Dear BulmaDear Bulma,
Move on. Never stay in the past, time moves on and so did I.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
That's what I lived by all my life and it served me well. My walls were up, and my mask was on. No one could penetrate me, no one could break me. I loved every minute of it. I loved to strike fear into everyone I passed.I vowed to make every single being I encountered suffer and feel one tenth the pain I felt my entire life. The fear I had bottled up inside me ever since I was a boy. I died a little inside every day until one day my heart turned to stone. I felt nothing. No fear, no pain, no heartache. Nothing.
Then I got to know you. At first I just found you to be annoying, stuck up, and obnoxious. I wanted nothing to do with you, the less contact with you the better. Until the day I saw Scar Face kiss you. Something inside me stirred and made me sick to my core. I pushed it aside though and moved on. Because that's all I've ever done. Moved on and never looked back
Funeral. GxVGoku stared at the grave of Vegeta, his fellow saiyan. There was a ceremony going on for him, but Goku couldnt hear it, couldnt hear any of it. His mind was busy with thoughts of his prince, the prince he had planned to make a life with. They had planned so much together, and now Vegeta was really gone. Gone for good.
No one had noticed that Vegeta had seemed different lately; nobody cared enough to look very close. But Goku had spotted it. There had definitely been something wrong with the older man. He had tried to ask Vegeta what was wrong, but the proud Prince denied that anything was amiss, saying that Kakarott was just being paranoid. Goku had decided to leave the situation alone, at least for now. He really liked the prince and, after one late night, knew that the prince had feelings for him as well....
Their sparring match had accidentally turned into a make out session. They hadnt gone far, just a few touches and kisses and (in Vegetas case)
Along my pathFor as long as I could remember, I have loved the beautiful Capsule Corp. heiress known as Bulma Briefs. She had gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled whenever she was happy, but they could turn from sweet and sugary one moment to raging mad the next. Her hair was a lovely shade of aqua, and I just wanted to run my fingers through those long locks.
I met her many years back in the desert when I was just a teenage bandit and ultimately we became a couple. Unfortunately, we broke up; part of the problem was myself, but, although she would never admit it, her own actions had led to our break up too.
After this, I tried to get her attention once more but after facing and being killed by some evil aliens called the Saiyans, I was split from the woman of my dreams for quite a while. Luckily though, after a long hard battle on a planet called Namek by an Earth raised Saiyan, Goku, against the evil tyrant, Frieza, I was wished back to life and could once more try and win her love back.
That was whe