Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Second Conversation ( Chapter 2 )

TEN

Second Conversation

 

by mariamcardoso

 

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

 

 

Ten days later, Bulma saw Vegeta alone in the living room. She had noticed that he had become quite fascinated with television. She believed that it was not the device itself that fascinated him but what the Earthlings decided to show on it. When he was watching television, she could always sit next to him and he would never try to avoid her. So, again, she decided to try and speak to him.

 

“How was your training today?” she said, as she moved around the couch and sat next to him.

 

He momentarily moved his eyes to her and looked her over.

 

“The same as usual. I want you to put food in the GR so that I don't have to come out to eat so often,” he said with his usual cocky tone.

 

Bulma had been waiting for this to happen. She didn't know why, but Vegeta felt rather uncomfortable near her family. She understood why he would feel like that with her mother but her father was different. He avoided her mother but he seemed to fear her father, at least to some degree. He would always respond to her mother no matter what she asked but he would practically flee from the room before her father entered the room. So this wish of his was no surprise to her.

 

“No,” she said firmly.

 

She had never said no to anything Vegeta had asked. What would his reaction be?

 

Vegeta turned the television off and looked at her.

 

“What did you say?” he said calmly.

 

“I said no. I will never put food in the GR. If I do, I'll rarely see you,” she said while stretching on the couch.

 

“We already see each other rarely. There would be no difference,” he said, moving away from her on the couch.

 

“Yes, there would be a difference. I wouldn't see you.”

 

Bulma lied on the couch and yawned.

 

“What would it matter to you, or anyone woman?” he said, while gazing blankly at the turned off television.

 

“Vegeta, I don't think you ever noticed but, we like you and I'd like to think you like us too. At least a little,” she murmured and closed her eyes.

 

She felt him lean against the back of the couch and heard him sigh.

 

“You annoy me. All of you. You mother annoys me the most,” he grumbled.

 

At this she had to laugh. She already knew, but to hear him say it was priceless.

 

“It's true. Yesterday, she tried to take me to the pool. Stop laughing, woman, I don't know how I could keep myself from killing her,” he said annoyed.

 

“I'm sorry Vegeta. She does that to everyone that comes here. She even did that to Goku,” she said while cleaning tears from her face.

 

“I'm not Kakkarot.” he spat.

 

“I'm glad,” she murmured while smiling.

 

He looked at her. Flushed face from laughing, her disheveled hair from rolling in the couch, her smile for him and her tight dark blue pajamas. She was a beautiful woman.

 

“Why do you avoid my father?” she asked suddenly.

 

Vegeta tensed.

 

“I don't fear you father. I respect him.”

 

Bulma sputtered and looked at him.

 

“From what I have observed, your father must be one of the richest men on Earth. All the scientific awards in this house are his and yours. So I have to deduce that your father has built all that he has alone. I have to respect him for that. He has let me stay here…”

 

“No, I-“

 

“Let me finish. I know you invited me, but if your father had said no, I would not be here. I would never have a man in my dwelling that could kill me and my kin without any effort. I suppose you told him of my past and he still let me stay. I have a debt. I'll pay it by defeating the androids.”

 

Vegeta looked at her. Bulma had an expression of utter amazement and he had to grin at that. He had never seen that expression on her.

 

Bulma suddenly launched herself into his arms and hugged him. Since she could not harm him, his instincts did not act to make him move to defend himself.

 

“What are you doing?” he said, tensed.

 

“I'm hugging you. Thanks.” She murmured in his ear.

 

She kissed his cheek (he tensed even more at this) and lied back down on the couch.

 

“Don't do that ever again.” He grumbled as he got up.

 

“I'm sorry. I got carried away.” She said blushing.

 

She had just hugged and kissed Vegeta. Was she okay? Maybe it was because she was sleepy.

 

“I never thought you thought that of my dad. I was thinking that dad had said something that had made you uncomfortable.”

 

Vegeta turned around and looked at her.

 

“Don't be foolish. There are few things that make me uncomfortable. You are one of them.”

 

Bulma gasped. She had done nothing that could make him feel like that, except maybe the hug and the kiss.

 

“But I didn't do anything to you. I treat you like everyone else,” she said defensively.

 

Suddenly he was on her, a few centimeters separating them, his arms on each side of her shoulders and his nose touching her nose.

 

“I'm not everyone else. Am I?” he whispered.

 

As soon as he pounced on her, her heart had started beating frantically. Her breathing was hard to control. She pushed him off and jumped to her feet.

 

“What the hell are you doing?!” she screamed.

 

“I was merely making a point. I am not everyone else. At least not to you,” he said, advancing to her.

 

“Stop! Don't come near me. Don't play with me. I've done nothing to you.” She said with a shaking voice.

 

“Come on. It's not like you've never done this before. I bet you've done this with your weak boyfriend.”

 

With only a few steps separating them, panic was starting to well in her stomach. What was he going to do to her? Kiss her? Have sex with her?

 

With courage that only came to her spontaneously, she closed the remaining distance and slapped him with the back of her hand.

 

“Never do that to me again,” she spat as she ran from the living room.

 

Vegeta returned to the couch and touched his cheek.

 

It was starting to get uncomfortable for him. He didn't know how to react to a woman who did not fear him and that actually cared for him. So he did the only thing he knew. He acted like a jerk and pushed her away. Now he was comfortable, but comfortable meant alone and for the last months he had forgotten what that was. They did not have to speak. She just had to be there, not mad at him. Now he had the feeling it would be a while, if ever, before she would talk to him again. Comfortable, but alone.

 

Always comfortable…

 

 

A/N: I liked the reviews I received. Don't know when I'll do the “Third Conversation”.