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Chapter 7: Night of solace
Oh, hold him darling
Please hold him tight
And brush the tear from your eye
You weep because you had a dream last night
You dreamed that he said goodbye
He held two roses within his hand
Two roses he gave to you
The red rose tells you of his passion
The white rose of his love so true
Not even ash. Not even ash was left. The three suns of Connaara-seji seemed to be mocking them with their light. No shadow, no armor, no ash. Vegeta couldn't believe what had just happened. First he was angered, but after he had destroyed his whole surroundings the only feeling that was left was grief. He had been his bodyguard, his fellow, his companion his guidance when he was younger and most important, he had been his friend. Now nothing was left of him, except for the memories the prince swore he would hold dear. He would never admit it to anyone but Nappa had meant a lot to him. Nappa had had faith in him and his actions. He had always wanted the best for him and tried to protect him even at times when he knew he could do nothing to stop the torture Vegeta had to endure. Nappa had been a true warrior. The royal Saiyan had always thought that the only honourable death for a warrior would be at the hands of his foe in a battle, but now he knew better. A true fighter fought for more than victory. He fought for pride, honor and most of all, for his loved ones. His onyx eyes traveled to the ones he had left to fight for. Radditz and Bulma.
He would protect them with his last breath to honor them and his fallen friend. He watched as Radditz sat down at the dusty ground, studying the spot where Nappa had stood at his last moments. Where he had shared his last thoughts with them. Yes, Nappa would be with his family again. And he was truly happy for him because he had known how much he missed them. Espacially his mate, Yena. His bodyguard had told him that they never had a too strong bond, therefor he hadn't died when she fell with his planet but he had whished he had.
He looked to the ground and up again to meet the azure orbs filled with tears that he longed to see the most at this moment. Now he thanked all Gods he knew that they had finished the mission. Vegeta walked from his spot to where Bulma stood. She didn't react as he stood in front of the sad bundle that only slightly looked like the girl he knew. He didn't want her to grief. It felt wrong to see her sad because it made him feel even worse than before. He knelt down and rose her chin with his forefinger and thumb to make her look at him.
'' Please don't cry.'' he said gently. Vegeta gave her a smile he hoped would comfort her and grabbed in her purse to encapsulate the ship. A few seconds afterwards the three friends stepped in and took off.
She felt like somebody had ripped her heart apart. It was her first death experience, now she new how somebody felt when a good friend flew off to the heavens. Her last tears fell at the silent dinner they had and as she lay in her sleeping bag, wanted to cry again but there were no tears left. Nappa had sacrificed himself so she could live. It was the most beatiful and cruel gift somebody had made her. Life. That was exactly what the heiress had taken from these poor people on the Kami forsaken planet. But she didn't feel guilty at all because it had to be done.
Was that what Nappa had thought when he decided to jump in front of her? A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she turned aroung again. It was about one a.m but she still couldn't sleep. Bulma had tossed from side to side the last three hours but it didn't help any. The teenager had tried to count sheep but in the end, her thoughts travelled back to the older Saiyan and his sacrifice. He had told her that sometimes, he felt lonely without his family. Nappa had told her that he looked forward to the day he could see them all again, even in hell.
The warrior had experienced her greatest fear: loneliness. Bulma had never wanted to be alone. And
she wouldn't be alone, not tonight. The feelings she had were too overwhelming to deal with them by herself. After a moment of hesitation the human girl peeled herself out of her sleeping bag stood up and tip toed to the only one that could truly comfort her tonight. She didn't even knock, she just opened the door for she knew he was wide awake. Bulma closed the distance between her and the bed he was lying. For a moment, there was silence but the heiress found the courage to speak up at last.
''Will it ever stop?'' Vegeta looked up to the blue haired feemal who stood beside his bed. The Saiyan could tell what she was talking about, what she wanted to stop. However, he knew the answer to her question and the answer probably wasn't one she was willing to hear. On the other hand, he would never lie to anyone, so she would have to deal with the pain. Noone should feell what she felt at the moment and he wished he could take it away. He felt it, too. This all consuming pain that drove you to the edge of sanity. But she was a stong girl.
''No.'' He said in a way that made her think he was made out of stone. Though she shook the thoughts quickly away. The prince was a good one, even if he tried hard to be the tough guy, she knew better than to judge him by superficialities or commands he had no choice but to obey.
The Saiyan turned his head away from her and looked up at the ceiling again. ''It will never stop, but you will learn to live with the pain eventually.''
Then there silence again. She was glad to hear that, but it hadn't been the reason for her late-night visit. Just ask him Bulma! This can't be too hard! Can I sleep here tonight? Ha! See? Not bad at all. So ask him Kami dammit! But she couldn't, it would expose her weakness. It had always been her problem. The heiress had never been able to be alone. She had always needed somebody around. The teenager didn't like the silence and sadness that accompanied loneliness. Sometimes she could stand it, but after today she had the feeling she would break if she was alone.
The young heiress was cut off in her thoughts as she heard a rustling. Her eyes widened as she turned her head to the spot the prince lay. Vegeta was moving on his bed. He was making some space for her! Immediatly she found her composure back and her face was as stoic as she could muster. Bulma climbed on the bed and put the blanked around herself as she shifted closer to Vegeta. At their skins' first contact he stiffened but as the minutes passed his muscles stated relaxing. He didn't even know what he was doing as he shifted away to make some space. Vegeta just felt it would be goo d for her, and for him. Somehow, her slow breaths tickled the crook of his neck and soothed his nerves. He let his chin rest on her head as she pressed herself even closer to him, but didn't back away.
She felt warm against his skin, it felt like the coldness of his heart melted away in her presence. Her fingers tight hold on his arm and chest let the feeling of loss subside. He knew what this feeling was, he wasn't stupid after all. Told to be truth, first he had denied it, however, right now it wasn't possible anymore to deny. He was attached to this little female. It sure didn't make sense but that didn't mean it wasn't there. Bulma made him feel warm and content. She made him feel proud and invicible. Carefully, he put an arm around her and ejoyed the comfort she brought him, how she eased all his pain silently.
Normally his pride wouldn't allow such contact and closeness to her but tonight he didn't feel any of it. No pride, no self-comfidence. It went all with Nappa to hell, but for once in his life he didn't regret thinking of her in a negative manner. As the female in his arms started to sob silently into his neck, he didn't consider her weak. Only beatiful and very sad. He felt like her, though Vegeta couldn't show it even if he had wanted to because he had no clue how to let lose.
Subconsciously he pulled her even closer and took in her intoxication scent. She smelled like the ocean of his home planet. It was familiar, new and exciting at the same time.
As Vegeta pulled her closer she was somekind startlet. Bulma would have never imagined him to do such a thing. Of course, in the last few weeks they had grown quite fond of each other, both in their own special ways. She probably liked him more than he liked her, hell she did have a little crush on him. The teenager knew how uncomfortable he must have felt when she had approached him, he was such a prude. But now he embraced her and immideatly she felt the pain lessen. It almost was like feeling him feel better and feel better herself, if that made any sense. The Saiyan Prince was warm and comforting. He made her push herself to her limits and beyond. They trained, they sparred, they laughed and now they grieved together. Vegeta had seen much worse than a dying friend but she knew Nappa had ment much to him. He had lost his family, his friends, his people and his planted and had been left with almost nothing. As the young Saiyann embraced her she could have sworn she could feel his pain, his loss, his need. Bulma held his arm even tighter as she wanted to swear to herself that he would never be alone. She knew this wasn't possible, however, she would make sure he was safe as long as she lived, she promised herself. That was the night, Bulma made a decision.
And every night after he shall die
Yes every night when he's gone
The wind will sing you this lullaby
Sweet Charlotte was loved by John *
*Bette Davis-Hush hush sweet charlotte
I know it's short but I didn't have tiime for more I'm sorry. So what decision has Bulma made?
Please review, I would appreciate some comment / criticism
