The Difference Between Love and Lust
A single candle shed its soft glow about the darkened room barely casting enough light for her to seee her reflection in the golden mirror. She brushed a lock of blood red hair from her face tucking it behind her ear as a soft smile began to play about her lips. "Now lets see how things are going."
Raising her hand she held it palm outwards toward the mirror. A soft golden glow flowed down her fingertips causing the shadows of the room to retreat from her. The mirrors shimmering surface responded with it's own echoing glow. Slowly the reflection of the beautiful woman faded replace with the image of a young couple. They walked hand in hand threw a emerald park as they crossed a small white bridge the man reluctantly released the woman's hand and dropped to his knee. Her smile grew as he held up something the shimmered in the sunlight. In the image the woman's face light up and she dropped to her knees with the man her arms enfolding him in a joy filled embrace.
"Gotcha.." She chuckled softly allowing the mirror to go black again. She winked at
her smug reflection. "Am I good or am I good."
"You're the best sis."
Her smile faded slightly as she turned to greet her visitor. She was wearing a reveling red dress that did nothing to hide her body. It was almost indecent in it's cut and the way it clung to her body. Her long red hair was carefully arrange in a graceful pile on her head a few soft curls falling around her graceful neck. She smiled with lips that bore almost to much red lipstick as she sat down. She had a talent for almost looking like a whore but not. But then she was that way on the inside as well.
She sat across from the woman who bore such a resemblance to herself and tapped her fingertips on the table. "You know I am very busy right now. Or have you forgotten someone has to fix all the problems you caused this spring."
Her twin giggled. "Hey I cant help it if everyone's blood runs a bit hotter when the air is all fresh and everything is new."
"Well you could at least be a bit more considerate. I haven't slept a wink for three months."
"No wonder your so crabby. You should take a break." her sister frowned looking around the dim room then snapped her fingers causing a bright glow to fill the room till there was not a shadow to be found even in the deepest corner. "You need to get out more instead of holing yourself up in this stuffy old room."
"Is that why you are here?" she asked arching an eyebrow. "For some reason I doubt that you care about my social well being enough to come into my "Stuffy old room"."
Her sister looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Well.... your right.. I'm not." She looked up again her eyes as innocent as they could look which wasn't very innocent at all. "I need your help. I mad a little mistake.."
"Oh no. What did you do now!" She had a sinking feeling that this was not just one of her usual little mistake. This was something bigger.
"It's about that couple.. Bulma and Yamcha." her sister began.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for her to continue. She had been working on those two for years. At first she had though they would be easy. They had meet searching for the dragon balls both with the same wish. But then everything had gone wrong somewhere. Maybe she had been to lake or maybe she had trusted in true love to much. Somehow they had grown apart. But then Yamcha had died. That had helped things. Bulma realized she loved him and she had been careful to nurture that love. Things had been going so well she had turned her attention to repairing the yearly spring mayhem caused by her sister. What could have happened?
Her sister sat staring at her hands that where clenched in her lap as if she where praying that her sister would not be to angry. "Well.... I kinda accidently caused Yamcha and this other girl, Kelly, to kiss and Bulma saw and she's really mad and not talking to him anymore I messed things up and I don't know how to fix it I'm sorry I really am... I wish I knew..." she would have rattled on forever if her sister hadn't held up her hand.
She sighed letting her hand fall back to the table "It's okay."
Her head shot up and her eyes filled with relief. "You're not mad?"
She shook her head. "What's done is done. It's not like Yamcha has never strayed a little before." she stood slowly turning to her mirror. "I'll take care of it right now."
Her sister smiled and relief filled her face only to be extinguished just as quickly. "Uhhh.. it's worse."
She paused her hand in midair. "How?"
"Well.. . It's that Sayjin... Vegita."
She shuddered at the mention of his name. Of all the men in the universe he was the only one she feared. He destroyed so much so carelessly and he enjoyed it. His heart was black and empty devoid completely of any feeling of love. He cursed love, hated it, delighted in destroying it. "W-what about him?"
"Well... it's kinda.. Uhhh." she struggled to find a way to explain this thing that had happened. "I detest the little man. Always have. He's a nasty little brute and bad mouths us so much. Well.. I though I would teach him a lesson ya know. Show him what kind of power we have."
"You burned HIM?" Her mouth dropped open in shock. "How? Who? Wh-HOW?!"
Her sister smiled sheepishly as she looked up. "I made it so that one time when he was passing under Bulma's window her curtains where open just enough for him to see in... and.. well.. she was changing."
"That's all? And it worked."
"Well.. that and I tormented his sleep with dreams of her.. and whenever I could slip a stray though in during the day I did. I was craftier then usual ya see. He's a tough one."
"But Bulma?! He may decide to hurt her!!"
"No! That's just it.. something really odd happened. I didn't think it was possible myself especially with him.. and without your involvement. Who woulda though..."
"Though what?"
"That Vegita could fall in love"
She stood in shock she could feel the blood rushing from her head a moment before she feel into darkness. And thus the goddess of love fainted for the first time in her existence.
"So let me get this straight. You want me to help you get Vegita and Bulma together?" They sat at a café sipping tea her normal flowing white gown replace with a white and pink summer dress and her hair pulled back into a tight braid down her back where it coiled on the ground under her chair. Her sister sat across from her in a black leather mini skirt and red midriff halter top. "Why? It would just be easier to make Vegita fall out of love with her. He's not to far gone yet. He doesn't even know. It shouldn't be that hard."
Lust shrugged her shoulders lowering her sunglasses down her nose to look Love in the eyes. "He's acting kinda cute. Like a school boy with his first crush."
"THIS IS HIS FIRST CRUSH!" Love sighed in exasperation.
"Besides. Think of the advantages if they did get together."
"WHAT!? May I remind you that Bulma is suppose to be with Yamcha. And what possible advantages could there be to getting them together?"
"We can prove to our little prickling that we exist and teach him exactly what we're all about. I think it's a lesson the whole universe would be better off if he learned. Maybe then he wouldn't be such an ass."
Love nodded slowly. "Maybe your right. It would also give that little bastard something else to think about then becoming the strongest being in the universe and destroying everything in his path. But what about Bulma?"
Lust smiled evilly. "I think if anyone can handle our little spiky haired problem it's her. She's got spirit and I am sure with a little help from me she will have other.. tricks to keep him in line."
A smile touched Love's lips. "You know your actually convincing me of this.. oh wait...
what about Yamcha? He'll be heart broken."
"Oh just leave him to me. I'll be sure he has plenty of woman to keep him occupied. Admit it he's always had a wandering eye they never would have made it if you didn't keep them together."
Her sister sighed nodding her head sadly. "It's true. It shouldn't have been that way. They should have been perfect for each other. They WHERE perfect for each other."
"Exactly.. they where. But now their not anymore."
A single candle shed its soft glow about the darkened room barely casting enough light for her to seee her reflection in the golden mirror. She brushed a lock of blood red hair from her face tucking it behind her ear as a soft smile began to play about her lips. "Now lets see how things are going."
Raising her hand she held it palm outwards toward the mirror. A soft golden glow flowed down her fingertips causing the shadows of the room to retreat from her. The mirrors shimmering surface responded with it's own echoing glow. Slowly the reflection of the beautiful woman faded replace with the image of a young couple. They walked hand in hand threw a emerald park as they crossed a small white bridge the man reluctantly released the woman's hand and dropped to his knee. Her smile grew as he held up something the shimmered in the sunlight. In the image the woman's face light up and she dropped to her knees with the man her arms enfolding him in a joy filled embrace.
"Gotcha.." She chuckled softly allowing the mirror to go black again. She winked at
her smug reflection. "Am I good or am I good."
"You're the best sis."
Her smile faded slightly as she turned to greet her visitor. She was wearing a reveling red dress that did nothing to hide her body. It was almost indecent in it's cut and the way it clung to her body. Her long red hair was carefully arrange in a graceful pile on her head a few soft curls falling around her graceful neck. She smiled with lips that bore almost to much red lipstick as she sat down. She had a talent for almost looking like a whore but not. But then she was that way on the inside as well.
She sat across from the woman who bore such a resemblance to herself and tapped her fingertips on the table. "You know I am very busy right now. Or have you forgotten someone has to fix all the problems you caused this spring."
Her twin giggled. "Hey I cant help it if everyone's blood runs a bit hotter when the air is all fresh and everything is new."
"Well you could at least be a bit more considerate. I haven't slept a wink for three months."
"No wonder your so crabby. You should take a break." her sister frowned looking around the dim room then snapped her fingers causing a bright glow to fill the room till there was not a shadow to be found even in the deepest corner. "You need to get out more instead of holing yourself up in this stuffy old room."
"Is that why you are here?" she asked arching an eyebrow. "For some reason I doubt that you care about my social well being enough to come into my "Stuffy old room"."
Her sister looked down at her feet sheepishly. "Well.... your right.. I'm not." She looked up again her eyes as innocent as they could look which wasn't very innocent at all. "I need your help. I mad a little mistake.."
"Oh no. What did you do now!" She had a sinking feeling that this was not just one of her usual little mistake. This was something bigger.
"It's about that couple.. Bulma and Yamcha." her sister began.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for her to continue. She had been working on those two for years. At first she had though they would be easy. They had meet searching for the dragon balls both with the same wish. But then everything had gone wrong somewhere. Maybe she had been to lake or maybe she had trusted in true love to much. Somehow they had grown apart. But then Yamcha had died. That had helped things. Bulma realized she loved him and she had been careful to nurture that love. Things had been going so well she had turned her attention to repairing the yearly spring mayhem caused by her sister. What could have happened?
Her sister sat staring at her hands that where clenched in her lap as if she where praying that her sister would not be to angry. "Well.... I kinda accidently caused Yamcha and this other girl, Kelly, to kiss and Bulma saw and she's really mad and not talking to him anymore I messed things up and I don't know how to fix it I'm sorry I really am... I wish I knew..." she would have rattled on forever if her sister hadn't held up her hand.
She sighed letting her hand fall back to the table "It's okay."
Her head shot up and her eyes filled with relief. "You're not mad?"
She shook her head. "What's done is done. It's not like Yamcha has never strayed a little before." she stood slowly turning to her mirror. "I'll take care of it right now."
Her sister smiled and relief filled her face only to be extinguished just as quickly. "Uhhh.. it's worse."
She paused her hand in midair. "How?"
"Well.. . It's that Sayjin... Vegita."
She shuddered at the mention of his name. Of all the men in the universe he was the only one she feared. He destroyed so much so carelessly and he enjoyed it. His heart was black and empty devoid completely of any feeling of love. He cursed love, hated it, delighted in destroying it. "W-what about him?"
"Well... it's kinda.. Uhhh." she struggled to find a way to explain this thing that had happened. "I detest the little man. Always have. He's a nasty little brute and bad mouths us so much. Well.. I though I would teach him a lesson ya know. Show him what kind of power we have."
"You burned HIM?" Her mouth dropped open in shock. "How? Who? Wh-HOW?!"
Her sister smiled sheepishly as she looked up. "I made it so that one time when he was passing under Bulma's window her curtains where open just enough for him to see in... and.. well.. she was changing."
"That's all? And it worked."
"Well.. that and I tormented his sleep with dreams of her.. and whenever I could slip a stray though in during the day I did. I was craftier then usual ya see. He's a tough one."
"But Bulma?! He may decide to hurt her!!"
"No! That's just it.. something really odd happened. I didn't think it was possible myself especially with him.. and without your involvement. Who woulda though..."
"Though what?"
"That Vegita could fall in love"
She stood in shock she could feel the blood rushing from her head a moment before she feel into darkness. And thus the goddess of love fainted for the first time in her existence.
"So let me get this straight. You want me to help you get Vegita and Bulma together?" They sat at a café sipping tea her normal flowing white gown replace with a white and pink summer dress and her hair pulled back into a tight braid down her back where it coiled on the ground under her chair. Her sister sat across from her in a black leather mini skirt and red midriff halter top. "Why? It would just be easier to make Vegita fall out of love with her. He's not to far gone yet. He doesn't even know. It shouldn't be that hard."
Lust shrugged her shoulders lowering her sunglasses down her nose to look Love in the eyes. "He's acting kinda cute. Like a school boy with his first crush."
"THIS IS HIS FIRST CRUSH!" Love sighed in exasperation.
"Besides. Think of the advantages if they did get together."
"WHAT!? May I remind you that Bulma is suppose to be with Yamcha. And what possible advantages could there be to getting them together?"
"We can prove to our little prickling that we exist and teach him exactly what we're all about. I think it's a lesson the whole universe would be better off if he learned. Maybe then he wouldn't be such an ass."
Love nodded slowly. "Maybe your right. It would also give that little bastard something else to think about then becoming the strongest being in the universe and destroying everything in his path. But what about Bulma?"
Lust smiled evilly. "I think if anyone can handle our little spiky haired problem it's her. She's got spirit and I am sure with a little help from me she will have other.. tricks to keep him in line."
A smile touched Love's lips. "You know your actually convincing me of this.. oh wait...
what about Yamcha? He'll be heart broken."
"Oh just leave him to me. I'll be sure he has plenty of woman to keep him occupied. Admit it he's always had a wandering eye they never would have made it if you didn't keep them together."
Her sister sighed nodding her head sadly. "It's true. It shouldn't have been that way. They should have been perfect for each other. They WHERE perfect for each other."
"Exactly.. they where. But now their not anymore."