Vegeta's Point of View:
Bulma, don't do this to me, I know that you love me still, but I'm not able to love you back. Yes, I still love you, but I'm forbidden. For I am a proud, and powerful saiyan prince.
I woke up this morning for the first time, in hell. After sacrificing my life for you, our son, Goku, and the world, I'm still here. Every nightmare has come true.
I then realized, I couldn't be with you. I knew that you were holding me back, and me, being who I am, can't allow that.
When the gang revives me with the Dragon Balls, I won't be with you. I won't kiss you. You'll find someone else. How do I know this? You're amazing, you're gourgeous, and you have so much love to offer.
I'll never forget our last kiss. Long and full of burning passion.
I could be the one right now, laying beside you with my arms wrapped around you, and our tounges battling each other, but no. I died for you. And truthfully.it wasn't worth it.
Good Bye.
Bulma's Point of View:
I rolled over in bed, gasping for air. Yamcha was a god, but still nothing more than a friend. Yes, the sex was absolutely amazing, but it wasn't special. I didn't love Yamcha. He was in no way more of a friend than Chi- Chi.
His hands were running down my body. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and watched it fall to the white sheet. I couldn't help it any longer. I grabbed his hand. "Vegeta use to do that."
I've tried over and over to love Yamcha, but there was only sex. And truthfully, that was it. Yamcha only made her smile or cry. Whereas, Vegeta just made her weak in the knees or she felt her heart absolutely stop.
The sweet nothing were sweet nothing doing's with Yamcha. I can't go on like this!
I turned away from him and closed my eyes, letting the tears fall onto my pillow. Long before I expected it, I was asleep.
"Vegeta."I called out softly in my sleep.
Yamcha's Point Of View:
I saw her lips move and her voice searching for the touch that wouldn't come from me. She doesn't need to hide it from me. I know anyway. I'm not stupid. I know that she could never love me half as much as she loved Vegeta.
I sighed softly and covered with the blanket. I got up and pulled my bathrobe on, going downstairs, seeking solace.
I walked to the sliding glass door and simply stood there, letting the moonlight come into my eyes. I leaned my head against the cool and damp window. I just stood thinking..
I know I can say goodbye as easily as the next, but this is different. I really want her to be happy, but I can't make her be that with me.
I'm so caught up in my own selfish desires.I want her to have the best life, even if it doesn't include me. Why? Because I love her.
But I always want her by my side. I'm dying inside to be selfish even though I know I shouldn't. Why? Because I love her.
I know I should let her go. But the question is, can I?
After an hour of standing in front of the window, steam was forming around the area where my forehead had been. I had decided what to do.
I went upstairs and pulled on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that I found strewn on the floor from earlier in the evening. I looked over to her sleeping so peacefully and I couldn't help but wonder what she was dreaming about.
I leaned down and kissed her.
"I'll love you forever," I said brushing her hair out of her face.
Bulma, don't do this to me, I know that you love me still, but I'm not able to love you back. Yes, I still love you, but I'm forbidden. For I am a proud, and powerful saiyan prince.
I woke up this morning for the first time, in hell. After sacrificing my life for you, our son, Goku, and the world, I'm still here. Every nightmare has come true.
I then realized, I couldn't be with you. I knew that you were holding me back, and me, being who I am, can't allow that.
When the gang revives me with the Dragon Balls, I won't be with you. I won't kiss you. You'll find someone else. How do I know this? You're amazing, you're gourgeous, and you have so much love to offer.
I'll never forget our last kiss. Long and full of burning passion.
I could be the one right now, laying beside you with my arms wrapped around you, and our tounges battling each other, but no. I died for you. And truthfully.it wasn't worth it.
Good Bye.
Bulma's Point of View:
I rolled over in bed, gasping for air. Yamcha was a god, but still nothing more than a friend. Yes, the sex was absolutely amazing, but it wasn't special. I didn't love Yamcha. He was in no way more of a friend than Chi- Chi.
His hands were running down my body. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and watched it fall to the white sheet. I couldn't help it any longer. I grabbed his hand. "Vegeta use to do that."
I've tried over and over to love Yamcha, but there was only sex. And truthfully, that was it. Yamcha only made her smile or cry. Whereas, Vegeta just made her weak in the knees or she felt her heart absolutely stop.
The sweet nothing were sweet nothing doing's with Yamcha. I can't go on like this!
I turned away from him and closed my eyes, letting the tears fall onto my pillow. Long before I expected it, I was asleep.
"Vegeta."I called out softly in my sleep.
Yamcha's Point Of View:
I saw her lips move and her voice searching for the touch that wouldn't come from me. She doesn't need to hide it from me. I know anyway. I'm not stupid. I know that she could never love me half as much as she loved Vegeta.
I sighed softly and covered with the blanket. I got up and pulled my bathrobe on, going downstairs, seeking solace.
I walked to the sliding glass door and simply stood there, letting the moonlight come into my eyes. I leaned my head against the cool and damp window. I just stood thinking..
I know I can say goodbye as easily as the next, but this is different. I really want her to be happy, but I can't make her be that with me.
I'm so caught up in my own selfish desires.I want her to have the best life, even if it doesn't include me. Why? Because I love her.
But I always want her by my side. I'm dying inside to be selfish even though I know I shouldn't. Why? Because I love her.
I know I should let her go. But the question is, can I?
After an hour of standing in front of the window, steam was forming around the area where my forehead had been. I had decided what to do.
I went upstairs and pulled on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that I found strewn on the floor from earlier in the evening. I looked over to her sleeping so peacefully and I couldn't help but wonder what she was dreaming about.
I leaned down and kissed her.
"I'll love you forever," I said brushing her hair out of her face.
