When You Say Nothing At All By Luv Vegeta

"When You Say Nothing at All"

Lemon alert here....if you are offended by sexual content.....read no further!!!!

Bulma rolled out of bed in a particularly good mood this morning. Since they'd first found their way to one another almost two months ago, Vegeta had been sleeping in her bed every night. And until the hour just before dawn he'd kept her awake, thrilling at his touch. He hadn't had much experience at that sort of thing before, but her patience and guiding hands had paid off. She couldn't believe how patient and tender he could be, far surpassing anything she would have even thought him capable of. Of course, it had been this way for almost a week now....he seemed to have gained enough confidence that he held nothing back, well physically anyway. Except for a couple of kisses to show his affection for her during the daylight hours, he was still steadfastly resigned to his training until bedtime. And Bulma wanted more than sex, she wanted his heart.
She ran a hand through the tangled strands falling over her shoulders. Vegeta sure had a way with tangling her hair into an impossible-to-comb rat's nest. There were little spots of pain here and there she noticed as she walked down the hall, and she pulled at her robe a bit to reveal the scattering of bruises he had left with his mouth on her body. "Ouch!" she said, pushing at one gingerly. She'd have to tell him to ease up a bit next time.
The water was still running in the shower. Was that Vegeta in there? She could hear her mother singing down in the kitchen, then as if fate willed it, the lights blinked off and back on again, telling her that her father was in the basement workshop. So it was Vegeta in there! Taking a shower with him would definitely be a new experience!
She tried the door,knowing that it wouldn't be locked. Vegeta was too confident in his own powers to shield himself with something so flimsy as a doorlock. Trying to be bold, but suddenly feeling very shy, she slipped into the steam-filled bathroom.
"Vegeta," she called, not wanting to startle him.
"Bulma???" he peeked around the shower curtain at her with a look of dismay.
"I thought," she looked at the floor, blushing a little, then back up, "Maybe you'd like some company in there?"
He looked....could she call his expression frightened? She dropped the robe then, gaining one of complete approval.
He stepped back to allow her space to climb in next to him. Vegeta, without the cover of darkness or her bed's blanket, appeared vulnerable and unsure of himself once more. So, she made the first move and took up the soap and a washcloth, proceeding to scrub him from head to toe, kissing him steadily as she ran shampoo and her hands through his thick black hair.
He was the nighttime's passionate Vegeta by the time she was through, and he took his turn with the soap and shampoo....before then easing her against the shower wall, lifting her legs so that she could secure them across his back...as he eased his way into her, she impulsively opened her eyes and caught his with her gaze, realeased what had been in her heart for a while now, "I love you, Vegeta.."
Bulma registerd a mild shock in his own black orbs. He opened his mouth, but no words came. If he hadn't been so close, she believed he might have left the room suddenly.....not the reaction she'd hoped for.
"That...that's good.." he finally said gruffly and kissed her quickly, but the sting from what she'd seen in his face cancelled out any pleasure he might have given her in the moments that followed. She let him go to his training without comment, but noticed his usual quick kiss goodbye was more drawn out. Than it had been before.....

She moved through the rest of her day in agony. Seeing always before her the shock in Vegeta's face that should have been happiness when she'd told him she loved him. Her attitude shifted unsteadily back and forth from being angry with herself for telling him the truth to being angry with Vegeta for wanting her body without feeling any love for her. He was normal at dinner though, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Before his after-dinner training he even added a caress to her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes before kissing her on his way out. Was he happy about this? Why couldn't he just tell her??!!!
Bulma even wondered if he would join her in bed tonight. She paced across her room in worry, scurrying to jump under the covers and act nonchalant when she heard his step coming down the hall. Her blue eyes looked in wonder as he stripped down and climbed in. He was even more dark and mysterious in the room with only the light of a half-revealed moon to see by. There was no hesitation in his move to touch her.
"Oh no you don't!" she said, not even aware she was going to speak these words until they were out.
"What?" he looked at her questioningly, much like a child who has no idea why he's being punished.
"You come in here every night, Vegeta," she'd started against her will to cry, "And..and...do what you do....but when I tell you I love you, you act like I stuck a knife in your back."
"I just didn't expect..." he stammered, moving back from her.
"What? Didn't expect that if you come into my bed every night for a solid two months that I could fall in love with you? Well, it might be different for you Saiyans, but for humans after a while this isn't much good without some emotion attached to it!"
He just looked at her.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say?"
He looked panicstricken.....Then she really started to cry, wailing loudly as she always did when she didn't get her way.
He didn't know how to express what he felt inside, except through touching her in all the ways he knew received a positive reaction. How could words express such powerful feelings? He'd thought his actions truly showed all he felt for her, everything she made him feel in his own heart. Did she really expect him to voice that? Could three words encompass all that....he thought they seemed so inadequate.....he felt so confused. Vegeta just wanted to hold her, show her how he felt, make her happy with his hands and body like he had for so long now...He moved to take her in his arms...
"Don't you love me?" she asked through the tears.
"I always show you how I feel!" his voice was so filled with emotion that she relented. Vegeta touched her with more passion that night than he had at any other time....was it only sex, her confused mind wondered, or was he putting deeper feelings from his heart into what passed between them?

What was that he'd whispered in her ear as he climbed from her bed....she still groggy with sleep. Her brain felt fuzzy around the edges.
Bulma kept going back to that moment, those invisible words haning just out of reach with the memory of his lips so close to her ear, planting a kiss there after they were spoken.
In the shower, she scrubbed at her hair a little harder, as if trying to work them free. It was all she could concentrate on as she put her shirt on backwards, noticing in time to put it right before she went downstairs. They eluded her until she took her last gulp of coffee, her brain kicked into action then and handed them over to her at long last...."Bulma, there are some things that are beyond words." Ahhhhhhhh! Was it so hard for him to say the 'L' word??!!
Frustrated, confused, but giddy at the memory of everything he'd done to her body the night before, she stumbled as she went down to join her dad and get some work of her own done...if she could just break lose from her present thoughts of Vegeta's smooth, sweat-slicked skin against hers. She sighed heavily, making Dr. Briefs look up.
"Bulma? Thinking of last night?"
She flushed a deep crimson, "Daddy!!!!!!"
"Not my fault you two were so loud...oh well," he went back to typing in the specs for his new cloud car prototype.
Remembering.....and realizing her father spoke the truth, Bulma quickly reached to turn on the radio and fill the suddenly uncomfortable silence of the lab.
"Ewwww!" her dad had been listening to country again and she reached out once more intent on finding a better station......when the last line of the song's chorus caught her attention.

"You say it best when you say nothing at all"

Her hand paused in mid-air, and she brought it back to the papers she was sifting through. Decided to listen a bit more.

"All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Try as they may they could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all"

The girl singing the song seemed to be mirroring Vegeta's own words. Bulma thought of that old saying "Actions speak louder than words." Did she really need Vegeta to tell her how he felt when the way he touched her spoke volumes? Did he really need to spell it all out, or should she know him so well that she didn't need them....all she could do was try.....

That night he kept pausing...struggling to say things to her and interrupting their bodies' usual rhythm. Bulma knew then, Vegeta just wasn't one with a talent for expressing verbally what he felt. Did that mean she couldn't love him?
She placed a finger on his lips, looked at him with love softening her eyes and whispered into his visibly relieved face, "Why don't you just show me?"

The end.