My Oasis
By: Goddess of Insanity
Disclaimer: Don't you hate having to put these things up time and time again? I'm sure the people get the idea by no. Me no own nothing ugh! (lol)
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Well
this is the sequel to 'Prince Charming'. I'm going to try my best here to keep
Veji-boy in character. If it's OOC, you'll just have to deal. If you don't
review my fic, remember, Vejita's watching!! (hehehe) BTW this is from Vejita's
POV
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How did I come to like that weak onna of mine? Does anyone know, because it puzzles me at times. She is beautiful, that is for an earthling, she has no real strength except for that mouth and brain of hers, and well, she's human.
But I figure there's
more to her than that. And I just
happened to be right. There is more to her. More than some will ever know. She
has always been there for me, it make me sound weak so I would never admit it.
She -is- my oasis; a place I can go when I seem to be withering away under the
burning sun.
That mouth of hers…it's
always caused trouble, but what intrigues me about her is no matter how much
stronger than her someone may be, she never tends to back down. Because of that
little trait she's almost gotten herself killed and I've had to swoop down and
save the day. I think she compares me to this comic book hero here on
Chikyuu…what is his name? Oh, yes, this Superman.
But I'm sure if I were
to face up against this 'Superman' of hers I could easily defeat him. There are
many silly things on this planet but I've discovered that she's not one of
them.
Those two brats of
ours…what am I to do with them. One has the characteristics of demon spawn and
the other to make me gravel. I wonder where they get it, and she seems to know
where exactly. They remind me so much of her…
Bonds…we -are- bonded. There
is no way to change it and it's a proven fact. If that bond should ever break,
which it won't, it would be the end of the world. I can see why she came to
like me. Who wouldn't, I am the Saiya-jin no Ouji, and more of a man then that
pathetic earthling will ever be. I am the true definition of perfection.
But back to her, I get
off track sometimes. She is the -one-, I think she's always known it, and so
have I, but we never wanted to admit it. She is the only one I trust, I mean
would you trust that baka Kakkarot? I think not. She is closer to me than she
will ever know and has somehow touched me, made me feel.
I was never returned
these feelings as a child and I was never pampered, so this is something new.
That's how I know she is my oasis, the one place you run to when your trapped
in the desert you call life. She showed me things others never would.