The moon shone brightly as Vegeta and Bulma flew through the night sky. Bulma' s eyes sparkled at the beauty of the moon. All the building below them looked like tiny mushrooms up from where they flew. Although she had somewhat recovered from the Yamcha incident, but still she couldn't help feeling low. She felt so lost and so lonely.
How could she not have seen it sooner...how could she have been so blind? She looked up at Vegeta who was staring straight ahead. The moonlight shined on his face and he seemed somewhat...dazzling? Where did that come from, I mean this is Vegeta! The self- centered troll Prince that goes around emptying your and fridge and doesn't care about anyone but himself! But she had to admit that he did look quiet handsome right now.
Vegeta felt her eyes on him and he stared back. Bulma looked away blushing. He felt uncomfortable with the way she looked at him.
'She looks so beautiful' Vegeta thought to himself.
'No! I must resist the bond!' He watched her silky blue hair as it swayed through the air.
'Just look at her! What if she rejects me. I'd be stuck with a half bond for the rest of my life while she just moves on. Uhrrr!! That can't happen! And it wont happen!! Not with me!! I am the Prince of Vegetasei!! I should be able to take any baka woman as my mate!!'
A cold breeze passed by and Bulma shivered at the sudden change of warmth. Seeing her shiver, Vegeta held her more tightly, careful not to squash her and heated her body with his.
Bulma looked at him. He was uncomfortable with her look again so he looked away.
A single tear ran down Bulma's face so she turned away as well. Though she said to herself that she was crying because of Yamcha she knew well that she wasn't. She had no intension of being with Yamcha anymore. She knew who she really loved, who she truely loved but she could never have him. He would never want her. He would never love her. He cannot feel.
'It's hopeless' she thought to herself as another tear rolled down her cheek. She tightened her grip on him, so much wanting to believe that it would make him love her and that she would be in his embrace.
Vegeta was startled by her sudden movement. He looked at her. She had started crying and was clinging on to him with all her might as if she was for her life. He gently loosened her grip and pulled her away. She looked so sad, too sad for him even, so he pulled her back and held her, all the way to Capsule Corporation.
Weeks passed and Bulma was starting to feel better and had nearly forgot about Yamcha. All along she had known it wasn't going to work out and yet she held on to him. But Vegeta is fairly different to her, despite his cruel deeds. Although she loved him she did not want to invade his privacy, so she tried to keep away from him.
"Dammit! Shimatta!! Stupid piece of junk!!" Bulma cursed as she hammered at the blender with her fists.
Vegeta stood by the door, staring at her, amused.
"What're you lookin' at?!" she snapped at him when she finally noticed him.
"I don't know what's more pathetic, you pounding at a useless piece of plastic or those weakling friends of yours," he chuckled and proceeded emptying the fridge.
"How dare you!?" Once again her pride overvelmed her attempts to ignore him.
He frowned, "Serves you right!"
"Serves me right for doing what?!"
"Go figure!"
"Oh, if it's that's time where you started hearing things..." Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her.
"Urgh, don't you get it?! It was just the wind! Kami, you are so naive!"
"Baka!! It was NOT the wind!!"
"Then what was it?! No, don't tell me, I have had enough of your madness."
"Dammit women! I have not gone mad!!! Do you have any idea what you have done to me?!"
Bulma put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"You..." he stopped.
'What're you doing?! You can't tell that baka about bonding!! Kisama!' Vegeta's senses kicked in, regaining his composure, he turned and left.
'Strange man,' Bulma thought to herself. 'Well better get back to the lab--' she halted when she suddenly heard the front door open.
'Oh Kami..what now?!'
Her eyes grew wide as she saw Yamcha walk in, shirtless!
"Hey baby" he purred.
Bulma gulped, "Hi..Yamcha...what're you doing here?"
He grinned devilishly, "I wanted to apologize," he started, "and maybe then afterwards we could go out again and have some...fun," he said walking towards her with his arms out as if he was going to squeeze her.
Bulma backed away. "Yamcha, I think you should leave," she said pointing to the door.
Yamcha smoothly took her hand and kissed it. Bulma reeled away from his grasp.
"Yamcha, leave!" she repeated more harshly.
"Don't be silly Bulma, you know you want this," he said forcing her to back away even further until she was pinned against the counter.
"Yamcha, get off of me!" she cried out as he kissed her cheek, 'this can't be happening, kami...'
"Come on Bulma, don't be a spoilsport," Yamcha said clamping her arms and pressing them against the wall.
She struggled trying to free herself but it was no use. She was on the verge for tears.
"Yamcha let me go or else--"
"Or else what?" he purred into her ear.
'Kami..help me...I'm being raped by my ex-boyfriend!! Someone please...but who, the only person in the house besides me is...'
"VEGETA!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
Yamcha pushed away covering his ears. Bulma sank to the ground and started crying.
Vegeta was there in a flash. He looked at the weeping Bulma, then at Yamcha who just gave him a dirty look.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Vegeta spat at him.
"What's it to you?!" Yamcha spat back.
"Hmmp! Get out of here before I crush you!" Vegeta threatened.
Yamcha, knowing well enough that he stood no chance against Vegeta, left giving him a burning glare.
After he left, Bulma stopped crying. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her.
"Thanks Vegeta," she said between sobs.
He humped. "What for?"
She looked away.
"Well whatever it was, it's gone now so stop crying, it's giving me a headache!"
"Oh sorry. Why did you decide to help me all of a sudden when you could have just left me?"
"Well didn't you scream my name out to come save you?!" She nodded.
"You should know better than to have people like Yamcha coming in and trying to rape you," he continued. Her head shot up and stared up at him.
'Why is she staring at me...Kuso! Shimatta! I should've kept my mouth shut. Now I have to explain to her what a bond is. Kisama!!'
"H-how did you..."
He sighed, 'might as well tell her.'
He walked over and crouched down in front of her.
"Bulma, remember that time when you called me...insane?" he started. "..we..um..I." he was lost for words.
Bulma raised an eyebrow at him.
"I have bonded to you!" he finally said, louder than he had expected. Bulma blinked and started to crack up laughing. She put her hands around her stomach and rolled on the floor unable to control herself.
'Dammit woman! This isn't a joke!' he shouted at her in his mind. She grew wide-eyed and stumbled to her feet.
"What're you saying?" she managed to get out.
"I'm saying...I'm saying that I..I--" he cut himself off and pulled her close to him. Leaning over he kissed her. Bulma's eyes grew wide as saucers but found herself kissing back. She had longed for this to happen for a long time.
'Kami, he does like me,' she thought to herself.
Soon enough she found herself in her room. She smiled to herself as Vegeta pulled the covers over them and turned the light off.
THE END
Well that's the end of the story, hope you enjoyed it. If you want you can email me reviews or whatever, or if you'd like your fic up on my site, well, that's another thing you can email me about ^.^
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