Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Fair speech may hide a foul heart ( Chapter 4 )

Bulma opened her deep ocean blue eyes, as she stretched in her bed. She felt great this morning; Bulma had slept like a baby, and surprisingly she had been for the past week and a half! She had finally stopped worrying about Vegeta, since he had a safer training place. Well, that, and the fact that he had been avoiding her like hell since their little chat. It was pretty bad; he wouldn't even demand his food from her. He would actually go, and order her mother to cook for him. Well, it wasn't that Bulma didn't mind the peace and tranquility of not being treated like a slave, but she just missed him. Sort of.

Yamcha had been really distant from her lately, and she had no idea what was going on. She would call him, and sometimes he would call back hours later, or worse, called at silly hours when she was sleeping. He would always mumble something about having a lot of work to do, and a lot of baseball practices, but Bulma did not quite believe it; she knew he was trying avoid her. Bulma sighed; she could not exactly blame him, she had not been the greatest girlfriend lately. But still, she wished he could be honest with her, although, again, she had not been honest herself. Perhaps she was to blame for her own problems.

She had barely seen the rest of the group lately, because everybody was very busy training. Chichi was also to busy, as she was keeping Gohan under her watch, making sure he was not going to run anywhere with his dad, or that he would at least get his homework done. The only person she had to keep her company were, her mother, her dad, and sometimes, Vegeta. And Yamcha, she thought. She let herself sunk into the comfort of her bed; she knew she should not have woken up, something bad always happen. She put the cover over her head, trying to go back to bed.

"Bulma sweetie!" Bulma let out a sigh of anger, as she heard her mother high pitch voice coming from the other side of the door. Not now; she was about to go back to bed! She sighed heavily. "Breakfast is ready!"

Bulma was about to tell her she wanted to be left alone, but when her stomach growled, she realized she was pretty hungry. Oh well, she could always sleep later right? It's wasn't as if she was on a tight schedule or anything.

"I'm coming mom!"

Bulma threw the covers away, almost causing them to end up on the floor. She was wearing a mini pair of white short and a red shirt with Bulma written on it; she figured it was decent enough to go out of the room. But when she passed the mirror, she realized her hair was a real mess; some parts of her hair were really puffy and almost curly, while some parts were very straight. What the hell happened to her? Bulma sighed, as she took an elastic and brought all her hair into a kind of ponytail; this will do, she thought. It's not like she was going to a fashion show or anything like that. Plus, who did she have to impress?

She opened the door of her room, and started to walk in direction of the kitchen, feeling the cold floor under her naked feet. Maybe I should have change, she thought as she rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to keep herself warm. She expected to only see her mother in the kitchen since it was already 10am, but she was surprised to find Vegeta sitting at the table, eating blueberries pancakes. Hadn't he been training for the best 6 hours? Wasn't he trying to avoid her? Surely he should have been able to sense her coming his way.

"Vegeta?" she said, not even realizing she spoke out loud; Bulma thought she was simply thinking. She brought her hand to her mouth, but when Vegeta did not react, Bulma breathed a little easier, and she simply sat down at the table, taking a seat right in front of him.

Mrs. Briefs looked at the two kids with a sad smile on her face. "Are you two having your first fight as a couple?" She asked, putting her hand on her hip.

But Bulma and Vegeta raised their heads immediately, and look at each other, shocked. "MOM!" yelled Bulma, as she looked at the disgusted face Vegeta was making. She brushed it off; like she would date him. "You know I'm dating Yamcha." Sort of.

Mrs. Briefs brought her hand to her mouth, giggling. She could be such a ditsy head sometimes! How could she have forgotten such a thing? "I forgot!" she said, giggling some more. "It's just that Vegeta is such a handsome man! He would be perfect for you!"

Bulma scoffed. Vegeta, perfect for her? Never in a million years. Vegeta was the exact opposite of what she wanted in a man; he was arrogant, full of himself, cocky, and a real jerk. Anyone would be better than him. "Please mom, I would never sink at such a low level," she said, carefully avoiding looking at Vegeta.

"You think I would want to fool around with a wench like you?" said Vegeta with his voice filled with anger, and some arrogance. He'd never go for such a pathetic human; if Yamcha was enough for her, she had pretty low standards.

Bulma did not reply to him; she simply sent him a death glare as she went back to eating her pancakes. Bulma rolled her eyes as she could hear her mom giggle. "See, perfect!" she clapped her hands together, a huge smile on her face. Bulma simply sighed as Vegeta scoffed; her mother was truly clueless. Could she not see that they clearly couldn't stand each other? "I will leave you two lovebirds by yourself."

"Mom, I am dating -" She shook her head; what the hell was the point, she would just forget again. It was not that her mom wasn't fond of Yamcha; it was more that she thought Vegeta was perfect. Mrs. Briefs was always saying how if she were ten years younger she wouldn't waste anytime, and probably jump Vegeta. I wonder where the hell she got that from, thought Bulma. On top of that, it seemed Vegeta was putting in extra efforts to be mean to her mother, but all Bunny did, was smile.

"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch," said Vegeta, as he finished his pancakes plate, acting like he hadn't even insulted her.

Bulma bit her bottom lip; what now? She raised her head, and looked straight at Vegeta. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Maybe I would give you a try if you weren't such a fucking bitch."

Bulma was seeing red; oh, he would give her a chance if she weren't a bitch? Without even thinking, Bulma threw her plate still filled with food in his face. She could barely see Vegeta's face clearly because it was covered in pancakes and blueberries, but she could picture very well in her mind, how pissed off he looked. And at that moment, she seemed to realize that it might not have been the proper reaction, especially since he did not move; not a good sign.

"Fuck," was all Bulma could say as she realized how mad Vegeta would be.

The first thing that came to her mind, was to run, which she did right away. In the middle of her escape Bulma realized just how stupid she was; if Vegeta really wanted to catch her, he would do it in no time. She would never be fast enough to out run him; she would simply be a little toy he could catch whenever he wanted. Bulma still kept on running though; Vegeta still hadn't start running after her yet, which meant, maybe she would have the time to get somewhere, and maybe hide or something.

Bulma was out of breath, so she decided to rest, her back against her bedroom door. She tried to look if she could see Vegeta coming, but he was still not there. Maybe he decided I wasn't worth it, she thought, no, Vegeta doesn't forgive that easily. Bulma was surprised as she felt something pushing her so hard against the door that it broke, and she found herself on the floor of her room. She opened her cerulean eyes, and found Vegeta lying on top of her, a very angry look on his face. Oh shit.

Vegeta was about to hit Bulma, but as he lifted his fit, he stopped. He looked down at Bulma, and her eyes were closed, as she feared the hit. She was breathing heavily, and her chest was going up and down very fast. Every time it was going up, he could feel her breasts against his chest; Vegeta was getting this strange feeling. He shook his head; he was not feeling anything! He looked down at her again, and could see her cherry lips pinched together, and again he was getting that feeling in his gut. He bent down, almost ready to kiss her, but he stop when he was only centimeters away from her mouth.

What the fuck was he doing; it was that damn woman! He got up immediately, and left her on the floor. Bulma was shock when she opened her eyes and saw he was standing in front of her. Why had he stopped? Vegeta would never back away; something was definitively off.

"I didn't mean to," she said, her voice shaking a little as she got up of the floor. She thought it would be good for her to apologize now, especially since she had gotten out of it so, alive. "I'm sorry Vegeta," said Bulma, looking down at the floor.

Vegeta was slightly surprised that Bulma had actually apologized, but he didn't let her know. He wasn't about to show he could feel these types of emotions, especially after what had almost happened. "Whatever woman, just leave me alone."

Bulma softly nodded, before walking to her bed, sitting on the edge. She had felt this really weird feeling just about a moment ago; her body had suddenly gotten very hot, and Bulma had felt a warm touch close to her, yet she could not figure out why. Bulma looked at Vegeta, who was clearly avoiding making eye contact with her, and even though it was hard to see, Bulma could notice a slight, blush? There was no way in hell Vegeta could blush! Bulma decided to ignore it; she was probably turning crazy.

Vegeta glanced at Bulma one more time, especially her lips; what in the world was wrong with him? He shook his head slightly, and decided to walk away; he needed to get his mind focus on something else.

Vegeta was inside of the Gravity room training very intensively, trying to get Bulma out of his mind. Why in the world was he thinking about this human? He was a saiyan, a prince, and yet he almost kissed her. Her! Bulma! He shook his head; it was a good thing he came back to his sense right in time because this could have turn out really bad. Why would he be attracted to such a creature? Bulma had nothing really attractive about her, right? She was simply a stuck up bitch, wench, who liked to fight him with a burning passion. Actually, nobody really stood up to him the way she did, with such fierce and character. Maybe that was the reason; her character. She was almost like a saiyan female stuck in a human body.

Wait what?, he thought, Did I just compare her to a saiyan? He sighed; he really had to get forget about this woman, she was seriously interfering with his training. Vegeta raised his head, a twinkle of genius in his eyes; why hadn't he thought about this before! He had to go away, leave this mudball for a while. The woman was distracting his training with all her whining and annoyance, and other things. If he was to go away for a while, he would get more training done! Vegeta had to clear his mind from all distractions. He could take one of the Corporation Corp. ship and leave for a couple of months, free his mind and finally train in peace. It was the perfect idea.
Of course, he could not ask Bulma to help him out with this; she would go all crazy and probably yell at him again. He had noticed that every since his little accident, she had been over protective over him; he had seen her watch him at night, making sure nothing happen. Did she really think he had not sensed her? Could she be foolish enough to forget he could sense ki? And also, what a silly woman; of course nothing would happen to him! He was the Prince of all Saiyans! Vegeta would have to ask that old man, the woman's father. He would make him fix the ship, and put some reserves of food, some capsules, and Vegeta could be in his way for a couple of months.

Nothing fancy.

He had seen the man work before; this could be done under a week. That meant, he had to stay away from that harpy from a week, which from past experience had proven to be quite hard. Every time he tried not to be around her, she would come out of nowhere just to piss him the fuck out of. She couldn't even detect ki, yet it seemed like she always knew where he was. Vegeta had tried to not be in her presence after he told her what happened to his mother. After all, he had said a little more than he wanted, but it was only to shut her up.

But, it wasn't like he told her anything big, or anything he cared about; it was old news after all. Vegeta was the only one that knew what really happened to his mother; his father never told the people, he simply said it was a tragic accident. It was complete bullshit. Back, when he was a kid, Vegeta had been pretty upset to lose his mother. The Queen had been surprisingly a caring person and it was why King Vegeta had killed her; he didn't want her weakness to influence Vegeta in any way. Well, the plan had worked.

Vegeta stopped his training. He was going to go see the old man; he needed him to start working on the ship now. Vegeta wanted to leave as soon as possible.

-L-

"What are you doing dad?"

Did her father think he could work on something without her noticing it? They shared a house for Kami's sake, and it was hard not to hear all the noise he was making! She always knew when her father was trying to hide one of his projects; he wouldn't ask her for her help in that case. But then came another question; why would her father work on a secret project without her? Bulma couldn't remember the last time he had done that. Something wasn't right.

The old man was taken by surprise as he turned his head and saw his daughter Bulma standing in front of the door. "Nothing," he said, trying to stay as honest as possible.

Vegeta had made it very clear that he did not want Bulma to know what was going on. The man had been quite surprise because Vegeta never really cared what the hell anybody could think, but since he made such nice threats he was just going to go with it. He wasn't about to lose his life because some alien was in a bad mood! It was enough that he had to live with him because Bulma had invited him. "Just fixing some projects."

Bulma glanced at her father; he had always been a very bad liar. She could see right through him, and he knew it. "The truth dad." He was working on something for a ship, and she knew it; the plans were all over the place. Why would he work on a ship for? Nobody was planning to leave. At least, nobody she knew of.

Mr. Briefs knew he had to come up with something, and quick. Bulma would want an explanation and a good one, but unfortunately for him, he could rarely come up with something good when he was lying, and when he was under stress. "I am doing a better version of the gravity ship for Vegeta."

Bulma was really suspicious. That lie didn't make any sense at all! "Why? I built him a Gravity Room, why would he need another gravity ship?" Vegeta had bothered the crap out of her so she would finish the damn thing, and now he didn't want it anymore? What the hell was wrong with this guy! Surely her dad as to be lying; nothing could be better than what she had built for that asshole. She had put all her energy and effort into it! It had taken her weeks.

Mr. Briefs sighed heavily; he knew from he start he wouldn't be able to lie to his daughter. Heck, he couldn't lie to save his own life. He would have to tell Bulma the truth no matter how mad her and Vegeta would be. Why was he always stuck in the middle? "Vegeta wants a ship."

The blue haired woman stood in front of her father, her face very serious, waiting for an explanation. A ship? Why the fuck did he need a stupid ship? When her father didn't explain, she tapped her foot, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, letting him know she was getting angrier by the minute. A fucking ship! "Why?"

"He wants to go train somewhere else in space," said Mr. Briefs, making sure he avoided looking at Bulma; it would only caused her rage to grow.

"Why didn't he ask me?" inquired Bulma, trying to hide in her voice how offended she was; Bulma had done so much for Vegeta, yet he couldn't even ask her for a ship? He jumped on the first occasion he had to ask her father?

Mr. Briefs threw the tool he was holding on the table behind him; how the hell did he manage to get stuck in between those two again? He knew he shouldn't have gotten involved. "He thought you would refuse, or get mad," he said in a calm tone.

Bulma looked very surprise; since when did Vegeta cared about the way she felt? That was pretty out of character for him. "He should have asked me! After all I did for him, and even endure his jackass attitude! I would be so happy to see him leave!" In anger, Bulma turned around, and decided to see Vegeta, and confront him about it.

"Why didn't he ask me?" she asked again, to nobody in particular, almost yelling. Why am I angry about this, thought Bulma, why do I feel hurt? She shook her head; she wouldn't have accepted anyway if he had asked her. But still, he should have demand it from her.

Sure, she wouldn't be happy to see him leave, but could she admit it to herself? Bulma sighed heavily; Vegeta truly owed her an explanation, and a good one! She was going to go talk to him right now.

"VEGETA!"
Vegeta closed his eyes in anger, and he knew right away what she wanted. The damn old man had blabbered everything to the wretched woman! Now he was going to have to deal with her and her psychotic's reactions! He decided that the best thing to do was to not respond to her, and keep on training. Although, he doubted that would cause her to leave.

"Why didn't you ask me?" asked Bulma as she blast the door of the Gravity Room open. She had never been so angry of her whole life. Why in the world did he want to leave? He had everything he wanted here! Every single one of his demands were satisfied!

Vegeta did not even look at her, and kept doing sit-ups. "I don't own you anything. You're nothing to me." Vegeta could not see her face, but he could imagine the look on it, and that made him smirk.

"I would have make it for you, you know! I WOULD BE HAPPY TO GET RID OF YOU!" Bulma did not understand why she was yelling like that, or even why she was letting it get to her; it was only Vegeta, why would she give a damn about what he wanted and what he did!

He finally got up, stopping his exercises, to face the very angry woman. "Look woman, would you just shut up, I can't stand listening to your whiny voice anymore." He sighed; she had somehow triggered his decision to leave, so why did she have to come around, and reinforce it? "I don't get what's the big deal, I can't stand you, and you can't stand me. Why does it bother you what I do with my life?"

"It doesn't." Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest, almost pouting like she was 2 years old. "How long are you leaving?" Not that she really wanted to know, but she was curious. She simply wanted to know how long she would be able to relax, and how long until she would have until she had to deal with him again.

"About 4 months."

Bulma felt a strange pain squeezing her heart. 4 months. That was a long time; she thought he would be gone for maximum a month. "That's good. I'll finally get a break from you." To both Bulma and Vegeta, that sounded very fake, but neither of them said anything. Bulma was surprised Vegeta kept his mouth shut. "When are you leaving?"

"I want to leave in a couple of days." Vegeta was very confused; that was not the Bulma he knew, she had seem lost the anger, the fighting in her voice. That was unlike her; she almost looked sad.

"I'll help my dad finish all your equipment, it will be faster."

And just like that, without a fight, Bulma left the room, her arms still crossed in front of her chest, her head looking at the floor. She had not even tried to fight him.

Vegeta felt a weird emotion he could not describe in the pit of stomach, as he watched the blue haired woman walk away from him, looking so sad. To Vegeta, something felt very wrong about the scene that had just occurred. It hadn't been her he had faced, it had been a woman he didn't know.

-L-

Bulma had spent all of her nights working on the ship for Vegeta, and all of her days hanging out with Yamcha. She could not stand being around Vegeta or think about him so she was doing anything she could to distract her mind from him. She had not seen him at all in the past three days and every time she would start thinking about how he was doing, Bulma would focus on something else. She needed to get Vegeta out of her head, and now. This time away from him had been exactly what she needed.

Her and Yamcha had gotten pretty close in those past three days; they had pretty intense make out session, and Yamcha was really into them. That was a good thing, because if he had been paying any attention to her at all, he would have notice that her mind was not there, and the heart was just not into it. Bulma did it anyway, because Yamcha was her boyfriend, and he deserved her attention, especially with the way things had been the past couple of weeks. She had somehow put Vegeta on top of him and that had been very wrong.

She was now standing in front of the new ship of Capsule Corp. and yet she felt no pride or happiness the way she always do when she is done building something new. Usually, she would fee satisfaction, and perhaps even brag about her genius, but not this time. Bulma had charged her father to go get Vegeta, and tell him he could finally leave and be free of all this misery he was always complaining about. She would be gone by the time Vegeta got there, and it would be perfect that way.

"You surprise me sometimes, Woman."

Bulma turned around and saw Vegeta standing beside her in the yard. He was wearing a pair of black spandex short and white shirt that was hugging his huge arms' muscles so perfectly. She was not supposed to see him; she did not want to be there when he was going to leave. How come he was already there? "Why is it that?" she asked, turning her head to look at the ship again. She couldn't bare to look at him.

"You're not as stupid and slow as you look." Vegeta started to walk toward the ship; she had done a great job, but he was not going to tell her that. Today was the day; he was going to leave Earth for 4 months. No damn Kakarot, No damn ditsy Mother, and no Bulma. He sighed, knowing this was supposed to be the best part about leaving. She was a wench, and he could not stand her! "I can finally leave."

Bulma scoffed. "Well, I guess you hate this place, so what are you waiting for. Your Saiyans uniforms, your training equipment and your food is in there. What are you waiting for? Leave." Bulma closed her eyes tightly shut.

It was hard not to notice the anger and the pain in her voice. Well, Vegeta only heard the anger; he was not familiar with the pain, so it went unnoticed by him. Why in the world was she so angry for anyway? She said it herself that she couldn't stand him. Sometimes she could be strange, it was as if she never knew what she wanted. One day she acted sad, and did not fight him, acting as if it mattered, and the next she was yelling at him to leave.

"Calm down woman. I am as happy as you that I'm leaving you and this house for a while."

It was the "you" that hit her harder than the rest. Bulma almost had tears rolling down her cheeks; but she repress them, fighting not to cry. "You are such an ASS," she yelled at him before storming inside of the house, leaving him outside by himself.

Vegeta shook his head before opening the door of the ship. He glanced at the house one more time, and then look at Bulma's window. Well, maybe if she wasn't so angry all the time, she would not get so offended he thought, although he knew he was pretty mean to her constantly. But, if she was as tough as she claimed to be, she should be able to handle a few insults. After all, it brought no physical pain. Perhaps she wasn't as strong as she let on.

Bulma was looking through her window when the door of the ship closed. He's leaving, she thought, and he won't be back for another 4 months. That would at least give her the time to forget about him, and concentrate on someone who cared about her, who loved her, Yamcha. Enough time had been wasted on a jerk like him, and she would not make the mistake of caring for him again. It was obvious the only person he liked was himself, it was worthless.

She sat down on the edge of her window; maybe this was a good thing after all. He would not get on her nerves, and she could spend time with good old sweet Yamcha. Bulma sighed; Yamcha was not the person he used to be. She would still remembered when he was this somewhat dangerous bandit of the desert, making her heart beat like crazy; now he was simply sweet Yamcha. Perhaps someone sweet was good for people like Chichi, but she needed a thrill. Bulma always had a thing for bad boys, and she knew it. Maybe that's why she felt confused about Vegeta, it's not that she felt anything for him; it was his badass attitude. She shrugged her shoulders; no reason to make a big fit about it. She walked towards her radio, and turned it on before lying down on her bed, trying to relax.

You have a way of coming easily to meAnd when you take, you take the very best of meSo I start a fight cause I need to feel somethingAnd you do what you want cause I'm not what you wanted

Oh that's just great, thought Bulma. Why does everything reminds me of this asshole? He is gone, and that's perfect I do not need him around me! Yamcha is more than man enough for me. He loves me, and he knows how to treat me, why should I give this up for...nothing, she thought. There was no reason to make such a useless sacrifice, when she would be all alone in the end. On top of that, Vegeta would never be able to feel, or at least know what it was to feel.

It's not like Vegeta could love anyone, it was just that he had no notion of that word. The only words he knew are fight, pain, and probably blood. He could never understand what it is like to care about someone, to be ready to give your life up for them if it could save them. All he had ever been about was himself. Every single of his actions was for the purpose of either saving himself, or becoming more powerful so he could control others.

She had tried once to understand why he was the way he is, but after slightly opening up to her, he backed away. He would take one step forward and a zillion steps back every time. "ARGH!" She hit her own head as she tried to stop thinking about that horrible man.

The day had gone very smoothly; she had not seen him, and she had spent her time doing what she loves; creating and inventing. Of course, to enjoy her day, she had to put away the fact that she was doing this for Vegeta, which was hard, because every time she looked at the ship, it only reminded her that he was leaving. Of course, he had to ruin everything by showing up, and reminding her that with one word, he could crush her whole world.
She was going to use this time away from him to completely forget that he even exists; then he would come back and things would be much more easier. She would keep him around only because the Earth needed him to fight the androids, but no more talking, or contact. It should be pretty easy. Vegeta wouldn't be looking to have any encounters with her, and she wouldn't try to have any with him.

He obviously did not cared about leaving. He did not cared that she would not be around; why should it matter. He was a very cold-heart man, and would never change. Bulma sighed and picked up her phone, she was going to call Yamcha. She was pretty surprised when the tone of the phone signaled that the line was busy. She did not mean that Yamcha didn't have any friends or anything, but unless he was trying to call her at the same moment she was, it was very unusual from him.

She shrugged her shoulders; he was probably talking to Krillin or something like that. Bulma put her head back on her pillow and decided to take a little nap; that would probably calm her down a little.

"I would love to go." Yamcha was sitting on chair, in the middle of his apartment. He was very busy talking on his cell phone, not paying attention to what was happening around him. "I know I'm sorry it took me so long to call you back, I just wasn't sure."

He paused from a moment, and a very loud voice could be heard coming from the phone. "Yes she had kept me busy lately." Bulma, he thought. She had been so nice to him lately, even letting him touch her; it almost felt like something was wrong. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it of course, but it had felt fake, if not even forced. He had tried to talk about it, but every time, she had ignored the subject, smiled at him, and convinced him to resume their activities.

"I am glad I ran into you too. I know things didn't end that great between us last time we saw each other, but I am glad we can give this a shot." Yamcha started to smile, and seemed very happy; he could not believe what was happening. This was sudden, and brought a rush of emotions through his body.

"I'll call you tomorrow." With that he hung up the phone. He looked down at his phone and saw that he had a missed call from Bulma. She probably called while I was on the phone, he thought.

He was about to call her back, but he changed his mind; now that Bulma seemed to be all over him again, he didn't need to be so careful about not upsetting her, as she would not get as mad at him. Maybe he would finally be able to get closer to Bulma. That was if he didn't screw it up first.

-L-

Vegeta closed his eyes, as he was slowing getting further and further from Earth. Unfortunately for him, the only thought in his mind was Bulma. In anger, he hit the control board; this woman was really starting to bother him. She was not even there, yet she could still get him in such an angry mood, and ruin his training. Stupid woman.

Vegeta sat down in the main chair, staring at the tiny ball that had now become earth. Where Bulma was. She will probably be all over that weakling, he thought.

Not that he cared though; he had better things to focus on.
I'm glad to be gone from Earth, and her, he thought, before drifting away in space.

-L-