CHAPTER 2, part 2
It was a usual morning, Vegeta awoke at the crack of dawn and silently slipped out of bed. He came around to Bulma's side of the bed and looked at her beautiful face. Her pale skin, cute little nose, full red lips and most of all, her gorgeous blue eyes. Of course they were closed at the moment but he could picture them, he could picture himself drowning in them. Their depths going on and on until his mind couldn't determine reality from fantasy. He brushed the hair from her face and quickly ran off to take a shower.
*Today is the same as every other day,* he thought to himself as the the scalding water beat down on his tired muscles. He knew that he would get up, stare into her radiant face, have his shower then return to her side to wake her for breakfast. After that ChiChi would arrive and they would go into the gravity machine where there is a bathroom that the females would go into before going to sit and watch Vegeta's training. He thought as he toweled off his hair how each and everyday was exactly the same.
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She felt his hand leave her face, just like every morning. Then when she heard the click of the door being shut she felt as the uneasiness began to settle in. Every time she was alone she felt as if Yamucha would jump out of the wall and begin attacking her. She needed Vegeta. She needed him to feel whole, to feel safe, all those things that Yamucha had never given her.
Everyday she would try and take control of her body once again and tell Vegeta how much she loved him, or atleast make some kind of movement. But all had failed. It had been months and all of her attempts of taking control had failed. But surprisingly enough lately she had been able to do little things. The only downfall was that noone was there to witness it.
She was tired of it. She was tired of not being able to do things for herself and she was tired of not truly being able to be with Vegeta. She realized how much he must care for her to stay with her this entire time. She didn't want to give up on any chance that she had to love him and him to return it, and she knew that the saiyanjin prince would one day give up on her mind returning and he would leave her. That was the last thing she wanted and it scared her witless to think of it.
So here she was lying on her bed looking around at her room when she saw it. It was a momento of the best time of her life. She had to get to it, just had to make sure it was real. Summoning all of her powers she pushed at the barrier of her mind trying desperately to take control once again.
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Turning the door knob Vegeta felt that something was different, he couldn't understand what it was but he was sure that it had to do with Bulma. Bursting into the room he was surpuised to see the woman standing by the vanity holding onto something. She just stood there staring at it, so Vegeta walked up behind her. Looking over her shoulder he noticed what it was. It was a picture of the two of them.
After the first attack when they were spending all of their time together, Bulma had gotten their picture taken at the park. She looked so beautiful in her long red dress, and him in his black leather jacket, they were the perfect couple. What really made the picture different from any other was that he had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and a small smile played on his lips. The feelings he had for her so evident on his face that it embarassed the prince to no end.
Realizing that she had done every bit of the movement on her own the prince was shocked. Slowly he wrapped her in his arms, hoping that she was with him once again and that her spirit was being mended at last, he looked into the vanity mirror. Bulma raised her head from the picture at that very moment and staring straight at Vegeta (through the reflection) and smiled, her first real smile in months, before her mind became too tired from the fierce battle raging inside and she passed out.
That one smile, that one look on her face overwhelmed Vegeta's heart. For a moment he thought his chest was going to burst right open. He held her limp form for only a moment before scooping her up and lying her back on the bed to rest. Not wanting to leave her, and wanting to be there when she awakes once again, Vegeta crawled back in beside her and wrapped himself around her. *Screw training, I needed a break anyway,* he thought to himself.
to be continued.....................
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Okay sorry guys, I know I said that I would have this out sooner but I had a really big test to study for and I didn't have the time. This is a long weekend so be prepared for lots of updates, yup on both stories. So if you want the chapters sent to you write me! Well see you soon!! bai bai!
Veggies girl
It was a usual morning, Vegeta awoke at the crack of dawn and silently slipped out of bed. He came around to Bulma's side of the bed and looked at her beautiful face. Her pale skin, cute little nose, full red lips and most of all, her gorgeous blue eyes. Of course they were closed at the moment but he could picture them, he could picture himself drowning in them. Their depths going on and on until his mind couldn't determine reality from fantasy. He brushed the hair from her face and quickly ran off to take a shower.
*Today is the same as every other day,* he thought to himself as the the scalding water beat down on his tired muscles. He knew that he would get up, stare into her radiant face, have his shower then return to her side to wake her for breakfast. After that ChiChi would arrive and they would go into the gravity machine where there is a bathroom that the females would go into before going to sit and watch Vegeta's training. He thought as he toweled off his hair how each and everyday was exactly the same.
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She felt his hand leave her face, just like every morning. Then when she heard the click of the door being shut she felt as the uneasiness began to settle in. Every time she was alone she felt as if Yamucha would jump out of the wall and begin attacking her. She needed Vegeta. She needed him to feel whole, to feel safe, all those things that Yamucha had never given her.
Everyday she would try and take control of her body once again and tell Vegeta how much she loved him, or atleast make some kind of movement. But all had failed. It had been months and all of her attempts of taking control had failed. But surprisingly enough lately she had been able to do little things. The only downfall was that noone was there to witness it.
She was tired of it. She was tired of not being able to do things for herself and she was tired of not truly being able to be with Vegeta. She realized how much he must care for her to stay with her this entire time. She didn't want to give up on any chance that she had to love him and him to return it, and she knew that the saiyanjin prince would one day give up on her mind returning and he would leave her. That was the last thing she wanted and it scared her witless to think of it.
So here she was lying on her bed looking around at her room when she saw it. It was a momento of the best time of her life. She had to get to it, just had to make sure it was real. Summoning all of her powers she pushed at the barrier of her mind trying desperately to take control once again.
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Turning the door knob Vegeta felt that something was different, he couldn't understand what it was but he was sure that it had to do with Bulma. Bursting into the room he was surpuised to see the woman standing by the vanity holding onto something. She just stood there staring at it, so Vegeta walked up behind her. Looking over her shoulder he noticed what it was. It was a picture of the two of them.
After the first attack when they were spending all of their time together, Bulma had gotten their picture taken at the park. She looked so beautiful in her long red dress, and him in his black leather jacket, they were the perfect couple. What really made the picture different from any other was that he had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and a small smile played on his lips. The feelings he had for her so evident on his face that it embarassed the prince to no end.
Realizing that she had done every bit of the movement on her own the prince was shocked. Slowly he wrapped her in his arms, hoping that she was with him once again and that her spirit was being mended at last, he looked into the vanity mirror. Bulma raised her head from the picture at that very moment and staring straight at Vegeta (through the reflection) and smiled, her first real smile in months, before her mind became too tired from the fierce battle raging inside and she passed out.
That one smile, that one look on her face overwhelmed Vegeta's heart. For a moment he thought his chest was going to burst right open. He held her limp form for only a moment before scooping her up and lying her back on the bed to rest. Not wanting to leave her, and wanting to be there when she awakes once again, Vegeta crawled back in beside her and wrapped himself around her. *Screw training, I needed a break anyway,* he thought to himself.
to be continued.....................
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Okay sorry guys, I know I said that I would have this out sooner but I had a really big test to study for and I didn't have the time. This is a long weekend so be prepared for lots of updates, yup on both stories. So if you want the chapters sent to you write me! Well see you soon!! bai bai!
Veggies girl