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Bulma stood on her balcony overlooking what had been Vegita's gravity room not
that long ago. But he wasn't in it again.
"It's my fault."
Letting a few tears fall down her pale cheeks she turned away from the view and
walked back into her bedroom a hand resting on her large stomach.
Turning on the radio she lay down.
"And that was Shakira's Whenever Wherever. I'm Curious George and you are
listening to the Monkey Hour. This next song is the newly released single from West
City's favorite new band… How You Remind Me by Vegetable Head. Heard first right
here on the Monkey Hour on ZZZN Radio, West City."
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man
stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a
sense of feelin
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
"Is that how Vegita felt when I told him, when I yelled at him all those times. Oh
Dende was it my fault that he left?" Bulma cried out as she thought back to the night
they had gotten into their worst argument yet.
It's not like
you to say sorry
I was
waiting on a different story
This
time I'm mistaken
For handing
you a heart worth breakin'
And I've
been wrong, I've been down
Been to
the bottom of every bottle
These
five words in my head
Scream
"Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?
Yet?, Yet?, no, no
Vegita had been broken the gravity machine again and she had broken up with
Yamcha for the millionth time that afternoon, so neither one was in the mood for talking
civilly.
"Woman, fix the damn machine."
"No Vegita I am not in the mood, you'll have to wait until I am. GOT IT."
"Fix it woman before I blow your fucking head off."
"No. Your threats aren't going to work on me today Vegetable Head."
"Bitch. Fix the damn thing."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Wouldn't you love to see that, slut?"
She had the hauled back and slapped him as hard as she could, nearly breaking
her hand on his cheek.
"So bitch, are you having fun yet?"
It's not like
you didn't know that
I said I
love you and I swear I still do
It must
have been so bad
Cause
livin' with me must have damn near killed you
Bulma had gasped as he grabbed her still raised wrist in his hard grip. He stared at
the hand, which had just hit him.
"Is it really that bad woman, just to live on the same planet with me?"
"I never meant…"
"It's not like you to say you're sorry. I was just waiting for you to tell me a
different story, not to bit my head off."
"I broke up with Yamcha again today…"
Vegita smirked, "Is that all? I thought it was something serious."
Bulma's eyes hardened, "You fucking asshole. I bet your fucking plaything
Freeza's missing you in HELL right about now, why don't you go join him."
The look on his face… he looked betrayed and heartbroken.
This is how you
remind me
Of what
I really am
This is
how you remind me
Of what
I really am
It's not
like you to say sorry
I was
waiting on a different story
This
time I'm mistaken
For
handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've
been wrong, I've been down
Been to
the bottom of every bottle
These
five words in my head
Scream
"Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?,
Yet?, Yet?, no, no
"How would you know what my life's been like? You've always had it easy. You
weren't taken from your parents when you were a child. You never had to deal with daily
beatings and humiliations. You're the lucky one."
"How my boy… ex-boyfriend always cheated on me, my parents couldn't care
less if I lived and I don't have any real friends outside of the Z fighters."
"At least you're not in love with someone who hates you."
Never made is as
a wise man
I
couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this
is how you remind me
This is
how you remind me
Bulma backed away from him in shock, "You're in love with someone?"
He turned his head away as a tear slid down his hardened cheek. "Yes."
"You haven't told her have you?" She asked as she placed her free hand to his
cheek.
The blackest eyes she had ever known turned and looked straight into her own.
"She knows. She just doesn't know that she knows."
"Huh?"
This is how you
remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
In a sudden move he had kissed her and one thing lead to another that night, and
when Bulma woke up the next morning he was gone. A note was all she found.
It read:
Bulma I'm sorry for last night. I was out of my head… I know it's not like me to
say sorry, and you're probably waiting for a different story, well I haven't got one for
you. You reminded me of who I really am, so I've left…
I was waiting on a different
story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth
breakin'
Bulma stood and pulled the letter off of her dresser to read it again.
"I wonder what he meant… but wait the lyrics…"
I've been wrong,
I've been down
Been to the bottom of every
bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun
yet?"
Yet? Yet?, Yet?, no, no
Picking up her portable phone and dialed the radio station.
"You're on the air with Curious George."
"Hi my name is Bulma, and I want to request a song."
"Name it and dedicate it."
"I want to say I'm sorry to Vegita, and so I want you to play the song, Most Girls
by Pink."
"What Station is playing it for you?"
"ZZZN Radio."
I never cared too much for love
It was all a bunch of mush that I just did not want
Paid was the issue of the day
If a girlfriend's got some game
Couldn't be more fly, gettin paid was everything
But I'm not every girl and I don't need that world to validate me
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart
MOST GIRLS want a man with the bling bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love
MOST GIRLS want a man with the mean green
Don't wanna dance if he can't be everything that I dream of
A man that understands real love
"Bulma."
Bulma turned away from the radio when she heard her name softly spoken from
near her window. "I didn't request the song to get you back."
"I didn't come back because you requested the song." Vegita eyes said
everything, that he was tired and that he had missed her in the weeks that they had been
apart.
"I love you Vegita."
Coming into her room, he took her into his arms and hugged her. "I know," he
whispered into her ear, just before he kissed her cheek. "I love you too."
I was a girl about the floss
It was all about the cost, how much he spent on me
Seek, for a man who's got the means
To be givin you diamond rings
It's what every fly girl could want or even dream
But I'm not every girl and I don't need no G to take care of me
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart, no no
MOST GIRLS want a man with the bling
bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love
MOST GIRLS want a man with the mean green
Don't wanna dance if he can't be everything that I dream of
A man that understands real love
Fin.
