QUICK NOTE: If this works, this chapter is the same as seven. I had to do this because I loaded chapter 7 earlier this morning and glitched out and ain't showing it. So forgive that, and I'll fix it all when I get home tonight, guys. Thank you!
See, when I first started this fic it was supposed to have been only a few chapters long, so most of this chapter was already written, as is the next one… well, most of it. Due to changes in the plot as I went along I have to fix it. Anyways, enjoy! And thanks everyone for all the reviews! Sesshy, I'm glad the prognosis was good! And I hope it STAYS that way! I'd be freaking the hell out, too, so I totally understand what you're going through. *HUG*
Dear friend,
Usagi says you're Saiyan, so I'm sure you know who I am and I'm sure she's told you the note was from me. Don't get too mad at her, my angel has a tendency to think with her heart before her head and puts everyone else's wellbeing ahead of her own. In short, she saved the lives of a woman and most likely her child as well; she took Fasha's pain while they cut her to remove the brat from her womb. That explains the blood, at least.
As for my scent covering just about every inch of her… I'm not a threat to you if you have your sights set on claiming her. I'd kill for the chance to go back fifty years and do it all over again, but don't you dare tell her that. She thinks that I'm fine the way I am, but the truth is that I'll love that woman for the rest of my life. But I missed my chance with her and she clearly has a thing for you, even if she won't put it into words. Judging from what she's told me about you, I'm positive you have every intention of taking her.
I say go for it. Usagi deserves happiness more than anyone else I know, and if you're the one to give it to her, then so be it. If not, I'll take another shot when the right time and place presents itself. Just know this… if you ever hurt my angel, I will break your cock into a million little pieces and shove them down your throat.
Now… you probably already know all of this, but she loves chocolate, backrubs, kissing and being held. She also loves to talk, but I think you know that. I don't know what you've been through, but that woman would be happier than a Namek with a dick if you gave her a couple words. She also hates being bored and loves feeling like she has a purpose. So use all of that to your advantage and good luck.
Raditz, House of Bardock
Vegeta sighed and folded the letter back up as he placed it under his pillow. Of course Raditz would be smitten with her, any man would. Any man that wouldn't be… simply didn't like women. He sighed as he turned his head to look at the sleeping blonde curled up next to him and purred in actual contentment.
It wasn't like he'd gotten laid the night before or anything, but for the first time ever in a hundred years… he felt normal. Like he actually had something to look forward to that day, that nothing bad would happen to him, that he was really and truly free to pursue and control his own destiny.
"Mmm… morning, big guy. You ever realize that you purr really soft first thing in the morning, usually when you think I'm sleeping?"
Because I'm happy to actually think without your incessant yammering, he thought with a wry smirk.
"Smartass," Usagi snorted, judging just from his facial expression what he was thinking about. "If I interrupt your thought process so badly, then I'll just shut up."
Vegeta barked out a long, shuddering laugh at that and buried his face in his pillow, shaking his head back and forth as he cackled in amusement. I'll bet good fucking money you can't shut up for five minutes, woman!
"Har. Har. Har." Usagi rolled her eyes and slid out of the warm fur he'd wrapped her in, noting that he'd given her his favorite coverlet yet again. Well, that eased a good bit of her annoyance with him as she limped to the bathroom and did her business while she… had he put a pad and underwear on her!? "Oh my God," she groaned in embarrassment as she recalled the events of the night before.
She'd almost—they'd almost—Usagi couldn't believe her own lack of self-control… gods, he'd been raped for decades and she'd nearly…! "Big guy… I am so sorry," she whispered in complete and total shame when she heard him outside of the door. "Please forgive me if I acted… in any way that might have… upset you. There's no excuse for it, but being around Raditz last night sort of brought up old memories and that man is sex on a stick as it is. Being around him got me sort of hot and bothered and I didn't mean to—"
The door opened then and Vegeta merely smirked down at her, shaking his head twice before putting a finger to his lips. "Yeah, yeah… shutting up," she sighed, standing and pulling up her underwear. "Thanks," she added gently, standing on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips. Usagi gasped in surprise when he cupped her face and returned it with a simple warm pressing of his lips to hers, and she blushed as she pulled away and immediately drew a sundress from her subspace. "There," she chuckled, trying for a bit of nervous levity as she tugged it over her head. "I think one of us running around here naked is more than enough bare flesh for the both of us."
Vegeta chuckled and nodded at that in agreement; he could smell a hint of arousal coming from her as she made her way into the kitchen and began pulling stuff from her subspace; it was clear after a moment that she was preparing fresh food for them to eat. So she hadn't forgotten! He was going to get sushi rolls for lunch!
"Keep hovering and you won't get a thing to eat," Usagi chuckled, sensing him looking over her shoulder. She stopped and washed her hands before turning and grinning as she pulled some more stuff from her subspace. "From Broly," she told him gently when he gawked at the pile of books in her arms.
Vegeta took them so reverently that he nearly dropped them all on the tile, but he quickly regained his grip on them and looked down at them in awe. The top one was a manual on ki techniques, something he remembered reading before—well, he recalled that he had read it, but he didn't remember exactly what he'd read in it. "Don't look so overwhelmed," Usagi advised gently, brushing the back of her hand down his jaw. "Go ahead and read for a while, I'll bring lunch when it's ready, ok honey?"
Vegeta managed the barest of nods as he walked back over and curled up in his nest, worshipfully cracking open the book on top to find a handwriting he recognized on the inside cover.
Prince Vegeta,
I hope I find you well. Usagi informs me that you're healed physically but still require much time before you're ready to retake your place among us as our leader. I didn't tell the Queen of the Stars, but I thought that you should know… Arctic survived the uprising onboard his flagship and managed to make his escape. Knowing Usagi, you're perfectly safe from him, but keep your guard up if you decide to leave her care.
I hope you decide not to leave her care; that frankly, you decide to make her your queen. No woman deserves it more; she has done our race a great service on more than one occasion according to Raditz. We owe her far more than mere title and worship, but it would be a good start. And seriously? Think of the sheer power your brats would possess! The Ice-jins might just tremble at the thought of our people once more!
Vegeta chuckled at that; once he was fully recovered, the Ice-jins would fucking tremble just at the thought of him!
That aside, I believe it would be a good match for you, and you know I'm never wrong about that sort of thing. Take your time and think it over, I know you have far more important things ahead of you than taking a mate, I just thought it was something you should consider in the future.
If you need anything else, simply inform Her Majesty and have her come to me to get it. Clothes would be a good start, Vegeta. While I'm positive she's enjoying the view, I remember the sight of you in the showers after sparring, and I know the prospect of taking you to bed is probably daunting as hell for someone her size. I suppose she should be glad that she never met Nappa!
Broly, House of Paragus
Vegeta cackled like a hyena at the last line and shook his head vigorously, laughing so hard that he actually fell over in a heap on top of his bedding. Nappa he did remember with only a little pain, and he knew damned well that many women had run screaming the moment they'd seen that monster of a Saiyan's cock. The very second it was unleashed, the most experienced of whores would usually refund his money with a shake of their heads and apologize, saying that they had no plans on dying by way of impalement.
"Must be a good book," Usagi giggled from the counter without even looking. She beamed at the sound of him laughing; it was a deep rolling sound that echoed throughout the house, and if that sounded sexy to her ears, she'd hate to hear his speaking voice. Dear gods, she'd likely melt into a puddle of goo the moment she heard him say her name. Damn it, Usa, stop thinking those things! He's likely not interested in you like that; you didn't even feel his cock twitch while you were straddling him! If that's not an indicator of a lack of arousal, then I don't know what is!
Then again, there had been that deep, arousing rumble of a purr, the second time she'd heard it too… maybe he just had better control over his body's reaction to her than she gave him credit for. She sighed as she shoved the oven shut with her foot, washed her hands again, and returned to the sushi since the rice for it was ready. Thank the gods that her subspace acted as some sort of stasis for anything put in it; the fish had stayed cold and fresh while it had been in there.
Vegeta had his nose buried deeply in his book when she finally brought over the large tray of sushi rolls and bowls of rice. She even had some soy sauce and wasabi that had been in her subspace, but she stopped in shock and amazement when he automatically took a pair of chopsticks from the tray without even looking up from his book and used them as if he'd been doing it for years. "You ever been to Earth?" She asked curiously.
Nah, that was impossible. Earth had been destroyed by her and Chaos's battle nearly two thousand years ago. Maybe his people happened to use a very similar eating utensil?
The Saiyan prince merely shrugged a little as he popped his first piece of food in his mouth, and his eyes fluttered shut and he groaned with pleasure as he slowly chewed and savored it.
"Glad it meets your approval, Highness."
Vegeta smirked at her teasing and gave her a little wink as he picked up the cup on the tray and drank… only to sputter a little before swallowing. Is that sake!?
"Don't tell me you know how to use chopsticks but you've never drank sake before," she snorted. "Oh, you just didn't expect it, sorry," Usagi giggled after a moment. "Sorry, I should have warned you. I just thought it was a special occasion, being your first homemade meal and all. Hell, it's my first homemade meal in like, fifty-some-odd years."
Vegeta shook his head and held his cup up, waiting patiently for her to understand his meaning. After all, it was a special occasion. It took Usagi a moment, but she raised hers as well and smiled at him gently. "Kanpai."
He grunted in reply and gave her a solemn nod before they both drank deeply, then grunted his thanks once more when she refilled their cups from the bottle on the tray. "So, what's in those books? Just katas and stuff? I'm hurting but maybe the sunshine outside and the exercise would help loosen up the cramps if you'd like me to fill in the blanks for those katas you've been performing."
Vegeta nodded vigorously, more than happy to have someone actually show him. The books were great, but hands-on training was always better. They ate in companionable silence for a little while, Vegeta noting wryly that Usagi's mouth was only closed when something was in it… which led to another trollish thought that he actually wished he could voice. Is she this quiet when she's got something else in her mouth? He snickered mentally. He knew he'd get slapped for such a comment, but seeing the look on her face would be totally worth it!
Then again, if he voiced it, she'd start yelling at him, which would mean an end to the silence… he actually snickered out loud at that thought and shook his head in a "never mind" gesture when Usagi looked up at him, mouth half open to ask what was up. Gods no… if she did speak just then he would totally lose it and wind up laughing himself silly!
"You know," Usagi mumbled around her sushi—
Good job, Vegeta… you jinxed it.
"—this is the first time I've ever seen you using a utensil for eating, big guy."
Huh, she was right. Vegeta blinked and looked down at the chopsticks positioned in his fingers, grasping a sushi roll as if it was all second nature to him, and he finally just shrugged a little. He had no clue where that skill had come from or why he hadn't attempted to use a fork, spoon or knife since he'd been rescued.
Usagi just shrugged as well, watching his expressions out of the corner of her eye, and when he glanced at her and subtly grinned, she snorted and rolled her eyes. "Keep thinking things like that and I swear I'll take two of those pain pills just to spite you." She knew she'd been right when he gaped at her momentarily then burst into a fit of chuckles; yup, he'd been basking in the silence and praying she wouldn't speak! "Prince of the Saiyans my ass. More like Prince of the Trolls."
When he motioned like he was wearing a tall crown and grinned at her, she giggled and nodded. "Fine, fine! You're right! King of the Trolls it is!"
They were both quiet after that for a little longer as they scarfed down the remains of lunch, and Usagi got up and pulled a dish from the oven when she put the other dishes in the sink. "Cheesecake to go with supper," she explained before sticking it in the fridge. "Now… you wanna go outside?"
She smiled when he nodded and gestured for her to lead the way, and once outside she thought for a moment before going right into the very first kata she'd seen him try to perform.
Rather than join in, Vegeta merely stood there and assessed her good form and her grace as she went through the moves with her eyes closed and her nose in the air a little as if she was scenting for an enemy. Her punches were smooth and her kicks were downright beautiful, and the Prince of all Saiyans relaxed and simply enjoyed the sight without really paying a lot of attention to the lesson.
Usagi finally stopped and opened her eyes to blush at the sight of him watching her with such intensity that it was beyond flattering. "Again? Or would you like to join?" She shrugged and nodded and closed her eyes once more when he made a twirling motion with his fingers, signaling for her to continue.
She hesitated only for a brief moment halfway through the exercise when she smelled a fire on a cold night standing right next to her, but continued when she felt the air next to her begin to move in tandem with her own motions. She only opened her eyes after a few more moves and smiled at the sight of her wild man moving with a grace that far surpassed her own, his face completely focused and relaxed as he went through the motions of the kata. He's so beautiful when he moves, she whispered to herself.
It was only a moment later when his lips twitched up in a smirk that she realized she'd said that out loud. "Well, you are," she mumbled as she stuttered a move and blushed in embarrassment.
Pleased that he could make her falter her stance, Vegeta placed a hand on her back to right her form and smiled smugly when she had a hard time getting back into the movements. He chuckled at the end of the kata and gestured into the air. "No, I can't fly," she admitted a little shyly. "Only as Cosmos, sorry."
Usagi blinked in total surprise when he suddenly transformed into his blonde power-up and signaled for her to power up as well. "Are… are you sure, big guy?" He seemed to consider it for a long minute but finally grunted and nodded, pointing into the air once more. "You know… once we get you talking, maybe you can explain to me how in the hell to use ki? I've always wanted to learn but… well, Raditz is easily distracted, and I'd feel like I was imposing by randomly popping up and asking Turles or Broly."
She stepped forward and hugged him when he nodded sharply. "Thanks, big guy!" Usagi then stepped back and shifted to Cosmos and smiled broadly. "So… we'll do the katas in the air, then?"
Vegeta shook his head and grinned savagely; he had something much, much better in mind. Shooting into the air, he waited for her patiently and jumped when she suddenly appeared right in front of him, followed by a rub to his forehead when it ached.
"Damn it, Kakarot! How many times have I fucking told you not to just pop in! Especially when you sense my ki in my bedroom!"
"Damn it, Goku! GET OUT! I'm naked!" Bulma shrieked at her best friend.
"Sorry!" The taller Saiyan laughed before blinking out of sight.
Vegeta opened his eyes to find Cosmos holding him upright, a concerned expression on her face. "Fine," he mouthed, drawing swiftly out of her arms. Contact with Usagi he could tolerate—even enjoy— but not with this silver woman. She seemed too cold, too distant compared to the little golden goddess that was her other form. And the eyes weren't the right color, either.
"Sorry, just didn't want you to fall," she whispered, more than a little hurt at his rejection.
The prince sighed and tried his hardest to reach out and give her a comforting touch, but he just couldn't force himself to do so. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. He'd wind up hitting her for real and actually hurting her if things got out of hand while she was Cosmos.
Usagi was sinking back to the ground, but for other reasons, and she detransformed the moment her feet were on the ground and strode inside, only to be spun and jerked into a pair ridiculously muscular arms the moment she made for the couch.
Vegeta sighed in relief when he felt her relax against him, clearly fighting the urge to cry as he purred gently in comfort to her. "I know you didn't mean it that way," she whispered into his bare chest, "I know you're making great progress, big guy. And I'm sorry I reacted like that."
He huffed in utter disbelief; she wasn't upset with him!? She was upset with herself and that's why she'd left!? "I shouldn't have pushed you to accept me as Cosmos just yet, honey. I'm sorry for that, I should have just sat on the ground and watched you like always."
Usagi started when she suddenly felt his mouth moving hers, but when he pulled away and made a shushing noise, she knew everything was alright between them. "How about we just work on the ground?" She suggested.
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Naked but for her underwear, Usagi sighed comfortably, eyes closed against the young blue sunlight above her. "Feels so good," she chortled. "This was a great idea, big guy."
Vegeta grunted absently and simply enjoyed the warmth baking into his weary, newly-healed muscles; they'd only been doing katas for three hours without a break, followed by a brief sparring match. His lips twitched up in a ghost of a smile at that thought; Usagi had been surprisingly adept at dodging and countering his attacks, but he'd won in the end despite the fact that they'd only been using muscle and temper against one another.
If she hadn't been cramping, though… Vegeta suspected she would have given him more of a run for his money than she had. Well… that and the fact that he could sense her pulling her punches and obviously making every attempt not to harm him. He appreciated that gesture, but a spar was a spar; one hundred years in captivity would never change that fact. People got bruised when sparring and it was just a fact of life.
Hell, even Usagi had a couple to show for her efforts, but like her, Vegeta had pulled his punches, too. She didn't need to know that, though.
"You know… I created a hot spring on this planet, too. Maybe we should go soak for a while. Gods, that would feel so good after all that exercise." Usagi laughed when he gave her a disgusted look, and she shook her head as she giggled. "I'll wear a tampon! I won't get any blood in the water! Besides, I was bleeding a little in the tub last night, you big goof. And yes, I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your face!" She teased. "Hang on, I'll go plug up my vuh-jay-jay and then we can go for a nice warm swim."
Before he could refuse or agree, Usagi was going back into the house, and she returned wearing a two-piece swim suit. "I'm assuming you're going commando as always, sexy man?"
If commando meant naked, yes. He was comfortable in his skin, damn it, and he was having a hard time not stripping her down just to convince himself that she wasn't concealing any weapons. Vegeta mentally sighed and reminded himself for the millionth time that all of her weapons were in her subspace and not on her person, and that she had done more than enough to prove that she'd never harm him.
"Well, then I'll just continue to enjoy the view," she giggled with a quick glance behind her to appreciate all of those lovely, tanned muscles… and what was so obviously male swaying a little as he followed her. "What?" She snorted when he growled a little her way, "if you're going to walk around bare-ass naked, don't get all pissy when I check you out. I like men, and you're a very good-looking man, big guy. Nothing wrong with appreciating a little eye candy… and if you're going to act all embarrassed about it, put some clothes on," she finished with a snicker.
She heard him grumbling wordlessly to himself as they walked on through the trees, and finally she chortled with happiness when they reached the spring. She immediately climbed in and sighed as the heat seeped into her cramped muscles, melting her into utter relaxation. "Now this, I could get used to. I guess this is really like a weird vacation of sorts," she mused, resting her head back on the grass. "I haven't just relaxed in… gods, I don't even know how long. Five hundred years? Not for this long, anyway. It's been a decade since I've stayed in this form for longer than a day. Big guy… how long?" She asked, suddenly serious. "How long did those bastards have you?"
She sighed heavily when she opened her eyes to find him glaring daggers at her. "I meant no offense. I just… I'm curious about you, and I've avoided asking questions until now, haven't I? Hell, I don't even know your name and I haven't demanded a single thing from you. Except that you not piss on the doorstep, anyway," she added with a tiny smile.
He sighed and stopped giving her the look of death before nodding and holding up one finger, followed by the making of two zeros with his hands, and confirmed her shocked expression with a nod.
"You're very… wow. You're something else, not to have lost your mind or…" Usagi shook her head sadly and worried her lower lip with her teeth. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I was in this dimension about seventy-five years ago, then again fifty years ago when I saved Raditz. Maybe… maybe if I'd been paying better attention, I would have felt your pain then and…" She was cut off by a grunt, and found him shaking his head dismissively when she looked up. "I know it's not my fault, but still. Things might have been different for you. Easier to handle. No one deserves what you went through, big guy. No one. I'm sorry."
Vegeta merely grunted and shook his head before resting back on the grass and enjoying the warmth of the spring. He had to admit that it was nice, insanely nice, just to be relaxing in the warmth for a little while.
He swallowed after a little while and nearly spoke when he sensed how tense and deep in thought she was. The damn woman actually cared. Sure, he knew that, but the novelty of someone actually giving a shit about him hadn't worn off. But he couldn't speak, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't try to communicate the fact that he'd become what he currently was after about ten years of being in that hell hole. That was when he'd started blocking out memories; they'd hurt too much, knowing that he had people and family that he cared about, people he would never see again. It had just hurt too much.
Twenty-five years or one hundred years. It wouldn't have mattered. He would have endured less pain, yes, but he'd already become what he was by then either way. And she hadn't known. It wasn't her fault.
"Did you…?" Usagi closed her mouth and sighed. "Sorry, I'm really not trying to pry, wild man."
Vegeta shrugged and sighed, and made a signal with his hand that indicated she should just ask whatever was on her mind. "Did you have any family? I know you have a child already."
He nodded slowly before holding his hand out low in height to indicate his son, and then used his hands to make a curvy shape in the air.
"Oh? You had a wife?" Usagi asked curiously, squashing down an unexpected little wave of jealousy. Like he can help the fact that he has a wife, Usa! Gods, be a little more understanding! "Well—then shouldn't we—I mean, do you know what planet we should head for? I should take you to her, big guy. Maybe it'll help jog your memory." When he shook his head and tapped his temple, she sighed and nodded. He didn't remember the planet, and likely didn't remember enough about his wife and son, either. It would only be more stress on an already over-taxed man. "We'll stay, then. You seem to be settling in here… in a way, anyway. It wouldn't be the greatest idea to make you change scenery so soon."
Usagi blinked when he grunted and pointed at her. "Yeah, of course I'll stay, big guy. I'm not going anywhere." She gave him a reassuring smile when he visibly relaxed and nodded, closing his eyes and laying his head back to just enjoy the hot spring.
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The walk back from the spring was slow, almost leisurely, and when he noticed her limping again he stopped near the house and motioned for her to lie down and they enjoyed the rays of the sun for another hour, letting it dry and warm them.
Vegeta grunted when he noted that her skin was growing pink, but when she didn't respond he realized she'd dozed off.
Usagi woke when she felt her arm being steadily poked, and smiled at him sleepily through half-lidded eyes. "Sorry, I was so comfortable." Her eyes opened a little wider when he suddenly grabbed his forehead, and she immediately kept him from falling over, holding him tightly to her as he went limp. "Big guy? Big guy!?"
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"You're so comfortable. Like a giant, muscular pillow."
Vegeta chuckled at that and pulled his woman closer, running a hand down her creamy, bare flank. "Only for you, woman."
"Better be only for me," she half-teased, thumping him lightly on the arm. "As sexy as you are, I wouldn't be surprised if you've got some sort of royal harem hidden away." She shivered when he rolled on top of her swiftly and bit down lightly on the still-bleeding mark on her shoulder, evidence of their recent lovemaking. He had one to match on the opposite shoulder, and he trembled a bit when she reached up to trace it.
"You're mine, woman. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"But you're not mine. I'm yours. You've told me that, too," she countered a little hotly.
"Bulma," he groaned, sagging against her a little. Damn it, not this argument again. "It's the usage in the Saiyan language, nothing more."
"Then tell me that you're mine, too. Just once. I'll never ask you to say it again."
"But that means—that makes me—"
"You're not a woman, Vegeta," she snorted, looking pointedly down between his legs. "And saying it in my language holds no bearing over your gender. I… I just want to hear it. That's all. Just once."
"Just once," he said hoarsely, licking his lips, which he bent to her throat when she nodded seriously. Vegeta groaned a little when she lifted her hips, offering herself to him, and he took her in one slow motion, both of them moaning softly.
"Kami, I love you, Vegeta…"
In for a penny, in for a pound. He'd never said the 'L' word before either, but he knew that she needed to hear it as well. Just once. "You're mine," he whispered, flexing his hips gently as she clung to him and whimpered with pleasure. "And I'm yours, Bulma… forever… I love you, my mate. My r'sha…"
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"Hey," Usagi whispered gently, stroking her fingers through his hair. "It's ok," she assured him when he looked around a little wildly at the change in his surroundings. "You've been out for a couple hours, big guy. I shifted back to Cosmos and brought you inside… you scared me for a little while." The princess was only scared further when he looked around again, wide-eyed and terrified, and suddenly burst into tears.
"Oh dear gods," she whispered in horror, immediately drawing him tightly into her arms. "Shh… it's ok, big guy. Shh… please don't cry, honey. It's alright, you're safe. Nothing's going to hurt you, I swear it. And if anyone tries… I'll rip their fucking throats out," she added softly.
He only continued to cry into her chest, shaking violently with each wracking sob, and at a loss for what to do, Usagi only continued to hold him, running her fingers through his hair and down his back, whispering soothing words to him whenever his weeping grew too violent.
Holy shit, it was a little scary, and she couldn't help but wonder what in the hell he'd remembered that would cause such a reaction. He'd been moaning in his sleep, and for a moment she'd thought—with a touch of amusement—that he'd been dreaming about getting laid.
Maybe he had been. Maybe he'd been dreaming about someone he'd loved, only to wake and find them gone… Usagi knew all too well about dreams like that, she'd woken in tears on more than one occasion when she'd dreamed about her Senshi, so—
Her thoughts were cut off when he laid back down, taking her with him, and she relaxed when he only held her close and continued to cry softly. And when she shifted a little he bunched his fists in her nightgown and shook his head vigorously, she pressed against him tightly and made soothing noises. "Yes, I'll stay, big guy. I'm not going anywhere, I promise," she said gently, drawing his covers up around both of them as she pressed her lips to his forehead. "Let it out, and then I'll use a little power to make you sleep, ok?"
The prince nodded slightly, so wrapped up in his grief that he could do nothing but trust her implicitly. His mate… he… he couldn't feel her through the bond that he'd suddenly known to check. It had been there in the memory, the feeling of her pleasure, her thoughts processing in the back of his mind.
In that one flashback, every memory of her had returned to him in a single shot and had left his head throbbing painfully.
But she was gone. Even after he'd looked immediately upon waking, there was no one there on the other side of it.
Which could only mean that Bulma was dead.
Poor Vegeta. His day was SO GOOD and I just had to go and utterly fucking ruin it with a massive flashback. Well, at least he knows now… and yall's questions about why he didn't remember anything is FINALLY answered. If you didn't catch that, he blocked it all out to spare himself pain. You'll know later why no one could find him, and YES, I will have a flashback at some point soon explaining his capture. Love yall! PLEASE R&R! I have to work all weekend, so checking my email at work and seeing your reviews will make my day SO much more bearable! Especially if we're still on contact precautions because of the in-house flu endemic we're having.
Topaz: NOW we know Bulma's dead! Don't assume, woman! Ok, fine. It's easy to assume; Bulma's human and he's been gone 100 years. She's dead and we knew it lol. And don't molest my Geta! He's been through enough already, Jesus! The poor man! He's suffered enough without being traumatized by a pervert like you! :D
Sesshy: I meant to add… yeah, Usa was more than a fuck buddy to him… but don't worry… *wink* I have an AU sidefic coming out for this, just as I'm prone to usually do. Poor Raddy, though. He never gets to fuck Usa in canon in any of my fics!
SelenaA: Drawers. Yall. Yall. Yall. Muddin'. Over yonder. Tin instead of ten and etc.
Ana: TOOT TOOT BIATCH! Damn right it was SEXY! :D Geta is ALWAYS sexy! And yes, I will post the prequel; Raditz is finally gonna get to do Usagi in canon.
