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Fanfic: Luv @ X-mas

come.And Bulma was completely alone. If you ignored the bad-tempered Saiyan in the training room. At 8. It was usually the time to give presents. And Bulma was sitting alone in front of the Christmas tree. Well, she and her parents would celebrate Christmas after, but it wouldn't feel the same. She had separated from Yamcha again, so she had no one. "Looks like I might have overestimated the holdings of you Earthlings. This looks bloody empty here." Vegeta. Vegeta who refused to celebrate with her. What was he doing here? What did he want? Bulma turns around. He was standing in the doorway. But he didn't seem to be in a hurry to get back to the training room, he seemed completely relaxed. “Saiyajin didn't celebrate god be punk such nonsense. Not exactly unusual for a people that only consists of fighters. In any case, I can't remember a single festival.” He used the past tense. Bulma hadn't thought of how painful it should have been for him to find out that he had worked for his greatest enemy for years.She had never brought him up on this subject, it had never interested her. But now that he looked around the room with his cold eyes, she realized that he too must have feelings. "How old were you when - when Freezer destroyed your home planet?" "Eight. But don't panic, I never had a childhood. That is the case with all princes." What kind of life he had to have! How awful it must be to wake up and know that there was no one who felt the same as you did. Bulma would have died of loneliness. “Stop crying.” Bulma hadn't noticed, but tears were slowly streaming down her cheeks. But now that she became aware of it, she didn't stop, no, it got stronger and stronger, her compassion for Vegeta and the anger towards Freezer grew, and she hid her face in her hands. And then, she felt it, he hugged her. "Unfortunately, I can't cry the way you do. Are you crying for me?" Well, because of who else, you idiot.Bulma sobbed, “Why are you here.” “Because I love you.” And he kissed her, and her tears flowed down his cheeks. He would hold her tight. To the eternity.



Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of you!




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