Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Evermore ( Chapter 46 )
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By: StaindGT 
The fight thickens...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
The fight thickens...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
~~~~~~~~~~~``` Chapter: Evermore
Sometimes I know we go too far,
When we’re ripping each other apart
Why do we hurt each other?
And I know that this is some stupid game,
That I love to play
~~Eleventeen
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Five million dollars spent on the wedding day. Five million. Bulma looked at her calculations, very surprised on how little it had actually all cost. She bit her lip, going over again for the fifth time, knowing that she had to have something missing. Out of all of her friends’ marriages (for she had generously paid for them all) her son’s was the cheapest. Nesa had wanted it simple. But the richest woman in the world doesn’t know what simple meant to the average joe.
Her blue tired eyes glanced to the clock. Two in the morning and he has yet to come home. Again.
All alone in this mansion, it was actually scarier then ever before. Scary that he would come home. And scared that he wouldn’t.
Two days since the Wedding of the Century. And two days since she walked away from her husband. And two days since she had seen him last.
Hence the reason for her checking and rechecking, and rechecking the exact costs of everything desired.
Trunks and Nesa were on their honeymoon in the Florida Keys, on their very own private cruise ship with only cooks, servants, and ship crew aboard.
Bra was over her mom’s. Bulma had known a fight with Vegeta undoubtably be violent as they sometimes get, so until Vegeta is back and everything is settled, the little girl will be just fine waiting for her call.
He has left for longer periods of time before. But there was something about this particular time that made her nervous, anxious, pacing, constantly looking at the clock.
It was only human of her however to have these doubts. What if he didn’t come back? What if he just left her for weeks that would turn into months that would turn into years? How could she handle that?
She would simply die. There is no life without him. When she had given him her heart, she had literally done so. It was him that awoke the sun and him that raised the moon. He was what she lived for. Without him there would be no life. No happiness. He is what made her alive, that made her feel. The kids could make it on there own, it was Vegeta that needed her and she had so stupidly and stubbornly took his challenge. What if he had really thought she could leave him? That she would trade him for the once a month fun?
But that was ridiculous. Vegeta knew better. He had to know better.
The beep scared the hell out of her but Bulma laughed at her paranoia. She went to the island bar, pressing a button underneath the countertop and watched the marble curtain open revealing a whole outline of the Capsule House. A light flashed indicating someone was on the premise and when she tapped her finger on the blinking dot the picture of Yamcha, smiled broadly into the camera.
Bulma giggled pressing the release button of her alarm, allowing the man to get on the elevator. Why he didn’t fly for he knew, unless she saw him, she was going to let loose the dogs and lasers. He found out the hard way after she had married Vegeta. That was pretty damn entertaining to Bulma’s recollection.
The elevator binged and out popped her last boyfriend, smiling dumbly. “Vegeta still ain’t back huh?”
“How’d you guess?”
“I could only feel your ki, that’s how I knew you were awake. I thought I should come over and make you feel better.” He sat down after getting a cup of hot chocolate. “So tell the doctor what’s wrong?”
“I just don’t understand Yamcha. Why can’t he just let me have fun?”
“You know the answer to that. But it’s the same old story Bulma, you just got to accept the way Vegeta is. It’s in his blood to keep everything he has, his.”
“I know, but no matter how many times I tell him that I want to be with him and only him, it seems like it’s just not important for him to remember.”
“Damn, B. After nearly twenty years with this guy, you still just ignore the facts. It’s not about you going out and having fun. It’s about you going out and having fun, without him. He has got it stuck in his head somewhere that you should be commited to him and only him as he is to you.”
“He never wants to do anything with me though.”
“Did you ask him to dance with you at the wedding?”
“Yes.” Yamcha raised his brow. “He wouldn’t of anyway. Okay, no.”
“Did you ever ask him to come along and have fun?”
“No, but Yamcha there are times when I need to be with just me and friends without him.”
“He doesn’t understand, Bulma. All he knows is that you don’t want to be with him. That is what it sounds like to him.”
Bulma sighed sipping her hot chocolate, stirring it lazily with her spoon, “Anyway, how’s you and Hitaru doing?”
A big grin spread on his lips, “She’s pregnant!”
“What! That is so wonderful!”
“We’ve been trying for awhile. The moment we got married.”
“Married without me there to watch.” Bulma mumbled looking away indignantly, but playful.
“How many times do I have to apologize? It was her idea to elope.”
“Yeah, unhuh.”
“It was!”
“Whatever you say.”
“You know you still haven’t changed. Still don’t believe anything I say.” She laughed in response getting his own humor from it.
“Enough.” The growling, demanding voice of the infamous Sayian Prince cut their laughter quickly. “Get out.”
Instantly, Yamcha was on his feet heading for the balcony. Bulma spoke though, “Don’t stay away so long, Yamacha, I miss hanging out with you.” It was only to add salt to the wound, Bulma knew not to expect him to respond as he jumped out the door. Her ice blue eyes slid across the kitchen to meet the deadly glare of her husband. “You always seem to pop up whenever I start to have fun.” She got up, “Amazing.” The bitterness was not unnoticed but ignored. He didn’t move or say anything watching her lean against the counter facing him with crossed arms. “I’m sorry I said what I did.”
“You meant it.”
“Yes.”
“So you are sorry for nothing.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you to the point where you would make me choose.”
He shrugged walking to the fridge, “And you did.”
“No, I was just angry. Irrational. I will always choose you, Vegeta. But you got to understand that there are times when I just want to be a normal human with a normal life, with a normal husband, and normal kids but-”
“Do you not think that I might just want the same?” He snapped, sitting down at the table, unscrewing the lid of his bottle of water. “The Sayian Empire was to be mine. But I am on a planet I will never understand, and a mate that will never reach my expectations.”
Whoa, he better make his message positively clear. Bulma held her erupting volcano under tight lock enough to hear his explanation. “What does that mean?”
His eyes flared to hers. “You are too weak to spar. You can never feel the effects I do upon full moons. I have to fight my instincts to transform because you forbid it. You never hunt when I do, and when I bring the carccus back, you turn away with disgust.”
“I am human, Vegeta.”
“I am Sayian, Bulma. I do not force you to act Sayian. Do not force me to be a fucking human.”
“I’m not asking you to be human. I’m asking you to let me be human.”
He shrugged, “I don’t care what you do.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t end this without it being resolved. Please understand this, Vegeta. You go out on your own, training out there in the GR. I can’t do that with you. And that is your release. I don’t get one. Shopping I have to take the kids. Work, I’m surrounded by people I can care less for. So me going out with friends is just like you training in the GR. Do you understand? It’s not that I don’t want you there. It’s not that I want to be away from you. It’s just a form of getting rid of the frustrations.”
“This has then been resolved. Do what you will. I do not care.” She could reply nothing for he jumped from the balcony.
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God damn woman! Vegeta pushed himself from the floor, spitting blood from his lip. The door sounded, echoing, killing his ears. His eyes trapped hers, ignoring the humor in them and growled, barring his white fang as he stood. Her hands were on her spandex wearing hips. He crossed his arms over his naked chest.
“Alright.” She spoke her normal volume, making him wince at the vibrations that rang in his ears. “I’m a genius.” He rolled his eyes, ready to turn around and turn the gravity back on. Though, she unfortunately stalled him. “If you make the effort. I can make the effort. I will be more understanding, and more…what you want. I’ll go hunting with you if it makes you feel better. I’ll cook the meat you bring home. I’ll even train with you if it’s what you want.” He turned his back, punching the air before him, seemingly uninterested. This only angered her, which was his obvious point. “Vegeta, I am trying to be civil here. I want peace with you.”
Under his breath, she heard the whisper, “It is not what I want.”
Her hands flew to the air, “Then what the hell do you want from me!”
She startled when he suddenly turned to her, getting right into her face. “For you to get the hell out of here.”
Bulma never takes threats lightly. “Or what, Vegeta?” She stupidly challenged. “You know, sometimes, I think you want to argue, and hate me for whatever pleasure you get from it!” She stalled in her laughter. “And for Kami’s sake, I already fucking knew that!” She ran her fingers through her hair, “Why the hell do I stay! Why do I allow you to make my life harder then it already is? I don’t need this! Nor do I want it.” And that was it, she turned for the door, “I’ll be at Chi-Chi’s.” The door slammed, Vegeta was relieved that now he will be able to train.
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Sometimes I know we go too far,
When we’re ripping each other apart
Why do we hurt each other?
And I know that this is some stupid game,
That I love to play
~~Eleventeen
~~~~~~~~~~~````````````
Five million dollars spent on the wedding day. Five million. Bulma looked at her calculations, very surprised on how little it had actually all cost. She bit her lip, going over again for the fifth time, knowing that she had to have something missing. Out of all of her friends’ marriages (for she had generously paid for them all) her son’s was the cheapest. Nesa had wanted it simple. But the richest woman in the world doesn’t know what simple meant to the average joe.
Her blue tired eyes glanced to the clock. Two in the morning and he has yet to come home. Again.
All alone in this mansion, it was actually scarier then ever before. Scary that he would come home. And scared that he wouldn’t.
Two days since the Wedding of the Century. And two days since she walked away from her husband. And two days since she had seen him last.
Hence the reason for her checking and rechecking, and rechecking the exact costs of everything desired.
Trunks and Nesa were on their honeymoon in the Florida Keys, on their very own private cruise ship with only cooks, servants, and ship crew aboard.
Bra was over her mom’s. Bulma had known a fight with Vegeta undoubtably be violent as they sometimes get, so until Vegeta is back and everything is settled, the little girl will be just fine waiting for her call.
He has left for longer periods of time before. But there was something about this particular time that made her nervous, anxious, pacing, constantly looking at the clock.
It was only human of her however to have these doubts. What if he didn’t come back? What if he just left her for weeks that would turn into months that would turn into years? How could she handle that?
She would simply die. There is no life without him. When she had given him her heart, she had literally done so. It was him that awoke the sun and him that raised the moon. He was what she lived for. Without him there would be no life. No happiness. He is what made her alive, that made her feel. The kids could make it on there own, it was Vegeta that needed her and she had so stupidly and stubbornly took his challenge. What if he had really thought she could leave him? That she would trade him for the once a month fun?
But that was ridiculous. Vegeta knew better. He had to know better.
The beep scared the hell out of her but Bulma laughed at her paranoia. She went to the island bar, pressing a button underneath the countertop and watched the marble curtain open revealing a whole outline of the Capsule House. A light flashed indicating someone was on the premise and when she tapped her finger on the blinking dot the picture of Yamcha, smiled broadly into the camera.
Bulma giggled pressing the release button of her alarm, allowing the man to get on the elevator. Why he didn’t fly for he knew, unless she saw him, she was going to let loose the dogs and lasers. He found out the hard way after she had married Vegeta. That was pretty damn entertaining to Bulma’s recollection.
The elevator binged and out popped her last boyfriend, smiling dumbly. “Vegeta still ain’t back huh?”
“How’d you guess?”
“I could only feel your ki, that’s how I knew you were awake. I thought I should come over and make you feel better.” He sat down after getting a cup of hot chocolate. “So tell the doctor what’s wrong?”
“I just don’t understand Yamcha. Why can’t he just let me have fun?”
“You know the answer to that. But it’s the same old story Bulma, you just got to accept the way Vegeta is. It’s in his blood to keep everything he has, his.”
“I know, but no matter how many times I tell him that I want to be with him and only him, it seems like it’s just not important for him to remember.”
“Damn, B. After nearly twenty years with this guy, you still just ignore the facts. It’s not about you going out and having fun. It’s about you going out and having fun, without him. He has got it stuck in his head somewhere that you should be commited to him and only him as he is to you.”
“He never wants to do anything with me though.”
“Did you ask him to dance with you at the wedding?”
“Yes.” Yamcha raised his brow. “He wouldn’t of anyway. Okay, no.”
“Did you ever ask him to come along and have fun?”
“No, but Yamcha there are times when I need to be with just me and friends without him.”
“He doesn’t understand, Bulma. All he knows is that you don’t want to be with him. That is what it sounds like to him.”
Bulma sighed sipping her hot chocolate, stirring it lazily with her spoon, “Anyway, how’s you and Hitaru doing?”
A big grin spread on his lips, “She’s pregnant!”
“What! That is so wonderful!”
“We’ve been trying for awhile. The moment we got married.”
“Married without me there to watch.” Bulma mumbled looking away indignantly, but playful.
“How many times do I have to apologize? It was her idea to elope.”
“Yeah, unhuh.”
“It was!”
“Whatever you say.”
“You know you still haven’t changed. Still don’t believe anything I say.” She laughed in response getting his own humor from it.
“Enough.” The growling, demanding voice of the infamous Sayian Prince cut their laughter quickly. “Get out.”
Instantly, Yamcha was on his feet heading for the balcony. Bulma spoke though, “Don’t stay away so long, Yamacha, I miss hanging out with you.” It was only to add salt to the wound, Bulma knew not to expect him to respond as he jumped out the door. Her ice blue eyes slid across the kitchen to meet the deadly glare of her husband. “You always seem to pop up whenever I start to have fun.” She got up, “Amazing.” The bitterness was not unnoticed but ignored. He didn’t move or say anything watching her lean against the counter facing him with crossed arms. “I’m sorry I said what I did.”
“You meant it.”
“Yes.”
“So you are sorry for nothing.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you to the point where you would make me choose.”
He shrugged walking to the fridge, “And you did.”
“No, I was just angry. Irrational. I will always choose you, Vegeta. But you got to understand that there are times when I just want to be a normal human with a normal life, with a normal husband, and normal kids but-”
“Do you not think that I might just want the same?” He snapped, sitting down at the table, unscrewing the lid of his bottle of water. “The Sayian Empire was to be mine. But I am on a planet I will never understand, and a mate that will never reach my expectations.”
Whoa, he better make his message positively clear. Bulma held her erupting volcano under tight lock enough to hear his explanation. “What does that mean?”
His eyes flared to hers. “You are too weak to spar. You can never feel the effects I do upon full moons. I have to fight my instincts to transform because you forbid it. You never hunt when I do, and when I bring the carccus back, you turn away with disgust.”
“I am human, Vegeta.”
“I am Sayian, Bulma. I do not force you to act Sayian. Do not force me to be a fucking human.”
“I’m not asking you to be human. I’m asking you to let me be human.”
He shrugged, “I don’t care what you do.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t end this without it being resolved. Please understand this, Vegeta. You go out on your own, training out there in the GR. I can’t do that with you. And that is your release. I don’t get one. Shopping I have to take the kids. Work, I’m surrounded by people I can care less for. So me going out with friends is just like you training in the GR. Do you understand? It’s not that I don’t want you there. It’s not that I want to be away from you. It’s just a form of getting rid of the frustrations.”
“This has then been resolved. Do what you will. I do not care.” She could reply nothing for he jumped from the balcony.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~```
God damn woman! Vegeta pushed himself from the floor, spitting blood from his lip. The door sounded, echoing, killing his ears. His eyes trapped hers, ignoring the humor in them and growled, barring his white fang as he stood. Her hands were on her spandex wearing hips. He crossed his arms over his naked chest.
“Alright.” She spoke her normal volume, making him wince at the vibrations that rang in his ears. “I’m a genius.” He rolled his eyes, ready to turn around and turn the gravity back on. Though, she unfortunately stalled him. “If you make the effort. I can make the effort. I will be more understanding, and more…what you want. I’ll go hunting with you if it makes you feel better. I’ll cook the meat you bring home. I’ll even train with you if it’s what you want.” He turned his back, punching the air before him, seemingly uninterested. This only angered her, which was his obvious point. “Vegeta, I am trying to be civil here. I want peace with you.”
Under his breath, she heard the whisper, “It is not what I want.”
Her hands flew to the air, “Then what the hell do you want from me!”
She startled when he suddenly turned to her, getting right into her face. “For you to get the hell out of here.”
Bulma never takes threats lightly. “Or what, Vegeta?” She stupidly challenged. “You know, sometimes, I think you want to argue, and hate me for whatever pleasure you get from it!” She stalled in her laughter. “And for Kami’s sake, I already fucking knew that!” She ran her fingers through her hair, “Why the hell do I stay! Why do I allow you to make my life harder then it already is? I don’t need this! Nor do I want it.” And that was it, she turned for the door, “I’ll be at Chi-Chi’s.” The door slammed, Vegeta was relieved that now he will be able to train.
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