Emotional
It's either black or white, that's right
We're makin' love or in a fight
Sometimes you make me so blue
But then it feels so good, I knew it would
You know the way to make me crazy
I want to give it to you
Bulma couldn't help but smile today. Of all the oddities and things that could happen, last night was just too much. How did it happen, anyway? This peculiar question probed her mind all day. Yes, he's handsome... but this... all I did was glance at him and next thing I know we were on my room.
Bulma hurried into the kitchen.
Vegeta was there.
Bulma felt her heart stop. Calm down! But Bulma knew more than that. Now that it had happened, it wasn't going to be so easy mantaining control. Besides, when you're around a man like Vegeta, you can't be too emotional. Bulma opened the fridge. She gave him a quick glance. He was eating, looked at her in the eyes indifferently for a moment and continued eating, as if nothing had happened. She could feel his eyes staring at her intensely, though. How can he pretend nothing happened? Who does he think he is?! So Bulma pretended nothing had happened either. She searched the fridge. Nothing.Well, something I could go for.
- "Can't you for one eat modereatly for once?!?"
- "Does it bother you?"
- "As a matter of fact, it does!!!"
- "Too bad."
Bulma gave him a look that could kill. "Too bad?!?" "Do you really want to know what went bad?! You're brain! Maybe it's rotten!!!"
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk. One of the things he enjoyed was her attitude. The girl's tough stuff. It amused him how she didn't care if he could blast her head off, as long as she made herself clear, or point out some stupidity. Vegeta looked at her.
You make me feel so emotional
I can't let go I'm so emotional.
I'm sinking fast into an ocean full of you
I'm so emotional.
- "At least I have a brain"
Bulma felt she could explode.
"You know Vegeta, I hate you!!! I really do."
Vegeta glanced at her. Funny, you didn't hate me last night.
" Good. Now you know the feeling is mutual."
You take me high and low, you know
I'm never sure which way you're gonna go
You're such a mystery to me
Bulma took a deep sigh. How could she fall in love with such a man? He was cold and cruel and ruthless and self-centered and... so many things, and yet, she loved him each day more and more. Or was it really love? Sometimes she loved him; sometimes she hated him. Maybe she was looking for love in the wrong places. Or maybe this was her destiny. No; she is in love with him... Now she realized the real question that probed her mind: Did he love her ? Sometimes it was obvious, sometimes, it seemed impossible.He was so.... how can it be called?.... emotionless? Not really... Cold...Yet, she knew... it was him...
Vegeta sat there, quiet. Everytime he saw her, he felt something.... different.... unusual.... What was it? He wanted to tell her how he felt, but something in him didn't let him tell her. Why? Because of his damn pride?
But baby hot or cold, you got a hold
Of my imagination
I think you know what I mean...
For a moment, they just looked at each other. The look in his eyes told Bulma exactly what he wanted to tell her. Bulma smiled. Vegeta saw in her eyes something... maybe she understood what he was trying to say... Vegeta flashed Bulma what was closest to a smile; a smirk.
*No need for words, he loves me, allright.*
*I can't believe... you actually love me... Woman, no powers in this world can make me feel happiness the way you do... Looks like I don't have to tell you after all.*
Rain is falling down on me
Suddenly the sun comes out
Sometimes north or south of love
But never out