Tell Me
Elizabeth Knight
Chapter 15
"Kyle? Where are you going?" his uncle ask several days later.
"You know where I'm going." he answered.
"Kyle, your people need you here. You shouldn't be running off after this saiyan."
"I need her, uncle. I will have her. She's already mine." he hissed over his shoulder. Kyle grabbed the few belongings from his room to shove into his small pack.
"If you leave now you'll be betraying your pack. They may not follow you if you take a saiyan mate. You should think on this very carefully."
"Are you threatening me with the loss of my leadership? Because if you're telling me that my people won't support my decision of mate, then my people have already betrayed me. If they think that they can find someone better for the position then they can gladly refill it." Kyle said heatedly to his astonished uncle.
"Bra? Bra! I want you to come out of there this instant. It's not good for you to be locked up in your room." Bulma pounded on the locked door one more time.
"I have no one I want to see outside this room." Bra answered her mother's worried voice as she concentrated on the canvas in front of her. Bra dipped her brush into the white paint and added the highlights to the waters surface. She smiled slightly as the picture began to take form, and what a form it was too. Closing her eyes she conjured up the memory of her bath at the village in the private caves, and more importantly the image of her lover's water drenched body and hair. She let the memory over take her as she heard his voice and felt the fires rising in his eyes. He was so beautiful.
Bra opened her eyes slowly as a tear trickled out one corner and rolled down her cheek. Dashing it away, she quickly began to finish up her picture. He would come for her. He had to. She stepped back to look at the picture and then at the cluttered wall covered in his image. There were pictures of the feast, pictures of the prison, pictures of their incredible journey to his village, and pictures of him when she'd first met him. It didn't seem that there would be much room left for many more pictures. Oh well, she'd hang them from her ceiling if she wanted to. Where was he? He had said he would come, but she was beginning to think perhaps.......NO! He would come, and that was that. He would.
Warm arms encircled her waist, and Bra let her head fall back upon his shoulder with a sigh of relief. "I new you would come to me."
"How did you know?"
"Because I believed." she answered his quiet question.
"Good. I'd never lie to you, Bra."
"I know." she said closing her eyes to enjoy fully his long awaited touch. It was a feather light touch. A soft, teasing touch. A seductive, fire building touch. She waited for him to turn her head to his face, and she anticipated the starve craved kiss he would place on her lips. She waited, but when it came it wasn't what she'd been expecting. It wasn't the hungry hurried kiss of a starving man, but the softest, slowest kiss of a man savoring his first taste of something craved.
"Open your eyes, Bra. I need to know."
Bra's eyes snapped open as she heard his awkward request. Her lips mouthed her question, but no sound escaped them. What was it he needed to know that he couldn't feel in her kiss? Didn't she give him her all in everything she did? Did he not know everything? She had no secretes from Kyle.
"Do you want me?" he ask.
"More than anything else." she answered automatically.
"Do you need me, Bra?" he ask.
"More than the air I breath."
"Do you love me?" The question wasn't even audible, but Bra understood what he'd asked. A secret smile crept across her face as she stared him down. When his eyes fell, she countered with a question of her own.
"Don't you see it, Kyle? Can't you feel it?" she ask him as she pulled his paw up to cover her ever quickening heart beat.
"Tell me, Bra."
"I love you." she whispered not looking away. She kept her eyes locked upon him.
"Again." he whispered more desperately. Bra smiled again.
"I love you." she said a bit louder. "I love you, Kyle, with every beat of my heart."
Kyle squeezed her to him as his mouth covered her own in the stared way she'd expected before. Her fingers entwined in his long hair as she massaged his scalp in the way she knew he liked so much. He growled as he picked her up, and carried her to her bed. He tossed her down upon it, but stayed standing where he was. As he stood there looking down at her, Bra stretched her arms high above her head, and her legs as far down as she could. She arched her back and closed her eyes. She could hear his heavy breathing as he tried to fight his instincts. Bra ran her fingers through her hair, spreading it our in a multitude of direction. She slid her legs, one along the other slightly picking up her knees before running her tongue along her lips. Still he didn't join her in her play.
Bra opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him questioningly. His fists were clinched and his nails had bitten into the soft flesh beneath his fur. Thick blood ran around his fingers, and his eyes flashed with a fire she'd never seen before. She'd mistaken it as rage at first, but when she reached out and touched his bloody paw, she felt the tremor that raced along his heated body. "Come to me?"
"Always." he breathed, lowering himself next to her. "Slowly, Bra. This time we try this slowly." Bra ran her tongue across his lips as she raised her eyebrows. "Maybe next time."
Kyle sat up to look down at his sleeping lover. He'd have to leave her soon, but he didn't want to go. He wanted to take her home where she belonged. He wanted to lay her upon his bed as before where she belonged. He wanted to watch her at his leisure, and not worry whether someone would come upon them or not. He placed a soft kiss upon her lips and felt her slide closer to his warmth. He ached to wake her up again and make love to her one last time, but he knew he didn't have time. Vegeta would be up soon, and Bra didn't want any trouble. He had to leave soon. But not yet. Not quite yet. He brushed his paw across her cheek to wake her up. Her eyes slowly opened as he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. "I have to go now."
He watched her eyes lower and knew what she felt. His heart sung as her eyes returned to his own and she smiled at him. "Be careful this time. I couldn't bare to lose you."
"I'll be careful." he assured her. "I'll be back again, if....if you....I'll be back." he swallowed the pain rising in his throat as he turned to go.
"Kyle!" her voice sounded desperate, and he stopped. When he turned to her, he noticed she'd sat up in bed and had reached for him. He smiled, knowing the feeling.
"I'll be back. I promise." he assured her.
"I love you." Kyle's heart sang with a joy that made him feel as if he could walk on clouds. He winked at her and raced to the window before he decided he couldn't leave. She'd made the rules, and he was trying to follow them. It wouldn't take much to change his mind though. He scrambled out the window and into the shadows, leaving Bra behind to watch him disappear without a backward glance.
Dark eyes watched as Kyle raced away from the house into the dark shadows. Arms crossed over his chest and legs spread defensively. His blood boiled in anger, and his breath came in seething gulps through his perfect white teeth.
"Leave it be, love. She's still here, isn't she. Perhaps she'll be out tomorrow."
"Why him, Bulma? Why not someone normal?"
"What do you expect? She's my daughter."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Vegeta ask, turning to look at his beautiful wife. Her hair was still long and beautiful, but it had begun to lighten in it's color just a shade. His heart clenched painfully for a brief moment before he pushed the weak feeling from his mind.
"You, my love are far from the normal. Perhaps Yamcha would have been a better candidate for a normal marriage." she suggested.
"He could never please you as I do." Vegeta snarled, obviously unpleased with the thought of the other man.
"My point exactly. No one normal will be able to please your daughter, Vegeta. She needs him to be more than normal. More than average. More than human."
"Why not a saiyan?"
"Because Kyle's not a saiyan. Just because your baby has grown up and is in love with another man doesn't mean she doesn't love you anymore. It doesn't mean she'll never need you anymore. It simply means she's grown up and ready for a life of her own."
"And my son?"
"Your son has been a man for a long time now, Vegeta. Sometimes I feel he doesn't even need me, but I know he still loves me. He's grown up to be quite a proud man, like his father, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve to be just as happy as his father."
"How can you let them go so easily?"
"Because I know I haven't lost everything, and I want them to have what I have."
"What is that?"
"An everlasting pleasure and happiness with the only one they will ever love."
"Is that so?" his voice held a quiet determination to it.
"Of course." Bulma answered saucily.
"And Yamcha?" he ask her curiously.
"Just something to make you jealous. You're in need of a little distraction."
"I'll show you what kind of distraction I'm in need of." Vegeta reached out to catch his wayward wife to him. "Lord help him if she's too much like you."