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Oh, Me	By : Kichi Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 3594 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oh, Me

By: Kichi
DISCLAIMER: DBZ was created by Akira Toriyama. If I had made it
there would be no need for FanFic authors because I would have left little
to imagine. And Vegeta never would have grown a mustache.

Chapter 6 - The Way You Like It

Bulma woke as the sunlight hit her in the face. She groaned and
rolled over and came face-to-face with Vegeta who was still sound asleep.
He muttered something she couldn't quite make out, but didn't wake from
her movement. She realized it was the first time she'd ever gotten
to see him sleep peacefully. He looked almost innocent. The permanent
scowl was gone replaced by a soft look of contentment. She never
truly realized how good-looking he was until that moment. She'd been
attracted to him before, but she'd always wanted to see him smile, just
once. Or not look so damn angry all the time, just to see what he'd
look like with a different expression on his face. She reached out
a tentative hand to gently touch his cheek.

His skin was amazingly soft. Not a hint of a stubbly beard.
But then, she'd never seen Goku with any facial hair and so assumed it
to be a Saiyan trait. She definitely liked it and her hand moved
fod tod to cup his cheek. Vegeta's mouth opened and he began to lightly
snore. She smiled at the soft sound. At least he didn't snore
really loud like her father, but then again, if he opened his mouth any
wider, he could definitely reach that volume quickly.

She also noticed that his skin was no longer red but a deep olive.
Very nice. She had thought that his skin had grown lighter since
coming to stay on Earth, but wasn't really sure until now. He looked
as he did on Namek, dark-skinned and foreign.

For the first time she found herself wondering. Not so much about
his time with Frieza, (although she was curious about it) but before that.
The time when he'd been a chibi no Ouji on Planet Vegeta. What had
he been like then? What was his planet like? She began to realize
how little she knew about him and frowned. Had he been an arrogant
little bastard before becoming Frieza's slave? Or was Frieza totally
responsible for his rosy outlook on life? She smiled half-heartedly
at her little joke. It really wasn't something to laugh abou

Then she remembered the time she had seen him sleep before. But
not like this. Nothing near so calm as this.

She'd come home from a night out with ChiChi to find him asleep
on the couch. He'd been thrashing and kicking, in the throes of some
nightmare she dare not guess at. She gently shook his shoulder to
wake him and he awoke with a start, 'No! Don't!' he cried, flipping
the couch on its back in an effort to get away from her.

'Vegeta!' she'd cried as he jumped to his feet. 'Its just me!'
he stood for a moment gasping for breath and she could see from his silhouette
in the moon light that he was shaking like a leaf. She tiptoed closer
and he immediately stepped back. She sighed and attempted to pull
the couch back to its original position. She tugged it until it slowly
began to right itself and the solid wooden foot landed squarely on hers.
She cried out in pain and fell on her butt. Her toes were broken,
surely. Vegeta edged closer and lifted the couch a little.
She pulled her foot out from underneath and began to cry. The pain
was horrible.

She suddenly felt arms lift her and set her down on the couch.
From that brief contact, even through the haze of pain, she could feel
him still trembling. What the hell could scare Vegeta so bad?
She'd never seen him afraid of anything. She felt his shaking hands
grasp her foot and she hissed in pain. But he said nothing, only
took a deep breath and held it. She guessed he was trying to calm
down. She decided to follow his example and sucked in a breath through
clenched teeth and held it until she thought her eardrums would pop from
the pressure.

He knelt in front of her and grasped her toes one by one and tried
to move them. Her big toe was fine, but the second and middle couldn't
be moved. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming and making
a fool of herself. Instead she whimpered loudly causing Vegeta to
glance at her. She prepared for some rude comment but he kept it
to himself if he even had anything to say at all.

'These two are broken.' He'd said, in a low voice. He was obviously
more skilled at calming himself than her, because she was ready to burst
into tears.

'Next time I'll remember never to wake you up.' She sniffed. He murmured
something unintelligible. 'What?' she demanded angrily. It
was his fault she was hurt after all and pain angered her beyond tolerance.

'Thank you.' He repeated, only a fraction louder than before.
Bulma's eyes widened fractionally in her surprise.

'For what?' she sniffed.

'For waking me.' He replied and lowered his eyes in shame. Bulma
frowned again.

'Are you ok?' she asked, suddenly concerned. He'd never once
thanked her for anything. Her injuries were almost forgotten in her
concern for him. She'd never seen him vulnerable before now.
For some reason it made her heart ache.

'Yes.' He murmured, not looking up. Against her better judgment
she leaned forward and embraced him, pulling him close. She
expected a protest. She expected him to shove her away and storm
off in a rage. She didn't expect him to not only lean into her embrace,
but wrap his arms around her as well and gently squeeze. His head
rested on her stomach and she felt a soft smile touch her lips, despite
the fact that she could still feel him slightly shaking. She rubbed
his back,

'Relax.' She murmured in his ear. 'I won't do anything bad to
you.' Something about that statement drew a quick gasp from him and
he began to shake again. She grimaced as the pain in her heart intensified.
She responded by squeezing him tighter. She wanted desperately to
know what he'd dreamt of that had bothered him so much. She'd never
seen him so upset. But then again, she'd never seen him display any
emotion other than anger and disdain. She knew deep in her heart
that it had to be something from his past that was bothering him, but he'd
never tell her what it was.

Suddenly she found herself shoved back into the couch cushions and
Vegeta was halfway down the hall.

'Wait!' she'd gasped and hopped up on her good foot and began to hop
down the hall after him. She heard his door slam before she reached
the bottom of the stairs. She got on her knees and climbed up the
staircase and hopped to his door. As she reached for the handle she
lost her balance and fell against the door. It burst open to reveal
Vegeta lying in bed, curled in a ball. She tried to hold onto the
doorframe as her momentum sent her sprawling. She landed on her hands
and knees with a grunt but she hadn't re-injured her two toes so she ignored
the slight pain and staggered over to Vegeta's bed.

'Why can't you ever just leave me alone?' Vegeta murmured as Bulma
plopped down on the edge of the mattress.

'Because your always alone. Why can't you just accept the fact
that someone might actually care about you?' she'd replied. He snorted
in derision.

'Why bother?' he said, his voice flat and hollow.

'Because.' She replied simply. Vegeta raised his head and eyed
her distrustfully for a moment before his head flopped back down on the
pillow.

'Your wasting your time.'

'Why?'

'Because.' Bulma huffed in annoyance.

'I don't see it as a waste of time, Vegeta. Just because you
had a difficult childhood doesn't mean you aren't worth anything.
I know you killed all those people, destroyed all those planets, but if
you were still that person you would have killed us all already.'
He said nothing so she continued. 'I know all you wanted before was
to become Super Saiyan, and now you are. And the fact that you haven't
killed everyone after Cell was destroyed, well it makes me think that you
aren't the same Vegeta that came to Earth with Nappa.'

'So what?' he snapped. 'Do you want me to kill everyone?'
Bulma smiled. Vegeta blinked in confusion.

'Of course not. Then you'll be more alone than you are now.'
He glared at her, incredulous.

'So what?' he demanded again. She sighed, running her fingers
through her hair.

'The point is, I know you�re the last living Saiyan besides Goku, and
no matter what you say, it has to be difficult having no one to relate
to. And no one deserves that. I'm just trying to tell you that I'm
here for you and I care about you even if you don't.' for a long
time they merely stared at each other.

'Whatever.' Vegeta said. Bulma grinned. Score
one for Bulma! She thought triumphantly. The small concession
was more than she could have hoped for.

'Good! Now do me a favor and help me get up.' She said.
The corner of Vegeta's mouth twitched upward. He stood and picked
her up and carried her to her room.
She sighed at the memory. It was the first actual conversation
she'd really had with Vegeta. Arguments didn't count to her. And
now here they were, in the same bed. She never thought she'd see
the day come after Trunks was born. And she was thrilled. She
never really thought about her feelings for the angry Saiyan until now.
And she hoped he felt somewhat similar. She knew he had difficult
expressing any emotion other than anger but she at least knew he trusted
her somewhat. And who else on earth could claim that? She reached
out again and lightly ran her hand up and down his arm until little goose
bumps appeared on his flesh. He murmured something and began to wake
up, his eyelids fluttering.

His eyes slid open and Bulma smiled. He raises eys eyebrows in
surprise.

"What time is it?" he said before yawning.

"About that time." He rolled his eyes.

"Seriously."

"The same time it was 24 hours ago." She said her grin getting wider.
Vegeta smirked.

"Ha ha." He said trying to sound used.sed. But his smirk was
getting a little wider.

"OK." She conceded. "Italf-alf-past monkey's ass, quarter to
his balls." Vegeta snorted and grinned and Bulma was stunned.
A genuine smile on his face while he was awake! She had a cheese
grin on at that point. Vegeta looked away trying not to smile.

"Are you trying to keep me from training?" he asked lightly, then bit
his lower lips to keep from grinning. The onna was positively silly
at times.

"Yes." She said. Their gazes locked in a battle of wills for
a moment. Bulma closed her eyes and leaned forward. She planted
a small kiss on his lips. "It's 10:30." Vegeta closed his eyes
and stretched. Bulma openly admired his body as he did, running her
fingers over his skin lightly. Her fingers lightly traveled down
his side and he suddenly squirmed, sitting up. "Ticklish?" Bulma said,
her eyes and grin growing wide. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he looked
at her, his arms wrapped around his sides for protection.

"No." he mumbled. Bulma laughed, diving on him.

"Lies, lies!" she cried tickling madly.

"GAAH!" Vegeta cried, falling off the bed. Bulma took the initiative
and dove on top of him, still tickling. "STOP!" he cried and for
the first time ever, she heard him giggle. Of course it only spurred
her on and when he grabbed both of her wrists she began to head-butt his
chest. Then she began to rub the top of her head back and forth,
occasionally head-butting. Vegeta began to laugh.

"What are you doing?"

"Burrowing." She said. She heard him snicker.

"Stop it."

"Make me." As soon as he let go of her hands she began to tickle him
again.

"STOP!" he bellowed. She ignored him and continued. He
thrashed underneath her. Suddenly he burst out laughing and flipped
onto his stomach. Not willing to end her game yet, Bulma began to
poke his back. She poked his waist right next to his spine and his
whole body jerked. "NO!!" he cried, squirming. Bulma held onto
him with her legs and continued to poke, laughing madly.

"Vegeta's ticklish!" she chanted, laughing. Suddenly he turned
the tables and began to tickle her back. She shrieked with laughter
but refused to stop tickling him to protect herself. She was laughing
so hard she felt tears coming to her eyes.

"Give up!" Vegeta demanded between bouts of laughter.

"Never!" Bulma cried.

"Oh, you two are so cute!" They both froze and turned towards the door
to see Bulma's mom. "Oh, don't mind me!" she chirped, seeing their
red faces. "I just wanted to let you both know that breakfast is
ready. Be downstairs in five minutes!" she giggled before practically
skipping back to the kitchen.

Bulma glanced at Vegeta and noticed his cheeks were bright red.
She giggled and poked him in the ribs. He glanced at her and laughed
quietly.

What was it about Bulma that made him act so foolish, and yet even
after being caught he didn't care that her mother had seen them acting
like children. Besides, first of all it was Bulma's mother.
And secondly, he didn't care what people thought of him, and finally, that
small part of him that was willing to do whatever Bulma wished was only
becoming more dominant.

And he didn't care. He was Super Saiyan, that was what he'd wanted
for so long. And having that kind of power meant nothing to her.
She probably would have felt the same towards him if he was as weak as
that fool ningen Yamcha, he was sure of it.

She cared about him, not his power or useless title.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. He nodded, saying nothing.
She felt his eyes on her and they locked gazes again. "You know what?
You've been living here for about four years, right?" he nodded.
"I just realized how little I know about you." She said, examining
his face. Vegeta shrugged. His past wasn't common knowledge,
and he would of liked to keep it that way.

She stood and walked over to her door and pushed the intercom.

"Mom."

"Yes dear?"

"Could you please bring breakfast up here for us?"

"Of course d" He" Her mother giggled and the intercom fell silent.
Vegeta frowned, he knew where this was going. She sat down on the
bed and patted the mattress next to her. Vegeta sighed in resignation
and sat down next to her.

"What was your planet like?" she asked, immediately diving into to
interrogation. But Vegeta realized that he didn't care if she wanted
to know about him, in fact he felt a little flattered. But if she
began to ask about Frieza, the conversation would be over.

"A desert, for the most part." He replied, leaning back against the
headboard. "Two suns, one moon. Only one third of the planet
had vegetation. And Vejiitasei was the size of three Chikyuu."

"What did you like most about it?" He gave her a questioning
glance, but shrugged as if he really didn't care why she wanted to know.

"The heat. Everywhere else has been too damn cold."

"Really? We're in a tropical region right now. We're pretty
close to the equator." She said.

"But you only have one sun."

"At least we don't live in Siberia." She said, with a half-smile.
He didn't know where Siberia was so he ignored the comment. He looked
like he wasn't about to divulge any more information so she decided that
she'd have to keep questioning him.

"What were the girls like?" he appeared thoughtful for a moment.

"I.. don't really remember. There was never that many female
Saiyans in the palace except the girl that raised me. The rest were
slaves from other planets."

"Do you remember the girl that raised you? She wasn't your mother?"

"I never met my mother as far as I know. The girl� what the hell
was her name?" he paused for over a minute trying to remember. "I
should know her name at least." He frowned. "Neko. That was
her name. She was only thirteen I think when my father appointed her to
look after me until I was only enough to train."

"How old was that?"

"Three."

"Damn." Bulma murmured. "Well, it's a little early but not by
much. I went to preschool when I was four."

"Three is old enough for a Saiyan. You humans don't live as long
as we do."

"Oh yeah." Bulma murmured. There was a knock at the door and
Bulma's mom came in bearing trays of food. She'd made pancakes with
strawberries and whipped cream on top. She also made eggs and bacon
and plenty of toast. They silently decided to continue the conversation
after breakfast.

Once they were finished and Bunny had returned to clear away the dishes
they resumed where they left off.

"Did you have school and training at the same time?" Bulma asked, diving
right in. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the memory.

"Yes. I had to learn all I needed to know to rule the planet,
and diplomatic garbage. Reading and stuff, some history."

"Math?" she asked. He grimaced in distaste.

"I hate math. But yes, I learned math. Not like I need
it or anything."

"I can't really imagine Saiyans writing anything. What did you
read?" He smiled at her accurate assumption.

"Really weird stuff from other planets. A lot of it I really
didn't understand, but I could rit sit so that's all that mattered."

"So, how did you learn to speak Japanese and English?"

"Radditz." Bulma blinked, not understanding.

"He transmitted broadcasts to me from Chikyuu on the way here.
The pods that we came in had some type of chemical sedative so we would
sleep the whole way here and while we slept all the information was coming
in through the scouters. Most of the time I never bothered, but I knew
I'd have to ask someone how to find those stupid dragon balls, so I had
to learn."

"That makes sense. What about your father?"

"What about him?"

"What was he like?"

"He was the King."

"So was he mean?" Vegeta snorted.

"He was," he paused, trying to find the best way to describe his old
man. "He wasn't that bad. But when I was little I was afraid
of him." He smiled at the memory. "The first time I met him I hid
behind Neko. I think it pissed him off, he thought I was weak and
he killed her on the spot." He ignored Bulma's gasp and continued
with a shrug. "It was his duty, I accepted it after I realized why
he'd done it." He paused. "I really don't know what he was like.
I only saw the King. Not my father. I saw how other Saiyans
treated their children, they weren't half as demanding as he was.
I don't think he ever told me he was proud of me. But he taught me
all I was supposed to need to know."

"That's terrible." He shrugged indifferently.

"What does it matter? I haven't seen him since I was eight."

"Do you ever miss him?" he raised an eyebrow as if considering
the possibility.

"No, I just wish I could ask him a few things."

"Like..?" Bulma prompted.

"Like why he sold us off to Frieza. When he let that bastard
take me. But I know the answer so there's no point in asking even
if I could."

"Why did he?" He snorted.

"You should know the answer to that. He couldn't say no.
He did everything that fucker asked, we all did, and in the end it still
didn't matter."

"Yes." Bulma said. She scooted closer to Vegeta and rested her
head on his shoulder. "What about friends? Did you have any
friends at home?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"They're considered a weakness, a distraction. I had too much
to do. Even if I'd been allowed to have friends I wouldn't have had
time for them."

"Oh." She yawned.

"Am I boring you?" he asked, slightly mocking.

"Not at all. I'm just tired, and I'm comfortable here. It's making
me sleepy." Vegeta nodded and uncharacteristically wrapped an arm
around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She draped her free arm
across Vegeta's waist and smiled.

"Is there anything else then?" he said.

"Not righw.&nw. Just�" she trailed off.

"What?" he prompted.

"Stay here with me awhile.. before you train. Please?"
How could he no? no? He wanted to stay with her, she hadn't asked
him anything that would be upsetting, she was curious about him and he
really didn't mind. And he trusted her. The only human, the
only person ever. He wanted to do what she asked and it wasn't an
unpleasant request, quite the opposite. He would love to lay there
all day with his beautiful female.

"Alright." He said. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling the scent of
strawberries and cream shampoo and gave her an affectionate kiss on the
top of her head. He hadn't claimed her as his mate, but he knew then
that it would only be a matter of time. And he felt certain that
she would wait for that day, no matter what.

The End.

Well, this has been a shitty Easter seeing as how I almost got arrested
last night for doing what? Yeah that's right, a big fat NOTHING!!!
I HATE PIGS!!!

Anyway, I'm thinking about doing a sequel to this where they actually
bond and stuff� what do you people think?

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