Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by The Shirelles.
I was such a fool. How could I believe we'd last? Why did I think we actually had a chance? Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's what I am. I'm stupid for falling in love with Vegeta.
Bulma took another sip of her vodka. The clear liquid burned her throat as she swallowed. She sat in her living room alone once again. Her parents were away somewhere. Bulma didn't care to ask where or what for. None of it mattered to her. She was only interested in her drink in hand. The alcohol and radio were her only friends.
Was there a better way to nurse a broken heart? If drowning her sorrows with liquor and music wasn't the answer, she was out of luck. Drinking herself into a drunken stupor was alright with her. Numbing the ache in her chest was the goal. The music was a cover for the sound of her crying. Loud, very loud ear piercing music. The volume so high that the bass rattled the windows. The perfect distraction from her thoughts.
That's what she was expecting this night and every night since Vegeta left. Bulma's red, glazed over eyes widened in shock. Someone had changed her station! Instead of heavy metal, there was an oldies channel blasting through her speakers. Songs were playing about love and waiting for a boyfriend to return.
Will you still love me tomorrow? Bulma caught herself before she listened to anymore of the song. It was too late. Memories of her time with Vegeta came flooding to her mind. The tears also went streaming down her face. This night was the worst by far because this was the type of music she was avoiding. Songs that are all about feelings.
Why this song? I knew better than that! That fucking asshole never had feelings for me. I shouldn't have expected anything from him. He just wanted to get laid, and I let myself believe he actually cared about me. Just because we shared a bed didn't mean Vegeta would be there in the morning. Of course, he proved me right. He wouldn't stay with me.
That damn prick only wants to train. His ridiculous obsession of defeating Goku is what drives him. The bastard is selfish. He only cares about Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta. I was nothing more than a pawn to him. He lusted after me, and I mistook it for something it wasn't. He doesn't even like me. The bastard was just horny and wanted to fuck.
I let him have me. I'm in love with him, and I blindly followed my heart. I thought the motherfucker changed. I truly believed that. I was so very wrong. Vegeta acted like he gave a damn about me. I actually felt safe with him, like he'd protect me. Ha! What a twisted joke. He got between my legs one time. I admit it was amazing. Yeah, an amazing one night stand. That's all it was to him. He had his fun for the evening, and that's the end of it.
The song played on as more tears fell. Vodka continued to flow through her body. Bulma's eyes were even more bloodshot than before. For the first time her cries weren't drowned out by the music. All the pain she had been holding back came flooding out. The house was filled with the sounds of a woman's heart shattered by a certain prince who would never love her.
