Blue.
It was all around her, in her, made her. The blue was overwhelming, at first, and caused a part of me to subconsciously take a liking to the color. Not only the color, but anything in that color. Soon, the blue would catchy my eye, no matter where I was or what I was doing.
Because it reminded me of her.
The sky, the sea, a vase here, a flower there. They all turned my mind to thoughts of her, that fucking loud mouthed harpy I happened to live with.
Still live with.
Yes, I stayed with the damn woman, though even I don't really know why. I blame the damn color, causing my eyes to follow her if she so much as passes through a room.
I've even found she's given me a son, though the brat didn't inherit that blue of hers. Instead he had gained her father's LAVENDER. Not just a purple, it couldn't even be a masculine darker shade, no it was a light lavender that made me cringe.
Not so much any more, I've grown use to the damn thing with odd coloring that sometimes finds me. Annoying, just like his mother. Loud and whiny, it's almost as if I passed nothing down to the boy!
Still, he came from her blue induced beauty. I'm a father, I realize.
And she, a mother.
My mate, as I am her 'husband'. Not that I ever really married the wench, but the damn news thinks we had some kind of private ceremony thanks to some rings we wore in public...once.
She was particularly mad when my ring melted when I flared my aura...
Heh, she's smart, she created another that wouldn't melt. On a necklace that wouldn't get in the way of my fighting, small enough to hide under clothing.
My beautiful brainy blue harpy woman.
My Bulma.