Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Fourth Conversation ( Chapter 4 )

TEN

Fourth Conversation

 

by mariamcardoso

Beta: Pearl3

 

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

 

Two days later Vegeta entered the kitchen to rummage the fridge after a day of training, as usual. Lo and behold, he came across a very quiet Bulma sitting by the kitchen table scribbling on a note pad. After hearing him she turned around to face him and smiled.

 

“Hi.” she said.

 

Vegeta grunted in response as he opened the fridge. He frowned when he couldn't find what he wanted.

 

“What do you want?” Bulma asked while scribbling.

 

He closed the fridge, walked to the table, and sat in front of his housemate.

 

“What are you writing?” Vegeta asked while looking at her notes from upside down.

 

Bulma frowned and gave him the note pad.

 

“Can you read our language?” she asked.

 

“Yes. Your father gave the sheets you made to translate the scouter software.” he said tiredly.

 

She nodded and gave him the pen as well.

 

“And write?” she asked.

 

“Yes.”

 

“What were you looking for?” she asked as she got up.

 

Vegeta started reading her notes and grabbed the pen.

 

“Watermelon.” he said before starting to write on her notes.

 

Bulma left the kitchen and five minutes later entered the kitchen again with a watermelon in her hands. She noticed that Vegeta was still writing on her note pad. He was actually striking what she had written.

 

“What are you doing?” she asked as she put the fruit on the table near him.

 

“Answering the questions you were sooner or later going to ask me.” he said as he continued to scribble away.

 

Suddenly Bulma snatched the note pad from him.

 

“No.” she said firmly.

 

“What? You were going to ask them to me, weren't you?” Vegeta said while looking at her angred face.

 

“Yeah but…well, I wanted to ask them. I gave you the notes and the pen for you to see if there was anything wrong with the text I wrote on the Saiyan body. Not to answer the questions.” she said with a serious look in face.

 

“What's the damned difference, woman?” he asked irritably.

 

Vegeta reached for the fruit and used his ki to cut the watermelon in to perfectly made slices. Bulma pouted.

 

“If you answer them then there's no point in me asking.” she said as she sat down.

 

“You call yourself a genius?” Vegeta asked sarcastically.

 

“I want to ask them to you. I want to see you open your mouth and hear you answer them. I actually like our conversations.” she said, stretching her arm to try and grab a piece of watermelon.

 

Pulling the pieces towards him, he fixed her with a look. “If they are answered, what's the difference?!”

 

“Give me some!” she hollered.

 

“Don't scream! It hurts my ears.” The Prince ground out as he slid her a piece of fruit.

 

Bulma abruptly grabbed her note pad and her pen, gawking at him with eyes that longed to learn more.

 

“Your ears are more sensitive too?” she asked excitedly.

 

“A-Are you normal?” Vegeta asked with a surprised face.

 

“Answer,” she demanded, glaring at him.

 

“Everything in us is more in-tune, more sensitive to our environment.” Vegeta said, still surprised at her change of mood. He picked up another piece, easily munching it down.

 

Bulma wrote a few words on her note pad before turning to him again. “But your tail was a weakness,” she declared.

 

Vegeta shook his head no. “Our tail is--was the third most important organ in our body.” Again, he stuffed another slice of watermelon into his waiting mouth.

 

Bulma wrote and ate at the same time, nodding as she continued to record this newly found information.

 

“It was heart, brain, then tail. It had the greatest influence on our body. But it seems that Saiyans can get stronger without it. It controlled our ability to turn Oozaru, our sexual life, our urges and, apparently, even our personality.”

 

Bulma was writing like a woman possessed and Vegeta seemed to want to reveal everything there was to know about Saiyan anatomy.

 

“So, you're saying that even if by grabbing your tail you would render you helpless, the pros of the tail outweighed said weaknesses?” Bulma asked confused.

 

“No. I'm saying that we didn't know that without it we could be stronger. If I had a tail now and I turned Oozaru I could've killed Frieza, maybe even Kakarot.” He replied, finishing the last watermelon slice.

 

“Ok. You said something about personality and urges. Is that why you seem more relaxed now? More open?” Bulma enquired while writing.

 

“I believe so. The choices I make are not the same ones I would make when I had my tail. It seems I only open up, as you call it, to you.”

 

Bulma dropped the pen and supported her head with her right hand. “Has it ever occurred to you that you may be changing because of what surrounds you and not because you lack of your tail?” she asked thoughtfully.

 

Vegeta thought on the question for a minute. Bulma could see that he was pondering if that could be true. A few moments passed and Vegeta seemed to continue to think about everything that had happened to him since he first arrived on Earth.

 

Since he seemed lost in thought, Bulma continued, “I mean, Goku never changed his personality after he lost his tail and neither did Gohan. Goku said he acted the same.”

 

“Hm. It is possible.” Vegeta admitted.

 

“You talked about your sex life. What did you mean?” Bulma asked while grabbing the pen and looking eagerly at him.

 

Vegeta got up and started to leave the kitchen.

 

“Wait. If you don't want to answer just say so. I have other questions. You don't have to leave.” Bulma said, feeling a bit upset at him ignoring her.

 

“I'm just going to the bathroom. If I didn't want to answer something I would tell you,” he replied, leaving the kitchen.

 

Bulma's angry visage softened and she giggled.

 

“I see the watermelon is starting to take effect. At least in that we're the same.” Bulma said while trying to stop laughing. She got up to stretch and paused, feeling a bit of a craving for something sweet. Knowing what could remedy her thirst, she headed to the fridge to get some pineapple juice. She grabbed a glass and poured the cool, orange-colored liquid into it. When she turned around Vegeta was already sitting in the chair he had occupied before, staring at her.

 

“God! Can't you be less stealthy?” she said after sitting down.

 

“Never been called God before. There's no fun in being noisy while walking. I couldn't scare anyone like that.” He merely flashed a smirk.

 

Bulma just stared at him dumbfounded.

 

“Did… Did you just make a joke? That's a first too. I should start writing a book about your firsts.” She cracked a smile, starting to feel slightly at ease again.

 

“Continue with the questions. I want to go to sleep,” he said irritably.

 

“If you want to sleep go ahead. I'm not going to keep you up all night with my curiosity if you're tired,” Bulma said as she closed the note pad and started to get up.

 

Vegeta looked at her with a bit of a shocked expression before his face settled into it's usual scowl.

 

“Sit down. Listen, then ask me the damn questions.” He said with a tint of agitation in his voice.

 

Bulma stared at him blankly and sat down again. “Ok.”

 

“Sexually our tails play a big role in our adolescence. We have strong sexual urges due to the changes in our body. But our tail, since it connects us to our animalistic side, it makes us lose control. Normally a Saiyan starts his sex life at that time. I don't know if a tailless Saiyan behaves differently through that age but I suspect he would behave like a human.” Vegeta explained.

 

Bulma stared at him for a moment, studying him. His crossed arms, slouched in his seat, closed eyes, and even his softer voice. He seemed calmer. No…he seemed tired.

 

“Why aren't you writing?” Vegeta asked, opening his eyes.

 

“You look tired. Are you ok?” she replied, dropping her pen while trying to stifle a yawn.

 

“If you want to stop just say so. Don't use me as a reason, human. I'm not doing this because I want to.” Vegeta said with a hint of disgust in his voice.

 

“What?! I'm fine. You are the one that looks like you're about to keel over. Actually, this is the first time I've seen you look like that.” Bulma said as she got up from her chair and headed over to him.

 

“Like what?” He shot back, eyes following her movement.

 

“Tired.”

 

Bulma stood behind his chair and put her hands on his shoulders. Vegeta got up quickly, knocking the chair to the ground with a “thump”. The blue-haired woman jumped back, a bit of shock flashing across her face.

 

“Don't' touch me. I already told you that I am not tired. If you don't want to continue it's fine with me. Or maybe you don't want to explain to me how humans behave when their bodies reach the beginning of adolescence and their sexual lives? Any bad memories?” He finished with a hint of a smirk.

 

Bulma continued to gape at him shock before finally succumbing to her anger.

 

“Fine! Sit down, idiot. I'll tell you all about it.” Bulma spat as she headed angrily to her chair.

 

She sat down grabbed the pen, opened her notepad and stared at Vegeta, who stood glaring at her. Vegeta picked his chair up and sat down, still glaring. Bulma smiled and started drawing nonsensical things on her notepad.

 

“We also have those sexual urges. There are days, or should I say nights, that we don't think straight. Most of the times we can control ourselves, even if our minds are still unable to stop those sexual urges we rarely lose control. There are lots of adolescents that reach their twenties as virgins. I did.” Bulma explained as she finished drawing a flower.

 

The Prince continued to stare at her, silent.

 

“For a Saiyan to do that he would have to be alone. We usually get twitchy and out of control when we don't have sex at that age.” Vegeta muttered.

 

Bulma wrote a few words on her notepad.

 

“Our awakening to sexuality depends on lots of influential factors: culture, family, religion and so on. They are numerous now that I think about it. In my case, we always had open talks about sex in this house, our culture is very open to sexuality, in case you didn't notice, and religiously we never really were believers.” Bulma explained while she stared Vegeta in the eyes.

 

Vegeta nodded.

 

“Your planet fascinates me.” he declared.

 

Then pen she was holding fell to the ground and her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

 

“W-What?” Bulma asked as she bent over to pick up the pen.

 

“I have encountered things here that I never found anywhere else. You, Humans, are weak physically, trust in your emotions too much but you have something I've never seen in any other planet.” Vegeta explained as he stood up.

 

“Oh? And what is that?” Bulma inquired as she followed his movements with her eyes.

 

Vegeta headed for the sink and filled a glass with water. He drank the water in one giant swallow and moved towards Bulma.

 

“You have many different people in the same planet.” Vegeta murmured as he sat in a chair next to her.

 

Bulma raised an eyebrow.

 

“In not speaking physically. As you said, religion, culture and even your family have influence over who and what you become.” he said.

 

Bulma did the only thing she thought she could do after hearing Vegeta make a compliment to the Humans. She laughed.

 

“Ve-Vegeta, I never thought I'd hear you say something like that. I mean, you… you hate us!” Bulma said to the now pissed of Sayan.

 

Vegeta gritted his teeth in anger.

 

“Yes, I do, but that does not mean that some of your characteristics cannot fascinate me.” the Sayan spat.

 

“Of course. Well, I should go to sleep. I have a date with Yamcha.” Bulma said while giggling.

 

“That is another one of your flaws. You insist in taking the mates that you say you have feelings for not the strongest ones. But here on Earth there are not very strong humans to choose from anyway.” Vegeta said as he got up.

 

“You don't understand. You've never felt that way so you really can't speak about it.” Bulma said feeling insulted.

 

She grabbed her notepad, her pen and got up.

 

“Goodnight, Vegeta.”

 

Bulma turned to leave and for the first time since he came to Earth he felt like talking.

 

“Goodnight.”

 

Bulma stopped and looked back at him still sitting on the chair.

 

Vegeta was having a lot of firsts these days.