End It On This
                                                                              By: Pinky-Rose
 

You see in the past I had a dream
A fantasy
I thought that we would last
Become a little family
Then one, two, three, four
The years were flying by
They soared
And it's my gut feeling
It's not happening for me, so…

     Bulma watched as Vegeta trained in the gravity room made for him by her father. His well angled face held a look of egotistical pride, consternation, and absolute pleasure. His strong biceps flexed as he punched again at the translucent partner he saw with only his eyes. He defied gravity by going up to 100g’s and still be able to kick and punch with the vitality he held. His hair swayed freely now, this gravity would never push it down. She watched as growls and teeth escaped his mouth every once in a while, to heighten his powerful ability. Is trying to beat Goku all he can think about? Or is there something there that could be questioned? Bulma thought. This man, no—this Saiyan-jin was hiding something. Something that he didn't want to admit.

    She still remembered how he held her after that horrible fight she had with her life's love, Yamucha. He was the man that she fell in love with, and now he was gone. FOREVER. The thought had clouted her mind at that time and sobbing tears had racked her defensive body who was not exactly immune to such volatile emotion. But there was Vegeta, scowling at her and complaining that the loud racket had disturbed his damn training. All she did was cry and wish that all that had happened would be an ugly dream and that she could just wake up and still find Yamucha there, hugging her and telling her that the nightmare she had would never happen. But that was a dream in itself.  And the irony was that the person that ended up comforting her was the man who had the egotistical pride of a prince and the heart of a cold-blooded killer. He had stepped out, soothed his voice, asked her to be quiet, and then hugged her. Roughly maybe, but comforting just the same. And now, total ignorance and the chance to avoid was all there was in store for the dwindling relationship of Vegeta and Bulma.

    Bulma sighed as she stepped out of the dark shadows of a hollow corner and took the sweated clothes that lay on the ground. One of the items was a large white shirt with the words “ BADMAN” written in the back. She smiled as she remembered the look on his face when she handed it to him. It was a look of pure misunderstanding and strangeness. She had smiled and he had glared at her with those coal black eyes of his. She then had retreated to her room, but in the corner of her eye, she saw him slowly place the shirt on with pride. Knew he'd like it, she thought back then. Soon, she had to prepare for the biggest, most horrible fight she ever had with this alien.

     ****

Lets end it on this
Give me on last kiss
Lets send it on this
Lets end it on this

     He instinctively turned of the gravity meter at 120g’s. He was far off from ever reaching Super-Saiyan 1, but the training that he was doing was helping him to release all anger and rage inside of him. But that didn't mean that he didn't have any left. He walked out, a fresh layer of beaded sweat all over his body. He didn't wear a shirt, it was too hot in there for one, and it stuck to him, making him think of other things. He wore tight black pants, and those infamous gold tipped boots that he had. His hair still stuck up in its usual way, but a little to the right for effect. He panted quietly before realizing that he was hungry. Walking to the kitchen he realized that the house was way to quiet. Too quiet for even him to bear. As he walked into the kitchen, he was met by Bulma reading a book written on special technology for ships. She looked up at him with her usual blue eyes.

     “ How'd the training go?” she asked while reading. Vegeta was raiding the fridge by that time and didn't bother to look up.

    “ Why do you care?” was the answer that came to her. Bulma felt indignant by this time, but she knew that the Proud Prince of the Saiyans had social problems and people skills that she even couldn't fix. He “humphed” and went back to the fridge. She was busy reading, when she realized that her apple was eaten by this time.

    “ Hand me a fresh apple!” she shouted at him. Vegeta’s perfect shaped widow's peak stared at her while she waited. He closed the fridge and looked at her. He was loaded with ham, bread, mayonnaise, and various other things.

    “ No,” he said before setting the things down on the counter. She growled in her breath before standing up and doing it herself. She soon saw that she had enough things to make a good smoothie. Setting the things down on her side of the counter, she began peeling things and taking the blender out. He watched her with boredom while eating a sloppy sandwich.

    She felt him staring at her. Those damn eyes of his were the kind that burned into her skin and left a permanent mark just to show how much he looked at her. Right now, she was burning.

    “ What?!” she screamed at him finally. He looked up from staring at her and smirked his princely way.

    “ Nothing. See, you're drinking again,” he said while she sipped her fresh smoothie. Bulma had already walked over to the table with an apple cut into sections. She looked up at him with a mad glance before taking the tip of her apple, putting it into her mouth, and then biting it off viciously.

    “ I am not drinking, baka! Its a virgin smoothie. Kuso!” she said. He looked at her with the same coal eyes, not a trace of possible anger. She turned around and spoke again.

    “ What the hell do you care, O Proud Prince of the Saiyans? At least I know that something good is going to come out of my life. You are too busy enraging yourself, trying to beat Goku, when you donut even know his level! That's just clever,” she said at the end with sarcasm. She soon felt his quiet footsteps to intersect, though.

    “ Oh, really woman? I am an elite warrior. He's probably no better than me right now, just like you actually think that your life will be something.” A small laugh escaped his mouth as he began to walk to the gravity room.

You see it's hard to face
The addict inside of me
I want to fill my glass up
With you constantly
I've been here before
But I've never ever felt this sure
And now I know I've been dreaming
And your actions
Have inspired me, so…

    “ You think so, baka yaro?” she screamed at him.  He turned around and glared at her with fierce intensity. She stood up from her chair and walked up to him, close enough that their noses met.

    “ You're pathetic,” she said finally. She moved back to the counter and sat down again, eating her apple. Vegeta went to the back of her chair and twirled her around. His angles showed with the anger that he wanted to express so sincerely. And he was.

    “ I'm pathetic? At least I'm not mopping around like a dog for that hopeless Yamucha!” he screamed at her. Bulma was taken back at being compared to a dog. Her upper lip began quivering, but she would not let this bastard see her cry.

    “ At least he's good! What are you? You are just so damn—you know what? Forget it. I know that one day Ill get married to a good man, Ill be rich, and have two children. You will just be a worthless nobody, like now.” She felt happy because she gotten back at him. His face was changing into rage instead of anger, but she would stand up to him.

    “ YOU WILL NEVER MARRY!” he shouted at her before stamping his foot. “ Yeah, maybe if the guy feels pity for you, but what then? You're the one who is pathetic, woman! You're hopes and dreams are the last things that are important right now! Where is your pride, huh? Oh, I forgot, you don't have any. Calling Yamucha a good man. I've heard he's too busy clubbing and checking out girls to even care about you! So who's pathetic now?” he shouted at her. Bulma moved back and her eyes were about to shed tears. He scoffed at her and began to move back into the gravity room.

    “ Bastard! At least I am not a loser!” she said before standing up and walking up to him. Tapping his shoulder, she made him look at her.

    “ Who's the loser? You?” he asked with a smirk. She was fuming by this time and her silence was maddening.

    “ No! You are. You are a simple accident Vegeta. You were not meant to be here. You were supposed to stay dead with the rest of the evil in the world. You are cruel, conniving, and evil. You cant even repay kindness by shutting up, no—you have to say something. Accidents like you should never, never be trifled with, you might just bite off the hand who feeds you. Your parents should have never brought you in the world! You are a disappointment, an accident, and a worthless alien who has no home, no love, and no friendship. Along with that, I will make sure that you have no family, because they should know what evil has been brought into the world by accident.  I pity you, I really do.” Vegeta looked shocked. His eyes widened to the fullest and his pupils dilated. He moved back and took the blow quietly. How dare she! How can someone so beautiful be so venomous? Inside, his heart was being hurt, but he couldn't show it. He knew that it was an accident, but for her to make it so obvious? He shook his head slowly and looked straight at her with a fierce glare, bared teeth, and evil intentions.

    “ You know, you are a burden. And you know what I do with burdens? I dispose of them.”  He moved a few steps forward and looked at her closely. She was sweating, her eyes were on the verge of tears, and she wanted to kill him. Shock soon hit her when she got the full meaning of “dispose.” She was scared, but to walk away would only prove that she was a coward and full of nothing. A tear crept out of her eye, but she wiped it off furiously.

    “ Really?” she said with sarcasm. Here we go again… “ Well go ahead. Dispose of me. Show once again that you are a cold-blooded killer, cruel and merciless. Go ahead and dispose of the one person who didn't give up on you, baka yaro. Do this and you will have my life on you hands and that will not help you any. Kill me! I dare you to prove that you are not worth saving, that you are an accident, and that evil will always rule you.” While she was saying this, she approached Vegeta with open arms that had a shot to her heart clear as day. But when he didn't move anything, she walked up to him and said these things in his face. Once again shock hit him.

    You will never get to me… he thought as he looked into her eyes. You have no right to do this. No right! he thought as he looked at her.

    “ Maybe I will! You are not needed in the human race and your mother can have more children. But you? Maybe I will dispose of you, stupid woman.” Her eyes widened in fear, but she kept her heart open.

    “ Go ahead, killer,” she whispered slowly. You damn jerk!You don't even know how much I love you!  she thought as she looked into his eyes. They weren't normal; hatred mixed with anger played in them. She waited for the oncoming blow, but it didn't come. She had closed her eyes to make it quick, and now she opened them. There he was, his hands prepared for a powerful ki blast, but his eyes were downcast and his hair covered his face. Bulma put her hands down and walked up to him. His eyes were still down, but he put down his hands. She approached him, and tried to touch him. He avoided her touch angrily, but she would not. He began moving out the room, before she spoke.

    “ Don't you dare leave me here,” she said as she kneeled on the ground and looked at him walk away. He turned around and his eyes shocked her. They were so sad, so convincing, but so gentle. She twisted her mouth in different ways to stop the oncoming flow of tears.

    “ You have no love, Vegeta. You are the way you are because you grew up in an environment that demanded so much of you. You are just so damn fragile and—“ She was stopped by a loud growl.

    “ No,” he growled out. “ I am not fragile. You know nothing of me. I will train harder, turn Super Saiyan, rule this fucking planet, and then I'll blow it up! And you will be in it.” He looked away from her and began to walk away. He saw the basket by the door, picked up the “ BADMAN” shirt and walked to the gravity room. He turned to glance at her, but she was busy crying on the ground.

     “ You are the only one who can stop me,” he whispered to himself. He entered the room and put the gravity meter to 150g’s.

    “ I love you so much,” Bulma said to herself, low enough that he wouldn't hear. “ So much.”

Chorus:

I open up, you ignore me
You are not the same at all
And if I could turn back
The pages of time
Id rewrite your point of view

Washed up on the shore
Given one last chance
To try some more
But I'm tired, I'm freezing
Let's stop and call it history
-- END IT ON THIS

     Fin
 

Disclaimer: Dragonball/Z/GT does not belong to me. Various other people own it, and being poor as hell, it will not help me if you sue. “ End it on this” is not my song, it belongs to No Doubt. 1995, Trauma Records