Dragonball Z
My Family, My Purpose
He held her close to his naked chest, loving the feel of her bare skin against his. She was warm against him, her petite frame dwarfed in comparison to his. Her skin was so soft and smooth compared to his rough, scarred covering.
She was an angel compared to him, a flightless angel. Although he'd learned that she could be just as ruthless as him.
She made his heart soar when she spoke his name. Everything in his life had changed after meeting her.
Everything
She'd showed him how to love, how to live without being the best or the most powerful. She'd shared her name with him, a name that held quite a bit of power here on earth. She'd given him what he'd lost. She'd given him purpose.
She bore his son, and she would soon bare his daughter. She helped him replace the family he'd lost.
He would and did give up everything for her. He would and did sacrifice himself for her, for them.
His family
For a long time he'd come to realize that he really didn't understand his way of living, before he'd met her. He'd killed countless people and yet she'd accepted him. Personally he thought she'd dealt with it by not thinking about it, but she'd pointed out to him awhile ago that that was not the case.
FLASHBACK
"How can you live with me?" Vegeta asked as he starred at the stars out the window. Bulma watched him confused, sitting up from the bed.
"What do you mean?" she asked, watching him curiously.
"I…have killed many people…how can you live with me?" he asked looking over his shoulder slightly. Bulma smiled lightly at him, as she moved closer to him. She wrapped her arms around the expanse of his shoulders and laid her head on the back of his shoulder.
"Because that wasn't my Vegeta." She whispered. "My Vegeta is a strong, rough man, but he has a big heart. But most importantly, he's a great father and a wonderful husband." She explained. She leaned forward over his shoulder and pecked him on the cheek.
Vegeta returned his gaze to the stars outside the window.
Her Vegeta
End Flashback
"Vegeta?" Bulma called quietly, snapping the aging prince out of his thoughts. He looked down at her beautiful face.
"Yes?" he asked in response. She squeezed his hand tightly and he son realized she was in pain. He sat up and helped her sit. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I think…..I think….it's time." She forced out.
"Time?" he asked confused. She nodded.
"The baby, Vegeta, I think the babies coming." She groaned as more pain shot through her.
Vegeta's widened with realization.
"Ok," he said as calmly as he could. "Just hold on." He continued.
They are his everything. Everything he is, everything he ever will be. His wife, his son…his daughter.
Vegeta watched as his son and wife lay curled up together on the hospital bed. Next to them, sat the small plastic baby bed where his newly born daughter lay sleeping as well. He looked over the side and down at the small infant.
As if she sensed her father near her, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. She smiled.
His heart melted.
"My little girl." He thought as he reached into the carrier. She reached up and grabbed his finger in a strong grip.
My little girl
A/N: ok, I found this one on my computer, so I finished it. Hope you like it. Please review.
-RED