#don'thate

You wake up in a small patch of flowers… It looks like you fell quite a ways down… You take A moment to look at your surroundings… You were in what looked like a cave… You slowly get up and walk into a hall and  then into the next “room”.

The first thing you see is a Yellow flower. It is swaying side to side along with some music… “Howdy! I’m Flowey! Flowey the flower!” It said pausing for a moment, “You’re new to the underground… Aren’t ‘cha?” You nod. “Golly, you must be so confused… Someone ought to teach ya how things work around here… I guess little old me will have to do…” He says. The next thing you know, everything goes black and white… Your soul appears in front of you. “See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV. What’s LV stand for? Why, LOVE of course! You want some LOVE, don’t you? Don’t worry! I’ll share some with you!” Flowey says, winking, “Down here, LOVE is shared through… Little white… “Friendliness pellets!”” He pulls about five of the bullet type things up behind him, “Are you ready? Move around! Catch as many as you can!” He says before shooting the “friendliness pellets” at you.

You catch them without hesitation… This lowers your HP and you just sit there, astonished. You have only one HP left… “You IDIOT! In this world, it’s KILL or be KILLED!” He pauses for a second… “Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this?! … DIE!” You are surrounded in bullets, slowly closing in… You scrunch yourself up in a ball, slowly rocking, and Flowey is laughing like a maniac.

Your HP completely heals and you sneak a look up at flowey, tears streaming down your face, the bullets are gone and he looks just a confused as you, before a fireball hits him and he flies out of view.

Kay, so here’s a preview of my first ever fanfic. Coincidentally a vegebul. So enjoy that shit ok? Comments welcome! Don’t be mean. 

Bulma's sigh turned into a wide yawn. She rolled her wrist over to look at her watch, 1:17am. “Kami,” She thought, and her eyes immediately began to grow tired. She was looking over plans of an older hover car from Capsule Corporation, ensuring  the company's new power cell would fit the specs of older models. She reached her hands to her ears to pull out the earbuds that was playing the most recently popular song of West City. She didn't really pay attention to the song, it was more white noise to help concentrate.

She pushed away from the desk and leaned back in her chair, she stretched her arms up over her head and shrieked in surprise when her hands bumped into a firm figure behind her. She spun around in her chair to see a scowling, dark haired Saiyan.

“DAMN IT, VEGETA! How many times have I told you not to sneak up behind me!” She chastised. She rubbed her eyes with her fists and continued her stretch. “You need to start wearing a bell or something. What are you doing up, anyway?” She spoke through another yawn and tied her hair into a quick bun.

Vegeta raised a brow and his lips pressed together, his arms were already crossed over his chest in annoyance. Her eyes moved over his forearms and biceps and lingered there. He was wearing his skin tight, navy body suit, white gloves and boots, classic Vegeta. She had always caught herself, more times than not, staring at her husband's immaculate form. Almost every fibre of muscle was noticeable from under his jump suit. He had wide shoulders that tapered to latissimi dorsi, and finally to a slim waist. Each abdominal and lower back muscle tightened in conjunction when he walked. Despite his incredibly strong frame, Bulma rarely heard him when he moved on foot. She can thank his predatory heritage for that.

“Hmph.” His usual response. “Here it comes.” Bulma thought, she rolled her eyes and spun to her desk.“The guy was probably training and broke something, or there's no food in the frid-” She squeaked when her chair was forcefully spun back around. Her face was greeted with the hot warmth of  her husband's breath. He had either hand on the arm rests of her chair and his face was inches from hers. His dark eyes bored into her. Bulma suddenly felt very small. “Vegeta, w-what're you...” She stopped. Vegeta's gloved hand came up to brush the aquamarine tresses that had fallen from her bun off her forehead. Bulma's breath caught in her throat. What was he doing? This is SO not like the impulsive, planet destroying, egotistical alien she shared her home with.

“I should be asking you the same question.” Vegeta said quietly. His hand moved slowly along Bulma's sternum atop her lab coat and he inched closer to her, his lips softly brushing against hers. “I've been waiting impatiently for you to come to bed. A King never enjoys waiting for his Queen.”

Women have always had the ability to excel in life. We are multitasking, smart, pain tolerant beings.

Yet... I find it more often then not women spend so much of their time being Jealous and Territorial, Destructive and Manipulative, or Cold and Short with other women. I have even been guilty of this fact. Where does the root of this evil lay?

Why do we allow ourselves to be so deconstructive to our own progress? 

My mother always said two is company and three is a crowd. Does that have to be true all the time?

Right now I am in an office with two other women and it is a constant struggle around who is talking about who. I want to blow my brains out. I think it is the most childish, pathetic, anti feminist behavior I have ever seen. The worst part is most of the flames are being fanned by the eldest... an over 40 something. Give me a break.

I might just be having a bad work experience, which I am striving to rectify and will because that is my nature. BUT!

Why have we succumb to this unfulfilling and lonely attitude that we are the competition to each other?  Is it the male species driving this in us? Are we so worried about losing their attention for one second that we are willing to sacrifice bonds and real relationships over simple and petty solvable issues?

When does the relationship and bond that women form become more important than the unpredictable, wandering eye of the opposite sex?

Maybe it isn’t that at all, maybe we are just using each other as a springboard for our self-esteem or career positioning? I am not sure, but I know that this is not my approach and I will encourage others as often as I can to take the same stance and here is why...

The pain I have experienced through trusting and being hurt by women is just as severe if not more severe than the pain that men have caused me. I have put my heart in a place where I have felt vulnerable, told secrets, given away pieces of my childhood and then slammed with them the moment it was convenient. I have been a victim of sexual harassment and then treated as though I had asked for it. I have been told that I can trust and then walked in to a room where a once gabbing and chatting group has gone silent. Hmm I wonder why that was?

If I can drive a question inside the minds of young women today it would be.. Where do you spend your energy? Is it building others up or is it destroying others in order to create a sense of self worth. This last question I don’t really want the answer to, I really just want to inspire self exploration. Is it intentional? Is it subconscious? We all do it at some point so I am not here to point the blame.