capsulecorp: (dbz0057insomniatic)
2015-09-07 04:04 am

What I Fear Is That All These Things That I Hold Dear Never Become More Than Vibrations In The Air

It's the second time she's had him die on her now. The first he had sacrificed himself -- and now he had died yet again at Frieza's hand. (Technically the third time he's died but the first one doesn't count in her mind because she didn't care about him then). Whis had managed to protect her and some of the others -- and reverse time so Goku could finish Frieza off but the impact is still there. It's not like she's forgotten what happened.

Which is probably why she can't sleep that night. After everything that's happened, who could? She tosses and turns before finally getting out of bed. She makes her way out to the balcony of their bedroom, lighting a cigarette as she does so. Maybe that would help calm her nerves.

She can't imagine he's having any easier of a time -- seeing Frieza again couldn't have been easy. While she's glad Goku saved everyone she wishes Vegeta could have been the one to do it. He rarely talks about his past but she knows Frieza is responsible for a lot of why he is the way he is. He deserved some closure. Something.

But life doesn't always work out that way. At least Trunks was staying with Chichi and Goten for tonight (the other woman had been watching the kids while everything else was going on -- since Trunks could have been a prime target for Frieza).

She taps the ash of her cigarette against the balcony before taking another inhale. Speaking of Trunks she should really work on that time machine thing -- the older one could have been useful in all this.
capsulecorp: (bulma11sexiestdrummer)
2015-01-20 04:39 am

You're Fireproof, I Wish I Was That Way [closed]

It's been a few days since he destroyed her television. Which is fine. Whatever. She bought a new, got it installed, fine. She's gotten the hole in her wall fixed too. She even managed to get his precious Gravity Chamber fixed which means she can get him out of her hair for a little bit. Which is good. It gives her time to work on other projects in her labs. She does have a business to run, after all.

The problem is he keeps creeping into her thoughts when she doesn't want him to. How weirdly jealous he had behaved that night. Sorry. Not jealous, possessive. Whatever the hell that meant. Half the time it seemed like he couldn't even stand her but he thought he had some weird claim over her?

It's not that she's never entertained the idea before but it's a bad idea for a lot of reasons not least of all him having an ego that almost rivaled her own.

She decides it's time for a break, exiting her lab to go outside to smoke a cigarette. He always bitched too much when she smoked in the house. Something about the smell offending his sensitive Saiyan sense of smell.

She taps the cigarette to let some of the ash fall. Really, that was almost reason enough to do it, sometimes.