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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 40
Vegeta decided it was time to leave. He could hear the creaking and moaning in the ship. Frieza must have done more damage than he had thought. He fired another ki blast at Frieza's body, satisfied as he watched his remains crumble. There was no way in hell he would leave any remains behind should it turn out he is able to regenerate or that someone may find him and revive him.
With that final peace of mind, he tore through the hallway and made his way back to the shipping docks. True to her word, there was the ship waiting for him. The doors open, but the engine running and ready to leave.
He waltzed into the ship, closing the doors behind him. "Kakarott,"
"Off we go, Vegeta!" the younger Saiyan replied as he launched the ship and off they went.
Vegeta walked into the ship's small cockpit area.
"I knew you could do it, Vegeta," Kakarott said with a grin. "Well done."
"I wish I could say the same for you," Vegeta replied harshly. "Had I been counting on your help, we would all be dead. What were you doing dawdling around here for? And furthermore, I had ordered you to leave."
"I knew you could handle things on your own." Kakarott replied knowingly.
"Bulma was stuck roaming the ship all on her own trying to find the docks. She was very nearly dragged off by Dodoria." Vegeta said, his hands clenching in fury.
"I couldn't sense her, Vegeta." Kakarott replied defensively. "If I could have, I'd have brought her here. But I couldn't; for all I knew, she was with you. So I figured the best thing for me to do was wait. You seemed to have everything under control from what I was able to tell. So I stayed here and waited. Is she alright?"
Vegeta growled and left his first lieutenant and left; he would deal with him later. He needed to find Bulma and ensure she was alright. On his way towards the back of the ship where the small rooms were located and ran into Dr. Briefs.
"Thank you for your help, my boy." The older man said to him. "I am forever in your debt."
Vegeta nodded uncomfortably. "Bulma?"
"She went to lie down shortly after she boarded the ship." Dr. Briefs answered. "Her mother is with her, and Yamcha I'm afraid."
"The weakling?" Vegeta asked in outrage. "What the hell is that cretin doing here?"
"I know you are not happy that he is here. I know it was his fault that Bulma ended up here in the first place, I don't blame you for being upset, but we had little choice," Dr. Briefs interjected quickly. "Kakarott more or less filled me in on what happened. My wife found him shortly after he arrived here and insisted he accompany us and I could not leave the boy behind, even if I do not care for him."
Vegeta growled. "It is because of him that Bulma ended up on Frieza's ship and now they have messed with her mind. She does not remember anything nor does she want anything to do with me."
"I am sorry," Dr. Briefs said. "If there was any way I could have spared her of that I would have; but there was not enough time and I could not come up with a way of doing so without endangering her as well as myself. She told me to wait for you, so I did, thinking you would only be a few days."
Vegeta nodded. He needed to see Bulma and he needed to talk to her to begin trying to fix things between them. He turned to head to the rooms when Dr. Briefs lightly took hold of his arm before he could head off that way.
"Do not be angry with her and do not just throw Yamcha out," Dr. Briefs said cautiously as Vegeta turned back to look questioningly at him.
"Why would I be angry with her? And I most certainly have every intention of blasting that weakling for putting my mate in such a position,"
"I understand, I do." Dr. Briefs nodded at him in understanding, "I too have wanted to tear a strip off of that boy many times for what he put her through during their relationship, but I could not in good conscience leave him behind on that ship, but I am not happy he is here and back into her life."
"He shall have no part in her life," Vegeta growled in aggravation. If the old man could not stand him then he felt that to blast him for his stupidity and presumptuousness was the best answer; he practically had the old man's permission from the sound of it!
"I certainly hope not, but you can deal with that later. For the moment, just allow her to be. Do not do that boy any harm." Dr. Briefs counseled.
"What are you saying, old man?"
"I'm just trying to tell you that to do away with him now would not be a good idea, especially if they have wiped her mind of everything where you are concerned. She has no recollection of Yamcha abducting her and bringing her to Frieza's ship. Her only recollection of him is from Earth and not even knowing he had survived."
Vegeta stood there a moment and let the doctor's words sink in a moment. "So then she is completely enamoured with him, is that what you are trying to say?"
"I would not go that far, but she has regressed somewhat, yes. She does know you are the father of her child so you have that working for you." Dr. Briefs said carefully. "She just needs time to work things out for herself, which I am sure she will. All I ask is that you refrain for the moment in harming Yamcha. You'll only put more distance between her and yourself. And give him enough time, he will screw things all up on his own as he always does."
Vegeta balled his fists in frustration, but nodded in agreement. Hopefully the weakling hadn't already filled her head with tons of lies. If such was the case, he would be more than happy to expose his part in why she cannot remember anything. He was sure she would find that side of the story very interesting. Then maybe she would give him permission to waste him, in which case, he would take great joy in doing that. He could not believe that he had managed to slither his way back! Would Bulma have been alright with that even if her mind had not been tampered with, he wondered? He assumed she would have allowed it. She was forgiving to a fault. Though he knew that was a trait he should be thankful for. He himself had put her through too much and she had always let his offences go without keeping account. He only hoped that now she would forgive him for all of his short comings and try to remember the good. He hoped she would let him use the bond.
He headed down the hall to the room where he could sense Bulma. The Weakling was there as was another person whose energy signature he could not identify; he assumed it was her mother. He paused for a moment, debating on whether or not to go in. He wasn't sure if he was fully ready to face her. He would rather face her on her own instead of in front of someone who did not know him at all and someone who loathed him. Even then, was she ready? Maybe she did not want to speak with him just yet. Deciding that there was no right way to deal with this, he decided to take a chance and go in. What was the worst that could happen?
He knocked once before opening the door. To his annoyance, there stood Yamcha next to Bulma, who was laying down in the bed and an attractive blonde woman sitting next to her on the bed.
"You can't just barge in here, it's rude." Yamcha said to him, taking a step towards Vegeta.
"And it was rude on your part to assume you would be welcome on this ship." Vegeta replied, he was not in the mood to deal with him. Maybe it was a mistake to seek Bulma out so soon. He should have gotten some rest and maybe some food first. Then he may have been in decent spirits; decent enough to ignore the Weakling like her father had advised. However, he could not give him the satisfaction of turning and leaving now. He was here, he wished to speak with Bulma and that was exactly what he would do.
Yamcha scoffed at Vegeta, "You know-"
"Yamcha, leave it!" Bulma snapped at him. "It's fine that he's here."
"But Bulma-"
"No. He saved my life, Yamcha. I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for him." she said firmly.
Vegeta smirked at Yamcha; maybe the old man had been right and he had already outstayed his welcome with her. Perhaps she had already figured out for herself that he did not belong here.
"Are you the Prince that I have heard so much about?" the middle-aged blonde woman asked him.
"Hmmn." Vegeta replied affirmatively.
The woman waltzed up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight embrace, to his complete shock. "I am so thankful to you for saving our little girl from that horrible lizard! If it weren't for you, we would all still be there! Kakarott told me what you did for her, how you have kept her safe all this time and how you travelled weeks to come and rescue her! That you two are married, oh, I could not be happier that our girl married a prince, and such a handsome one at that! My, I could not have imagined such a handsome prince!" She gushed, taking in Vegeta's war-torn and somewhat shocked appearance. This had not been the reception he had thought he would be getting from the woman's mother. He felt his face growing warm under the older woman's intense scrutiny.
"Bulma, dear, you did not mention how gorgeous he was! You were holding out on me! What a handsome, strong, delightful young man! I cannot wait to see my grandchild, oh, he or she will be absolutely stunning!" she giggled, patting Vegeta lightly on his chest. "How did the two of you really meet and get together? Kakarott said that you two had to tell me that, I am just dying to know! Did you just see my Bulma and fall for her at first sight? I'll bet you did! Who could blame you, she's such a smart, beautiful young woman; how could you not?"
"Mom!" Bulma shouted irritably at her mother. "Just stop, alright?"
"But Kakarott and your father both said that when Prince Vegeta arrived that you both would tell the tale! I am simply dying to know! It's so romantic!"
"Mom, Vegeta just fought a very difficult battle. I'm sure he just wants to rest,"
"Oh, you're right dear! But not before checking up on his beautiful, expecting bride, right?" Bunny gushed.
Yamcha rolled his eyes; he could not believe how she was fawning all over him; just like that! She didn't even know him! She hadn't heard of his reputation or how he had bought her daughter as his own personal sex slave. How romantic was that? It wasn't, it was disgusting! He wanted to object and say something, but decided not to at the moment and not with Vegeta right there.
"How about I make you something to eat?" Bunny asked Vegeta, "Is there a kitchen on this ship? I will make you a meal worthy of a king! How does that sound?"
"Fine," Vegeta replied, thankful that she would be leaving on her own and he did not have to throw her out. She was simply just too overwhelming at the moment.
"It's settled then, come to the kitchen in about a half hour, I'll have something made," Bunny announced, walking towards the door. "Yamcha, come and help me, I am sure these two have lots of catching up to do! After all, he hasn't seen her in a few weeks."
Yamcha begrudgingly nodded, but didn't object. He shot Vegeta a dirty look as he exited the room and headed down to the kitchen to help Bulma's mother. He was hungry himself.
"Now you two be good!" Bunny counselled before leaving finally. "I know how it is when you are apart from your beloved but you both have been through a lot. You must be very tired. There will be plenty of time-"
"Mom!" Bulma interrupted her. "It's not like that. Please, just go make some dinner."
"I'm sure it's not," Bunny giggled at her daughter's obvious embarrassment. "But I know how you young couples these days are, you just can't keep your hands off each other. I guess I couldn't blame you dear. Take your time, I will leave something aside if you two are busy. Far be it for me to keep you apart any longer." She said before finally closing the door and leaving them.
Both were silent for a long moment; Bulma was way beyond embarrassed by her mother's behaviour. "I'm sorry about her, she means well but she can be a little eccentric."
"Woman, I need this damned collar removed." He demanded, ignoring her apology. He did not want to discuss her mother at all. She had irked him out.
"Right," she nodded, watching him closely as she sat up. She placed her hand in her pocket and took out the key. She sat there looking at him with the key in her hand, unsure.
"Well?" he sighed irritably.
Bulma sighed heavily and rolled her eyes as she got up. Obviously she had to go to him. She stepped up towards him and unlocked the collar with the small key. As she reached to take it off from around his neck, his hand collided with hers clumsily. He yanked the collar out of her hand and crushed it, letting the pieces fall to the floor.
"Wait a go making a mess everywhere!" she scolded him, picking up the larger pieces.
"I cannot risk you putting that thing back on me and activating it again." he replied accusingly.
"I wasn't going to do that." She argued.
"Well then it is a nonissue now, isn't it?" he said.
Bulma shook her head at him as she dropped the debris from the collar into a garbage pail. "Thank you,"
"For what?"
"For helping me get out of there, several times." She said.
"Well, someone had to make sure you made it out," he scoffed. "You obviously cannot fend for yourself."
Bulma nodded, looking closely at him. He had a scratch on his jawline. It didn't look like it was too deep, but she decided it needed to be tended to anyway. "Wait here a moment," she said to him. "I'll be right back."
She slipped out of the small room before he had a chance to reply. Bulma had remembered passing a small bathroom when she had boarded the ship. Thankfully she didn't run into her mother or Yamcha. She didn't feel like speaking with either of them at the moment. She grabbed a small towel on the rack and dampened it a bit then went back to her room.
Vegeta was trying to shrug out of his armor, but it was difficult. His shoulder was still stiff and sore from when Frieza had dislocated it. At the time, he had quickly popped it back into place enough that he could manage. Now that his adrenaline rush was gone and all major threats had been taken care of, it was bothering him. He had been so preoccupied trying to remove his armor in an effort to get more comfortable, he had not noticed her slip back into the room. He paused as soon as he saw her.
"Let me help." She said, walking up to him and reaching over him to pull the armor over his head, unmindful of the state of his shoulder.
"Be careful!" he hissed irritably.
"I'm sorry," she said, halting her efforts. "I didn't realize you were injured."
"I am fine."
"Looks like it." she said sarcastically. "Where does it hurt?"
"My shoulder was dislocated."
"Alright," she said, trying to remove the armor more gently this time. She noticed that his mobility was really limited and could not believe he was not complaining more about it. She maneuvered his arm around carefully, while sliding the armor off of him completely. "There. Better?"
"Hmmmn," he grumbled.
Bulma placed his armor on the floor next to him and moved in front of him to tend to the scratch on his jaw. "Do not coddle me," he complained, turning his head away from her.
"Just let me wipe it down and clean it up a bit."
Vegeta huffed in annoyance, but allowed it; his arms crossed petulantly. He watched her closely, silently studying her as she dabbed the damp towel along his jaw; he hadn't even known how or when he had gotten it. He noted that she was stiff in her movements and was holding her breath. Her hand trembled slightly as she tended to him and she refused to make eye contact with him.
"Enough," he grumbled, feeling uncomfortable. She was obviously not comfortable in his presence, he didn't know why she was bothering fussing over such a minute injury. He could not even feel it. He glanced down at her wrist and frowned; it was starting to bruise over. He reached for her hand, inspecting it. "Who did this?"
"It's fine, it was that larger pink soldier." She said uncomfortably, yanking her hand back and out of his grasp. To her surprise, he had not been holding it tight at all and she was released with no resistance on his part.
"So you can touch me but I cannot touch you?" he demanded.
Bulma nodded, looking back on the ground. She had no idea what to say to him or how to act around him. She wasn't sure what he was expecting of her either. She assumed tending to his wounds would be obvious, though she could tell he was alright for the most part. Still, she decided to make the effort nonetheless. "Does your shoulder need to be set?" she asked, not knowing what else to say to him.
"No." he replied. It was throbbing, but he knew there wasn't anything that could be done. The bone wasn't broken. It was just an injury to the tendons. It would have to heal on its own. He expected that within a day or two it would be fine.
Bulma nodded awkwardly again at him, still not knowing what to say to him. She did want to say something, but she wasn't sure what to say. She was so tired, her mind was spinning. She had been bombarded with so much in the last twelve hours she wasn't sure which way was what anymore. She briefly made eye contact with him and was unnerved at the intense way he was looking at her. She felt her face grow warm; that confirmed it: He was waiting for her to say or do something, but she wasn't sure what!
Vegeta sighed to himself, not knowing what the best angle to approach her at was. She wasn't his mate. Sure she looked like her and in body she was her, but in mind she wasn't. This woman clearly was uncomfortable in his presence and while he understood that she was entirely blameless in the matter, it disturbed him and he had no clue how to go about beginning to remedy it.
"Are you sure you don't want me to look at your shoulder?" she asked again, wanting to break the awkward silence between them. "It will only take me a moment."
Not knowing anything else to say or do, he simply nodded. He knew his shoulder was fine but at least she wasn't shrieking at him; that was positive, he reasoned. He wished he could pick up on her thoughts, but she had him completely blocked off from her.
He turned away from her, reaching back with his good arm to undo the zipper in the back of his flight suit. Seeing what he was doing, she walked up behind him and helped him unzip it for him down to the middle of his back slowly while debating if this was a good idea or not? She did not want to give him the wrong idea.
Vegeta walked over and sat on the small bed in the room, shrugging his good shoulder out of his flight suit but struggling with the sore one.
Bulma took a deep breath again; gathering up her courage and walked over and sat down on the bed next to and slightly behind him to help him get the rest of it off. She gasped as she noticed his back was covered with scars. Some were deep; some shallow. Some were raised and others were just a lighter discoloration on his skin.
She couldn't help but lightly trace her fingers on some of them. Who had done this to him? A lot of them looked like they must have been excruciatingly painful at the time and then agreed with him that the shoulder injury couldn't be all that bad compared to how some of these must have been for him. Frieza couldn't have possibly done all of this, could he? She couldn't help but feel pity for him and for all he had to have endured. She couldn't remember anything positive about him, only the negative; but from what she was gathering, he must have had a very difficult life up until they had met. It would be a small wonder why he was cold and mean spirited, as they had led her to believe. Was this what had drawn her other self to him? Had she felt pity for him and everything he had been through? Maybe that had been it and from there she had seen something else.
As she looked at his back, she remembered something. She remembered having a conversation with him about that. In that moment it came to her, they were in a small room, though it was luxurious. She didn't quite recognise it though. They had been sitting on a couch together and she could not remember what they had been talking about but she had decided to turn in for the night.
"I should go to bed." She said, getting up to leave.
Vegeta got up and followed her to the door. He didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay with him. He wanted to tell her that he felt much more for her than just having her around as a concubine to help out in the science department. He just didn't know how to communicate that to her.
"Goodnight." She said giving him a small smile and turning to look at him before leaving.
Vegeta did the only thing he could think of in that moment and kissed her. He needed to let her know that he really did want her. He just couldn't claim her as his at the moment. He leaned into her, pushing her against the still closed door and kissed her with as much feeling as he could muster up. It was the only way he could communicate his feelings to her. He just hoped it would be enough for her.
Bulma closed her eyes and let him assault her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he took control over the situation and effectively trapped her against the door. Soon enough, he slid his hands around her thin waist and pulled her tightly against him. Bulma was so caught up in the moment that she began to feel dizzy as she kissed him back with as much intensity as he was giving to her.
"Stay here." he whispered in her ear giving her a break so she could breathe once more. He began to kiss down her neck and back up again to her jaw line slowly making his way back to her mouth.
"Alright" She breathed back to him as he captured her mouth once again with his own. He smirked against her mouth and picked her up and carried her back to his bed, his lips never leaving hers. He gently placed her on his bed and continued to kiss her; he wanted her to have no doubt in her mind that she was his.
After a few more minutes, Vegeta broke away from her and got up off the bed before things got out of hand.
Bulma scooted back up into a sitting position and licked her lips. She couldn't believe how passionately he had kissed her just now. It confused her. She wanted more of him but then thought better of it. She quickly got under the covers and watched him as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Oh my god! She thought to herself. She had noticed his perfect physique, but had never seen him without his shirt. He was absolutely perfect. His chest and abs perfectly chiseled, but not bulky or overdone.
Vegeta smirked at her gawking and turned around to shut off the lights. It was then that he heard her gasp. He turned around quickly to see what was wrong with her.
"What happened to your back?" She asked in horror. It was covered in scars. It was then that she noticed that he had them all over on his chest and abdominals as well. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed that as well. She had been too busy drooling over his perfectly chiseled physique that she hadn't noticed, she thought, embarrassed with herself.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and shut off the lights. "Many years of battles, wars and life with Frieza." He growled, heading back to bed and sliding under the covers.
"Those are terrible!" She exclaimed.
"Some were. Most are trophies." He replied, reaching for her and pulling her close.
She allowed him to pull her close and snuggled into his embrace. "Still. They must have hurt!"
"I don't really remember." He said, wanting to end the conversation. He kissed the back of her neck in hopes of distracting her.
Bulma sighed and giggled as he assaulted her neck. This was getting harder and harder to do. She turned her head to try and look at him and caught his mouth. He kissed her deeply again and then pulled away, earning him a small growl of disappointment from her. He smirked at her, pleased that she was obviously as effected by him as he was by her.
"Did I answer your question sufficiently?" He asked in a very deep voice.
Bulma nodded. "I think so. Yea."
"Good. Do not question my intentions or affections for you." He continued. "I may not be able to express myself freely with words. Let my actions however, speak in place of words."
Bulma nodded again, her stomach doing flip flips. "I understand." She said, contently settling into his arms for the night.
Bulma frowned as the memory cut off then and she felt her face grow warm, she was thankful she was sitting slightly behind him and he could not see her. Had that been real? Had that happened between them, just like that dream she's had? "Did you-?" she asked him shyly.
"Hmmn? What?"
"I think I may have remembered something,"
"What did you remember?" he asked, turning to look at her. He hadn't remembered anything specific just now; and he couldn't share anything with her since she had her wall up and was blocking him. He noticed her cheeks were flushed slightly. "What?" he asked again softly, hoping that maybe it wasn't something horrible that they had blown out of proportion?
"Nothing," she replied as she shook her head to herself, dismissing it all together as she took in his scars again before turning her full attention to his shoulder; it was swollen and stiff, but that looked to be the worst of it. She took his arm and extended it out, thankful that he at least complied with her without complaint.
Vegeta winced slightly as she began to dig her thumb into his shoulder muscle in the joint between the shoulder and arm. He reasoned that maybe it was a good thing she was taking a look at it. She had massaged more than enough minor muscle and tendon injuries for him back on Callisto after a few intense training sessions with Kakarott. Though her fawning over his injuries usually led to other more enjoyable activities, which he assumed were unfortunately one hundred percent off the table at this point in time. That had been the only reason he had learned to comply and allow her to treat any injuries, no matter how minor, he thought with a smirk.
"Vegeta," she said softly. "Vegeta, I had no idea."
"You had no idea what?" he asked confused, her voice breaking his train of thought.
"I had no idea what you had been through. No one should have to go through and endure that. I-"
"Endure what?" he asked harshly, tensing up with dread, hoping she wasn't going to bring up what he thought she may be alluding to.
"Frieza," she answered quietly, unsure if she should broach the subject or not. "What he had said about you-"
"As far as I am concerned, it never happened." He snapped angrily, jerking his arm away from her.
"You can't do that, Vegeta," she said softly. "It isn't healthy."
"I will do as I please. I have lived with it on my own long enough. What do you know, anyway?"
"I know that if you do not let up and get this off your chest at some point it will eat you alive." She answered. "You need to talk about it."
"And just who am I to talk about it with, you?" he snarled, getting up off the bed; he needed his space.
Bulma nodded, but looked him in the eye boldly.
"Dream on, woman. You've wanted nothing to do with me up until you discovered that little tid bit of information. You hate me, remember?"
"I'm trying not to," she admitted. "I have no ulterior motive here. I am trying to work through what they did to me. It's hard, but I am trying. They've made me hate and second guess a lot of things; but that doesn't mean they completely changed who I am. I cannot ignore that you were horribly treated."
"You know nothing."
"Alright. That's fair. But-"
"But nothing!" he cut her off. "I will not discuss it! Especially with someone who used to be my mate and now cannot remember anything and therefore wants nothing to do with me."
"Well fine then, if that's how you want it, but if you need to talk about it, I'm here. I know I don't remember things and how they were between us before, but I still can't ignore that we obviously shared something-"
"What is it you want to know, Woman?" he asked angrily, cutting her off again. "What are you fishing for? To know that I could not protect myself in the most basic manner from someone I hate to such a degree I cannot even explain it to you in such a way you could comprehend?
"Do you want to know about how he beat me senselessly, breaking every bone in my body except my tail? That I could not even raise my hand to protect myself or get away and that disgusting lizard took pleasure in arousing me by using my tail in such a manner that is reserved only for bonded mates?
"Do you want to know about how he would break and crush each and every single bone in my tail slowly while gently stroking and caressing it?" he raged at her, slowly advancing back towards her on the bed, not registering that she was trying to keep a safe distance from him. "Do you want to know how humiliating and degrading it was to be betrayed by my own body time and time again while he laughed about it? That he would do that until I reached completion and then mocked me for it?"
Bulma shook her head, trying to hold back tears at his horrible admission; partially from pity of what he had suffered at the hand of Frieza and partially because she had nowhere else to go, she was trapped against the wall on her bed with him merely inches from her in an angry state. She was wishing now that she hadn't pushed him to talk about it. She did not want to know the gory details, she had only wanted to try and comfort him and felt guilty now for even trying to do that. As he stated, she had no interest in him until she had found out about that, but it wasn't for the reasons he seemed to think. She had no interest in holding it over him or exploiting those horrible things for her gain. She simply empathized with him. If anything, knowing this had helped her to understand how much of an evil individual Frieza actually was. If she hadn't known this she may have been inclined to not help Vegeta; Frieza had been extremely convincing to his cause and for a few days she was completely convinced that Vegeta was the most evil being in this universe; that he needed to be stopped. It wasn't until Vegeta had arrived and he had urged her to look into things on her own that it even occurred to her that he may not be the horrible person they had made him out to be. If anything, Frieza's gloating over the abuse he had subjected Vegeta to only solidified in her mind that Vegeta, though may have major flaws in his personality, wasn't the worse out of the two. She had used that and her gut had told her to help Vegeta and now here she was.
However, his close proximity and angry tirade at the moment was doing nothing more than frightening her. She was trapped and had nowhere to go. She only hoped he was not going to hurt her for prodding and opening up this can of worms. She cursed herself then; how many times had her big mouth gotten her into trouble? She wiped away a few stray tears that began to fall.
"Do not cry or pity me!" he snarled. "You have no idea!"
"You're right, I don't." she agreed, trying to pull herself together so that he would both not see how upset she was for him and how afraid she really was of him at the moment. "I can't even imagine."
"Exactly. So let it be." He said; his tone still harsh but not as angry as it had been before. He moved back and away from her, but sat on the edge of the bed, giving her some space. He could see that she was frightened and he had not meant to frighten her.
"I did not care to discuss it with you before and I most certainly do not have the desire to discuss it now with you." He said after he took a moment to calm down. It wasn't her fault she was sitting just a few feet away from him with no memory of their intimate connection. He could not believe he had told her what he just had! Sure she looked and smelled and was in the body of his mate, but she was not his mate. Not at this moment. He cursed his weakness. How could he have lost himself like that? He wasn't sure if he could have even spoken of it to his Bulma. Maybe he could have; he was confident she would have understood and would not have been repulsed by him now, but would he ever know? More than anything he wanted her to reach out to him, as weak as it was. He needed her. His Bulma wouldn't have forced him into talking about it. She would have left it be and would have allowed him to drown himself within her and forget all about it. Would he ever get her back, he wondered?
"So I didn't know about this before?" she asked quietly.
"No." he grunted. "No one did. No one aside from Frieza and myself and I had hoped to keep it that way."
Bulma was silent for a long moment. "I'll never mention it again."
"See to it that you don't."
"I won't. Not to you, not to anyone else, I promise. But if you ever feel the need to talk-"
"That will never happen, Woman." He said, cutting her off. "I am sorry for keeping you up and wasting your time." He finished, getting up off her bed and heading to the door, deciding for a second time that he was wrong to approach her so soon. He could not do this. He could not discuss such personal matters with her and he did not know how to fix this. Not as she was now. He was sure her desire to reach out to him had been sincere, he could sense it; but she wasn't his mate, he reminded himself yet again. Not anymore.
"You didn't waste my time, Vegeta." She said.
"Get some rest." was all he said and left the room.
Bulma sighed, resting her head in her hands. Great. Now he's angry at me, she thought to herself in despair. She didn't know why she had brought that up, she thought to herself stupidly. No wonder he had reacted that way; how could she have just jumped into bringing up such a personal and intimate issue like that, without considering how he may feel about it? She had assumed that he had told her about all of that before, when they had first got together.
If he hadn't, then she felt really bad now for pushing the issue. She was also surprised he had vented all of that out to her. She supposed that no matter how vehemently he denied his need to talk about it, he must have had to, or he would not have told her what he had. She felt guilty for pushing him to that point. It had not been her intent to upset him.
She just wanted to know more about him and a reason now to trust him if she was going to give him a chance. All she knew was bad things and she had decided earlier on that he could not be all bad. She just hoped that she could overcome her fear of him enough to overlook her distrust and hate they had built up within her so that she could try and remember everything. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she feared him more than she hated him. That had to be a good thing, right?
And what had that brief flashback been? That hadn't been the flashback of a man trying to take advantage of her. If that had actually happened, she had been just as much all over him as he had been all over her. She wanted to ask him about it but instead she had stupidly asked him about the other.
Bulma decided not to dwell anymore on everything that had happened. It wasn't going to help anything and she was beyond exhausted. She scooted herself under the blankets in the small bed of the room she was in and let sleep overtake her. She would worry about everything tomorrow.
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