Vegeta yawned and stretched.The morning sun shone on his face , and the first morning since he'd been on Chikyuu, he was content. Truly content. For once, he hadn't woken up aching for Bulma.
Bulma! He suddenly remembered what they had done - was it only four hours ago? He smiled, and put his arm out, then turned to face her.
His smile faded. Bulma was gone. She had left, after all they had shared that morning. He thought it had meant something.
Vegeta's heart hurt. Love shouldn't hurt. But oh, it did. This did. For in his heart of hearts, he needed Bulma's love. He needed her to need him. Otherwise, he'd have no purpose at all. On Vegeta-sei, there was no concept of love. They had too much to risk everyday to gamble on love. But they had the sense of protection. A deep profound need to protect their mate. And Vegeta felt that, hand in hand with his love.
And it just hurt so god damned much that she'd left. He knew she had a boyfriend. And he knew what the baka bastard did to her, so he came to the conclusion that she was scared. Scared of men, maybe. And confused. She could be strong, but fragile at the the same time. And he knew Yamcha probably beat out all her spirit and courage. And god but that only made his heart hurt even more. He wanted to protect her. He wanted her to tell him she needed it from him.He wanted her love.
" Love," Vegeta murmured to himself," my woman would love me. And she'd tell me every day.Numerous times a day." he rested his hands behind his head. " And she'd be brave and loyal. Loyal to me and to her family. And she'd be trustworthy. She'd put her trust in me.
She'd need me. To protect her- from everything. Though she's strong, she'd need a protector. Me. I want to protect her."
Vegeta knew that woman was Bulma. He knew it! So why didn't she? He wanted to tell her his love so badly, but he didn't want to scare her away. So he kept quiet. And waited. Something most un-Vegeta-like. Love makes a man do crazy things, he told himself.
" Bulma," he whispered," I need you...."




Oh hold me now, I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you've left to go?
She cries that life is like some movie black and white
Dead actors, vacant lies
Over and over and over again she cries