Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Life Goes On ( Chapter 13 )

Bulma felt very far from the real world since she was in a deep slumber, far away in dreamland. The only problem was, something was threatening her sleep; what in the world was that annoying beeping? She was struggling very hard to remain asleep, yet this irritating noise was preventing her from going back to her deep sleep. She sighed heavily before opening her eyes with enormous difficulty, like her whole energy was drained. Bulma felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep at all, and it made her grumpy.

When her eyes were finally opened, Bulma found the source of all this noise; an alarm clock. As she looked at the time, it indicated 4:00AM. Why would her alarm clock ring so early in the morning? It took Bulma a few instant to remember that she wasn't in her own bedroom. A tiny panic overtook her, until she looked under her, and noticed Vegeta, who was still semi-asleep, and he did not look happy one bit. She on the other hand couldn't believe this; she had spent the whole night there? He didn't move her!

"Woman, would you shut down that thing already."

Yes, Vegeta was awake. Bulma extended her arm, and closed the alarm clock with one good smash.. So much for a good night of sleep, although she had indeed fallen asleep, even if it had been for only two short hours. It was also very obvious that Vegeta wasn't a morning person, but she had already assumed that. Before Bulma knew it, Vegeta put his arms around her waist, and moved her away from him. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his bare back facing her, as he woke himself up.

That damn woman. Vegeta was very angry since he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. Bulma had been a great distraction for him, yet he hadn't been able to remove her from himself. Of course, she didn't have any problems going to sleep since after a few minutes, she had been out cold. Having her body pressed against his like that hadn't exactly been his sleep remedy. Instead of helping him sleep, like it had done for her, it had kept him awake. She would pay for this, but for now, he had to go train.

Bulma had her head, and body turned so she was facing away from Vegeta. She knew he left the bed when she felt the bed moving, and return to a normal level. She almost wanted to giggle at the thought that she was in Vegeta's bed. It almost sounded ironic. Never would she have thought that such a thing was even possible. Although, Bulma was even more surprised by the fact that he had allowed her to spend the night in his bed. She wasn't going to complain though; she had a nice short night of sleep. Best she had in a while.

Of course, now that he was gone, she thought about leaving and going into her own bed, but she felt so exhausted that, she decided not to. After all, she had already spent most of the night in his bed hadn't she? What would a couple hours more really do? Plus it wasn't like Vegeta told her to leave. He had simply moved her away, and kept her on the bed. Bulma assumed he wouldn't mind; he would be gone anyway. Plus, perhaps at least remaining in his bed would remind her of him, and she could sleep.

Suddenly, Vegeta appeared in front of her, surprising the hell out of her. She couldn't see his full body, but she knew he was changed, and ready to go training. "You better be gone when I get back." his tone was filled with warning. He had already let her say longer than he should have. Surely, he would be back in about 10 hours, which meant she should be up by then, but he knew she could be quite lazy, which was why he warned her.

Bulma rolled her eyes; what did he think, that she would fall into a ten years slumber? "Whatever you say Vegeta," said Bulma, as she buried her face into her pillow.

She knew this would probably annoy him, yet she didn't mind. Now that he had let her sleep with him, she knew she could always use it as a comeback against him. She giggled, causing Vegeta to growl.

"Woman, I mean it."

Without saying anything else, Vegeta walked away from her; he had better things to do, then deal with her. Vegeta made sure that when he left, he slammed the door, causing Bulma to jump in surprise.

Asshole.

-L-

Vegeta was in the gravity room, his mind filled with Bulma once again. Why in the world had he kept her there? Lately Bulma had been getting the best of him, and it wasn't something he enjoyed. He knew one thing though; he had enjoyed their little session. He had felt a lot better, and less frustration after wards. Maybe she could be useful for something else than the Gravity Machine after all. Of course, that wasn't something he would tell her. He didn't need her to know he could tolerate her around.

It was quite strange that he was thinking about Bulma that way; he had never done so before. She was a human after all, and how many times had he complained they were weak? But then again, it wasn't like a saiyan female was going to come out of nowhere. He sighed heavily; what in the world was wrong with him? It wasn't like he was saying he would mate with Bulma. None of that was involve in this. She would be the last person he would spend his life with. After all, he wasn't looking to settle down.

It would merely be desire, maybe lust. It wasn't like he was about to have a life-time engagement with her or anything of the sort. Was this what was happening? Maybe it was the reason why she came to him the night before. Maybe Bulma thought they were actually going to be together, or something human silly like that. She had probably gotten the wrong idea about all of this. Did Bulma think he had feelings for her? Did she believe he felt for her like the stupid weakling did? Perhaps she had the wrong idea.

He sighed heavily; he knew all of this was going to be trouble. Vegeta had a feeling that kissing her, and allowing her to sleep with him only brought him more trouble than anything else. How could he have been such a fool? Obviously if he gave in into his body's need, it would only be complicated. Vegeta wasn't going to sweep her off her feet, or do that wedding ritual she always talked about with Yamcha. He was not that idiot, and he wouldn't waste his life on her. But at least, he was ready to admit it from the start.

If he had been anywhere else but around her, something like this wouldn't have happened. Damn, why didn't those androids get here faster? At least his mind could be focusing on kicking their asses, and not on some weak earth woman. He despised Bulma, yet he couldn't get her out of his head. She was barely wearing anything last night, no wonder he hadn't gotten any sleep at all. He had almost been able to feel every part of her skin, and during the whole time, it had been skin against skin.

Vegeta knew he would have to talk to Bulma before things even more complicated. He didn't have the time to deal with her bitching and complaining. She wouldn't sleep in his bed anymore, and there shouldn't be anymore contact.

-L-

Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table, while her mother was cooking her breakfast. She had been quite lazy this morning, but she couldn't help it; she hadn't sleep this good in weeks. Her body was extremely relaxed, and she didn't want to stress herself. It was quite strange though, that such a thing had happened in Vegeta's bed though. Why couldn't she get a good sleep in her own bed? It was silly to think that she could sleep better in the same bed than a mass murderer. The one person she should fear was Vegeta, yet she didn't.

But then again, she had always been the strange one. Also, she had always been attracted to the bad boys who didn't fit in.

Mrs. Briefs was staring at her daughter with a smile on her face, and a twinkle in her eyes. Her daughter looked so in love, something she hadn't seen in a while. Mrs. Briefs had a feeling she knew who her daughter had feelings more; it was more than obvious, even to her. After all, how could she not be attracted to such a handsome man? Bunny had known it was only a matter of time until her daughter and Vegeta got together. They were going to make a lovely couple! Oh, and the children they would have!

"Bulma, sweetie?" Bulma raised her head to pay attention to her mother. "Are you thinking about Vegeta?" asked Mrs. Briefs before putting a plate full of blueberries pancakes in front of her daughter.

She was quite taken by surprise by such a question. Why would she ask her that? Was it obvious on her face that she was thinking about him? Did her mother know something she didn't? "No. Why would I be?" asked Bulma trying to be as natural as possible. She knew she was being obvious, but her mother probably wouldn't notice. Although, she had noticed that she was thinking about Vegeta. Perhaps her mother could see more than she thought.

Mrs. Briefs giggled, before putting her hand in front of her mouth. "Don't be silly! I already know about you two!"

Did her mother saw them kiss? Impossible, she wasn't around! It was late, in her room, and on top of that, the door had been closed. Well, she figured it had been. What was her mother doing, spying around anyway? "Wh-What do you mean?"

Mrs. Briefs smiled brightly, and sat down beside Bulma. "I was looking for you last night, and you weren't in your room. I went to Vegeta's room to ask him where you were, and I found you both sleeping in his bed," said Mrs. Briefs, almost blushing. "You are adorable!"

Bulma felt like dying right there. She hadn't really meant for anybody to find them in such a situation. After all, it wasn't like Vegeta and her were together right? Nothing had been said, and nothing would be said. Vegeta had simply kissed her right? Alright, maybe a little more than that, but that was it. Plus, he wasn't one to be in a relationship, especially not with her. It was merely attraction right? Anyway, she didn't want to be with him either, right? Why would she want a relationship or even a husband like him?

"We're not together, mom," said Bulma with a more aggressive tone than she had thought. Her mother really needed to mind her own business. Bulma knew it wasn't really her fault, but she still felt somewhat angry. Are mother was always bragging about Vegeta, and how perfect he was. It was obvious that her mother needed a reality check, and soon. Vegeta perfect? Not even in dreamland.

Mrs. Briefs didn't seem affected by her tone, and didn't understand her daughter was somewhat angry. "Well, I still think you two are adorable. If I was your age, I'd be all over him," she said with a giggle, before leaving Bulma alone with her breakfast.

Bulma sighed heavily as she stared down at her plate. What in the world was she thinking? Trying to get with Vegeta? That honestly had to be the stupidest idea she ever had! This guy was a cold-heart jerk who only thought about himself and no one else. Bulma pushed her plate away; she wasn't hungry anymore. Vegeta was getting to her too much, and it was ruining her appetite. The worst thing was, he would always pretend like either nothing happened, or as if it wasn't a big deal. If he could be so detached about the whole thing, so could she.

Then, footsteps could be heard coming toward the kitchen, and Bulma turned her head in direction of the door. A few instants later, Vegeta came in, a little sweaty. Of course, like usually, he didn't have a shirt on, as if he wanted to show off on purpose. That or he was just rubbing his good shape in her face. Bulma turned her head away; why couldn't he learn to wear clothes, like everybody else? She sighed heavily; was she supposed to talk to him, and do like he always does, and pretended it's not big deal.

Well it wasn't a big deal right; they didn't do anything. They simply slept in the same bed, and it was no big deal. Friends did it all the time, and it was no problem. She heard Vegeta open the refrigerator, and she knew Vegeta was aware of her presence. That meant he was simply ignoring her; what else was new. Bulma took her plate, still filled with food, and walked in direction of the trash can, which was right beside Vegeta. In front of him, she threw out her perfectly good pancakes, which he probably would have devoured in two seconds.

Bulma walked towards the sink, and put her plate in it. She was about to walk away from the kitchen, when she felt Vegeta grab her wrist. He turned her around, but she still didn't look at his face. Why did she feel so angry? She shouldn't be; it was only Vegeta after all right? Yet, her heart was pounding in her chest, and echoing through her mind. Why did he make her so nervous for?

"You won't be sleeping in my bed tonight." Bulma remained silent. "I couldn't care less if you can't sleep." The truth was, when she could sleep, which was with him, he couldn't. He valued his sleep more than hers. Although, before she showed up, he still couldn't sleep. He hoped for her sake she hadn't ruin his chance of ever sleeping again. Damn it; he couldn't sleep with or without her. What was he suppose to do now?

"And I care because?" asked Bulma in a very harsh tone. Who the hell did he think he was? What a jerk. She didn't even want to sleep in the same room than him again; he was too arrogant and selfish. It didn't matter that he didn't want her around.

Vegeta smirked. "I'm glad we agree, woman." It had been a lot easier to do than he had expected; Vegeta thought she would have fought him, or argue over this like she always do. It was glad she decided to give it up so easily.
As soon as Vegeta let go of her wrist, Bulma walked away from him, just like she had planned to before he stopped her. She wasn't going to spend one more minute in the same room than him. Vegeta watched her walked away, in silence. Sometimes, she could be full of surprise, and yet it wasn't a bad thing.

Somehow.

-L-

Bulma was in her own bed, sitting down and hugging her pillow. Vegeta was a jerk. Why would she even let someone like him get to her? Bulma could feel the tears that were forming in her eyes, but she wasn't about to let herself cry over someone like him. She was strong, and she would held the tears back. Why did it bother her that Vegeta was somewhat rejecting her? It wasn't like she was expecting something out of this right? She knew how Vegeta was all along, and she knew something real with him was clearly impossible.

Yet, Bulma couldn't help but care. She had never felt rejected like this before. Great, now she truly was a loser; alone, and rejected. Bulma sighed heavily; she was a smart, beautiful woman, so why couldn't she get herself out of this little depressive situation? Maybe she should go out a little, or even better, help her dad at the actual company. Maybe it would make her feel better, and she would be out of the house. It would be the perfect situation, and on top of that she would meet new people which was something she desperately needed. Also, it would make her spend some time away from Vegeta, which was good.

Bulma got up from her bed, and threw her pillow on the ground. She wasn't going to feel sorry for herself anymore, and Vegeta could go screw himself for all she cared. Well, alright, she was still hurt, but still. She needed to be the usual Bulma she always was, and Vegeta wouldn't be the one to bring her down. It was decided; Bulma was done moping around, and for good this time. She had enough of letting all these men mess up with her life. If they didn't want her, well she didn't want them either.

Bulma walked out of her room, in direction of her father's laboratory. She knew for a fact he would be there. Filled with determination, Bulma opened the door of her father's laboratory, only to find him working on some new project of his. At least he knew how to keep himself busy.

He immediately smiled when he noticed his daughter coming his way. She hadn't been working on anything new for a while; maybe this was a good sign. "Hey honey, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice very cheerful.

Bulma smiled at her father's reaction. He seemed somewhat relieve to see that she was fine. "I wanted to ask you something, dad." She kept walking towards him, until she was face to face with him. "Do you need people working at the company's building?"

Mr. Briefs was a little surprised by the question. Bulma had always been interested in inventing, and creating new objects for the company, but she had never been interested by the business side of it. He always had been the one taking care of that. "Why do you ask?" Maybe she wasn't feeling that great after all.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders; time to come up with a lie. "Well, I thought it was time that I get fully involve with the whole business!" she said with a smile, hoping she convinced him.

Mr. Briefs wasn't sure she was telling the truth, but decided to let it slide. He knew better than provoke Bulma's anger unnecessarily. She could be quite scary when she was in a bad mood, and he didn't want to deal with that. If she didn't want to talk about it, he would have to respect her choice.

Although, he wished sometimes she could still be the same little girl that spoke her mind loud and clear. Before, she was never afraid to speak her mind, but lately, she looked a little sad, and it was affecting her spirits.

"I guess we could use your help," he said, somewhat unsure.

Bulma approached him, and pulled him into a hug. She loved her father; she knew that he didn't believe her, yet he didn't ask any questions, and she was grateful for that. "Thanks, Dad," she said before kissing his cheek.

Before her father could say anything, Bulma was walking out of the room, leaving him a little stunt. Bulma was happy that this issue was resolved. She was going to use her time more wisely, and she would be out of the house. That meant, she wouldn't run into Vegeta as much, and she could clear her mind. She had been silly enough to believe something could have happened between them. Cleaning nothing would happen. It was obvious that Vegeta didn't think the same way. Maybe he had simply a desire, but knowing Vegeta anything that meant feeling was forbidden. Maybe it was why he pushed her away like that.

Well, he wasn't her problem anymore. Or at least, she thought so.

Vegeta watched as Bulma left her father's laboratory. He had heard their whole conversation she had with the old man. Of course, he didn't mean to eavesdrop, it just sort of happened that he was walking by as they started talking. He couldn't care less what she was doing with her life right? Although, he was intrigued as why she wanted to work at the company. Well, not that much. Vegeta had a feeling it had something to do with him. From the look on her face when she came out, he had been right.

Well, what did she think, that he would be attached to her? It wasn't like him, and she was well aware of that. Bulma knew it when she kissed him, and when she let him touch her. She should have known it was only physical. From the start, she should have been smart enough to know better.

"You like her."

Vegeta was taken by surprise by Mrs. Briefs. He had failed to hear her come his way, since he was so absent minded. Heck, he hadn't even felt her ki. Still, how did she manage to sneak up on him? He turned around to look at the ditz blond woman standing behind him. "What do you want?" he asked in a very rude tone.


Mrs. Briefs didn't seem insulted by his rude tone at all, since she simply smiled more. Perhaps she couldn't understand when someone was being rude to her? "You like my daughter, don't you?"

Vegeta scoffed. Who did this woman think she was? He could blast her away if he wanted to. He didn't like anyone, and certainly wouldn't. Never. And especially not that woman, she was nerve aggravating. "You are crazy," he said, before turning away from her.

Mrs. Briefs simply giggled. "I saw you two sleeping together." How old did these kids think she was? She could recognize the love in their eyes! She had felt that way too before, and still did. And plus, she had seen all the signs, and they way they always look at each other.

Vegeta was more than shocked by what she said. She had seen him and Bulma in the same bed? Bulma on top of him? He turned around, a very scary look on his face. "Listen to me, you didn't see anything."

With that said, Vegeta walked away from her. He knew why there was a reason why he couldn't stand Bulma's mother. She was always in everybody's business, and didn't mind her own damn problems. Who said she could go in his room without knocking anyway? She was very rude to simply invite herself in like she had. If she hadn't been Bulma's mother, he would have blast her into another dimension for doing such a thing. Nobody could be impolite toward him like this. Vegeta scoffed one more time, before disappearing into the hall. At least he knew where the woman got her habit of barging into people's room without knocking. It was genetic.

Mrs. Briefs simply stood there, a huge smile on her face. Vegeta was so adorable! He was too shy to admit he liked Bulma; he looked like such a strong man, she would have never thought he would be embarrassed by something. It was more than obvious that he was trying to hide his feelings behind anger. Mrs. Briefs knew he wasn't really angry! Vegeta was such a kind man, and so sweet! All that anger was just his own way to deal with things. Just like Bulma who screamed when she was upset.

Her daughter would be more than lucky to marry such a man! He would take good care of her, she knew it. And he was very strong, meaning he could protect her, just like Goku. She was blushing simply at the idea of being embrace into Vegeta's arms; he was so strong. Yes indeed, her daughter was a lucky one. Such a handsome man! Not that her husband wasn't handsome! But he wasn't as young as he used to be. Well, she wasn't either, but she liked to dream. Who could blame her after all?

Mrs. Briefs sighed heavily before walking to her room.

Vegeta and Bulma were perfect for each other.

-L-

Yamcha was in his apartment, by himself, sitting on the couch. It was probably around 9:00pm, and he knew that usually, he would have been out, but not today. For some strange reason, he couldn't get Bulma out of his head. Also, he couldn't forget how he had found her with Vegeta. Bulma told him it wasn't what it looked like, yet Yamcha knew it was what it looked like. He always had a feeling something like this would happen. Every time he had left her house, he had a feeling that the next day he would have found them together in bed.

What was killing him was that he couldn't let something like this happen to Bulma. Yamcha cared for her deeply, and he didn't want her to end up being hurt by a jerk like Vegeta. That idiot wasn't going to give her what she wanted, or needed, and Yamcha was afraid that she was making a big mistake. Vegeta would probably fool her, and then Bulma would be hurt in the end. Yamcha wouldn't stand for this. Maybe they weren't together, but that didn't mean he wanted her to be hurt by someone like Vegeta.

They were supposed to at least be friends right? They were supposed to look out for each other. Maybe he could manage to take her away from him. Yamcha was pretty sure that Bulma wouldn't take him back, especially if she had her mind set on Vegeta, but maybe he could at least help her see who he was. Bulma was an amazing woman, and she deserved a lot better than Vegeta. Also, Yamcha couldn't stand the idea that Vegeta would have his woman. It wasn't fair, not after everything he had taken from him.

Bulma had been his first real love, and for her to fall in the hands of Vegeta was too much to take. He had once believed they would get married, and have children together. Heck, he didn't even get sex since they got back together, why should Vegeta get some? Yamcha sighed heavily; he hated himself for thinking that way. He knew he was better than this, but still. In his heart, Bulma was still his. How could he ever let go of her? She had completely changed his life, for the better of course.

Yamcha picked up the phone, ready to call Bulma. He could take her out of that house, and call her. Maybe he could do something with her, and at the same time, open her eyes about Vegeta. He was about to dial her number, when he stopped. This was no use. She probably wouldn't want to see him, especially after she came over, and she found him with someone else. She probably wasn't too happy. Even though, he was allowed to have other people. Nonetheless, Yamcha put the phone down, and ran his hand through his hair.

It hadn't work with that other woman; she wasn't Bulma. Heck, nobody was Bulma. Maybe one day, he would have a shoot; yes, maybe one day he would be able to get Bulma back. It would help if Vegeta messed up real bad, which Yamcha had a feeling he would. Maybe Bulma would be hurt, and she would realize it was wrong. Maybe she would see their old relationship was better. It shouldn't be too hard. It was more than a proven fact that Vegeta couldn't love anybody. Hopefully, Bulma would realize that before she got herself too deep in.

Yamcha sighed heavily; he truly hoped it wasn't too late. Bulma wouldn't listen to him. One day though, he would be by her side again. He didn't know yet what he would be for her, but he knew he would be by her side once more. He truly cared for her, and he would try to protect her.

-L-

Bulma was laying in her bed, completely awake. This was all Vegeta's fault. Maybe if he had been his usual asshole's person, then he would have refused her, and told her to go sleep in her own damn bed. If he had done that, she wouldn't have this damn problem right now. It felt so awkward to sleep by herself. It was ridiculous though; she had only sleep with Vegeta for one silly night. How could a couple of hours affect her whole sleep pattern like this? Well, alright she couldn't sleep the night before, but that was only because he had kissed her, and then pretended it didn't matter. He was a jerk after all.

Honestly, this guy was getting to her nerves way too much. She knew she could get angry quite easily, but still, this was beyond the usual. Vegeta shouldn't get on her last nerve like this, especially since she had expected that behavior from him. He had made it pretty clear that what happened wasn't anything big for him, and she should be relieved. Who would want to be stuck with someone like Vegeta for the rest of their lives? Certainly not her. Yes, this was a good thing. If things had kept going further, she might have been sucked in. She didn't need another bad relationship. This was better.

Oh, who was she kidding? She wished she could be in Vegeta's bed right now, so she could get a good night of sleep. Bulma sighed heavily before grabbing her pillow, and hugging it against her body again. Could she really show up to his room again? Bulma knew she was bold enough to do it, but still, she had a feeling it was not a good idea. He had made it clear that she wasn't going to sleep with him again. Yet, he had said a lot of things, and proved himself wrong when he had kissed her right? Maybe he was just putting on an act.

Bulma got up from her bed, her pillow tightly pressed against her chest. She could give it a try. The worst he would do, would be to tell her to fuck off, and leave his room. She could handle that couldn't she? After all, he had done it many time in the past.

Bulma opened the door of her room, and started to walk in direction of Vegeta's room, which wasn't very far from hers. She felt her heart beat increase with every footsteps she took. Once she got in front of his closed door, she stopped, and took a deep breath to calm herself. Bulma started to stare at the door in front of her. When she found herself in front of his room, she had lost all of her courage she previously had. She couldn't do this. If she had taken his previous rejection so badly, how could she take it again?

Bulma couldn't break down, or cry in front of him, because she would look like such a fool. Vegeta would probably laughed at her if she cried in front of him, and she wasn't about to give him that sort of pleasure. She needed to show him how strong she was. Still, Bulma raised her hand, almost ready to knock at the door, but then she stopped in the middle of her movement. If Vegeta was sleeping this time, wouldn't he be angry that she disturbed him? That surely wouldn't help her, would it?

She sighed heavily; this was no use. She couldn't do this. Bulma wouldn't be able to be rejected once again, and she knew it. For some reason, she felt quite vulnerable, and this wasn't something she would show Vegeta. Bulma put her hand down, and with one more look to the door, she left to go back to her own room. Perhaps all of this had been a bad idea. Why did she keep giving herself such idea? Vegeta and her was something that would never exist, and she needed to get over it.

Vegeta had sensed Bulma the second she had came out of her bedroom. Then, she had annoyed the crap out of him by standing right in front of his door for a few minutes. This action had annoyed him to no end. He knew she remembered what he told her, and he knew she came anyway. But it seemed, her courage had faded away when she found herself standing right there.
Vegeta sighed heavily when he felt that she was back into her own room. She should have knocked; actually, she should have simply came in. For some reason, Vegeta was pretty sure he would have let her in.

He couldn't sleep either.

-L-