Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Giving In ❯ Giving In pt 1 ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, nor do I own the song Giving In, which is owned by Adema and anyone who helped in writing the lyrics.

Author's Notes: This is it, finally a citrus chapter, I never thought it would take so long for me to write one in my whole entire life. Also, this will be the chapter where the song that gave name to the story will finally come out of hiding. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and will tell me what you think of it. Oi…I'm not ready to write a very long chapter, so please deal with me because all I'm going to do is split this chapter into two parts, the citrus will be in the second half. Hopefully you kind readers out there that like this fic won't mind that I'm being so horribly tedious with this chapter. I love you all, you're wonderful, and I'll keep you updated for when I write the second section.

Chapter Eight: Giving In…pt 1.

Staring out of her window, Kathi watched the stars in silent wonder, her mind whirling with thoughts on what had happened earlier in the day. She had been surprised when her employer finally came out of his gravity chamber and had tried, for a brief moment, to talk to him about his absence. Unfortunately she had taken the brunt of his anger and ended up a crying heap in the middle of the kitchen floor by the time he exited the house. His words had been harsh and cutting, though she knew he didn't mean all of them.

"Will you walk me to the edge again...shaking, lonely and I am drinking again. Woke up tonight, and no one's here with me…"

Turning off the gravity machine, he glanced up at her balcony, noticing her movement from the corner of his eyes. Watching her, he followed her hand as it went up and brushed her hair away from her face before falling to the railing and gripping it tightly. Frowning, he started walking towards the house then leapt into the air and flew, silently, until he was over her balcony. Perching on the roof behind her, he sat down and waited.

"I'm giving in to you…take me under…I'm giving in to you…I'm dying tonight. I'm giving in to you. Watch me crumble, I'm giving in to you…I'm crying tonight, I'm giving in to you…"

Sighing, she turned to go back into her room then looked up in surprise when she noticed that he was sitting over her doors. "What are you doing here?"

Shrugging, he uncrossed his arms and dropped down in front of her. "Why do you still work here?"

"I have nothing else to do."

He snorted then met her gaze evenly. "You have no dates, no other job offers, no friends that call you to hang out with them, and you never go anywhere."

"I know."

"So I'm going to ask you again, why do you work here when I treat you like shit?"

Smiling grimly, she looked down at her feet then let out a tense breath. "This is the only job that…tests my limits. I put up with you, your son, all of his friends, and I cook enough food to feed an army. If I could find another job that even matches this one in difficulty, I would probably take it, but there isn't one that catches my interest."

"So you're staying because this job keeps your interest?"

"Basically."

Lifting a brow, he nodded then looked up at the stars. "Have you ever thought of going out to space?"

Eyes darting skyward, she studied the stars then shook her head. "No, life here is complicated enough without my traveling to other planets."

"You should try it one day."

"I doubt that I should try going out to space."

"Why?"

Looking at him a second, she laughed then walked into her room, pushing past him easily. "You're a nosy man."

"Inquisitive, not nosy."

"Either way, you like to know more about people than they would rather talk about."

"What's your point?"

"Sometimes people don't like telling others about their life."

"What's so bad in your past that you don't want to talk about it?"

Shaking her head, she started brushing her hair, having grabbed her brush off of the dresser. "I just don't want to talk about it Vegeta."

"Why?"

Dropping her hand from the top of her head, she looked back at him from the corner of one eye then sighed. "Why do you want to know about my past? I never ask you about yours."

"Maybe you should."

"From what I could see, you don't want anyone to know your past, I won't pry, it isn't my style."

"But I will pry."

** End of section one…sorry to leave everyone hanging like this but…that's the way the cookie crumbles. **