Oh, Me

By: Kichi

This is a B/V get together fic. Well, they already had Trunks and it's after Cell and before Majin Buu. So Son Goku is dead and Bulma has noticed that Vegeta is in a serious funk. Maybe a little OOCness but considering things, I don't really think so.

Chapter 1- I can't get you out of my Head

Vegeta fell to his knees with a groan as the gravity powered down. He had really overdone it today, and for what? He was Super Saiyan now, and it wasn't as if he could finally have his long-awaited fight against Kakarotto.

No, the baka had given his life to save the day. And what had he done during this whole episode? He'd been laying in the dirt, senseless after Cell's hammering blows.

He tried to calm his breathing. If he didn't stop gasping like a landed fish, he'd pass out, he was already getting dizzy.

He was so tired. How did he let himself get so run down? He hadn't slept more than two hours each night for the past, going on three weeks and now it was catching up on him. He felt like he could easily fall asleep on the cold metal floor of the Gravity room. But no. He would sleep in his bed after he ate. He'd forgotten to do that more than a few times in the past week alone. And he couldn't even give a valid reason as to why something like food would just slip his mind. It never had before, at least, not for many, many years.

He didn't want to think about that though. He was finally starting to get over some parts of his past, but the only way that was possible was if he didn't think about it!

He shook his head and staggered to his feet. He yawned, stretched, and rubbed his eyes before opening the door and stumbling outside. He didn't care if anyone saw him. He didn't care if he was hurting all over and looked like he'd just had his ass whipped. He briefly considered a shower to maybe take some of the tension out of his tired muscles, but when he thought of having to stand there in the warm spray..

He shook his head with a small sigh. He would most likely fall asleep standing up and fall face first into the faucet. He could just see blood spurting from his nose on impact. He yawned again, his jaw cracking. He shuffled into the kitchen.

His stomach had begun to growl as soon as he spotted the refrigerator but as he opened the door and looked inside he saw nothing that didn't turn his stomach. He sighed again and rubbed his forehead. He poured a large glass of milk and drank it quickly and mercifully, the pain in his stomach ceased. Hopefully he'd be asleep before his stomach growled again.

Gods he was exhausted! How had this happened? He knew better than to let this happen anymore. But it was better not to think about it. He'd go to sleep and sleep he would, for a day at least. And when he woke, he'd be dying to eat.

He stopped outside the bathroom. The AC was on and the sweat that still clung to his skin was cold. It felt incredibly disgusting and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, even as tired as he was, if he was going to climb under the sheets dirty.

He'd just have to make it as fast as possible.

He closed the door behind him and slid the lock into place with an audible click. He stripped off his training shorts and stepped into the shower. The water shot out of the faucet as cold as ice and he grimaced, his body slightly trembling. Then it began to heat up and he sighed in relief, found the soap and began to scrub.

He felt himself swaying on his feet as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He turned the water off and roughly toweled his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist before walking back into the hall.

And who else stood outside the door but the baka onna. Bracing himself for her unearthly howling he didn't expect what came next.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly her voice laced with concern.

"Mind you own business." He said, sounding far more tired than he hoped and not the least bit threatening. Whatever she had planned to say was muffled by his door slamming in her face.

Instead of getting angry Bulma frowned, staring at the closed door. She wasn't even convinced she should get mad. Instead she felt worry gnaw at the pit of her stomach as she slowly made her way to her room.

Something had been bothering Vegeta for awhile now. She wasn't quite sure how long but she began to notice his odd behavior a few weeks after Son Kun…

She checked a sigh. Goku had done what he thought best. Although leaving behind his wife and son didn't seem like the very best thing to do, but he must have known that ChiChi was strong enough to do without him, but still. She remembered ChiChi's face when she was told the news.

Her face had gone stark white but instead of just fainting like she usually did, she went absolutely crazy. Bulma had been so relieved that Gohan had been out training at the time.

ChiChi had immediately began to weep and scream. Then she began to methodically trash her house. Bulma tried to stop her as she punched holes through every paper screen in the house. She broke windows and dishes and threw the television through the picture glass window. She threw all Son Kun's clothes out the window and dashed out onto the lawn after the pile and began to ignite it.

Bulma had difficulty remembering it all. She had never seen ChiChi so out of control. Half their belongings were destroyed. ChiChi stood in front of Goku's burning belongings with an utterly blank expression and watched it all burn. Bulma had been at a loss the whole night. What could she say? She was scared. She was scared to even offer ChiChi comfort. Who knew what she would do? So instead of trying to give her a hug she just stood silently by her side and watched as all of Goku's things burned.

Coming back to the present with a start she realized that Vegeta was also upset about Goku's decision but for an altogether different reason. He didn't miss his rival, he missed the chance to beat him and prove his superiority once and for all. She slowly began to brush her long, blue locks.

She was really starting to worry about him. He had been training like crazy but each time she saw him at the end of the night he looked.. defeated. Then she noticed that he was missing meals. She even went so far as to ask he mother if he'd been taking his lunches in the GR. He mother had been quick to reply that she hadn't seen him in over a week.

That was yesterday. And now he practically was dragging his feet down the hall. What the hell was going on? She had known Goku the longest out of everyone, yet she didn't begrudge his decision. If he thought it would be for the best if he wasn't wished back then he was probably right. It wasn't that she didn't miss him, because she did. Sometimes she would just remember his goofy smile or his "pat-pats" and she would feel tears coming to her eyes when she would realize that he was really gone.

But she could obviously deal better than some people. She threw her brush down with a huff. What could she do? Vegeta didn't want her sympathy, he would probably be offended if she even hinted that he was slightly upset. But she had to do something. He was the father of their child and even if he didn't give a shit about her, she cared about him.

Decision made, she quickly stood and made her way to Vegeta's room only to find him tossing in bed. She sighed but instead of returning to her own bed she sat down on the edge of his and stared at the sleeping Saiyan no Ouji. What am I going to do? She asked herself again. Staring at his sleeping face only brought more questions. He had obviously not been sleeping much. The skin under his eyes was decidedly darker than usual and she even mused that his face looked a little thinner.

"Vegeta.." she sighed and against her better judgment she lean forward and touched his cheek.

Instantly his eyes snapped open.

"Oh my God." He gasped, his eyes staring forward.

"It's just me." She said quietly. He didn't even move of give an acknowledging grunt. But merely closed his eyes and seconds later his breathing slowed and deepened. He must really be out of it. She mused.

She stood and stretched. She wanted to wake him up and talk to him, but it was obvious that he would be out for awhile. She trudged back to her room feeling a little defeated.

He slept for two days. When he woke at last he felt like he was going to vomit. His stomach was grinding and churning angrily, loudly demanding to be filled. He glanced at the bedside clock as he rose. 4:32. Damn. He quickly dressed and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen and proceeded to gorge himself.

Bulma entered the kitchen to see Vegeta staring at his empty plate.

"Hungry?" she asked. He slowly shook his head. "Going to train?" he shrugged. Bulma frowned and opened the refrigerator. Nearly bare. Now she had to say what was on her mind. "So what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked coldly, knowing full well that making him angry was going to be the only way to get a word out of him. He glared at her but remained silent. "Look I know you have been denied your revenge. Again. But is that any reason to mope about it?" she said, carefully distant. His face quickly contorted in rage and she stepped back as fear suddenly filled her. She'd never seen such a hateful expression on his face, let alone directed at her.

"Don't talk to me." He said quietly. Bulma blinked and snarled.

"Fuck you, jerk!" she yelled her face flushing. "I am only worried about you! Why do you have to be such a fucking prick?"

"SHUT UP!!" Vegeta screamed and suddenly, to her absolute shock and horror, he grabbed his knife and plunged it into his own hand. Bulma stood there for a second, utter shock obvious in her expression.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed. "ARE YOU NUTS?" she dashed over to his side and reached for the knife, but he pushed her to the ground. Not deliberately trying to hurt her, but hard enough to send her sprawling.

Without hesitating she leapt to her feet and dove at him, trying to grab the knife and get it away from him before he stabbed himself again. All the while her thoughts were in a panic. But he didn't move when she grabbed the blade. His face was blank. Almost calm. "Why Vegeta?" she cried as she tried to grasp the blood soaked blade. Tears began to spill down her face.

"Why?" he murmured, and she felt his hand brush the tears from her cheeks. She ignored him and was about to pull the blade out when she remembered her CPR lessons. She left the blade where it was and dashed into the kitchen to grab a towel.

She scurried back to his side at the table where he still sat oblivious to her concern. He stared at the blood that was still pouring from his mangled hand with no expression. Then he breathed a long, deep sigh of relief.

She wrapped his hand in a towel.

"Hold this." She snapped. When he made no move to comply her fear and frustration reached its peak. "DO IT!" she screamed. His head slowly turned to look at her and he stared. Without flinching she met his gaze and he slowly placed his undamaged hand on the towel.

"Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

"I'm not!" Bulma yelled and grabbed his arm in an attempt to haul him to his feet. He gave another soft sigh and stood, the chair loudly scraping against the floor. Bulma immediately began to tug him towards the front door.

"Where are you taking me, onna?" he murmured.

"To the hospital you moron!" Bulma practically screamed. Vegeta didn't even flinch at the volume. "I can't believe you just did that to yourself! What were you thinking?"

"I'm not mad anymore." He said with that same dreamlike quality.

"Your on drugs." Bulma snapped. "You are totally fucked up!" she pulled out a car capsule and threw it at the ground as hard as she could. He stopped in his tracks causing Bulma, who was still latched to his arm, to stumble.

"I am not on drugs." He said his voice still not rising.

"Well then what the hell is wrong with you?!" Bulma exploded. More tears flowed and she briefly wondered why she was crying so much. She got into the car and slammed her door before shoving the passenger door wide. "Get your ass in here now!" she screamed. Vegeta mutely complied and continued to stare at the blue haired human as she fumbled with her keys.

"Why are you crying?" he asked again. She threw her keys at the windshield.

"Vegeta! You aren't stupid! Figure it out!" she cried. "You are fucking driving me crazy! I am going to have gray hair in a year because of you Vegeta! GRAY HAIR!!" he blinked in amazement as she began to cry harder. "I'm sorry." She mumbled hurriedly and wiped away her tears angrily. Suddenly she felt his hands on her waist. Before she could react she was sitting in his lap.

"Bulma." He said staring into her eyes. She felt a few more tears fall and cursed silently when he grimaced slightly at the sight. "Why are you crying?" with a strangled sob she threw herself in his arms. She was amazed to feel his arms encircle her as well and squeeze.

"I'm worried about you, jerk!" she whimpered burying her face in his neck. He brushed the hair away from the side of her face and kissed her cheek. With surprising speed Bulma turned to face him and placed her lips on his.

She felt him jump in surprise, but she leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of spiky locks and slid her tongue in his mouth. He squeezed her and his tongue glided across hers, his free hand slid under her shirts and bra to cup her breast.

"Vegeta!" Bulma gasped. "We still have to go to the hospital, your hand-" he tore the towel off his hand and before she could make any more to stop his he tore the knife out. She could see the blood gush more freely. "No! That's making it worse!" she cried before he lifted up her shirt and bra and began to lick her nipple. "Vegeta.." she whimpered and he began to tug at her jeans. "Please, I'll do whatever you want when we get back!" he growled. "No! Your getting blood all over my car! Doesn't it hurt?" he gave a deep sigh and sat up.

"You better do everything I want woman." He said without a trace of sarcasm. But he allowed her to climb back into the drivers seat and start her car after rearranging her clothes.

TBC…