Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Lyrics ❯ Path Of Thorns ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer.don't own Dragonball Z, Don't own ether Bulma or Vegeta, though I'd love to own Vegeta ~ Grrrrrrrrrrrooowwwllll~ hehehe, anyway onto the first chappy.... oh and please review, please, please, please......... oh and these chapters take place in those pesky three years before the androids come and after the battle with Cell. This story is PG-13 at the moment but there will be some R chapters. I'll warn ya when ya get to them Oh, another thing," "The Path of Thorns(Terms of Endearment)" is by Sarah Maclachlan.

The Path Of Thorns

By WeaverOfDreams (aka the short chick wit' glasses)

~this denotes lyrics~

*this denotes inner thoughts*

That was it, she couldn't stand it anymore. Bulma Briefs, heir to the Capsule Corporation, had finally had enough. she knew this day would be coming but she didn't think it would be now. she had enough problems to worry about. Investors, her new inventions, that....Monkey.. stalking about her house, bitching and complaining about every little thing. If he wasn't bitching , he would be insulting. Sometimes she wondered if she had a brief lapse of sanity when she offered him a place to stay. He should be grateful. He was the one that wanted to destroy her planet and her friends. He should be down on his knees thanking the lucky stars she even gave him a bed to lay on. Yeah... that would be the day.

~I knew you wanted to tell me

In your voice there was something wrong

But if you would turn your face away from me

You cannot tell me you're so strong~

Now, as she made her way down the steps, her mind was churning. She had to do it today. It was tearing at her. With a heavy sigh, she knew what would be waiting for her when she got down to the kitchen. One very hungry, very pissed off Saiyjin. Not that she cared, mind you. On a normal day, she would have matched him insult for insult. One would almost think that the monkey prince got some sadistic pleasure out of making her life a living hell. Well, one good turn deserved another, and Bulma Briefs would not be insulted without some retribution

Bracing herself, she pushed open the door that led to the kitchen. Sure enough, there he was. Arms crossed, sitting at the table. His perpetual scowl was even deeper this morning for some reason. Oddly enough, he didn't even notice she was there, like he was deep in thought. she took that moment to look him over. she had to admit he was quite handsome, in a rugged, dark sort of way. Flaming black hair with just a hint of redish brown in certain lights, deep onyx eyes, straight roman nose, all the classical features of aristocracy. He was wearing his training gear, which consisted of some type of dark blue spandex-like material in a full body suit leaving only his arms, neck and shoulders bare, a pair of white gloves and a pair of gold tipped boots.

* Damn that man, why does he have to look so handsome? Whu... that the hell am I thinking? This is Vegeta for Kamesake. The short, egoistical pain in my ass.* Bulma thought, frowning slightly* But he is cute~*

" Woman, how do you humans say it? Take a picture , it will last longer?" Vegeta spoke suddenly, snapping Bulma out of her trance. There was now a smirk on his lips to match the dark scowl on his brow. his eyes looking right into her's. Bulma fumed instantly, being caught watching the prince. A slight blush crept into her cheeks. Sometimes she wished she was as strong as Goku so she could wipe that smirk off the prince's face.

*Hmm, wonder where that dragonball radar is?* she thought a very evil smirk forming on her lips, one that might almost match Vegeta's* Nah, too much effort~*

"Well, your highness, I was just wondering that if I stared into your ear, would I see the other side 'cause you clearly have no brains, staring off into space like that!" Bulma screeched, walking past the prince to the fridge.

" Onna, if I was staring dumbly into space, it's because your sheer ugliness made me momentarily stupid." Vegeta said , the smirk still in place," now where's my food?"

"In the fridge, where It'll stay till you get off your lazy ass and make yourself your own breakfast!" Bulma replied, opening the fridge door and taking an apple out. she wiped it on her shirt and was just about to bite into when it was snatched out of her hand. A second later she heard the crunching sound of someone biting into said pilfered apple.

Feeling the rage build, she looked at the prince who was happily taking huge bites out of the apple, finishing it in a few seconds. He then tossed the core towards her, which she caught.

" Now if you don't want even bit of food you take to be snatched from you, I'd suggest you make me breakfast." Vegeta said licking his lips free of apple juice.

" You jerk , that was my apple." Bulma raged tossing the core back at him, which , to her fury, he caught deftly.

" You're free to go get it if you want it so badly." His smirk grew a bit wider as he got up and tossed the core into the garbage.

Kame, she didn't need this today. She was not going to have two arguments today. With a sigh, she made her way back to the fridge and took out two cartons of eggs, whole package of bacon, and a whole pack of hash browns. Walking back to the stove, she placed all the food down and grabbed a few large frying pans. Then she went to work cooking up the Prince's breakfast.

Vegeta frowned. He was waiting for her anger, her rage at being ordered around and insulted. He knew she still had a lot of fight left in her, but there she was cooking his food. Not that he minded or cared. She was doing what he told her to do which was how it should be. Still, he was looking for a better fight then that. His daily verbal spars with the blue haired woman were one of the things he looked forward to. No, this would not sit well at all. Time to hit one of her buttons.

" Well woman, you don't seem all that thrilled about this day? What, no date with that weakling? Or did you catch him yet again with another woman? You are truly pathetic if you can't see that he doesn't love you, you're much too ugly to be found attractive to anyone, including that weak excuse for a warrior. You should just give up." He sneered at her back, waiting for the blow-up. It never came.

~Just let me ask of you one small thing

As we have shed so many tears

With fervor our dreams we planned our whole lifelong

Now are scattered on the wind.~

Bulma remained there, cooking his food, placing it on plates and then placing the plates before him. He go a good look at her eyes. He was expecting tears, rage, not the emptiness he saw in those now dull blue depths. He frowned. * what the hell was this then?* He thought watching her leave the kitchen.

"You're right Vegeta, I should just give up." she said simply and then walked away back up to her room.

This left the Prince with the food in front of him, eyes looking to the space where Bulma had been. * Foolish Onna* He thought with a grunt and a scowl a tiny feeling of guilt flicking in his head.* Bah, if the woman wishes to be miserable, who am I to stop her? Hell why should I even care?* with that thought , the Prince dug into his food.

Upstairs, in her bedroom, Bulma looked at the phone for the longest time. She knew she had to call him. It was down to it. She couldn't live this way any longer. If she had to live the rest of her life as a single woman, so be it, but she would not put up with this any longer. This was more serious then their previous one week breaks every time she caught him with another woman. This time, she meant it

~In the terms of endearment

In the terms of the life that you love

In the terms of the years that pass you by

In the terms of the reasons why~

With a shaking hand, she picked up the receiver and then dialed Yamcha's number. she waited. three rings went in till the only end picked up. She wasn't at all surprised when a female voice answered.

" Yeah, hello?" The highly bubbly, highly feminine voice asked on the other end.

Bulma mentally sighed. Now if only she sounded like that, maybe Yamcha would want her. Jerk.

~Through the years I"ve grown to love you

Though your commitment to most would offend

But I stuck by you holding on with my foolish pride

Waiting for you to give in.~

" Yes, is Yamcha there please?" Bulma asked, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible,she couldn't take her rage out on some unsuspecting woman.

"Yeah Hun, one sec." the voice said. Off the phone she heard the woman call out" Yamkins , it's for you."then she came back on the phone." he'll be one minute doll."

" Thank you."Bulma then waited for 'Yamkins' to get onto the phone. She got her wish one minute later.

"Talk to me." His voice filled the phone. Bulma's eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth.

"Hello Yamkins." she said, her voice sticky sweet with false emotion

"Uh... Bulma? Umm, ahh, i can explain." Yamcha stuttered

"I'm sure you can Yamcha. I was phoning to tell you that it's over and now that I see your with another woman, yet again, it makes this decision all the more right. You've cheated on me , lied to me about it and tried to cover it up. And like a fool, I took you back, every single time. It's not going to happen this time. I've made up my mind. Maybe, someday, we'll be friends, but that's all we'll ever be from now on. You can't try and bribe me, or guilt me into taking you back again, Yamcha. I mean it this time. We're over." Bulma said, amazed that she kept her voice calm.

~You never really tried or so it seems

I've had much more then myself to blame

I've had enough of trying everything

And this time it is the end.~

" So, there's no point in me saying anything is there?" Yamcha said, sounding quite defeated." I did love you Bulma, I really did, but it just wasn't enough. I'm sorry."

"I know, Yamcha, and the sad thing is, this time, I know you mean it." Bulma said, all the fight gone out of her."Good-bye, Yamcha."

"Good-bye Bulma." He said with a clear finality. With that, she hung up.

~In the terms of endearment

in the terms of the life that you love

In the terms of the years that pass you by

In the terms of the reason's why~

Placing the receiver back in it's cradle, she sat there. She didn't knowhow long she had sat there, staring at the phone once again. Nor did she know she was crying till she felt the cooling wetness of her tears running down her cheeks. It was over. The only man she ever loved was now out of the picture. She was alone. She lid down on the bed and cried softly, hardly making a sound.

~There's no more coming back this way

The path is overgrown and strewn with thorns

They've torn the lifeblood from your naked eyes

Cast aside to be forlorn.~

~In the terms of endearment

In the terms of the life that you love

In the terms of the years that pass you by

In the terms of the reasons why~

~Funny how it seems that all I try to do

Seemed to make no difference to you~.

Fin