Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Sixth Conversation ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

TEN

Sixth Conversation

by mariamcardoso

Beta: partytimexelent

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

He woke up with the sun hitting his face. He could feel her breathing slowly and evenly on his neck. After last night's events, he had forgotten to close the damn blinds. In the morning, the damn light would hit right in his face. It made him absolutely homicidal.

He tried to move but every time he did, Bulma moaned something and held him even tighter. Vegeta sighed and grabbed her arms to take them from around his neck and chest.

“No…” Bulma said as she tried to hold onto him.

“Let go of me.”

“It's too early. Go back to sleep.” She said sleepily as she opened her eyes to look at him.

“I've slept enough. I have to train,” the Saiyan said as she let him go.

He got up as she got out of bed to close the blinds. He entered the bathroom and stared at the mirror. As he reached his hand to close the bathroom door, he heard her speak.

“This won't do.” Bulma said as she rolled on the bed.

He got out of the bathroom to see what was wrong with her now. She looked at him with an angry and sleepy face.

“This was so much better with you here. It's cold now. Come, I'll even let you grab me.”

Vegeta felt his eyes widen and his face burn. It was too early to hear her saying such vulgar things. It had nothing to do with her dishevelled appearance, her pout, or her depressed expression. No, nothing of the sort.

He turned his back to her and closed the bathroom door. He took of his pants and entered the shower, when he heard his bedroom door open and close. He really needed a bath.

--Later that day--

When Vegeta entered the house at the end of the day, he could hear some kind of music coming from the living room.

Something's coming over me
Haven't been the same since that evening
That I put eyes on you
Fed me with life changing feelings
Now it's all a memory
Where you are is a mystery
I'd do almost anything to get back to that night
I miss you
Wish that you were here with me
It felt so true
But it only happened that night
Only that night
Only that night

What the hell was she listening to? He walked to the living room and stopped at the door.

The only thing he could see from the door was her leg in the air, signalling that she was lying on the couch. She was humming with the song and her foot was moving with the music. Suddenly the music stopped and she sat.

“Too depressing,” she said.

The music changed.

The sweet is

Never as sweet

Without the sour

The goods are

Never as good

Without the struggle

“No.”

She skipped the song again.

Looking for love

In all the wrong places

Looking for love

In all the wrong places

Looking for love

“Nope.”

Again a change of music.

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

“Great song… But no.” she sighed.

O sonho dos meus amigos

É ter um GTI

Não importa de que marca de que cor

O sonho dos meus amigos

É ter um GTI

Não importa s'é Inglês ou Japonês

Eu ando pensativo
Porque não tenho esse sonho
Eu ando a pensar qual o motivo
Porque não sonho com um GTI

O sonho dos meus amigos

É ter um GTI

Não importa de que marca de que cor

O sonho dos meus amigos é ter um GTI

Não importa s'é Inglês ou Japonês

Os meus amigos riem-se de mim por ser feliz assim

Ser sonhar

Com um GTI

Eles não sonham que me basta ter-te a ti

A sonhar comigo desde de que te conheci

“A Portuguese song on this CD? Strange… no,” she said after singing along.

Break me down,
you got a lovely face,
we're going to your place
now you got to freak me out
Scream so loud,
getting fucking laid,
you want me to stay
but I got to make my way

Hey! You're crazy bitch,
but you fuck so good I'm on top of it.
When I dream I'm doing you all night,
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on.

“Finally!” she said excitedly.

Take it off, the paper is your game
You jump in bed with fame
Another one night paid in full
You're so fine, it won't be a loss
Cashing in the rocks, just to get you face to face

Hey
You're a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it
When I dream, I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on

Vegeta stood rooted to the door watching as Bulma stood up and started dancing to the music. She was all soft skin and sexy curves. With her back to him, her hips came to life. Her arms started caressing herself. The way she moved to the music, even if the song was so lewd, was hypnotizing. How could her fucking dumb ex-boyfriend leave her in a bar for another woman? The only answer he could think of was that she hadn't been dancing at the time.

Hey
You're a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it
When I dream, I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on
You keep me right on

She turned around with a hip movement and stopped suddenly as she saw him.

You're crazy

But I like the way you fuck me

A furious blush came to her face. Vegeta stared at her with his usual expression, noticing for the first time how fast her breathing was.

I like to party uh-uh

Everybody does

Make love and listen to the mus-

She jumped to the remote control and pressed stop. Her blush aggravated. She was sure that it was permanent by now.

Vegeta started walking towards her, looking her in the eyes. When he reached her he smirked. He had something to mock her about now. She blushed again.

“What?!” she asked irritated.

He passed her, sat on the couch and grabbed the remote she had used only moments before.

She stared wide eyed at him. He wouldn't… He glanced at her with a smirk on his lips. Oh, he would.

He pressed play.

The music started and he leaned his back against the couch, his first moment of relaxation that day. She sat on the small couch in front of him with a smile on her face. She recognized the music.

I'm very sure, this never happened to me before
I met you and now I'm sure
This never happened before

Vegeta looked at her with a curious look.

Now I see, this is the way it's supposed to be
I met you and now I see
This is the way it should be

Bulma stood and sat next to him, imitating his relaxed position.

“Sorry.” She murmured.

Vegeta glanced at her with his head still leaning on the back of the couch.

“Hm.”

This is the way it should be, for lovers
They shouldn't go it alone
It's not so good when you're on your own

So come to me, now we can be what we want to be
I love you and now I see
This is the way it should be
This is the way it should be

This is the way it should be, for lovers
They shouldn't go it alone
It's not so good when your on your own

I'm very sure, this never happened to me before
I met you and now I'm sure
This never happened before (This never happened before)
This never happened before (This never happened before)
This never happened before (This never happened before)
This never happened before

Bulma grabbed the remote from Vegeta's hand, pressed stop, and tossed the remote to the other side of the couch. For long minutes both of them sat there, watching the orange from the setting sun disappear.

This was one of the things she liked about Vegeta. She actually had comfortable silences with him. She never had those with Yamcha. There was always that need to talk, to evade silence.

There was a loud knock at the door.

“It's your boyfriend.” Vegeta uttered with a tired voice.

Bulma grunted and stood. It was time to get things straight with Yamcha.

She walked calmly to the door, leaving the Saiyan behind. She took a deep breath before opening the door. She was instantly pushed to the side as Yamcha simply walked furiously to the living-room.

“We need to talk.” He said angrily.

Bulma followed him to the living room without uttering a word, and with a frown on her face.

“Weakling…” Vegeta said acknowledging Yamcha's presence in the room.

“Vegeta…” Yamcha answered.

Bulma entered the room and sat at the couch in front of Vegeta. Yamcha started to speak his mind.

“What the hell was that yesterday? You left me there, saying something about us being over and you just left. What's wrong with you?!”

Bulma started to see red. How dare he!

“You've got to have some balls coming here to say that! You were flirting with everything with boobs in that damn bar. With me right beside you! You left me in a corner to be with them…”

Yamcha just smirked. That was very unusual for him.

“You know I have some balls.”

Bulma and Vegeta flinched at the rude remark. Vegeta stood, ready to leave the room and the vulgar conversation that was about to take place.

“You're disgusting.” Vegeta said clearly.

“This has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't even be here in the first place.”

“When she comes to my room in the middle of the night to seek what you do not give her, it has everything to do with me.”

Yamcha glanced at Bulma who had her bangs covering her eyes. Her perfect white teeth chewed on her bottom lip.

“She wouldn't.”

“No? Ask her who she slept with last night!”

Bulma stood with angry tears in her eyes.

“Get out of my house!!!” she screamed.

Both men turned to look at her, surprise marring their faces. Yamcha's surprised face turned into a smirk as he glanced at Vegeta's wide eyes. The Saiyan turned to leave as Yamcha stood with his arms crossed.

“Not you!” Bulma yelled again.

“What…” Yamcha murmured.

Vegeta stopped walking and started breathing again. She walked to him and held his arm.

“Please, Yamcha. Get out. It's over. There's nothing you can do to make me change my mind. Don't make us hate each other. I'm begging you.”

She held Vegeta's arm tighter, nervously waiting his response. Vegeta looked between Bulma and Yamcha. He was about to leave. Vegeta could see the defeat in his eyes.

“Why him? Do I have to kill millions of people as well? Will that make you come back to me?”

Vegeta growled. His past was not something he liked to talk about. It seemed to bother her.

“Don't be stupid. Vegeta's different. He's not that man anymore and he would never hurt or betray me. He's not that kind of man.”

“He'll make a mistake eventually. When he does, I'll be there and you'll regret choosing him.”

Bulma sighed. Yamcha didn't seem to understand. She let go of Vegeta to stand between both men.

“He's not human. He won't make mistakes as often as you. He's much more loyal and trusting. He's brave, interesting, intelligent, strong and fresh. I have comfortable moments of silence with him. I love talking to him. He has so much to give. It was people like you that made him what he was: a cold, cruel bastard. He shows me parts of him that I know no one has ever seen before. If they have, they're dead. I'm alive and I enjoy spending time with him. He still scares me half to death sometimes but I guess I'll be fine. If I die of a heart attack, I'll die happy.” She said, finishing with a smile.

“He killed me…” the human man said.

“I know. A part of me will always hate him for that. I've never felt anything like that. You died as I watched everything from the TV. I don't think I'll ever feel like that again.” Bulma offered.

Yamcha seemed happy with her answer and walked up to her to hug her. He shot the other man a possessive glare, kissed her cheek and left.

He needed her more than she needed him.

She glanced at Vegeta. For the second time she saw thankfulness in his eyes. She smiled.

“You're welcome.”

He seemed surprised at her words and the thankfulness in his eyes vanished immediately.

He walked to her and stared at her. She squirmed uncomfortably. He grabbed her arm suddenly, pulled her to the couch and sat her down on the edge of the couch. She was so surprised at the velocity he had moved her that she missed a few seconds of him as he laid on the couch with his head on her legs. He grabbed her hands and put them in his hair. For a moment she just stared at him, amazed by his actions. Then he took his gloves off and turned his face to her stomach as he circled his arms around her waist.

These un-Vegeta-like actions brought tears to her eyes. Soon they were spilling down her beautiful face and falling on to his.

“I love you. I'm sorry.”

Instead of leaving her there after she uttered those words, he held her even tighter as he breathed in her scent. Feeling hurt that she thought she had to feel sorry for feeling such a strong emotion for him. He would relish in her presence while he could. While she still `loved' him. He knew it would end someday…