[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.]
[March 16th, Action] We've been over this- I love Bulma TL;DR :3
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.]