"I can no longer stay on this planet." Vegeta's voice was eerily calm as he gazed up at the cloudless sky.
Bulma tried to ignore the pull at her heartstrings as she nodded. "I know." Usually, there would be a smart ass remark, an insult, the conversation ending in a 'fuck you' and one of them would storm off.
But that was before.
"I must reach that pentacle, woman. I must become a Super Saiyan." She swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing back tears. Bulma Briefs did not cry over any man.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as his tail unwound from his waist, straighten in her direction, almost as if it was beckoning her to him.
To be at his side.
She took a few steps closer. The soft appendage curled around her waist, squeezing gently. Her fingers curled around it, her thumb stroking the soft fur.
It squeezed again.
"Will you come back?" Damnit! Her voice cracked.
He was quite for a moment. "Once I have ascended."
"What about the androids?" she took a step closer. She could wrap her arms around him, force him to stay and protect her planet.
Protect her.
He grunted, but didn't move away.
"They do not scare me. Once I have reached Super Saiyan, I will save your little planet."
The air was heavy.
"Vegeta, I'm-"
"I know." His tail tightened, though his voice sounded indifferent. The tip patted her stomach. "I will return."
He finally looked behind him; looked at her. Time seemed to freeze as reality slammed her with the truth, stealing the air out of her lungs. When did I fall for him?
His hand was by her face, but she blinked and it was gone. He was looking back up at the sky. "I will return a Super Saiyan." He barked, stepping towards his waiting ship. His tail slowly unwound, slipping over her hand, tugging her wrist.
Almost making her reach out for him.
As the tip trailed away, finding its rightful place around its owners waist-
She felt suddenly cold.