Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Easier to Run Away ❯ Chapter 2: Blue ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: It's been a whole 3 hours since I updated last! Woo, this story is hot on my mind. Well, morbidity is part of every human soul I suppose. Have you ever heard Linkin Park? Listening to it makes you want to cry, but you listen anyway, because it strikes you in a way you can't ignore. Yeah, it's like that.

 

Oh yeah, this chapter? What do you want from me? For me to actually inform you of things you care about? You ask so much! … oh well, this chapter then. Bulma takes more of an `innocent sweet little thing' role than I am comfortable with, but it's important, because she's a symbol of good, and it's…it's just what I had to do! Also, Vegeta being a rapist seems below his honor level, and well…it is; that's why it hurts him so much. Again necessary for the plot to work, okay? And one more thing, Bulma's severe underestimation of the number V has killed is not a plot hole.

 

Chapter 2: Blue

 

Bulma held Vegeta tight to her chest, praying that he was alright. She cradled his head and smoothed his hair as he fought away his nightmares in the middle of the Gravity Room floor.

 

When Vegeta had first come there, he rocked the foundation of Capsule Corps. The orderly business and immaculate household was not ready for the trouble that came with housing the Saiyajin prince. Every member of the household had wanted him to leave, especially Bulma. He was an arrogant bastard; he murdered hundreds, maybe thousands of people. He had fought to destroy the earth. He was everything Bulma Briefs was against. But somehow over the last two years he had found his way into at least the youngest Brief's heart. She loved him; and she believed there was a chance….after that night… 

 

Bulma sat on the couch in the living room, her feet curled under her and a book in hand. She muttered to herself as she meticulously went through the book, memorizing it, so she wouldn't half to read it anymore. She used it for reference almost everyday, and she figured it was about time she memorized it.

 

"So four ounces…but it would be better with three, wouldn't it…hmmm…no the books right, that wouldn't have the right aerodynamic ping…hmm…"

 

"Woman-" Bulma jumped to her feet. Her pulse quickened half from surprise and half from his presence.

 

"Sorry `geta, you scared me," she said pushing a lock of her silky blue hair out of her eyes. She settled back down, still looking at him. His brow was furrowed.

 

"Why do you talk to me like that Onna!?" Vegeta demanded, crossing his arms. Bulma smiled.

 

"Like what `geta?" his eyes searched her face, looking for an answer he didn't seem to be finding.

 

"Like…" he lost his words. He frowned deeper. Anyone else would see him and just think he was pissed, and most would dive for cover, but Bulma was learning to read this exasperating man. He was confused.

 

"Come sit down," Bulma offered. Vegeta made no move but set his obsidian eyes deep into her own ocean gaze. They stayed silent for a moment.

 

"We used to fight…" he chose his words haltingly and with effort, "You called me a bastard many times, and a shithead. An arrogant wretched pigheaded barbarian…" Bulma's eyes widened in amazement as he continued, reciting every insult she had ever used on him. She couldn't believe he remembered them, they seemed to bounce off his thick skin, and were usually followed by his own round of insults. "And worthless…" he concluded "You called me worthless." He stated. He did not sound pained, but Bulma could see it, behind his cold dark stare. She opened and closed her mouth several times.

 

"Vegeta…I-" he silenced her with a finger to her mouth. His finger trailed down her neck and played with the lace on her night gown, for a moment, then he lifted his hand from her and crossed his arms again. "You're not worthless Vegeta." She said once she recovered. His gaze shot back to her eyes.

 

"Is that what you really think, Onna?" He snapped. "You are obviously blind." He snorted and turned away. Bulma choked back a noise of surprise, this was the first sign the prince had shown that he does not think the world of himself. His insecurities made her want to help him.

 

"I am not blind!" she stood up," but maybe you are. You helped beat up that creep Furiza!" Vegeta turned on her.

 

"I died Onna! I failed." His eyes were stone, and his fist was clenched. His entire body was tensed.

 

"You help my mother carry in the groceries and when my dad needs things from America, you go and get them and save him the cost of a plane ticket." Vegeta snorted again.

 

"A pack mule for the woman who has a staff of three hundred at her beck and call, and a saver of money for the man who makes millions. I helped beat Furiza. I died." He growled deep in his throat.

 

"Vegeta-"

 

"You know nothing Onna." He clenched his fists tighter, and Bulma caught sight of bright beads of blood falling to the carpet. She gasped and grabbed his hands. She found to her surprise that he did not resist, merely let her tend him. She looked at him and smiled, trying to calm him down a little. She pulled him behind her into the bathroom to get some gauze. Bulma rapped his hands gently then led him up the stairs to his bed room. She kissed him on the forehead and yawned.

 

"You're tired Vegeta. Get some sleep and tomorrow you will be the cocky self-assured Vegeta I know and love!" She turned to go.

 

"Love?" Vegeta asked quietly. Bulma grinned.

 

"Sure Vegeta, why not?" She turned and walked down the hallway to her own room, she would finish with the book in the morning, she was definitely tired. Bulma walked across the room and crawled into her bed. She snuggled down into the covers and fell asleep. In what seemed like moments, she was awake again. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. 3: 15. She yawned and searched around her room for the thing that woke her. She strained her ears and finally heard the nearly silent, yet familiar breathing pattern of Vegeta.

 

"'geta?" she called, pulling her covers close to her body. She heard footsteps coming nearer. She strained her eyes to see in the darkness, but failed until his form passed in front of the window. His hair stood out like a black flame against the night stars and natural light. He continued over to her bed and sat down on the edge. He placed his hand on her thigh. She gasped, but said nothing. His hand found its way up her body and snaked its way around her neck.

 

Bulma gasped as he gently, but firmly pulled her towards him. He placed his lips against hers, they were shaking violently. Bulma nearly cried at the strong man's fear, but he knew he would react violently to her pity.

 

"I want you," she encouraged, and pushed her lips against his. Vegeta's tongue accepted her permission and shot into her mouth, hungrily devouring her. Bulma buried her hands in his hair and moaned in her throat, encouraging him farther. The prince needed no more, he eased himself gradually on top of her, still devouring her lips. Bulma struggled to keep breathing between shifts as he leaned in further.

 

Finally, she pulled away. She looked at him and saw for a moment, a child-like creature emerge, wide-eyed and fearful of rejection, before it was replaced once again with the hard core warrior. He growled deeply and stood up to leave.

 

"No Vegeta please!" Bulma pleaded. The haughty Saiyajin turned to face her. "I needed to breath!" she laughed, trying to get him to understand that she was not rejecting him. But he was hesitant to return. Bulma stood and grabbed him by the arm, coaxing him back into the bed, she came shortly after, straddling him. She briefly kissed lips, pulling away teasingly as he leaned forward for more. Bulma ran her hands through his hair, and found that it was softer than she expected.

 

There were a lot of things she learned that night about Saiyajins as the two discovered each other, but in the morning the proud Saiyajin was gone and Bulma could find nothing in his face of the pain she had seen. All that was left was an angry shell of a creature that spent its days torturing itself in a self made hell in a gravity room her family provided for him.

 

Three weeks past and then Vegeta started to wake in the night screaming, constant nightmares that never seemed to leave him alone. Bulma didn't get a lot of sleep, but the proud prince, bastard though he may be, was worth it.

 

Bulma was pulled from her thoughts by a sharp pain in her hand. She gasped as Vegeta's grip tightened, then whimpered and finally let out a cry. Vegeta woke with a start, his eyes full of rage and confusion. Bulma screamed as Vegeta flipped her over his head and slammed her into the ground. Vegeta's eye's faded into recognition and he stood up. Not knowing what else to do, he left her there, lying on the floor. He walked to the house addressed the Onna's mother before he went up to his room.

 

"Onna is hurt. She needs your planets pathetic excuse for medical care. See to it." Mrs. Briefs smiled and waived obliviously.

 

"Sure thing handsome!" she exclaimed. No wonder Onna is so stupid. He thought to himself. He stepped into his room and slammed the door.

 

 

A/N: did anybody notice the tense change in the memories? Bulma's is in the past tense and Vegeta's is in the present tense…hmm…why could that be?