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"Words Can't Say"Written By: Vegetas_Princess
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or the characters,
I just wrote a fanfic. Summary: Vegeta and Bulma engage in a kiss that
frightens Vegeta. He can't come to terms with his feelings but when
Bulma finds herself in serious trouble Vegeta has to make a decision. Author: Vegetas_Princess Feed back would be very much appreciated:- Vegetas_Princess
Chapter Two Bulma looked up from the table to the door and screeched. "What are you doing here!?" she roared "I told you! I never want to see you again!" She had meant it too. When she broke up with Yamcha almost a month ago it had been for good this time. She had actually caught him, red handed, in bed with another woman. "Yeah. but baby I missed you" Yamcha sputtered, stumbling over his own feet moving closer to her. "What?" Bulma raged taking a step back and assessing him. "Yamcha are you drunk?" "No!" he blared, "Well, maybe ~hiccough~ a little" "Get out." Bulma said calmly. "But, Bulma, sweetie, I need you." He pleaded "Well I certainly don't need you!" she yelled furiously. "Common Bulma. We've been together for so long and we never even did it.!" He protested. "You and your 'I'm a virgin and I want to wait until I know you love me' stuff wasn't fair. All the years I spent with you, all the years I cared about you and you never even let me! Let's do it now. Now I can show you that you're meant to be with me Bulma baby" "Never!" she screamed, disgusted. "You know what! I'm tired of waiting for you. You've never been there when I've really needed you. I'm not letting this time be the same.!" Yamcha growled at her. "Yamcha what are you talking about?" Bulma said, getting a little frightened. He didn't answer her. He just walked to her, and backed her into a corner. He grabbed her tiny hands that were trying to push him away. He snapped her wrists to that she fell to the ground. He sat on top of her and began to undo the buttons to her sundress. "Get off me!" she screamed bloody murder into his ear."For once will you just shut the fuck up!" he said coldly putting his hand over her mouth as she started to yell again. That being a loss Bulma started flailing her arms and kicking at him. Without warning Yamcha used a generous amount of his strength and over powered her, forcing her arms to the floor and spreading her legs apart. He took off his belt and uses to tie Bulma's hands together and he ripped her dress right off exposing her body, which was only covered by her bra and panties. Soon enough they accompanied her sundress in a pile of shred material. Now lying naked under Yamcha she began to cry. She bawled as a pain unlike any other she'd ever felt swept throughout her body. Yamcha was forcing himself in and out of her bloody passageway. Just when Bulma thought she was lost to him, Yamcha went flying across the room. Vegeta walked over to where he had kicked Yamcha to and grabbed his hair. He dragged him outside and he felt like he would kill him, but knew that that's not what the woman would want. Instead, he tossed him in the air and kicked him like a football to wake up miles away on some island, far far away from them. He went back inside and knelt by Bulma's battered body. He marveled at her beauty, even in a stat such as this. "Are you alright?" he asked very quietly. She whimpered. Tears streaming down her face, creating an icy glaze over her eyes that were looking straight up at Vegeta. "Come on now. Are you okay?" he asked, attempting to maintain control over his frustration. "Mmm Hmm" she mumbled. "Thank you" she wept softly. "There was too much racket. I couldn't sleep." He said gently, even though he came for other reasons. Usually he didn't get involved in Bulma and Yamcha's petty arguments, which he figured this would just be. But when he heard no more noise and no one close the door he figured something was wrong. She seemed to ignore him but Vegeta was not offended this time. After sitting for a while he picked her up and took her to her bed where he set her down very gently. He wanted more than anything to be with her, but he wouldn't take advantage of her. He had too much pride for that kind of behavior. As he left her side on his way to the door he heard a faint whine. He couldn't look back, he couldn't give into his own weakness. He left and returned to his room for the remainder of the night. For the next two weeks Vegeta couldn't train. He was so hungry and so tired. Bulma hadn't left her room since the night with Yamcha. She hadn't, but more importantly, Vegeta hadn't eaten much. Even worse, all night Vegeta just lay in bed listening to her screaming and crying her sleep. "Yamcha no!" she screamed from her nightmares. On the eve of the third week Vegeta just lay there, wide-awake when he heard a large crash and the screaming stop. Surprisingly it wasn't the crash that jolted him, but the dead silence and lowered ki he felt. He hopped out of bed sporting just his boxers and went down the hall to Bulma's door. He began banging on it, "What's all the racket woman!" he snarled. Nothing. There was nothing. He tried a few more times. He then opened the door. ~ * ~
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