Bitter Reflections
by Lady Lark

I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU!!! I loathe everything you are, everything you stand for. I abhor your stupid ideals and idiotic morals. Your miserable planet nauseates me. I don't understand why you love it. I don't know why you love them.

If I were you, I would irradicate the population and blow this infernal dustball to atoms.

You aren't. You won't.

And I won't either. Because you are a part of me.

The part I hate. The part which makes me soft. The part she loves.

Damn you!

I wish . . . she loved me.

AN: Welcome to Vegeta, or at least my interpretation of him, around the time of the Majin Buu saga. A whole lot of self loathing and a lot of desire for acceptance. And I can see Bulma not loving his angry, darker side, or at least not thinking she does. Just look at her reaction to his blowing the stadium. Of course I would be horrified too. But a lot of this is about perceived reality. Which is a lot more powerful than actual reality.

Initially I wrote this with Goku as the object of hatred, but then Vegeta took over. And this is what you get.

Strangeness on an odd level with a healthy dose of vitriol.