Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT. Please enjoy this late Valentines Day short story!
I can honestly say I never cared about you or anyone else at first. I was the eight year old prince of Saiyans and heir to the Capsule Corporation. Meanwhile, you were the 6 year old daughter of a midget and, to put it the way my father did back then, "the spawn of scrap metal" that lived with a perverted old martial arts master.
You always told me that my mother and father had spoiled me rotten and that I would wind up being gay with Goten. It was for that reason that I grew to hate you with a burning passion that rivalled my father's desire to surpass Goku so he could call him self number 1.
Then Tapion came and left for a visit from the past. When you saw that I had a true friend that you never came close to having, I could only laugh at the downtrodden look on your pretty little face.
When the person I am in an alternate future came to visit, it had an effect on both of us. You finally excepted that I wasn't just a spoiled rotten brat, while I finally realized that I shouldn't take things for granted as I had done my whole life.
That day you came up to me and asked me to train you, I still didn't care. I only trained you because I thought it would be a chance to win some respect from a girl that wasn't one of Goten's ex-girlfriends or my secretary.
When my father caught wind of me training you without his knowledge, he laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. He said that only a Saiyan destined to be as strong as an elite, no matter their rank, went behind the backs of others with a potential mate. I was unsure after that, but I kept convincing myself I still didn't care.
As the days went on and the training sessions grew harder, you finally stopped being such an annoying pest. You started to look like a true rival in my eyes, but I kept telling myself that I did not care!
Then, you finally started treating me as a friend and a teacher. Normally, I would have told my self I didn't care about you, but instead asked myself a question. That question was "Did I FINALLY care?"
Then my father started training both of us so I could protect the Earth when he was gone and I could keep training you. I was happy I had an outside excuse to see you everyday, but then I asked myself another question. "SHOULD I care?"
But what happened next hit both of us... hard. The death of my mother and your father. Your uncle Seventeen was the one to calm down your mother at the same time my sister kept father sane and we comforted each other. I told my self that day that I HAD to care.
Once the pain of mourning had passed, we went back to training with my father. With you no longer wearing your pain on your sleeve, I told myself over and over that I didn't need to care anymore.
But something wouldn't let me stop. I realized I had grown to love and care for you as time went on, so I instead asked myself a new question that I never could find the answer for. "WHY did I care?"
Even now as we lie in bed together, I still don't know the answer to that. But frankly, I don't care about knowing the answers anymore. All that matters is that now you are mine and I am yours. I may not know WHY it is I care, but all that matters is that I DO care.
Not my favorite pairing in the whole word, but I still think it's cool. See ya around!