Sweet Misery
 
 
It's funny how things end up working out. Yamcha had been cheating on her. This whole time. After ten years he cheated on her. She didn't get it.  If he really loved her why would he do such a thing? She didn't understand. After everything she had given him. Her love, her money, her home, her virginity. Why would you do something like that? When she had caught him cheating on her it was weird, at first she was angry, but after that she was really sad. After everything he had done to her it was still hard to let it go. She did love him, but if he loved her wouldn't he have been truthful? Guess ten years was too much for him. Maybe he couldn't take the stress. 
 
I was lost
And you were found
You seem to stand on solid ground
 
She probably should've been expecting this. Ten years and no ring? That was definitely a no brainer. Why didn't she see it before? How could she have been so stupid? 
"Are you still sniveling over that worthless human?" a voice grunted from the doorway. 
"What do you want, Vegeta?" Bulma asked him, the man could be such a pain in the rear. 
"You're harpy mother is out." Vegeta said looking around her room with a bored expression crystal clear on his face. He noticed that Bulma's eyes were still bloodshot from crying and the makeup still stained lines down her cheeks. She STILL looked like crap.
Bulma watched him questionably. "So…?" she asked when he didn't get her look. 
"I'm hungry," he grunted.
"What?" she said angrily. "Are you three?"
Vegeta smirked. "I think the answer to that is very noticeable." 
Her eyes scanned down his body slowly, as if sarcastically. She replied to the comment when she met his eyes again. "I see that your observations of you own body, which you undoubtedly been staring at you whole life, are correct, and that you are old enough to make your own meals. Now GO!" she shouted the last word. Vegeta didn't even flinch. 
"You make it for me." Vegeta ordered. 
"Oh…" Bulma said with a smile. "What's this? Is Vegeta admitting that he can't do something so simple?" 
 
I was weak
And you were strong
And me and my guitar,
we strummed along, oh
 
"Of coarse not! Vegeta retorted. "I just do not wish to have to do it! It is a woman's job anyway." That sexist pig!
"Now I'm REALLY not going to make anything for you! That was so sexist!" 
Vegeta smirked and walked out of the room and down the hallway to the lounge room.
And there he waited. 
About an hour later, Bulma was in her room thinking to herself when suddenly the whole house shook and there was a horrible grumbling sound. What was that?! Vegeta! 
Walking out of the room she yelled: "What have you done now!" a growl shook the house and she stumbled slightly. "Vegeta!" She made it to the lounge room, there was another rumble. "Stop that!" 
"Can't," Vegeta grunted, pointing to his stomach. "When its hungry that's what it does." He smirked. 
Growling, Bulma stamped her foot and stomped off in the direction of the kitchen. 
Vegeta had one this battle. But he would NOT win the war!
Bulma was steaming! How did he do that? Make her do something she didn't want to do! Angrily, Bulma shoved a bunch of sandwiches together. She would get him back…
However she had to admit… that was good…. Only someone like Vegeta would be able to get her to do slave work… 
 
Sweet misery you cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery you cause me
 
*
 
It was about one o'clock in the morning and Bulma was sitting on the roof of Capsule Corporation, looking up at the stars. Silently, tears fell from her eyes and fell to the concrete that supported her, but not a sound was made. It was a warm night, but somehow, inside of her it felt cold. 
A week had passed since the incident with Yamcha. A week. How could she cry so much over one person! Whenever she cried she felt so weak. Felt like openly showing what she was feeling could lead to damaging her somehow. That feeling of weakness made her want to be more like Vegeta. So emotionless. Nobody can tell what he is thinking. Invincible and invisible at the same time. 
Through the coldness of the night she felt a warm presence beside her. "What cha thinking about?" a soft voice said in her ear. 
Though he only appeared out of thin air, Bulma was not scared at her friend's new magic trick.
 
I was blind
But oh, how you could see
You saw the beauty in everything,
everything and me
 
"Nothing really," she replied in the same soft tone. 
"Doesn't look like it," Goku said as he leaned over to wipe the tears that trail down her cheeks. "Looks to me like you have something you need to talk to me about." 
"I don't really want to talk," she said stubbornly, turning her head away to look out at the gardens. 
"Come on, Bul. I know you want to…" he cheeked with a smile in his voice. But after a minute of waiting, Bulma still said nothing but tears still stained her cheeks. "You know you can always talk to me right?" Without looking at him, she nodded, determined not to show him that she was still crying. "I'm always here for you… well, except when I die…" he smiled slightly. "So, with your parent gone on a business trip, how are you and Vegeta surviving with each other?" 
At Vegeta name, Bulma's head turned. She growled slightly. "I don't want to talk about him either." 
"Now you have to tell me what he did!" he begged. 
"The bastard has been following me around all week!" she said loudly. "Just because I won't fix his bloody Gravity Sim.! He thinks that I'm just someone he can just bully around because he's stronger! Well, I'm not going to fix it! And I thought it was bad before the thing with Yamcha! But now he's on my back more often than not!" 
A few seconds of silence. 
 
I would cry
And you would smile
You'd stay with me a little while
 
"Ohh…" Goku sighed. "Bulma, did you ever think that maybe Vegeta was trying to help you forget about Yamcha."
"… I don't think I follow." 
"Well think about it. When Vegeta's around, annoying you, do you think about Yamcha at all?"
Bulma was silent as she contemplated this. After a while of silence, Goku said his goodbye quietly. 
He was right. She never had one thought on Yamcha when Vegeta was around, it was all on him. But why would Vegeta do that for her? For anyone? He heartless. 
"Maybe, he's not so heartless after all."
 
*
 
Sweet misery you cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery you cause me
 
"Good morning Vegeta!" Bulma sigh happily. 
"What are you so happy about?" Vegeta grunted as he walked into the kitchen.
"I got absolutely no sleep last night!" 
Vegeta raised a brow. "Right… So when's breakfast?"
"Just give me a minute! It'll be ready in a second!" 
This was weird. Not even when she wasn't crying over that stupid human was she this happy. 
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked him from the stove and she cooked up a storm. "When is your birthday?" 
What kind of a question was that? Hn. Idle 'chitchat' he guessed. "Why?" he grunted not really caring what the answer was. 
"Because I want to know when to get you a present!" 
 
And in my heart I see, oh
What you're doing to me
And in my heart I see, oh
Just how you wanted it to be
Sweet misery
 
"What would I need a present for?" 
"It just fun you know. Give the person a present to celebrate the day they were born."
"And why would you want to celebrate the day I was born?" 
"Well, I thought that as long as you were being nice I would be too." 
Vegeta was horrified at these words. When had he been nice? Nice!  
"So?" 
"So what?"
"When's your birthday?"
"I don't know!" 

"How could you not know?" 
"I just don't!" 
Breakfast was thumped on the table. "If you don't me to know fine!" 
 
Oh.. whoa, oh
Ohh...
Sweet misery you cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery you cause me
 
Breakfast was eaten in silence. But as the plates emptied Bulma brought up birthdays again. "You know it's Goku's birthday next week… … … are you going to say happy birthday to him? … you know, if you don't have a birthday then we should make one up for you. Hmm… let me think… you came to Earth on the 14th of April, so that's your birthday."
"Do you ever shut up?" 
In silence once again, Bulma packed up the dishes and smiled. 
 
*
 
That day Bulma decided to fix the Gravity Simulator for Vegeta while he was out sparring with Goku. And she cooked him a special dinner as well. She was in a good mood today. When Vegeta came home he grunted, showered then ate as all Saiyans do. Like a pig. But that was ok. Bulma didn't mind. At least, not for today. After dinner, Bulma pulled out a BIG cake. We're talking jumbo cake. 
"What's this for?" 
"Remember this morning when we were talking about birthdays?" She smiled. "Well, today is the 14th of April!" 
She grabbed Vegeta by the shoulders and forced him to look at her. "Happy birthday Vegeta!" she said in a proud voice before giving him a slight peck on the cheek. 
 
Sweet misery... ohh, sweet misery, ohh
Ohh... sweet misery
 
I was weak
And you were strong
And me and my guitar,
We strummed along