Tele-Romeo
Wie heb ik aan de lijn, hallo, hallo?
Waar ben je dan, waarom verlang ik zo?
Om dicht bij jou te zijn, hallo, hallo?
Mijn Tele-Romeo
This had been the absolute last straw!! Yamcha had cheated on her before, but this time he's gone too far!! No matter how many times he said he was sorry, he'd do it again and again, until she would practically die from the amount of heartbreak he gave her. But this was it! No more lies!!
"We're through Yamcha!! And that's final!!" Bulma shouted at her now ex-boyfriend.
"Baby, please, I'm sorry! Please give me another chance! Please? Just one more?" Yamcha pleaded.
"NO!! NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL SECURITY!!!" Bulma shouted.
Yamcha ran away from Capsule Corporation, and as soon as he left, she burst out into tears. Walking into her house, she sat there, sobbing her heart out, mourning over her final heartbreak, and instantly, she felt completely alone.
A storm began to roll in, and a figure stood there, who had been watching Bulma and Yamcha fight, and now began strolling down the park, until he reached what he had been looking for; a phone booth.
Bulma lay sprawled over the couch, crying softly, and she was glad her parents were out, she didn't have the energy to talk to them right now.
*Ring-Ring*
Bulma looked up, confused, the phone was ringing, but who would call her at… she glanced at the clock… eleven 'o clock? 'Probably that jerk, trying to apologize! Well, this time I'm not taking him back! I'll show him what Bulma Briefs can do!!' She picked up the phone after the fourth ring.
"Bulma Briefs here."
"Good evening Ms. Briefs," a husky male voice said, and Bulma's mind went wild!
It wasn't Yamcha, and somehow, she knew, that, whoever she was now talking to, could be trusted completely. She felt like this guy could be her ideal man, and there was no one who could help her…
Liefde op het eerste gehoor
Alle stoppen slaan plots door
Niemand die mij helpen kan
Daar ben je plots, mijn ideale man
"I saw what happened between you and your boyfriend just a second ago, and I think you made the right decision to dump him."
"I did?" Bulma asked, confused.
"Yes, you see, I've seen him a coffee parlor, more than once, and each time there was a different girl on his lap. Believe me when I say this, you did the right thing."
"I-I-Thank you…"
Bulma felt like she was in heaven, she didn't want him to hang up the phone and say: "Sorry, I had the wrong number." Ever.
"Sorry for asking, but… who are you?" she asked, wanting to know his name.
"Vegeta," the man answered after a small silence that had come over them.
Vegeta… Even his name sounded yummy. Thunder began to roar outside, yet she didn't seem to notice. All she wanted to hear, was his sweet voice. She now knew for sure, he was the one she had been looking for all this time.
Leg die hoorn nu niet meer neer
Zeg niet "'t nummer is verkeerd."
Want ik hoor je lieve stem
En weet dat jij het bent
Wie heb ik aan de lijn, hallo, hallo?
Waar ben je dan, waarom verlang ik zo?
Om dicht bij jou te zijn, hallo, hallo?
Mijn Tele-Romeo
After that night, Vegeta began to call quite frequently, always at the same time. He never let her down when she needed help, he was always there. Bulma would always be waiting for him, and soon, she had forgotten all about Yamcha.
Bulma and Vegeta would talk about all sort of stuff. From their looks and good points, to their friends and love-life. And tonight was no exception.
"Vegeta, I have a feeling nobody loves me anymore," she sobbed quietly.
"Bulma, you know that's not true, you just haven't found the right person yet, but don't worry Hun, you will, someday," he whispered softly, and she felt her cheeks burning up.
Somehow, he managed to turn her on, by just talking to her! Now she knew it! She knew little to nothing of him, but one thing she did know.
"Vegeta?" she asked.
"Yes?"
She blushed again, and said: "I… I think I already have…"
Fluister zachtjes in m'n oor
"Liefste schat, we gaan ervoor"
Ook al weet ik niks van jou
´k Denk dat ik van je hou
Wie heb ik aan de lijn, hallo, hallo?
Waar ben je dan, waarom verlang ik zo?
Om dicht bij jou te zijn, hallo, hallo?
Mijn Tele-Romeo
Wie heb ik aan de lijn, hallo, hallo?
Waar ben je dan, waarom verlang ik zo?
Om dicht bij jou te zijn, hallo, hallo?
Mijn Tele-Romeo
There was a long silence, and Bulma thought he'd hung up on her, until she heard him whisper: "You and me both Hun."
She thought she was going to die!!! This was too good to be true!! But still, she wanted to meet him!!
"Vegeta, could I have your address and phone number? Please?" she asked sweetly.
"I don't see why not," Vegeta shrugged.
She hurriedly grabbed a pencil and paper, and held the pencil ready to write. But just as he was about to give her his address, Kami decided to play dirty! Thunder crashed through the clouds, and all of the lights in the house shut off, as did the phone!
The horn slipped from her hand, and tears crawled down her cheeks. She was alone again, full of questions and pain.
Voor je mij je nummer zei
Was het plots voorgoed voorbij
Een bliksemschicht verbrak de lijn
Ik was alleen, vol vragen en vol pijn
A week later, the power was back on, and Bulma waited for the phone to ring again, but it never did. 'The power's probably not on yet where he lives, or else he would've called.'
A month went by, and still nothing from Vegeta. She was beginning to worry about him.
Grabbing the phone book, she began to flip to the 'V' hoping to see Vegeta's name under it, unfortunately, she didn't, so she resorted to her last hope. Turning on her computer, she began to search for the name 'Vegeta' on the internet.
Als het moet ga ik op zoek
Draai elk nummer uit dat boek
"Found him!!!" Bulma nearly shouted when she finally located him, somewhere on the outskirts of town.
Picking up her purse, she went to the place where he had to live using her car for transportation. But when she arrived, the place was being rebuild. There was a huge hole in one of the sides of the house, and a huge hole in the ground, where there must've been a tree once. The inside was in no better shape, things were burned, and Bulma instantly knew what had happened.
The tree must've been hit with a lightning bolt, after which it had fallen the house. Vegeta must've somehow gotten trapped and maybe even killed. This hurt her heart, but she decided not to give up so easily.
She raced towards the nearest hospital, crossing her fingers in hopes she'd find him there.
Bulma arrived there within 15 minutes, and walked inside as casually as possible. Behind a desk, sat a young brunette, typing something on the computer, as Bulma walked up to her.
The girl looked up and asked: "Can I help you Miss?"
"Maybe, I'm looking for someone named Vegeta, do you know where I could find him?" Bulma asked, feeling incredibly scared that he wasn't here. That he was already dead and buried.
The nurse checked it up on the computer, and after a while, looked up at Bulma.
"Room 402 Miss," she said, and Bulma let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
After a short while, Bulma was standing in front of door 402, and she hoped he wasn't too badly injured. Upon entering the room, she noticed that Vegeta looked exactly like he had described himself. Black hair that flew up in a flame, and a godly body. She looked sadly at him. Bulma could easily detect several burn wounds that had been bandaged.
An oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose, and there were several wires attached to him to keep a check on his heart and breathing.
Bulma grabbed a chair, placed it beside his bed, and held onto his right hand. She was surprised by the feel of his skin, and she slowly placed his hand on her cheek, and rubbed slightly against the palm of his hand, closing her eyes with a small smile on her face.
Bulma didn't leave Vegeta that night, she slept with her head on his chest, fresh tears staining both her cheeks and his chest. She wanted to see him awake, hear him call her 'Hun' again, or just hear him talk to her about things no one needed.
When a nurse walked in that morning, both Vegeta and Bulma……… had passed away.
Op een dag ben jij het echt
En hoor ik hoe je zegt:
They were buried not too long after, and were given graves next to each other. Only the strange part about it was, that a mysterious rose bush with sharp thorns grew from the grave of Vegeta, and grew toward Bulma's grave and grew roots there. And no matter how hard you tried, every time you'd cut them away, they would always be back, even if the roots were removed. The roses of this bush were always sparkling blue, and bloomed throughout all the year, even during fall and winter. And if you would listen very carefully, you could hear a song being sung;
C'est qui a l'appareil, allo, allo
Je n'etend rien que ta voix, est-tu si beau
J'suis amoureuse de toi, allo, allo
Mon Tele-Romeo
C'est qui a l'appareil, allo, allo
Je n'etend rien que ta voix, est-tu si beau
J'suis amoureuse de toi, allo, allo
Mon Tele-Romeo
Wie heb ik aan de lijn, hallo, hallo?
Waar ben je dan, waarom verlang ik zo?
Om dicht bij jou te zijn, hallo, hallo?
Mijn Tele-Romeo
The End