The Power Of Love

SUMMARY: Vegeta tells Bulma how he feels. Lumo puts his plan into action.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z and am in no way connected to them. I only wish I was, than I'd have at least SOME $$$. I also do not own and am in no way related to the creators or producers or anything of the song Power of Love by Celine Dion. Please don't sue me. Seeing as how I am broke, sueing me would do you no good. =Þ

AUTHOR: Hidden Angel

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"Why Vegeta? Why would you do that?" He thought he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear the proud Saiyan say it.

"Damnit Kakkarot. Are you really that stupid? Ugh!"

"Well? You still haven't told me why."

Vegeta looked down, almost as if he was ashamed. His answer came, voice barely above a whisper. "Because I love her."

This time, Kakkarot did fall off the chair, unable to hold himself up, shocked to the bone.

*****

Kakkarot picked himself up off of the floor, still shocked at Vegeta's bluntness about his feelings. "Gee Vegeta. If you love her, you got to let her know."

"Are you crazy Kakkarot?" Vegeta's face flushed red. "She would just laugh at me. Besides, what good would that do? It's not like she could ever love me back." Vegeta's voice dropped to a near whisper again, almost as if he was ashamed.

"But you don't know that. She might love you. She might be afraid of rejection just like you. She might..."

"Enough with the 'she might' alright? There is no way she can love me. I have been nothing but a monster since I got here. I have never once shown any signs of affection. Tell me, how can she love me?" Kakkarot just stood there, unsure how to respond. "Exactly. So there are no 'she might' situations alright?"

Kakkarot turned around and walked towards the door. Just before he walked out, he turned around to say a few words to Vegeta. "Okay, if you say so. But I still say there is no harm in trying." He quickly closed the door, hearing a loud thud as something hit the door behind him.

*****

The spaceship took off, bound for Planet Vegeta with six elite warriors. Toruo watched it leave with a tinge of regret. Afterall, what would the King think about this? Would the King harm his parents? He hoped not. Still, he felt it was his duty to stick by the Prince's side during rough times such as these. He was still young and wouldn't allow himself to believe that Vegeta was no longer the Prince. He felt that one day, King Vegeta and the Prince would make up and everything would be alright again. If only he knew how wrong he was.

*****

Lumo was also watching the departing ship as he leaned over on his window sill. His mind was working out the final details of his plan when he heard the engines start and than blast off. He wondered how long it would be until he would get to see his home planet again. Pushing the thought out of his mind, Lumo set to work turning his plan into a reality.

*****

Toruo was training alone. He didn't feel like asking the green man to train with him again. The last time he had, the green man had almost beaten him with a sly little trick. A sudden movement to his left caught his attention. Immediately, Toruo gave chase, curious as to who it was. The thing, whatever it was, was gaining ground on him. He smirked. Saiyans loved challenges and Toruo was no different. This game of chase was turning into a challenge.

*****

Vegeta wsa training in his machine again when it suddenly stopped. He heard a few popping noises and wondered who had turned his machine off. He felt around for a ki. Nope, none whatsoever. Then what the hell had just happened to his machine?

Vegeta left the gravity machine in a rage. "WOMAN! Get your rear end out here now!"

Bulma could hear the Saiyan's voice from inside the castle. She winced, the conversation he had with the other man, flooding back to her. Quietly, she got up from her work bench, knowing that if she didn't go to him, he would come to her.

"WOMAN! Come out this instance! I..."

"No need to yell Vegeta. I'm right here."

"Hmph. Good." He knew anger was written all over his face, but he couldn't help it. She was the reason he had lost everything. How could he not be angry at her? Still, he could feel it. Deep down inside, he wasn't angry at her at all. "There is something wrong with that damn machine. Go and fix it."

As she walked away without arguing back, Vegeta sensed something was wrong. One, the woman hadn't yelled at him. Two, her shoulders drooped in a fashion that he had never seen before. Three, her eyes had been red and puffy. Was she sick? Vegeta could feel a sense of concern and protectiveness well up inside of him. He had to know what was wrong with her, he had to find out.

He followed her into the machine, watching as she worked her magic. She gave a yelp of pain as her finger was cut by something or other in what she called the 'motor'. She quickly withdrew her hand and stared in shock at the blood seeping out.

Vegeta dashed forward, unaware of his actions. "Stupid woman, look what you've gone and done." He took her bleeding finger gently in his hand, marvelling at the sight of her innocently spilled blood.

Bulma's heart raced. Did the arrogant Prince actually care about her? His gentleness made her feel dizzy and her stomach flip flop. Never had she ever imagined that the Prince of Saiyans could be so careful or gentle.

"Vegeta?"

"Shut up woman. We are going to find a doctor so he can look at this wound." He didn't understand why he was over reacting to the little cut, but it seemed as if every drop of blood that seeped out of her was another cut in his heart.

"It's only a little cut Vegeta. You've had way worse ones."

He dragged her out of the gravity machine, all the while trying to think of where to find a doctor. Finally, after walking around in circles, he turned around to answer her comment. "Only a little cut? It could get infected and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing for Kami knows how long. Then who would fix my machine? Besides, I can take the pain because I'm a Saiyan. We Saiyans can take more than you pathetic humans."

Bulma violently yanked her hand away from him. "So that's all we are aren't we? Slaves for the mighty Prince and his warriors, that's all." Her voice began to rise in anger. "Well I don't want this anymore. If I must life in slavery than I would rather die. Go ahead. Kill me!" She was practically yelling at the top of her lungs now. "I'm not afraid. Do it!"

Vegeta wanted her to shut up. Not knowing how to stop her ranting, he did the only thing he could. He grabbed her, pulled her towards him and planted a kiss on her lips. That sure shut her up pretty quickly. His eyes shut tight, he felt her try to push away, but eventually give in to his kiss, also drowning in the emotions that flew between them. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally broke apart from each other, both gasping for breath.

Bulma looked up into Vegeta's eyes, for the first time seeing something other than venom and hatred. She sensed vulnerability, confusion, the want to be understood. Not allowing herself to submit to his child-like eyes, she turned away.

Vegeta faught a failing battle with himself. He wanted to push the woman away, tell her she meant nothing to him, but he couldn't. He just wanted to hold her in his arms forever and never let go. She turned away and he closed his eyes.

"Woman, I would never kill you. You mean too much to me." Damn, why had he said that? Now she knew.

Her blue eyes looked up into his face, searching for something. He couldn't help but look back at her as well, straight into the ocean of wonder that was her eyes. They tore through his soul, reading him like a book, making him feel weaker than a kitten.

"Why? Why wouldn't you kill me?"

Damn her. She already knew the answer, at least he thought she did, so why was she asking him these stupid questions. "Damn woman, why must you ask me questions that you already know the answer to." He turned away and crossed his arms over his chest, wanting to keep what remained of his pride.

She walked around so that they were facing each other again. In that one kiss, something had exploded inside of her and she realized why his words had hurt so much. It was because she loved him. Yes, she, Bulma Briefs, was in love with the arrogant Saiyan Prince. "I ask because I don't know Vegeta."

Her voice had softened, sending tremors up and down Vegeta's body. Quickly, he closed his eyes, not wanting them to betray his emotions to her. His mind continued to fight itself. He had nothing to lose now, no kingdom, no pride, so why not tell her that he loved? No, she would never let him live it down. Besides, emotions were for weaklings. Damnit, if emotions were for weaklings, he wanted to be the weakest creature alive.

"Vegeta?"

She placed a hand on his arm after a few moments, wondering what he was thinking. Another tremor of emotion shot it's way through his body. Unable to control it anymore, he pulled her against him again, kissing her more passionately than the first time. Breaking the kiss, he kept his hold on her, resting his head on her shoulder as she, with a lot of confusion, did the same.

"Damn you woman. I hate you. You are the first person to ever make me feel love."

His last few words were so quiet that Bulma almost thought he had never said them. She quickly closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that were trying to squeeze their way out. Was this all a dream? If it was, she wanted to sleep forever. Finally, unable to hold them back anymore, the tears began to fall.

Vegeta felt her body shake in his arms. Moving away, he looked at the woman who he still held closely to him. "What's wrong woman? Why are you sad?"

"I'm not sad Vegeta. I'm just very happy?"

"Hmph." He pulled her back against his body again as she continued to sob. "Baka humans. You cry when you are upset and you cry when you are happy. I will never understand your race."

Smiling up at him, she kissed him again, savouring the taste of his lips on her's. "I love you too Vegeta."

The two held on to each other for awhile longer, neither one wanting to let go, afriad it was only a dream. "Um, Vegeta, as much as I like being in this position, I have to fix the gravity machine still remember?"

"Fine. Go and fix the stupid machine."

He crossed his arms and followed her. 'He's so sweet. I wish he could be like that more often.' What the hell was that? The woman hadn't said anything out loud, yet he had heard her. NO! No way! He couldn't be. When? How? NO! Damnit, he was. The proud warrior was now bonded, one way or another, to the weak, blue haired woman.

*****

Toruo slowed down, now completely lost. The thing he had been chasing, whatever it was, was now gone. How could he let it get away. A rustling nearby caught his attention. So that's where the thing was. Creeping slowly towards the bush, Toruo readied himself to pounce on whatever it was. Three steps left, two, one. He felt someone behind him. Before he could turn around, a hand was on his neck. The hand pinched slightly and than Toruo knew nothingness.

NEXT TIME ON POWER OF LOVE: Lumo's plans to eliminate Kakkarot continue. Some more K (G)/CC moments.

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