Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tension ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 7

Vegeta pulled back and looked at Bulma. What the hell was he doing? He drew back farther, and looked away from her. Bulmas face sagged. She jumped to her feet.

"I... I'm sorry..." She stammered. "I don't know what came over me." She looked like she was about to cry, Vegeta glanced at her, and looked away again. The scowl returned to his face and he left the room. And, as he padded softly up the stairs he heard heard Bulma sobbing in the living room.

He heard the rain start as he entered his room. It was pounding on the windows. He stared out at the lights of the city, distorted by the water on the glass. It seemed to mirror his mood.

Why did he let Bulma kiss him? He had been alone for so long, but that gave him no excuse. They had ruined a very good thing. He enjoyed pissing her off and as far as he could tell she got a rush from it too. And then there was the fact that he felt completely comfortable around her. She put him at ease because he respected her. She didn't fear him, which was something that had never happened before. So, again he asked himself, what had possessed them?

He was so angry with himself. It would have been so much easier for him to blame Bulma for this but it was just as much his fault. He could have done so many things to prevent it. Now the only thing comfortable and easy was gone.

He growled and put his fist through the window. The pain felt good. A distraction from reality. It was time to go cause himself some more pain. He opened the balcony door and flew off the edge and landed gently on the ground below. He then stormed towards the gravity chamber.

Bulma looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. The sound of glass breaking had woken her from her stupor. She caught a glimpse of something moving outside. She moved to the window and saw Vegeta entering the gravity chamber. She turned away. What the hell was going on? All she knew was that she was confused and hurting. Why had he rejected her. And, more importantly, why the hell had she kissed him? It felt right at the time, but she still had no idea why she had done it. It must have been hormones or something. After all, she couldn't stand him. But, still, that left her wondering why he had walked away. She knew he was attracted to her, he had admitted as much, and he had kissed her back, to start with. She touched her lips. Perhaps she didn't hate him as much as she thought. She dried her eyes on her sleeve and headed up to bed.

She woke up at noon the next day feeling like she was a little hung over. Dehydration could do that to a girl, especially one that had cried as much as she had last night. She stood up and groaned. She got some ibuprofen out of a drawer next to the bad and took it dry. Then she showered and headed down to the kitchen to find herself something to eat.

It was late, and Bulma was working in her lab, trying to forget all that had happened the previous night. So far, it had worked, but now her stomach was growling and distracting her. She kept poking it with her finger, but to no avail. It made a good point though, she hadn't eaten since she had woken.

She went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was full of leftovers. How odd. Vegeta hadn't been here, then. She looked at her watch. It was close to midnight. Surely that bottomless saiyan stomach on legs should have eaten something by now. Worry tugged at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it aside. She filled a plate, sat down, and discovered she could only pick at it. She couldn't hear any noise from upstairs. But that could mean anything. She sighed and pushed her plate away. If this nagging feeling wouldn't leave her alone she'd just have to prove it wrong. She went into the living room and looked out the window, checking to see if the gravity chamber was still active. It was. She walked outside, heading towards it.

Vegeta paused from his training, his stomach growling. He growled back at it. His muscles were aching. Stubbornly, though, he pushed on, his body was on it's last legs. He paused again, as the world started to spin around him and silver spots appeared to dance in front of his eyes. He took a step towards the door, and then everything went black.

Bulma peered in a window of the gravity chamber. There was no movement. She checked a panel next to the door. It was still active. She rushed around to another window and spotted Vegeta laying prone in the middle of the floor. Her hand went to her mouth as she gasped in horror. He wasn't moving at all. She deactivated the chamber and rushed inside.

"Vegeta!" She screamed. She shook him, trying to get him to wake up. Nothing happened. She felt for a pulse, it was there, but it was weak. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number. 'Please, please, please don't have turned it off.' She thought.

Her father picked up.

"Bulma, it's late..." He started.

"Daddy, please." She cut him off. "Get a medic down to the gravity chamber. Vegeta's collapsed, he's got a pulse, but it's weak. He needs medical attention right away."

"Sure. We'll be right there." He leaped out of bed, pulled on a dressing gown, and made the appropriate calls.

Two medics ran into the chamber, followed closely by Bulmas father. The medics checked Vegeta over, making sure he was stable, and then they loaded him onto a stretcher. They carried him up to the med win, with a very worried Bulma trailing behind, holding her fathers hand.

They laid him down on a bed. A doctor was already there. He checked Vegeta over again, then hooked him up to a bunch of machines and a drip.

"He will be alright?" Mr. Briefs asked the doctor.

"Yes, he will be. He's just exhausted. He'll be fine in a couple of days."

Both of the Briefs' breathed a sigh of relief. Bulmas father put his arms around her and gave her a hug. She collapsed into him. He stroked her hair.

"Everything will be fine, Bulma. You heard the doctor." He said.

"I know. I was just so worried."

Bulma moved away from her father, who quietly removed himself from the room, beckoning for the doctor to follow. She pulled a chair across the room and sat next to Vegetas bed. She touched his face. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. She brushed his hair back, then took his hand, watching him sleep. She stroked his hand as she watched him in silence, until, eventually she fell asleep.