FF: "Defining Happiness" [Dragonball Z, Vegeta/Bulma, T]
I find it amusing that the last thing I posted to this journal fanfiction-wise is the best thing I have ever written to this day.
I find even more amusing that the next that I will post now is something that I am also immensely proud of. It's short and tiny but somehow, I think I managed to make it strong enough to leave an impression. This is why I am curious in what you would say about it, my lovely friends. C: So I will post it here for you to see and tell me what you think, if you feel up for it. ^.^ After all, you are the people whose opinions matter to me the most. :3
Title: "Defining Happiness"
Word Count: 957.
Status: One-shot, complete.
Rating: T.
Summary He shared his thoughts on happiness with her then, his thoughts on the twistedness of his personality. She listened raptly, not interrupting him even once until he finished talking, enraptured by the rare moment of honesty and eloquence on his part. He told her that he didn’t think he was suited for happiness anyway and that was probably why he couldn’t feel it.
Bulma had hummed thoughtfully and turned on her stomach to look at him.
“I think you’re wrong,” she had surmised at last, smiling when he quirked his brow at her.
I find even more amusing that the next that I will post now is something that I am also immensely proud of. It's short and tiny but somehow, I think I managed to make it strong enough to leave an impression. This is why I am curious in what you would say about it, my lovely friends. C: So I will post it here for you to see and tell me what you think, if you feel up for it. ^.^ After all, you are the people whose opinions matter to me the most. :3
Title: "Defining Happiness"
Word Count: 957.
Status: One-shot, complete.
Rating: T.
Summary He shared his thoughts on happiness with her then, his thoughts on the twistedness of his personality. She listened raptly, not interrupting him even once until he finished talking, enraptured by the rare moment of honesty and eloquence on his part. He told her that he didn’t think he was suited for happiness anyway and that was probably why he couldn’t feel it.
Bulma had hummed thoughtfully and turned on her stomach to look at him.
“I think you’re wrong,” she had surmised at last, smiling when he quirked his brow at her.