Where to Tell Me
Where to Tell Me
by crystal_tokyo_princess
Author's Note: I just wanted to make a point about something!
;-) I've seen so many fics where people express their love through sex -- love isn't like
that. You don't have to have to get naked and hop in bed to show how much your love means.
Because, as you see ... me putting it that way isn't so appealing, is it?
***
She'd sat for hours -- watching, waiting, listening; to no
avail. No sound of doors opening or closing, nothing that would give her solace from the
sinking emptiness in her gut; instead the room was filled with her rasping sobs. She knew
he was alive, but he had not returned, and she knew not why; she wondered regretfully if
she had said something, done something, done anything, that had caused him to never wish
to return after this one battle; this final battle. Bulma drew her knees to her chest,
hugging her legs tightly to herself, and though she gasped and sobbed, there was no fluid
left for tears.
Tissues littered the floor, like some surreal battleground
where dead soldiers dotted the ground, white specks of sorrow against the darkened
battlefield, a surreal memorial to a terrible loss of life and love. A terrible loss that
cried out silently for a warrior to return home after a long, wearisome battle -- a battle
he seemed fated not to return from. A son had returned safely, but the proud prince had
not.
Trunks was all she had left of Vegeta. Their purple-haired
son who was asleep; he was strong as his father, but mischievous and mannerly at the same
time, with a kindness that could only have come from his human side. The Saiyan side would
simply not allow it...
And that thought caused Bulma to sob loudly, wailing and
gasping, and hiccuping, too. Vegeta simply didn't love her, it was impossible for him to
do so. He had been bred and born on Planet Vegeta, and raised to suppress emotions, and
eventually he had learned not have them at all. Had learned to have no emotion but hate
and the sick joy of loving and killing. Love was as foreign to him as the her world
had been in the beginning, and probably would always be, to him. They were as different as
two people could be; after all, they were from different worlds, two different cultures.
Bulma lay back into the sheets and pulled the comforter
around herself, and hugging the pillow, fell into a fretful sleep.
***
Footsteps in the hallway, a low moaning creak of floorboards.
Bulma awoke, startled, not daring to breathe as her sleep-muddled mind sought the one
thing she wanted most to see and feel and hear in the waking world. She wanted him, and
she hoped, beyond all hope, that it was he who tiptoed --almost -- silently to the door of
the bedroom they shared. She sat up and pushed the comforter back, shuddering with
anticipation. It was him -- she knew it, she could feel it!
And there he was, standing in the doorway, his usually stern
face drawn inward, saddened, broken, worn. It broke her heart to see him this way; to have
to see his stern, sharp features distorted with pain, and she buried her face in her
hands, unwilling to see the tableau before her. And then before she knew it, he had rushed
over to her and buried his head in her lap, and begun making ragged, rasping noises,
somewhere between a choke and a sob. The sound itself caused Bulma to once again burst
into tears, and, crying, she forced Vegeta's head up, to force him to look into her eyes.
Those deep, dark eyes of his...
"Don't ever, ever, EVER ... leave me again..." she
whispered huskily, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pressed her lips lightly to his.
"I won't," he whispered back in his harsh voice,
but almost gently rather than roughly, as he began to kiss her lightly on the lips, and
then descended into a more passionate kiss. She melted against his chest, and then he drew
away, "Bulma ... I am... sorry for not realizing how much I love you ... how much
this word "love" means."
And that caused Bulma to cry even harder, wracking sobs of
joy; it was the one thing she had always wished for Vegeta to say to her and he had said
it!
