Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ten ❯ Eighth Conversation ( Chapter 8 )

TEN

Eighth Conversation

 

by mariamcardoso

Beta: partytimexelent

 

DISCLAIMER: NOT. MINE.

 

It took a while for me to name the expression Vegeta had given me the night we kissed. Sorrow. I cried when I found out what it was, but after a good night's sleep it was as if nothing had happened.

 

It seemed like sleep had put it in my head that I had kissed Vegeta. Of all the men I could kiss, could love, it had to be Vegeta. I was smarter than that. So, after a good bath I decided to behave as if nothing had happened. I didn't see Vegeta the first day afterwards. But on the second day, at lunch, I sat at the table and a few minutes later, Vegeta entered and sat at his usual place in front of me.

 

“Good afternoon, Vegeta.” My mother said with a smile.

 

My father nodded at him.

 

“Hi.” I voiced as I got up to get the plates and the silverware.

 

He continued to sit there without uttering a word. After putting the dishes away, I sat again and waited for my mother to bring the food. It took only a few seconds for her to bring it to the table. We ate and talked like we always did but Vegeta didn't utter a word. He still ate like there was no tomorrow though.

 

After finishing, I got up and left the table with an apple in hand. I had to finish the blueprints. My father needed them that week. I decided to get the table capsule and my blueprints and take them to the greenhouse. The light and silence would surely make me work faster.

 

The afternoon was more than enough to finish the blueprints and after rolling the blueprints and recapsuling the table, I headed to my father's office to deliver them with a proud smile on my face.

 

“Thanks, Bulma.” My father said with an easy smile.

 

I left to the house again and headed straight to the living-room. I sat there until dinner, which Vegeta didn't attend, and then headed to my pool. It had been a while since I've swam. After an hour, I exited the pool dressed in my robe and entered the house. Vegeta was in the kitchen eating fruit.

 

“Hey, Vegeta.” I said as I sat in front of him towelling my hair.

 

He looked at me and continued to eat his pile of fruit.

 

“You seem to eat a lot of fruit. I had you pegged for the `only-meat' kind of guy.” I declared as I put my head on my hand.

 

“You pegged me wrong.” Vegeta said between bits of apple.

 

“So it seems. Didn't you have fruit or something like it in space?”

 

Then he stopped eating altogether and kept looking at me. I raised my eyebrows. He didn't stop looking at me. Up and down. I was starting to feel my nerves breaking.

 

“What?!” I snapped.

 

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked as he looked me in the eyes.

 

At my confused face he added...

 

“That night.” he murmured.

 

Oh! So that was his problem.

 

“Of course.” I said, waiting impatiently for his next words.

 

“Then why are you acting like usual?” he said as I took a peach from his pile.

 

I took a bite before answering.

 

“Did something change?” I asked, confused myself.

 

“It didn't?” he seemed put-out by my answer.

 

Another bite.

 

What the hell was Vegeta thinking? Did something change? Did he want something to change?!

 

“Did you want something to change?” I said between bites.

 

I don't know how I cloud speak so calmly when I was so nervous. I was sure he could hear my heart beating.

 

Vegeta just kept staring. I could see he was thinking. He always stared at something when he was thinking. He got up and walked over to me. Towering over me with his arms crossed while I was sitting.

 

I raised an eyebrow at him and he simply left the kitchen. I got up and followed him. He was sitting in the living room. He was going to answer the damn question, even if I had to spend the rest of the day following him.

 

“So?” I asked as I sat in the couch opposite from his.

 

He didn't answer nor did he move. Bulma got impatient.

 

“You are going to answer me, Vegeta. You brought this up.”

 

And suddenly he was on me, holding my head and my arm with his hands. A gasp escaped my mouth as I noticed his proximity.

 

“Wha-What are you doing?” I asked breathless.

 

He didn't answer with his voice but with his mouth.

 

He mimicked my kiss.

 

Had he been practicing or something?! He was getting good at this thing of kissing slowly. Too good.

 

When he made a move to push away, I moaned in protest and pulled him to me again. I licked his bottom lip to see if he got the hint. I wasn't surprised when he opened his mouth and touched his tongue to mine. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. I felt my face heat up. I swept my tongue through his and saw his eyes close slightly. My arms went around his neck as I closed my eyes again. As soon as I put my hands in his hair, he pulled away.

 

“You want something to change.” I said breathlessly.

 

“And you don't?” he responded easily.

 

“I am not going to be waiting with my legs opened for you. I don't want just sex. I already told you.” I whispered.

 

He frowned. He was confused again.

 

“So, the kiss you gave me just now was?” he asked with a smirk.

 

“I got carried away…” I had the grace to blush and look away as I said it.

 

“Lust.” He said to my ear.

 

He stepped back with a satisfied smile on his face; like he had achieved something. I got angry in an instant.

 

“I never said I didn't feel lust. I said I loved you. I will not make the mistake of having sex with you when I know you'll just fuck me and leave me!” I whispered angrily at him.

 

“Who said I would do that?”

 

“There is no need to say it. It's written all over you. You have that I-have-sex-and-leave attitude. I mean it's you we're talking about, Vegeta. You don't even like feelings. You barely know what they are.” I whispered, feeling sadder every second.

 

“I know commitment.” Vegeta said with a frown and an angry tone of voice.

 

Bulma's eyes widened. Vegeta would stay with her just because he had sex with her? That was even worse than him leaving her.

 

“You would stay with me just because we had sex? That's worse than you leaving me. I would have to see you, touch you, knowing you felt nothing… I'd die.”

 

She didn't know if she should feel happy or sad. Vegeta said that he'd stay with her after they had sex not because he wanted to, but because he felt compelled to. His damn honor.

 

Vegeta grabbed her neck forcefully and spat.

 

“You irritate me, Bulma. I could kill you fucking.”

 

I tried to control my nerves. He released my neck and turned his back to leave.

 

“Isn't that a little switched?” I asked as I touched my neck and tried to calm myself.

 

“No. No, it isn't.”

 

 

A/N: This chapter is a little small. I like it nonetheless. Sorry for the wait. I have a poll in my profile I would like you to answer. It's about Ten and its future, extra, chapters. Anyway, R&R!