The Difference Between Love and Lust
Not: I don't own Dragon Ball Z and I am not responsible for the creation of the characters from the series. I am not making money off this fic it's just for fun so please don't sue me for two pennies and pocket lint I have. As for the adorable Love and Lust they are my own creations. Thanks again for all the great reviews. I love reviews. Thank you.
The cool night breeze was soft and gentle as it played threw their hair. Lust sniffled softly dabbing again at her still damp eyes. Love frowned softly turning to look at her sister. "Are you still crying? May I remind you this was your idea."
"I-I know.. But did we have to ... Did we have to break her heart like that." The goddess hugged herself remembering the shuddering sobs that had come from the mortal woman Bulma. Strange how such a small sound could hold so much pain.
Love looked away staring off distantly into space. "Sometimes you have to break something in order to fix it."
"How can you be so heartless! You're the Goddess of Love!! Don't you care?!"
Love stood slowly walking a couple steps away from her sister. She stood there in silence a moment before speaking softly. "Do you really believe that?" She glanced over her shoulder and their eyes meet for a moment. Lust gasped unable to absorb the intensity of what she saw. Inside her sisters eyes was a sorrow beyond tears beyond anything a heart should be able to hold. Her own heart began to ache at the pain she saw in those soft blue eyes. Suddenly Love looked away leaving Lust trembling in the shock at the sudden lose of those emotions.
"Love is a funny thing." the soft voice of Love drifted to Lust's ears. "It is one of the most powerful forces in the universe and yet so easily destroyed. That's what makes it all the more precious."
"I just never realized it could hurt so much." Lust whispered hanging her head.
"I know." Love turned and sat down next to her sister laying a hand on her shoulder. "Come on we have work to do. Or have you forgotten about our two little love birds."
Lust smiled brushing aside the last of her tears. "So what do we do next?"
"I was thinking Breakfast."
Bulma rolled over pulling her pillow over her head as she tried to block out the annoyingly joyful twitter of birds as they sang their greetings to the sun. She was reluctant to let go of the last thread of sleep knowing instinctively that she didn't want to face something that consciousness would confront her with.
Battling to recapture the peaceful bliss of slumber she had almost succeeded when there
was a loud pounding on her bedroom door. "Wha-who is it?"
"Are you trying to starve me woman?! I demand my breakfast."
Bulma groaned hearing the last voice she wanted to hear in the morning. "Damn it Vegita do you know what time it is?!"
"It is morning and past time for my breakfast. Now got out of bed woman and make it. I cannot train properly on and empty stomach."
She growled in annoyance leaping out of bed and storming to the door. Yanking it open she confronted the arrogant warrior. He stood there arms crossed causally across his chest in his usual pose. "Listen Vegetable Brain. My name is Bulma not woman, not Baka, BULMA. I am not your servant and right now I don't care if you starve to death. Got it shorty."
Vegita's face flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I suggest you take care woman. Don't think I wouldn't enjoy snapping that little neck of yours. I am sure that you would only add to the atmosphere in hell. As horridly ugly as you are you would fit in with the daemons very well."
"Well THIS daemon isn't cooking a damn thing for you mister low and mighty." She turned on her heel and stormed into her room swinging her door shut with all her force. It slammed into Vegita's hand with a loud crack as he stopped it from closing.
"How dare you walk away from me when I am speaking to you." he growled deep in his throat his voice a dangerous rasping whisper.
"How dare you barge into my room!" Bulma scratched at him looking around for a weapon of some sort. Unable to find anything she quickly pulled off one of her shoes and threw it at the angry Sayjin. The little purple slipped bounced off his forehead as uneffective as tossing a handful of water on a burning building. His dark eyes dropped slowly to glare at the offending shoe for a moment before bursting into maniacal laughter.
"Oh just shut up and get out already!" Bulma yelled at him. Vegita stopped laughing but a large evil smirk graced his lips.
"See you at breakfast." He sneered turning and leaving her room.
"Arrggg!! That man is insufferable!" Bulma growled storming into the bathroom. Perhaps a shower would wash away her anger she though as she stripped off the lavender dress she was still wearing from last night.
Last night... she frowned looking out into the room as the memories of the night before slipped into her mind. She should be sad, heartbroken but she wasn't. Thanks to Vegita she was to angry to be sad. She almost laughed at that. Vegita in his cruelness had done something incredibly kind to her. She turned on the show and steeped into the warm flowing water. Something else was bothering her but she couldn't put her finger on it. She leaned forward letting the warm water run threw her hair and down her back. Turning her head she could see her bed threw the open bathroom door.
She straightened as realization hit her. She had fallen asleep on the floor last night hadn't she? Then how had she gotten into bed? Her parents where off on vacation so they couldn't have done it. And there was no one else in the house except her and Vegita "Now that's strange. I never knew I was a sleep walker."
Not: I don't own Dragon Ball Z and I am not responsible for the creation of the characters from the series. I am not making money off this fic it's just for fun so please don't sue me for two pennies and pocket lint I have. As for the adorable Love and Lust they are my own creations. Thanks again for all the great reviews. I love reviews. Thank you.
The cool night breeze was soft and gentle as it played threw their hair. Lust sniffled softly dabbing again at her still damp eyes. Love frowned softly turning to look at her sister. "Are you still crying? May I remind you this was your idea."
"I-I know.. But did we have to ... Did we have to break her heart like that." The goddess hugged herself remembering the shuddering sobs that had come from the mortal woman Bulma. Strange how such a small sound could hold so much pain.
Love looked away staring off distantly into space. "Sometimes you have to break something in order to fix it."
"How can you be so heartless! You're the Goddess of Love!! Don't you care?!"
Love stood slowly walking a couple steps away from her sister. She stood there in silence a moment before speaking softly. "Do you really believe that?" She glanced over her shoulder and their eyes meet for a moment. Lust gasped unable to absorb the intensity of what she saw. Inside her sisters eyes was a sorrow beyond tears beyond anything a heart should be able to hold. Her own heart began to ache at the pain she saw in those soft blue eyes. Suddenly Love looked away leaving Lust trembling in the shock at the sudden lose of those emotions.
"Love is a funny thing." the soft voice of Love drifted to Lust's ears. "It is one of the most powerful forces in the universe and yet so easily destroyed. That's what makes it all the more precious."
"I just never realized it could hurt so much." Lust whispered hanging her head.
"I know." Love turned and sat down next to her sister laying a hand on her shoulder. "Come on we have work to do. Or have you forgotten about our two little love birds."
Lust smiled brushing aside the last of her tears. "So what do we do next?"
"I was thinking Breakfast."
Bulma rolled over pulling her pillow over her head as she tried to block out the annoyingly joyful twitter of birds as they sang their greetings to the sun. She was reluctant to let go of the last thread of sleep knowing instinctively that she didn't want to face something that consciousness would confront her with.
Battling to recapture the peaceful bliss of slumber she had almost succeeded when there
was a loud pounding on her bedroom door. "Wha-who is it?"
"Are you trying to starve me woman?! I demand my breakfast."
Bulma groaned hearing the last voice she wanted to hear in the morning. "Damn it Vegita do you know what time it is?!"
"It is morning and past time for my breakfast. Now got out of bed woman and make it. I cannot train properly on and empty stomach."
She growled in annoyance leaping out of bed and storming to the door. Yanking it open she confronted the arrogant warrior. He stood there arms crossed causally across his chest in his usual pose. "Listen Vegetable Brain. My name is Bulma not woman, not Baka, BULMA. I am not your servant and right now I don't care if you starve to death. Got it shorty."
Vegita's face flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I suggest you take care woman. Don't think I wouldn't enjoy snapping that little neck of yours. I am sure that you would only add to the atmosphere in hell. As horridly ugly as you are you would fit in with the daemons very well."
"Well THIS daemon isn't cooking a damn thing for you mister low and mighty." She turned on her heel and stormed into her room swinging her door shut with all her force. It slammed into Vegita's hand with a loud crack as he stopped it from closing.
"How dare you walk away from me when I am speaking to you." he growled deep in his throat his voice a dangerous rasping whisper.
"How dare you barge into my room!" Bulma scratched at him looking around for a weapon of some sort. Unable to find anything she quickly pulled off one of her shoes and threw it at the angry Sayjin. The little purple slipped bounced off his forehead as uneffective as tossing a handful of water on a burning building. His dark eyes dropped slowly to glare at the offending shoe for a moment before bursting into maniacal laughter.
"Oh just shut up and get out already!" Bulma yelled at him. Vegita stopped laughing but a large evil smirk graced his lips.
"See you at breakfast." He sneered turning and leaving her room.
"Arrggg!! That man is insufferable!" Bulma growled storming into the bathroom. Perhaps a shower would wash away her anger she though as she stripped off the lavender dress she was still wearing from last night.
Last night... she frowned looking out into the room as the memories of the night before slipped into her mind. She should be sad, heartbroken but she wasn't. Thanks to Vegita she was to angry to be sad. She almost laughed at that. Vegita in his cruelness had done something incredibly kind to her. She turned on the show and steeped into the warm flowing water. Something else was bothering her but she couldn't put her finger on it. She leaned forward letting the warm water run threw her hair and down her back. Turning her head she could see her bed threw the open bathroom door.
She straightened as realization hit her. She had fallen asleep on the floor last night hadn't she? Then how had she gotten into bed? Her parents where off on vacation so they couldn't have done it. And there was no one else in the house except her and Vegita "Now that's strange. I never knew I was a sleep walker."