Chapter 17: Bulma
It went on like that for a long time. The only thing I was confused about now was why. Something inside me kept telling me that I loved him, but why now? He was so mean to me but somehow I still begged for something back. Maybe I was just desperate for something to hang onto. It's not only my heart but my body too. I give in to him a lot easier and sometimes he seems happy but he still hurts me and he still doesn't care. It was silly to think that he would give me something back if I gave something to him.
My daughter is now three and craves attention from her father but he's never around us much. He has been leaving frequently this year and I can't help but feel lonely and empty. I've been empty since I got here but now it's just coming back. He takes his child with him and I keep mine.
Every week that they are gone we get presents sent to us. They were from him of course but I was surprised as ever. My daughter was happy with the gifts but she was with most things if not everything.
Even though he sends gifts he never sends letters or messages, it reminds me of me. I know I've neglected my sister, so I decide that I will write to my sister for the first time. The pen shakes in my hand as I move through her name. What am I suppose to write? What is there to say?
As I finish my letter my daughter's at leg. She pulls on me to let me know she's tired so I put her to bed and decide to get ready myself. The mirror catches my attention as I go by. The reflection was almost gone, the girl was nearly gone but who was she? Certainly not the girl I thought it was no she was not me. But I went anyway a reflection means nothing anymore.
On the morning my husband came home a servant helped me get ready. She woke me up early and bathed me. This was to get ready to meet him as if I've never seen him before. The whole time she was working all I could think about was sleeping. It was the young servant who was doing my hair, she'd pull it and then apologize all through the morning.
When she was finished I walked downstairs and saw them standing in the doorway. My daughter met me with help from a servant. Vegeta just looked at me and I starred back. He didn't look away and our eyes were locked in each other.