ice_cold

Ice Cold Eyes

Vegeta turned and glanced up at he window of the Capsule Corporation. His
stance shifted and he plopped down next to a tree. It was a freezing night,
yet he felt nothing. He had been training all day and had finally destroyed
his training capsule. So he was stranded, refusing to except the hospitality
of Capsule Corp, outside in the cold. He had cuts all over his body and
scrapes, blood had even managed to touch his lip from his forehead and he had
ceased to notice.
    He was lost in a trance, there was nothing on his mind, everything had
been cleared. Of course, he wanted to reach his goal of super saiyajin and
surpass Gokou, yet, at this point, he had been training for a year and felt
no results. Just as he turned, gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes and
squeezed tightly. He was so alone.
    "Uh.. Vegeta?"        Vegeta, turned angrily and growled, quickly
standing up in the blink of an eye.
    "What the hell!" He screeched.
    "Oh well! Excuse me for being nice!" Bulma shrieked in return, quickly
dropping the plate of food she had brought to him. The food items dropped to
the ground, ripped, and were quickly dirtied. "Next time you do that to me
Vegeta….kuso, I don't know what I'll do!" Bulma yelled.

    Vegeta, watched as she left, bewildered. His actions were not of his
intention, it was as if he was half asleep, but not he was fully alert. That
woman! Who does she take me for? A lowly Kakkarot? Kisama! She gets to me
every time! She's too emotional, I didn't do shit to the woman this time and
she… wastes my food! Damn, ill be hungry all night. With that, he snarled.
    "WOMAN!" He screamed. Instantly she turned and a look of surprise crossed
her face.
    "Wha-" Bulma gasped, "what the hell Vegeta!" Bulma blinked and Vegeta
appeared instantly beside her, and she took a step back.
    Vegeta smirked, he felt exhilaration every time she cautioned him. He
took a scraped finger and pressed it against her forehead. \
    "I can kill you easily."
He's trying to make a fool of me. Just look at him, he looks like scrap,
every INCH of him is scratched, he looks so beat up that I could probably
take him! Or..not Haha, he looks so confident but he could never hurt me,
he has never tried and he's lived here for a year. "Try it," Bulma urged, and
she pressed her finger on his chest, at the fringe of his muscles. Her move
surprised him and he flinched.
What is this? How dare she… touching the body of royalty, we're too close,
she should at least be several feet away from my presence! Vegeta thought, he
gaped and then withdrew his hand and walked away muttering, "Don't test me
woman."
    Pleased, Bulma smiled and turned, walking back inside the house.

    "Awww, they're so cute! Why, reminds me of my teen years!" Mrs. Breifs
exclaimed, raising her hand to her cheek. She watched the two squabble all
the time.
    "Pumpkin….. you really think you should be interfering?" Mr. Breifs
asked, entering the patio. "hmm, on second thought, maybe you should,
wouldn't want a brawl to break loose-" DR. Breifs exclaimed, laughing.
    "Vegeta's working so hard, why, his muscles are growing! TeeheheAHHAH,"
Mrs. Breifs chuckled.

    Bulma sat Vegeta's food on a small table outside of his new Training
Capsule. Turning towards the window, she peered inside the Capsule. Seeing
him nowhere, her mind raced. "He's hurt, he must be on the ground, dying or
worse!" Bulma wondered, gasping.

    "What are you doing, woman?" Vegeta muttered. Bulma screamed, jumping
and collapsed into the table, knocking the food squares onto the ground.
    "You shit! What are you doing, surprising me like that! I thought you
were training!" Bulma exclaimed.
    "Lowly woman, you're a clumsy fool,"
    "WHAT DID you say! Bastard, you're a thickheaded idiot!" Bulma shrieked.
    Vegeta put a hand to his barely covered hip, when Bulma realized that he
was training in skin tight boxer shorts and sneakers.

    When Vegeta said nothing, Bulma felt as if he was overcome with
composure. He was smirking and she hated knowing that he had gotten the
better of her.
    "W-why don't you put on some damn clothing Vegeta, no one wants to see
you like that," Bulma said.
    "I train in this baka, if you don't like it, then you shouldn't stare,"
Vegeta grumbled, opening the door to his gravity room.
    "Stare?! And where did you get that idea saiyajin?" Bulma shrieked.
Vegeta didn't reply and he shut her out.


    A month passed and the vocabulary between Bulma and Vegeta was little.

    Sighing, Bulma threw snatched her car keys from the hook and trotted
outside into the crisp night. She brushed hair out of her eyes and jumped
into the air car, inserted the keys, and started the engine.

    From a distance, Vegeta noticed her. He had taken the food she placed
for him and was sitting under a shaded tree, devouring it. His eyes
narrowed. She was wearing her sundress which was cut very nicely. Growling,
he turned away. How could she possibly stir him like that? She's a lousy
human, he decided. Yet, he turned, stuffing his face at the same time.
"Where is she going? She hasn't left this late in a long time. Damn her,"
Vegeta thought. His own thoughts surprised him. His precious time was
preoccupied by her at this moment and he would not stand for it. He felt
angry and confused all at once and without a second thought, he took after
her, just to see where she was heading.

    "Here it is…. Sigh, I shouldn't even be coming, there will be nothing for
me here right now," Bulma thought, "besides, Vegeta will be all by himself
tonight since mom and dad are out, I'm sure he'll be hungry or lonely….."
WHAT THE? Bulma covered her eyes, just as if that would shield her memory
from such thoughts. "Lonely my ass, why should I even care. He's always
alone… it's so sad, but so am I." Frowning, Bulma finally managed to shove
her car keys in her purse and walk up the short steps to the Son house.
Taking a deep breath, she reached for the handle.
    "Bulma!!" Goku exclaimed, swinging open the door before she had a chance
to open it. The door knob smashed as it hit the wall. "Gunna hafta fix
that.." Goku muttered and then he turned back to Bulma, embracing her in a
hug.
    "Haven't seen ya around Buruma!" Goku exclaimed. Bulma half smiled.
    "Been busy and I'm tied up y'know and everything," Bulma said, shrugging.

    "Really with what, besides your work I mean?" Goku asked.
    "His royal highness, he's alotta work to keep around," Bulma snickered,
and already she felt as if she was alone again. Even when she was fighting
with Vegeta, she wasn't alone, but standing next to Goku.. she was. It was
strange, twisted. "Pssh, what am I pondering, Bulma what are you doing? Are
you thinking that Vegeta is the only one who shares your loneliness and pain?
….." Her thoughts trailed off and she shuffled her feet.
    "BuuuUlmmmAAAAA! We got food!" Goku beamed and he pushed her inside,
causing her to stumble.
    "Goku, don't push guests around!" ChiChi yelled, sitting a bowl of
teriyaki chicken on the table. The music was at full blast and knowing she
accomplished something, ChiChi smiled. Her smile quickly faded and she
turned racing away.
    "Chichi--?" Goku stuttered.
    "It's Gohan! Damn! I forgot, I forgot that tonight is Tuesday and every
Tuesday he does an extra hour of Chemistry! Scuze me!" ChiChi gasped. Goku
blushed.
    Hardly noticing, Bulma sighed.
    Goku turned toward the door, running to shut it when he noticed a small
dark figure in the sky, the figure's hair stood tall and ruffles in the wind.
"Vegeta? Must wanna party with us, I didn't think he'd want to come to
Krillin's birthday, maybe shoulda invited the guy," Goku thought, scratching
his head. The figure spun away and Goku closed the door.

    "At a party with Kakkarot! Thought the woman was better than that!"
Vegeta gasped, clenching his teeth. "She looks like shit, and she's not
bubbly as usual, ah kuso why the hell would I care!!!!!!" Vegeta yelled,
punching himself in the gut with anger. After releasing a gasp from the
punch, he let his arm lift and powered up. "If I destroy the Kakkarot's home
now, his party and his loved ones will be shattered, along with that nasty
woman," Vegeta thought, but he wasn't smiling. He wasn't even aroused by the
idea. "If she's gone I'll.. have no food," Vegeta quickly wondered. As his
hand lowered again, he tried to force himself to put in the back of his mind
that more would be lost besides the bringer of his food if Bulma died.

    "Hey Buruma, you're so called master is out there, probably wants to eat
some food with us," Goku snickered. Bulma, sitting in a wooden chair, stared
at him. "Does he know Vegeta at all? Yet, it is strange that he's out
there," Bulma thought. She smiled in spite of this, her leaving had caused
him to leave to-why was that? Just because he was bored, he wanted to
torment her, or was it something else. Something that I am denying," Bulma
thought. A tear rolled down her cheek. She wasn't the type to deny her
heart, this was obvious with her relationship with Yamucha.

"Uh Goku, inviting the bitch of all time in an emotional state-not the
brightest idea," Krillin muttered to Gokou, as he shook his present and then
yelled, "Thanks Tien and Chatzu! I'll open it later!"
    Goku shrugged off Krillin's comment. "Hey Bulma, what's the prob?" Gokou
asked in a soothing voice. He approached her and put his arm around her
shoulders. "Love hates me, I'm never lucky in it, and I always fall in love
with the one completely wrong for me-he must be completely wrong for me, I
know it," Bulma thought, yet she answered the opposite. "I'm just, just…..
behind on my work and everything is happening all at once, well not exactly,
but, my life is just fucked up that's all!" Bulma cried.
    "Well…. How about some food?" Gokou asked. At the horrible suggestion,
Bulma raised her head, but she chuckled. She must give Gokou some credit for
trying.

    At about midnight after countless hours of meaningless Krillin talk and
Krillin ripping gifts open and caked for Kirllin which Gokou devoured, Bulma
left, 15 minutes early actually, right before the Krillin's song performance.
She threw her keys into her car, which was pointless, she'd just have to
fetch them when she got in. Sighing, Bulma turned toward the sky and fell
back on her knees yet not making a sound.
    "Vegeta……" Bulma gaped. Atop a branch of a tree, was a sleeping Vegeta,
who even in his sleep had not raised his eyebrows. His jaw was set. His
hand was rested on his hip and the other, a cushion for his tough head.
    The sight of him stirred tears in Bulma and she quickly got in her car,
struggling to turn away from her new obsession and drove into the night.

    "Bulma-san! DarliIng! Oh dear!" Mrs. Breifs exclaimed. She put an arm
around her daughter, who she discovered early in the morning, crying away on
her pillow.
    "Bulma! My dear daughter!" Mrs. Breifs gasped.
    Bulma turned away from her mother, she was in no mood for motherly
devotion at this point. She prayed that Vegeta would whisk her away, yet
that would be far too unlikely. She brushed by her mother and into the hall
where she raced downstairs and then out the door.
    Mrs. Breifs was left speechless. She had never seen her daughter so sad
before, it was as if a tragedy had taken place.

    Vegeta kicked the wall and bounced off so quickly that his head bashed
into the opposite wall. Crying out in pain, the Capsule shook with his fall.
    Bulma saw this and gritted her teeth. "I have to get rid of these
feelings, he's nothing but a lug, a horrible one, and that's all," Bulma
thought and then she turned on her heel, but not fast enough. A tear slid
down her cheek. Her face pointed toward the sky and the teardrop touched her
nose and embraced her lips. She felt like screaming and crying all at once.
    The door to the Capsule opened and Vegeta emerged.
    "That woman, crying again, did something happen at Kakkarot's dumbass
party?"
    "What? Did something happen at Kakkarot's dumbass party?" Vegeta
growled. Bulma froze.
    "Oh, (she stifled her tears), how did you know, he didn't invite the
scum," Bulma muttered, a familiar cry in her voice.
    Vegeta, all of sudden, felt a wave of emotion. He was once again
confused and his eyes widened. "What could possible cause her this pain?
Why I doubt her pain is worse than mine, and I don't cry. Yet, she is so
emotional, it's amazing. Its as if everything hits her and then I stomp on
her pain with insults," Vegeta thought. He flew beside her and touched her
shoulder, without a word, he flew into the sky. His eyes narrowed again and
he all of a sudden, felt as if he had committed a crime, which in his case,
he had.

    Vegeta's touch awoke her true personality, her wicked side which usually
engulfed her. "He does have feelings, he just doesn't feel right expressing
them. Damn him, he ruins everything because of his stubbornness, but not for
long…." Bulma said loud and she walked into the house, her tears dry on her
cheek.

    Vegeta didn't go far, he quickly returned, he had no wear to run, he felt
exhausted all ready from his training. Sighing, he returned to Capsule Corp.
His mind was racing, yet he ignored it. When he reached Capsule Corp, he
would have to avoid Bulma as much as possible or his mind would be racing
again. He had never felt emotion before.
"Insanity! This baka of a woman has strength I've never seen before. She
has the power to affect me this way! Aahh Shit! How could this have
happened? How? I must get rid of this, no prince should deal with this!"
Vegeta decided in his head. Automatically, he upped the power of his ki,
enforced his energy, and blasted, surrounded by blue aurora faster through
the sky.

    Bulma, having finally come to the conclusion to block all her feelings
out and never love again, sat in the living room and turned on Hidenka, her
favorite soap. In English, it was Princess, and suddenly, she was reminded
of Vegeta. Blocking the image out of her head, she furiously focused on
Hidenka.

    Vegeta kicked up in the door in frustration and the door flew into the
refrigerator and finally collapsed on the floor. Stepping in the house, he
stormed out of the kitchen, heading toward his quarters. Usually he would
have trained, but with something other than training on his mind, he decided
it would be impossible to focus. As he turned toward the stairs, his head
shot to the side. There, was a sleeping Bulma. Vegeta stared only for a
second, which was long enough, for him to be outraged with himself.
Screaming, he flew through the ceiling and into his quarters.

    "Wha-?" Bulma gasped, her eyes popped open and studied the huge whole in
the ceiling. "Oh god-," she breathed. She pushed herself out of the comfy
chair and inspected the whole, already knowing that it was of Vegeta's handy
work.
    "Damn it, this is going to cost us," Bulma thought. She turned and raced
upstairs, and threw open Vegeta's doors. There he was, stooped on his window
sill, staring into the sky. His hand was propped up on his muscular head and
his hair was pushed into a fold from the blind which he obviously hadn't
figured out how to pull up.
    "Vegeta.." Bulma quickly muttered.
    Vegeta had already felt her presence, he turned quickly towards her.
    "What Now??!" He screeched. Bulma gasped and then clenched her fist.
    "Why would you say THAT? You should know! You blasted through MY
ceiling!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta stepped off the window sill and kicked his
sneakers off, so that the only article of clothing eh wore was his boxers.
    "You invited me to stay, you should have known that you are too weak to
deal with me," Vegeta said, closing his eyes.
    "ARAAAAAAAA! I don't give a shit Vegeta! I invited you to stay but you
accepted which means that you have taken responsibility!" Bulma yelled.
    "Then I'll leave," Vegeta said, and he flew through the window. "Oh my
god, he really is leaving. What have I done? Did he really……did he really
want to leave that badly??" Bulma asked herself. She raced towards the
window. "VEGETA!"

    Stifling her tears, Bulma kept her work schedule busy, and avoided every
thought of the Saiyajin prince through the next few hours. She had already
convinced herself earlier that he was incapable of loving, then why was she
sad?

    Vegeta stopped abruptly when he sensed a high ki level. His head flipped
towards the left and Kakkarot was in plain site. "With all this shit on my
mind, I haven't been focusing on training, I bet Kakkarot has already reached
a new level! Damn him!" Vegeta thought. He raced towards the pond where
Gohan, Gokou, and Piccoro were present. Piccolo was training by meditation
and Gokou was splashing his son.

    "Wha- but they're just playing! They're not training! Why…what is
this??"

    Bulma unloaded the groceries into the kitchen, briefed a conversation
with her mother, and ignored her father who wanted her for business. She
retired toward her room and thought out a way to get back at Vegeta, hurt him
as he is hurting her. Smash his pride, ruin his image. Hurt him so badly,
that he would even bawl for mercy, but there was no idea running through
Bulma's mind that would accomplish her needs. Finally, the night dragged on
and rain poured over the Breif home. Bulma was miserable and she refused the
food her mother cooked. Sighing, she heard a scream, and her head jerked up.
    "What is this? And you-you haven't completed my new model yet! Fool!
You'll die, I bet my life on it!"
    Bulma rose from her tear soaked pillow and threw open her door. She
raced downstairs only to find her mother smiling and her father eating. No
screaming, no horror, no demands, no Vegeta. Sighing, Bulma opened the
screen door and stepped into the wet cold. Rain poured over her head.
Finally, she turned to walk inside, completely soaked, when she noticed a
dark figure under a tree. She stared at it for what seemed like hours. The
figure moved.
    "Your staring woman, why is that?" Vegeta mumbled. Bulma did not reply.
Vegeta rose and walked towards her.
    "You're a cruel bastard," Bulma said and tears rolled down her cheeks,
yet they were not visible for the rain covered them up.
    "You don't understand me," Vegeta murmured.
    "You're not the only one who feels loneliness and pain Vegeta!," Bulma
cried, pointing a finger at him and then withdrawing it. Vegeta's hair stood
straight up, despite the force of the rain. He was soaked and his eyes were
drowned with emotion. Bulma noticed this. She stifled her cry. He crossed
his arms and stared toward the rainy sky.
    Bulma, not even realizing, not even functioning properly, reached her arm
out and touched his strong shoulder. "You're not the only fucked up one in
this universe Vegeta. But you can't live forever by yourself! You can't act
like your heart is stone! You can't!" Bulma cried. Vegeta did not answer.
    "I will-" He finally started but Bulma cut him off.
    "You won't! I can't see anyone, especially you in this much pain! I can
see it in your eyes Vegeta!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta turned to her, slightly
surprised, and then he turned away. Bulma's hand still steadied on his
shoulder. She inched closer and her hair brushed his back.
    "Why must you do this to yourself, why-why must you do this to… me?"
Bulma cried. Vegeta turned and focused on her eyes, which were visibly wet
with longing.
    "I've always been alone," Vegeta said.
    Bulma let out a sob and walked straight up to Vegeta's broad face. Her
eyes closed and she let her button nose touch his. He did not move and for a
moment, he closed his eyes as well. When both of their eyes had opened,
their lips had embraced. Bulma's tears wet Vegeta's face and Vegeta's cut
hands brushed her back. He was afraid, Bulma could tell. She gently pushed
against him and her hands felt his back. Between a long kiss, Vegeta stumble
to the ground, his knees had given way. He'd never felt such a thing, his
face had completely changed shape in front of Bulma's eyes. With this, Bulma
embraced again and Vegeta let her be.
    The two embraced each other in the wet, cold rain.
    "It's okay Vegeta, we need each other and you can't deny it. I won't let
you," Bulma whispered, and Vegeta opened his eyes slightly to take in her
beauty. He could not think, he could only feel. His emotions, which had
been locked inside of him, had exploded in this very moment. Already soaked
to the bone, Bulma took off his clothes as did he remove hers.
    His eyes are so beautiful, Bulma thought to herself as she felt Vegeta's
hands roaming down her back. They weren't as black as coal, they were as
emotional and piercing as ever. His strong lips were pressed into hers. His
nose gently brushed her cheek and his strong muscular body was pressed
against hers.
    They loved each other all night and when Vegeta finally fell asleep,
under the very tree he sat and they had now made love in, Bulma watched him.
She watched his quiet eyes, still crushed with his dark eyebrows. Bulma let
a tear slip from her eye and she brushed closely against his naked body and
kissed his lips. His eyes shot open and he smiled.
    "Bulma…."
    "Vegeta."
    With that, Vegeta's eyes closed again, but not before he wrapped his arm
protectively around her and kissed her soft forehead.