THIS BLOG HAS BEEN WAY TOO EMOTIONAL LATELY LET’S PUT SOME GRATUITOUS FANSERVICE IN ORDER TO CORRECT THAT
Her breath came out in short, white puffs in the cool seaside air, as she waded ankle-deep through the gentle surf on that clear, moonlit night.
The local pubs had been rife with stories of sightings of the strange beast, called “Vegeta” by the locals, a word in their language that meant “Great Tail”. Bulma felt her interaction with this “Vegeta” was fleeting, and left her with an insatiable curiosity.
She had sailed many a sea, but never felt it betrayed extraordinary secrets to her, until this strange, fish-tailed man came up to her, only to return to the briny deep as quickly as he had come. And now, hearing rumours of a similar creature seen near the shoreline, she saw it as an opportunity to satisfy her curiosity once more.
Knowing that she first saw the creature late at night, she searched now under the stars, assuming the creature was nocturnal, or preferred the secrecy the darkness afforded him. She kept a keen eye out into the sea, looking for a strange splash, an errant ripple, or the flick of a large fin.
But then, as she glimpsed up at a large boulder resting in the nearby shallows, she saw him. He was a dark silhouette atop the boulder, black against the inky blue night, but Bulma quickly recognized the crown of spiky black hair upon his head. This could be none other but the fabled Vegeta.
She approached the rock cautiously, taking care not to frighten the creature away, as he had been before. As she neared the rock, and the shadow’s features began to emerge through the gloom, hr suddenly looked at her.
Bulma froze where she stood, crouching slightly, hoping she didn’t look like a threat. A long, silent moment passed between them, before, at last, the merman spoke.
His voice was gentle yet deep, like the call of whales in the distant ocean, or the churn of waves upon a rocky cliff. His voice WAS the sea itself. Seeing the creature had no visible intent to flee, Bulma smiled.
"Hey there, Vegeta! You sure don’t make it easy to find you!" she called out. The creature tilted his head with a confused expression. Undaunted, Bulma continued.
"You’re becoming quite the legend around here!" she told him. "People all over are telling stories about Vegeta, about his powerful tail, about his incredible speed and strength!"
The merman touched his hand to his chest. “Ve-ge-ta?”
"Yes, you! Vegeta!" she said excitedly, pointing at him. "They’ve never seen anything like you before! I’VE never seen anything like you!"
Vegeta held his hand out towards Bulma, and spoke again in his strange, rolling tongue.
"Oh. Um," she answered, putting her own hand to her chest. "Bulma. I’m Bulma."
"…Bulllll… ma?" said the merman. Bulma nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes! Yes, Bulma!" she exclaimed. "I’m Bulma, like how you’re Vegeta!"
Vegeta extended his hand towards her. “Bulma,” he said.
Unclear at first, she quickly sensed his intent, and held her own hand out to his. Taking her in a strong grip, Vegeta pulled her up onto the top of the rock. But near the top, her feet slipped on the wet surface, and she tumbled forwards onto him.
"Oh! Vegeta, I’m so sorry!" she said. "I just lost my…"
As she lied atop the merman, looking deep into his striking green eyes, widened with what looked like a combination of fear and amazement, she suddenly found herself speechless.
"…You ARE real…" she whispered, her voice quiet with awe. "You’re not just a legend."
The two sat up slowly, unable to take their eyes off one another, as they clasped their hands together, his hands large and webbed, hers thin and callused.
"Bulma…" he whispered back.
(Feel free to build onto this however you may fancy. ;) )