A Shadow of a Memory
By: Theresa AKA BulmaAngel
Vegeta
His name falls from my lips,my voice giving life to my first conscious thought
as my mind returns through the haze of sleep to reality. My eyes focus first on
the red numbers of the clock on the nightstand. Three AM? Is it even possible
that the last time I fell asleep was just fifteen minutes ago?
The bedsheets whisper around me as I change my position turning to face his side
of the bed not that we'd ever truly had sides of the bed. The memory of so many
nights spent spooned in his warm protective embrace causing my heart to twist at
his absence. I gently reach out my hand to trace the pillow and sheets where his
body had rested beside me in the night for the better part of nearly nine years
now.
I can feel hot tears sting my eyes and I try to push them back. What Vegeta had
done had been the most noble act of his life. The unselfishness he had shown in
sacrificing himself had touched us all. I wonder if in some way he knows that now.
I would never forget the intensity of the surge of emotion I had felt from him
through our bond. It had been almost too much to bear, tears burning and blurring
my vision as I fell to my knees. It had taken both Chi-Chi and Yamcha to help me
to my feet . My legs had remained shaking beneath me for what seemed like forever.
Things had been going so well our lives had been so calm for so long before the
tournament even now the events at the stadium and after seem surreal but I only
need look beside me to see they are not.
I move my hand from the too cool sheet to trace the mark at the side of my neck.
It had felt fevered at the stadium and near buring at Kames lookout now it feels
cool to the touch.. as cold as the bedsheets at my side... It makes me wish that
it would burn again.. that I could feel something anything....
I turn again facing *my* side of the bed. I need to get some rest. I need to be
strong for our son. Before I manage to close my eyes they wander down to where my
hand now rests casually thrown across my middle and I am reminded of the night
before the tournament, lying in Vegetas embrace, his large hand where mine now
rested drawing circles around my navel with his fingers before moving his hand
upward slowly tracing every curve on the way to trace the mark he'd given me all
those years ago claiming me as his mate.
His breath had been warm at my neck as he nipped at it softly, his hand back
tracking the path it had taken fanning a familiar fire in me. One I had never
been able to deny. I'd turned then to face him his eyes had been shining with
desire I knew was fully mirrored in my own. He moved his hand then to cup my
cheek in his palm. I had closed my eyes, leaning into the touch of his battle
roughened hands. His lips had desended on mine then brushing them with a feather
light kiss that soon deepened as we began to move, drawn into the rythum that was
ours and ours alone.
His eyes had never left mine the entire time we made love. His voice had been
near breathless as he labored above me. My name escaping his lips between words
both foriegn and familiar. Words I had never asked the meaning to only read within
his eyes. In the aftermath of our passion I had lain with my head rested on his chest
listening to the sound of his heartbeat beneath the steady rumbling purr in his chest
our breaths slowly returning to normal rates. His chin rested above my head, one of
his hands tracing the length of my back leaving shivers in its wake....
I close my eyes a single tear escaping and I reach to brush it from my flushed
cheek. I rise from the bed restless and knowing I will not be able to sleep for
sometime. I take my robe from the floor and pull it on feeling the cool of the purple
silk against my skin as I tie it at the waist. I catch a glimpse of myself in the
vanity mirror. My skin seeming so pale in the dim light of the room. My eyes slightly
puffy from the shedding of tears. I turn from my reflection quickly and reach the
doorknob pausing a minute before turning it I hadn't done much midnight wandering
like this since Vegeta had been training in space before the androids came. I turn
the doorknob and open the door, startled to find my eight year old son his back
propped up against the wall opposite of the door his arms are crossed over his chest
in his fathers fashion, his eyes are closed... he is sleeping...
"Trunks?" I whisper.
His eyes fly open wide as if he is startled to hear my voice.
"Mom?"
His voice sounds soft and apologetic as he continues.
" Mom .... I'm so sorry... Dad.. I promised Dad I would take good care of you...
but I fell asleep..."
His voice trails off as his lowers his head to hide the tears that were gathering
in his eyes. I stepped forward and kneeled to take him in my arms. He slowly wrapped
his small arms around my neck his cheek pressed against mine moistioning it with his
tears.
" I...I'm so sorry Mom...I guess I really screwed up... Do you think Dad will still be
proud of me?"
I have to swallow over the lump growing in my throat at the sound of his cracking voice
trembling with so much emotion. My eyes are welling with my own tears again. Seeing my
son suffering like this breaking my heart, reminding me of , despite his maturity,
his true age of only eight vulnerable years. I finally find my voice again struggling
to keep it even and steady.
" Of course he will. How could he not you are so strong and brave.. you are
just like him."
I feel him smile slightly against my cheek. I pull back from him slightly wiping
his tears away with my hand.
" Mom! come on stop it !"
He exclaims grinding away at his own eyes with his fists. Looking grumpily at me as
if I have embarassed him by treating him like a child. I rise turing to walk to the
stairs that will take me to the kitchen.
" Trunks I was about to go to the kitchen and get some tea. I really shouldn't go
alone I don't suppose you want to come with me?"
I watch as his eyes light up at the suggestion. His arms cross over his chest a moment
and he smirks at me reminding me of his father as he challenges me.
" Hey Mom I bet I could beat you to the kitchen too!"
Before giving me any forwarning he takes off running around the corner and starting
down the stairs by the time I have barely reached them. I look back down the empty
hall and am reminded for a brief moment of a time when Trunks had been only two and
running fast down this very hallway away from me after climbing out of the tub on his
own I remember running after the sudsy toddler and hearing a sound behind me. I turned
to see Vegeta watching from the shadows of the hall with amusement in his eyes. Chuckling
at my inablility to catch a two year old child.
" You will never catch up to him standing there staring at me Woman"
I had turned then running after the direction Trunks had last gone still hearing
Vegetas laughter chasing after me as I went. I could almost see him standing there
now as he had on that day his eyes light with amusement at the antics of his son
and I. I turn now to run after my son smiling despite myself. I can almost hear
Vegeta chuckling at us in amusment, it makes me feel not so alone even if it is
only a shadow of a memory.
I don't own these characters please don't sue me LOL Questions? Comments? Creative
Death Threats? Please e-mail them to me at teesa57@hotmail.com Please Read and Review!
By: Theresa AKA BulmaAngel
Vegeta
His name falls from my lips,my voice giving life to my first conscious thought
as my mind returns through the haze of sleep to reality. My eyes focus first on
the red numbers of the clock on the nightstand. Three AM? Is it even possible
that the last time I fell asleep was just fifteen minutes ago?
The bedsheets whisper around me as I change my position turning to face his side
of the bed not that we'd ever truly had sides of the bed. The memory of so many
nights spent spooned in his warm protective embrace causing my heart to twist at
his absence. I gently reach out my hand to trace the pillow and sheets where his
body had rested beside me in the night for the better part of nearly nine years
now.
I can feel hot tears sting my eyes and I try to push them back. What Vegeta had
done had been the most noble act of his life. The unselfishness he had shown in
sacrificing himself had touched us all. I wonder if in some way he knows that now.
I would never forget the intensity of the surge of emotion I had felt from him
through our bond. It had been almost too much to bear, tears burning and blurring
my vision as I fell to my knees. It had taken both Chi-Chi and Yamcha to help me
to my feet . My legs had remained shaking beneath me for what seemed like forever.
Things had been going so well our lives had been so calm for so long before the
tournament even now the events at the stadium and after seem surreal but I only
need look beside me to see they are not.
I move my hand from the too cool sheet to trace the mark at the side of my neck.
It had felt fevered at the stadium and near buring at Kames lookout now it feels
cool to the touch.. as cold as the bedsheets at my side... It makes me wish that
it would burn again.. that I could feel something anything....
I turn again facing *my* side of the bed. I need to get some rest. I need to be
strong for our son. Before I manage to close my eyes they wander down to where my
hand now rests casually thrown across my middle and I am reminded of the night
before the tournament, lying in Vegetas embrace, his large hand where mine now
rested drawing circles around my navel with his fingers before moving his hand
upward slowly tracing every curve on the way to trace the mark he'd given me all
those years ago claiming me as his mate.
His breath had been warm at my neck as he nipped at it softly, his hand back
tracking the path it had taken fanning a familiar fire in me. One I had never
been able to deny. I'd turned then to face him his eyes had been shining with
desire I knew was fully mirrored in my own. He moved his hand then to cup my
cheek in his palm. I had closed my eyes, leaning into the touch of his battle
roughened hands. His lips had desended on mine then brushing them with a feather
light kiss that soon deepened as we began to move, drawn into the rythum that was
ours and ours alone.
His eyes had never left mine the entire time we made love. His voice had been
near breathless as he labored above me. My name escaping his lips between words
both foriegn and familiar. Words I had never asked the meaning to only read within
his eyes. In the aftermath of our passion I had lain with my head rested on his chest
listening to the sound of his heartbeat beneath the steady rumbling purr in his chest
our breaths slowly returning to normal rates. His chin rested above my head, one of
his hands tracing the length of my back leaving shivers in its wake....
I close my eyes a single tear escaping and I reach to brush it from my flushed
cheek. I rise from the bed restless and knowing I will not be able to sleep for
sometime. I take my robe from the floor and pull it on feeling the cool of the purple
silk against my skin as I tie it at the waist. I catch a glimpse of myself in the
vanity mirror. My skin seeming so pale in the dim light of the room. My eyes slightly
puffy from the shedding of tears. I turn from my reflection quickly and reach the
doorknob pausing a minute before turning it I hadn't done much midnight wandering
like this since Vegeta had been training in space before the androids came. I turn
the doorknob and open the door, startled to find my eight year old son his back
propped up against the wall opposite of the door his arms are crossed over his chest
in his fathers fashion, his eyes are closed... he is sleeping...
"Trunks?" I whisper.
His eyes fly open wide as if he is startled to hear my voice.
"Mom?"
His voice sounds soft and apologetic as he continues.
" Mom .... I'm so sorry... Dad.. I promised Dad I would take good care of you...
but I fell asleep..."
His voice trails off as his lowers his head to hide the tears that were gathering
in his eyes. I stepped forward and kneeled to take him in my arms. He slowly wrapped
his small arms around my neck his cheek pressed against mine moistioning it with his
tears.
" I...I'm so sorry Mom...I guess I really screwed up... Do you think Dad will still be
proud of me?"
I have to swallow over the lump growing in my throat at the sound of his cracking voice
trembling with so much emotion. My eyes are welling with my own tears again. Seeing my
son suffering like this breaking my heart, reminding me of , despite his maturity,
his true age of only eight vulnerable years. I finally find my voice again struggling
to keep it even and steady.
" Of course he will. How could he not you are so strong and brave.. you are
just like him."
I feel him smile slightly against my cheek. I pull back from him slightly wiping
his tears away with my hand.
" Mom! come on stop it !"
He exclaims grinding away at his own eyes with his fists. Looking grumpily at me as
if I have embarassed him by treating him like a child. I rise turing to walk to the
stairs that will take me to the kitchen.
" Trunks I was about to go to the kitchen and get some tea. I really shouldn't go
alone I don't suppose you want to come with me?"
I watch as his eyes light up at the suggestion. His arms cross over his chest a moment
and he smirks at me reminding me of his father as he challenges me.
" Hey Mom I bet I could beat you to the kitchen too!"
Before giving me any forwarning he takes off running around the corner and starting
down the stairs by the time I have barely reached them. I look back down the empty
hall and am reminded for a brief moment of a time when Trunks had been only two and
running fast down this very hallway away from me after climbing out of the tub on his
own I remember running after the sudsy toddler and hearing a sound behind me. I turned
to see Vegeta watching from the shadows of the hall with amusement in his eyes. Chuckling
at my inablility to catch a two year old child.
" You will never catch up to him standing there staring at me Woman"
I had turned then running after the direction Trunks had last gone still hearing
Vegetas laughter chasing after me as I went. I could almost see him standing there
now as he had on that day his eyes light with amusement at the antics of his son
and I. I turn now to run after my son smiling despite myself. I can almost hear
Vegeta chuckling at us in amusment, it makes me feel not so alone even if it is
only a shadow of a memory.
I don't own these characters please don't sue me LOL Questions? Comments? Creative
Death Threats? Please e-mail them to me at teesa57@hotmail.com Please Read and Review!