Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or its characters, (but damn I wish I did J!)
Author's Notes: This is a little something about the relationship of B/V, from Bulma's P.O.V. . .c'mon, you know you love themJ! Please read and review, see ya!
I love you.
Do you know that? Sometimes I look at you and I don't see the power, strength, and cunning mind. . .I see courage, arrogance, and the determination to be the best at everything you do. I see the prince I married and bonded to, the one I chose to have two beautiful, wonderful children with. I see you for who you are Vegeta, my knight in dark.
Some days, when you don't know, I watch you through the little window of your training room, training for endless hours at an intensity that would definitely put even Goku to shame. It makes me wonder sometimes what you are thinking about when you train. Is it to satisfy your immense need to be the best? To beat Goku, the only other living full-blooded Saiyajin, which though you may beg to differ, I do understand? After all, when you have been led to believe all your life you are The Legendary Super Saiyajin, to be the king someday of a glorious and powerful race, and then to have that all taken away from you in the blink of an eye. . .you I know – it hurts. Though you would never show it. Do you do it for the sheer satisfaction of knowing that even if it is only in your mind, you've beaten and conquered all your demons, that still haunt and cast an enormous shadow to this day?
Though you don't have to do it alone.
Sometimes as I watch, I wish you would realize why Goku has surpassed you in strength. . .it is because he loves. He believes with all his heart, that love for all of us, from his friends, to his family, he loves us all the same, willing to look past our own individual fallacies to see the good in each and every one of us. Yes, my darling, even you, he cares for, though he knows enough to never let you know. But I do. It's why he does what he does, even for people he will never know. I do not mean that he is better than you, because he isn't, but that he allows himself to feel for his friends, and above all, his family that gives him the strength to fight. That is what matters to him the most.
Not selfish ambitions.
Looking at you know, I see that troublesome predicament you battle on a daily basis: us. I know how hard it is for you to come to terms with what you are now, and not what you were led to believe, the monster that killed millions without remorse became the husband and father. The emotions that have seeped into your heart you tried so desperately to deny have become a part of you, and in your eyes you see yourself as becoming weak and pathetic. But not I. I believe that when you finally accept the love that we have for you, you will see just how strong you really can be, and your goals would become limitless.
If you only would believe.
Your son and daughter adore you, they understand you the way that I do, the sacrifices that we made because we know how hard it is for you to care. But when you do, they cherish it and keep it close to their hearts. I know Trunks especially tries so hard to make you proud, every little veiled compliment sending him soaring to the clouds above, and every snide and hurtful comment breaking his heart in two. Your little girl, your princess, always trying to make you smile, and every now and then, you do, brightening up her day. They care and love you deeply, knowing as I do, that you are the strongest warrior in the universe.
And that will never change.
You stop and notice me for the first time, and suddenly, I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, as I am caught in your thoughtful gaze. I know you could never tell me how you truly feel, even with the bond, you keep yourself guarded around me, why? Do you think I would use that against you? I hope you don't, because that would just tear me up inside. I remember when I told you for the first time I love you, how angry you were at me, at the world, at yourself for letting such passionate encounters we had develop into something more – something you didn't want. Do you know how hurt and unwanted you made me feel. . .how you still make me feel? The few emotions you shower your children with, you've never even showed me, and I am left feeling as if I was just that, a release from your frustrations. Over the years, I've learned to accept that, my own pride not allowing me the comfort of self-pity nor regret to ease my pain. Just steadfast determination that under the layers of ice you've built around your heart, I reside in there somewhere too, if only a tiny piece. Though I yearn for more, to hear you say you love me, to show me, I know that is not who you are, and I will not try to change you into the man I wish you would be.
You must do it for yourself.
I love you fiercely and unconditionally, that I would never do anything to hurt or destroy you, for to do that I would be forsaking my heart, my soul.
You're still staring at me, though now you look at me with a question in your eyes. Are you wondering what I am doing? I smile a little, and point to the clock, alerting you that it is lunchtime. I see you nod your head briefly, and quickly return to your training, getting in a few more sets before your stomach tell you it is time. Quietly I sigh and rest my forehead against the pane, not realizing I have let a tear fall carelessly out of my eye. But the rest I supress, knowing that you would not understand the daily torment I put myself through. You would only remind me that I did this willingly, allowing myself to fall in love with you, that I am the one putting myself through this misery, not you. And I would agree.
Because I love you.
**********sniffle************well, this is my second fic, and I just wanted to let everyone know what Bulma must've gone through to live with such a man as Vegeta. Should I continue? Yes, no, hell no? Please read and reviewJ . . .oh and ch. 8 of 'Betrayal' should be out by the weekend, see ya :D