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Chapter List
- 7
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Chapter 8: Mates and Boyfriends

�Give it a try, you
might like being in my orbit.�

I can�t help my
laugher as I realize Vegeta is joshing with me. He�s an arrogant son of a bitch
not a comedian. Ever
since I got home he�s been acting chummy, with an open�friendly expression on his
face�not too friendly, though, but an expression that I�ve grown to recognize
means he�s in a better mood than usual. He had that expression when Krillin was over for brunch. He had it again during the thunderstorm when I was
in his room, until he became crabby again.

It�s perplexing

for him to act like that one moment and then to change back to his normal
stoic fa�ade�a fa�ade? It has to be �I think. When I first saw him on Namek-sei,
I would not have considered thinking so. But the prince has shown me on more
than one occasion that he can be civil and friendly, in his own reserved way,
but friendly nonetheless. So I wonder why.

�What�s up with you
today?�

�Nothing�� he says,
looking down.

I watch him
skeptically as I cross my legs and put one hand on my thigh massaging it gently.
I�ve been practically on my feet all day�it feels nice to just take a load off.
But I�m not too over worked that I can�t notice Vegeta is acting peculiar,
especially now that I see his eyes are on my legs. He�s not even being discrete
about it. Just like this morning when I saw him eyeing my chest. It was sort of
embarrassing then because I only had on my robe and panties. I knew I should have
got dressed but I didn�t have time to think about that when I was
arguing with him from the top of the stairs. Besides I was too angry then to
acknowledge his gaze. But now that his eyes are on me like this I can only
wonder�

�Yeah, sure�you
seem so off.� He doesn�t respond. What is he thinking�if he is thinking? �Vegeta?�
I try again, �what�s up with you?�

His brow furrows as
if in contemplation. He�s becoming serious again. With his eyes still on my legs
I can flatter myself with the idea that he likes them, but that would be
farfetched to be sure. He�s just probably thinking about training or something.
Besides with my skirt so short like this any man would stare.

�Hey Vegeta?�

He finally looks up
at me. His expression is drawn in tight with piercing eyes. I guess his good
mood is gone now. I shouldn�t be surprised. He doesn�t seem to stay in civility
for too long, if ever.

�I�m tired,� he
rasps as he gets up.

Tired? Now I know
that he sparred with Goku today but he is not tired. There is something going on
with that Saiyan, if his peculiar behavior is any indication. First he was a
grade A asshole at breakfast and now coming home, he�s friendly�flirtatious
even? Hmm�I wonder if he has a crush on me.

I almost giggle.
Yeah, the prince of all Saiyans has a crush on silly onna. Not likely�but it�s
definitely not an adverse idea.

I watch him go
upstairs, his tail swings back and forth with abrupt motions, as though it�s
agitated. Moments ago when I first saw that tail I was shocked out of my wits. I
don�t think it�s a good thing that he has his tail back, considering what he can
do when there�s a full moon. I was going to say something about it. However,
knowing Vegeta he would not at all want his tail to be cut off and I can
understand that. But still I have my qualms, although, I figure nothing bad can
come of it if earth doesn�t have a moon at present anyway.

I look at the time.
It�s not that late�another reason why Vegetablehead should not be tired�and I
realize I should get cleaned up and relax. I grab my jacket from off the couch
and my briefcase from the coffee table to go upstairs. I think a nice hot bath
is in order.

�Aaah,� I sigh as I
relax into the warm bubbled filled bathtub while it caresses my every limb. The
bathroom is filled with a delicious humid haze, fogging up all the mirrors. The
scent of lavender from the bath salts is all that I can smell. I take it in as I
swish the water about when massaging the stress of the day away.

Soon I�m as calm
and relaxed as I want to be. I lay back resting my
head on the tub�s edge, thinking about the many wonderful things going on in my
life right now: The wonderful relationship with my boyfriend, having
great friends, a wonderful career, a wonderful houseguest� Yea, the most
wonderfully annoying houseguest. Even so, he�s been sort of nice recently.

My eyelids fall and
I find myself being lulled by the now distant delicate sounds of the bath
water�s motion.

I don�t really know
what to think about him� such a contradiction� perhaps not. Seemingly a
contradiction to what I already know, to what everyone knows and thinks about
him. Perhaps he is contradicting himself when he acts to what we know. Maybe not
so much of it is really him anyway. Enigmatic for sure� Enticingly so�

An open expanse as
far as I can see� a field of tall grass in a hue of golden-green, distorted by
the shine of the blazing noon sun. I wonder what I�m doing out in a place like
this. Strangely I feel a foreboding since of emptiness, sadness, and loneliness.
Why am I feeling this? And why am I in this field?

I look around. In
the far distance to the right of me trees rise up to line the landscape. Chilled
winds come my way, circling around me, carrying with it black leaves. They
flutter away up into the sky towards the blinding sun. The brightness slowly
dwindles as the leaves reach it. Its golden color turning silver, as the light
blue sky suddenly becomes a deep navy. Stars sprout overhead while the newly
solidified moon crests white.

What is this place?

I can ponder no
more on that as the earth starts to vibrate and I look around frantically. The
tall grass falls away into the earth below and in the distance hills rise up and
form into steep cliffs of gray rock. From behind, white and silver-gray wolves
climb to the edges, about five of them. They howl to the moon. When they finish
their calls they look towards me with glowing blue eyes. They begin to growl and
then jump down from the steep cliffs.

A cold sweat breaks
out on me as they start out towards my direction. I dash off without a second
thought, suddenly finding myself in a forest. I don�t know how, but I do not
really care as I hear barking and snarling close behind me. I don�t think I�ve
ever run so fast as I do now. And what seems like so long, I begin to feel
exhaustion. But still hearing wolves behind me, I try not to think about my feet
hurting or my legs getting tired or the pain in my lungs as I inhale cold air.

Stupidly I fall,
having tripped up on a twig mayhap. �Kuso!� I mutter and try to scurry up but
the wolves are already here. They surround me. Their eyes glow more brightly and
I begin to feel the despondency of loneliness. Oddly, the fear I felt before has
all tapered off into this gloom. The wolves circle around me and the forest
seems to do the same, spinning in the opposite direction. I don�t know what�s
wrong with me but I feel so horrible and curl up into a ball. Tears start to
trickle down my face and as I look up I get dizzy.

The wolves stop
circling and get up on their hind legs. They tower above me, growing into thin
lines and wrap over me till I find myself in a cage. What the hell? I grab the
bars and try to get out. But nothing I do can free me. I only succeed in feeling
even more forlorn.

A knocking sound
jars me awake with a start. I look around anxiously. The knock comes again
against the door and it�s more distinct as the haze of slumber leaves me. The
sound of splashing water comes to my awareness� cool water� almost cold. How
long have I been asleep? Asleep� that dream� such a weird one. What could it
mean?

The knock again.

�Onna?� a familiar
masculine voice calls, seemingly uncertain, but muffled by the door so I could
be mistaken. �Onna, you alright?�

�Yeah,� I say,
getting out of the tub and grabbing a towel to warm myself, before asking, �What
is it?�

�Uh�I was wondering
since it�s not yet too late if you could make sure the GR is fixed�not right
away of course. I just want it to be ready as soon as possible. I don�t want to
have to spar with Kakkarot so soon again.�

�Vegeta.� My voice
is somewhat tight as it comes out gritted teeth. He woke me for this? Not that I
want to sleep till I freeze from cold water but honestly.

�What? I have been
nice to you tonight�� he sounds almost offended, then he gets defensive,
��though it was never my intention to do so just to get you to do what I want.
So you can forget that thought.�

I sigh as I drain
the tub. �Sure, I�ll check and see.�

�Good.� And I hear
his footsteps depreciating; but I call out his name abruptly before he is long
gone, not being able to help myself with what I have to say next.

�Yes, onna?�

�You should be nice
to me more often, you never know what you can get me to do.�

He doesn�t reply
right away but when he does his inflection is soft. �I�ll remember that,
sweetness.� And I can just hear the smirk in his voice.

Despite myself I
blush. He isn�t being sarcastic this time�right? Whatever it is I cannot deny
that I�m flattered. But even in being flattered I have to wonder why is he being
so� nice?

In my room I can�t
help my thoughts as they are saturated with Vegeta, my dream forgotten. I�m just
so perplexed with his behavior. With any other guy it would be obvious as to
what is going on but this enigmatic Saiyan is just so not normal and very
peculiar that I am stumped.

I do not deny a
part of me would like it if Vegeta were somewhat smitten by me. I mean I did
have dreams about the guy before and I do take pride in being alluring to any
man. But for Vegeta to like me in that way, that would be something.

I look in the
mirror while combing out my hair. My reflection smiles back at me. I giggle.
Since when has the thought of Vegeta brought a smile to my face? Goodness, the
man is attractive, but always thinking about him would have something to do with
how much he aggravates and annoys me. Never the idea that he could actually like
me.

�So quit it, Bulma,�
I tell my reflection, and force my smile to go away. Besides the fact that I
already have a boyfriend, I doubt Vegeta would want me that way. �So there.� And
I stick my tongue out at myself. Looking serious I say, �Girl, when did you go
back to the third grade?� And I laugh.

Goodness me, what
can of paint did I sniff today?

I take my sweet
time in grooming myself, then put on a silky lavender chemise and a matching
robe over that. I sit down on my bed and grab my phone.

Since Veggie wants
me to make sure the GR is in working order and I do not want to go myself, I
make a phone call to my lab to check up on things. Alex is still in and he tells
me that they have just about finished. I�m glad. This will please the prince, I
think pleasantly, and then laugh while still on the phone.

Once I hang up, I
stretch and stand. I�m not too tired so I decide to go out on to the balcony for
some fresh air and lounging.

The night is warm
and calm. And the sky is nicely dark�deep blue. I recognize a few constellations
as I lean against the railing. Out in the country it would be so much more
darker and I would be able to see more of the stars. Sometimes I hate that about
the city, with so many lights one can hardly see what�s out in the sky.

My thoughts change
suddenly and I think about Vegeta again. I should feel bad that I�m thinking
more about him than I am my boyfriend, especially since I have no anger to go
with these thoughts. But who cares at the moment. He�s like my friend, so it�s
no big deal. I wonder if he has gone to sleep like he implied.

I turn towards his
door that leads to our shared balcony, and I almost have a heart attack as I see
him sitting on the railing that separates my half with his, his back leaning
against the wall. He smirks at me with amusement, but not with an arrogant
air. The little devil.

�How long have you
been out here?�

�Not too long but
longer than you.�

He looks so cute
there, like a child with one of his leg dangling and the other propped up. He�s
only wearing a pair of shorts�loose fitted this time�and nothing else. I guess
that because of the heat I can�t feel annoyed by it. I don�t know why though
that I would. Maybe because he�s so attractive with all those tight muscles,
that gorgeous chest, firm abs, nice legs� he has such a great body and I hate
feeling this attraction to him when� When what? I don�t know.

But I suddenly
become self-conscious of what I�m wearing and I cross my arms across my chest. I
try not to seem too defensive while doing so, not wanting him to be satisfied by
my discomfort. It�s his attitude today that�s got me feeling this way.

�So Veghead, what
are you doing out here?� I walk over to him and lean against the same railing
he�s sitting on.

�That�s a new one
and I still don�t like it so you can quit it now before I give you a name you
don�t like.�

�SOR-ry!�

�No you�re not, so
stop.�

I laugh. �You have
to admit they sound cute.�

�Cute or not, I
don�t like that you call me that, especially since�just don�t, it�s not right.�

�Not right? Since
when are you concerned with what�s right?�

�Since it concerns
me, baka.�

�Very well,
Vegeta.�

�That�s
better�although ouji-sama or Vegeta-sama is preferable.�

�It will take more
than just a request from you to get me to say that.�

�Humph,� he utters
and turns away. I know he�s not annoyed. He still has that semi-open expression
on his face like he did at dinner. We don�t speak for a while. But then he asks:
�Onna?�

�Hm?�

�Something
perplexes me�you and that weakling, how come you don�t live together? It doesn�t
make sense that you are mates and you live apart.�

This is a first:
Vegeta actually curious about Yamcha and me. But even more odd is what he calls
us. �Mates?�

�Hai, I know you
have a different term but I don�t quite recall.�

�You mean
boyfriend/girlfriend?�

�I�ve heard that
before but I haven�t been able to understand what it really means, even after
looking it up in the dictionary.�

�It means that he�s
my significant other.�

�Your what?�

�My lover.�

�Lover? As in life
mate?�

Life mate? �No, we�re not married yet but I
hope that we will be soon.�

�Married?�

�Yeah, like Son-kun
and Chichi.�

�Oh, so what you
and the loser have is not forever?�

Loser? I�ll ignore
that. �Right, but I want it to be.�

Now he looks
considerate. �But are you both exclusive?�

�Yes, of course,
that�s why he�s my boyfriend.�

�That�s confusing.�

�Why?�

He turns and lets
both legs hang over the railing facing me. �Well if you are exclusive, shouldn�t
you be married, as you say?�

Of course, but he�s
having a difficult time getting around to asking me. That would be nice to say
but considering that Vegeta likes to make fun of my �loser� boyfriend I opt with
saying, �Well�I want to be but he hasn�t asked me yet,� trying to relieve the
sadness in my voice but knowing he hears it.

�Why don�t you ask
him then?�

�He�s supposed to
ask me.�

�I suppose it�s
part of your human customs.�

�Hai.�

�Let me ask you
then, what if there are two people who are lovers and one cheats on the other�do
you humans consider that a bad thing?�

�Well yes.�

�I see.�

I smile. So the
prince is talkative today. �It�s nice when you like to talk to me, you know that
Vegeta?� He grunts. �Yeah, well I just want to know why, though? I mean that
you�re interested in this?�

�Don�t know� maybe
I want a mate.�

He wants a mate? Is
that why he�s been acting so strange lately? �Like me and Yamcha?�

�No, you two aren�t
mates. Mates are like Kakkarot and his harpy.�

�Oh, and you
thought Yamcha and I were?�

�I had thought so,
yes, but now I know otherwise. I don�t understand it though, that he would want
othe�that he would not want to mate you.�

�Why? You think I
should be mated?� I smile broadly. His curiosity and talkativeness is just so
cute.

�Well of course.
He�s stupid for not having you sooner.�

�Having me?�

�Yeah, he should
have claimed you as his. Now if you leave him, it would be his own fault.�

�And what makes you
think I�ll leave him?�

�I didn�t say I
thought you would but if by chance you decide you don�t want him anymore, it�s
he�s loss.�

I arch an eyebrow
and look at him squarely. �Why? Do you think there is a reason why I would want
to leave him?�

�Yes,� he says as
if I should know better, �for one thing the ass is a loser.�

�Loser?� Who the
hell is he to judge?

�And a coward.�

�That�s hitting
below the belt,� I mutter to myself.

�He is beneath
you.�

�Beneath me?� I
can�t help but feel offended.

�Yes, beneath you.
You deserve someone with better standing than him and besides the baka is too
timid.�

�Why timid?�

�He has not taken
you as his mate. You have said before that you�ve been together for a very long
time, since Kakkarot was a brat. It just doesn�t make since. What�s he waiting
for?�

�Why the hell do
you care?!�

�I never said I
did.�

�Then why bother
with this conversation?�

�I thought you
liked it when I talked to you�or is it too personal?� he asks snidely.

�It�s not too
personal but I wonder would you like it if I scrutinized that part of your life
as you are with mine?�

�What is there to
hide? I�m not mated.�

�Insufferable!�

�Onna, you keep
this up and I won�t talk to you again.�

What? Like I care!
I turn away from him and leave. But before I can get inside, he grabs me by my
arm and makes me face him. �Let go.�

He lets go.
�There�s no reason for you to get upset. I�m just curious,� his voice is
suspiciously calm.

I cock my head,
eyeing him doubtfully. �Calling Yamcha a loser and saying he�s beneath me is not
necessarily curious.�

�He is a loser.
That bald guy�Krillin is much more, as you say, cooler than him.�

I laugh.

�What is so damn
funny?�

�You�re not you.�

�Wha?�

�God, Vegeta,
you�re acting so different today and I don�t know. It�s just odd.� I don�t stop
laughing.

�Are you� mocking
me?� His eyes narrow.

�No, no.� I wave
one of my hands for emphasis. �I just never expected you to be this way. I
mean�I like that you are.� I stifle my laughter and only smile at him. �Come on,
Vegeta, you know I�m not vindictive like that.�

His expression
softens again but only slightly. He smirks. �I am not acting all too strange, you
know?�

�Well it seems that
way to me.�

�Of course it
would�you don�t know me too well,� he says with his hands on his hips, �none of
you do�your preconceived notions are false. But I shouldn�t expect much from
silly humans.�

�Well I�� about to
utter a slur of sorts, I abruptly halt when I feel something soft snake around
my upper thigh. I look down to see his tail nuzzling me there. He looks too and
I look up at him. I almost gasp when I see a hint of a blush come to his face.
He looks at me with embarrassment and retracts his tail quickly.

His discomfiture
makes me feel awkward and I smile nervously. Was that an involuntary thing? It
seems so because of his reaction but I�m not sure. It doesn�t matter, as I
become aware of just how close he is to me. Deep eyes fixes with mine, seeming
to draw me in to pools of ebon ink.

I catch myself
before I drown, realizing what I�m doing. Awkwardly I look away, finding his
lips intriguing suddenly. Why, I don�t know. It does nothing to relieve the
awkwardness surrounding us as I feel his eyes still on me. He leans in closer to
me and I stand stagnant, not knowing what to do, not knowing what he is doing,
what he is thinking, wanting� I whisper his name and then my eyes close when his
lips touch mine.

They�re so soft
like a whisper. So contrary to who he is. Gently, like an explorer for the first
time coming across something precious that he must handle with care, he kisses
tentatively. And I find myself responding with the same inquisitiveness as his
warm body presses against to mine. His hand caresses my cheek; mine rest against
his firm chest.

I feel his tail
traverse its way up my leg, over the fabric of my robe towards my hips, and wrap
around my waist pulling me closer. I open my mouth to protest, for my mind is
reeling with the name of my boyfriend. But Vegeta deepens the kiss and I don�t
complain, rather I accept and kiss back. Our tongues mingle. He tastes so good.

No, this isn�t
right.

I pull away,
gasping for air. He looks at me with those deep-piercing eyes, heavy with lust.

�Vegeta,� I breathe
out, my cheeks flush. �I can�t.�

He holds my
attention with those dark penetrating eyes of his for a while, then his tail
unfurls from my waist and he lets go, stepping back. I regret the sudden
bereavement of contact, despite myself. He opens his mouth to speak but then
closes it.

�I better get to
bed,� I say. He says nothing as I go inside. A few seconds later I hear him go
into his room.

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I can�t believe I
just made a fool of myself. I know that I want her but honestly!

It was just so
perfect that I found out they aren�t mates. I am so glad for that but I should
not have been so impetuous as to act without thinking.

What was I
thinking? What am I thinking? Do I really want a mate? Or am I just entertaining
fantasies with no basis in reality? She is not mine�cannot be mine. I have a
goal and a purpose and they do not include her. My mind floods with images of
becoming Super Saiya-jin, defeating the androids, and then killing Kakkarot.
But�could they?

In all honesty,
after I do succeed in my endeavors, what is there left for me? Kami, I�m just so
glad I am bereft of Frieza. Do I want a life of the sort? Out there, conquering
the known universe, dealing with enemies, constant hardship? I�ve never led a
peaceful life. Not until I came here. And even as the androids are to come and
wreck havoc, I�ve gotten a taste of it, this carefree life. I find that I want
it, that I like it despite myself.

But this is not
right. And I still want her. She smelt so sweet. Those enchanting eyes looking
at me, her smile. I think I must have her. But she has another. I had almost
made a blunder when talking about her boyfriend. I am surprised she did not
catch it. I would be doing her a favor by telling her the truth about him. Maybe
I should.

Bah! If she can�t
figure it out on her own she is a fool and not worthy to be my mate.

I flop face down
upon my bed. What�s wrong with me? I look at my tail as it curls around my
wrist. �You bastard! How dare you let her know how I feel.� I grab it angrily,
glaring at it. Damn thing. I cannot believe it did that.

�But how can I be
mad at you? You came back to me today.� I caress it for a few seconds. I guess
next time I�m that close to her, I�ll have to wrap it tighter around my waist to
make sure I do not go through an embarrassment like that again.

�997� 998� 999�
1000,� I utter as I come up for my last sit up. I sigh heavily as I lie back
down, feeling the burn in my abs. Well, that does it for my pre-morning workout.
I look at the clock. It appears to be breakfast time. I get up and turn off the
gravity, grabbing a towel and heading off to the main compound.

I groan inwardly as
I think about what I did last night and how stupid I was. But I am not a coward
so I won�t avoid her. She has nothing on me and there is really no reason to be
ashamed�well at least in front of her. Well it�s not like she would dare say
anything to ridicule me now. She knows I won�t stand for it.

As I open the door
to the kitchen I sense her ki coming down the stairs. I have no idea what I�ll
say to her and I do not make any effort to think of anything as I sit down
waiting for her to enter. And she does, wearing tight, purple shorts and a
white, spaghetti-string tank top, nicely revealing her toned midriff.

�Good morning,
Vegeta,� she says with a broad smile on her face, �hungry?�

I am a little
disconcerted. I would have thought she�d be acting awkward around me, or
anything but this cheerful demeanor. �Of course I�m hungry,� I shoot back.

�Good, �cause so am
I,� she says opening the fridge. �What would you like? Omelets? Pancakes? Bacon
and eggs? French toast?�

�All of the above.�

�Silly me, what was
I thinking?� She lines the counter with most of said food and ingredients. Then
she opens the cupboard to get the rest. �You checked out the GR?�

�Hai, I used it
today.�

�It�s working
okay?�

�As always, I
suppose.�

�That�s good.�

I wonder why she
isn�t bothered by what happened last night. I have to admit I am relieved she
isn�t affected by it, but despite this I feel sort of disappointed. It�s silly
of me to feel this way but if she really wasn�t affected by it then that means
she would not really want me if she became free of that weakling. The thought of
that does not settle well with me.

It does not matter,
anyhow. Having any kind of feeling towards her is ridiculous. I am glad our
relationship will continue as normal. It would be stupid of me to think
otherwise. I am glad; having to explain myself or deal with any of her
femaleness would surely piss me off anyway. And that would definitely be a
vexing thing.

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