Hi all! It's me Lady Dark Angel and I'm back in action! This is my first DBZ fanfic and V+B fic at that, so be gentle .. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dragon Ball Z or Vegeta (dang it!)

Finally

By: Lady Dark Angel

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, staring off into space, and my wrench dangling from my slackened grip. No matter how many times I've tried to work on a project, always my ears strain to hear his voice, demanding my time to repair his training droids…so I sit here and wonder about life and how funny it can be.No matter how often we fought, I always knew he loved me, if not at least in the smallest sense. I often look back on him with a wry smile. It was his smile that had caught me; however it were his eyes…those eyes as black as ebony that reeled me in. I remember how I could just stare into those beautiful eyes for hours, drowning in their endless depth. Add that infuriatingly sly grin and his gruff voice, almost like rich dark chocolate, and I was a goner.

My name is Bulma Briefs and I've had many titles in my life…: Daughter, Capsule Corps. president, mother, wife, and now Widow. It's only me now. Mom and dad both gone from this world only a year apart from each other. Trunks and Bra, also gone, moved away with their own families…Vegeta...killed during the latest battle to save earth…Goku, Chichi, Gohan, Goten, Vedel, Pan…all gone in some way or another.

Sometimes I cry, cry for each time I hear their voices, or catch a glimpse of them when I am falling asleep or waking. Sometimes I forget that I am truly alone in this big house; that I'll see my eccentric father and my children sitting at the table. Mother cooking at the stove, Trunks and Bra wolfing down their breakfast, father sipping his coffee, reading the newspaper. Sometimes I see the Capsule Corp. spaceship that is no longer there, parked outside in the yard. Or a night I wait for my bathroom door to open, and feel my bed groan from Vegeta's weight as he lies down for the evening. All…gone.

I've been to the brink of sanity and back. An old woman desperately trying to make it through each day, hoping, every time that she closes her eyes at night; that they'll never again open. Hoping to find myself in strong, gentle arms, becoming once again, his wife, his princess. Being loved instead of lonesome; Instead I always awake, hearing them, wanting them...wanting him, seeing them smiling at me, loving me, and…taunting me.

I pull myself up from my seated position, letting the wrench drop from my fingers. I do not feel the water's caress in the shower, nor do I feel slid of the sheets engulfing my body as I crawl into my bed. My hand, outstretched, lies on Vegeta's vacant spot. I can feel sleep pulling at me, insistent, much like Vegeta's attitude. I can't help but smile. My eyes feel so heavy; I can hear his voice softly calling me…

'Woman…'

My eyelids close and I sigh. I can see his handsomely rugged face, his hand outstretched; waiting…I can feel the question dancing on my lips as I look around. Mom and dad are just behind him; Goku and Chichi are off to the side, smiling pleasantly at me. Friends, old and new welcomed me, their voices making my heart soar. I can feel the tears falling down my face.

'Bulma...' Vegeta's voice rolls over me like molasses.

I looked into his face; his usual irritating grin is absent, replaced by the sweetest smile I have ever seen. His invitation is open and I gladly take the offered hand. His calloused fingers close around mine; warm, strong, and gentle. I rushed into his arms, sobbing my joy into his chest. Finally…I'm home….

The End

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