Memories Resurfaced: Unwelcomed Visitor

Memories Resurfaced Ch.6

Bulma sniffed up the last of her tears. She had been crying for so long, she thought she had run out. She reached for a tissue and blew her nose. Staring upstairs, only one thought came into her head: That jerk.

'Who does he think he is, insulting me like that? He needs a lesson in respect!' she thought. 'But, how would you do it, Bulma, hm? Yeah, you could beat him up, give him at talking to, and then slap him around!' Sarcastic thoughts sharply pinched at her brain.

'The least you could do, Bulma, is go fool around with his head!' she determined to herself, 'Alright, Bulma, let's move!'

She stormed upstairs and pounded on Vegeta's door. "Hey! Vegeta! Open up right now!" she yelled. "Open this door, before I turn off the G.R. FOREVER!" Bulma grew worried. Normally, if she threatened him like that, he'd be on her like Velcro.

So, she cautiously opened his door and stared at the sleeping prince before her. It was amazing, how he could look so peaceful in his sleep, but be such a monster when he was awake.
'Kami, he's so good-looking,' she thought, 'but not the winning personality-type, is he?'
Finally, she gave up. It would seem that all of her built-in rage leaked away when she watched a certain Saiyan prince sleep.
'Damn him, he's so cute. Fine, Vegeta, you win...'
So she gently closed his door, and walked into her own room. And for once, she felt lonely. Yamcha was gone, so were her parents, who had a vacation leaving poor Bulma behind, and Vegeta wasn't the best company to be around. She sighed as she flopped onto her bed. She stared at the ceiling and began to think:
'What am I going to do without Yamcha? What a great story, "Bulma Brief, heir of the great Capsule Corporation, dumped her one-and-only boyfriend since she was sixteen years old.' What a laugh!

She snorted to herself as she thought about it. She took one last glance at her balcony before falling into a deep sleep.

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Vegeta awoke with a start from his nightmare. Shock leaked into his system as he realized he hadn't had these dreams for years. It only took a second for him to realize that he was covered in cold sweat. With a sigh, he left his bed and breathed the night air from the balcony.

'It's been a while since I've looked at the stars...' he thought while staring into dotted night, 'Look at me! I'm staring at the stars! I've become such a weakling. It's those blasted Earthlings and the weak-minded Kakarrot! Blast it! Why don't they leave me alone? Cursed woman, and her friends. Why is that woman so...' He stopped to think of a word to describe the walking enigma, but soon lost the thought when he saw a shadowy figure trekking across the lawn.
The mysterious shadow stopped at the back door and began to pick the lock. It didn't take Vegeta more than a half-second to jump back to the door to his room and watch to see what this man wanted.

The man unlocked the door with some effort and stepped onto the cold kitchen floor. He looked around for a second and then began to stealthily walk up the stairs. When he reached the top he looked at the long hallway with at least five doors.

It was sheer coincidence that he opened the door to Bulma's room. And for the first time since he couldn't remember, Vegeta felt scared, scared that this man might actually harm Bulma.

Putting his pride aside for one time only, he tiptoed to the door and peeked in the room. It felt like he had a heart attack when he saw the man clad in black holding a knife to Bulma's neck and whispering threats into her ear; his hand was on her mouth, disabling her ability to scream for help.

Without warning, Vegeta shot into the room and pulled the man off Bulma's bed before he even knew someone else was in the room. The enraged Saiyan prince pulled the knife from the crook's hand and held it to his throat, threatening to tap his jugular vein at any second. It wasn't surprising that the man began to whimper and plead for his life.

"Please, dude, let me go! I was just..." the man pleaded while Vegeta pushed the knife closer his victim's neck, "I was just..."

"Just what? Taking what's not yours??" Vegeta answered calmly with a smirk.
The man began to sob softly to himself while consciously reaching for the gun that was in his back pocket. Vegeta, while realizing this, grabbed the man by his hair, took the knife, and sliced off the hand that was reaching for his gun. The man began to scream and sob hysterically as he slid to the ground holding his arm.

Vegeta grabbed the thief and with a death glare, threw the man off the balcony. He landed with a sickening thump on the ground and was drained of whatever was left of his life.
Bulma got out of bed and looked over the balcony. What she saw made her scream and nearly regurgitate her dinner. She threw herself at Vegeta and began to verbally assault him.

"How could you do that?! You didn't have to kill him! You couldn't just turned him in and then both of us would be happy!" she yelled.
"So? He should know better than to assault a woman! It's dishonorable, and should be punishable by death!" he cried back.
Bulma groaned and then slid to the ground.
"Well at least get that thing out of my yard! I don't want my parents to come home tomorrow to see a rotting corpse in their backyard!" she demanded.
"Whatever..." Vegeta answered, and before he could stop himself, "Are you okay?"
Bulma looked up and stared at him. Her confused look quickly turned into a sly one.
"You care about me! You actually wanted to know if I was okay!" she smirked at Vegeta.
"What? No! Of course not!" he spat in denial.
"Hee hee! So there really is a soft side to you, Vegeta, isn't there? I knew it! I'm a genius!"
"Quiet, woman! I don't want to hear your jabbering! I'm going to bed!"
"Whatever, Vegeta! Sleep well, angel!" she yelled as Vegeta slammed the door to his room.

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