Thanks to all of you who sent me ideas for songs. But sense I could find EXACTLY what I was looking for I decided to write a poem. It's from Bulma's POV. Hope you like.
Chapter 6:
Bulma clicked off the light and climbed into bed. She sighed and turned away from her husband lying beside her. Vegeta turned over to look at her. He was loosing his mind. She wouldn't let him kiss her, hold her, or even touch her. He was growing restless…and horny.
He decided to chance it. He climbed across the bed and put his arm around her. She jumped at his touch. He flipped his leg over her and kissed her neck. She turned and looked up at him. She placed her hand against his chest and pushed him away.
"No, Vegeta. I can't"
A tear dripped onto the bed.
She slipped out of his grip and speedily walked to the bathroom. Vegeta sat back and watched her walk off. He put his hand to his head and sighed
"God damn it…" he whispered.
I'm sorry baby
I don't mean to hurt you
I try to be normal
But it's so hard…
It's so damn hard
It's hard to keep on going
When my heart is aching
When my heart is breaking
It's so hard…
It's so damn hard
You need to understand
I can't help but to fear…
…Your touch
It's so hard…
It's so damn hard…
I'm sorry, baby
I can't tell you
I try…
But it's so hard…
It's so damn hard
Bulma sniffed and flipped the bathroom light off. She stumbled to the bed and laid down. She glanced over to Vegeta. He had his back to her.
Another tear dripped to the white sheets.
Vegeta wanted to ask her what was wrong and if she was ok, but his pride held him back. He knew she wouldn't tell him anyway. He sighed and closed his eyes.
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A few nights later
* * *
Vegeta's saiyan hormones were becoming unbearable. He needed it. It was driving him crazy without it. He looked over to her and placed his hand on her hip, squeezing gently.
Bulma's eyes shot open. She grabbed his hand and placed it on the bed. She looked over her shoulder.
"No Vegeta." She whispered.
Vegeta's hands tightened into fists. He let out a suppressed. Growl and glared at her viciously. He threw the covers off of his body and stood up. He snatched up his pillow and a blanket from the end of the bed. With one last, longing, but angry look at Bulma, he left the room.
A few more tears seeped into the pillow.
I try…
But it's so hard…
It's so damn hard…