It was my duty as the Prince of Saiyans to become a Super Saiyan. No matter what it took.
There was so much I didn't understand. Why is it that Kakarot was able to become one but not me? I had everything that he had. I had years of hard training. I had pure Saiyan blood. I had strength. I had power. What was it, then, that I needed? Perhaps it was far out of the category that I had my assumption...but I just didn't know.
And that kid. How old was he, seventeen? Eighteen? Just a boy, and yet he weilded the power that I wanted my whole life. That everybody thought I deserved my whole life. But where was it? I don't understand how he could even be Saiyan...he wasn't black haired...
...But he sure looked like me in every way besides that. There's something Kakarot and the Namek are hiding from me, I just feel it. And my innermost will jolts at the thought of finding out what exactly it is...
From my bad dream I awake.
Startled, I look around. It was remarkable I was able to survive that explosion, he said. But that wasn't enough for me. That wasn't pleasing enough for me.
Next to me, sleeping, is that same woman. The same woman who made me wear that hideous pink outfit. The same woman whose planet I tried to destroy. The same woman whose people I tried to exterminate. The same woman who was there to help me when I nearly killed myself. The same woman who was here right now, making sure I was okay when nobody else did...
Why?
What about me did she like so? I tried to kill everybody she knew and loved. Clearly there was nothing about me for these earthlings to love. I wasn't even pleasant to talk to or physically attractive. So why exactly was she so kind to me? She bitched and whined to everyone else about everything. But me...she treated me different.
And suddenly, I want to know her more than I want to know about why I'm not a Super Saiyan. I want to know why is it her kindness to me is touching me so. I don't remember ever being touched by anything ever before. But this feeling...I don't know what to make of it.
It's not like the pissy feeling like I always feel. It's not like that anticipation to fight and become more powerful that I always feel. It's not that thinking, cunning state of mind. Suddenly I realize these are the only feelings I've ever felt in my life. This is new to me.
And it feels wonderful.
I take my pillow, and I place it under the woman's head. In my mind I whisper, 'Good night...Bulma.'
I like this couple a little, though I really do enjoy GokuxVegeta and BulmaxYamcha more. But I thought this would be cute, so I wrote it. Let's put all our tastes in couples aside and just enjoy the writing! Please favorite and review! Thank you! :)
