Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show me! ❯ Chapter 1 :Do you care? ( Chapter 1 )

A/N My first fanfic that is actually completed!! Sniff....finally...I DID IT!!!

Uhmmm...anyway...dbz is still not mine...wish it was...no...it actually is from my teddy Snuf. Really!! It's the truth. I know that everyone thinks that the man in Japan did it but it was my teddy I swear!! Only something like he can think off something like that!!Stupid people...bet you don't believe me...well Snuf and I know the truth don't we Snuf...yeah love you to hun...anyway...enjoy my fanfic. Don't be to harsh on me about it, it's my first completed one. It has lemon in chappie 3! So be warned :P

 

Lovies

 

Evil Vegeta

 

 

Chapther 1 : Do you care ?

 

I care about you...Goddammit! How dare she! How dare she....care for him? He didn't even rescue her and her brat when that android blew her airplane. She should have cursed him, hated him, attacked him for all he cared. But since when did people care about the one who would've let them to die! Since when did she!? Why couldn't she hate him!? Why ? Why did she had to...care for him? It didn't really matter that she did...it was more that she had said it. He hated it with a passion when she said it. It made him feel weak, vulnerable and above all...it made him feel soft. And in spite of his visable irritation at her words...she continued to say it. Why ? He didn't deserve her care. He had killed millions of people...without regret. He even enjoyed it! He was a cold blooded killer. He deserved to be feared and hated, to be everything he had been born for. To be a merciless prince of a powerfull and violent race! That he deserved! Not to be cared for...

 

“Vegeta!! Open the door!! Please!?” Bulma yelled from the otherside of the door. Vegeta sighed. What did she want now? Not that it really mattered. He was to destracted to train today, but still...

 

“VEGETA! OPEN THE GODDAMM DOOR ALREADY!” Vegeta growled and opened the door. He scowled down at the woman and walked back in. Clearly showing of his irritation at being disturbed.

 

Bulma just rolled her eyes and ignored his behaviour. “Vegeta? My parents are gone for the week and I really wish to go to a party that Yamcha is giving. Could you please watch Trunks for me? I'll be nice to you...please?” she asked hopefully.

 

“no”

 

“please Vegeta...just one day. I'll be back before midnight”

 

“Woman, no”

 

“pretty please??” she said trying her puppy dog-eyes look.

 

“Dammit woman! I said no! I need to train. The brat in none of my concern.”

 

“He's your son too Vegeta!! Don't you dare saying he's none of your concern!!”

 

Vegeta growled. “How much time to I need to tell you woman! He's NONE of my concern and I don't CARE he's my son!!”

 

Bulma glared at him. That he didn't care about her, well...she could live with that. But no way she was going to let him dismiss their son. Her, THEIR son will know that he's being cared for...by BOTH parents!

 

“You do” she said.

 

“What?...”

 

“You DO care”

 

“I do not!”

“you do”

 

“woman...”

 

“FUCK YOU VEGETA! I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME...BUT DON'T YOU DARE TO DISMISS YOUR SON!” Bulma screamed at him. That ungratefull, arogant monkey! How did he fucking dare!! She could feel her tears trying to break through but she swallowed them down. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

 

Vegeta just calmy stood there. Well..that's how he looked on the outside. Inside there was waving an incredible storm of rage and pride. That insolent bitch! Nobody told him who to care for!! How did she even think that she could demand something like that from him! He dismissed the thought that he actually did care inmediately. That didn't matter!! Nor would she know!! The fact that she was DEMANDING things was enough for him to not admit anything.

 

“Do you really, really think that you're in the position to demand ANYTHING from me!!? You stupid whore. You are even more stupid then I thought then. Now...get this through that think skull of yours. I don't care a fuck about your pathetic life. I don't...I would've let you die when your airplane exploded. I wouldn't have felt any regret. You keep thinking that just because I used you for a good fuck, you actually mean something to me. Well, woman...you are so wrong. And that brat...he's not worth of being called my son. Hell, he doesn't even look a little bit like a saiyan and he wails constantly. Get out of your daydream woman. I don't care.” Vegeta said icely calm, knowing that it will effect her more then him screaming at her. He knew he didn't mean a thing. Even in his rage he couldn't deny that he really did care. He also knew that she didn't deserve his harsh words. But she came demanding those things on a wrong time. He had been, or rather was, in a fucking bad mood. And then she!! He already did have problems with those stupid emotions...and then she wants him to do...arghhh this!! He was just so fucking angry!! He wanted to blast something, hurt something. And since he couldn't hurt her physically...for some reason he really couldn't...he hurted her somewhere else. And he could see his words hit home. Hard.

 

Had she been wrong?? Hadn't he cared?? She had assumed that it had been his pride that had held him back. Had she really been...stupid?? The tears that already had tried to break through, finally found their way down her cheek. She did a few steps towards Vegeta. She gently touched his cheek, shocking him with her caress. She couldn't believe him. She loved him. She loved him with every vibe of her body and even though she knew that he didn't love her...she had always thought that he cared.

Had she really been wrong?? Had he really used her?? And Trunks...Didn't Vegeta care about him?? Slowly everything came down to her and her pain grew to rage. She screamed and trew herself at him. Throwing punches at him, kicking him, biting him, scratching him. But he just stood there. Unmoving, uncaring. Like a statue made of the coldest stone, his eyes just as hard. Her rage changed into a giant wave of pain and frustration. She stopped and collapsed on the ground. She trew her arms around her knees and buried her head between her arms. Crying her heart out.

 

Vegeta knew how to handle her attack. She had attacked him so many times. He was getting used to it. But Vegeta didn't knew how to handle her when she stopped attacking him and collasped. In all the time that he had lived with her, he had seen her cry only three or four times. And never, ever like this. These were uncontrolled, heartbroken snobs. Like somebody had stabbed her with a knife. And he most definitely didn't expect what came next. And this time he was the one who was struck. And it hit him like he the hardest blow he had ever dealt with.

 

“Out” she whispered.

 

“What?” Vegeta questioned confused.

 

“Get out! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT AND NEVER, AND I SAY NEVER,EVER RETURN!! I WON'T LET ME BE USED BY YOU!! NO MORE!! GET OUT!!” she screamed hysterically.

 

“You don't mean that” Vegeta said softly and he reached out to touch her cheek.

 

Bulma flinched away and stood up quickly. With the back of her hand she dried her tears and then looked him in the eyes. What he saw then, he would never forget.

He saw the pain, the loss and her broken heart lying in her eyes. Caused by him. With them he saw the determination, the confidence and the strenght. She really did mean it. For a moment he didn't know what to say. Had he gone too far? Probably. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, so he closed it again. His fist clenched and opened again. Not knowing how to react he just stood there before her.

When he couldn't handle to see the pain and loss he had caused her and the will to see him leave, anymore, he closed his eyes. Willing her piercing ones away.

He knew he had no choice. He had gone to far. Way to far. He opened his eyes and placed both his hands around her head, holding her in place. Then he leaned forward and brushed his lips with hers. Then he released her and practically ran outside. With a last glance over his shoulder at her, he took off.

 

Bulma placed her hands over her face. Vegeta had left. And with that thought she laid herself on the floor of the GR, where his scent still lingered. She curled up in a ball and started sobbing again. Vegeta had left.