Disclaimer: I do Not Own DBZ whatsoever, so behave and don't sue me.
Show Me Then, Saiyan Prince!
Bitter had been these past few days without him. I pace alone in my dark, solemn room, my arms folded infront of me. I look out to the window, it's past midnight. It's pitch black, all I could see is the bright lights of stars glistening light years away from me, just like my hope and happiness. Who am I? I'm Bulma Briefs. A tired, heart broken genius. That sums it up roughly. The open window from my room allowed a cold rush of air to seep through me, I shudder. I look out from the opening towards the silent city layed across infront of me. Goku's life was way easier. He was a brave, a strong warrior who had been through hell and back. Yet everytime he'd come back, he at least had a loving wife to return to.That sudden thought of my childhood friend illuminated my mind for a split second. My face dropped sad once more, I sigh.
"He found his one true love, and has a son. I'm older than him, and all I could ever obtain was a half committed boyfriend who cheated on me more than took me out to eat," those words pierced my heart more bitterly than said. " Another night awake Bulma, and yet he doesn't care or acknowledge that you suffer. How pathetic.."
I told myself. I closed the window and walked from it to my midnight companions..somethings I call Vodka and wine. I pulled off the cap of the bottle and drank a long sip.
I was alone.
Ever since that future kid came, and told everyone about the killer androids, I have been alone. They all went off training miles away without bothering to visit once. My only company was my sorried excuse of a boyfriend, my parents and my machines. I would bother including the arrogant Prince of Saiyans himself, but all I got from him was 'Woman! Make Me Food Now!' or 'Woman! Fix those Damn machines! They're useless to me if they can't handle my strength!' We never could fufill a full, decent conversation.
Better being alone than with bad Company they say.
I beg a differ.
Anyone would suite me good company right now..even it being Vegeta himself. Ha. Yes, surely I would expect him to waltz in here, and offer to keep me company. I have a better chance of destroying the androids than that. I took another gulp of that strong, clear liquid. I do wonder to myself though.. Here I am mourning over some guy, and yet that hothead who's probably training his arse off in that chamber continous on with life making nothing of it. I don't mean of me, but of himself. I've noticed he's always alone. I've never heard from any of the guys that he's had a lover anywhere. How does he do it? Maybe Saiyans have stronger endurance against emotions than humans. Then again there is Goku..but then again he wasn't raised in the planet Vegeta or by Frieza..he was raised here. Whatever it was, I would sure like to know how he did it. And off I fell into slumber. The liquour served well to aide me to sleep.
Bottle at hand, and body on the floor, she sleeps solemnly, alone and distressed.
A/N: Gah what?! I know..short chapter --.--;; what can I say? Ermm. sorry!? Well this is just an introduction, you kinda get the feeling how she is right now ..right?!
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GAH! Meanies..well I will update soon! I pwomise. ;;