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Learning how to Live	By : Vegetalk Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“How long is this going to take?” Vegeta finally broke the silence along with his own internal thought in a stern, calm tone.
“I don’t know, Vegeta.” Her response tired, “I think I might need to consult dad, but he’s away on business.” She stood up and turned to him with a concerned look, he was just glaring back as he always would, arms crossed tightly over his chest. She would on occasion find herself feeling sorry for him, desperately clinging onto hope that he was misunderstood and.... “Why-why not take a break from training just until he gets back?” She asked, cautiously, knowing what a delicate subject that was. Vegeta let out an abruptly patronizing sigh-of-a-laugh that implied she didn’t understand him, closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief, turning to leave the room, his arms uncrossing and falling to his sides.
“Vegeta! Wait, I need to… We, need to talk, about, about something important.”
Vegeta didn’t stop, so she had no choice but to blurt it out loud.
“I’m pregnant, Vegeta.” She said sternly.
He angrily began to snap back at her, “Why would I care, wom-!“ abruptly stopping, realizing just what she was implying. His thoughts shoot back to the intimacy with her he’d tried so hard to wipe from his memory. His eyes flew open as he immediately turned to face her, his brows soon furrowing with anger, mouth slightly agape and body posture on edge. “…Us?!” He exclaimed, albeit quietly, almost a hiss, somewhat a loss for words.
Bulma began to nod slowly, averting her eyes away from his intense gaze. “Yeah. Us.” She replied, with shame and guilt in her voice.
Vegeta finally looked away, at the floor, his eyes flickered about in thought for a few moments before he glanced back to her angrily. “You fool!” He growled lowly, accusatory, “This is all your fault!”
Before Bulma had a chance to even think of a response, Vegeta had left the room and launched from the ground, the dust billowing out from his trajectory. When Bulma came outside, his form was just a spec against the setting sun in the distance.
Bulma’s lip wrinkled slightly. “Eugh!” But she also couldn’t help be annoyed, in spite of how predictably that went. “Why do I care?” She questioned to herself, “Why do I care!” She shrugged and slapped her hands against her sides in dismay, shaking her head at the sunset, and making her way inside. She was lucky enough to have a privileged life and that it didn’t matter how he felt. It shouldn’t matter, anyway. And he was right, it was her fault…
Against the deafening sound of air intensely racing past him as he flew, Vegeta’s mind was a concentrated panic of disorganized thought. He had always purposely blocked certain aspects of life from the forefront of his existence, because the truth was, he simply didn’t know what to do with such thoughts and the emotions they should provoke. He was scared of them, scared they would interfere with what mattered. He touched down on a rocky cliff edge staring off into the distance, his posture tense even without her onlooking gaze. His biggest concern? The permanent reminder of what had happened, a permanent distraction from his goals. And perhaps worse still, everyone would know his secret - that even he succumbed to fleshly desires. That thought alone made him feel nauseous. He wanted so much to be a perfect, objective warrior, removed from the emotional and carnal realities of being a living thing, because that was easier than feeling anything. He let out a deflated sigh, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the cool evening air, desperately trying to relax, he forced his fists to loosen.
After sustaining what anyone else would accept were serious injuries earlier that year, when he’d accidently blown up the entire gravity chamber under his intense training, he found himself under the care of the briefs family in a way no one had cared for him before. And during that time of weakness, she had taken advantage of him. Or that’s how he saw it at least… Vegeta snarled to himself at the memory, distressed by the fact that he had let it happen. His fear of letting anyone in had been confronted boldly by that insane blue-haired human, and now he would have to deal with the repercussions. His illogical fears confirmed in his illogical mind. During his time recuperating, his forced interactions with her had grown ever more tolerable.
As he’d lay in that bed, resting away his injuries and finally allowing his Saiyan cells to do what they do best; repair and become ever stronger, he’d awoken twice now to Bulma, that strange woman, at his bedside. This time she lent with an elbow on his bed, smiling at him creepily as he opened a sleepy eye at her. He groaned, closing his eyes tight. How long had she been there this time? He pushed himself upright, holding his ribs for support as he did so. And she sat up too, handing him a cup of water, to which he glanced at before looking back at her and accepting it, downing it.
“How are you feeling?” She asked, cheerfully.
“I’m fine.” Was all he ever snorted back.
She sat on his bed. He’d become increasingly accepting of her pushy interactions and was starting to realize they were perhaps harmless after all. She rested a hand on his back and smiled at him. He’d frozen and was not yet willing to gratify her with an acknowledgement just yet, but it was a world away from batting her hand off with a snarl. She wasn’t sure if it was exhaustion, or perhaps that he was finally becoming more… human, for want of a better term.
Bulma wasn’t particularly great at making other people feel good, but she had sensed that this strange, angry man needed her encouragement. And something about him saddened her. Perhaps she was just putting her own feelings onto him, but he seemed so, so… lonely. There was only one thing he seemed to care about. “Well, it’s incredible that you’re alive.” She finally said. “You’re unbelievably strong.” Vegeta enjoyed the acknowledgement, “of course” but wasn’t about to let her know he enjoyed anything she said. “Why would that surprise you?”
Taken aback, Bulma was flustered. “Well, it doesn’t, but…” She was annoyed by the way he twisted everything, but she tried to keep calm against her nature, “I meant more than physically. To be able to endure what you do, you must be incredibly strong in there!” She tapped his head playfully, winking, and he turned to look at her starkly. If only she knew how wrong that was. If only he knew.
“Are you scared?” She continued, turning away to look out the window at the new gravity room she and her father were working on. “About the androids, I mean.” Vegeta stared at her for a moment, “No.” following her gaze out the window. “My biggest concern is becoming more powerful than Kakarot.” She looked back to him, confused and a little sickened. “And in attaining that goal, I will become strong enough to defeat these androids with ease, no?” He smirked playfully at her. Bulma couldn’t help but sigh, she had lost any patience she had “And why is that so important?”
Vegeta’s face turned sour in response, “because the title of Super Saiyan was reserved for me and he stole that glory!” He snapped angrily, wheezing a little with gritted teeth, turning back to her. “All my life I worked towards destroying Freiza. It was all I lived for!” He suddenly felt embarrassed for divulging too much, stopping himself and raising his head tall with a staggered painful breath, in part from rage and in part from the pain of his bruised ribs.
Bulma was a little intimidated by Vegeta’s first true, meaningful conversation with her. She didn’t want to cause him any more distress, but she was enjoying seeing this side of the private man. “At the rate you’re progressing, and with our helpful facilities,” she proudly added “I’m sure you’ll reach that goal.” She said it with a gentle smile, not really sure if she truly believed it. Vegeta’s expression softened towards her and the smirk crept back upon his lips. She blushed and chuckled back.
He fascinated her. In the time the saiyan price had being staying with them, she had come to realize that the way in which he reacted to her and her family was so slightly different to his aggression towards everyone else. Respect, perhaps, or more likely; that he just knew that a place to stay, food to eat and facilities to use were not worth the risk of loosing. But he had increasingly let her tend to his wounds, unnecessarily so… Ever increasingly not only tolerating her, but communicating back. His smirk inviting, and whilst everything screamed at her in objection not to, she suddenly couldn’t help herself… Leaning forward quickly to lock lips with the saiyan prince in that moment of acceptance he’d offered. His eyes widened instantly with shock, but to her surprise, he didn’t object.
Breaking away from the kiss with a lustful smile, Bulma awaited a response. He was motionless, so incredibly still, his gaze piercing through her, confused with a tint of anger. Even with eyes wide Vegeta’s brows found a way to furrow.
Bulma shrugged awkwardly, “w-what?” she tried to ask with her usual cockiness, but it came out rather nervous. “Never had a pretty girl kiss you before?” She winked at him.
Vegeta’s brows drew together as he stared at her confused, desperately trying to work out what she was doing. Inside, he was terrified. A melting pot of emotion he daren’t show. Shock and anger that how dare she touch him this way, but her warm lips upon his had stirred a response he struggled to ignore in spite of best efforts.
“Right.” Bulma finally broke the awkward silence, “I suppose I should get back to work, then.”
What she had expected from him she wasn’t sure, but this was certainly not a reaction she was used to receiving from men. His stare followed her out the room with burning intensity, almost pushing her along, and when he was sure she was gone he sighed in relief so heavily he had to clutch his ribs in agony.
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