A/N So this is my third Bulma/Vegeta fic but my first songfic. What can I say, I have the most ideas about them. Ciao!

Why did they always end up yelling at each other? Granted, it had been fun when it had first started but now it go to the point where she just gave up. It seemed that he had really hurt her this time. Why was this radio on?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses

She had just been trying to help him with the wounds he had received from training...

You've been out riding fences, for so long now

Nobody had ever treated him like this before, like a person.

Oh you're a hard one

I know that you've got your reasons

These things that are pleasing you

Can hurt you somehow

He had always been taught to take everything with a grain of salt. He thrived on pain. His pain, somebody else's pain, a whole planet's pain, but this...

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy

She'll beat you if she's able

You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

She cared for him, he could see it in her eyes. Anybody else would have just let him be. Let him bleed to death. Not care if he was alive or dead. But her...

Now it seems to me some fine things

Have been layed upon your table

But you only want the ones that you can't get

Deep down, I know I want her. To love her. But I don't deserve her. No...she doesn't deserve me. I don't deserve anything so fine.

Desperado, oh you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger, they're driving you home

And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walking through this world all alone

He was tired. Tired of always training to reach an unattainble goal. Tired of being scared. Tired of life. True, he really had no reasons to be tired because he was finally free. Free from Frieza. Free from everybody. But he felt that he was alone, would always be alone.

Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime?

The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine

It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day

You're losing all your highs and lows

Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

His whole life had been dark and miserable. The constant torture. Murder. Agony. Yet, it was all he knew. Fighting, torturing, murdering. How could he be expected to just change; these feelings had never been allowed before.

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

Come down from your fences, open the gate

It may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you

You better let somebody love you, before it's too late.

But for some strange reason this felt right. He knew this was right. His old life was behind him; time to start anew, He found himself walking towards Bulma's room. He knocked, and prayed to God that it wasn't too late.