[She tenses when he does that but only for a second, the motion wasn't one she expected or could have ever predicted but after the initial surprise fades she just accepts it. She stops searching and lets her hands find him, one falling over his arms, the other reaching behind to craress his face and hair. A small amused smile comes to her lips, did he think it was his fault? That it was something he had done? For once she couldn't really say it was anyone's fault but her own.]
It's okay, I'm sorry. I just remembered things I shouldn't, it's not you.
[Had he been the Vegeta she knew... Well, that conversation wouldn't have happened most probably, but even if it did she wouldn't have hesitated to say whatever came to her mind. He didn't care about her feelings so why should she care about his? Now it was different, the man holding her didn't deserve to be told those things, no matter if they were true or not. It was just wrong. Throwing back at him whatever past mistakes he could have done was one thing, but that was too cruel, specially when all he had done since she called him was try to show her that he cared for her. Or at least that's the idea she had ended getting.
It was just her fault for remembering those things in the past, except that for her they weren't so much in the past. It was hard to not remember something that happened less than a week ago when Yamcha and her fought once more and she decided that this time it was finally over.]
Ne, Vegeta, do you remember that time when you made the spaceship in which you were training explode? And had to spend a few days in bed due the injuries and exhaustion? That... It hasn't been even a week for me since then. You scared me a lot, I really thought that you were going to die, if not then later on with the way you insisted to train.
[The hand over his arms tightens hold slightly, remembering the sight of his wounded body coming out of the rumble stubbornly. For a second she had been about to yell at him for what he had done, sure that he was fine despite appearances, because saiyans were stubborn like that. But then he had fallen and no matter what he wouldn't wake up.
She frowns as she continues, not really caring if he listens or not. She just wants to say it, maybe that way it will stop coming back to her mind.]
I've never been so worried over someone before. Not even when Goku died and you were coming to Earth. Not even when Piccolo threatened to destroy my city. Yamcha noticed it too, like everyone probably, but he had to say something.
I don't really think he actually thinks the things he said, I mean, I have never given him reasons to think that, contrary to what he has done to me. But it hurt, that he would accuse me of that and of how I was housing the man who had killed my friends, who still wanted to kill Son-kun. We argued, of course, because I didn't want to accept that but... Now I'm here, talking with you and discussing about sharing a bed or our sexual life. It makes me wonder if it's because I really love you even if back there I still don't realize it, or if I'm just that bad as he said.
[Her voice doesn't sound sad, just hurt and despite everything it's clear that she has no plans of moving away from him or pushing him away again. She wants to be there, wants to have and enjoy even for a little bit what she will have in the future. But some things are still too recent for her and she can't help but wonder what is driving her to this, even if in the future the answer will clearly be one, that doesn't mean it's the same now. She will get over it, over the things Yamcha said, over the things he did and so will he, they will go back to get along well as friends which is probably all they should have ever been in the first place. But now for her? The wound is too fresh, and she just expects Vegeta to just shrug it off and not get it and get angry but, whatever, at least she has gotten that out of her chest for a while.]
Besides, I almost said something horrible to you. Maybe the you in my time would deserve to hear it, but you don't. And that set me back to think of all that... Sorry.
[March 16th, Action]
It's okay, I'm sorry. I just remembered things I shouldn't, it's not you.
[Had he been the Vegeta she knew... Well, that conversation wouldn't have happened most probably, but even if it did she wouldn't have hesitated to say whatever came to her mind. He didn't care about her feelings so why should she care about his? Now it was different, the man holding her didn't deserve to be told those things, no matter if they were true or not. It was just wrong. Throwing back at him whatever past mistakes he could have done was one thing, but that was too cruel, specially when all he had done since she called him was try to show her that he cared for her. Or at least that's the idea she had ended getting.
It was just her fault for remembering those things in the past, except that for her they weren't so much in the past. It was hard to not remember something that happened less than a week ago when Yamcha and her fought once more and she decided that this time it was finally over.]
Ne, Vegeta, do you remember that time when you made the spaceship in which you were training explode? And had to spend a few days in bed due the injuries and exhaustion? That... It hasn't been even a week for me since then. You scared me a lot, I really thought that you were going to die, if not then later on with the way you insisted to train.
[The hand over his arms tightens hold slightly, remembering the sight of his wounded body coming out of the rumble stubbornly. For a second she had been about to yell at him for what he had done, sure that he was fine despite appearances, because saiyans were stubborn like that. But then he had fallen and no matter what he wouldn't wake up.
She frowns as she continues, not really caring if he listens or not. She just wants to say it, maybe that way it will stop coming back to her mind.]
I've never been so worried over someone before. Not even when Goku died and you were coming to Earth. Not even when Piccolo threatened to destroy my city. Yamcha noticed it too, like everyone probably, but he had to say something.
I don't really think he actually thinks the things he said, I mean, I have never given him reasons to think that, contrary to what he has done to me. But it hurt, that he would accuse me of that and of how I was housing the man who had killed my friends, who still wanted to kill Son-kun. We argued, of course, because I didn't want to accept that but... Now I'm here, talking with you and discussing about sharing a bed or our sexual life. It makes me wonder if it's because I really love you even if back there I still don't realize it, or if I'm just that bad as he said.
[Her voice doesn't sound sad, just hurt and despite everything it's clear that she has no plans of moving away from him or pushing him away again. She wants to be there, wants to have and enjoy even for a little bit what she will have in the future. But some things are still too recent for her and she can't help but wonder what is driving her to this, even if in the future the answer will clearly be one, that doesn't mean it's the same now. She will get over it, over the things Yamcha said, over the things he did and so will he, they will go back to get along well as friends which is probably all they should have ever been in the first place. But now for her? The wound is too fresh, and she just expects Vegeta to just shrug it off and not get it and get angry but, whatever, at least she has gotten that out of her chest for a while.]
Besides, I almost said something horrible to you. Maybe the you in my time would deserve to hear it, but you don't. And that set me back to think of all that... Sorry.