Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Wasn't Ready Then ❯ Fallin' ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all! Dragonball Z is property of Akira Toriyama and Alicia Keys is property of . . . well . . . Alicia Keys, I guess.

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Bulma let a smile creep across her face as she heard the familiar, comfortable strains of violin that could only be identified as Alicia Keys. She settled deeper into the bubbling foam and thought about Vegeta.

I keep on fallin'
In and out of love
With you
Sometimes I love ya
Sometimes u make me blue
Sometimes I feel good
At times I feel used
Lovin you darlin'
Makes me so confused

Bulma suddenly felt as if the song was meant for her. Vegeta could be so selfish, rude, and self-centered, but he could also be kind, protective, and even lovable. His complex emotions and fears of feelings confused her, to say the least. The way he hid from whatever could make him feel anything was possibly the most inexplicable thing she had ever encountered. And slowly, uncertainly, she had been realizing all day that she did love him.

I keep on
Fallin'
In and out of love with you
I never loved someone
The way that I love you

Oh, oh , I never felt this way
How do you give me so much pleasure
And cause me so much pain
Just when I think
I've taken more than would a fool
I start fallin' back in love with you

She couldn't think of a time when she had felt this way about anyone. She had thought that her feelings for Yamcha had been love, but that had probably just been her rationalization for the way she was throwing herself at him, her need to be needed. Her feelings for Vegeta were much more complex . . . she couldn't live with him, and now she couldn't live without him. His arrogance was almost to the point of intolerance, yet she thrived on his confidence and his self - impression. And whenever they had a fight, and Bulma felt as though she could just leave, and not give a damn, she found herself thinking about how he would fell without her, if he would miss her.

Bulma let the repeated verses and refrains wash over her like the cooling water. It felt good to admit to herself that although she, on the outside, hated him, she truly did love him. But what to do about it? She couldn't just shed her frustration with him and jump into his arms, let him carry her off into wherever he wanted to, could she? Just because she loved him doesn't mean that she trusted him, does it?

Bulma continued her mental argument with herself as the CD skipped to the next track.