Those Three Magical Words
By
RadioactiveSquirl
Disclaimer: Ok, obviously I do not own DBZ or
anything like unto it. I do own the
plot however (what little one there is anyway). So suing me would be like trying to get water from a rock or
vacuuming a dog with a toothpick, so leave me alone. Enjoy this moment of utter joy and complete randomness, and of
course, remember to read and review.
Vegeta quickly walked over and stopped. He looked down embarrassedly and began to
tap his foot impatiently. As he waited,
he thought about this obsession. Almost
from day one he had become obsessed. He
hoped that no one else knew out it. He
had tried to stop himself, but nothing worked.
He'd fallen head over heels.
Today was the day he needed to hear the words, those
three magical words. Vegeta knew that
he couldn't say them himself. He had
practiced and practiced saying them to try and make him feel better, but it
just wasn't the same. If he didn't hear
the words soon, he would probably go insane.
Vegeta tried to turn his thoughts to something else,
and cursed himself for this weakness he had obtained. He began to wring his hands out of impatience. He needed to hear the words.
"Come on, baby," Vegeta whispered. "Tell me the words I want to hear."
Suddenly, he knew that everything was ready. He knew the time had come. He looked up with
hope and pleading shining in his eyes.
He held his breath and waited expectantly. Then, finally, the words came.
"You've got mail!"
