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"Talking"
'Thought'
Lyrics
Maybe It's You
It Might Be You
Time...
I've been passing time watching trains go by,
All of my life...
Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly
Wishing there would be
Someone waiting home for me...
'Stop thinking about her!!' Vegeta's mind yelled. He was in the GR room training. He began to punch and kick the air in anger, he needed to get his mind off of her. What was it about her that made him think about her? Was it those long shapely legs? Her smooth skin, that just begged to be caressed? Her aqua blue hair, that was aching to be touched? Her lavender sent? Her round supple...'ENOUGH!!!' his mind cried out.
He really needed to stop thinking about her "Blasted heat making me think this way" was it really the heat or was it...? NO, it could never be that, it was the heat, nothing else, just the heat. He kept telling himself that it was just the heat. He would stay in here until the whole ordeal was over, he would never step foot into that house until it was over.
"FUCK!!" the GR fucking broke. He didn't want to go to her right now, since he was in heat. He wouldn't act like himself, he'd act nice. Nice. The Saiyan Prince nice. Never. So he'd stay away from her. So how'd he get the fucking machine fixed.
'I'll ask her father. Where is he?' he exited the GR and started walking around the whole household, looking for the bastard. Where the hell could he be? He searched everywhere, he was no were to be found.
Then he smelt it, that lavender sent, making him purr unconsciously. 'Fuck! Need to leave! Need to get away!' His mind screamed. He turned around to go away but there she was right in front of him. What she was wearing wasn't helping him either. A tight black leather mini-skirt, a tight blue tank top, that showed the curves just to his liking. Her aqua blue hair was dun up in a messy bun. He felt like ripping all of her clothes off and taking her right there and then, but he fought off that urge. He did still have his pride, he would never force himself onto a woman who didn't want him.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here?" she yelled at him, putting her hands on her hips.
He gulped. He knew anything that came out of his mouth would come out nicely. He hated being in heat. Being nice wasn't his forte. He let out a deep breath. "The GR is broken, fix it." he didn't demand she fix it, he didn't yell it, he just said it in a soft low tone. Not wanting to be there any longer, he walked away. Letting her ponder on why he was nice.
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you...
All of my life...
Looking back as lovers go walking past...
All of my life...
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place
Would I recognize the face?
He was pacing in his bedroom, the fucking GR wasn't fixed yet. He needed to let something out and the first option wasn't an option. Blasted women! Blasted machine for breaking on me! He grunted. He really loathed being in heat.
He heard the door to his room start to open and his Saiyan nose picked up the sent of lavender. It was the woman. For Kami's sake she better have the GR fixed.
"Well?" he tried to make that come out in a rough, mean, but it didn't.
"It's fixed..." he didn't let her finish, he flew out of the room, most likely, he looked like a blur to her. He needed to get out of there a.s.a.p. being there any longer, he might've done something he or she didn't want.
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you...
All of my life...
One week and the heat would be over. Only one week. He just needed to avoid her for one week. He could do that. If the GR broke, he'd go to her father. If he needed food, he'd go to her mother. Good plan. Then when it's all over, he'll go back to his old Saiyan self. Just one week, he could make it, one week.
He heard a knock on the door. He grunted. Who would dare interrupt his training? He turned off the machine and unlocked the door, before he even saw who it was, he knew who it was, he smelt her sent, her damn lavender sent.
"What is it woman?" he asked nicely, in a soft tone, which thru Bulma for a loop, he was nice.
"Vegeta, I'm going to work, you have the place to yourself. So if the GR breaks, no one will be here to fix it"
"Yeah, fine, leave" he tried to make all that cruel and hurtful and tried to make it sound like he was mad but it all came out nice, again.
So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to wake
And we've so much love to make
I think we're gonna need some time
Maybe all we need is time...
And it's telling me it might be you
All of my life...
I've been saving love songs and lullabies
And there's so much more
No one's ever heard before...
Everyone was home, except the woman. Most likely with that human weakling of hers. He growled inwardly. She could have a Saiyan Prince but she rather have that weakling human. He was stronger, better looking, everything. 'Stop this!' he yelled mentally. He didn't like the way he was thinking, just one more week, one week.
It was late, he was getting tired. He needed sleep if he wanted to get up early and avoid everyone especially that woman. He exited the GR room and entered the household. He walked upstairs but stopped short of Bulma's room, he saw her crying. Seeing her like that made him feel pain, anger, hurt all over. He could feel her pain, he felt everything she did. But why?
No! It couldn't be that. There's no way. They weren't even the same species. No way they could be. The Saiyan Prince does not...He will not be...How is that possible? He can't be. He looked at her and there was a pain in his heart. It was confirming.
He was bonded.
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, something's telling me it must be you
And I'm feeling it'll just be you
All of my life...(3x's)
Maybe it's you...
Maybe it's you...
I've been waiting for all of my life
"Talking"
'Thought'
Lyrics
Maybe It's You
It Might Be You
Time...
I've been passing time watching trains go by,
All of my life...
Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly
Wishing there would be
Someone waiting home for me...
'Stop thinking about her!!' Vegeta's mind yelled. He was in the GR room training. He began to punch and kick the air in anger, he needed to get his mind off of her. What was it about her that made him think about her? Was it those long shapely legs? Her smooth skin, that just begged to be caressed? Her aqua blue hair, that was aching to be touched? Her lavender sent? Her round supple...'ENOUGH!!!' his mind cried out.
He really needed to stop thinking about her "Blasted heat making me think this way" was it really the heat or was it...? NO, it could never be that, it was the heat, nothing else, just the heat. He kept telling himself that it was just the heat. He would stay in here until the whole ordeal was over, he would never step foot into that house until it was over.
"FUCK!!" the GR fucking broke. He didn't want to go to her right now, since he was in heat. He wouldn't act like himself, he'd act nice. Nice. The Saiyan Prince nice. Never. So he'd stay away from her. So how'd he get the fucking machine fixed.
'I'll ask her father. Where is he?' he exited the GR and started walking around the whole household, looking for the bastard. Where the hell could he be? He searched everywhere, he was no were to be found.
Then he smelt it, that lavender sent, making him purr unconsciously. 'Fuck! Need to leave! Need to get away!' His mind screamed. He turned around to go away but there she was right in front of him. What she was wearing wasn't helping him either. A tight black leather mini-skirt, a tight blue tank top, that showed the curves just to his liking. Her aqua blue hair was dun up in a messy bun. He felt like ripping all of her clothes off and taking her right there and then, but he fought off that urge. He did still have his pride, he would never force himself onto a woman who didn't want him.
"Vegeta! What are you doing here?" she yelled at him, putting her hands on her hips.
He gulped. He knew anything that came out of his mouth would come out nicely. He hated being in heat. Being nice wasn't his forte. He let out a deep breath. "The GR is broken, fix it." he didn't demand she fix it, he didn't yell it, he just said it in a soft low tone. Not wanting to be there any longer, he walked away. Letting her ponder on why he was nice.
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you...
All of my life...
Looking back as lovers go walking past...
All of my life...
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place
Would I recognize the face?
He was pacing in his bedroom, the fucking GR wasn't fixed yet. He needed to let something out and the first option wasn't an option. Blasted women! Blasted machine for breaking on me! He grunted. He really loathed being in heat.
He heard the door to his room start to open and his Saiyan nose picked up the sent of lavender. It was the woman. For Kami's sake she better have the GR fixed.
"Well?" he tried to make that come out in a rough, mean, but it didn't.
"It's fixed..." he didn't let her finish, he flew out of the room, most likely, he looked like a blur to her. He needed to get out of there a.s.a.p. being there any longer, he might've done something he or she didn't want.
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you...
All of my life...
One week and the heat would be over. Only one week. He just needed to avoid her for one week. He could do that. If the GR broke, he'd go to her father. If he needed food, he'd go to her mother. Good plan. Then when it's all over, he'll go back to his old Saiyan self. Just one week, he could make it, one week.
He heard a knock on the door. He grunted. Who would dare interrupt his training? He turned off the machine and unlocked the door, before he even saw who it was, he knew who it was, he smelt her sent, her damn lavender sent.
"What is it woman?" he asked nicely, in a soft tone, which thru Bulma for a loop, he was nice.
"Vegeta, I'm going to work, you have the place to yourself. So if the GR breaks, no one will be here to fix it"
"Yeah, fine, leave" he tried to make all that cruel and hurtful and tried to make it sound like he was mad but it all came out nice, again.
So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to wake
And we've so much love to make
I think we're gonna need some time
Maybe all we need is time...
And it's telling me it might be you
All of my life...
I've been saving love songs and lullabies
And there's so much more
No one's ever heard before...
Everyone was home, except the woman. Most likely with that human weakling of hers. He growled inwardly. She could have a Saiyan Prince but she rather have that weakling human. He was stronger, better looking, everything. 'Stop this!' he yelled mentally. He didn't like the way he was thinking, just one more week, one week.
It was late, he was getting tired. He needed sleep if he wanted to get up early and avoid everyone especially that woman. He exited the GR room and entered the household. He walked upstairs but stopped short of Bulma's room, he saw her crying. Seeing her like that made him feel pain, anger, hurt all over. He could feel her pain, he felt everything she did. But why?
No! It couldn't be that. There's no way. They weren't even the same species. No way they could be. The Saiyan Prince does not...He will not be...How is that possible? He can't be. He looked at her and there was a pain in his heart. It was confirming.
He was bonded.
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, something's telling me it must be you
And I'm feeling it'll just be you
All of my life...(3x's)
Maybe it's you...
Maybe it's you...
I've been waiting for all of my life