Nightly monologues
Silence, only disturbed by a slight sound of snoring. The wind is blowing softly through the open window and over Bulma's face. She sighs and tosses and turns for perhaps the thousandth time that night. * What is it with me, why can't I fall asleep? * Bulma's eyes travel to the person next to her. His face looks peaceful, marred only by a scar. Bulma's fingers trace the pattern of this all too familiar face. *What is it I still feel for him? We've been together for so long, I just don't know anymore. I've always felt so comfortable beside him, but lately everything he does seems to irritate me. Have my feelings for him changed? Is he still more than a friend?* Yamcha, blissfully ignorant of Bulma's thoughts, mumbles in his sleep and crawls closer. Bulma stares at the ceiling. *Why am I suddenly doubting my feelings? I can't go on like this, pretending nothing is different. He seems to feel I'm drawing away from him and tries to hold on. All the extra attention, the flowers, the romantic nights. I have to make a decision.* However, realizing this, doesn't make it any easier. Bulma sighs and turns again.
In another room, at the other side of Capsule Corps, another person also stares at the ceiling, quite awake. * What the hell is it that I am feeling? Emptiness, loneliness, desperation, what? Being brought back from the death was quite a shock alright, but I've had time to accept that. I've traveled through space, ending the existence of others, to come to terms with my renewed existence. Besides, it gives me a chance to reclaim my title as strongest and Prince of all Saiyans. So why am I feeling so empty? What's wrong with me? I've always adapted myself to new situations, so why is this time so different?* Somehow, everything had changed. He had no one to answer to for the first time in his life, and somehow he had become one of the good guys. Thoughtless destruction wasn't an option anymore, and long subdued en neglected feelings kicked in. And to top all that, he had sort of a home again, no longer traveling from planet to planet, from ship to ship. During all too many sleepless nights, Vegeta found out he was having a rather hard time with it all. Not that he showed it to anyone, of course. These nightly monologues being the only outward sign. * Doesn't seem like I'll be catching any sleep soon, some training will do me good*. This being said, or better thought, Vegeta powers up, slides open the window and flies out into the quiet night.
Silence, only disturbed by a slight sound of snoring. The wind is blowing softly through the open window and over Bulma's face. She sighs and tosses and turns for perhaps the thousandth time that night. * What is it with me, why can't I fall asleep? * Bulma's eyes travel to the person next to her. His face looks peaceful, marred only by a scar. Bulma's fingers trace the pattern of this all too familiar face. *What is it I still feel for him? We've been together for so long, I just don't know anymore. I've always felt so comfortable beside him, but lately everything he does seems to irritate me. Have my feelings for him changed? Is he still more than a friend?* Yamcha, blissfully ignorant of Bulma's thoughts, mumbles in his sleep and crawls closer. Bulma stares at the ceiling. *Why am I suddenly doubting my feelings? I can't go on like this, pretending nothing is different. He seems to feel I'm drawing away from him and tries to hold on. All the extra attention, the flowers, the romantic nights. I have to make a decision.* However, realizing this, doesn't make it any easier. Bulma sighs and turns again.
In another room, at the other side of Capsule Corps, another person also stares at the ceiling, quite awake. * What the hell is it that I am feeling? Emptiness, loneliness, desperation, what? Being brought back from the death was quite a shock alright, but I've had time to accept that. I've traveled through space, ending the existence of others, to come to terms with my renewed existence. Besides, it gives me a chance to reclaim my title as strongest and Prince of all Saiyans. So why am I feeling so empty? What's wrong with me? I've always adapted myself to new situations, so why is this time so different?* Somehow, everything had changed. He had no one to answer to for the first time in his life, and somehow he had become one of the good guys. Thoughtless destruction wasn't an option anymore, and long subdued en neglected feelings kicked in. And to top all that, he had sort of a home again, no longer traveling from planet to planet, from ship to ship. During all too many sleepless nights, Vegeta found out he was having a rather hard time with it all. Not that he showed it to anyone, of course. These nightly monologues being the only outward sign. * Doesn't seem like I'll be catching any sleep soon, some training will do me good*. This being said, or better thought, Vegeta powers up, slides open the window and flies out into the quiet night.