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Stupid Monkey	By : VegsMate Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2429 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Special Thanks: to RM for beta-ing.

Chapter 13: When the Wolf Comes Home

I lay
back upon the roof of the main compound and cross my arms behind my head to gaze
up into the night. The sky is deeply dark with a few stars.

When I
was a little boy I used to stargaze during the late hours after running away
from some ridiculous function my father and mother would attend. It was the only
time then that I truly had to myself. I�d remember all the different
constellations my tutor taught me. Even though boredom was my affectation then,
astronomy has always fascinated me. When father spoke about the different worlds
I�d rule over, it was fun thinking of how I would reshape the galaxy, of how I�d
be one hell of an artist by changing the constellations.

The life
I led after Vegetasei�s destruction had changed the constellations for me, not
in the obvious way of worlds being destroyed, but rather looking at the skies
from so many angles; it has left me wondering where everything is: conglomerate
confusion. Sometimes it left my head spinning, and having to be shot around the
universe in that ping-pong ball was no help whatsoever. Not knowing always
angered me. Where was up and where was down� where was my fate truly? Even that
question bogged me down and at times I�d admit I was lost� so utterly lost. My
guides being Nappa and Radditzu were no help whatsoever in the big scheme of
things.

Here on
earth, I guess I�ve gotten used to seeing the stars at this angle. The only
problem is trying to figure out everything else. However, this night� it doesn�t
really matter too much, not as much as it probably will tomorrow when my senses
come back to me.

A
satisfied smirk creeps its way across my face. I think I�ve found part of my
fate. Not the kind I have to fight so hard for but a kind that is�

Easy?

That�s
not a word I can often use. Nothing ever comes easy to me. But Onna�she is so
fascinating, just like the stars, confusing and yet beautiful. She shines
brightly every time I see her. And only her do I want as she is� not to change a
thing.

The feel
of her hand upon my tail sent tingles up and down my spine. All I could think
about was how wonderful it was to have her touch me like that. But what
possessed me to tell her that if she could not get out of my hold then she
didn�t deserve to be free of it? I had no idea. All I knew was that I wanted
her. And she made my knees get weak.

I close
my eyes, reliving our last encounter. My mind conjures up the feel of her
delicate handling and my stomach churns. Knowing that no one is around, and not
really caring at the moment, I don�t stop myself from moaning aloud at the
memory as my tail coils and quivers.

Yes!
Don�t stop. Want. A strong urge and yes I want her. She will be my mate.

�But
remember a time when you were Frieza�s bitch? How he used to touch you? Not much
different from the way her fingers stroke you now, is it?�

I
almost gasped out load, partly from her caresses but mainly from the unwanted
thought. I couldn�t then let her continue and I abruptly turned away.

No,
not like Frieza! Not perverse. Only innocent. Nothing like that abominable
lizard! I tried to calm my thoughts. �That asshole is dead and I�m with Bulma
now.� I chuckle inwardly at my ridiculousness. What a thing to think about in
the middle of something so arousing. �I really am fucked up.�

�What�
what happened?� came her sweet voice, �Did I�did I hurt your tail?�

Oh no,
Hekigan, far from it. I chuckled at her obvious ignorance. If she only knew of
the power she just had over me�

After
explaining to her what it was she had done for me, I turned around to face her.
Those bright blue eyes of hers looked back at me with astonishment as the weight
of my words registered. She was so beautiful when she looked disbelieving that I
could not resist kissing her. The softness of her lips and the sweetness of her
mouth made me hunger for her. She opened up and I thrust my tongue in her mouth.
She kissed back, showing more want than she had earlier. Her response inflamed
my desire and I wanted to claim her as mine right there. But I knew I couldn�t
so I pulled away reluctantly and kissed the soft skin of her neck and then
whispered my ado.

Her
eyes were still closed when she responded with �Veggie.� Only my mate was
allowed to call me that and she will be mine soon enough. But I had to leave her
or else I might be too overwhelmed.

I slowly
open my eyes, still able to smell her scent. Delicious�

I sit up
and pull my legs in close and rest my chin on my crossed arms. She really did
try my control wearing that skimpy bikini and trotting around so alluringly.

�When
will the day come that I can have you, Hekigan?� I whisper to no one but the
stars. �Make it soon or I�ll go crazy.�

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

The
snarling and barking behind me is so close it�s maddening. I�m trying to run as
fast as my legs can carry me but my lungs are straining for air. I brush through
bushes and push past tree branches, scraping my legs and arms in the process, as
well as tearing my clothes. The stinging sensation as blood wells up and
trickles from my cuts is the least of my worries.

The
incessant snarls, the sound of their paws upon the forest floor, digging up the
dirt as they dash my way stirs my fear. I feel the burn in my chest and gasp for
breath. My aching limbs make me clumsy. As such, I dumbly trip over a badly
placed twig, fall forward with a hard thud, and tumble to a stop. I try to get
my bearings but the wolves are already upon me. I attempt to move away. It�s
useless. I�m surrounded. A sinking feeling of despair grapples me.

The
wolves, their eyes glow with an eerie blueness. They circle around me
predatorily as the earth spins, making me dizzy. I curl up into a ball; the
suffocating feeling of despair chokes me as my eyes start to tear. Through my
partially blurred vision I see the wolves suddenly stop their circling about to
attack. But they get up on their hind legs. What are they doing? Towering above
me, they grow into thin lines that quickly wrap over me until a cage is all I
can see out of. What the hell?

With wide
eyes full of shock and more fear than I ever want to feel, I grab hold of the
bars, desperate to free myself. Like iron they don�t even budge. But I�m
desperate and pretty damn scared out of my wits so I keep trying.

If you
can�t get free then you don�t deserve to be.

It�s like
the howl of the wind but very faint as if a whisper. Haven�t I heard those words
before? The thought is fleeting as the words induce me to try harder and I do.

�Ugh!�

But it is
no use. No use� Dammit!

I can�t
even stand up in this blasted thing! Plopping down I expel an exhausted breath.
Having been tired from running so long and being emotionally drained, I do
nothing but lean back and try to catch my breath. Tears fall down my cheeks
unchecked. My vision becomes blurry and not liking that, I wipe them viciously.

Suddenly
the dark bars of the cage start to expand. Beyond, the forest dims and in the
process it disappears, leaving consummate darkness. Everywhere.

For a
moment I just sit still, feeling more frightened now than before, and more than
oblivious as to what the hell is going on. I try to calm the ragged breathing of
my anxiety. Doing so, I reach out a hand to feel in front of me. Nothing is
there. I move on, realizing there doesn�t appear to be anything confining me. I
get up on my knees and reach further to be sure. Nothing. I take a deep breath
to calm my nerves more and stand up cautiously. Nothing is there to stop me from
standing at my full height so I do so.

I�m very
aware of the complete soundlessness of this place save for my own breathing and
my heart thumping in my chest. The lack of sound is deafening, though. Moments
pass and still nothing.

What kind
of void is this?

Splash.

My ears
seem to quirk as I wonder if it is not from my mind that I hear this. But again:

Splash.

I turn in
the direction I think it is coming from but blackness is all I see. I turn in a
different direction. Nothing. I hear the sound again and abruptly whirl around.

A slight
distance away is a puddle or I think it�s a puddle. All I can see is ripples,
black ripples with a hint of blueness but it isn�t distinct enough for me to be
sure. Somehow from above another droplet comes down. Blue. And when it splashes
the ripples become less black but bluer than before.

I walk
towards the little puddle, which suddenly changes, growing in diameter into a
pond. In a half circle, gray rocks start to solidify into being around it. I
stop a few paces from my destination with a furrowed brow.

Stepping
out of the blackness, from beyond the pool of water, a light gray appendage
seems to land upon one of the rocks. I don�t really know what it is, only being
able to see a specter of a creature, but my misgivings spark to life. The gray
turns silvery and forms into a wolf. I start in fear. Its blue glowing eyes lock
with mine and I�m frozen in place. A moment we stare at each other. I realize it
does not look as vicious as those other wolves did before. But is that the case?
It stares at me for mere seconds more then looks downward. Dipping its head
towards the pond it begins to drink. My anxiety tapers off slightly, but I�m no
more aware of the danger I�m in than the sound of my beating heart.

If I run
will it follow? I don�t answer that question. Nothing seems to as I take a step
back. But I stop myself. Why is that? Something tells me to run right now would
be a mistake. But why?

The wolf
laps the water a few times more and looks back at me.

You
don�t have to be trapped by your fears.

�What?
Who said that?�

Looking
around the black nothingness is a futile attempt but I do it anyway. I look back
at the wolf. �It can�t possibly be you? Can it?�

It poises
itself firmly on the rock, and then pounces forth over the little pond. I step
back with a slight scream, cursing myself and my stupidity for staying here.

You
don�t have to be trapped by your fears.

That
voice. Those words. They freeze me from fleeing.

The wolf
trots over to me almost in an uncertain manner. Something inside me tells me to
be calm and not to run. The wolf sits down directly in front of me.

Don�t
let fears cage you.

I reach
out my hand, and not really knowing what the hell I�m doing, I pet the damn
thing on its head. It makes a whimpery whining sound like an affectionate dog.
An involuntary smile tugs at my lips. I get down on my knees. The wolf inches
closer and I hold its head with my other hand and pet it gently. It then lies
down, nuzzling itself in my lap. I can�t help a slight laugh at how drastic a
contrast this is from my pervious encounter, as I caress its shaggy fur, from
the neck down its back and up again. It licks my hand and then my wrist, where I
scraped myself when running. It�s a soothing feeling and I smile down at the
creature tenderly.

Soon, all
the darkness around melts away, revealing a gray like forest. I�m not sure if it
is the same one as before. It doesn�t really matter. The grayness soon turns
winter white all around, from the grassy ground to the trees. Overhead however
everything is sky blue.

The wind
blows delicately, carrying with it black leaves. I follow their procession with
my eyes as they seem to be flying somewhere. My gaze falls upon a silhouette
standing near a huge tree. There is nothing distinct about him save for the
outline of his up swooped hair. Like black flames�

My eyes
shoot open. I quickly squint against the blinding light and turn over into my
pillow, somewhat bewildered. The haze of sleep soon disappears as I realize just
where I am.

That was
so�weird.

But what
the hell was it supposed to mean? Wolves chasing me? And then one being passive?
And the silhouette of�Vegeta? How odd!

I close
my eyes and try to calm myself. Waking up so abruptly made my heart thump
rapidly.

I sigh.

I had
this dream a couple times since the first. But only today has it ever gone
further than me being caged. I can�t say that I�m not slightly spooked and I
can�t say I�m entirely troubled. But it is certain sleep will not be so gracious
as to take me into its oblivion again with this on my mind.

Odd is
right. It was so real and frightening. But this new dimension to it is a
welcomed contrast. I wonder what it all means?

Vegeta�

I have
had dreams about him before�simple dreams, nothing too out of the ordinary,
since most of those dreams I had directly after my adventures on Nameksei.

This is
so different though, with a hint of a premonition. But the meaning�I am not sure
about it.

I sigh
again, not really wanting to figure it out.

It�s been
a few days since the Sons and Krillin came to visit. And it�s just wild�all that
has happened between Vegeta and me that day. I�m still sort of bemused by it
all. Bemused? Perhaps that is not the right word. Maybe overwhelmed, astonished.
It�s just so not normal. What is normal? So not usual, so out of place and not
expected, so foreign� yet so pleasant. And why shouldn�t it be? Arrogant,
cold-hearted, proud Saiyan no Ouji likes me, wants me. Truly! Well�he doesn�t
seem as cold-hearted as I used to believe. He is still arrogant and proud but I
don�t see how that has ruined anything that day or days since. He was so�I can�t
find words to describe it. But I liked it. I liked the way he treated me, how he
touched me so gently, how he kissed me with his full sensual lips, how his
penetrating eyes gazed at me intensely as if I meant so much to him.

I don�t
think Yamcha has ever looked at me like that. I grimace. No, I don�t think he
has�

The
feeling of resentment bubbles up in me.

I know
I�m going to have to see Yamcha soon. Either we are a couple or it�s over. I�m
sick of this limbo. But still, no matter how peeved I am at him, I don�t look
forward to seeing him about� I just don�t look forward to it. I know I shouldn�t
be� afraid but there is reason to be.

I�ve
never gone long without being in a relationship. Being with Yamcha close to a
decade is proof enough. But I don�t know. There is more to it�and perhaps that
is in regards to Vegeta. Yeah, I like him lots and yeah he makes me feel things.
But�truly what are his intentions towards me?

No, it�s
not that so don�t even go that route.

I sigh
again.

I guess
I�m scared of him� Am I? Yes and no. It�s not that I fear he will ever really
hurt me. Aside the fact that he seems smitten, I have a guarantee that he would
not be so dastardly. So there is no fear there. But it is scary to know
that�does he even know how to love? I mean he�s not the nicest guy in the
universe and he can be irritable like the best of them. But, I guess I�m just
afraid if I let myself fall for him, he won�t catch me.

I yawn
generously and turn over on my back.

Suddenly
my alarm clock blares and I jump in fright.

�Dammit!�

About to
reach it and turn it off, the door bursts open and slams against the wall.

�That�s
it! I can�t take it anymore!� Vegeta yells angrily. He thrust his hand out and
powers up a ki ball.

�Ahhh!� I
scream, retreating under my sheets. There is an explosion at the right side of
my bed and the annoying sound of my alarm clock dies out.

�That�ll
teach you to keep pressing snooze every nine minutes!� he yells, �Now get your
ass up! Blondy said breakfast is ready!�

I look to
my nightstand and the sorry display of broken machinery, all of my dream and
pondering forgotten. �You ass! How dare you destroy my alarm clock!�

�Get over
it! You can buy a new one! Now get up!�

�No! I�m
still tired!� I say, not really being tired but not in the mood to follow his
highness�s rude orders. I throw my covers over me again and lay down. I know he
won�t take too well with me ignoring him like this but at the moment I don�t
want to face the day. Even so, he�s going to retaliate�I just know it!

�Ahhh!� I
scream as the aggravated Saiyan grabs me up in his arms and carries me� Carries
me where? I can�t see.

�Stop
screaming!�

�Put me
down!� I struggle, more so trying to get this sheet from over my head. I
shouldn�t have tucked myself in that securely.

Suddenly
I hear a facet being turned, the sound of running water, and myself being placed
in� No, he wouldn�t! I scream even more as cold water hits me.

�Ve-ge-taaaaah!�

The
coldness is unbearable and I wildly try my best to untangle myself from the
sheet. I hit against the wall and fall over. I inch myself blindly out from
under the running water and cross over the door of the shower stall. �You
asshole! I�m going to fucking kill you!�

He�s
laughing. The baka is laughing!

I finally
get the damn sheet off me and crawl completely out of the shower dripping wet
everywhere. �You son of bitch!�

�Your
point?� he says with a satisfied smirk, his arms crossed.

�My what?
You�what tha�FUCK YOU!� I sputter, irritated that he�d have the gall.

He lets
out a hearty laugh tilting his head backwards.

�This is
not fucking funny!� And I don�t know why but I�m so angry that I begin to pummel
him in some futile attempt to make him stop. At first he seems to be caught off
guard with wide eyes as I attack him but then he grabs my wrists to stop me.
�Let go you asshole! Let go so I can give you the beating of your life!� With
those ridiculous words I struggle to get free.

�Onna,�
he says, keeping me quite still as he seems to be holding in his laughter. �You
want to give me the beating of my life?�

I stop
struggling for a moment and look at him.

He breaks
out in a wide grin and chuckles lightly. �You can�t be serious!� And he starts
laughing again.

�Fuck
you, Vegeta!� I growl and I tremble slightly. �Damn your strength.�

�Hekigan,
you silly onna,� he utters letting his laughter taper off. �If I let you go, do
you promise not to hurt me?�

�Bastard!
Don�t mock me!� I try to not shake so much from being wet but it�s difficult
since the air-conditioning system is on.

He�s
grinning. It�s so weird to see him grin. Usually I see smirks from him but not
grins. I don�t ignore the fact that he looks very handsome like this. It�s just
that knowing he is grinning at my expense doesn�t help my peevishness.

He leans
forward then and kisses me on my cheek. �You really must not sleep so late,� he
says softly, letting go of my wrists, �it doesn�t help your attitude.�

�Hn, you
should be one to talk,� I say, shivering still.

He hands
me a towel. �Here. As much as I love to see you dripping wet with see-through
clothes on I know you must be freezing.�

See-through? I look down at myself and realize I�m only in a white tank top, no
bra, and baby blue panties. I snatch the towel from him and cover myself as a
blush spreads across my cheeks. �Out!�

The sun
is setting ahead of me as I drive leisurely down the street. With my shades on
the glare isn�t too bad. A car to the right of me changes lanes. I push more on
my breaks to let him go ahead. I would otherwise be driving like a bat out of
hell, sideswiping everyone in my path. But this evening I�m rather� subdued�
more than I ever am, partly because of my destination and partly because of my
overall confusion.

I finally
decided it was about time I visited Yamcha. I know I�ve got to straighten things
out somehow. Although, I have no game plan whatsoever, no clue about what I�m
going to say or what I really want. I�m just going to wing it.

That
dream I had really freaked me out, not in the way it may seem, but in the doubt
department. I mean a part of me feels that if things are meant to be with Yamcha
then it will work out, otherwise I�m free for other pursuits. But another part
of me, that�s angry and resentful, wants to just tell him off and go with Vegeta.

I ring
the doorbell at his top floor apartment. I wait as patiently as I can while
playing with the tan and cream colored scarf tied around my neck. Still in my
business attire since I decided to come here straight from work. It matches
nicely with the caramel skirt and jacket as well as my cream colored blouse. My
hair is tied up in a bun. I am not sure if I should just take it out or keep it
as is.

�Coming!�
I hear him call from far away. A few seconds later Yamcha opens the door with a
slight smile on his face. Once realizing it�s me he frowns.

�What?� I
say, a bit turned off by his attitude, �Expecting someone else?�

�Wouldn�t
you like to know,� he retorts standing in the door and blocking my entry.

�Am I
unwanted?� I asked crossly.

�You
don�t think I have a right to be angry?�

�That�s
what I�m here about!� I say crossing my arms and eyeing him with disapproval.
�You gonna let me in, or do I have to force my way through?�

He moves
aside and gestures for me to come in. �Man, if I didn�t know any better I�d say
you�ve been hanging with Vegeta way too much.�

I walk
down the short hallway and turn the corner into the living room. �Well if you
must know, I have been. Recently, the Sons, Krillin, Vegeta and I spent a day
full of fun together. If you hadn�t been acting like an asshole maybe you could
have joined in on the fun�Well then again maybe not. Vegeta hasn�t taken too
well to you.�

�You came
here to talk about Vegeta or what?� he grounds out apprehensively with quite a
bit of jealously too.

�Well you
were the one to point out that I have been hanging around Vegeta a lot.� I begin
to think menacingly. �I just wanted to confirm your suspicions. Though I must
say this is the only time you�ve ever been on point. Your other presumptions are
baseless.�

�Oh, cut
the crap Bulma! We both know I�m right about that Liam guy.�

I smirk
knowingly. I gave him an opportunity to suspect me of being with Vegeta. I don�t
know why I did that. I guess it�s my more sadistic side that wanted to play with
him. But if he wants to believe that Liam has captured my fancy then I don�t
know what to do with him. �Yamcha, I didn�t cheat on you with Liam!�

�Yeah,
and I�m supposed to believe that after what I heard?�

�Believe
what you want!� I say, with my arms still crossed. I am acting like Vegeta�but
the thought isn�t a bad one. �You�ll just be making a fool of yourself.�

�Oh come
off it, Bulma!�

�No! You
come off it!� I yell. �Have I ever done anything to make you suspicious?�

�Bulma,�
he says, calming himself down a bit, �you took his phone number.�

�So what!
That�s all I did! Unlike you who likes to autograph bras from your bimbo fans!
But your fidelity isn�t on the line now, is it?�

He
blushes brightly.

�Honestly, Yamcha,� I say, attempting to calm myself too. I sit down on the
couch and he does as well still quite chagrin.

�You
pissed me off before when you didn�t want to deal with our problems. Why would I
go to a club to throw it all away after being so distraught by it? Do you think
I�m that fickle? That I�d want to just throw it all away because of a tiff? I�ve
had many with you. And considering your logic I must have been cheating on you
since you got wished back. But that�s absurd! I am not the type of person to
beat around the bush. You know that. If I want something, I am not going to let
anything hinder me from getting it. If I really wanted someone else I would have
let you go and been on my marry way. Besides I would not have been so pissed off
with you and be trying to fix this relationship.�

I start
to feel anger about these thoughts, of trying so hard, and all these years, the
lack of trust he has for me. It seems it�s really all for naught�I�ve wasted so
much time�so much of my life. I can feel it, a deep resentment.

I take a
deep cleansing breath, not wanting to feel any of this.

�More to
the point, Yamcha,� I say reasonably agitated, �Have I ever given you a reason
to not trust me? Have I?� He looks at me confused, doubtful perhaps of his
suspicions. �On the contrary, I haven�t. But you, mister, have given me plenty
of reasons to be suspicious of you. Or have you forgotten that wanting to sign
that bimbo�s bra was not the first time I�ve ever seen you spark my
suspicion?�

�Okay, I
get the picture,� he says quite defeated but not in a whiny tone like he used to
have. �Sorry for doubting you.�

�Don�t
be�it is sort of expected,� I say, still quite put off.

�Well
what do you want me to say?�

I sigh.
�Nothing�I�m very much� wounded right now. I don�t think anything you say can
make me feel better.� I uncross my arms and grab one of his hands that lay not
too far from me. He gently squeezes back. I don�t look at him, though, as I
wallow in confusion. I don�t feel happy at all. Maybe coming here was just a
mistake, that wanting to reconcile with Yamcha is not the best thing.

�I�ve
been thinking,� I say after moments of silence. �That maybe what we have isn�t
working out.�

�What?�

�You
heard me.� I still don�t look at him.

�We can
make it work,� he says hastily, �I�m really sorry for accusing you, I should
have known better.�

I look at
him. �But Yamcha we are always at each other�s throat about something. And then
when we�re happy with each other again, it doesn�t last too long. I�m just so
tired of going back and forth like this.�

�No one
ever said it would be easy.�

�Yeah,
you�re right but does it have to be this hard? I mean I�m not happy. I don�t
know��

He pulls
me close to him and wraps me in his arms. �We can make this work. I love you,
Bulma. And I�d do anything for you.� He leans in close and kisses me. I just
let him for a moment and then feeling obliged I kiss back. I don�t know what I�m
doing. But it�s not with passion that I feel for him. The realization hits hard.
It�s not like with Vegeta. I don�t feel my heart racing or blood pumping rapidly
through my veins. I don�t feel like I�m battling with a great tsunami or
hurricane. I feel like�like�I�m�there is nothing to excite me. There is no
passion, no flames to burn me.

I break
away. �Yamcha, I-I��

�It�s
okay, Bulma, I�m here for you.�

I�m about
to respond that he�s got it all wrong, that there is more that he doesn�t
understand but the doorbell rings. We look over the couch towards the hallway.

�Who
could that be,� he mutters not happy about the interruption, but he gets up
nonetheless to answer.

I sit
mulling over my new revelation. I can�t believe it, as much as it is an awkward
feeling, I think Vegeta has ruined me for all other men. I don�t know what to
think or feel. Happiness? Sadness? A mixture of emotions, a confusing mass of
thoughts. When did life become so complicated?

I hear
muffled voices, an attempt to keep quiet.

�Oh come
on, Yamcha-chan,� a woman�s voice, �I thought it would be a wonderful idea.
Instead of just meeting me, it�d be better if I came here to pick you up.�

Yamcha-chan? What the fuck is going on? I get up from my seat and walk around
the couch towards the hallway. Yamcha is standing in the doorway blocking
whoever it is in front of him from coming in. I crane my neck to the right to
get a better view and see a brunette.

�Well,
I�m kind of busy at the moment,� Yamcha says in a panicky voice.

�What do
you want me to do? Wait out here till seven?� the Brunette asks which will be in
about thirty minutes. �I honestly don�t see what the big deal is.� And she
pushes past him. Yamcha whirls around and tries to stop her.

�Oh,� she
says abruptly stopping, eyes staring at me, �who�s she?�

�Uh�well�um�� Yamcha stutters. �This is� um, my friend� Bulma.�

�Friend?
Try girlfriend,� I say, holding out my hand. �Bulma Briefs and what�s your
name?� I already know this is so wrong but I am not going to freak out here. I
will not. I�ll act indifferent and then leave.

The
brunette gapes at me for a moment and then yells, �girlfriend?! I�m his
girlfriend!�

�What!� I
holler, not believing what I just heard. Initially I thought maybe there was an
explanation that perhaps I might be mistaken, since Yamcha did think I was
cheating on him when he met Liam. And we all know how wrong he was on that. But
this! I look at my soon to be dead boyfriend. �Tell me this is some sort of
joke!�

Yamcha,
too nervous to do anything just stutters and looks like a complete fool.

�I don�t
believe this! And you have the gall you accuse me of cheating without any proof!
You fucking asshole! Vegeta was right! Everyone was right!�

�Babe, I
can explain!� Yamcha attempts to say as the brunette curses her anger at
Yamcha�s lack of consideration for her. �I was really very angry about what
happened before. I thought you did cheat so I wanted to get back at you.�

�Asshole!� I yell.

�What the
fuck are you talking about?� the brunette exclaims, �you used me for two months
just to get back at her?!�

�Two
months?!� I gasp looking at the brunette. I whirl to look at Yamcha. �Two months
you�ve been cheating on me?!�

�Bulma,
no, it wasn�t like that!� Yamcha says trying to calm me down by grabbing my
shoulders.

�NO! You
let go of me!� I pull away abruptly and smack him across the face. �You
worthless piece of shit! You lied to me! You said no more childish games, that
things would be different! You were fucking around behind my back this whole
time! What kind of person are you?!� I move towards the door quickly. �Don�t you
ever come near me again Yamcha. We�re through!�

I slam
the door and run towards the elevator, not believing any of this. I press the
down button three times and stand back. My heart is racing and my cheeks are
hot. I can feel the moisture coming to my eyes but I fight it back. I will not
cry over that lowlife. He is beneath me.

Suddenly
I hear the door at the end of the hallway opening and Yamcha calling my name. I
put my hands over my ears. The litany of his voice is driving me insane. To
think I allowed him to touch me! �Open up you stupid door!�

Just then
my wish is granted and I dash into the empty elevator.

�Bulma
wait!�

�Fuck
you, Yamcha!� I quickly press the button for the lobby and to close the door.
But he sticks his hand in between as it is just about to close and forces it to
open up. Damn his speed!

�Bulma
wait,� he says, pushing himself in.

I slap
him across his face again. �We have nothing to talk about! It�s over!� the door
closes then and the elevator descends.

�No,
Bulma�Babe, please listen to me!� He grabs a hold of me and I try to push away
but the ass is using his goddamn strength against me.

�Get the
fuck off! There is nothing that I want to hear from you!�

�Bulma
please, I love you. That other girl doesn�t mean anything to me!�

�Yeah,
everyone who loves their girlfriend cheats to express their devotion! Fuck off
Yamcha! Or do I have to call Goku to kick your ass?�

�You
wouldn�t!�

�I would!
Better yet, he might be merciful so perhaps Vegeta would be better! He�d really
love to rip you a new fuck hole!�

He backs
off. And just then the little bell rings and the door opens. I straighten my
clothes, sending my ex a deadly glare, and then walk out.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

I think
I�m getting weak. Musing all the time about Onna and then attempting to train is
a very stupid thing to do. But for the life of me I cannot just cast all
thoughts of her aside for more than ten minutes. This is insane. I wonder if
Kakkarot has a problem like this with his mate. Well the fact that he is in love
with her I suppose he has it different and since I am not capable of love I
cannot compare. Aside from that I wonder if Braindead ever really does think as
much. I guess his head would just be full of nothingness.

�Ugh!� I
grunt as a ki blast hits me in my back. �Fuck! Not again!� I fall to the floor.

I quickly
get up and retaliate with a barrage of blasts. The droids attempt to bat them
away and use their own �ki� attacks. These new droids are far better than those
bots Briefs made for me. Instead of only using deflective capabilities, Bulma
made droids that can actually use ki energy. It�s not like the kind of ki energy
that a living being would have, sort of energy blast�like electric impulses, but
different. They�re also bigger and more mobile.

The
onna�s handy work is really something. She told me that she had been working on
these for a while and wanted to surprise me with it. She did that the day after
Kakkarot & co. visited on Sunday. It was in the evening after dinner. Briefs and
his mate went off somewhere and Bulma took me to the living room to show me her
surprise. I was surprised of course. She told me that I complain too much about
the bots that she wanted to make me �toys� that would shut me up for at least a
month.

I was
sitting on the couch watching her give a presentation of the droids and how they
work, all the different features, and the durability.

�So
now you won�t have to complain everyday about how the bots are broken and all
that stuff,� she said pressing the off button. The green glow of the LCD screen
slowly went off. �These babies are so well built I shouldn�t have to worry about
your nonstop bellyaching.�

�Hekigan, you should know by now that nothing you build for me can last too
long,� I said, having a lot of pride in the fact.

�Oh
please, Veg,� she dismissed quickly, �I�ll give you a month, no more, no less.
It should be able to hold up during that time.�

�I
doubt it.�

She
frowned and put her hands on her hips while bending down to get in my face. �You
had better not be on a mission to purposely destroy these things! I worked
really hard on them!�

I
smirked, being pretty amused at her perturbation. I reached out my hand and
grabbed her by the elbow. Spinning her around quite quickly, I jerked her back
and into my lap.

�Vegeta!� she gasped.

My
tail wrapped around her waist as I chuckled. �Silly Onna, you know I always try
to push myself to the limit. I can�t work with machinery if it cannot withstand
my power.�

�Must
you always try to ruin everything I make for you?�

I
ignored her and moved some hair from her neck to kiss the soft sensitive skin.
One of my hands moved to caress her flat stomach. I moved it up under her tank
top. Her hand came over mine to stop me. I didn�t go further but lightly stroked
her tummy instead.

�Vegeta�� she breathed out, but not resisting most of my advances.

�Yes,
Hekigan?� I whispered.

�What-what do you think you�re doing?�

�Thanking you, what else?�

�Oh��

�I
really appreciate it.�

�Really?�

�Yes,�
I said, �But I am warning you, they won�t last very long.�

�You
bastard!� she yelled but not as fiercely as she usually does. She tried to get
off my lap then but my tail held her firmly. �You had better not break them on
purpose!�

I
chuckled. �Silly Onna.�

Nothing
else happened that night. I kissed her a few more times on the neck and enjoyed
her scent, the feel of her body against mine. I just gave her a kiss on the lips
afterwards and went off to the GR for more training with my new droids, which by
the way are activated by voice command and can follow me where I want them to.

�Ugh!� I
fall hard on the floor again. �Shit! I didn�t see that coming.� Well I have been
daydreaming about the onna. Two more droids shoot energy blasts at me. I try to
block them. Then a third and a forth one attack. �Dammit!�

I throw
open the door to the gravity capsule and walk out, very much pissed off. They
didn�t last! They fucking blew up!

Darkness
has already spread overhead so I make haste to get into the main compound,
knowing that Onna should be here any moment. I throw open the door to the
kitchen.

�Oh, good
evening, Vegeta-chan,� Blondy says. �Dinner is just about ready. Why don�t you
wash up a bit while I set the table?�

I grunt
in response. Not feeling the Onna�s ki at all anywhere near Capsule Corp., I
decide to take a chance with blonde onna�s intellect by posing a question.
�Where�s your daughter?�

�Bulma?
Well she should be finished with work by now. If that�s the case then she should
be home.�

�She
isn�t�

�Oh, well
I don�t know. Why don�t you ask sugar dumpling?�

�Sugar
what?�

�Her
father,� she says as she finishes stirring something in a pot. She puts one of
her hands at her chin resting the elbow in the other hand. She appears to be
thinking. �Oh, no, wait. He�s not here.� She giggles. �Still at the office
downtown.�

I humph
and leave the room. That was five minutes I cannot get back.

Over an
hour has passed and I�ve been waiting for the onna. Having had dinner and a
shower, I sit downstairs in the living room on a big comfortable chair with my
laptop. I hate waiting. I am very impatient. And what little patience I have is
running thin. Going on the internet somehow seems to make me feel like I�m doing
something. These chat rooms are a waste of time. The onna showed it to me over a
week ago when the Briefs were in London.
All these people do is talk about stupidity.

Star79:
shut up you idiot! hey everyone, Saiyajin is gay

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
fuck you!

Anoxsina:
hey, I did your mom

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
anox, do you know who I am?

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
I am the prince of all Saiyajin, you ASSWIPE!!

Anoxsina:
fuck you!!!!

Kandy_ass:
jeenee, that movie rocked!!!

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
You�re lucky I don�t know where you live

Fff908
joined the room

Jeenee6789:
yeah, fuckin� blew up those heads, did you see it?

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
or else I�d break your arms off and beat you with them

Star79:
lol@ouji

Fff908:
hello peeps!!

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
Then I�d rip your still beating heart out and smash it in your face

Anoxsina:
you�re sick

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
Mwhahahahaaa, why don�t you give me your address?

Serenity_love:
hey, Saiyajin, Jesus loves you

Saiyajin_no_Ouji:
I really do like to go through with my threats

Anoxsina:
fuck you dipshit.

I start
to chuckle and am about to type a reply when I hear someone pressing the keypad
outside to open the door. I seek out their ki and find it to be Onna�s. I close
my laptop and put it on the coffee table, remembering that she has a few droids
to fix and my impatience at waiting. In the back of my mind I do realize I could
have just trained without them but wanting to see the onna, I had ignored that
obvious solution.

I get up
and proceed towards the door. She comes in and closes it quietly. With most of
the lights off except a solitary lamp far away near the kitchen, it�s not
surprising that she doesn�t notice me as she slowly walks towards the stairs. I
meet her half way.

�Where
have you been?� I ask a bit put off.

She gasps
and flinches away. �Vegeta!� she exclaims. She takes a deep breath to calm
herself. �Goodness, you scared me.�

I smirk.
She deserves as much making me wait for her. �You should not have come in so
late! I�ve been waiting for you! And you know I hate waiting.�

�Vegeta,
not now,� she says in a low voice.

�Not now?
Why the hell not? You know those droids you made for me? They fucking exploded!
A month? Ha! Get real, Onna.�

�Vegeta,
would you please?� Her tone is rather soft and exhausted. �I am not in the mood
to argue with you, okay?�

I take a
closer look at her face. Her eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. That can�t
be. My Onna never cries. She looks so forlorn.

�What
happened to you?�

�Nothing.�

�Don�t
tell me nothing!� I snap. I don�t know why but I�m suddenly troubled and a bit
anxious to know what happened.

�Vegeta,
I really don�t want to talk about it,� she utters still in a low voice. She
tries to push past me but I don�t let her go.

�Tell me,
Hekigan,� I attempt a soft voice since she obviously is not in the mood to react
to my yelling.

She
shakes her head, not wanting to talk and looks away with blinking eyes. �Please,
Vegeta, I just want to go to bed.� A tear runs down her cheek. My tail wraps
around her waist and gently pulls her flush against me. I cup her face with one
hand and wipe that tear away. There is no reason she should be crying. Whoever
has done this to her will pay.

�Vegeta,
please,� she pleads with embarrassment and holding her head down.

�Alright,
Hekigan,� I say unfurling my tail from her waist. I take her by the hand and
lead her upstairs. She follows soundlessly.

Once we
get to her room, I let her in first and close the door behind me. She sits down
on her bed, kicking off her high heels and untying the scarf from around her
next. She then lies down. I sit down by her side watching her carefully as she
tries to bridle her emotions. Her face is a bit flush from the effort and her
eyes are darkly blue. She rests the back of her hand on her forehead but not
before I see her brow furrow. The only illumination of the room is coming from
outside the balcony doors where a lamp has been automated to come on just before
the sun completely sets.

I wait
for her to speak. I won�t leave until she tells me what has happened.

She
reaches out and grabs my hand. �Veggie,� she says and tugs me close. I let her
and fall down onto the pillow beside her. She smiles sadly at me and turns away.
Still holding my hand she makes it lay on her stomach. I pull her back close
against my front and bury my face in her hair.

She
begins to tell me what happened today with the weakling fornicator. I become
angry when she tells me that they reconciled and that he kissed her. She could
tell by the tension in my arms as I hold her tightly and tries to reassure me.
As if I need it. She tells me that she didn�t feel anything for him, that
something wasn�t right. I am glad. She ought to not feel anything for that
recreant. Then I hear about some brunette and the argument that ensues. She
tells me that she was so devastated, that she couldn�t believe that he would
cheat on her for two months. It was one thing if it had been one time, but how
many times in two months? He had promised her that things would be different.
When they were talking earlier and he apologized she says he had seemed guilty
about wanting to sign the bimbo�s bra but�

�He�s
such a hypocrite!� she yells. �Before anything we were supposed to be friends. I
admit I don�t love him like I used to. It was obvious by the way I felt when
kissing him. But he�s been fucking around behind my back for two months! And
that is just what the brunette said. Who knows how many other girls he�s been
sleeping around with?!�

Her voice
is so strained like she�s trying to hold back. I tighten my arms around her
more, hoping that she�d be okay and a little more than guilty for not telling
her sooner. But why would I care to? It wasn�t my business then. She should have
known better.

�I
trusted him, Vegeta,� she whispers bitterly over clinched teeth. �We were
supposed to be friends. He fucking betrayed me. Two fucking months! Can you
believe it?�

Dammit!
If only she could have smelled him. It was so obvious.

She tries
to turn around in my embrace. I loosen my hold on her and she moves to face me,
resting her head on my chest. �Oh, Veg, I must seem like a fool. I mean�there
were signs. I should have known something wasn�t right. But I never seem to have
luck in relationships. Once I wanted to wish for the perfect boyfriend using the
dragonballs. When I met Yamcha along my little adventures with Goku, I thought
he was the one. I couldn�t get luckier than that, right?�

I don�t
know what to say to her and I hope she isn�t expecting much from me where words
are concerned.

She
sighs. �When will I grow up and realize dreams are for children?�

�Baka!
You don�t just sit back and expect to get what you want. You have to fight for
it.�

�Vegeta,
we�re not talking about battles here. We�re talking about love.�

�Fuck
love. It�s not real.�

She looks
up at me. �You�re not serious, are you?�

�Well
look where it�s gotten you. You�ve been so blinded by it that you didn�t even
see that fucker of a boyfriend has been cheating on you. Honestly, Hekigan, I
know you�re smarter than that.�

She
pushes away from me and sits up. �Dammit Vegeta!�

I sit up
too; annoyed she isn�t in my arms anymore.

�So what
is it that you feel for me?�

What the
fuck is that supposed to mean? �Don�t be stupid, Onna. What kind of question is
that?�

�What?
Then why is it that you�ve been all over me lately? You told me you wanted me.
Is it just lust? Is it that you don�t care? That you just want somebody to screw
with?�

I gape at
her, not really knowing how to reply. I don�t just want someone I can fuck. I
want someone I can fuck with for the rest of my life. It�s not like I�ll be
using her like that weakling. I won�t cheat on her. All I want is her,
completely. Always. But I really don�t know how to say it.

�I-I want
you as my mate.� And suddenly, I don�t know why but I�m blushing. What kind of
power does she have over me? And why the hell am I feeling so awkward? Dammit to
hell!

�Vegeta...I can�t...� she hesitantly says as a tear runs down her cheek, �I
don�t know if I can be with someone who doesn�t love me.�

For a
moment I don�t know what to say to that. It�s not fair. Why should love mean
anything? It�s just a stupid human sentiment with no value. People fall in and
out of love all the time. I�ve seen it on that goddamn TV. I don�t want
something like that, that doesn�t last long. What was I thinking to want her? If
she just wants fleeting affairs then I won�t� I don�t need her!

�Fine,
then I guess I can�t be with you either,� I say. Her eyes widen as I get up to
walk away. But I feel a tug and stop myself to turn around. My tail is tightly
wrapped around her upper thigh. She looks at me with confusion but with a bit of
what seems like expectation, like she�s hoping I didn�t mean what I said.

�Vegeta?�

I growl
and unfurl my tail to wrap it tightly around my waist. �I really do not
understand you humans. Saiyajin are not fickle like that; we aren�t ruled by
stupid sentiments that can change whenever it�s convenient. When I mate it will
be for life, not for transient love.�

She
reaches her hand out to me shaking her head. �Vegeta, but I��

I snarl
at her and turn away to get to the door.

�Vegeta!
Wait!� I hear her get up off the bed and quickly follow me. �I want exactly what
you want!�

I turn
around rather annoyed, mainly at the fact that I am now confused. I hate being
confused! �I thought you said you could not be with someone who doesn�t love
you?�

�Yeah�
but I want someone I can be with for the rest of my life, someone I can trust
and who trusts me.�

�So what
does love got to do with it?�

�Do you
even know what love is?�

The fact
that I am not keen on it makes me wonder if I over reacted. I cross my arms and
eye her peevishly.

�Perhaps
you have misconceptions,� she offers.

I clinch
my jaw. �It�s possible.�

She
smiles slightly and holds her hand out to me. �Come here,� she says softly.

I look at
her hesitantly, not wanting to just come at her beckon so easily, although a big
part of me wants to. Why? I don�t know. I feel somewhat... powerless, that she
has a power unforeseen over me. It�s an absurd notion but I think there is some
truth to it.

�What?�
she giggles somewhat, brushing a few stray strands from her eyes, �I don�t
bite.�

I raise
an eyebrow in suspicion as to what she means but I go to her nonetheless and
take her hand. Something about the way it feels as I touch it conjures up that
sensual dream I had about her.

She takes
me back over to the bed and we sit down. She holds my hand in both of hers right
at the junction of her thighs. An innocent gesture I suppose. I don�t say
anything as I watch her gazing down at my hand, gently caressing it with her
thumbs.

�Love,�
she finally says after what seems like consideration, �isn�t transient.�

�It sure
seems that way with how you and that weakling fornicator carried on.�

She
flinches a bit as if someone slapped her and looks at me. I suddenly feel I
shouldn�t have been so blunt and involuntarily squeeze her hand as if for
compensation. I scowl deeply. Since when do I ever feel guilty? But haven�t I
been in regards to her?

�That is
different,� she says looking away. �We had problems to begin with and the love
that could have blossomed and grown strongly was withered away because of the
lacking sustenance needed.�

�So are
you telling me that love is not just some emotion?� I bite off the last word
with disgust, not liking weak emotions in the first place. Feelings like hate
and anger, now that is something that makes one strong.

�No, it�s
not... It�s part and parcel,� she trains her gaze on me, �The fact that too many
people don�t realize that is the reason why love dies so early.�

I�m still
sort of confused. But it would make sense that like other emotions the
expression of it is needed to understand. What is odd though is that I know
humans play it off to mean something more.

�I guess,
I�m just beginning to realize, Vegeta,� she continues, �and I won�t make the
same mistake.�

I don�t
know what to make of her statement but it seems to agree with me. She doesn�t
want what she had with that recreant; she wants something more transcendental
than what is common. I can live with that since all I want is a life mate.

She
yawns. �I hope you understand now.�

I gaze
into her blue eyes, wondering what she truly was trying to accomplish by this
little lesson. But the fact that her tired gaze leaves mine and looks toward her
pillow, tells me she is more tired than anything else.

�Hekigan,� I say softly, �tomorrow morning you have droids to fix. Don�t forget
it.�

�I told
you they will last for a month, didn�t I?� she says raising an eyebrow, with an
almost smug look on her face.

�Onna,
did you not hear me earlier when I told you they exploded?�

�Did you
not recall I said they will last a month?�

�Well
they didn�t.�

�Do you
honestly think I would boast such a thing if I had not been fully prepared for
this? Please Vegeta! Give me more credit.�

�But Onna,
they��

She puts
her index finger over my mouth to hush me. I�m stunned too much before I can
act.

�I only
gave you four to play with, Vegeta Ouji. I am fully prepared for a few of them
to go the way of shrapnel. But they all will last a month before I have to build
more.�

My eyes
are wide as I realize what she means.

She
removes her finger from my lips and she kisses me there. I kiss back and wrap my
arms around her. She parts her lips slightly and I do the same as she sucks on
my lower lip. My hands are at her waist and I pull her onto my lap, having her
straddle me.

She pulls
away from kissing me, to cover her mouth in an attempt to stifle her yawning.
�I�m sorry, Veg.� She giggles a bit. �But I�m so tired.�

I let go
of her and she plops down on the bed with a hearty yawn and stretches. �Damn,
I�m just so drained.�

�Of
course you are, you little weakling.� I lay down beside her. �But it�s
expected.� I kiss her on the lips one last time before she turns around and
nuzzles into one of the big pillows.

�Goodnight, Veggie-chan,� she whispers while holding one of my hands over her
chest. I inhale her scent and murmur likewise.

~~~*~~~***~~~*~~~

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