a/n: okay, I was watching dragonball one day (and trust me, it is something I do NOT do often, the dubbing is just too horrible. I mean, who the hell actually says, 'oh golly, gee whiz' …who!?…anyways…) and this thought came to me: WHY did Bulma end up with the vegetable head we all know and either hate or love. He's mean, arrogant, rude, arrogant, loud, and did I mention ARROGANT? So, why EXACTLY did that girl fall for him? And like garlic bread to a monkey, an idea struck me, which is written down below. Enjoy! : ) (or don't, whatever)
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2nd a/n: let's say this little story takes place a little while, just a little while, before ……… Vegeta fights…Cell? Yes…before he fights Cell…no! wait, never mind, I didn't type anything here! You are reading nothing right now! IGNORE THIS PART…why don't I just delete this? because you're an idiot, that's why. And it seems to be that I'm crazy too…who talks to themselves on the computer?? I DO!! I'm getting weird in the head…#23 on list: get unstupid. *scratches head* #24 on list: get life.
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So, a lot of people ask me why I am with that egotistical prince. 'Cause, let's face it, he's got that 'holier-than-thou' attitude that can make even the most desperate of women go running. And, yet, I didn't. Why? I ask myself that a lot, too, so don't feel alone. Trust me, you're most definitely not. He is a pompous all-around jerk. Not just any typical ass, though, that's for sure. Also, he never asks, he demands. He never admits he's wrong, he has to always be right. 'Help' is not a word in his vocabulary, mumbles neither is my name. Nothing matters to him, except to become the strongest living creature in the universe, which, I think, isn't all that great. All he strives for is to become stronger, and if he actually reaches his goal, what will there be left for him to strive for? To be a better father and husband? snorts Yeah, right. No, that'll never happen. He's much too proud. Too proud to show any feeling whatsoever. Too proud to show love for his son. Too proud to acknowledge that he will probably never be the strongest. But through all his faults (there's much, much, MUCH more. He just trains ALL day, can't even GET a DECENT JOB!!! J-O-B!!! JOB, mister, JOB!!! ARGHH!!! *ahem* I won't get into that right now…), I love him, yes, I do. And that's that. There's no reason why. I just do. Does there have to be a reason for everything? And if you're one of those people who just has to have a reason for everything, then you can let this little 'why' question float in your head for the rest of your life, because I can't answer why I love him, I just love him…and if he wasn't so proud, maybe he'd say that he loves me too.
Proud…that will always be who he is.
Pride is what makes him, but, sadly, pride will eventually be what destroys him…
…and I pray that won't be anytime soon…
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3rd a/n: which was the fight that he died? Was it the one fighting cell or that pink blob thing? … anyway, I'm making this story take place before one of those fights and since I kind of forgot them, you can choose which one…I'm re-reading this *ahem* 'story' and it seems to be a bit redundant…oh well…
disclaimer: I need one of these, don't I? I forgot to put this up there before my first a/n… well here it is! Hmm…what should I say? I own…no one…I just happen to own a very nice computer that allows me to go on this wonderful thing called the internet…wow! IN-TERR-NET…
4th a/n: feel free to correct me on anything and to tell me if all these notes from me are getting annoying…my friends say I have a tendency to go on and on about pointless things…do I? Maybe I do. My mom and sister say that I do too…hmm… maybe I do…okay I'll stop. I swear…I'm stopping right NOW…PERIOD…there--.