Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor its characters…
Setting: after Bulma and Vegeta have been married for
a while…possibly after Buu…doesn't really matter when…
Bulma woke up
with a start. She blinked twice and
looked around still half-dazed.
Finally, her eyes rested on the dark figure lying next to her.
A dream had
disrupted her sleep, its contents already slipping away from her memory. But it didn't matter now. She was safe. Safe inside her husband's strong, powerful arms.
She watched him
sleep for a while, the moonlight casting enough light through her bay windows
to allow her to see his facial features.
It was a rare
occasion when she would wake up before him.
His mouth in his sleep was soften, his brows more relaxed. His expression could almost be called
peaceful.
Was it because
of her, she wondered.
With deliberate
slowness, for he was a very light sleeper, she reached out and ever so gently
touched his lips. Those lips that were
surprisingly soft and with the capability to give her hours of pleasure. She ran a finger across them and a small
shiver ran through her as memories of their earlier lovemaking flooded her
mind.
His arm that was
wrapped around her waist moved causing her body to be even closer to his. Her breath stopped. Had she awaken him? His eyes were still closed and his breathing
was even. She let out that breath she
had been holding. It was just a reflex. She hoped.
It was moments
like these she treasured. A little
reminder of their love which sometimes was hard to see in the light of day when
they fought.
Oh, how she
loved this Saiyan. A brute he may be,
callous, untouchable, cold, cruel…what was it about him that attracted her so?
It was his
soul. Although he may claim his heart
and soul were pure evil that was not true.
Souls are not inherently evil.
They are made that way. For him
it was Frieza. But either way his soul
held a strong passion and iron will that she so admired. Yamcha used to hold a deep passion as well
but he lost it when he died that first time.
And that was when their relationship began to slip.
But Vegeta…even
with all the pain and torture he must have endured he came through pride
intact. Did anyone see him the way she
saw him? Goku, maybe. At least during battles. When he fought he poured all of himself out
on the battlefield. His attacks were
never half-hearted or misplaced. All
his focus centered on his enemy and nothing broke through his concentration. Which was why she understood when he did not
save her from the android but rather Trunks did. He probably hadn't even realized she and their baby were
there. That was how he fought. It had taken her a long time to see that
about him. But somewhere deep in her
subconscious she must have known because that was what attracted her to him.
Everything he
did whether it was fighting or kissing he did it full of passion. In everything he strove for
perfection…rather like herself. Oh, how
I love him. Did he know how strongly
she felt? They had never uttered such
words to each other. Both were afraid
of opening themselves up like that.
Full of pride…sometimes too much…
"I…I love you,
my Veggie-chan," she whispered so softly that no human ear could understand.
But, of course,
he wasn't a human was he. One of his
eyes slowly opened. Then the
other. She was taken aback, her mouth
suddenly went dry as a desert. He was
so still, only his eyes showing any sign of movement. She didn't know what he could be thinking. Maybe he was still half-asleep. His eyes barely made any perceptible movement.
Bulma felt his
hand move up onto her back. He was
definitely awake. But what was he
thinking? He must've heard her. His ears were so sensitive. A fact which she delighted in when she
wanted to tease him mercilessly.
They laid there,
neither saying a word, just staring into each other's eyes. Maybe there was nothing that needed to be
said. She knew he would never say those
words which she had said for the first time herself. But then again he didn't need to. His eyes said more than words could convey.
When he looked
at her it was as if he was trying to drink her soul, her essence like a thirsty
man in the middle of the desert. Those
black orbs showed an all-consuming need that only she could fulfill and
satisfy. He looked at her as if she was
the most precious thing in the whole universe and no one not even he was worthy
of her.
His words, on
the other hand, said different. But she
could see past them. Not even he, the
cold-hearted Prince of all Saiyans, could hide the fiery passion that illuminated
through his eyes, his one vulnerable spot.
Or rather he could hide it in front of everyone but her. She was his weakness, as he liked to point
out time and again.
But he didn't
push her away. He stayed with her. No matter how many fights, he stayed with
her. And she was glad. She had told him on several occasions she
could do without him but that was a flat-out lie. How could she survive with only half her soul? Long ago she had given him a piece of
herself and she knew without him she would be incomplete and empty.
Did he know
that? Probably not. They were both adept at hiding their
greatest emotions. So she would say it
again. "I love you," she said this time
a little louder. His eyes peered into
hers and she felt his hand move over to cup her face.
"Don't ever
leave me. I need you. Do you know that? I need you here with me forever."
He hushed her
with a soft kiss on her lips. She felt
him take a deep breath and his eyes closed blocking her only access to his
feelings.
"I—I…l-love…y-you…Bulma,"
he managed to squeeze out of his tightening throat. A smile as brilliant as the sun shone on her face.
She met his
words with a kiss of her own but not so gentle. She forced her tongue inside his warm mouth and took her fill of
him before ending it.
And with those
words they tightened and tied the bond between them everlasting and forever.
