Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Morning After ( Chapter 15 )

As Bulma opened her eyes, she felt extremely sore. She felt like the spot between her legs was on fire, as she tried to move around. Then she realized that perhaps moving around was not a good idea. Vegeta sure worn her out. When she finally completely opened her eyes, she noticed she was in her room. In her bed. Bulma looked around, as the event of the previous night came back to her, and she looked for Vegeta; it was more than obvious that he was gone. He had probably dropped her into her room, and left to go do his regular training.

Vegeta had taken the time to bring her to her room, just to make sure she wouldn't be in his when she would awake?

Bulma didn't know why, but at the thought of that, her whole heart felt like it was being crushed. She knew that Vegeta had warned her, and that this didn't mean anything, yet she had felt so close to him during the act. She felt like this was where she was supposed to be. Bulma had known inside her that she needed Vegeta. Yet, now he was gone. As Bulma felt a tear run down her cheek, she knew it wouldn't be as easy for her to convince herself it was nothing as it had been for Vegeta. She always involved herself emotionally in everything she did. It was a bad idea.

Bulma sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling sore, as she thought about Vegeta. Where was he now? Would she run into him? But if she did run into him, Bulma didn't know what to say, or do. Heck! She wasn't even sure how she was supposed to act with him. According to him, this didn't change anything, which meant, they should go back to how they were right? Bulma wasn't sure she could do this. After all, no matter what she said, it did mean something. Something did happen, she could not forget it.

How much would she have given up to just wake up in his arms instead of alone in her cold bed. Bulma wiped a tear away; she was such an idiot sometimes, she should have known better. How could she even begin to fall for someone like Vegeta? He couldn't love. She knew from the start she would end up with a broken heart. Yet, she had still invested herself. Bulma knew she wouldn't be able to pretend, and she didn't know how Vegeta would take that. But, maybe last night, thing changed. Maybe it actually meant something to him right?

Bulma shook her head; she was giving herself false hope. Vegeta meant every word he said After all, if he hadn't, then he wouldn't have dropped her off in another room. For him, it had been purely physical and nothing else. He wasn't looking for a relationship, so she had to try and stop cheering herself up. She was only trying to make herself feel better. Bulma walked over to her mirror, and looked at herself; she looked like crap. At least, if she was going to leave the room, she might as well look good. Especially if she had to face him.

Bulma took a towel, and went into the shower. She would wash away any signs of what happened last night; it was probably what Vegeta would want. She had to erase any sign that they were ever together, that they ever shared a moment. She hated herself for feeling so weak; she was Bulma Briefs for crying out loud! It had been clear from the beginning that this would lead nowhere! She knew it! She was prepared for it! Yet, she still did it. Every time she got sucked in like a foolish idiot. When would she ever learn her lesson?

Love was painful. She couldn't exactly blame Vegeta for not wanting to get involve in that.

She let the hot water run over her skin, making her sore parts feel better, and she let the water wash away her sorrow. She still had a hard time believing that she was this sore. It was as if she had been a virgin all over again. Perhaps Veegat had really broken in everything, unlike Yamcha. Not that it made her feel any better of course. Bulma decided that she would let herself sulk until she came out of the room. Once she stepped one foot out, she needed to get over it, and be the damn strong woman she was. She was strong, which was why she could do this, but she would still allow herself sometimes to heal. Bulma sighed; a two hours shower sounded just about right.

Although, she knew she would probably need a lot more time than that.

-L-

Vegeta had not slept at all after their little interaction. Soon after Bulma fell asleep, he put a pair of short on, put Bulma in her own bed, and he left for training. He trained the whole night, and the whole morning, not being able to stop himself from pushing his limit. He was just now taking his first break, hoping to get some food; he was starving. He had never trained so hard in his life before, and his stomach was completely empty from the effort. Vegeta knew he would probably run into Bulma, and he didn't know how that would go. He knew for a fact he would act like usually, but he wasn't sure Bulma would.

Somehow, he knew the woman would just do something, which would screw up everything.

He had made it pretty clear to her this was nothing. He was never going to be with her, and be whatever Yamcha was to her. He let her know how things would be, and she agreed, the rest wasn't his problem. If Bulma couldn't deal with it, then she shouldn't have accepted. It wasn't as if she hadn't been given the chance to change her mind, to turn around. She had decided to stay, so she had to deal with it. He wasn't saying he hated her; in fact he had enjoyed last night, and he had felt extremely good after finally getting rid of this frustration. Which was why he had trained so much right?
He had never felt better in his whole life.

The only problem now was, would it happen again? Vegeta sighed heavily; he wasn't, attached to Bulma, he didn't want to be with her. Well, he didn't mind the physical part that much, but he knew how humans were. They always involved their feelings in everything, especially Bulma. She would always get so upset, because she could never leave her feelings out of anything. He knew that if this happened again, then, she might think more is happening, and Vegeta didn't want to deal with it. It was what he said it was;
Nothing.

If he let this continue, than it would become to difficult to deal with her. He knew her, and she wasn't the type of woman who would let someone use her constantly for sex. She had been in a relationship with the weakling, and had not done it with him. Heck, he even wondered what pushed her to do with him, not that he was complaining. It was simply felt somewhat out of character from what he had noticed from her since he had been living at Capsule Corp. Which also led him to believe she would want more.

As Vegeta entered the kitchen, he could footsteps coming from the hall.
Since Bulma's parents were gone, it was more than obvious who it was, but he wasn't going to leave just because she was coming his way. It was better to deal with it now, than push the confrontation to later. Although, there was no reason why things between them should change. Vegeta kept walking in direction of the counter, and grabbed the chocolate cake Mrs. Briefs had made before leaving. That would do a decent breakfast. Vegeta walked over to the table, and started to eat, waiting for Bulma to come in.

Before Bulma even entered the kitchen, she knew Vegeta was there; she could hear the noise. She took a deep breath before opening the door, and entering the kitchen. Before though, she had given herself a little speech, trying to give herslef some self confidence. She was wearing a red skirt, which stop mid-thigh, and a white t-shirt that had BULMA written in pink on it. Her hair was slightly wavy since she hadn't dried it after her shower. She didn't put make up on either; she didn't want to look like she was trying hard to look like everything was okay. She only wanted to look decent.

Bulma noticed that Vegeta didn't say anything to her, so she remained silent too. If he wasn't going to talk first, then neither would she. She took two strawberries pop tart, and put them in the toaster. Her back was facing Vegeta as she was waiting for her breakfast to be ready. Bulma almost jumped in surprised when she felt someone behind her. She turned her head slightly and she saw Vegeta putting the cake plate in the sink. He had moved so fast, and it had been unexpected, that she felt her breath caught in her throat. She didn't know why, but once she looked at him, she simply couldn't look away.

Vegeta knew she was staring, so he turned his head, and looked at her. "What?" he asked with his usual tone.

Bulma seemed surprised that she was caught staring. "Nothing," she said with a small voice. Bulma turned her head, and looked away, feeling somewhat pathetic that she couldn't even face him.

She had now more than ever the confirmation that Vegeta didn't give a damn. It was obvious that he meant what he said last night, and he wasn't about to change his mind. Why had she? Why was she feeling so much? Bulma could feel tears coming again, and she closed her eyes. No, she couldn't do this; she promised herself she would be the strong woman she always was. Plus, she could not bear to cry in front of him, she didn't want to show weakness because he would use it against her. She wasn't strong enough for that right now.

Vegeta had not missed the smell the salty scent of her tears, even though she tried to hold the tears back, she had been given away. She was about to cry, and he didn't want that. So he had been right all along; she had feelings, and more than she should. He sighed heavily; they could not do this again, that was a fact. He would not deal with her being emotional, and saying what they do mean something. It meant nothing. It was nothing. It was sex. Obviously, she thought it was more, and he would not let that mistake repeat itself.

"You better get a hold of yourself, woman," said Vegeta in a somewhat angry tone before leaving her alone.

He should have known this was a horrible idea. He shouldn't have given in to his desires.

Bulma turned her head, and watched him leave the room. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have developped feelings for someone who obviously would never return them? Bulma felt like her whole heart was crushed to pieces. She had been such an idiot to open her heart like this, without even thinking. Especially after the whole Yamcha breakup; she had been a little vulnerable, and that's when she had gotten closer to Vegeta. Maybe she shouldn't have. Maybe she should have protected her heart instead of opening it up.

Her heart was always getting her in trouble.

-L-

Bulma was in the washroom, looking at herself, or actually observing every singly details about herself. She didn't look any different. Well, not that having sex with Vegeta was supposed to make you look different, but still. She simply felt a lot more lonely than she did after breaking up with Yamcha. As Bulma pushed her hair behind her shoulder, she noticed a little mark on her neck. She approached the mirror a little more to examine it. It was red, and it looked like the skin had been nibbled too much, or too hard leaving a small mark. It was bitten though. Bulma sighed heavily; great, now she had a little memory of what happened that night.

As if she needed another memory, another heartbreak to add to the list. The Kamis were against her, and they were making sure, she would not forget that mistake. Perhaps it was their way or telling her she shouldn't have gotten involved with him in the first place. Perhaps now she would listen, perhaps she would not make that mistake again. Not that Vegeta would ever allow it to happen again.

Then, Bulma heard Vegeta's voice. "WOMAN!" screamed Vegeta, as he started to look for her.

Bulma came out of the washroom, and ended up face to face with Vegeta, nearly colliding with him. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and he didn't look to happy. "Woman, your damn machine is broken, again."

Bulma felt the anger rise inside of her. He was here, talking to her like nothing happened! He didn't even care! Well, technically, that was what she should be doing too, but that didn't matter. He should have been a little considerate of her feelings. But then again, that was too much to ask from someone like Vegeta. He didn't care about others. "You're unbelievable!" said Bulma, her voice filled with anger as she walked pass him.

Vegeta rolled his eyes; great, now she was about to be crazier than usually. Vegeta kept walking, behind her, his arms still crossed. "What are you talking about woman?" He had a feeling this was not about the Gravity Room anymore, and his fury stirred up inside of him. Would she really bring this shit up every time?

Bulma stopped and turned around to look at him. She put her hands on her hips, and looked beyond pissed off. "You know what I'm talking about you just go around p-"

Vegeta stopped her. "And I do what?" he asked, almost challenging her.

Bulma knew she couldn't tell him he was pretending like it didn't matter, like nothing happened, but she couldn't say that. It didn't matter, at least to him. He made it perfectly clear to her before they did anything. What in the world could she say against him then? Because now, she looked like a compete fool. There had to be some sort of come back she could come up with. A way to shut him up, a way to prove she wasn't going to say what he thought she was going to say. Think, think, think.

"You marked me," she stated, blurting the first thing that came to her mind.

Immediately, the look on Vegeta's face changed and for the first time, emotions, other than anger, could be seen, and Bulma didn't know if she should be worried. He walked toward her, and immediately he looked at her neck, like if he knew that's where he nibbled her. Vegeta lifted her neck, and looked at it more carefully. Once he checked it, he seemed to breathe a little easier. His features returned to their original look, which meant he was frowning again, instead of looking worried.

"Woman, I didn't mark you," he said, his tone very serious.

Vegeta had been quite scared for a moment. When she had said marked, he thought he had mated her. He should have been more careful while they were having sex. Saiyans chose their mates by biting them during sex. Fortunately, he had only nibbled her, it wasn't anything serious. Well, technically, he was saying he wanted to court her, and this was their common agreement to this courting. But, it didn't matter because he didn't want her as his mate, and he didn't want to court her. Plus, Bulma didn't know what it meant. As long as he didn't make her his mate, it was fine.

But, he wouldn't need to control himself again, because such thing wouldn't happen again. Bulma and him, it couldn't happen, because she had to get her feelings involved, she couldn't detached like he was. Still, Vegeta couldn't help but wondered what would have happened if he didn't have any self control during sex. After all, he was barely thinking about that, and he had nibbled her. One more time like this, and things could be bad. He had been careless, it had been his first time. It wouldn't happen again; him being careless, and sex with Bulma. It was obvious she was on the verge of being a mess, and he would not pursue this any longer.

Too complicated. It was not worth it.

"It won't happen again, woman," said Vegeta before walking past her.
Bulma felt like there was something stuck in her throat, or like she was being chocked. Why was she getting this horrible feeling? Bulma sighed heavily before resting her back against the wall. That was it. No more her and Vegeta. Obviously, it had been a one time thing. She could compare it to a one night, except this was worse; she had to live with Vegeta and see him everyday. But it was okay, she was a strong woman, she would be able to get over this. But, first she needed to be able to breath properly, without holding in a sob.

One thing was for sure, she wasn't going to fix his damn machine. Well, maybe she should; if she didn't he would stick around all the time, and she wasn't sure she wanted that. The less they came in contact, the better right? It would be the only reason why she would fix his machine. Not because she wanted to do what he ordered. Just because she wanted to avoid encountering him as much as possible. As long as he was in that wretched machine, her heart would be protected from him, and his words.

Bulma sighed; they had made a big mess out of this. At least before they were fighting, now she had made herself so freaking vulnerable, and she was a walking mess, or at least that's what she felt like, and she hated it.

She would need to get better, and soon.

-L-

Night. Bulma really did not like this period of the day. It reminded her of what happened. She was on the couch, watching TV because she was scared to go in the hall, and walk in front of Vegeta's room. Maybe she was being a little stupid, but she simply couldn't help it. All this had made her feel so vulnerable, that she didn't know what to do. She felt like she had shared so much with Vegeta, yet it meant nothing. Bulma sighed heavily; she needed to get a hold of herself. But it wasn't her fault. Night held all of their memories.

All those nights she had spent in front of his door, too scared to go on. Their first time together. Their kisses. Heck, even all their late night conversations where they had shared. Everything about them had always occurred at night. Perhaps it was why she could never sleep. He had intruded himself into her nights, and without him there, she couldn't feel whole. So technically, Vegeta was to blame for her lack of sleep. Well, she couldn't let him do this anymore. She had to learn to let go, and grow up.

She closed the TV and proceeded to walk in direction of the hall. She passed the first couple of doors without any problems but when she came in front of his door she stopped. This was how it all started; by her staring at his door. She sighed heavily; she shouldn't have come in that night. Yet, that was a lie. Everything that occurred between them, had been completely fake. All these feelings she thought she had... they would never be real. Although, as much as she felt like crap now, she couldn't regret the night they had shared. It had felt amazing, and Bulma had never felt so close to anyone else in her whole life. She had felt complete, and happy. Her feeling of loneliness had left. As much as the morning after had sucked, the night had been great. She couldn't forget it, and she wouldn't do it any differently.

For the first time, she had experienced pure bliss, and it wasn't an experience she wanted to forget.

Bulma put her hand on the handle, and pushed the door opened, when she found courage. Vegeta was sitting on his bed, a towel around his waist, water dripping down his perfect muscular chest, but she decided to ignore that detail. It wasn't why she was here. Not anymore at least. He had just came back from training the whole day, and he had taken a shower. He hadn't expected Bulma to show up, especially after the conversation they had. He thought she had finally learned. He had sensed her behind his door, but he assumed she would walk away not come inside.

"Woman, I told you already," said Vegeta referring to his earlier words.

He wouldn't let this happen again. She already looked like she was about to cry. Bulma sighed heavily, but then, she pointed at his sheets. "You want new ones?" she asked, her voice not as loud as usually.

Vegeta looked at his sheets, and noticed there was a little bit of blood on them. Surprisingly, she had bled a little, although she had not been in pain, yet he hadn't even noticed, nor smell the blood. His mind must have been a lot more pre-occupied than he had realized. Bulma didn't know why, but this felt like an awkward moment. "Yeah," said Vegeta before grabbing the sheets, and throwing them at her.

Deep inside her, Bulma felt like she should burn the sheets. Maybe Vegeta would prefer it that way. No trace, no sign; it would be like it never happened. Even though it did happen, and it's not like they could take that night back. But knowing him, he was probably very good at forgetting event. He probably already stored that memory deep inside his brain, ready to pretend he didn't make that mistake. Mistake. Was she really his mistake? She wondered if he regretted it? Was that why he was so cold?

Bulma turned around, breaking away from her thoughts, and walked out of the room. She threw the dirty sheets on some of the cleaning robots before grabbing clean ones. She walked back inside the room, and threw the clean sheets on the bed. "Here," she said before turning around, ready to walk away.

She wanted to ask Vegeta so badly how it was for him. She wanted to hear him say if he wanted to erase that night of not, but she couldn't find the words. Although, the answer was pretty obvious, at least in her eyes. Obviously, he didn't mind going back to normal, and this experience hadn't brought new feelings for him, like it did for her, but he must have felt something. At least, was it good? She didn't even know what to ask, or how to ask it. She turned her head, and looked at Vegeta straight in the eyes.

Bulma hoped deep inside that Vegeta knew what she was dying to ask. Vegeta looked at her, without saying anything, but then he softly nodded. Bulma nodded back before leaving the room. Well, at least now she knew it at least had been good. Although did that really make a difference? Did it make her feel better in any way? Not really. But at least, it had been a good experience for the both of them, one nice memory with each other that they could hold on to. Perhaps that could be enough.

Vegeta watched her walked away; it became more than obvious that it would be a pain to stay around. Not really for him, but for her. It looked painful for her to even walk around, or talk to him. She couldn't even come up with comebacks. She looked depressed and sad, and it wasn't the woman he was used to. Maybe he should leave, and go somewhere else. Obviously, it couldn't be on Earth; where else could he live on this mudball? Maybe it was time he take another trip to space, and train over there.

It would surely do some good to Bulma, maybe she'd be a little more in control of herself when he would come back, and she wouldn't act like such a mess. Kami knew he didn't want to deal with her in that state.

-L-

As Bulma woke up the next morning, she noticed through her window, that there were boxes outside in the lawn, right beside a spaceship. Wait, a spaceship. Bulma couldn't believe this; Vegeta was going to leave? There was no other explanation! Her heart was beating like crazy inside of her chest, as she tried to process all the information. She kept telling herself it couldn't be, that it didn't make any sense, but truly, it did. She was still in her pajamas but she didn't care, she rushed outside, and ran all the way until she reached where Vegeta was.

He was currently packing food, and equipment into the ship, and even though he felt her coming, he decided to wait before acknowledging her presence. He already knew what her questions would be. Bulma stared at him in disbelief; he was leaving? Bulma felt the same pain in her heart she had felt the previous night. He had to get away from her that badly? Could he really not stand being around her? Was she really a horrible person, that he couldn't bare her presence? Bulma walked inside the ship, where Vegeta had disappeared to. Vegeta turned around as soon as he heard footsteps. He saw Bulma walking up to him; he had hoped to be gone before she woke up; he didn't want to deal with this.

Yet, every time, she showed up before things could go smoothly.

"What are you doing?" asked Bulma as she looked around. Even though it was more than obvious what he was doing, Bulma still had to ask. She wanted to hear the words from his mouth, or she would not believe it.

Vegeta scoffed. "Are you stupid?" he asked before gesturing around her. "I'm leaving," he said in a very casual tone.

Bulma nodded; she was right, he was leaving, and apparently, he didn't give a damn. Although, she already knew that she didn't mean anything to him, so honestly, why was she so surprised by his lack of concern and care? "Where are you going? Why are you leaving?"

Vegeta closed his eyes; this was exactly the kind of stuff he was trying to avoid. This was exactly why he should have left earlier. He didn't have the patience to deal with her. Plus, why should he explain himself to her? She wasn't anything to him, "Damn it woman. I'm leaving because I need to train harder. I need to become a supersaiyan, nothing else matter. Nothing," said Vegeta, hoping that he had made his point clear.

He needed her to know that nothing would come before his goal. He had worked his whole life towards achieving them, and he wouldn't let anyone, including her get in his way. Plus, he needed to be strong if he wanted to survive the androids. What good would he be if he was dead? He had to survive, he had to prove he as stronger. His whole life, he had struggled, and fought for his right to live. He wasn't about to let all of his efforts go to waste. He would not die at the hands of these machines, even if he had to sacrifice everything.

Bulma sighed heavily, crushed by his words. "I know that," she said, obviously having a second meaning to her words.

Vegeta decided to ignore her little comment. "Now get out, I have to leave," he said as he installed himself into one of the chair. Hopefully, she would get the message that he wanted her out. Bulma nodded, although he couldn't see her.

Bulma left the ship, but remained outside. As she walked the doors of the ship close, she sat on the ground, determine to watch him leave. She would never get better if she didn't get over him. Watching him leave would help her get over it right? Bulma sighed; hopefully.

Without any second thoughts, Vegeta started the ship, and left Earth, and Bulma behind. Hopefully things would be better when he came back. He couldn't deal with Bulma being all emotional. She was definitely not what you want to be around.

Bulma kept herself from crying as she watched the ship leave. This was for the best right? It would help her get over him faster, since he would be gone. He couldn't have done anything smarter! She was trying so hard to convince herself, yet she knew she was failing. But, one thing Bulma did know, was that she was strong. It was hard now, because she had made herself very vulnerable, but Vegeta would be gone for a couple of months now, and she would get over him.

One positive thing was there would be absolutely nothing around her to remind her of Vegeta or what happened between them. It had been one of the most amazing night of her life, but she could still forget that it happened, or that it was related to Vegeta. It wasn't like Vegeta would talk about it every again, and she wouldn't tell anybody about it. It's not like they were together, so who needed to know what happened between them? It would be easy to keep it a secret.

Plus, there would never be any proof that something happened between them.

-L-