Stolen Hearts Chapter 20, a dragon ball z fanfic

Stolen Hearts Chapter Twenty

The sun sank lower and lower until the western sky was all like one great furnace of melted gold. The sunset was behind a peak which stood up sharp against the brightness, rebelliously distinct. Bulma paced anxiously. Was this the right spot? Did he change his mind? Was he just joking to make a fool of her? When would she be able to calm her mind and stop being in such a frenzy all the time?

The man who held her heart appeared clearly before her in moments, and that sight was as sweet to her as a fountain to a traveler strung with thirst; as land to a sailor who had been long lost at sea.

Vegeta tried to give her a reassuring smile. At a young age, he had learnt to distance himself as a means of retaining his sanity, and now he was going to join his soul to another. It was unnerving to say the least. This ground that he walked on was unsteady and strange. He had yet to find his balance.

There would always be this chasm between their wounded hearts. Yet without her, already he felt this void gaping within. What an irony, But for all the danger and troubles that would come from being with her, the pain of losing something so precious was far more acute.

He knew he would give up the world for her. Live the rest of his life in even more agony if he could just be able to call her his, even if it was for only a moment, to be with her completely with their very souls entangling. His sanity was a small price to pay for her ... for her love.

But could he be enough? Was he really able to not be wicked? For one thing he knew he liked to hurt people. One reason he fell in love with Bulma was because the first thing he had done was to hurt her. He might never have noticed her as a person, if he had not seen the pain in her eyes. It was like they were trying to bring down the moon. This love had to be strong if it was to last.

"I was worried," Bulma said quietly, sensing his distance.

"Perhaps you should be."

"If there is any reason I shouldn't be you would do well to tell me now Vegeta," she said with definite worry creeping into her voice. Had he really had a change of heart? She knew this was too good to be true.

"I don't understand how you love me, why should you love me? Are you sure you do? Is there not some mistake about it?"

"There is no mistake Vegeta, trust me. I thought I explained this well to you yesterday," Bulma said smiling with relief that his hesitance was only out of confusion, "My love for you is better than diamonds. I would give you the stars from the bruised evening sky if I could. Anything and everything."

"Bulma, Thanks to you I am one with the gods And Heaven is near!" Vegeta said, smiling and looking as though he really had finally accepted the fact that she loved him dearly.

"So you are sure of your love too then?"

"Yes. I do believe I am. More then anything. You challenge me, fascinate me. You make me feel needed, strange, happy, angry, alive. You evoke emotions in me that no one else does. I was a fool not to acknowledge it. And I would be a greater fool not to do something about it. I love you. If there is one thing in this world I am certain of, it is that. It is the only thing. I cannot pretend that every breath I take is not for you," his voice broke with the enormity of his confession. He hoped she would not be frightened of the intensity of his emotions, but she felt just as intensely so there was no need for fear.

"It is foolish to be worried then," Bulma said, "No hope had vanished from my heart. Some may criticize and judge, but they can't take away the love that will live inside us forever. There is every reason for us to be."

He smiled brilliantly and took her hand to lead her to some prepared spot and Bulma could feel the magic of this night. Would their joining at this time really bind their spirits together? It seemed to Bulma that they already were.

For the first time she was not afraid. She trusted him completely with utter faith. Damn the consequences, she wanted, she needed this, and spite on any who dared to take it from her. Only he could have the best of her.

As they walked through the darkness distant songs could be heard through the crisp spirited air and Bulma listened intently to the unfamiliar refrains.

OH, Leader of the Wind Riders

The Night of Need fast approaches.

As we call forth the Need-Fire

We shall look within ourselves,

Giving strength, honor, and love

And thus in return see re-birth

As the Wheel turns once again,

Every stop becoming a fresh start.

Now is the keen Fire kindled

To spread light and warmth,

Expelling the cold of Winter.

As we share this glorious night

With spirit-guardians, kith and kin

"Shall we make our own song for the heavens? The stars seem lonely tonight," Bulma inquired, uncertain of the proceedings to this ritual, and feeling the desire to raise her voice with the distant melodious tune.

"I think it would be lovely. I have always enjoyed your voice above all other sounds."

Bulma would have smiled if there had not already been one upon her face. She cleared her mind and let her voice take flight.

"Moonlight twirls in orbits, Endlessly around our love. A Faerie's fingers dancing as she wakes the sleeping doves. The limits here are endless, 'round our minds, and 'round our hearts. This world is such a masquerade, and I forgot my part. Dancing ever silently between the veils of night. Crying ever desperately, my soul burns from the light. The fire's glow consumes us, embers seeking life once more. Throwing laughter to the winds, what was now-becomes once more."

"Bulma," he spoke her name as if she belonged to him deeply, like a memory, "My heart is yours to fill or burst or bury, whichever you prefer. My hopes are so high that your kiss could kill me, so won't you kill me? So I die knowing what bliss feels like."

"My dear," she said as she threw herself to him, feeling her eyes tear and threaten to overflow. Her mind raced. 'This man really loves me, he loves me so much he would die from it, he loves me without reservation. I never knew love could be like this, so wonderful, I thought it was all a joke, a lie, that I could never learn to love another. But its real, it's as real as the air or the water or the earth or the fire, and I can feel it as such, oh gods I can feel it, I can feel him!'

Bulma went from feeling burdened and old and tired to feeling light, new, and clean. She was transformed from a failure to a triumph. It was the moment she knew who she was.

"Vegeta, my heart is so infused with love that I think it might burst. Do you think you can die from loving something so much? I used to wish for it, but now I hope it is not true. For the first time in my life I do not lust for death. I lust for you, I love you. Lay your hands over me," she said in a teary rash, having too much emotion to keep inside. What she felt for Vegeta was searing, scarlet, blazing, iridescent, too much to be controlled.

"Yes, no more fear... no more deceptions. You shall have all of me, and I shall have all of you," and with that he kissed her in a possessive way, lingering over her mouth and pressing her whole body into his. The ground was steady under his feet again. They were ready and waiting with open and honest hearts.

The full moon, serene and proud, rose over the clouds that had barred it from sight and it washed over the land, giving it a mystic appearance. Bathed in the moonlight, Bulma felt the light of the Goddess steaming over, streaming through her, and she was Bulma no more. She was part of something else, something greater. She was part of him.

She lay there feeling the surge of the life of the earth around her, the pounding tides of spring, and she seemed to expand, to fill all the void, as life surged inside her, body and soul. He was kneeling beside her and she reached up to him, gripped his hands, and drew him down to her, feeling the soft warmth and weight of his body. He kissed her and wrapped her in his strong arms, warm and alive. He had lost himself just thinking about the two of them. He lingered upon her sweet, delicious, perfect mouth, and she had no doubt that he would do his best for her.

She was in full awareness and could savor every touch, the softness and hardness, the strong young body and the surprising gentleness behind his bold approach. She laughed in delight at the pleasure, fully open to him, sensing his own enjoyment as her own. She had never been so happy. His naked flesh glistened smooth in the glimmerings of the strange light of the stars.

He pressed his lips gently against hers, tracing the tip of his tongue along the curve, but not going in. He kept his attention focused on her supple lips, gliding his tongue over the plump softness and occasionally nibbling lightly. He slanted his lips over hers again after a detour down her neck, and this time she returned the kiss, her soft lips parting readily as she melted against him.

They were reacting, responding moment by moment now; the speed with which the kiss rapidly deepened was little surprise. Her tongue tangled with his, stroking and flicking, and she tasted an intoxicating sweetness of fresh rainwater.

"I need you... I need you.." she whispered, repeating it like a sacred incantation, invoking the most pleasurable movements from his hips. The taste of his lips on hers, the way he stirred her inside, the swirling in her head were all so wonderful, that she was sure she had escaped all darkness and deceit. She was someplace where honest feelings were all that mattered, where words were molded into the rhythms in her heart not the workings of her mind. They were together as intimately as any two people could ever be.

Crouched over her, Vegeta made slow, unhurried love to his Princess, his hands ranging sensually over valleys and swells, his teeth nipping and grazing satin skin, his tongue tasting the salty tang of the fine sheet of sweat that shimmered on the pale flesh. Bulma's eyes were closed, smoky lashes fluttering slightly against high cheekbones, swollen lips parted slightly as she panted. Her hands threaded through dark, spiky hair, fisting weakly, and then moving down to knead muscular biceps jerkily as she thrashed in agonized ecstasy.

He groaned as he took in the highly erotic sight, oh gods, he burned... With a low growl, he quickened his movements. Pausing, he looked down at Bulma, loving the raw desire he saw in smoldering in her heavy, half-lidded eyes. Legs clamped around his waist, drawing him further in. He could not get enough, he could not be deep enough, and it seemed neither could she.

"Move, Vegeta..." It was meant to be an imperious order but came out as a guttural plea. He gave a feral smirk and rocked his hips slowly but powerfully, relishing the breathy groans he was wringing.

He was commanding the very Earth to give way against his desire... he thrust into her fiercely driven by a force he hardly understood, and it seemed to her she was as the passive earth beneath the rain and wind and storm, and it was as if the lightening struck deep into the earth beneath electrifying it with its force... He screamed, and she heard forever in his tone, eternity echoing in her pinnacle cry.

Round and jagged and wonderful and.. can you taste the moon? Because she could swear it held the essence of the moon flying from his lips. She had to pull herself to him because she could not let go at this point. Being filled and fulfilled and happy and belonging, she needed to savor these things. They had escaped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the skies on laughter silvered wings, moonward they climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of star split clouds, up up in the long delirious burning blue.

But they couldn't stay in that state forever and the force binding them took control once again. Slowly they slipped back down to earth, still reveling in their trip to heaven. He moaned and fell forward across her, lifeless except for his horse breathing. She cradled his weight in her embrace, holding him with weary warmth. She felt him kiss her naked breast and slowly his breathing returned to normal.

Their bodies and minds were worn out, but it was comfortable and safe somehow to be thus tired. She smiled at him serenely, being more perfectly content then she ever thought possible. The words were on his lips, ready to say, but he kissed her softly instead. There was no need for words. They both know more than they can ever say.

Bulma could feel him even more. He was everywhere around her and in her, mind, body, heart, and soul, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She kissed his hair and his soft cheek with a wild tenderness. She flung her hair back looking though the moonlight at the fair body still sprawled atop her in exhaustion, limbs twined, caressing each other in a pleasant fatigue.

"You were the Goddess a moment ago and now I find you are a woman."

She laughed lightly. "And are you not a God, but a man?"

"I think I have had enough of being a God, and besides, it seems to me presumptuous for a man of flesh and blood," he said holding her against him, "I am content to be no more then a man."

"Perhaps there is a time to be God and Goddess, and a time to be no more then flesh and blood."

"Do you think the Goddess will be angry with me if I like the woman better?" he asked with a smirk as his hands explored her body.

"It seems only fitting," she smiled back and lost herself in his kiss again, thinking it could be forever in this moment. You know it is love when in the silence all you can here is a heart beat and you can't tell if it is yours or not.

They had brought a piece of heaven back down with them and they clung to it desperately, relishing and needing its hidden warmth. They tried to form more words but their thoughts were misconstrued. They were two people who had so long been lost in the dark that they were nearly blind, stumbling around, hands outstretched, trying to feel their way.

Bulma found her tongue first and murmured against Vegeta's neck, "Just when I think I couldn't love you any more, I go and fall further. I am beginning to think your love is an endless pit."

"I don't think you shall ever find the bottom dear Princess, I'm sorry," Vegeta sighed and let his eyes slide closed, "I'd give the world to you, with all of my heart. This blood through my veins is for you. You alone have all of me. Every single thing you do to me is like I'm drunk. Your love is more precious to me then all the treasure in the world, then all the starts in the sky, all the fish in the ocean. For you I would crawl through the darkest dungeon, climb the highest castle wall, fight the fiercest dragon... I can't think of enough clichéd sayings of adoration to express to you the intensity of my undying fervor for you."

"You don't have to Vegeta, you don't have to. All I need to do is look into your eyes and it is all there. It is the most beautiful thing ever to behold. I may not understand this completely, but I know, I know in my heart, that it's pure, and right, and I will never renounce it. Even if there are a million reasons, life to deny, I will toss them away. Love is all we need dear." And Bulma cried. She cried because she could see his beautiful face before her, she could feel his touch, she could feel his soul!

"Oh I love you so much Bulma, I love you, I love you," he said kissing her with each declaration, "I could never say it until now and now I can't say it enough. I will tell you I love you every day for eternity so that you should never forget," and he pressed his lips against hers as if he wanted to leave an imprint of his love.

"Vegeta I could never forget because I feel it in my bones, I can feel it all around me. Does this mean we are bonded now?"

"Almost, all we have left to do is make a verbal declaration of our love to the world and it will be complete."

Somehow Bulma knew the words without him having to tell her and they said them perfectly in unison, looking into the others honest eyes.

"I will always love you with every corner of my mind, every drop of my soul, every string of my heart, and every fiber of my being, this I swear by the stars."

Bulma would have though it foolishness to say those words a moth ago, merely a game for the childish mind, but now they were sweeter then any that had ever been spoken, and she could truly feel them and reveled in their meaning.

"There must be hundreds of things that could go wrong," Bulma said, her voice breaking with emotion, "But laying here with you, holding your hands... I can't think of one of them. Not one. They are banished, chased away to the far corners of the world at the mere thought of you, and all I can think of is how I could stay like this forever and be wondrously happy, so happy the heavens might become jealous. You bring my dreams to reality Vegeta, and for that I am forever yours. This is the truest thing in my entire life and nothing is going to take it from me."

"All this endearment is so strange for us."

"I know, it seems surreal."

"Bulma," Vegeta said turning serious, "I'm going to have to leave this place, for they will hunt me down for the murd… for the death of Volsung. They won't stop. I know you don't like me to ask you this but if I may be so bold, I would ask you to come with me to someplace far away, where the world doesn't know us. If you wish me to stay so you can still be with your people, I will stay, for I cannot leave without you. It is up to you."

"Vegeta if your life is in peril then you must go, there is no question about it, but I ... I don't think I can.. ," Bulma's eyebrows were knitted together in worry. Could she leave her family? She loved them but…. He needed her more, "No. I will come with you."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to have to leave the people you love."

"Who knows, I might be able to come back some day, and right now you need me more, and I need you more. There is no uncertainty about it," Bulma said confidently and wondered where it came from, "I will return home briefly and gather what I can. The sun is already rising in the sky. Where and when do you wish me to meet you?"

"Here, at noon," he said unable to hide his joyful smile. He would have her all to himself at last. They would be free of this condemning world.

"Alright, until then my love," Bulma said breathless with the sudden turn of brash events.

She gave Vegeta a long farewell kiss, having to forcefully pull herself away from him like two powerful magnets. Every other step she glanced over her shoulder at the other half of her soul, aching at the parting, but eagerly looking forward to the future.

A new creation was here to stay.

AN: oK..now What exactly is that creation? And should she look forward? Is the princess really turning her back on her people? And what of Bulma's "nothing is going to take it from me" is that famous last words? Until next time, thanks for reading.

"Private Emotion"

Every endless night has a dawning day

Every darkest sky has a shining ray

And it shines on you baby can't you see

You're the only one who can shine for me

It's a private emotion that fills you tonight

And a silence falls between us

As the shadows steal the light

And wherever you may find it

Wherever it may lead

Let your private emotion come to me

Come to me

When your soul is tired and your heart is weak

Do you think of love as one way street

Well it runs both ways, open up your eyes

Can't you see me here, how can you deny