Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Questions and answers. ( Chapter 8 )

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Show Him How

Chapter 8: Questions and answers.

Last Time: Bulma and Vegeta reach Capitol, to discover that the Graf has gone into contact with Toog and has become the Solta, and, therefore, cannot be disturbed. Veahla, the grandmother of Vegeta's former fiancee, Yelta, shows up with a child that Bulma thinks may be Vegeta's.

Bulma sat for a moment, contemplating this small bit of information, before stumbling upon a possibility that she did not want to think about. "Oh my Kami…" she whispered to herself, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. "Could Huyv be…could he be Vegeta's son?"

It was hard for Bulma to put on a smile until Yelta left, knowing that the man she had somehow fallen for could already have a son, and may still be in love with the mother. It felt almost as if her heart was breaking apart, but all the while she kept up a strong façade, and only after Yelta and Huyv left her alone with Bramph, did her resolve break.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Bulma?" The old Servant of Toog asked.

"I…" she stuttered back, "I have to go find Vegeta. I need to talk to him." She made a move to get up, but Bramph's hand was on her arm, stopping her.

"It would not be wise to go after him at this moment." He said, guiding her back to her chair. "Vegeta is distressed at this moment, and it would be best if maybe you would bring up this issue with him at a more…tactful time. Perhaps after dinner he will have calmed down enough to discuss this."

"But if I don't talk to him right away, he'll just bottle up these destructive emotions and I'll never get them out of him!" she cried back.

"Vegeta's emotions are destructive, child, and at the moment, he is probably focusing all of his energy into not destroying our homes and citizens." he sent Bulma a tolerant smile. "If you try to talk to him before he is ready, you will only be hurt."

"Vegeta has never hit me before, I don't see why he would now."

"But my child, who said I was talking about physical pain. While on this planet, out of respect for the Solta and Toog, Vegeta would not dare to give in to his violent nature. He will, more than likely, shut you out of his life for a while, and that would upset you, would it not?"

"I…I suppose you're right." Bulma sniffled back tears. "But what do I do till I can talk to him?"

"Come," Bramph smiled and extended his hand. "I will show you around some more."

The two spent the afternoon taking in all the sights of Capitol, Bramph explaining the significance of the way each house was built, each flowerbed was placed. It seemed that, to go with their particular religion, the Servants of Toog had a sort of Feng Shui. * They built and furnished their homes according to favorable directions and birth dates in order to enhance their experience with the god Toog. It wasn't quite the same as Chikyuu's Feng Shui, but it was fairly similar, and soon Bulma began to pick out Toog patterns and compare them to Chikyuu ones.

Even as she marveled at the similarities and differences between Toog society and her own, she could not help but to think of Vegeta, and the looming possibility that he could have a son and an unrequited love. The thought of Vegeta with another woman made her dizzy, and she nearly lost her lunch. Kami…why do I always pick the ones with other love interests?

An hour before dinner, Bramph and Bulma headed back to the center of Capitol so they could clean up and prepare for the evening meal. Because the Solta was still in contact, dinner was not a huge affair. It was just a simple meal, with light conversation, much, of which Bulma didn't take notice of, for she was too busy watching Vegeta, and trying to see if he was still upset.

"Do you expect Solta to come out of Contact any time soon?" Vegeta questioned, after he took a sip of the hot liquid drink served with dinner, called oola.

"I estimate a day or two more, at most." Bramph responded. "His meditation is not so deep as it has been, and I do not think there is much that Toog wishes to say." Vegeta nodded, his curiosity obviously sated, and helped himself to a third chunk of grilled meat from the large platter in the center of the table. It seemed the cook had prepared well for his Saiyan appetite.

Dinner went by rather quickly, without mention of any anything unpleasant, and Vegeta soon retired to his room. Bulma followed suit, but before going to her own chambers, she rapped quickly on Vegeta's door, pattering in quietly as he opened it to admit her.

Nervously, she sat on the bed and began to fiddle with her dress as Vegeta looked on, his patience failing quickly. "Vegeta…Are you okay?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" his gruff voice responded sharply.

"Well…after what happened today, with Veahla mentioning Yelta and…and the boy…" she trailed off, looking to the floor. "Do you want to talk about it at all?"

"No." Came the cold response.

"Can I at least ask you a question then?" Bulma pleaded.

"Ask away." Vegeta laughed coldly. "I just might not answer."

Bulma scowled and furrowed her eyebrows, in a Vegeta-like manner, ready to yell. Realizing though, that she was walking on thin ice with this subject, she calmed herself. "I want to know Vegeta, if Huyv is your son."

Vegeta seemed a bit taken aback by her bold inquisition, and he turned away, crossing his arms on his chest. Why? He wondered to himself. Why does she want to know? What does it matter to her if I have a son or not? She has already refused my mating offer…is it possible that she didn't understand? Perhaps she has finally decided to follow her instincts…but do I still want her? After the pain she caused me, shouldn't I be worried she'll do it again? Is it really safe to become attached to this woman? I was caught up in passion on Imtor…but if that is only it, then why do I feel so strange around this female?

Bulma watched quietly as Vegeta's mind warred with itself, obviously trying to decide what to tell her. Finally though, he turned and spoke, his voice cold and emotionless. "No woman, Huyv is no son of mine…and that is precisely the problem."

Welp, that's the end of this chapter! Sorry it's so short. Anyways, remember to review! The next chapter should be out sometime in the near future!

Next Time: Solta comes out of meditation, to become the Graf again, and there is a big party to celebrate. Hormones rage between Bulma and Vegeta, but will they finally get together? Tune in next time to find out!

* For those of you who don't know what it is, Feng Shui is the Chinese practice of positioning objects, especially graves, buildings, and furniture, based on a belief in patterns of yin and yang and the flow of chi that have positive and negative effects.