in his sleep. So it was worth the effort. He was worth loving, and he was worth the effort that Bulma had tried so hard since they had known each other.With him. With you.
She didn't want to change him, no way. All she wanted was his respect, his affection, and his life with a little love. It seemed like she wanted to make amends for all the years of oppression and humiliation Vegeta had been exposed to. All she wanted was him. He's all alone.
The night changed to day and the first rays of sun penetrating through the window gently woke Bulma from her sleep. Looking at the empty space next to her, she sighed briefly, then got up and got dressed. Today she would finally be working on the new and improved gravity space. Nothing but thinking, screwing and being free, she thought to herself.
But first she went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Vegeta and Bulma had the Capsule Corporation to themselves as Trunks and grandparents attended a conference for scientists in the Western Capital. They would be gone for several days.
Without a word she walked past Vegeta, who was already sitting at the table and tapping impatiently with his finger.It hadn't bothered her that he tried to provoke her with this gesture. She had long been used to his impatience, especially when it came to meals. She didn’t even bother to answer it, that usually only brought arguments anyway and Bulma was just too tired for that that morning.
After they had finished eating, they both sat and stared at each other. Her eyes bored into the person opposite and never let go of her.
After a few seconds, however, the woman broke away and stood up. Without saying a word, she walked down the long corridors to her laboratory. She started to work but couldn't concentrate properly.
"What's the matter with me? Come back down, Bulma ..." she chided herself.
Her thoughts kept lingering on him. On him'. He drove her mad, to her work performance. She dreamily bored holes in the air with her eyes and did not think about working any further. She just stayed in her position and closed her eyes.Vegeta had long since been training in the GR. He couldn't forget the way she stared at him this morning. It was her eyes. Those eyes, what was it that so captivated him?
In the middle of training, reaching his limits, he noticed her aura again. Bulma stood in front of the GR and stared through one of the hatches into its interior. She liked watching him fight. Fighting was nothing new to her, but it was different with Vegeta. The pride and elegance that lay in his movements were fascinating. Slowly she turned and slid her back down the outside wall of the room until she was sitting on the floor with knees bent. Suddenly the door of the GR opened and Vegeta came out. He looked in her direction, walked over to her, and bent down. One hand propped up next to her head, he eyed her.
"What are you doing here?" asked he. "Watch you." she smiled.
"Why?" he raised an eyebrow and waited for her answer. "Because I like to watch you." she said softly and put her hand on his next to her head.She felt his muscles still throbbing from the strenuous exercise. Now he smiled too. Oh how she loved to see him laugh. "Vegeta ..." she whispered softly. "... don't leave me." His eyes darkened. Leaving? He wasn't going to leave her, he thought. "Who says that ..." he wanted to begin, but Bulma put her index finger to his lips. "Nobody, but who had ever done that?" she said seriously. She was wrong. Hadn't he come back to her every time? He would never leave her again. He couldn't and he didn't want to.
He looked away from her and stared at the floor. It wasn't his way of talking about things like that and she knew it. Of course she knew that, who but her could have known more about him? Nobody knew him as well as she did. Sometimes he wondered if he really knew himself best, because she always taught him better.
Smiling, she got up and wanted to return to her laboratory, but Vegeta stopped her.He didn't want to let her go yet. Determiningly he pressed her against the wall, holding her wrists with his hands. Bulma liked his stormy manner. Slowly they came closer and kissed. Vegeta enjoyed the proximity to her and drew strength from it. When they parted, their eyes met again. She was shocked by the determination in his eyes. She got goosebumps as her gaze bored even further into his eyes. This emptiness, this cold aura, but she knew better that he wasn't like that.
"What are you looking at me like that?" she said hastily, still breathing heavily from the previous kiss. "I like to look at you." he said only briefly and began to grin. She smiled and when he released his hands from hers she hugged him and laid her head on his chest. She could hear his heart racing.
"I am probably repeating myself Vegeta, but I really love you very much, with all my heart." she sighed. "I ..." his gaze hardened.Was it really that hard to say those simple words? What was it that was stopping him? He hated himself for that kind of weakness. "Vegeta, ..." she said. "... you don't have to prove anything, I know it that way too." she smiled at him and got up. She knew how difficult it was for him to admit his feelings.
And for that very reason she hadn't asked him to. Why should she, they were just words. Much more important to her were the deeds that he let speak for his feelings. His dedication that he poured into his struggles to protect those he loved. He also got up and looked her in the eye for a moment before he went back to the GR and continued his hard training.
He was ashamed that his ego was so big that he couldn't even tell the woman he loved how much he was doing it. It was seldom that he showed her such affection. It was not easy for him to forget his pride and his sense of honor and she knew that very well.It was she who had brought him this far. It was she who was responsible for everything he'd done in the past few years. It was clear that he was interested in her from the start, because he put up with so much of her.
He didn't need her, why should he? After all, he couldn't have cared where he trained or where he slept. He wouldn't have needed her help.
Nevertheless, he decided to move in with her and to tolerate her initially exhausting and annoying behavior. He couldn't help but didn't know why himself. Where was his dignity? Had he given up on everything that made him stand out? He didn't know himself. "Stop it!" he yelled, hovering as he increased gravity another 150G, as if to drive his thoughts away. Bulma had meanwhile returned to the laboratory when she sat down heavily. "It's just words ..." she whispered softly as she picked up the screwdriver.Lost in thought she tinkered with the new main computer of the gravity room. He would endure more than the one in which Vegeta had already reached the limits of technology.
Again and again he had complained about the 'weak machine' and Bulma decided to give in to his will. After all, she could, so why shouldn't she if it made him happy? She knew how much he cared about his training and she didn't want to stand in the way.
How hard he'd trained all these years. He had never lost sight of his goal, never given up what he was always fighting for. Bulma could well remember the time when she found out that Vegeta was dying by the demon Boo.
The pain that pierced her limbs and heart. How she had hoped, everything would be just a terrible nightmare, everything would not be true.
Hot tears flowed down her tender cheeks, ebbed at the corners of her mouth. The very memory of that loss made her freeze."Pull yourself together, Bulma ... it's over, he's alive ..." she whispered to herself when suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. She quickly turned her head to one side.
It was Vegeta. As if he knew what she was thinking about. He just stood there and said nothing. But that was all he had to do. "All is well." that was all he said as he pulled her over and hugged her.
"I know, I know ..." she pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat soothing. Yes, he really had changed. If only he had never let his feelings take over before. Even if he would never admit it to himself, it had broken his heart to see her like that. He had never wanted to admit how much his family meant to him. He was raised to be cold and compassionate, the world he now lived in had changed him. 'She' had changed him.
But he had realized that it was not weakening him. She gave him support and strength.To know that there was someone who gave him affection, comforted his tormented soul with love. He had seen that fighting against it was no use. In this relationship there was nothing to fight against, he knew that. Back when they fought Boo, he had allowed the evil to get out of hand. Tickled the last bit of malice out of him and made him a danger to himself and everyone he loved. It was his pure selfishness that drove him to just destroy his archenemy. His irrepressible pride, which used to make him that ruthless monster. An elite warrior who did not shy away from risking his life because there was nothing to live for. Nothing that he could long for, nothing that his heart drove him to. He hated thinking about that time. The memories he always tried to forget. Which he tried again and again to suppress. For him, as a proud Saiyan, there was nothing but winning or losing.If he lost, it only led to humiliation and revenge.
Revenge on those who exposed him, defeated him and declared him a loser. Revenge on those who hurt his honor. But his actions not only hurt his pride. Each time something had died in him, something he didn't even know existed.
Slowly she broke away from him. She had noticed what he was thinking about as his eyes darkened. "Are you hungry?" she said. He just smiled briefly and nodded.
"All right, Vegeta." She took his hand and pulled him behind her. How soft her delicate hands were every time they touched him.
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