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[Guess who has just been told that you're around. Fortunately Bra didn't tell her you knew she's here... Unfortunately she takes that the wrong way.]

Will you please stop having kids with me without me knowing about them??!!

Edited 2013-03-18 22:12 (UTC)

[He doesn't turn on the video right away. Instead he stares at the journal for a second, thinking to himself- she's already angry but he knows how to deal with it. He hopes.]

[Finally he turns it on, staring straight back at the face of his much younger wife, keeping his expression pretty flat.]

Do you honestly think I'm having children with you without your knowledge? I didn't knock you out or anything, and if I recall you were very much conscious and enjoying yourself at the time. So why don't you pipe down for a second on the matter before you wake up half the village.

As far as I am concerned? Yes, you are!! First the Trunks thing and now Bulla? At least you had the decency of giving Trunks enough of yourself to make me not realize who he was when we first met, but Bulla wouldn't have been different if I had cloned myself!

[This is stupid. It's a stupid argument. She knows it, she knows she's yelling for the most stupid thing ever. But she doesn't think she can actually talk to him in a normal way right now. Not at first. It's just too surreal, they having a daughter on top of a son, their relationship being more than just a one night stand... Bulla said he was a bit softer now, that's good and Bulma would love to enjoy that but... Right now she needs something that is normal, something that is the same both for her and in the future. Something that really connects both ideas because even with Bulla being so similar to her, Bulma can't help but think that maybe it's not really her daughter but the daughter of another Bulma in some parallel world.]

[He should have known she would just start yelling, she didn't even wait to get a hold of him. He's berating himself now, he should have told Bulla to leave out the fact that he was here at all for a few days and then he'd go to find Bulma, but no, of course she was all angry over absolutely nothing as per usual and it just made him angry.]

How does that make any sense at all?! First off, I have absolutely no control over how our children look whatsoever, but I would think that someone who is supposed to have some sort of a working brain would figure that one out, but I guess I'm mistaken in the matter! Did they teach you nothing of biology in your ridiculous Earth schooling, or do you honestly believe that the stork brings children? Secondly, get over it! We have two children and you are my wife and that's that, and if you don't like it then you can leave me alone!

Aren't you the one bragging day and night about how superior saiyans are? Being a race dedicated to war one would think that your genetic traits would be predominant over the weak earthlings! But nooo, your strength is limited to muscles! I guess I shouldn't be surprised that your sperm won't have any strength on it!

Leave you alone? Yeah, sure! That's all you say back home once I'm done fixing the machines for you to train with. And what happens next? You go and get two kids with me! Why don't you go and leave me alone? At the age you must be at I bet you have had plenty of experience with that already!

[Wow. Just...wow.]

Are you insane? You disgusting woman! Didn't anyone teach you any manners? Honestly, speaking of reproduction that way! I am more than positive that Bulla alone could destroy this entire village without lifting a finger, no thanks to anything you might of provided to her when she was conceived! And she has barely any training at all!

[That next sentence though? Ouch.]

Maybe I wouldn't tell you to leave me alone if you'd keep your preposterously loud mouth shut! And for your information, Bulma, as much as you won't believe it we have a pretty nice life together after the Cell Games! And don't get on me about my age! You're lucky I'm still around after I killed myself just so you and Trunks could continue to live!

[She turns off the video as soon as he is finished and then... Silence. Just plain and absolute silence on her part except for her breathing.

She knew nothing of that. She hadn't wanted to know anything of that. Vegeta will die, not just that but he will kill himself for her and their son. It doesn't matter right now that he will return later on, how did he return though? He died once before and was resurrected. It was impossible to bring him back to life unless they used the Namek dragon balls... Assuming the namekians made them again. Still, she just can't help it. Because it's something that already happened to him but... It's something that hasn't happened to her yet. That won't happen yet.

He will die. He will kill himself. For her, for their son. After everything, he will do that and... It's just not fair. It's not fair at all, why is she here? Why can't she be older, from further in the future when nothing of this matters? She remains silent, except for her erratic breathing, slightly muffed by the hand that she has placed over her mouth. Congratulations, Vegeta, you have finally found the way to make her shut up.]

[The video snapped off and he sits there, silent himself, listening to her breathe heavily. In his anger he hadn't really thought about his words, he didn't think that she wouldn't know about Majin Buu, about how he'd sacrificed himself. He has to take a pretty deep breath himself, trying to calm down after screaming back at her. It was such a stupid argument, he shouldn't of even gotten angry, but his temper just flew off the handle like it usually did, but back after they figured things out, it wasn't so bad, they could yell like that but in the end it didn't matter anyway and they always made up for it. But she wasn't from that time and he'd forgotten from being with her for so long, over twenty years he was with her but she didn't know that now.

He finally manages to get his composure. And will try speaking again, his voice level, and much softer than previously.]

Bulma. I know that was very hard to swallow just now. Listen, can I meet you somewhere? Perhaps here, at my apartment. I'm in Community House 3, Room 6. Come as soon as you're able.

[She doesn't want to listen. She doesn't want to see him. No, no, no and no. This Vegeta that is so older than her, he has to be if he knows Bulla and their argument just now confirmed it. This Vegeta that she knows nothing about. Who calls her by her name rather than "woman" or something like that. Who has had a life with her that she hasn't had. Not yet at least, but it doesn't matter either way, it's not her life at the moment and it won't be for a very long time.

She doesn't even know why she cares. Why she called for him. So what if they are going to have kids in the future? That's not her time yet. So what if Bulla is such a precious clone-like of herself? She hasn't had any kids yet, nothing says really that Bulla is hers and not from some alternate. So why does she care? Nothing ties her to them, really. To go to him based on something that could come to happen is just ridiculous. So she doesn't want to go meet him anywhere. She wants to close the journal and go out, forget about future husbands, daughters and lives that aren't hers. She says nothing when she closes the journal, when she cuts the communication between them without making even a sound.

After that she actually spends some time by herself, decided to not go to see him. To go out but not to where he is, determined to forget all that. And so she gets ready with the few things she got in advance after Bulla left, trying to not think about the saiyan prince that asked her to go and meet him. It really is a ridiculous idea. Vegeta? Asking her to go and meet him? That wasn't her... That wasn't the Vegeta she knows. Just some other guy, older, with a better life, who shared his face and name. That's all. It had nothing to do with her. It wasn't the Vegeta she knows the one asking her to go as soon as she could, she didn't have to go anywhere, did she?

We have two children and you are my wife. We have a pretty nice life together.

Sixteen years since she met Goku. Sixteen years since she left her house on an adventure with just her capsules and a dream. On a hunt for her prince. Sixteen years and what does she get? To know that it will take even a lot longer yet for her to finally have what she wants. How could the her in the future endure that? How could her just not grow tired of waiting, of dreaming. She's only thirty-two and she's already tired after the fiasco with Yamcha. Why can't that future life be hers already? Why does she have to return to a life in which she's alone? She always thought that Goku's cloud exaggerated on the pure hearted thing, but maybe it didn't, why else would she deserve to go through this emotional living hell?

She has no idea how long it has been since she closed the journal. She doesn't care. She has had to redo her make up three times until she gave up and just went with the smallest amount of it like when she was younger. So what if he's probably not at his apartment -because why would he wait for her?- she will just... Stay there. Sit somewhere and wait. She's not been in Luceti for even a day and she's already tired of its shit. Bulma knocks on the door to Vegeta's apartment and promptly bends down to just sit there, she really doesn't expect him to be there yet.]

[It goes dead silent over the journal. Vegeta takes another deep breath in, the silence bearing down and leaving him a little unsure if she'd actually come. It may not be today or the next day, but; no, she'd come, he knew she would. She might be much younger than the Bulma he knew but he still knew her heart and knew she would want to see her very own Saiyan Prince, whether she realized he was hers or not. It was odd, thinking of it that way- he'd never considered himself property of anyone, ever, but he'd never went as far so much as to think of another woman besides her. He could tell from her breathing over the journal, she sounded like she was about to cry, that she also loved him back even if he didn't return it to her in the time she hailed from, their past. What a nightmare this may be because now he has to fill the holes for her to understand that she wasn't some human that built training devices and fixed them constantly for him.

He has to go over to the couch, sitting heavily, arms stretching across the back of it. He lets his head rest on the back, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he was going to express what he felt about her. He's never been good at that sort of thing, his pride just didn't allow it-

How was he going to tell her that he loved her?

And would she even believe him?

Right now, she had every right not to believe him, she had no reason to. He hadn't soon forgotten how he was during the android attack and fighting Cell. He wasn't even that loving of his own son, not until the very end. It took so much to kick some reason into his head back then and she came from the time where that hadn't even begun to happen yet.

What a mess. He rubs his eyes before just closing them, listening to the quiet of the apartment. He must of sat there for quite a while, almost half meditating on the matter. That is, until he heard a knock on his door. His eyes snap open and he jolted straight up from the slouch he was in from sitting there. He knew it was her. What was this? His heart beat a little faster, was he nervous? That was ridiculous, there was no reason to be nervous at all. But it beat faster all the same, as he got up to answer the door. He opens it to find her there, sitting, bringing somewhat of a surprised look to his face. But he guessed she thought he wouldn't even be here, that he wouldn't wait. But he did, he did wait for her and she was here finally.]

[He doesn't know what to say at first. He should probably help her up, she was always getting on him on how to properly treat a lady, after all. It would probably help if he demonstrated that to her at least.]

Don't sit on that dirty floor. Come. [He extends his hand out to her to take, to help her up and lead her inside.]

Edited 2013-03-19 21:24 (UTC)

[When the door opens she doesn't know what to think, she really didn't expect him to still be there, to actually be waiting for her. It's so crazy. Vegeta never calls her by her name, never shows any care about how hard to swallow something might be, never asks her to go see him, never waits for her, never stays. And yet now... She's in front of a Vegeta that calls her by her name, who worries about how she's taking things, who asks her to meet him and who waits for her. How can she not believe that they are different people?

She doesn't rise immediately, surprised and feeling so emotionally tired that it's really affecting her physically, her legs feel heavy and pained. So she just looks up when the door opens, to look at him from where she's sitting on the floor.

Just as she expected he doesn't look that much older. It's noticeable, of course, but barely, nothing compared to how it would be noticeable on a human. To how it will be noticeable in her once she reaches that age, she's sure of it. Stupid saiyans and their genetics. But even so, he still looks like the Vegeta she knows. With shorter hair.

Why does he have short hair. It makes him look so... So... So much human. At the moment she's not sure if she likes it or not, sure it doesn't look bad on him but... Another difference. Yet another one for the basket that keeps getting filled. How is she supposed to believe that that is really her future when it's so terribly different from her present? Her eyes fall on his hand almost as if they had never seen a hand before but she takes it, still quiet and looking lost and tired. She lets him lead her inside and wherever he wants, but she will collapse -not sit, she literally collapses with her legs finally giving up on supporting her- as soon as there's a chair or a couch near her.

She opens her mouth to speak but... Nothing comes. She just looks at him again before looking away. Where to start? What to say? Why did she come here after all? What is there to talk about? A faint thought comes to her mind and finally she speaks, her voice tired and slightly cracked, tell-tales of how she has cried until not long ago.]

Trunks isn't born yet.

[For her. She doesn't even have Trunks yet. For her, in her time, absolutely nothing has really started. Despite her mother's comments, despite her father's approval, despite how she noticed herself gravitating towards the saiyan. Always worrying about him. Scared about him killing himself. Wishing for him to become stronger as he wished, which is a crazy thought given how he wanted to kill the man who was like a brother to her, how he could decide to kill everyone and destroy the Earth. But she still did so, enough that even Yamcha called her out on it and the fight that ensued ended with him leaving yet again to train, except that this time Bulma didn't care and actually hopped that he would never return. They weren't a couple anymore but if he was going to be so critical with Vegeta they couldn't even be friends, wasn't it? That's what she had thought as she watched him leave. Such a stupid thought. Such a stupid girl, worrying so much for a man who didn't even look at her.]

[She looked so young. Exactly the way he remembered her from so long ago. And so lost right now. He almost feels that same way, it was a blast from the past, almost like he was now the time traveler instead of Trunks and she was meeting him for the first time. Almost. Except she knew him, but a very different him. A Vegeta that was still selfish and even evil, if he were to put a label on it. Was she scared now? Or just in shock, or both? He can't imagine what must be going through her mind right now, seeing him like this. She looks to him as if everything had fallen from underneath her, and to be honest it really had. He can't think that it hadn't, he represented a future that she more than likely couldn't even begin to fathom with the knowledge and facts she had now. A future that not even he could have ever of perceived, he didn't want to back then. His only goal, to be the strongest fighter alive. To defeat his ultimate opponent, Kakarot.

Who became his greatest friend. She didn't know that either, that they had grown close enough that Vegeta could call him friend.

He watches her take his hand, and he helps her up, feeling her weight on his arm. He was almost afraid she'd faint, but she didn't. He stays silent, leading her over to the couch and watches her collapse upon it, causing him to let go of a look of concern to her. She was taking this so hard right now and he could tell. It was, after all, quite a radical difference than what she's used to. Before he joins her he walks over and grabs a few glasses of water, bringing them back over and setting them on the table in front of the couch for the two of them. He has a feeling that they might need it after the initial "getting started", because he's got a lot to say and she might have a lot of questions. He sits across from her, not horribly far but not getting terribly close either, trying to give her some space for the moment.

She opens her mouth, but says nothing at first, but he understands, it's hard. He doesn't really know where to start either. Perhaps asking what exactly she remembered last? Or explaining his death to her? That was hard enough as is, maybe not yet; but in his thoughts she turns back to him and says that their son isn't born yet.

He looks down at the cushion of the couch, eyes darting back and forth. She hasn't even had their son. Have they even had a night together yet? What awful things has he said to her recently? Probably told her off, called her an assortment of insults, the list really goes on and on. It makes him feel even worse about the argument from earlier, but he won't apologize for it- no, that's not what he does. His actions have always spoken louder than his words, and he'll make it up to her in a different way. But her voice, it tears at him a little, and he lifts his head back up to look her right in the eyes, at a woman who didn't even know him anymore. Or hasn't gotten to know him. She hasn't even had the opportunity. He notes how she already knows about Trunks but hasn't had him yet. That arises a question, but he's not going to address it yet. Right now he's going to assume that Bulla told her.]

I see. Bulma, I...I know what you see before you isn't exactly what you were expecting, but I assure you I'm still the same man you know from your time. I've just changed quite a bit since then. You have to realize several years have passed between your realm of existence and my own. It's true- I settled down and had a family with you and Bulla is the proof of it. We live in the same house as you do now. [What else does he say?] I live on Earth permanently and I claim it as my new home planet. Trunks now is the CEO of Capsule Corp, but that still doesn't stop you from working in the lab day in and day out.

As for earlier, when I told you of what happens to me later in your life- I realized, then, what was really important to me after so many years of following a road to my own greatness. And it tore at me to know that some monster would claim your lives if I didn't do what I did. It was so strange, to have a sense to protect those I loved, I'd never felt it ever before and that strongly in my entire life. So you see, a lot has changed.

[His face is nothing but solemn during this, and at this point he goes back out to take her hand, to reaffirm what he was saying.]

I know you may not believe me but this is the truth. If you leave now I'll understand but if you stay then we can talk more and I can explain everything to you.

[I've just changed quite a bit. It' funny how that sounds, as if the changes aren't that big, that important. As if it's a mere matter of appearance rather than core. She had stopped thinking that someone could change so much no matter how much time and how many things happened, back when she was younger he thought those things. Stupid baseless hopes of getting Yamcha to stop feeling the need to wander from time to time, to stop him from flirting with every girl he found. Back then she used to think that one could change people. Experience tells her otherwise, or at least used to tell her so, right now she's supposed to be staring at the perfect example of how wrong that idea is.

He talks. He tells her about a life she doesn't know. A life she doesn't care about. A distant life that may or may not be hers one day but that now stands there, in the horizon, mocking her. She had always wanted a boyfriend, a husband. She will get one. She always wanted a prince. She will get one. She always wanted a family. She will get one. But not now. Not yet. Not even in a few years. How is she supposed to care about that? About a "maybe", such a slim chance that even the dragon balls had more chances of being real than it. Nothing he says makes her feel identified or attached to it, even when he talks about Trunks she can't bring herself to be attached, she barely knows the Trunks that came from the future and she's sure that he's very different from how a Trunks born in a somewhat peaceful world could be. So not even that is something she can relate to. Not even the kid that came from the future has a real place in said future as himself.

She wants to leave. Why did she come? To talk? What's there to talk about? Is this all she came for? So he can talk about things that are completely unrelated to her? So he can rub against her how it's been a lot of years for that to happen? Lots and lots of years. He doesn't say a number, but she's sure it can't be sooner than ten years, not when Bulla is a teenager and he's confirming that even when Trunks was born and a child, Vegeta still didn't give a damn about them. It really feels as if he's mocking her. "See, one day I'll become this kind of guy and learn all those things and want to protect you because I love you. But back in your time I'm still an asshole that won't look your way unless it's so you fix something".

When he takes her hand she doesn't jerk it away, doesn't bother with it. She merely glances at the gesture and pain reflects in her eyes, right until the end, all he's doing is show off and mock her. Mock the pain she's going to go through and they both know. Is she supposed to assume that this proves that it will be worth it?]

I have no reason to not believe you...

[She almost says his name but it dies in her throat. She can't bring herself to call him Vegeta out-loud, as if by not saying it she gives an opening to the chance that he may not be really Vegeta. Or at least not the one she knows.]

... But I have no reason either to think that what you're saying really affects me. It may affect me in the future, some distant possible future that may not happen at all. You say that a lot has changed but you're wrong, everything has changed. There's nothing there that feels as if it belongs to the current me.

[Her voice is still broken, and now a distant feeling settles on it. Detachment. It's something people need in order to survive at times, specially in the business world. She always takes pride of her creations but she always detaches herself from them anyway in order to spot the flaws and fix it or throw it away if it has too many flaws to be fixed easily. It also helps her now to not start crying again, to try to maintain an illusion of strength beyond how badly she's taking it.]

I don't really see what's there to talk about or explain. You're from a distant future. I'm from a distant past. What more is there to it?

So is that it? [He lets go of her hand. Sure, seeing that pain in her eyes was awful. He doesn't want to hurt her. That's the last thing he wants, was to see her cry, see her curl up inside herself over something he doesn't see as such an issue to get completely and irrationally emotional over. Sure, it was probably hard. But he was here now, and Vegeta just doesn't understand why she thinks this has nothing to do with her whatsoever. He would have understood if she thought it was all a lie, it's a lot to absorb but to think that she was so far removed from her own destiny was ridiculous to him. It was like she accepted what he'd told her and then brushed it off to the side as if it didn't even matter, as if he and her own family didn't matter at all, simply because it wasn't a reality for her yet.]

So just because I'm not from your time means that nothing that happens matters? That our son and our daughter mean absolutely nothing to you whatsoever, and now all you want to do is run and hide from it? It wasn't my choice to bring you to this wretched village from before anything ever happened between us. Tell me, how is it that suddenly our roles have reversed so much that now I'm the one telling you to stop being so selfish on the subject?

[If Bulma was going to act like this, that was fine with him. He could easily go back to being a complete jerk about things. If this was what he had to do to connect what she knew of him and what he was now then he'd gladly do it. It's not like he'd stopped speaking like this to her ever since he came home finally, but it always had that understanding behind it. And he can rant with the best of them, never backing down to prove his point, and this would be no different.]

Then... What should I do? Throw myself to you and kiss you? Act as if I was married to you? Accept a life that isn't mine yet without any care? Not ever thinking about how once I return home this all will vanish? Should I see this as some sort of compensation?! A promise of what the future holds? You can't even know for sure that your present will be my future! I could be from an alternate time-line in which a giant space bee comes to earth and devours everyone for all we know!

Of course it's not that it means nothing to me! It's the opposite! It means a lot, it means everything!!

[Yelling seems to help to make the words come out, but that's all she does. She can't really glare at him with anger or annoyance, just with pain, frustration and exhaustion.]

Do you even have an idea of how long I've been waiting? Sixteen years, Vegeta. It has been sixteen years since I met Son-kun, that's half of my life! And all this time from the very start the thing that made me search for the dragon balls was you!! Because all I've wanted more than anything in the world was a boyfriend, a husband and a family of my own. And you, as you sit there now, are all I would have wished for! Even the you I know was enough for me even if it wasn't perfect!

You're not just telling me about how you are now, or about our children. You're telling me that despite having waited for all this long, I'm going to have to wait even more and suffer even more than I already have! Just when I'm ready to resign myself to not have the whole package, right when I'm ready to be happy if I could just get you to look at me even once, this happens and you tell me that one day I'll have my dream, but it won't be until most of my life has passed! And I may forget all of this once I return there, but until then I'll have to be here and remember that one day I'll return to a life that will be a hell compared to this place!

And I'm talking about a place in which I'm nothing but a guinea pig!! Do you realize how wrong that is?!

[Her words break in a sob and only then does she realize that she has started crying again. She covers her face with her hands.]

[He listens to her. He listens and ok, it made sense that she didn't think applied to her. She doesn't believe that it could be hers after all. His future son's own timeline was one where he didn't live, so it made sense if she already had knowledge about time travel. A space bee, honestly. A very strange and absurd scenario, but he understands her point.

And if he doubted for a second that maybe, just maybe she didn't actually care for him, that her timeline was so far gone that they weren't even going to ever be together, her rant shoved it away. Telling him things he already knew, putting her words and ideas into a thought flow that he already understood, though didn't always find logical- yes, it was her. This was the same woman who never failed to always worry about how she looked, determined to show up anyone otherwise to prove that she was indeed the best, beautiful, and someone to be respected. Someone just as stubborn and arrogant as he was, and he knew it.]

[And she starts crying, and he's not entire sure what to do at first. He considers moving to her, but she might just get angry and push him away, since it seemed to him she already didn't want to look at him and see someone who really cared about her. And he just doesn't know how to express it either. It's almost if he does he thinks that it will just make her cry more and not really solve anything. So he doesn't move. He watches her cry and just...doesn't move. Doesn't say anything. Not yet, at least. He has to stand up, he can't sit here, it's making him restless now. So he silently gets up, and walks over to the window, looking out at Luceti, cursing everything about it now. He couldn't hate this place more than what he did at the moment.]

I already knew all that. [He looks over from his place at the window.] And I'm not surprised at all to hear that once again you're having so much trouble with having to wait for your prince to come. Haven't you ever heard of the phrase "some things are worth waiting for?" Well you want to know something? I'm right here. And I'm looking at you now. And maybe, just maybe, for the time we spend here, as much of a complete side show it might be with all its freaks and clowns, that I can at least show you what I can't show you back in your time.

Yes, you have to wait. There's a lot of things that need to take place in order for me to finally come home to you. But you're not doing yourself any good by breaking down and acting like having someone now who actually cares about you is so awful just because it hasn't happened to you yet. Would you rather have instead of some loser who constantly hurts you and leaves you alone? You don't think I don't know what he did to you? I should have pounded him into the ground ages ago. I still want to blast him into oblivion, but I promised you I wouldn't hurt him because you got over it and you're just friends.

[He turns, looking back outside.] Either way, I can't make you accept this new life you have before you. But after all that I don't believe for a second that you don't love me as much as I love you in return. All I ask is that you at least give it a chance.

[He can't really look at her right now. He's half expecting her to just walk out on him.]

[She remains silent for a good while, hastily composing herself again the best she can. Because she hates breaking down in front of him, even if he has changed, it's clear he hasn't changed enough to not find such a display annoying. She doesn't look up either, doesn't bother with even checking if he's still there, she knows he is, his presence fills the room just like always. It doesn't matter if he keeps to himself, or how far from the group he is, she always notices his presence somehow.

Eventually she manages to gather words again.]

What if you leave? As far as I'm aware of this is the second time you're here or so and the first time you were older too but not so old. You weren't like you are now yet. You were still pretty much the one I'm used to... What if you leave and return like that again? I... I can wait. It's what I will do if your present is indeed my future, right? But I don't know if I could stand losing it once I have it. Not like that.

[And yet she knows, she's cursed. No matter what she does she is going to get hurt and deeply. If she accepts the life that is presenting itself to her, she will one day get hurt when Bulla and Vegeta leave just as she will hurt every day knowing that one day she will return home where all that awaits her is an emotional hell. If she doesn't accept it... She will just start hurting now, and it will be made worse by how it will hurt Bulla and Vegeta as well.]

No matter what I do... All that's left for me in the end is getting hurt and tortured, right?

[What has she done to deserve this? What have they done to deserve it?]

[That makes him turn.]

I was here once before?! You're serious? Bulma, you mean to tell me I had to live here before with these ridiculous wings and all of the barbaric experiments? I certainly don't remember that ever happening. Are you sure you didn't hit your head?

[WAAAIT A SECOND]

Wait you've been here previously as well?! What is this sorcery? I don't believe it, surely I would remember something so significant! [He walks back over. He can't believe what he's hearing, how did that happen without him ever noticing? Surely he'd notice if he had a set of wings, but he swears that never happened. Bulma, you just kind of blew his mind and he's not really sure what to think of it.]

[He'll take a seat next to her again, mind racing on the matter. But not so much that he doesn't hear what she has to say after the fact. He calms himself, they could discuss matters about the Malnosso later, as messed up as it is and how much it doesn't make sense.]

You know as well as I do that I have no control over when I am sent back home. The same with Bulla, and the same with you. You may very well leave before I do, who knows. And if what you say is true it sounds like you won't remember anything of it, because I certainly don't remember ever visiting this place whatsoever. [What he does know though is that he's getting very sick of her woe is me attitude. It's not something he tolerates and from this point on he's choosing to ignore it, because if he's learned anything about living with Bulma is that he has to learn to ignore the things that would otherwise drive him insane. All it ever did was lead to ridiculous fights that never should have happened in the first place, and he has no issues exercising it now.]

Listen, you're going to have to do what I've done so far and make the best of it. I haven't let a single thing so far stop me from training, and you wouldn't believe it but I've even made contact with some of the residents. [And some of them even like him.] I've already been experimented on as well, and that just fuels the fire to destroy those idiots whenever I get the chance. It makes me so angry to even think that the two of you have to endure any of this. However...it doesn't seem so bad now that you and Bulla are here.

[He places his hand on her back, and he makes sure to look straight at her when he says it too. Because he really means it and its reflected in his eyes, if she'll look at him.]

[He doesn't get it. Or maybe he refuses to get it. She's not sure but as annoying as it is, as frustrating as it results that she's the only one wounded by all of this... It's comforting. Because at least that part of him hasn't changed so much, he doesn't get it but he's not leaving to go to train either. She guesses that's all one can ask him to do.

What annoys her the most, though, is his reaction to her revelation. The way he dares to doubt her words about something he should be aware of already if only he paid a little attention to Luceti at all. Her eyes are a mixture of pain, sorrow and anger when she looks at him, but no matter what she can see that he's sincere. Actually she has never really seen him lying so she doesn't really think he could lie.

She shakes her head, sighing before actually leaning against him, resting her head on his shoulder remaining silent for a bit. She can't live on avoiding him, she doesn't want to. And she doesn't want Bulla to have a harder time than how it's going to be in this place either. Bulma will be tortured and hurt sooner or later, she knows that, but she doesn't want that to extend to her daughter. Or to any other person, they just don't deserve it. And it's not as if she hates Vegeta, even if she's still getting on terms with her own feelings she knows she doesn't want to be without him, so there's really one viable option for her if she doesn't want to ruin her time here from the very start.]

Vegeta, I...

[She trails off for a second, head turning to look at him a bit.]

I'm not going to live in an apartment and I'm not going to allow my daughter to endure that either. So either you grab your things and come, or you keep enjoying your single life here. But if you do that I'm not going to cook for you.

[A soft and determined frown forms in her face. She's still hurt, she's still confused and part of her still wants nothing but to curl in a corner and cry. But she knows no one is going to save her from all that and that complaining won't make things any better. So she just gives up and throws it all back, hiding everything like she's used to do. She also ignores the way he doubted her words, having no wish to deal with that at the moment. It's a way to move on, not the best one but probably the only one she can afford.]

[He doesn't let up on his hard gaze, even when she looks at him like that. It's not so much that he doesn't care about how she feels right now, it's more that he finds it senseless and he's too stubborn to put up with all her negativity on the matter. He knows she feels really hurt, but he refuses to step down. Allowing her to wallow in sorrow will just end up hurting everyone involved, and he will not let that happen. So he stares right back, unwavering until she leans up against him. His arm goes around her and he pulls her in a little more, heavily breathing out as sort of a relief that maybe she's finally coming around and starting to look at the situation with a little more sense.]

It's amazing how little things change. Giving me an ultimatum, huh? You think just because you don't want to live in an apartment that I'm going to just give in and follow you like a dog with its tail between its legs? Well, Bulma, I think you've got another thing coming. [However, he is totally grinning while saying all of this.] I don't think you'd like that too much if I decided to stay here instead of getting a house with the two of you. I think you'd miss this too much.

[He has been waiting all day for this.]

[He takes his free hand and reaches over and places it on her cheek. He runs his thumb across her cheekbone, shooting her a confident smile as he leans down, holding her even closer than before. And he closes the gap between them, so he can connect his own lips with hers. And if she'll allow him even kiss her right now, he'll keep her there as long as she wants or....until someone needs a breath of air. Whichever comes first.]

[Contrary to him, though, she wasn't waiting for it. She wasn't expecting it at all, the way he touches her so tenderly before leaning down for a kiss. It makes her freeze in shock as if somehow seeing Bulla and talking with him hadn't driven home completely the realization of her relationship with him. But this does it. The feeling of his lips against hers is impossible to deny or ignore.

It makes her cry again despite herself, because for her it has actually been a good while since she last kissed with someone. The last time Yamcha had actually hold her between his arms and kissed her was even before Goku returned to the Earth. The last time she had really felt loved and special like she does now, was even further in the past, before Yamcha was killed in the battle against Vegeta and Nappa. It makes her realize once more how much of a fool she was, clinging to Yamcha despite knowing that it wouldn't work out. He was at fault as well, but she probably asked way too much of him and didn't help, thinking that just because at first she was the only girl he could deal with he would always be that way.

But that was in the past. Both for her and the man that is now holding her like that, closer to his strong body, kissing her confidently and with love. And she can feel it, she can feel how much he loves her, way more than what she could have ever expected in him. It's almost scary and terrifying, how much her dreams will become true specially when she has reached the point of giving up on them. It' also scary because she knows that this won't last, sooner or later they will leave this place and she will forget it but... One day she will have it again, right? She just has to be a good girl and be patient. She doesn't know if she can do it but... She will find a way, just as she found a way to track down mystical objects from legends, there's nothing she can't do.

Her arms wrap around his neck without hesitation even as tears fall from her eyes, refusing to break the contact because those tears don't matter, they aren't from pain or sadness. And she kisses him back, with a tint of desperation and need from a woman who has been feeling loveless for longer than she realized. But not anymore. There's no way she can feel loveless anymore, even if Vegeta never kisses her again, this sole kiss has said more than a thousand of kisses. She doesn't even care about her own breath right now, she's just going to kiss him back until she faints if needed, take all the love he has to give and store it in her heart for the future, so even if he never even looks at her again she will be able to survive without him.]

[Vegeta however, is used to this very thing. Back at home for him this was so commonplace, whether it was coming up behind her while she was watching TV or doing some sort of chore, to their own private time. So many years had passed since their first fling, and expressing how much he loved her like this had become second nature to him. It took a long time of course, but even he got it right finally. And now he's doing just that, making her feel loved just as he's always done for so long. And for this moment it feels as if nothing really ever changed. Sure, she was what; twenty-six years younger than him now? But being with her at this moment doesn't make him feel that old at all, the age gap doesn't bother him in the slightest and he won't bother to even think about the difference between the two of them. Well, for now at least.]

[He leans a little more into it, the faintest sound of a low moan involuntarily escaping from his vocal chords. But he's starting to run out of air, so he releases and looks back at her to see she'd started to cry again- but he knows she'll be ok. It helps so much because he knows what happens, he knows that even though he puts her through so much she gets what she's getting now in the end, and she'll cry those same tears except it'll be during a time that she'll remember. Not this time defiant land who's logic defied what he knew back at home.

He still wears his arrogant smile, leaning back in now that he's caught his breath and kisses up her neck, a hand now resting on her hip instead of her cheek. He lands one last peck on her lips again and leans his forehead against hers.]

So, do you still think none of this affects the current you? Or perhaps I've gotten through that stubborn attitude of yours and kissed some sense into you. [He grins again, because he loves it when he thinks he's winning, always.] Oh, and I hate having to stay in this tiny excuse for a living space. I'd much rather have a house.

[She needed the air as well, but she really didn't care enough to break the kiss. Still she's grateful for it and she can't help but tremble like a leaf when he starts to kiss her neck, head arching to the side to give him more room to work with as she catches her breath. She sighs when he presses their foreheads together and finally opens her eyes, looking at him like a teenager girl who has just gotten her first kiss, despite how she's far from being a teenager and far more experienced than that.]

I think... That I still don't know if what you say will really be my future. Trunks has proved it, hasn't he? He told Son-kun about a horrible future but that changed, the future you talk about may be changed for me as well.

But... You're here now and so I am and Luceti doesn't listen to time logistics. And I'm pretty sure that while I'm here the Bulma you know won't come here so... I think I'm going to take advantage of that and of you in her place. I'm a very generous woman, I'm sure she won't mind to share her family with herself.

[She smirks mischiveously. Yes, yes, you have won this round, Vegeta. But seeing how this is a Bulma who was ready to give up on her dreams and everything before being sent here, she is the one who has won the most in the long run.]

In that case... We will be waiting for you at Son-kun's house!

[Yeah, she's totally going to invade her friend with her family. She's sure he won't mind. Or that she can convince him to not mind it at least.]

[He chuckles again. 'I'm going to take advantage of that and you in her place'. How like her to say something like that. But hearing her say that was relieving regardless. She had a point, alternate universes did exist and his son was truly the proof of that. A future where he didn't exist anymore, and Bulma and Trunks made due without him. But he'll leave it at that. Dying to some android, how pathetic. But he'll shake off the thought, and enjoy what he's got right now in front of him.]

Either way I won't be telling her about my little misadventures here in Luceti because I don't want to find out if she's ok with sharing me with some other Bulma. [Yes, he knows he won't remember. He's just making a point, despite the fact that he doesn't see her as a different woman anyway.] So this is going to be our little secret.

[He goes again to give her a kiss on the cheek, and mid-travel she says her bit about moving in with....him. And he just stops and stares. What.

No.

Not Kakarot.]

What? No! Absolutely not! You expect me to move in with that clown? Have you lost your mind? I'd rather die than have to spend anymore than ten seconds with him, let alone have to see him every single waking moment of the day! The very idea!

[JUST.

NO JALKFJ;KJALKJFW WHY]

So you can forget it! [He sits back, crosses his arms and just gives her a glare, turning his mouth up in complete disgust.]

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