The Difference Between Love and Lust
*note* I dont own the rights to Dragon Ball Z Id dint chreate the characters from the show. However Love and Lust are my own creation. I am makeing no money off this story so please dont sue me. Thank you. :
Bulma stumbled into her darkened room not even trying to make her eyes adjust to the sudden absence of light. Weakly closing the door she stood for a moment basking in the utter silence of the empty chamber for a moment fighting the painful tightening in her chest. With a heart wrenching sob she collapsed to her knees as. hot savage tears flowed unchecked down her face. "Why?" she whimpered to the darkness around her. But of course there was no answer.
She struggled to keep the memories of the evening at bay but they where relentless forcing her to remember. It was suppose to be a special evening. Or so Yamcha had said. He was making up for the time that he was suppose to be making up for the night he stood her up on their anniversary. She had worn the fabulous new dress she had bought just for tonight. She looked down at the soft lavender fabric that draped delicately over her body. The skirt flowing down over her legs to cascade in a small silken pool around her on the floor. One of the slim spaghetti straps had slipped down from her smooth shoulder to hang lovely over her arm.
Everything had been going great. Yamcha had been a little late but only a half hour. At least he was nicely dressed and even brought her roses. He had been sweet going so far as to hold the car door open and take her hand to help her get in and out. They had gone to one of her favorite restaurants and Yamcha had even gotten the band to play a song for her. It had all been so wonderful. Until Bulma had gone into the bathroom to fix her makeup. She remembered now painfully how elated she had been humming the tune the band had played softly to herself as she made sure every hair was in place. She giggled happily to herself looking into the reflection of her sparkling blue eyes seeing the joy in them. Maybe tonight would be the night she smiled carefully removing the silver ring that adorned her left ring finger just in case.
But when she came out of the bathroom Yamcha was gone. She sat and waited at their table for what seemed like forever but he never returned. Finally in annoyance she had dropped enough money on the table to cover her half of the dinner and stormed out of the restaurant And there out in the night her world suddenly shattered all about her. There was the missing Yamcha his arms wrapped around a slim redhead one of his hands resting on her well rounded rear. Their mouths where locked in an open-lipped kiss. She watched with and ever sickening heart as his hands played over the woman's back and soft moans came from the entangled couple.
All those fights.. All those arguments she had screamed and yelled and cried but now faced with this she only sobbed softly to herself and turned and walked away. She didn't even relies she was crying until a cold wind brushed over her face and the wet tears on her checks became icy cold. She wandered the streets so lost in though that she didn't even notice where she was going until she was standing on her front porch. She stood there a moment taking a few clamming breaths trying to get controls of her emotions. She angrily whipped the tears from her face she couldn't let Him see her cry.
Yes Him.. He would be there waiting she was sure to mock her about her weakling boyfriend the moment she walked in the door. He always seemed to know when she arrived alone from a date those black mocking eyes glowing with enjoyment as he rubbed bitter salt into any wounds Yamcha may have made during a night. But when they arrived together the arrogant Sayjin prince was amazingly no where to be found. Never around to witness that she and Yamcha did have happy moments together.
She had opened the door slowly peeking in. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw no sign of the arrogant and very annoying Sayjin prince. Slipping in she made her ways as quickly and silently as she could towards the stairs leading up to her room.
"That weakling got rid of you already?" Bulma froze one foot on the first step as the cruel deep voice seemed to lash savagely over her. She turned slowly to face him as he stepped out from the shadows where he had been laying in wait for his prey. A cold smirk played about his lips as his savage black eyes glared at her with contempt as his gaze racked over her body mockingly. "But then with how disgustingly ugly you are who could blame him."
Bulma felt all the agony of the night well up in her as she stood facing him. How many times had he throw such insults at her till she lashed back at him in rage. He seemed to enjoy making her angry as if the only time he could enjoy any other beings company was during combat of one form or another. But on this night it was a broken woman who faced the proud prince. She didn't have the will or the spirt to fight him tonight. Silently she turned away from him and climbed the darkened stairs.
Bulma shivered in the dark room for once glade to be alone. "Damn you Yamcha, and damn you Vegita. Damn you for being so cruel." She whimpered softly as she curled up on the floor her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if her tight embrace could hold together her breaking heart.
It was over. She had expected a pain worse then those she had felt all those nights she had cried herself to sleep after a fight with Yamcha. The pain she could have excepted. But it was not there. Instead there was only a cold dull ache and a feeling of total emptiness. Silent tears side down her face as her eyes wept for the love she no longer felt. She had nothing left to hold onto. Nothing left to feel. It was over.
Love stood silently next to her sister her eye never leaving the shuddering form of the woman before them. Her eyes soft with a strange emotion that no being could even begin to understand. Her silent vagile was disturbed by the loud honk of Lust blowing her nose into a tear drenched tissue. "It's so sad!"she wailed as she dabbed at her eyes trying to save her face from and running mascara.
Love nodded sagely. "You finally get to see one of the other effects of your handy work. You have always been to wrapped up in the passion of those you burn that you have never see the effects it has on others."
"Isn't there anything you can do!"
Love sighed and moved across the dark room to kneel beside the huddled figure. Reaching down she gently brushed the blue locks away from the tear stained face. The woman stared threw her blind to the prescience of the Goddesses. A shadow of a smile touched Love's lips as she brought a finger up to them.
"Shhhh." she shushed the woman a her hand extending away form her lips to touch the woman's brow trailing a rain of small golden lights that fell like small raining stares onto her face.
Her sad blue eyes closed slowly as Bulma feel into a deep peaceful sleep.
Gracefully Love stood her head turning to look in the direction of the door. As if on cue it slowly swung open and a dark figure steep threw. He stood in the doorway for a moment as if unsure what to do. Loves eyes took on a soft glow and his feet moved as he was compelled forward. He moved to crouch at the sleeping woman's side and his scowl deepened as he gazed down at her face noticing the trails left by her tears.
"Woman?" he whispered softly his gloved hand reaching out to lightly brush her shoulder. "Stupid Baka you shouldn't sleep on the cold floor. You weak humans get sick to easily and then I'll have to hear you complaining about that as well as your worthless mate." Gently he gathered her in his arms and carried her to her bed.
"I won't be able to get any training done if that happens." he grumbled as he pulled the covers aside before laying her down. With uncharacteristic care he tucked her into bed securely to protect her from any stray night chill then stepped back form her side.
Vegita stood there gazing down at Bulma's sleeping face for a moment before turning and leaving the room as silently as he entered.
Lust smiled softly. "Wow you are good."
*note* I dont own the rights to Dragon Ball Z Id dint chreate the characters from the show. However Love and Lust are my own creation. I am makeing no money off this story so please dont sue me. Thank you. :
Bulma stumbled into her darkened room not even trying to make her eyes adjust to the sudden absence of light. Weakly closing the door she stood for a moment basking in the utter silence of the empty chamber for a moment fighting the painful tightening in her chest. With a heart wrenching sob she collapsed to her knees as. hot savage tears flowed unchecked down her face. "Why?" she whimpered to the darkness around her. But of course there was no answer.
She struggled to keep the memories of the evening at bay but they where relentless forcing her to remember. It was suppose to be a special evening. Or so Yamcha had said. He was making up for the time that he was suppose to be making up for the night he stood her up on their anniversary. She had worn the fabulous new dress she had bought just for tonight. She looked down at the soft lavender fabric that draped delicately over her body. The skirt flowing down over her legs to cascade in a small silken pool around her on the floor. One of the slim spaghetti straps had slipped down from her smooth shoulder to hang lovely over her arm.
Everything had been going great. Yamcha had been a little late but only a half hour. At least he was nicely dressed and even brought her roses. He had been sweet going so far as to hold the car door open and take her hand to help her get in and out. They had gone to one of her favorite restaurants and Yamcha had even gotten the band to play a song for her. It had all been so wonderful. Until Bulma had gone into the bathroom to fix her makeup. She remembered now painfully how elated she had been humming the tune the band had played softly to herself as she made sure every hair was in place. She giggled happily to herself looking into the reflection of her sparkling blue eyes seeing the joy in them. Maybe tonight would be the night she smiled carefully removing the silver ring that adorned her left ring finger just in case.
But when she came out of the bathroom Yamcha was gone. She sat and waited at their table for what seemed like forever but he never returned. Finally in annoyance she had dropped enough money on the table to cover her half of the dinner and stormed out of the restaurant And there out in the night her world suddenly shattered all about her. There was the missing Yamcha his arms wrapped around a slim redhead one of his hands resting on her well rounded rear. Their mouths where locked in an open-lipped kiss. She watched with and ever sickening heart as his hands played over the woman's back and soft moans came from the entangled couple.
All those fights.. All those arguments she had screamed and yelled and cried but now faced with this she only sobbed softly to herself and turned and walked away. She didn't even relies she was crying until a cold wind brushed over her face and the wet tears on her checks became icy cold. She wandered the streets so lost in though that she didn't even notice where she was going until she was standing on her front porch. She stood there a moment taking a few clamming breaths trying to get controls of her emotions. She angrily whipped the tears from her face she couldn't let Him see her cry.
Yes Him.. He would be there waiting she was sure to mock her about her weakling boyfriend the moment she walked in the door. He always seemed to know when she arrived alone from a date those black mocking eyes glowing with enjoyment as he rubbed bitter salt into any wounds Yamcha may have made during a night. But when they arrived together the arrogant Sayjin prince was amazingly no where to be found. Never around to witness that she and Yamcha did have happy moments together.
She had opened the door slowly peeking in. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw no sign of the arrogant and very annoying Sayjin prince. Slipping in she made her ways as quickly and silently as she could towards the stairs leading up to her room.
"That weakling got rid of you already?" Bulma froze one foot on the first step as the cruel deep voice seemed to lash savagely over her. She turned slowly to face him as he stepped out from the shadows where he had been laying in wait for his prey. A cold smirk played about his lips as his savage black eyes glared at her with contempt as his gaze racked over her body mockingly. "But then with how disgustingly ugly you are who could blame him."
Bulma felt all the agony of the night well up in her as she stood facing him. How many times had he throw such insults at her till she lashed back at him in rage. He seemed to enjoy making her angry as if the only time he could enjoy any other beings company was during combat of one form or another. But on this night it was a broken woman who faced the proud prince. She didn't have the will or the spirt to fight him tonight. Silently she turned away from him and climbed the darkened stairs.
Bulma shivered in the dark room for once glade to be alone. "Damn you Yamcha, and damn you Vegita. Damn you for being so cruel." She whimpered softly as she curled up on the floor her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if her tight embrace could hold together her breaking heart.
It was over. She had expected a pain worse then those she had felt all those nights she had cried herself to sleep after a fight with Yamcha. The pain she could have excepted. But it was not there. Instead there was only a cold dull ache and a feeling of total emptiness. Silent tears side down her face as her eyes wept for the love she no longer felt. She had nothing left to hold onto. Nothing left to feel. It was over.
Love stood silently next to her sister her eye never leaving the shuddering form of the woman before them. Her eyes soft with a strange emotion that no being could even begin to understand. Her silent vagile was disturbed by the loud honk of Lust blowing her nose into a tear drenched tissue. "It's so sad!"she wailed as she dabbed at her eyes trying to save her face from and running mascara.
Love nodded sagely. "You finally get to see one of the other effects of your handy work. You have always been to wrapped up in the passion of those you burn that you have never see the effects it has on others."
"Isn't there anything you can do!"
Love sighed and moved across the dark room to kneel beside the huddled figure. Reaching down she gently brushed the blue locks away from the tear stained face. The woman stared threw her blind to the prescience of the Goddesses. A shadow of a smile touched Love's lips as she brought a finger up to them.
"Shhhh." she shushed the woman a her hand extending away form her lips to touch the woman's brow trailing a rain of small golden lights that fell like small raining stares onto her face.
Her sad blue eyes closed slowly as Bulma feel into a deep peaceful sleep.
Gracefully Love stood her head turning to look in the direction of the door. As if on cue it slowly swung open and a dark figure steep threw. He stood in the doorway for a moment as if unsure what to do. Loves eyes took on a soft glow and his feet moved as he was compelled forward. He moved to crouch at the sleeping woman's side and his scowl deepened as he gazed down at her face noticing the trails left by her tears.
"Woman?" he whispered softly his gloved hand reaching out to lightly brush her shoulder. "Stupid Baka you shouldn't sleep on the cold floor. You weak humans get sick to easily and then I'll have to hear you complaining about that as well as your worthless mate." Gently he gathered her in his arms and carried her to her bed.
"I won't be able to get any training done if that happens." he grumbled as he pulled the covers aside before laying her down. With uncharacteristic care he tucked her into bed securely to protect her from any stray night chill then stepped back form her side.
Vegita stood there gazing down at Bulma's sleeping face for a moment before turning and leaving the room as silently as he entered.
Lust smiled softly. "Wow you are good."