No Ordinary Love
AUTHOR: Angelhart
GENRE: romance (B/V)
RATING: PG
NOTE: Bulma and Vegeta share an intimate moment
DISCLAIMER: DBZ is owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation
As we walk towards our home my gaze falls upon you. I must keep myself
focussed, or I might triple over something. Something typical that is bound to
happen, if my eyes keep turning to you. I wonder what you are thinking right
now. That harsh scowl on your face… It is like a mask that hides all those
emotions, which you claim to not have, but I know you are experiencing, just
like any other being.
My eyes gaze down, to your arms. Your hands are always hidden in the
pockets of your pants or jacket. Why? I wonder. Yes my hands ache to touch
yours. To hold your hand like all lovers do, while we stroll on this glorious
night. I've tried once, but you pulled yours back, like I had some awful
catching disease. It hurt. However you are not used to show your emotions to
the open world. I can do nothing else, but respect that. Live with that,
although I wish it could be different.
Slowly you seem to trust me more. Yes… trust. The first base of a
relationship. Because we do have a relationship. Two children, yet we act like
we are just friends to the outer world. It is odd. But… this is no ordinary
love. What we have goes beyond the silly emotion that fades as we age. Mutual
respect is the basis for our relationship. Lust probably the second.
I love you touching me. For a warrior you have the most gentle touch. It
is odd and it is a horrifying thought to know that your hands, which feel so
soft and wonderful on my body, have killed many people, creatures, for your
pleasure. I wonder…, is it the same pleasure you are receiving? Making love to
me and killing, is there a difference. Is one satisfied need able to replace
the other? I hate to think that I am the only reason that you are not killing
randomly anymore. My heart wants to believe the good in you has finally
surfaced. Please, don't shatter that little hope inside of me.
Your head turns to me. Questionable eyes looking at me. What are you
thinking right now? Are you wondering what I am thinking? You look so puzzled.
It amuses me, almost.
You stop and so do I. I look at you and see a grin, that is trying to be
a smile, on your face as you move your arm a bit. Your hand not removing from
the pocket of the jacket as you offer me your arm. I take it without
hesitation. This short gesture of affection I will not allow to pass me by.
We continue our walk home. No words. An awkward silence. The look you
give me now, warms my heart. You look so pleased, satisfied with me. Satisfied
with your life. I am glad you let me be a part of it.
I return your smile with a smile of my own. Only my smile looks more
like a smile than a grin. But you are learning. Opening up a bit more. Little
by little. I have patience. I can wait until your heart is completely open.
Maybe, I, probably, won't live to see the day that your heart will open to me
to the fullest. I don't grow that old.
Another thing I wonder about. Will you mourn my death when I will be
gone? Will you miss me? At all…?
I know you will outlive me. I am afraid to leave you alone, for what if
I'm the only reason for you to stay sane. I know it takes little for you to
'snap'. I can only hope my children, our children, can be the second reason for
you to not give into insanity. I put my trust in them to look out for you.
I dare to walk closer beside you and I see you frown as I place my head against
your shoulder. I love it that we are the same height. Well almost. I am a bit
taller, but it is just a little bit. I grab your arm with both hands and pull
myself closer. I feel so safe with you beside me. Odd and very amusing,
considering the thought you are one of the most feared persons in the whole
universe. But I am a part of your world now. You cannot deny it. In a strange
way you have welcomed it. Above all, it was you who chose me in the end. Not
the other way around. I was already attracted to you. It was you who made the
move that night, instead of I. It was you who made the choice of coming back to
me. Twice. Once after you left into space to reach your Super Saiyan level. The
second time, when you died. You choose to live with me, instead of a life of
freedom in space. But space held nothing for you. No home world to go back to.
No slave chains of Frieza that pulled you anymore. No more enemies to defeat. I
offered you a new life. Freedom, a place to train, the survival of your royal
blood, and a peaceful mind at night. A home. It was more than you've had ever
received. You took it all with pleasure.
I don't envy Goku and Chi-Chi anymore, for what binds us is no ordinary
love. When you entered my world, my life found a purpose. My longing heart
found her lost prince. Not your typical knight in shining armor, but I had
never wished for that in exact words. I had asked for a prince in my dreams and
I received one. Nothing more. Nothing less. And I consider myself a very lucky
woman.
I noticed that my eyes were closed, for when I opened them, you were
looking at me. Again that puzzling look on your face. I must be a riddle to
you. Well, Vegeta, it is only fair. For you are a big mystery yourself, too.
You smile, well… snicker is more like it, as if you have heard the
thought. Maybe you did. I don't know what kind of powers you have. You learn
more and more in each battle. I know Goku can read someone's thoughts if he
wants to. So… maybe you can, too. Or maybe you are thinking about our visit at Goku
and Chi-Chi tonight. I am guessing, but it will always be guessing, for I am no
Super Saiyan and I do not have special powers. You may have the power to read
mine, but your mind will always stay a mystery to me. You only reveal what you
allow me to know. All the other things are just up to me to guess.
We are almost home. It is a long walk, but I enjoy it sometimes. And
tonight I am not alone. You are beside me. I know you love me, although you
have never said it to me. Maybe you have whispered the words once inside your
mind. But it is only guessing again, for I don't know what secrets you hide in
there, my love.
I close my eyes again, trusting on you to not let me trip or fall. My
head still resting against your shoulder. Holding you so tight, that if you
would be a normal human being you would be in pain. But you don't twitch a
single muscle.
I dare to say it once again. I am not afraid, for you don't deny me
this. "I love you."
You say nothing, you just look up like I do and we are startled when a
few birds fly up from the trees, up towards the dark night sky.
I love you, Vegeta.
There is no reply, but I swear I can see you smile. Truly smile. Maybe
my mind is playing tricks on me, but I don't mind it. At least I have this
illusion, if it is an illusion.
I feel your body relax a bit more and I close my eyes again.
I could swear I saw you smile…
FIN
Author's
notes:
June 27, 2001
Yeah! I am overcoming my 'writer's block'! I love this short story. Even though
it is another very short story, it turned out great, in my opinion. It is sweet
and really focuses on Bulma and Vegeta's relationship in the future state,
after the birth of their two children. As you all probably have noticed, I like
writing stories which are written from a person's point of view. It is more
challenging and it really gives an idea of how one person thinks about things.
I love writing stories from Bulma's point of view. Most people are wondering
what the hell she saw in that Saiyan man, anyway. I will gladly provide you all
with the answer. J
This one of my best stories, I think. And the characters are still in
character!
---Angelhart---