TITLE: Chapter Two - If I Let You Go
NOTE: This is my take on how B/V got together. This song, if you don't know, is by Westlife (I'm a pop music lover!). I cut out some parts, like repeat choruses, so that the fic would flow better. I got these lyrics from some web page or other so please don't blame me for any mistakes in the lyrics. Hope you enjoy. Don't worry 'Power of Love' and 'Road of Dreams' readers, I'm working on those (as well as 'Guardian Angel')! Please read and review so I know how I'm doing. Thanx.
DISCLAIMER: I make no money from these fics. I am in no way related to the creators of DBZ or the composers/singers of these songs. If I were, I wouldn't be so broke all the time. ^_^
*****
A few days later...
Bulma stirred silently in her sleep, a loud noise rousing her from her dreamland. "Hmmm?" She turned her head slightly to the side, trying to get as far away from the sunshine invading her room as she could. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright in bed. A loud noise? What?
Quickly she dragged herself out of bed. It could't be. He wouldn't! By the time she was at the window, all she saw was a small dot that was the gravity machine heading off into space. She quickly collapsed onto the floor. He was gone. Just like that. He hadn't even said goodbye.
She reached up a hand and brushed a stray tear away. Biting her lips, she tried to fight them all back but to no avail. Tears fell silently down her cheeks as she thought of never seeing the arrogant prince again, never hearing his voice or his rude remarks.
Unable to take it anymore, she ran to her bed and cried, letting all her pain out as silent tears that fell against her pillow.
*****
'Day after day
Time pass away
And I just can't get you off my mind
Nobody knows
I hide it inside
I keep on searching
But I can't find'
It had been a full weak since Vegeta had left, leaving an empty hole in her heart. She tried to push the memories of him away but found she could not. Heck, she even missed his sarcastic remarks and insults seeing as how that was all he ever said to her.
Whenever his face floated to the front of her mind, Bulma found her eyes watering over everytime. When that happened, she would tell herself that some dust particles had flown into her eyes. She refused to admit that she wanted to see him, needed to be around him.
She was working in her lab again, something she found herself doing more and more often as of late. She shook her head, realizing her thoughts had once again drifted to the Saiyan prince and the effect he had on her. She heard a feint knock on her door. Standing up quickly, she dabbed the moistness away and from the corner of her eyes and walked towards the door.
She opened it and smiled, wanting to hide the pain and disappointment that surfaced as she realized it wasn't Vegeta. "Hey Goku. What's up?"
"Nothing much Bulma. Um..." He scratched his head, trying to remember why he was there. "Oh yeah. The gang wanted me to see how you're doing since they haven't seen you in awhile. We're all concerned about you."
Bulma forced a smile onto her face. "You guys don't need to worry about me. I'm fine."
*****
Vegeta stopped his training. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't reach the Super Saiyan level. Why? Why couldn't he do it? Afterall, he was a decendent of the first Super Saiyan. It was in his blood. Ugh.
Darkness began to spread over the little, abandoned planet. Vegeta looked up and his mouth fell open. The planet was about to be caught in a meteor shower. He began to power up but than let his power level return to normal again.
What were his reasons for living? Did he have one? It wasn't like anyone needed him. Any other thought was lost to him but that. Did someone need him? Did Bulma need him? No, she would never need him. To her, he was just the jerk that lived at her house.
Sadness flowed through his body and filled his heart. She didn't want him, would never want him. She was probably with someone else right now. NO! He would not let anyone else near her! If he couldn't have her, no one else would. No one touched his woman.
He took flight and began firing at the small meteors that flew in the path of his pod. He didn't know how long he could go on. There were just too many. It was an endless rain of meteors.
'The courage to show
To let you know
I've never felt so much love before
And once again I'm thinking about
Taking the easy way out'
Vegeta fell to his knees, blood pouring out from various parts of his body. He would not die now. He would not die like this. He was the Prince. He wanted to see her face one last time, even if it was just for a second. He wanted to make sure she was safe and happy. But...did she want to see him? What if she didn't want to see him? If her answer was what he thought it would be than maybe he should just die now.
'But if I let you go
I will never know
What my life would be holding you close to me
Will I ever see
You smiling back at me
How will I know
If I let you go'
Than again, what if she did want to see him? What if...it was a slim possibility that she might actually care, but if there was the slightest chance that she cared, he would risk everything to find out.
Standing up again he realized that all the small meteors had long ago stopped. Curious as to why this was so, he eyed the sky above him. Fear crept along his tense body. Impossible! That piece of rock was...humongous! How was he going to survive something like that?
A little voice broke out in his head. "You will survive at all costs...for her."
Yes. The voice was right. He had to survive and survive he would. Gathering what energy he had left, Vegeta built as large a ki ball as he could form and fired it straight at the center of the mother-of-all-meteors.
*****
'Night after night
I hear myself say
Why can't this feeling just fade away
There's no one like you
Who can speak to my heart
It's such a shame
We're worlds apart'
Bulma looked up at the night sky as the stars winked and twinkled at her. She sighed. "Why can't this feeling just fade away?" She knew she was talking herself and that no one could hear her, but she didn't care. She needed to talk, even if no one listened. She needed to vent her sorrow and pain. What she needed the most was...for Vegeta to be there with her.
At first she didn't understand why she cared so much, but now she could not deny it. She loved him. She almost giggled as she thought of the word. Love. How ironic. Not long ago she had hated and feared him. He had come to Earth with the objective of destroying it and it's inhabitants. But he had changed. Oh how he had changed.
Sure his temper was as bad as always, but it seemed as if, at times, he had learned to care. He acted cold and ruthless, but his eyes showed regret and remorse. Sometimes, when he thought no one was watching, he would let his defenses down and, for anyone watching, there was a brief moment of compassion and care in his black orbs. Bulma had caught him like this a few times before.
She sighed again. "Where are you Vegeta?"
*****
Vegeta lay gasping on the ground having just destroyed the enormous meteor. He had done it. He had conquered a strong foe. Still, he was not happy. He couldn't understand it. He had always found joy in defeating an enemy, so why did he feel so empty.
"Because she is not here to witness your victory."
No. Why did that damn voice have to be so right all the time? He jerked in realization as he understood that becoming a Super Saiyan no longer mattered to him. He no longer cared about beating Kakkarot or being the best fighter in the universe. All that mattered was Bulma and whether or not she cared about him. Whether or not she...loved him.
Yelling his frustration for the universe to hear, Vegeta didn't notice his hair changing to a goldish color or his eyes turning teal. He didn't notice any of this until he was done screaming his pain.
He didn't need to see himself to know that he was a Super Saiyan. He had finally done it and it was all thanx to her.
'I'm too shy to ask
I'm too proud to lose
But sooner or later I've got to choose
And once again I'm thinking about
Taking the easy way out'
Exhaustion taking over, he climbed into the pod and set a course for Earth. Now that he was actually returning, he began to doubt himself. Could he ever admit his love for her? Would he ever let her know how he felt or would his pride conquer his heart?
NOTE: This is my take on how B/V got together. This song, if you don't know, is by Westlife (I'm a pop music lover!). I cut out some parts, like repeat choruses, so that the fic would flow better. I got these lyrics from some web page or other so please don't blame me for any mistakes in the lyrics. Hope you enjoy. Don't worry 'Power of Love' and 'Road of Dreams' readers, I'm working on those (as well as 'Guardian Angel')! Please read and review so I know how I'm doing. Thanx.
DISCLAIMER: I make no money from these fics. I am in no way related to the creators of DBZ or the composers/singers of these songs. If I were, I wouldn't be so broke all the time. ^_^
*****
A few days later...
Bulma stirred silently in her sleep, a loud noise rousing her from her dreamland. "Hmmm?" She turned her head slightly to the side, trying to get as far away from the sunshine invading her room as she could. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright in bed. A loud noise? What?
Quickly she dragged herself out of bed. It could't be. He wouldn't! By the time she was at the window, all she saw was a small dot that was the gravity machine heading off into space. She quickly collapsed onto the floor. He was gone. Just like that. He hadn't even said goodbye.
She reached up a hand and brushed a stray tear away. Biting her lips, she tried to fight them all back but to no avail. Tears fell silently down her cheeks as she thought of never seeing the arrogant prince again, never hearing his voice or his rude remarks.
Unable to take it anymore, she ran to her bed and cried, letting all her pain out as silent tears that fell against her pillow.
*****
'Day after day
Time pass away
And I just can't get you off my mind
Nobody knows
I hide it inside
I keep on searching
But I can't find'
It had been a full weak since Vegeta had left, leaving an empty hole in her heart. She tried to push the memories of him away but found she could not. Heck, she even missed his sarcastic remarks and insults seeing as how that was all he ever said to her.
Whenever his face floated to the front of her mind, Bulma found her eyes watering over everytime. When that happened, she would tell herself that some dust particles had flown into her eyes. She refused to admit that she wanted to see him, needed to be around him.
She was working in her lab again, something she found herself doing more and more often as of late. She shook her head, realizing her thoughts had once again drifted to the Saiyan prince and the effect he had on her. She heard a feint knock on her door. Standing up quickly, she dabbed the moistness away and from the corner of her eyes and walked towards the door.
She opened it and smiled, wanting to hide the pain and disappointment that surfaced as she realized it wasn't Vegeta. "Hey Goku. What's up?"
"Nothing much Bulma. Um..." He scratched his head, trying to remember why he was there. "Oh yeah. The gang wanted me to see how you're doing since they haven't seen you in awhile. We're all concerned about you."
Bulma forced a smile onto her face. "You guys don't need to worry about me. I'm fine."
*****
Vegeta stopped his training. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't reach the Super Saiyan level. Why? Why couldn't he do it? Afterall, he was a decendent of the first Super Saiyan. It was in his blood. Ugh.
Darkness began to spread over the little, abandoned planet. Vegeta looked up and his mouth fell open. The planet was about to be caught in a meteor shower. He began to power up but than let his power level return to normal again.
What were his reasons for living? Did he have one? It wasn't like anyone needed him. Any other thought was lost to him but that. Did someone need him? Did Bulma need him? No, she would never need him. To her, he was just the jerk that lived at her house.
Sadness flowed through his body and filled his heart. She didn't want him, would never want him. She was probably with someone else right now. NO! He would not let anyone else near her! If he couldn't have her, no one else would. No one touched his woman.
He took flight and began firing at the small meteors that flew in the path of his pod. He didn't know how long he could go on. There were just too many. It was an endless rain of meteors.
'The courage to show
To let you know
I've never felt so much love before
And once again I'm thinking about
Taking the easy way out'
Vegeta fell to his knees, blood pouring out from various parts of his body. He would not die now. He would not die like this. He was the Prince. He wanted to see her face one last time, even if it was just for a second. He wanted to make sure she was safe and happy. But...did she want to see him? What if she didn't want to see him? If her answer was what he thought it would be than maybe he should just die now.
'But if I let you go
I will never know
What my life would be holding you close to me
Will I ever see
You smiling back at me
How will I know
If I let you go'
Than again, what if she did want to see him? What if...it was a slim possibility that she might actually care, but if there was the slightest chance that she cared, he would risk everything to find out.
Standing up again he realized that all the small meteors had long ago stopped. Curious as to why this was so, he eyed the sky above him. Fear crept along his tense body. Impossible! That piece of rock was...humongous! How was he going to survive something like that?
A little voice broke out in his head. "You will survive at all costs...for her."
Yes. The voice was right. He had to survive and survive he would. Gathering what energy he had left, Vegeta built as large a ki ball as he could form and fired it straight at the center of the mother-of-all-meteors.
*****
'Night after night
I hear myself say
Why can't this feeling just fade away
There's no one like you
Who can speak to my heart
It's such a shame
We're worlds apart'
Bulma looked up at the night sky as the stars winked and twinkled at her. She sighed. "Why can't this feeling just fade away?" She knew she was talking herself and that no one could hear her, but she didn't care. She needed to talk, even if no one listened. She needed to vent her sorrow and pain. What she needed the most was...for Vegeta to be there with her.
At first she didn't understand why she cared so much, but now she could not deny it. She loved him. She almost giggled as she thought of the word. Love. How ironic. Not long ago she had hated and feared him. He had come to Earth with the objective of destroying it and it's inhabitants. But he had changed. Oh how he had changed.
Sure his temper was as bad as always, but it seemed as if, at times, he had learned to care. He acted cold and ruthless, but his eyes showed regret and remorse. Sometimes, when he thought no one was watching, he would let his defenses down and, for anyone watching, there was a brief moment of compassion and care in his black orbs. Bulma had caught him like this a few times before.
She sighed again. "Where are you Vegeta?"
*****
Vegeta lay gasping on the ground having just destroyed the enormous meteor. He had done it. He had conquered a strong foe. Still, he was not happy. He couldn't understand it. He had always found joy in defeating an enemy, so why did he feel so empty.
"Because she is not here to witness your victory."
No. Why did that damn voice have to be so right all the time? He jerked in realization as he understood that becoming a Super Saiyan no longer mattered to him. He no longer cared about beating Kakkarot or being the best fighter in the universe. All that mattered was Bulma and whether or not she cared about him. Whether or not she...loved him.
Yelling his frustration for the universe to hear, Vegeta didn't notice his hair changing to a goldish color or his eyes turning teal. He didn't notice any of this until he was done screaming his pain.
He didn't need to see himself to know that he was a Super Saiyan. He had finally done it and it was all thanx to her.
'I'm too shy to ask
I'm too proud to lose
But sooner or later I've got to choose
And once again I'm thinking about
Taking the easy way out'
Exhaustion taking over, he climbed into the pod and set a course for Earth. Now that he was actually returning, he began to doubt himself. Could he ever admit his love for her? Would he ever let her know how he felt or would his pride conquer his heart?
