TITLE: Prologue - How Did I Fall In Love With You
NOTE: This is my take on how B/V got together. This song, if you don't know, is by the Backstreet Boys (I'm a pop music lover!). I cut out some parts, like repeat choruses, so that the fic would flow better. I got these lyrics from some web page or other so please don't blame me for any mistakes in the lyrics. Hope you enjoy. Don't worry 'Power of Love' and 'Road of Dreams' readers, I'm working on those (as well as 'Guardian Angel')! Please read and review so I know how I'm doing. Thanx.
DISCLAIMER: I make no money from these fics. I am in no way related to the creators of DBZ or the composers/singers of these songs. If I were, I wouldn't be so broke all the time. ^_^
'Remeber when, we never needed each other
The best of friends like
Sister and Brother
We understood, we'd never be,
Alone
Those days are gone, and I want so much
The night is long and I need your touch
Don't know what to say
I never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be
Alone tonight'
Yamcha sat at his house, alone. He had sent Puar out knowing she would only worry about him in his depressed state. Bulma had just dumped him...again. She said that he had cheated on her which confused the hell out of him. He had NEVER cheated on Bulma. He just liked to talk and he couldn't help it if a lot of girls were attracted to him. Was that such a crime? He had never kissed or hugged another girl intimatedly while going out with Bulma. She had been his life and his love. Now she was gone.
He really missed the old days, when they were teenagers. He laughed at a few of the stupid things they had done while hunting for dragon balls, him, Bulma, Goku, Puar and Oolong. After all the years that had passed, the one thing he remembered most about Goku was his little "pat pats" (hehe...everyone knows what I mean right?). Bulma on the other hand, he remembered everything about her. Her smile, her voice, her hair, her eyes...everything.
Now, she was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. She never wanted to see him again.
*****
Bulma stared down at the gravity room from her bedroom balcony as the stars smiled down on her. He was in there. The object of her affection, the creature who stomped around in her head every hour that she was awake. The reason she had broken up with Yamcha.
She sighed to herself and looked up at the heavens above, feeling bad for dumping Yamcha. She really didn't have any reason to break up with him, she just didn't want to lead him on when her heart was somewhere else. That was why she had used the excuse of him cheating on her. She knew he had never cheated on her but at the time, she hadn't been able to think of anything else.
Her eyes made their way back to the gravity room. At odd intervals, flashes of light would illuminate the dark night as Vegeta's ki balls flew around the room. Bulma secretly wondered if the Saiyan prince ever stopped training. It seemed like he was in there every minute of his life unless he was eating. Did he care about anything else other than becoming a Super Saiyan? Did he, perhaps, care about her?
'What can I do, to make it right
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?'
*****
Bulma silently ate breakfast as her mother bustled around chirping happily to herself. Once again, her mind was on the Saiyan prince. She didn't know why she was attracted to him. Perhaps it was his unbelievably muscular body, or his bad boy attitude. Still, no matter what the reason, it didn't change the fact that she found him attractive.
She almost laughed in irony. Vegeta had come to Earth with plans of destroying it, yet here she was, finding herself drawn to him. His arrogance and self-absorbed attitude were even more reasons to hate him, but she didn't. When had she fallen in love with him? Was it after Namek? How? These questions danced around in her head as she continued to pick at the food in front of her.
'I hear your voice
And I start to tremble
Brings back the child that, I resemble'
"Woman, I'm hungry."
Bulma nearly fell off her chair as Vegeta's voice broke through her thoughts. Still, she felt the oh-so-familiar tremble run down her spine at his voice. It held the same 'do as I say or else' tone that it always did, but somehow it no longer scared her. Was it because she loved him? Oh Kami! Did she just think that she loved him? No! She couldn't! He was such a jerk, always yelling and screaming and demanding things. Impossible! Of course not. She did not love him, she was merely attracted to him, that was all.
Realizing that she was gawking at him, she stood up. "So what? You can cook your own food."
"What?! Baka woman! I do not cook! I am the Saiyan prince!" His yell of anger tore through the entire house.
"Oh come on Vegeta, you're old enough to know how to cook. If you are as great as you are, I'm sure you could at least fry an egg or something. Come on, show me what you've got!" Bulma taunted him, loving the look of fury on his face.
She continued to watch as he muttered dark thoughts under his breath. His arms came crossing over his chest in what was probably his favourite pose and his eyes narrowed at her.
"Damn woman, I told you to cook for me. Now do it, or else!"
Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "Or else what Vegeta? What are you going to do?" She didn't really like arguing with him, but she couldn't help it. Somehow, it was fun. Besides, it seemed that the only way he would talk to her was in an argument.
"I will blast you into the next dimension of course!"
She scoffed at him, making him even more upset. "You wouldn't kill me because than there would be no one to fix your gravity machine for you. Besides Vegeta, cooking isn't all that bad."
"Not bad? Crazy baka woman! Cooking is for useless woman like you."
The sexist comment made Bulma's face flush red. Her voice rose in loudness to match his."Damn you Vegeta. If you think that that is what woman are for, than you can cook your own meal forever!"
"Oh, I forgot." Vegeta's trade-mark smirk made it's way over his face. "You females are also useful for one more thing, giving birth to children."
Bulma picked up the closest thing to her, a vase of flowers, and flung it at him. Vegeta easily dodged it but she didn't care. She stormed out of the kitchen and out of the house to her home-lab. She needed to calm down. Vegeta was such a jerk!
'I cannot pretend, that we can still be friends
Don't want to be,
Alone tonight'
After spending four hours in the lab and not accomplishing much, Bulma decided that working was out of the question. That stupid Saiyan prince was in her head again, stomping around as usual. She threw done one of her new creations in frustration and stormed out of the lab towards the gravity room. She couldn't deny it anymore, she cared a lot for Vegeta dispite his rudeness and his arrogance.
She wanted to, no, needed to talk to him. She needed to know how he felt towards her if he felt anything at all. She pounded nice and hard on the gravity room door, making sure he heard it. A few seconds later, she heard the machine being turned off followed by a very sweaty, very tired looking Vegeta standing in front of her.
"What woman? I am training. If it isn't important, go away."
'Oh I want to say this right
And it has to be tonight
Just need you to know, oh yeah
I don't want to live this life
I don't want to say goodbye
With you I wanna spend
The rest of my life'
"Vegeta, we need to talk."
"Well, hurry up. I don't have all day."
"Ugh, shut up would you? I'm trying to think here!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes but kept quiet.
"I...I was just wondering if you felt anything towards me at all." Her sentence was rushed out as quickly as she could say it.
Vegeta's scowl fell of his face as one of pure shock replaced it. The scowl returned a millisecond later as the Saiyan prince regained his composure. "Woman, this is nonsense. I do not have time to waste talking about such stupid emotions that I would never feel in a million years."
"Does that mean you feel nothing for me Vegeta?" Bulma's eyes began to brim with tears at his words. They just hurt so much, more than anyone elses words had ever hurt her before.
"That's right. I don't give a damn about you and I never well." He turned his back to her and crossed his arms.
Bulma's tears began to fall silently down her cheek as she stared at Vegeta's back. "Thanks for clearing that up for me. I'll always keep in mind that you will 'never give a damn about me'." Sentence finished, she tore away from the gravity room and into the house, not even bothering to say anything to her parents as she rushed past them on her way to her room.
She couldn't face them, not with so many emotions flowing through her veins and so many tears falling down her cheeks. She slammed her bedroom door shut with so much force that it almost fell off. Without even bothering to change into her pajamas, Bulma threw herself onto her bed, drew up her blankets and cried into her pillow. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her body and she fell into a heart broken sleep.
'What can I do, to make it right
Falling so hard so fast this time
Everything's changed, we never knew
How did I fall
In love
With you...'
NOTE: This is my take on how B/V got together. This song, if you don't know, is by the Backstreet Boys (I'm a pop music lover!). I cut out some parts, like repeat choruses, so that the fic would flow better. I got these lyrics from some web page or other so please don't blame me for any mistakes in the lyrics. Hope you enjoy. Don't worry 'Power of Love' and 'Road of Dreams' readers, I'm working on those (as well as 'Guardian Angel')! Please read and review so I know how I'm doing. Thanx.
DISCLAIMER: I make no money from these fics. I am in no way related to the creators of DBZ or the composers/singers of these songs. If I were, I wouldn't be so broke all the time. ^_^
'Remeber when, we never needed each other
The best of friends like
Sister and Brother
We understood, we'd never be,
Alone
Those days are gone, and I want so much
The night is long and I need your touch
Don't know what to say
I never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be
Alone tonight'
Yamcha sat at his house, alone. He had sent Puar out knowing she would only worry about him in his depressed state. Bulma had just dumped him...again. She said that he had cheated on her which confused the hell out of him. He had NEVER cheated on Bulma. He just liked to talk and he couldn't help it if a lot of girls were attracted to him. Was that such a crime? He had never kissed or hugged another girl intimatedly while going out with Bulma. She had been his life and his love. Now she was gone.
He really missed the old days, when they were teenagers. He laughed at a few of the stupid things they had done while hunting for dragon balls, him, Bulma, Goku, Puar and Oolong. After all the years that had passed, the one thing he remembered most about Goku was his little "pat pats" (hehe...everyone knows what I mean right?). Bulma on the other hand, he remembered everything about her. Her smile, her voice, her hair, her eyes...everything.
Now, she was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. She never wanted to see him again.
*****
Bulma stared down at the gravity room from her bedroom balcony as the stars smiled down on her. He was in there. The object of her affection, the creature who stomped around in her head every hour that she was awake. The reason she had broken up with Yamcha.
She sighed to herself and looked up at the heavens above, feeling bad for dumping Yamcha. She really didn't have any reason to break up with him, she just didn't want to lead him on when her heart was somewhere else. That was why she had used the excuse of him cheating on her. She knew he had never cheated on her but at the time, she hadn't been able to think of anything else.
Her eyes made their way back to the gravity room. At odd intervals, flashes of light would illuminate the dark night as Vegeta's ki balls flew around the room. Bulma secretly wondered if the Saiyan prince ever stopped training. It seemed like he was in there every minute of his life unless he was eating. Did he care about anything else other than becoming a Super Saiyan? Did he, perhaps, care about her?
'What can I do, to make it right
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?'
*****
Bulma silently ate breakfast as her mother bustled around chirping happily to herself. Once again, her mind was on the Saiyan prince. She didn't know why she was attracted to him. Perhaps it was his unbelievably muscular body, or his bad boy attitude. Still, no matter what the reason, it didn't change the fact that she found him attractive.
She almost laughed in irony. Vegeta had come to Earth with plans of destroying it, yet here she was, finding herself drawn to him. His arrogance and self-absorbed attitude were even more reasons to hate him, but she didn't. When had she fallen in love with him? Was it after Namek? How? These questions danced around in her head as she continued to pick at the food in front of her.
'I hear your voice
And I start to tremble
Brings back the child that, I resemble'
"Woman, I'm hungry."
Bulma nearly fell off her chair as Vegeta's voice broke through her thoughts. Still, she felt the oh-so-familiar tremble run down her spine at his voice. It held the same 'do as I say or else' tone that it always did, but somehow it no longer scared her. Was it because she loved him? Oh Kami! Did she just think that she loved him? No! She couldn't! He was such a jerk, always yelling and screaming and demanding things. Impossible! Of course not. She did not love him, she was merely attracted to him, that was all.
Realizing that she was gawking at him, she stood up. "So what? You can cook your own food."
"What?! Baka woman! I do not cook! I am the Saiyan prince!" His yell of anger tore through the entire house.
"Oh come on Vegeta, you're old enough to know how to cook. If you are as great as you are, I'm sure you could at least fry an egg or something. Come on, show me what you've got!" Bulma taunted him, loving the look of fury on his face.
She continued to watch as he muttered dark thoughts under his breath. His arms came crossing over his chest in what was probably his favourite pose and his eyes narrowed at her.
"Damn woman, I told you to cook for me. Now do it, or else!"
Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "Or else what Vegeta? What are you going to do?" She didn't really like arguing with him, but she couldn't help it. Somehow, it was fun. Besides, it seemed that the only way he would talk to her was in an argument.
"I will blast you into the next dimension of course!"
She scoffed at him, making him even more upset. "You wouldn't kill me because than there would be no one to fix your gravity machine for you. Besides Vegeta, cooking isn't all that bad."
"Not bad? Crazy baka woman! Cooking is for useless woman like you."
The sexist comment made Bulma's face flush red. Her voice rose in loudness to match his."Damn you Vegeta. If you think that that is what woman are for, than you can cook your own meal forever!"
"Oh, I forgot." Vegeta's trade-mark smirk made it's way over his face. "You females are also useful for one more thing, giving birth to children."
Bulma picked up the closest thing to her, a vase of flowers, and flung it at him. Vegeta easily dodged it but she didn't care. She stormed out of the kitchen and out of the house to her home-lab. She needed to calm down. Vegeta was such a jerk!
'I cannot pretend, that we can still be friends
Don't want to be,
Alone tonight'
After spending four hours in the lab and not accomplishing much, Bulma decided that working was out of the question. That stupid Saiyan prince was in her head again, stomping around as usual. She threw done one of her new creations in frustration and stormed out of the lab towards the gravity room. She couldn't deny it anymore, she cared a lot for Vegeta dispite his rudeness and his arrogance.
She wanted to, no, needed to talk to him. She needed to know how he felt towards her if he felt anything at all. She pounded nice and hard on the gravity room door, making sure he heard it. A few seconds later, she heard the machine being turned off followed by a very sweaty, very tired looking Vegeta standing in front of her.
"What woman? I am training. If it isn't important, go away."
'Oh I want to say this right
And it has to be tonight
Just need you to know, oh yeah
I don't want to live this life
I don't want to say goodbye
With you I wanna spend
The rest of my life'
"Vegeta, we need to talk."
"Well, hurry up. I don't have all day."
"Ugh, shut up would you? I'm trying to think here!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes but kept quiet.
"I...I was just wondering if you felt anything towards me at all." Her sentence was rushed out as quickly as she could say it.
Vegeta's scowl fell of his face as one of pure shock replaced it. The scowl returned a millisecond later as the Saiyan prince regained his composure. "Woman, this is nonsense. I do not have time to waste talking about such stupid emotions that I would never feel in a million years."
"Does that mean you feel nothing for me Vegeta?" Bulma's eyes began to brim with tears at his words. They just hurt so much, more than anyone elses words had ever hurt her before.
"That's right. I don't give a damn about you and I never well." He turned his back to her and crossed his arms.
Bulma's tears began to fall silently down her cheek as she stared at Vegeta's back. "Thanks for clearing that up for me. I'll always keep in mind that you will 'never give a damn about me'." Sentence finished, she tore away from the gravity room and into the house, not even bothering to say anything to her parents as she rushed past them on her way to her room.
She couldn't face them, not with so many emotions flowing through her veins and so many tears falling down her cheeks. She slammed her bedroom door shut with so much force that it almost fell off. Without even bothering to change into her pajamas, Bulma threw herself onto her bed, drew up her blankets and cried into her pillow. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her body and she fell into a heart broken sleep.
'What can I do, to make it right
Falling so hard so fast this time
Everything's changed, we never knew
How did I fall
In love
With you...'