[I've just changed quite a bit. It' funny how that sounds, as if the changes aren't that big, that important. As if it's a mere matter of appearance rather than core. She had stopped thinking that someone could change so much no matter how much time and how many things happened, back when she was younger he thought those things. Stupid baseless hopes of getting Yamcha to stop feeling the need to wander from time to time, to stop him from flirting with every girl he found. Back then she used to think that one could change people. Experience tells her otherwise, or at least used to tell her so, right now she's supposed to be staring at the perfect example of how wrong that idea is.
He talks. He tells her about a life she doesn't know. A life she doesn't care about. A distant life that may or may not be hers one day but that now stands there, in the horizon, mocking her. She had always wanted a boyfriend, a husband. She will get one. She always wanted a prince. She will get one. She always wanted a family. She will get one. But not now. Not yet. Not even in a few years. How is she supposed to care about that? About a "maybe", such a slim chance that even the dragon balls had more chances of being real than it. Nothing he says makes her feel identified or attached to it, even when he talks about Trunks she can't bring herself to be attached, she barely knows the Trunks that came from the future and she's sure that he's very different from how a Trunks born in a somewhat peaceful world could be. So not even that is something she can relate to. Not even the kid that came from the future has a real place in said future as himself.
She wants to leave. Why did she come? To talk? What's there to talk about? Is this all she came for? So he can talk about things that are completely unrelated to her? So he can rub against her how it's been a lot of years for that to happen? Lots and lots of years. He doesn't say a number, but she's sure it can't be sooner than ten years, not when Bulla is a teenager and he's confirming that even when Trunks was born and a child, Vegeta still didn't give a damn about them. It really feels as if he's mocking her. "See, one day I'll become this kind of guy and learn all those things and want to protect you because I love you. But back in your time I'm still an asshole that won't look your way unless it's so you fix something".
When he takes her hand she doesn't jerk it away, doesn't bother with it. She merely glances at the gesture and pain reflects in her eyes, right until the end, all he's doing is show off and mock her. Mock the pain she's going to go through and they both know. Is she supposed to assume that this proves that it will be worth it?]
I have no reason to not believe you...
[She almost says his name but it dies in her throat. She can't bring herself to call him Vegeta out-loud, as if by not saying it she gives an opening to the chance that he may not be really Vegeta. Or at least not the one she knows.]
... But I have no reason either to think that what you're saying really affects me. It may affect me in the future, some distant possible future that may not happen at all. You say that a lot has changed but you're wrong, everything has changed. There's nothing there that feels as if it belongs to the current me.
[Her voice is still broken, and now a distant feeling settles on it. Detachment. It's something people need in order to survive at times, specially in the business world. She always takes pride of her creations but she always detaches herself from them anyway in order to spot the flaws and fix it or throw it away if it has too many flaws to be fixed easily. It also helps her now to not start crying again, to try to maintain an illusion of strength beyond how badly she's taking it.]
I don't really see what's there to talk about or explain. You're from a distant future. I'm from a distant past. What more is there to it?
[March 16th, Action]
He talks. He tells her about a life she doesn't know. A life she doesn't care about. A distant life that may or may not be hers one day but that now stands there, in the horizon, mocking her. She had always wanted a boyfriend, a husband. She will get one. She always wanted a prince. She will get one. She always wanted a family. She will get one. But not now. Not yet. Not even in a few years. How is she supposed to care about that? About a "maybe", such a slim chance that even the dragon balls had more chances of being real than it. Nothing he says makes her feel identified or attached to it, even when he talks about Trunks she can't bring herself to be attached, she barely knows the Trunks that came from the future and she's sure that he's very different from how a Trunks born in a somewhat peaceful world could be. So not even that is something she can relate to. Not even the kid that came from the future has a real place in said future as himself.
She wants to leave. Why did she come? To talk? What's there to talk about? Is this all she came for? So he can talk about things that are completely unrelated to her? So he can rub against her how it's been a lot of years for that to happen? Lots and lots of years. He doesn't say a number, but she's sure it can't be sooner than ten years, not when Bulla is a teenager and he's confirming that even when Trunks was born and a child, Vegeta still didn't give a damn about them. It really feels as if he's mocking her. "See, one day I'll become this kind of guy and learn all those things and want to protect you because I love you. But back in your time I'm still an asshole that won't look your way unless it's so you fix something".
When he takes her hand she doesn't jerk it away, doesn't bother with it. She merely glances at the gesture and pain reflects in her eyes, right until the end, all he's doing is show off and mock her. Mock the pain she's going to go through and they both know. Is she supposed to assume that this proves that it will be worth it?]
I have no reason to not believe you...
[She almost says his name but it dies in her throat. She can't bring herself to call him Vegeta out-loud, as if by not saying it she gives an opening to the chance that he may not be really Vegeta. Or at least not the one she knows.]
... But I have no reason either to think that what you're saying really affects me. It may affect me in the future, some distant possible future that may not happen at all. You say that a lot has changed but you're wrong, everything has changed. There's nothing there that feels as if it belongs to the current me.
[Her voice is still broken, and now a distant feeling settles on it. Detachment. It's something people need in order to survive at times, specially in the business world. She always takes pride of her creations but she always detaches herself from them anyway in order to spot the flaws and fix it or throw it away if it has too many flaws to be fixed easily. It also helps her now to not start crying again, to try to maintain an illusion of strength beyond how badly she's taking it.]
I don't really see what's there to talk about or explain. You're from a distant future. I'm from a distant past. What more is there to it?