A/N hey, people. this is my first fanfic, so I hope u all will like it. i deciede to rite this story after i saw this other side of vegeta...a more sensitive side...it was so sweet, so i came up wit an idea 2 rite bout how he n bulma met...i changed a lot of da original storyline around, but i hope ull still like it.
Please r/r!! give me compliments, flames, or more ideas.
-lots of luv
*This story is written from Bulma and Vegeta's Point of View (POV).
Now here it is. enjoy~
Troubled Love
Chapter 1~ Troubled Wanderers
Bulma's POV
I was startled to hear how loud my sigh was. I was sitting at my favorite spot, the couch by the window. My head was rested on my arms and I watched the heavy rain pour outside. The rain had started so long ago...But I just love rainy days. Anything can happen. The world seemed to grow darker, and it was still in the afternoon. A strand of my sea-blue hair fell into my eyes. I brushed it away, and gently tucked it behind my ear.
All alone in my house again. Why aren't my parents here? Maybe because they don't give a shit about me. My mother acts like she's a still a teenage girl. Whenever I need to talk to her, mother to daughter, it sometimes seems I'm more mature then her. I wish she would snap out of it. She's always at the bar, flirting with one guy or the other.
Poor dad.
He's so clueless since his face is always behind some new invention. All he cares about is his worldwide company, Capsule Corp. He doesn't want to stop inventing, for then he'll lose his majestic title and his loads of money. So power hungry...
I felt a shiver run down my spine. My teeth chattered. I grew amazingly cold. A small tear escaped the corner of my eye. I quickly wiped it away, though there was no one in sight.
I hate my life. It was missing something...Besides caring parents. It was missing...Someone special. I want someone in my life...Someone to keep me warm in front of a blazing fire...Someone to hold me tight when my tears and emotions come flooding out...Someone who likes me for me. I shivered uncontrollably...What's wrong with me?
Suddenly, a great veil of warmth seized hold of my body. What was it?...Or better yet...Who was it? His dark black eyes emerged in my mind. I can almost see the ignorant wall that blocks out all his emotions, to never hint at how he felt. I can see his strong, masculine body, with toned muscles obtained from such hard work, all topped off with his black hair perfectly spiked up...
I can't believe this.
I'm falling in love with Vegeta.
Vegeta's POV
I dragged myself on the dirty, muddy road. The rain hit me and wouldn't stop. It was so hard; it felt like knives pricking my back. How long have I been here walking aimlessly? I don't know.
I feel like my Saiyan pride is diminishing. My ego still remains the size of my body, but I feel I can keep it up no longer. What good is it to have pride and not share it with one's true love?
Pity.
No one loves me. My short temper and monster-sized ego can't satisfy a woman. I am feared and cursed at. Is it my fault? I've had a father who deserted and isolated me way back when I was still a little boy, on the brink of puberty...My mother? I know nothing of her. Sometimes I muster up thoughts about how she would have looked like...She probably had huge, beautiful gleaming black eyes, shining with pride as I made my way into the world...How she breathed her last breathe as her strenuous labor came to an end... Sometimes I wonder if she ever regretted it, for I was the pathetic reason she died...
My father never considered me as someone to love. I was nothing to him but an heir that was to take his throne when he passed away. I remember when I was last with him...I was probably at the age of ten or eleven, and my sword and shield were equipped. Freiza had taken over my father's kingdom, and he enslaved some of its people, and brutally massacred the rest. Before Freiza kidnapped me, my father looked at me with disgust in his eyes as we parted...
"You are a pitiful excuse for a Saiyan. You were to uphold the title of the Prince of the Saiyans, and you could not do that. Our Saiyan race has come to an end. You are the last and final generation of our almost extinct race, for I believe you have ruined everything. I will never encounter you after this, but I think that is appropriate. You can not believe the shame that inflicts me to call you my...son..." With those words, he died by a blast from Frieza.
I punched the tree, next to the road, in fury. I made a hole right through it. My eyes started stinging with hot tears. Surprised, I reached up my hand and touched the tear that had rolled down my cheek. I put my finger to my tongue and tasted my tear. The liquid was really salty and melted in my mouth. Is this what crying is like? As soon as it had come, my crying had left.
I have an outer barrier that blocks out all my emotions. It is very rare when it would slightly open a tiny crevice. Like it did just now.
I sighed and looked up at the gray clouds. The rain splashed against my face. It felt refreshing. But not for very long. I thought of Kakarote. He is the reason I am walking around like a stupid child. Since the day I had met him, he had always been a step ahead of me. Always. He disgraced my pride. I am the Prince of the Saiyans. He, who was just an abandoned child, taken into the hands of a wise, old man, seems to have taken over my title.
What more is left for me? What else do I have to live for?
A glimpse of light caught my eye. I turned into its direction and my eyes fell upon a small house...A very familiar small house...
Bulma. There she was, sitting on her couch, and staring out her window as the light around her flooded onto the outside world.
How could one woman posses such beauty?
I held my breath. For an odd reason, I didn't want to move a muscle. I didn't want to stir the woman's peaceful grace... I felt my heart flutter. I couldn't quite breathe that well...What was wrong with me?
Bulma looked so sad and lonely...All I wanted to do was go over there and embrace her in my arms, and let her feel flooded with safety...
But no. That could never happen.
One thing I have learned of as being a warrior is to never fall in love. It inflicts so much more pain...
It goes like this...A warrior meets a beautiful woman, they fall in love, and swear eternal love to each other. Then, the brave warrior is called into battle. What if the warrior dies in battle? His poor lover would have to live her life in such aching sorrow...It is quite impossible to keep up a relationship like that. That is one of the brutal consequences of giving yourself to protect the lives of others.
It is the way of the cruel world...
I have no one to love, and more importantly, no one to love me back.
No one who could EVER love me back...
Then why do I deserve to live in agony like this?...
Why do I need to live?
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A/NSoOoOoOoOo....how was it?!?
now dat uve read it, review it
ill rite more ASAP
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in DragonBall Z/GT. I think Funimation owns all of it. *sigh* too bad...
Please r/r!! give me compliments, flames, or more ideas.
-lots of luv
*This story is written from Bulma and Vegeta's Point of View (POV).
Now here it is. enjoy~
Troubled Love
Chapter 1~ Troubled Wanderers
Bulma's POV
I was startled to hear how loud my sigh was. I was sitting at my favorite spot, the couch by the window. My head was rested on my arms and I watched the heavy rain pour outside. The rain had started so long ago...But I just love rainy days. Anything can happen. The world seemed to grow darker, and it was still in the afternoon. A strand of my sea-blue hair fell into my eyes. I brushed it away, and gently tucked it behind my ear.
All alone in my house again. Why aren't my parents here? Maybe because they don't give a shit about me. My mother acts like she's a still a teenage girl. Whenever I need to talk to her, mother to daughter, it sometimes seems I'm more mature then her. I wish she would snap out of it. She's always at the bar, flirting with one guy or the other.
Poor dad.
He's so clueless since his face is always behind some new invention. All he cares about is his worldwide company, Capsule Corp. He doesn't want to stop inventing, for then he'll lose his majestic title and his loads of money. So power hungry...
I felt a shiver run down my spine. My teeth chattered. I grew amazingly cold. A small tear escaped the corner of my eye. I quickly wiped it away, though there was no one in sight.
I hate my life. It was missing something...Besides caring parents. It was missing...Someone special. I want someone in my life...Someone to keep me warm in front of a blazing fire...Someone to hold me tight when my tears and emotions come flooding out...Someone who likes me for me. I shivered uncontrollably...What's wrong with me?
Suddenly, a great veil of warmth seized hold of my body. What was it?...Or better yet...Who was it? His dark black eyes emerged in my mind. I can almost see the ignorant wall that blocks out all his emotions, to never hint at how he felt. I can see his strong, masculine body, with toned muscles obtained from such hard work, all topped off with his black hair perfectly spiked up...
I can't believe this.
I'm falling in love with Vegeta.
Vegeta's POV
I dragged myself on the dirty, muddy road. The rain hit me and wouldn't stop. It was so hard; it felt like knives pricking my back. How long have I been here walking aimlessly? I don't know.
I feel like my Saiyan pride is diminishing. My ego still remains the size of my body, but I feel I can keep it up no longer. What good is it to have pride and not share it with one's true love?
Pity.
No one loves me. My short temper and monster-sized ego can't satisfy a woman. I am feared and cursed at. Is it my fault? I've had a father who deserted and isolated me way back when I was still a little boy, on the brink of puberty...My mother? I know nothing of her. Sometimes I muster up thoughts about how she would have looked like...She probably had huge, beautiful gleaming black eyes, shining with pride as I made my way into the world...How she breathed her last breathe as her strenuous labor came to an end... Sometimes I wonder if she ever regretted it, for I was the pathetic reason she died...
My father never considered me as someone to love. I was nothing to him but an heir that was to take his throne when he passed away. I remember when I was last with him...I was probably at the age of ten or eleven, and my sword and shield were equipped. Freiza had taken over my father's kingdom, and he enslaved some of its people, and brutally massacred the rest. Before Freiza kidnapped me, my father looked at me with disgust in his eyes as we parted...
"You are a pitiful excuse for a Saiyan. You were to uphold the title of the Prince of the Saiyans, and you could not do that. Our Saiyan race has come to an end. You are the last and final generation of our almost extinct race, for I believe you have ruined everything. I will never encounter you after this, but I think that is appropriate. You can not believe the shame that inflicts me to call you my...son..." With those words, he died by a blast from Frieza.
I punched the tree, next to the road, in fury. I made a hole right through it. My eyes started stinging with hot tears. Surprised, I reached up my hand and touched the tear that had rolled down my cheek. I put my finger to my tongue and tasted my tear. The liquid was really salty and melted in my mouth. Is this what crying is like? As soon as it had come, my crying had left.
I have an outer barrier that blocks out all my emotions. It is very rare when it would slightly open a tiny crevice. Like it did just now.
I sighed and looked up at the gray clouds. The rain splashed against my face. It felt refreshing. But not for very long. I thought of Kakarote. He is the reason I am walking around like a stupid child. Since the day I had met him, he had always been a step ahead of me. Always. He disgraced my pride. I am the Prince of the Saiyans. He, who was just an abandoned child, taken into the hands of a wise, old man, seems to have taken over my title.
What more is left for me? What else do I have to live for?
A glimpse of light caught my eye. I turned into its direction and my eyes fell upon a small house...A very familiar small house...
Bulma. There she was, sitting on her couch, and staring out her window as the light around her flooded onto the outside world.
How could one woman posses such beauty?
I held my breath. For an odd reason, I didn't want to move a muscle. I didn't want to stir the woman's peaceful grace... I felt my heart flutter. I couldn't quite breathe that well...What was wrong with me?
Bulma looked so sad and lonely...All I wanted to do was go over there and embrace her in my arms, and let her feel flooded with safety...
But no. That could never happen.
One thing I have learned of as being a warrior is to never fall in love. It inflicts so much more pain...
It goes like this...A warrior meets a beautiful woman, they fall in love, and swear eternal love to each other. Then, the brave warrior is called into battle. What if the warrior dies in battle? His poor lover would have to live her life in such aching sorrow...It is quite impossible to keep up a relationship like that. That is one of the brutal consequences of giving yourself to protect the lives of others.
It is the way of the cruel world...
I have no one to love, and more importantly, no one to love me back.
No one who could EVER love me back...
Then why do I deserve to live in agony like this?...
Why do I need to live?
~~~.~~~.~~~.~~~~.~~~~.~~~~.~~~~
A/NSoOoOoOoOo....how was it?!?
now dat uve read it, review it
ill rite more ASAP
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in DragonBall Z/GT. I think Funimation owns all of it. *sigh* too bad...