A/N: My
first Vegeta/Bulma fan fiction. Well, I'm currently brainstorming another
Vegeta/Bulma fic. Well Vegeta is some bad criminal, right and Bulma is the good
cop and then Vegeta kidnaps Bulma and then a little love. When the stories out
it won't be like that nor will the summary be like that. Enjoy this story.
"I thought I loved You..."
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Bulma held back the tears; she would leave before anything could bloom. She
would show him she wasn't one to play with.
I thought I loved You...
How could he do such a thing? She had given everything, everything within' her
very heart. She did it without hesitation, and he stomped it all over it.
People had said to be in love was to feel great, but why did it hurt so much
now?
I thought I loved You...
She felt the tears started coming down and she wiped them away, her nose soon
starting stuffing up making it hard to breath. She had given herself all the
way and she wouldn't wait till she was kicked to the curve.
I thought I loved You...
Bulma ran to the to the closet, throwing the door open. She now openly let the
sobs out. She grabbed a suitcase at the top and threw it on the bed. She
grabbed the clothes in the closet and threw them on the bed.
I thought I loved You...
She snapped her suitcase open and threw the clothes in there. She didn't care
if it was unorganized; she just wanted to get out...with clothes. She went to
her bathroom, taking her toothbrush and other things that were hers and
not his. She wasn't his anymore.
I thought I loved You...
She grabbed her things, walking out of the bathroom throwing them on the floor.
She ran to her suitcase and shoved them all in one sides and went back to her
belongings on the floor, throwing them into the suitcase. She slammed it shut
she was gone and leaving.
I thought I loved You...
She picked up her cell phone and phoned someone to pick her up. She turned it
off after she was done and was about to walk out when she looked in the mirror.
What was wrong with her? She was pregnant, walking out on a relationship that
could have beautifully blooming. She would never tell anything to that bastard.
I thought I loved You...
She turned away from her image, disgusted. She walked to the door, stepping
out. She passed the laundry room and saw a glimpse of pink...his shirt. She
dropped her suitcase and slowly walked to the shirt, the shirt she had given
him but he fought her.
She never liked another color like this; he looked so handsome in it. She had
never told him that, and never would she. She grasps the shirt tightly, as if
it would just disappear with in her grasp.
I thought I loved You...
She put it up her cheek and rubbed against it, it held his scent. He rugged scent,
the scent that used to comfort her, make her feel right at home. How could he?
How could he infect her with his presence and just turn away from it all? How
could he make the best feeling into a painful memory that stung?
I thought I loved You
She hated him now. For everything he had done to her, for everything he gave her.
She hated him because he made her feel good. Hated him because he obviously
hated her. She hated...life. She wouldn't give up, now she was Bulma Briefs. A
very educated young beauty.
I thought I loved You.....
He had taken and ripped her heart. He had claimed her and forgot about her. She
had caught him with another woman. He had said he was the Prince; he could have
numerous women. She wouldn't let it happen; she would show him.
I thought You Loved Me....
She had cursed him; she let him know that she wouldn't have it. She wouldn't
take it. He could go fuck as many whores as he wanted, but she wouldn't be one
of them. Now, she was pregnant. She wanted to tell that damn bastard, so they
could raise him as a family. That would never happen, too much damage.
I thought You Loved Me....
Whether he wanted a family, or her; it wouldn't happen. It was too late. He had
stomp on her, she was just another person in the battlefield. He had a hard
time claiming her, but claim her he did. Now she knew how Young impregnated
teenagers felt. Sweet nothings...lies. Betrayal was not new to her scared heart.
First Yamcha, he opened it, now him he made it deeper.
I thought You Loved Me....
She clenched her fist, tears blinding her. How? Why? Damn!! She let out so shaky
sobs and breath uneven. She got up and walked to her suitcase, when she noticed
it was still in her hand, the shirt. She let it go and it fluttered to the
ground. She picked up her suitcase and walked to the door.
I thought You Loved Me....
She waited outside for a ride when she heard footstep and a infuriated voice.
"Where are you going, Onna?"
"Far...far away from you" Bulma struggled to say, how could she stay
cool is she thirst for his touch.
"Onna, don't tell me you are still..."
"You were unfaithful to me, and so I leave. You're just like
Yamcha..."
You're just like Yamcha...
You're just like Yamcha...
You're just like Yamcha...
You're just like Yamcha...
You're just like Yamcha...
The phrase repeated between the two lovers.
"Don't ever compare me to that Baka."
"I don't, you're already one."
Finally a car drove up and Bulma walked to the other side.
"B-B-b--but you love me..."
Bulma shook her head.
"I thought I Loved You..."
She opened the car door and stepped in. He could see through the tinted
windows she threw her suitcase in the back and hugged the driver. The car sped
off, leaving a shocked Vegeta.
All his sacrifices for her for nothing; everything was wasted, his time with
her. Their love, everything. Why did fate and destiny concoct a love that would
never bloom? Never see the light. It was a sick game and the two objects were
effected.
"I loved you, Blue-haired Onna; you failed to realize that. I thought you loved
me…"Vegeta spoke softly and flew up to the sky, never turning back.
The two lovers forever part....
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