Well, you people should know by now that I can't keep away from DBZ fics for long. And especially Bulma and Vegeta ones, and that's just what this is, though it's something that I don't think is on this site. It might be, but I've never come across it. The idea struck me one day in class and I just had to try it out :) Let me know what you think.
How did I get myself into this? What was I thinking? When was it ever a good idea to do something so awful?
For too long I've been trying to blame it on something other than myself. My job and all the stress that goes along with it; my close relationships with my friends; the pressure to invent new things and gain more patents. In the end I know that I'm the only reason that any of this happened. I was too weak to stand my ground, too weak to just say what was on my mind. And now—
Now I have more problems than I had to begin with. Deep, hollow problems that I can go to no one with. I live each moment in my own personal hell, but, at the same time, I don't think there was a time I was ever happier. Its single moments plucked out of thousands and compounded into my memory as one entity of happiness. When I'm so completely overcome with pain and fear, I curl myself in a ball in bed and recount the moments of happiness, praying that they won't ever end.
But their end would mean an end to the pain, an end to the secrets.
How can I tell them, my friends and family, what I've done? I want so much out of life, and I have a glimpse of that but it's at a price, and I'm beginning to doubt if that price is worth it all. Should a person be allowed to feel these things day in and day out? Should I have to live in a state of perpetual paranoia? Why can't I just tell them?
But I already know the answer to that. They expect so much more from me, as I expect so much from myself. If my secret were to come out it would mean an end to their perception of me and then none of this would be worth it and all I would have was the pain and the tears and the endless nights of sleeplessness.
At least now, with my life as it is, secrets and all, I have that small bit of happiness. The moments are few and far between, though they have increased over time, but they are all that I have right now.
"Bulma?"
I looked up from what I was reading, one of the many science journals I have subscriptions to. He smiled almost sadly down at me, his messy black hair even messier from his visit to the gym.
"Yeah?"
"I thought you were working late tonight. What if I had brought my mistress here and you walked in on us? That would have been so awkward."
I laughed beside my mood. There was no need to bring him down with me.
"I love you," I said, then add, wrinkling my nose, "but you need a shower before you come anywhere near me."
He obliged without the slightly hesitation. He knew he smelled, and the hot water would to wonders to soothe his aching, strained muscles.
But no amount of pampering could soothe my conscience.
I am a liar.
I have lied to him, to everyone.
And I love him.
I know, not much of a first chapter, but it gets the point across. Obviously it's a first person POV from Bulma's perspective (and no that's not the thing that is weird about it, you'll find out in chapter two).
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Next time: Time is rewound and we get a glimpse at how Bulma got herself into such a bind. The bind itself will take some time to be revealed :P
P.S. I know I have other B/V fics going on right now that are unfinished, but I have severe writer's block on them, so I decided to offer a new fic to hold you over until I can figure out where to go with the other fics. Please don't hate me:P
