely and needed his money.
And considering Ivy was not the smartest whore in the bunch, she made
her first mistake and turned to Bulma.

“Look here slut, this man is mine. This is my territory, go fuck
someone else, you ugly blue haired bit-“

Bulma's fist connected with her jaw. The force of the blow sent Ivy
flying back into a pair of bar stools. Before she could recover, Bulma
was standing above her. She grabbed the top of her halter and hefted
her back up onto her feet.

“Look here bitch, I am in no mood to be talked down to by some sorry
excuse of a hooker. Back off, or I will be forced to break every bone
in your body.” She shoved the battered woman away from her and watched as Ivy scrambled away from her as fast as her hooker boots would allow. Bulma calmly turned around and sat back down at her chair, ignoring the looks from the other patrons of the bar.

Vegeta had never been so turned on in his life. The way she made Ivy
fly through the air in one punch was incredible. He watched as Bulma
chugged the rest of her beer.

“You never cease to amaze me, Vegeta… you had sex with that dumb ass?”she pointed in the general direction that Ivy went running off to.

Vegeta ignored the comment. His attention was drawn to Ivy. She had
run out of the tavern and suddenly returned with a very large man
and she was pointing at Bulma and Vegeta.

The prince watched as the man, followed by Ivy, walked up to the
table. The giant man slammed a large club on the table, trying to
intimidate the both of them, the force knocking over Vegeta's beer.

“Ivy says your girlfriend busted her jaw. How is she supposed to get
customers with her face mangled?”

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the hulking man
uncaringly. “She deserved it.” He said, giving the man a bored look. “You owe me a beer.” He said pointing to the spilled mug.

“Oh yeah?” The man slammed the club down hard on the table, making it splinter slightly. “Well, you're about to deserve the beating I'mgonna give you and your woman.”

“HA!” The prince laughed at him.

“And when I've beaten you to a pulp, I'm gonna take your blue haired
whore and put her to work to make up for the lost profits she's caused
Ivy.”

…Of all the things to say to the Saiyan Prince… that was not one of them.

“Is that so?” Vegeta swiftly grabbed the man's arm that was holding
onto the club and snapped it. The man yowled out in pain as Vegeta
gripped him by the collar and lifted him up. “You will not touch her.”
He growled and tossed the man full force onto the dance floor, where
most of the patrons of the tavern had congregated. This caused the
tavern to explode into an all out bar fight.

Vegeta grabbed Bulma, tossing her into his arms and exited quickly,
getting as far away from the tavern as possible.

After a few blocks, Bulma screamed at Vegeta to stop. He obliged her
and put her down. She wriggled out his hold and shoved him back as
hard as she could.

“Damnit Vegeta! I can take care of myself!!!” She shoved him again.

“That man could have easily overpowered you!” He screamed back at her.

“I could have taken him easily!!!”

“No you couldn't have!!”

“Yes I could have, you ass!!!”

“Fine, next time some big hairy assed male threatens your life I won't
save you!!!”

“GOOD!! I don't need your help!!”

Vegeta bared his teeth at her. “I didn't ask for this!!” he bellowed.
The bass of his voice echoed through the street.

Bulma flinched at the last thing he said. He wasn't talking about her
safety anymore.

He paced back and forth a few times and then stopped directly in front of her.

“I will not give in.” He said through gritted teeth.

Bulma was confused. “Give into what, Vegeta?”

He clenched his jaw so tight that the muscle bulged and pulsated and
his tail lashed furiously behind him. “This fucking feeling that
you've made me feel for you. It's disgusting. It's eating away at me.
Making me god damned crazy.” His breathing was heavy as he spoke. “I
cannot afford it.”

All she could do was look at the crazed Saiyan in front of her. She
was at loss for words. In his own insane way, he just admitted his
feelings for her.

“But you are making it completely impossible to ignore.” He said. His
voice sounded different, almost meek.

“What?” She asked feebly.

Vegeta looked up at her, his eyes now sad and defeated. He shook his
head at her. “You are an enigma, Bulma Briefs. You have somehow become immersed in my mind… my dreams. I haven't been able to stop thinking of you for six months and it has been maddening!! Even when I pushed you away I couldn't get rid of you!”

Bulma stood there, still not knowing what to say or do. She didn't
even know when the tears began to fall. The hot streams steadily ran
down her cheeks as she looked up at Vegeta.

He continued, “I am at an impasse. And for once in my twenty two years
of life, I don't know what to do. Being separated from you was
supposed to make things easier and clear. But it only made it more
difficult.”

The Woman took a step closer to him, but still hesitant to make
physical contact with him. “And you didn't think it was hard for me?
Gods Vegeta!! You say you never asked for this? Me neither!! You can
never plan love! Love happens whether you want it to or not.” She
swallowed a sob and continued. “You act as if this is all my fault!
Why would you turn me away? What did I do? Am I not worthy of being
with the Prince of Saiyans?”

Vegeta's eyes narrowed on her as she spoke. “I'm done speaking with
you.” He turned on his heel and started to walk away.

In a blink of an eye, Bulma ran in front of him and swung her fist at
his face. He easily caught it and growled at her.

“You're running away, like a little bitch.” She said in a mocking tone.

Vegeta's lip curled up, exposing his sharp canines. “I run away from
nothing. Know your place, Human. Nobody calls me a bitch.” His voice
was low and threatening and his eyes sparked with rage.

“Then why are you walking away from me again?” She pressed.

He didn't answer. He still had her wrist in his hand, he lowered both
their arms and looked menacingly into her watery blue depths.

“It makes no sense to make each other miserable. Be with me Vegeta. I
know you're… uneasy about it. But I am too.” She was going to say
scared, but decided to use the word uneasy. No need to push his
buttons anymore. She grabbed hold of his muscular arms before he could
pull away from her again. “I'm not asking you to marry me Vegeta. All
I'm saying is we should be friends and see where that leads.”

The prince looked at her and nodded quietly. Bulma brought him into a
hug and buried her head deep in his hard chest. “Don't do that to me again.”

Vegeta looked down at the beautiful woman and hesitantly brought one
arm around her, wrapping her in a loose embrace.

He honestly didn't think he had the strength to put them both through
that again, even if he wanted to. And who knows, maybe this `friend'
thing could work out. But he wasn't kidding himself… if was only a
matter of time before he would have to make the decision to let her go
or be with her forever. And both instances scared the shit out of him.
But what scared him most was that the answer to the question that he
had been asking himself for the past few months. It came in that very
moment, without any doubt.
Yes. Yes he did.

But he'd take that confession to the grave.