Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Memory is a way to hold on to things you love ( Chapter 3 )

"Bulma?"

Yamcha had been trying to get his girlfriend's attention for five minutes, but it seemed that every time they stop talking, she would completely zone out. He was trying to keep her attention, but it was hard since she wasn't talking much, and he had to make the whole conversation by himself. He was beginning to think that something was bothering her, because usually, it was hard to keep Bulma from talking. Although, he couldn't help but wonder what it could be, since they hadn't fought in a while.

"Bulma?" He waved his hand in front of her; it seemed to get her attention to this time, as she blinked, and turned her head to face her boyfriend.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" She had no idea what the hell was wrong with her lately; her mind was always wandering off. She had done her best to remain interested in the conversation, but it wasn't working. It was obvious by now that Yamcha was noticing it, meaning she had to get a hold of herself.

"What is wrong with you today? You can't even focus for two minutes."

Bulma bit her bottom lip; she knew it was hurting Yamcha. It wasn't his fault she was in this current state, but he was paying the price. They had spent the last two hours together, and yet she had not been able to focus on him more than 10 seconds. She knew he was doing his best, and that he was trying to make her happy, but she couldn't help her lack of focus. She had a little idea why she could not focus, but she could not tell Yamcha, or else, he would get him mad at her, well not even only at her. Vegeta was a sensitize subject when it came to Yamcha.

"I'm just tired. I worked really late on a project with my father."

Bulma felt a very bad feeling take over; she didn't like lying to Yamcha, and the fact that she was a bad liar didn't help. Yet, Yamcha never caught her in a lie; he believed her too much. This didn't help her guilt, since it made her feel as if she was abusing his trust. But it wasn't as if she was going behind his back. Nothing was going on between her and Vegeta.

"You should have told me babe," he said with a sincere voice, feeling very worried for her. "Why don't you go lay down in my bed a little?" He was making things so hard for her He believed her so much, he trusted her with all his heart and it was breaking hers.

She did not want to think about Vegeta, she did not want to have the thoughts she was having, but she could not help the way she mysteriously cared about him. But she did not love Vegeta, and she did like Yamcha, so there was nothing to worry about was there? If there was nothing to worry about, then why couldn't she stop thinking about Vegeta? Why couldn't she focus on her lovely boyfriend sitting beside her? He was doing extra efforts to maintain the calm in their relationship; they hadn't fought in a while.

"You are right, it would be a good idea, " she said, trying to put her best smile on, doing her best to convince Yamcha that everything was just fine. Bulma didn't want him to worry about her, or them.

A couple weeks ago, Vegeta had finally woken up from his little long coma, and ever since that day, Bulma hadn't gotten a lot of sleep.

Heck, Bulma could not even sleep in her own house anymore, because she was too worried about Vegeta's health. Every night, well late evening and early morning, Vegeta would go and train, and Bulma would stay awake, afraid that another accident would happen. She had tried yelling at him, but he wanted to prove he was more stubborn than her. Bulma wanted to be wide awake, and ready in case it happened again. She wanted with all her heart to convince Vegeta to slow down his training, at least for the next little while, but many times he had told her to fuck off, and then he asked why it's any of her business. But, she couldn't tell him the reason behind it; Bulma could never bring herself to admit she cared about him.

Bulma approached Yamcha, so she could kiss on the cheek, trying to re-assure him a little. After getting a small smile out of him, she started to walk towards his bedroom. Bulma had never really been in Yamcha's apartment; he was always over at Capsule Corp. She now realized his apartment wasn't very big, but it was pretty nice and cozy. She opened the door of his bedroom, and threw herself on his bed, out of exhaustion. Yamcha had a waterbed, and Bulma could not help but smile, as the whole mattress moved under her weight, as she tried to find a comfortable position. Perhaps a nap was what she needed after all.

Bulma sighed in contentment; maybe she would finally be able to get some sleep. Vegeta was not around, so she had absolutely nothing to worry about. She didn't even know why she was letting this get to her so much, in the first place. Bulma figured she couldn't find an answer, and the most important thought on her mind right now was how she should get a well-deserved sleep. Of course, she did feel bad that she wasn't spending time with Yamcha, since he had been the one inviting her over after all. But, surely an hour or two of rest wouldn't be a big deal?

Before she could give it any more thoughts, her head touched the pillow, and her eyes closed by themselves; she drifted into dreamland, finally relaxing, and resting her body.

-L-

Bulma finally opened her stiffed eyes after sleeping for only Kami's knows how long. She wasn't feeling that great; it was one of those sleeps where you get up feeling like shit. Her head felt slightly dizzy, as everything around her seemed to spin, and there was a bad taste left in her mouth. Bulma shook her head, trying to bring herself out of that mood; it didn't work. She tried to adjust her eyes to the light, but everything refused to cooperate with her at the moment.

Then, she almost jumped out of the bed when she felt something touching her back. She turned around, only to see Yamcha lying in the bed, right by her side. Bulma couldn't help the smile that was forming on her lips; Yamcha could be so adorable sometimes! She had probably been sleeping for a really long time, and he had missed her; he decided to join her. It was things like those that made her fall for him. Although, perhaps the first thing that had attracted her was his bad boy attitude.

She sighed heavily; why in the world wasn't she desperately in love with him? After all, Yamcha was a very good guy; he was sweet, nice, and caring. Any girls could fall for a guy like him, and she did too, once. Bulma could still remember when they were still teenagers, or at least she was, and she thought they would be together until the end of time. Bulma even believed they would get married, and have children; the real fairytale. She had even given up on the wish she had prepared thinking she no longer needed it.

But of course, the fairytale never completely became one. She chuckled; she could still remember all the times Yamcha had asked her to have sex since they got back together, and all those times she turned him down. Bulma didn't exactly know why she was turning him down so much, but it simply never felt like the right time, or maybe it simply felt like he wasn't the right person for her. She didn't want to get involve physically like that again, if it wasn't going to work out, or if he really wasn't the one.

Vegeta. Wait? Where did that come from, she thought. Vegeta would never be the right man for her, or the right one for anything. He was a very rude asshole, and Vegeta would never be able to love her the way she wanted to love and be love. It was insane to think Vegeta would ever be one to settle down, or even have a family. Plus, he despised weak people, and she couldn't even fight. Clearly he would never be interested, not that she was.
Bulma was not sixteen anymore, but for some strange reason, she was still dreaming about the same fairytale love she did back then. As ridiculous as it sounded, somewhere deep inside, Bulma was still waiting for her prince charming in shining armor. Sure, Vegeta might be a Prince, but he was for from being charming. Although she couldn't deny that she did enjoy his spandex short. Or the way he always walked around completely shirtless.

Bad thoughts.

Bulma wanted to scream her mind out; why couldn't she get that asshole out of her head? He was always there, and that was no matter what she was thinking about; every thought would end up being about him! Now, she was thinking about her intimate relationship with Yamcha, and somehow, she had managed to squeeze Vegeta in there! It didn't make any sense! Surely there was no way to even begin to compare Yamcha and Vegeta; they were completely different.

"Are you alright babe?" Bulma's heart skipped a beat, and came out of her chest, as Yamcha's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with concern. "You seem preoccupied." He immediately felt bad. "Is it because I slept here with you?" There was an evident hint of sadness in his voice.

He couldn't understand how something like that would bother her! After all, they had done much more than sleeping together in the past. Although, ever since they had gotten back together, she seemed to avoid physical contact with him.

Bulma truly felt bad; Yamcha probably think she hated him, and that she was about to dump him. He deserved better than that! "No, I just- I had a nightmare." All right, it was half of a lie; She didn't have a nightmare, but Vegeta could be quite the scary one sometimes.

Yamcha pinched his thin lips together, and looked down at his bed, avoiding eye contact with Bulma, before sighing. "I'm sorry, Bulma."

Bulma was very confused at that instant; why in the world was he apologizing? She opened her mouth, ready to ask him, but he simply put his arms around her waist, holding her pretty tight against his body, enjoying the sweet smell of her hair. Yamcha then buried his face in her soft neck, making her giggle every time he breathed. He missed the feeling of her soft skin, or the way it felt to hold her in his arms. He had lost that before, but he didn't intend on losing it again. And Yamcha could not help, but be happy; he loved these little moments with Bulma; she was always so distant now, and she kept pushing him away most of the time. Those smiles, and laughs always made him forget about the pain. He wasn't as stupid as she thought he was; he had a little idea of what was going on.

He had realized by now that, every time they were together, Bulma would always be thinking about something else. Yamcha knew for a fact that Bulma thought it went unnoticed, but he wasn't that clueless. She had that lost puppy look on her face everything they would be doing something. The only time she truly was there was when he took her to the restaurant a couple of weeks ago. He wished he knew what was going on in her mind.

That night at the restaurant had been perfect; she had been all his, and he should have taken advantage of the situation! It's not that he was angry with Bulma because she didn't want to get closer, and intimate with him again, it was simply that, all right, well he was a little angry. After hadn't they known each other for a long time now? They had dated for a while and she didn't have a problem with having sex with him then, and now they were dating again! What was the problem now? Didn't she trust him?

It seemed to Yamcha that Bulma perhaps didn't want to, because he knew for a fact it wasn't about being ready anymore. He had waited for so long for her to completely trust him again, and he knew she had forgiven him for what happened in the past, or at least, he told himself she did. Yamcha knew she was scared of being hurt again, scared that he would cheat again, but damn it! Bulma should know he wasn't going to hurt her! He did it once, and had learned his lesson; he would never do it again.

Yamcha was a man, and like any other men on this planet, he had desires! Although he didn't hold Bulma responsible for it, she didn't satisfy those needs. It's not that he wanted to look for it somewhere else, it was simply that, he had a very big weakness for the woman's body; he couldn't help himself sometimes. One look, and he was drooling all over the place, his tongue almost hanging out of his mouth. He was trying hard to work on that for Bulma, yet he still did it, because he loved her.

Bulma, who was slightly moving around, brought Yamcha out of his thoughts. He let his hands slightly move around her body, and before he knew it, he had his hands under her shirt. Bulma didn't react at first, which surprised Yamcha since he didn't think she was in the mood for it, but if she was letting him do it, then he wasn't going to argue. Feeling lucky, Yamcha let his fingers go further, until he reached her bra; he felt his fingers tingle in excitement.

To his surprise, Yamcha still didn't get turn down, which made him worry; it wasn't like her. He raised his head, only to notice that Bulma had fallen asleep again. That was the reason behind her silence; he should have known! He sighed heavily before letting his head drop on his pillow; so much for feeling lucky.

-L-

"You look tired. Did that weakling finally get lucky?" asked Vegeta a smirked on his face.

The instant he saw Bulma walking in the kitchen, he knew he had to piss her off somehow. She looked so exhausted; her semi-closed eyes had huge dark circles under them, her skin was paler than usual and her hair was a real mess. It was obvious she had been suffering from a lack of sleep lately, and she probably wasn't in a great mood. Although, when was she ever in a good mood? All she did most of the time was whine about something, and bitch.
"Shut the fuck up," Bulma snapped at him. Right now, she was having murderous thoughts about beating the crap out of him until he died. She was struggling to open her eyes completely, but when she did, she could finally see the smirk plastered over his face. He looked pretty proud of himself.

"Look, Veggie," she said, knowing perfectly how he would hate it. "I'm not in the mood today, so leave me alone."

As soon as he heard the nickname, Vegeta's smirk rapidly disappeared from his face. "Don't call me that, woman." With the warning tone evident in his voice. Bulma shook her head; he really was impossible sometimes. "You never answered my question," he said, bringing her back on the subject.

Bulma hit the table with her fist; he was really pissing her of. "It's none of your business Vegeta." She took her deep breath, trying to go back to her previous state of peace. Why was he bothering her so much? He would always pick on her the day she did not feel up for it. Plus, why would he want to know what she did with Yamcha?

Vegeta chuckled. "That means no." Bulma just wanted to smack the smirk off of his face. "I guess he just doesn't know how to get adult Bulma. His teenager tricks don't work on you anymore." Vegeta walked towards Bulma, and stopped when he was standing right behind her. He was so closed that Bulma could feel his breath on her neck; it was almost sending chills down her spine. Almost.

Bulma didn't even dare to turn around; she was afraid of what her reaction would be if she did. "I don't have any weakness," she said, her voice shaking slightly. She knew it was a lie, especially when Vegeta put his arm around her waist; her knees felt as weak as jello. Bulma simply wanted to let herself relax, and drop, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had an effect on her.

He bent down, so he could whisper in her ear. "That's funny. I could swear I'm the only thing holding you back from falling on the floor." Bulma couldn't see his face, but she knew he was smirking right now. Vegeta let go of Bulma who did her best to grab something around her so she wouldn't fall.

Bulma tried to hide the slight pink blush covering her cheeks, but it was without hope; Vegeta noticed it. "Why are you doing this?" She didn't want to answer his comment; she didn't have an answer.

"Do what?" asked Vegeta before grabbing an apple, acting like nothing had happened. Bulma hated when he was doing that; pretending he didn't pick on her, or that he hadn't pressed his body against hers five seconds ago! The last thought made her shiver in please, against her will of course. "Bothering you? Exciting you?" he asked with a smirk.

Bulma was pretty sure her cheeks could not get any redder than they already were. How could he say such thing? "You have no idea what you are talking about!" she replied, screaming her comeback. Bulma didn't know why it came out in such an angry way, it simply was that, well, he didn't excite her. Vegeta was simply playing tricks with her mind, and that was it.

"So, whatever you say Vegeta." Bulma tried to reply with attitude, but she knew she failed miserably, especially since she was still blushing so much.

Vegeta was smirking; Bulma was way too easy. He had been getting a real kick out of this lately; now, and last time on the couch. "Are you done?"

Bulma turned her head, an obvious annoy look on her face. "What the hell are you talking about?" Done with what? Her comeback? What did that mean?

Vegeta sighed heavily. "My Gravity Room, woman!" He had been waiting for that thing for weeks now! She was slow, but still, she could usually get things done faster than that.

Bulma closed her eyes, and her face winced; she had completely forgotten about that! Well, it was almost done, she just needed to extend the limit of the gravity level, but she hadn't get a chance to do it lately; between Vegeta and her boyfriend, she had no time at all. "Almost. I just need to fix one more thing." Vegeta wouldn't like this.

Now he was really annoyed with her; what the hell else did she have to work on? Nothing was more important than his Gravity Room. "Then why don't you do it now, instead of sitting around on your ass doing nothing." Vegeta had to train; he had no intention of losing to the hands of those damn androids. This woman was truly no help at all!

Bulma ran her fingers through her blue hair, wanting to rip it off her head. He wasn't the King of the freaking World. "Alright!" she said, throwing her hands in the air.

She was not going to get a moment of peace until she gives him what he want, and she knew that. But maybe it was a good thing; the gravity room was way more secure and safe than the ship; she could stop worrying a little. Maybe it would help her get a better sleep for once! The only time she had slept peacefully had been at Yamcha's place. And even for that, she felt extremely guilty. Her little nap had turned out to be a three hours sleep! No wonder Yamcha had joined her in bed!

"I'm going to do it now."

"And I'm going to come with you." Bulma was about to say something, but she just gave up; sometimes there was just no point in arguing with Vegeta because it would just be pointless. It seemed he was in a mood to argue, and she wasn't going to cave in. "I don't want you to start doing something else," he added, even though he knew she wasn't going to reply.

She was decently entertaining.

-L-

Bulma threw herself on her bed, immediately closing her eyes. It took her about 4 hours to finish the Gravity Room, and ever since then, Vegeta had been training non-stop, not that she cared. It was already pretty late, almost 11 o'clock, and she was about to get ready to sleep. She had napped earlier, but it had done nothing to erase the lack of sleep she had suffered from these past few weeks. The only thing that would help would be a full night of rest.
After Vegeta had left her alone, she had decided to take a long relaxing bath to calm her down. That prince really knew how to get on her nerves, and yet, as much as she hated admitting it, she loved it. Life was pretty boring when all you do is build inventions in a laboratory, especially if, like Bulma, you have a feisty temper. Nobody really talked back to her because they knew she would fight until she would win, but not Vegeta. He didn't cared how angry she would get; he was not scared of her. He liked to fight her until smoke was coming out of her ears. She loved it.

Sometimes it was entertaining, and other times it was pretty annoying. But then again, it was better than Yamcha who was giving in most of the time. Bulma covered her face with her hand; she had done it again; she compared Vegeta with Yamcha. You could not compare them, they were too different, and it would not be fair. Especially for Yamcha, since most of the time he was pale in comparison. Not that it was a bad thing, really. It all depended on what you preferred.

Yamcha was nice, sweet; caring and very loving while Vegeta was a strong jerk, and a know it all. It should have been pretty obvious who was better right? No. It was. Right?

Bulma put her pillow over her head, biting it to prevent her from screaming; all this thinking was driving her nuts. It was better if she slept, like that her mind would be completely shut off to any kind of thoughts. She slid under her covers, and pulled them over her shoulders, yes tonight should be a good night. Vegeta was safe, and busy, and her mind could finally be put to rest. Nothing could bother her.

Tonight was a horrible night; Bulma had not been able to get one second of rest. She was really angry as she threw her pillow on the floor; what was wrong with her? She looked at her alarm clock and saw "1:00" in bright red. She sighed in despair as she realized she had wasted 3 hours of precious sleep. Why in the world couldn't she shut her mind? Why did she always need to be thinking about something? Granted she was a genius, and her mind was always running, but still.

She kicked her covers off of her, as she decided to go get a glass of milk; ever since she was a kid, it had always helped her sleep. It was pretty late, so her parents were obviously sleeping and Vegeta was probably still sleeping, since he had gone to bed late, and was suppose to wake up soon. She decided to not really cover herself with a robe or anything, since she was only going to be in the kitchen, alone, for about 2 minutes. And after all, this was her own house.

Bulma was wearing baby blue mini-short, and a dark blue half top. She was never going to bed in something heavy because she would always get hot. She put on her pink bunny slippers, and started to walk towards the kitchen. She was very surprise when she noticed the light of the kitchen was still open; Bulma shrugged her shoulders thinking that in a moment of distraction, her dad probably left it open. It wasn't as if it hadn't happened before.

She was shocked when she got into the kitchen and found Vegeta... cooking? Bulma had to blink a few times to make sure it was real; there was no way in hell Vegeta knew how to cook! She tried to walk very silently, as she was getting closer to the kitchen; she didn't want him to know she was there, watching him. At that moment, it seemed she completely forgot that he could sense ki, perhaps because she was so shocked to see him cook his own meal.

"I might not be able to see you woman, but I sure as hell can hear you."

Bulma stepped back; how the hell did he hear her? She could have sworn she had been very careful, and silent. Oh right. Ki. "Oh please, don't act to surprise, you're as loud as a freaking elephant." Bulma frowned; yes, there was no doubt that it was the Vegeta she knew it the kitchen, cooking.

"Are you cooking?" she asked as she walked beside him; they was no point in hiding anymore, if he knew she was there. She took a deep breath, letting the sweet smells of the kitchen fill in her noise. "It smells good," she said with a true sincere smile on her face.

"It's none of your business, woman!" he said rather angry; why the hell did she have to show up now? Wasn't she supposed to be sleeping like every other normal human? Bulma could not help but smile; she knew he was embarrassed because she found out he could cook, or rather, that he could cook for himself. All those time he had yelled at her, he could have made his own damn lunch instead.

"Don't get so angry, my prince." She laughed at him again, as he looked like he was going to break the spoon he was holding. Now it was her turn to pick on him! "Calm down Veggie! I won't tell anyone I saw you cooking, how about that?" She was trying not to make fun of him too much; he really did look like he knew what he was doing.

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders, like he didn't care. One of those; whatever, if you do, I'll just kill you, shrug. "Nobody would have believed you anyway, woman." Vegeta had a point there; who would believe her if she told them, the great Vegeta knew how to cook.

"What are you cooking?" she asked, as she took another sniff in the room, smelling the good food. "It smells amazing." She thought Vegeta would burn anything he would cook, including water. He was definitively full of surprises, which wasn't a bad thing.

"These damn noodles." Bulma started at him in surprise, somewhat surprise again. She would have pictured him cooking something that takes a few seconds, like perhaps rice? "Yourmothertaughtmehowto."

"Repeat that, I don't speak monkey," she said, repressing her smile; Vegeta wasn't going to like this. She knew he would probably want to break her neck for this, but she didn't care. She was the one who was in a good mood to pick on him, and she was going to take advantage of it. It didn't happen too often. And it also helped get rid of the bad mood she was in.

"Your mother taught me how to." he repeated more clearly. It's not like he had asked the damn woman to teach him how to, she forced him to see how to make it. Bulma had been with the weakling, and Bunny had to go, so she showed him how to make a simple snack. He hadn’t been paying much attention.

"My mom?" she asked in surprise, she could have sworn he wanted to kill her mom or something like that. He was more short-tempered than usually when she was around. "Since when do you spend time with my mom?" she asked a smirk on her face, even her couldn't tolerate her mother for more than an hour.

He sighed as he put the spoon down on the oven. "Look, I was hungry, and since you were NOT here, I had to eat." Bulma rested her chin in the palm of her hand, interested. "She said some crap about how I needed to become a good husband or whatever. That woman basically told me that if I wanted to eat, I had to learn how to cook." He would have blasted her into another dimension, but he somehow figured Bulma wouldn't like that, and he needed the Gravity Room.

Bulma tried really hard not to laugh. She could picture her mother trying to teach an angry Vegeta how to make his own food. She found herself wishing she had been there to see it. "Well, I am very impressed."

Vegeta rolled his eyes before returning to his cooking. He didn't need anymore of her smart-ass comments. "I couldn't care less about what you think, woman."

Bulma went behind Vegeta, putting her hand on his shoulder. All right, she was getting a little too close for her own comfort. "I'm serious. Can I have some when you're done?" she asked with a smile.

Vegeta cast a glance her way, wondering why she would want any. Not only that but she wasn't acting like usual; she was making small talk, and being way too close to his person. It wasn't the first time he was getting this strange feeling. Something had to be up. Why did she want? "Hn," was all he said, before looking away from her, and resuming his cooking.

A smile on he face, Bulma started to set the table. She almost wanted to laugh at the situation; she was going to have dinner with Vegeta? And he was the one cooking? It was almost too adorable, and so out of character coming from him. She did not mind though, she never had a nice moment with him before, and she intended to make this the first one. After all, who knew when such a moment would pass by again?

Vegeta gave her a strange look, as she was setting the table; why the hell was she so excited about this? It was nothing important, she was just going to taste this, and leave him the hell alone. She would taste his food, see how he could manage to do everything, while she could barely finish a Gravity Room, and realize he was better. He had no time to lose with this stupid woman for anything else. He just decided to ignore her, and concentrate on what he was doing; it was almost ready, and he was really hungry.

A few minutes later, Vegeta and Bulma were sitting down at the table, ready to eat. Bulma hadn't tasted yet, and was pretty excited about it; she would probably never get another occasion to eat food prepared by Vegeta. As for Vegeta, for some reason he seemed angrier than usual.

Bulma smiled at him before taking her first bite. This is amazing, she thought. He could cook like this the entire time, and yet, he was forcing me to make his food! That sounded just like Vegeta! "This is fabulous!" she said to him, a huge smile on her face.

Vegeta seemed to be breathing easier, but Bulma didn't notice. At least he had proved to her that she was useless, and that if it wasn't for the GR, he wouldn't need her around "You can leave now," he said rudely, not even having the decency to look at her. Vegeta didn't really want her to ruin his dinner.

"What?" asked Bulma as she took another bite. Surely she had heard wrong. "What do you mean I can leave? I thought we were eating together?" They were supposed to have their first nice moment with each other.

Vegeta scoffed. "Why in the world would I want to eat with you?" Honestly, she didn't bother him that much since he had learn to tolerate having her around, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. He never would.

"So we can talk?" She immediately noticed the face of disgust Vegeta was making; talking was not his strong suit. A little angry, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, almost in a Vegeta-like manner. "I barely know anything about you!" she said in a slightly whiny tone.

"Would you stop with your whiny voice woman!" Vegeta was angry, but he could not help but notice that her breasts were showing a lot more now that her arms were pressed against them, making them pop out of her shirt. He shook his head, getting the thought out of his mind. "I don't have anything to talk about."

"Don't be silly." She smiled at him, sincerely. Even Vegeta probably had things he had kept bottled up inside. Actually, especially him. "Everybody does! Why don't you tell me about... your parents?" He never talked about his family before, so it could be a good place to start.

Vegeta gave her a death glare, and she realized then, that she shouldn't have talk about that. All right, maybe she had been wrong about the whole family thing. "They're both dead, what is there to talk about?" he said before taking another bite, not even looking at her. He pretended it didn't matter, and it truly didn't that much.

Bulma couldn't help, but notice the pain in his voice, or at least that's what she thought it sounded like. She knew his father died at the hands of Frieza, but she had never heard anything about his mother. "You could tell me about your mother?" Bulma knew she was pushing her luck by asking more question. She had no idea why she wanted to know about him, but deep inside she knew there had to be a reason why he was this way.

Vegeta closed his eyes, and she knew it was a very hard subject for him, that or he was really angry with her right now. "I don't want to talk about it." He pushed his chair, and got up, his plate in his hands. He threw it in the sink, still full of food; he was obviously in a bad mood now. He knew this woman would come and ruin his dinner. Why did he agree to let her taste his food again?

His gesture only made Bulma want to know more about his mother. Obviously it was a big issue for him, right? She hurried to get up, and rushed to his side, not knowing this was not helping the situation. Unconsciously, she took his hand on hers, and rubbed it softly with her thumb. "What happened?"

Vegeta froze to the contact. What was she doing? He hated her, he hated the way she tried to care about him, and he hated how she wanted to know his past. There was nothing to share; he had nothing to say to her. "I. don't. want. to. talk. about. it." he repeated each word slowly, trying to make her understand. He was trying to control his anger the best his could, but she was making it rather difficult.

"What happened to her?" she asked again, conscious of the risk; Vegeta could get very angry, and then, well anything could happen. She squeezed his hand tighter, still rubbing it. She wanted to let him know he could trust her, since she would never tell anyone. It would be nice for him to finally open up to her.

Vegeta squeezed Bulma's hand in return, but not in a caring way; he was trying to hurt her. Bulma felt a sharp pain going through her hand, as she thought her bones were breaking. Her face winced in pain, and immediately he stopped, to her surprise. He finally broke her hand free from his and turned around. She really wanted to know? He didn't even understand why it mattered to her in the first place. "My father killed her," he said, but his voice wasn't sad, or anything. He was using a very neutral tone, like he was talking about his day, like it didn't matter.

Bulma's hand rested on her chest. She already knew he was a jerk, but he was taking it to a whole new level. She could not believe this; yet, Vegeta said it like it was normal. Maybe he had gotten use to this, maybe he had forgotten how to feel. Perhaps that was why he pushed everyone away? Or maybe, she simply read too much into things.

"Do you remember her?" she asked as she rested her hand on his shoulder, afraid to get any closer to him. Yet, she still wanted to hold on to him in some sort of way, afraid he would run away.

"What is there to remember?" He looked at Bulma straight in the eyes, as his were filled with coldness. "She was weak, and useless, and it cost her, her life. End of the story." He sensed Bulma back away a little. "I don't care, she deserved it anyway."

Bulma didn't know if he meant it, or it was simply his own way to protect himself; pretending not to care. "Do you want to keep talking about it?" She reached out for his hand again.

To her touch, Vegeta stiffed; he didn't need her compassion. He jerked away from her, and he was now facing her, rage in his eyes. "I don't need your pity woman," he said in a cold voice. "I told you she didn't matter to me, so stop with the pity act will you?"

"I wasn-" but Vegeta cut her as he passed besides her, voluntarily hitting her with his shoulder as he did so.

"Would you just shut up already!" He looked at her, his eyes now filled with anger. "I swear to Kami, I'll blast you into another dimension!" This woman simply didn't know when to call it quit!

Bulma simply nodded before looking away, her blue hair covering her face. Vegeta thought she did that because she was scared, and satisfy, he walked away in the dark.

But the reason why Bulma turned her head away was because she was trying to hide the smile on her lips. Even though now he was mad at her, Vegeta had opened up for the first time, and she felt very special that it was with her. He was always going around, insulting people, and acting all tough, but all of that was somehow an act. Because tonight, she had found out that Vegeta had a heart. He had simply forgotten how to use it.

Hers though, was torn apart.

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