[When the door opens she doesn't know what to think, she really didn't expect him to still be there, to actually be waiting for her. It's so crazy. Vegeta never calls her by her name, never shows any care about how hard to swallow something might be, never asks her to go see him, never waits for her, never stays. And yet now... She's in front of a Vegeta that calls her by her name, who worries about how she's taking things, who asks her to meet him and who waits for her. How can she not believe that they are different people?
She doesn't rise immediately, surprised and feeling so emotionally tired that it's really affecting her physically, her legs feel heavy and pained. So she just looks up when the door opens, to look at him from where she's sitting on the floor.
Just as she expected he doesn't look that much older. It's noticeable, of course, but barely, nothing compared to how it would be noticeable on a human. To how it will be noticeable in her once she reaches that age, she's sure of it. Stupid saiyans and their genetics. But even so, he still looks like the Vegeta she knows. With shorter hair.
Why does he have short hair. It makes him look so... So... So much human. At the moment she's not sure if she likes it or not, sure it doesn't look bad on him but... Another difference. Yet another one for the basket that keeps getting filled. How is she supposed to believe that that is really her future when it's so terribly different from her present? Her eyes fall on his hand almost as if they had never seen a hand before but she takes it, still quiet and looking lost and tired. She lets him lead her inside and wherever he wants, but she will collapse -not sit, she literally collapses with her legs finally giving up on supporting her- as soon as there's a chair or a couch near her.
She opens her mouth to speak but... Nothing comes. She just looks at him again before looking away. Where to start? What to say? Why did she come here after all? What is there to talk about? A faint thought comes to her mind and finally she speaks, her voice tired and slightly cracked, tell-tales of how she has cried until not long ago.]
Trunks isn't born yet.
[For her. She doesn't even have Trunks yet. For her, in her time, absolutely nothing has really started. Despite her mother's comments, despite her father's approval, despite how she noticed herself gravitating towards the saiyan. Always worrying about him. Scared about him killing himself. Wishing for him to become stronger as he wished, which is a crazy thought given how he wanted to kill the man who was like a brother to her, how he could decide to kill everyone and destroy the Earth. But she still did so, enough that even Yamcha called her out on it and the fight that ensued ended with him leaving yet again to train, except that this time Bulma didn't care and actually hopped that he would never return. They weren't a couple anymore but if he was going to be so critical with Vegeta they couldn't even be friends, wasn't it? That's what she had thought as she watched him leave. Such a stupid thought. Such a stupid girl, worrying so much for a man who didn't even look at her.]
[March 16th, Action]
She doesn't rise immediately, surprised and feeling so emotionally tired that it's really affecting her physically, her legs feel heavy and pained. So she just looks up when the door opens, to look at him from where she's sitting on the floor.
Just as she expected he doesn't look that much older. It's noticeable, of course, but barely, nothing compared to how it would be noticeable on a human. To how it will be noticeable in her once she reaches that age, she's sure of it. Stupid saiyans and their genetics. But even so, he still looks like the Vegeta she knows. With shorter hair.
Why does he have short hair. It makes him look so... So... So much human. At the moment she's not sure if she likes it or not, sure it doesn't look bad on him but... Another difference. Yet another one for the basket that keeps getting filled. How is she supposed to believe that that is really her future when it's so terribly different from her present? Her eyes fall on his hand almost as if they had never seen a hand before but she takes it, still quiet and looking lost and tired. She lets him lead her inside and wherever he wants, but she will collapse -not sit, she literally collapses with her legs finally giving up on supporting her- as soon as there's a chair or a couch near her.
She opens her mouth to speak but... Nothing comes. She just looks at him again before looking away. Where to start? What to say? Why did she come here after all? What is there to talk about? A faint thought comes to her mind and finally she speaks, her voice tired and slightly cracked, tell-tales of how she has cried until not long ago.]
Trunks isn't born yet.
[For her. She doesn't even have Trunks yet. For her, in her time, absolutely nothing has really started. Despite her mother's comments, despite her father's approval, despite how she noticed herself gravitating towards the saiyan. Always worrying about him. Scared about him killing himself. Wishing for him to become stronger as he wished, which is a crazy thought given how he wanted to kill the man who was like a brother to her, how he could decide to kill everyone and destroy the Earth. But she still did so, enough that even Yamcha called her out on it and the fight that ensued ended with him leaving yet again to train, except that this time Bulma didn't care and actually hopped that he would never return. They weren't a couple anymore but if he was going to be so critical with Vegeta they couldn't even be friends, wasn't it? That's what she had thought as she watched him leave. Such a stupid thought. Such a stupid girl, worrying so much for a man who didn't even look at her.]