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Chapter 5: Shattered

"Vegeta!"

Yamcha let go of Bulma and backed away. "What? Did you just say...?" Yamcha reversed himself into a drawer secured to the wall smacking his head into the corner. As he clutched his head in pain Bulma pushed herself off of the edge of the sink where she had been backed into.

"I'm sorry," Bulma bolted out of the kitchen knocking the glass of water from the counter where she had set it down earlier. As it fell to the ground and shattered, Bulma couldn't help but feel as though the glass was mimicking what had just taken place in her heart.

Once upstairs Bulma darted into her room and locked the door behind her. She advanced in collapsing face-down on her bed and began sobbing into her pillow. They were deep sobs that used up most, if not all of her oxygen. These sobs for the first time however where not followed by tears. It had finally happened. She had run out of water. She had cried herself dry.

Bulma attempted to catch her breath, but this failed and only caused her to choke out the small amount of air that she had left.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. Yamcha kissed her. No…he had made-out with her. And she had let him. Even though her mind had been screaming to shove him off, her body hadn't been planning on moving anytime soon. If she hadn't been able to yell out Vegeta's name, who knows what would be happening right now. As wrong as it was, somewhere deep within, she had enjoyed it. She wanted to go back downstairs and kiss him again. She wanted him to love her – and she wanted to love him. But if she did want to love him, then why had she called out for Vegeta?

While her body had been in its state of pleasure, her mind had taken over, and in her desperation to be saved from herself, she had pleaded for Vegeta to come and rescue her. Of all people – what had convinced her that the person she wanted was the man that she had run away from? Was she really that desperate? She must be.

After a few minutes there was a knock at her bedroom door. "Bulma…can I come in?"

Bulma rose herself up to a sitting position and sat cross-legged on her bed hugging a pillow. She stayed silent and just stared at the locked door.
Yamcha make an effort to open the door but was unsuccessful. "Bulma please open the door," No sound came from the room opposite him. "Can we please talk?" Still nothing. He tried yet again at the doorknob but it stayed immobile.

Bulma knew very well that if Yamcha wanted to, he could kick the door down in a matter of seconds. She didn't think he would, but was it worth the risk? Just when Bulma was about to cave in Yamcha began talking.

"If you don't want to talk can you please just listen?" Yamcha took a moment before continuing. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you. I was stupid for thinking that you'd completely given up on him anyway." He paused to see if she wanted to add into the one-sided conversation. When that failed he continued. "I love you Bulma. I truly, honestly, full-heartedly love you. And I want you to be happy." Yamcha placed his forehead against the wood and began talking straight into the door. "Just so you know, I'm not going anywhere. My offer still stands. When you're ready, I'll be waiting. I'm never going to stop loving you Bulma Briefs. And I know you love me."

Yamcha pushed himself off of the door and walked back down the stairs leaving Bulma alone with her conflicting thoughts.

Was she ready to move on? It had only been roughly a month since she had left, and there wasn't one day that she didn't think about him. As much as she wanted to stand up and say that she had given up on Vegeta, she knew that she hadn't. She wasn't even sure if she ever could. She loved Vegeta.

She wasn't going to deny that. But as much as she loved him, she couldn't help but think about how much she pushed herself away from him because of his actions. If she went back to him, was that her fate? Loving him endlessly while constantly distancing herself? That wasn't love – that was submission.

She decided that for now she would stay away from everyone. She didn't want to be bothered by love and hate and confusion. She wanted to be happy, which was something that she hadn't been in a while.
Bulma flopped back down on the bed with a sigh. She placed a hand on her stomach. "I'm sorry everyone. Especially you…my baby."

OOoooOOoooOOoooOOoooOO

Vegeta panted out of the gravity room after an all day training session. It was one of the better workouts he'd had in a while which was hard to believe considering he had just pushed 24 hours from barley an hour of sleep. But who was complaining?

Vegeta opened the door to the house and automatically headed straight to the kitchen for something to eat. He wasn't exactly sure when the last time he ate was so he knew that he probably should at least try and put something in his stomach. Vegeta barley felt hunger anymore, and the fact that he was actually remembering to eat was a feat all in itself.

After raiding the fridge for something edible, Vegeta began consuming the food on his plate without even bothering to sit down. He was half way done when he realized that he wasn't quite sure what it was he was eating. Foods didn't really hold distinct tastes anymore. But that wasn't the only thing that had changed. A lot of things had become distorted since the woman's departure.

Vegeta found that eating no longer appealed to him, sleep held no interest, and anything other then training only left room for thinking which was out of the question. Nothing made sense anymore in the Saiyan prince's mind.

For the first time in Vegeta's life he was fully experiencing the feeling of loneliness. Sure he had been alone many times before and it hadn't shaken him in the least. But this time…this time was different. This time around it was not himself who was causing the distance, but an outside force.

Someone other then himself had pulled their very existence out of his life, leaving him with a sense of lose. How in the world was that even possible? It wouldn't bother him if any other person left. So what made this woman so goddamn different? The answer was invisible to Vegeta, and there was no sign of it becoming any clearer. It was a hopeless cause. He had searched everywhere, and he had concluded that she was nowhere. This only frustrated him farther into insanity.

Vegeta slammed the empty plate down into the sink causing it to shatter. He ignored the broken glass shards and walked back outside into the dim sunlight.

The days were getting colder and rain had become a recent occurrence in the past few days. The air hung low and humid while the sun tried its hardest to leak through the cracks between the clouds.

Was this what his life was going to be from now on? Restless nights, stormy skies, and heart wrenching training. Vegeta sat on the ground and looked up at the sky. He had never before tried this but he remembered that the woman used to do it all the time. He even recalled what she had once told him.

'People say that love is like the sky. It's beautiful, limitless, bright, and filled with warmth. But they always forget to mention the other side. Just as the sky becomes dark and filled with rain and thunder, so does love. So yes, love it limitless, but it's not always blue skies and sunshine.'

At the time he hadn't understood and didn't even care what the woman had meant. Love was never going to concern him.

But now as he gazed up at the dark dreary sky, his heart feeling four times heavier then it ever should, he was pretty sure that he understood what she had meant.

AN: It's been a while since I've updated but school has been killing me. Summer is almost here and once that happens I'm going to write like there's no tomorrow, but for now I have to study for finals. Anyway I hope that you liked this chapter because so far I think it's my favorite one. But it doesn't really matter what I think. Please review and tell me your thoughts because those are the ones that truly matter.