Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Fifth Conversation ( Chapter 5 )

TEN

Fifth Conversation

 

by mariamcardoso

Beta:partytimexelent

 

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

 

“Isn't it a wonderful night, honey?” the blonde asked.

 

“It truly is, sweetheart. Shall we take a walk?” Mr Briefs retorted.

 

“Sure. I'll just go put my shoes on.”

 

Mr. Briefs stood leaning against his living-room window looking at the full moon. The air was so hot for September. There was a breeze from time to time but it didn't seem to be enough to cool the hot night down.

 

He started to close the window when he saw Bulma completely avoid the main door and head to the back door in the kitchen. He closed the window and hollered to his wife.

 

“Honey, Bulma has arrived.”

 

“What? Already?! She just left.” Mrs. Briefs said as she entered the living-room again.

 

Mr. Briefs held his wife's hand and headed to the kitchen with his wife by his side.

 

“Hello, Vegeta.” Mrs Briefs said happily.

 

Then they heard a key being slid into the door lock, making two heads turn to the door. A few seconds later Bulma opened the door. The younger woman stood with her head down, her bangs covering her eyes, her purse in her left hand and her shoes in her right.

 

“Bul-“

 

Mrs. Briefs tried to speak but as soon as the tiny blonde opened her mouth Bulma dropped her purse and raised her hand to stop her.

 

Vegeta took his eyes away from his enormous pile of various fruits and noticed the blue-haired woman for the first time that night.

 

“Honey, what's wrong?” Mr. Briefs tried.

 

She raised her head and looked straight into her father's eyes. Her parents gasped. Her eyes were red and full with a myriad of emotions.

 

“I see. Your father and I are going to take a walk.”

 

Bulma walked away from the kitchen and up the stairs to her room.

 

The three remaining people stared at where Bulma had been.

 

“Aren't you going to go and talk to her like you usually do?” Vegeta asked, confused as he ate the fruit.

 

The couple just smiled and shook their heads.

 

“We know better than to try to talk to her right now. When she wants to talk about what's bothering her, she'll come to us. We shouldn't bother her… It will only make things worse.” Mrs. Briefs said knowingly.

 

The couple left for their walk as Vegeta headed to his bedroom. He went up the stairs slowly and walked to the end of the corridor, passing Bulma's room, and entered his own. He closed the door and headed to his personal bathroom. Vegeta undressed and dressed in a pair of loose, grey pyjama pants. He washed his face and, as usual, checked his numerous scars. It was a ritual by now, looking at the scars and trying to remember when, where and by whom they had been done. It was not easy to scar a Saiyan. They had to be struck continuously on the same place for quite some time, making it impossible, even for their fast metabolism, for the wound to heal.

 

He was closing the bathroom door when his bedroom door opened slowly. She peaked inside. He heard her call his name and headed to the door.

 

“What?” he asked as he opened the door all the way.

 

“Can I come in?” she asked with a trembling voice.

 

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and stepped out of the way. The words her parents had said earlier rang in his head. Was she going to talk to him about whatever happened? He didn't really know what to do with a female with problems, or a male now that he thought about it.

 

Bulma entered the bedroom and went straight to a chair near the bed where Vegeta had some of his clothes. Vegeta closed his door and lied down on his bed with his hands behind his head and his feet crossed. She grabbed two sweaters and a pair of jeans that were on the chair, put them in his closet and sat down.

 

The Saiyan glanced at her, sitting there in that chair, with her feet in the chair and with her head on her knees, preventing him from seeing her face. Her pyjamas were baggy today. She usually wore tighter ones. Since she couldn't see him he laid there watching her. The only thing she seemed to be doing was breathing. Why was she there anyway? She hadn't said a thing yet. Was she there just to annoy him?

 

When fifteen minutes passed and she still hadn't said anything, Vegeta got restless. He got up and went to the bathroom. To do what, he didn't know. He just had to get out of there. What the hell was wrong with her?! He came back out and stood right in front of her.

 

“What are you doing here?” he asked as calmly as he could.

 

The silent woman just shook her head and whimpered. Vegeta headed to his bed again and lied down once more in the exact same position as he did before. He was almost asleep when she said a name.

 

“Yamcha.”

 

Finally she was talking but, unfortunately it started awfully wrong. At least for the flame-haired man.

 

“What about him?”

 

Bulma raised her head a little, making her eyes peek from behind her knees. Her mouth was still hiding.

 

“It's over. I… broke up with him.”

 

Vegeta wanted to congratulate her for it. She looked like she would die crying if he did that though. She got rid of the weak mate at least. One thing at a time.

 

“I want to have kids. I should have never brought him here. I should have stayed with him in the desert. He would be the same if we stayed there. I would have a bunch of kids by now and I wouldn't be alone.”

 

What the hell was she talking about?! Desert? Alone? She had gone mad.

 

“Don't you ever feel lonely? Aren't you afraid of dying alone? Don't you want kids?” she asked as she fully raised her head.

 

She looked like hell.

 

“No.”

 

“No to what?”

 

“Everything. I don't feel lonely, I'm not afraid of dying alone and I certainly don't want any kids because they would be worthless half-breeds.” He said as he sat on the bed.

 

“I see…”

 

Bulma sat on the chair normally.

 

“What happened?”

 

Bulma turned wide eyes to the man. He had asked. Now she really wanted to cry.

 

She wiped her eyes with her hands and started to tell him all about their date to a new bar in town, all about their dancing, all about their drinking, all about when she turned her back to ask for a drink, all about the girls Yamcha had started to flirt with while she was right next to him, all about the dates he said he would go on with them and, more importantly, all about the way she pulled him away from the girls and with a laugh said that he had changed, that he was not the same, that it was over and that she really, really hoped they could still be friends. She also told him that he hadn't even reacted to what she said, that she turned her back to him and left him there. He hadn't followed.

 

The story was over and Vegeta was as he was before. That serious look and that tense sitting position.

 

“I'll die with no one around me. Rich but alone.”

 

“I'm sure it will not be hard for you to find another man on this planet.”

 

“You don't understand! There is no man that would stay with me because of me! They only want the fucking money!” Bulma screamed as she got up and kicked a nearby pillow.

 

Vegeta's eyes actually got wide at her. Did she really say `fucking'? Vegeta composed himself and said what he thought.

 

“Being alone is not bad. You know who you can trust. You cannot betray yourself. That mate you had was worthless, weak in every way. Did you really think he would not betray you?”

 

Bulma grabbed the pillow she had kicked and put it on the chair she had been sitting on.

 

“Yes! I'm innocent enough to believe that normal people who like each other don't betray one another.”

 

“Then you know what that means. He does not like you.” Vegeta said, fearing her reaction.

 

Bulma froze and her eyes filled with unshed tears, her fist clenching and unclenching in hopes of staying calm.

 

“You wouldn't betray me, right? You don't look like a man that would lie or pretend.” Bulma asked quietly.

 

Vegeta simply broke eye contact and got up.

 

“I already did.” Vegeta said.

 

Bulma laughed cruelly.

 

“You're all the same. Either from Earth or from any other planet, you all lie.” Bulma said as she cleaned tears from her face.

 

Vegeta just stood there looking at a woman he didn't seem to know. He had never seen her so… not herself?

 

“What was it?” Bulma asked.

 

Vegeta just stared at her, confused.

 

“What did you lie about?” she explained.

 

Vegeta, for the first time in his life, was having trouble answering a question that he knew the answer to.

 

“The rapes.” He murmured, as if he was a child waiting to be scolded.

 

He didn't know why but it felt bad lying to this woman.

 

She didn't react at first, but then without a warning she jumped on him, making them fall on the bed. She scratched his face and his chest with her fingernails. He quickly grabbed her hands.

 

“Stop it, woman! You will make me hurt you,” he said through gritted teeth.

 

“How many?!” she asked screaming.

 

Vegeta cringed as her scream entered his ears.

 

“I lost count. It was normal to do such things as soldiers. I did not tell you the truth because I knew you would make a scene as you are making now. I have watched your television. I see people being arrested because of it, killed because of it. I came to the conclusion that here you do not approve of such a thing in any situation.”

 

Bulma didn't know if she wanted to scratch his eyes out because he lied or cry because he lied to protect her well-being. She opted to slump against him and cry her eyes out. He just let her hands go as soon as she let herself fall on his chest crying. Her arms quickly grabbed his biceps. He could feel her tears on his naked chest. Her hands started to move down his arms and grabbed his hands. He seemed like a puppet, letting her do whatever she wanted. She put his hands on her back.

 

“Hug me.” she said between sobs.

 

Amazingly, he complied with a sigh.

 

After a few minutes, she calmed down. His steady heartbeat helping her relax. She took his right hand from her back and put it near her face. She put her left hand in his, measuring the difference in size. He closed his hand with hers in it. She looked up at him as he raised his head a bit from the bed to look at her. He put their hands in his chest and put his head back down. She prepared to say something.

 

“Don't…” he said.

 

She pulled his hand to her chest and squirmed trying to find a more comfortable position on top of him. He moved and got up still holding her to him. He opened the bed and laid her down on it. He went around the bed to lay on the other side. There was no need for sheets; the night was hot as it was. They both turned on their sides to face each other. For five minutes there was silence and a staring contest. Bulma finally gave in and moved closer to him. She grabbed one of his hands and put it around her, pressing it to the small of her back.

 

“I'm sorry for the scratches.”

 

He nodded and pulled her to him.

 

Bulma's last thoughts before she fell asleep were that Vegeta was really having a lot of firsts since he came to Earth.

 

Vegeta's last thoughts before he fell asleep were that it felt nice having her pressed to him.