"I had a dream last night…
In it, Vegeta came back"*
Bulma
'Oh, I am just too fucking brilliant for words!' the sly warrior said to himself with smug satisfaction as he continued his journey home. He would soon launch the next part of his ultimate plan for revenge on Yamcha and he was very pleased with himself in an arrogant sort of way.
Yet, as Vegeta landed on the front lawn of Capsule Corporation, he knew that something was very wrong and the glee he felt from his victory over Yamcha was rapidly disappearing. The usually well-lit and festive house was now dark and appeared to be empty. And as he walked through the doorway, he could tell that Bulma was nowhere to be found. Neither the fragrance of her perfume nor the scent of her desire was detectable anywhere. And he headed for the kitchen when he noticed a small flickering light coming from there.
On the newly replaced kitchen table, illuminated only by several carefully placed, scented candles, was a letter pinned to a brand new pair of black leather pants that she had just bought for him. Vegeta sat down to the table, unpinned the neatly scripted, handwritten letter, and began to read.
To My Dearest Vegeta,
The first time I ever laid eyes on you, I loved you, Vegeta, and I wanted you. You were then, and you still are now, by far the most handsome man that I have ever seen. And my heart truly does belong to you, and you alone, Vegeta, always and forever.
I am so sorry I did what I did with Yamcha. I guess he caught me in a moment of weakness, one in which all I really desired from him was friendship and I was just so angry with you. You been so rough with me for a long time now, Vegeta, and you don't make love to me anymore, you fuck me. I'm the one you fuck and I'm tired of it! And as hard as this is for me to say this because I love you so much, I have decided that I don't want to be your wife anymore. It's over.
But please know, Vegeta, that I am sorry from the bottom of my heart for hurting you.
And if you find that you can believe nothing else about our lives together, please, please believe this, ….you have touched me where no other man ever has or ever
I was so hopeful this morning for us, Vegeta. I even had a dream last night that you came back to me in every sense of the word, and things were good between us again like they were in the beginning. But our conversation this morning was cruel, and I've realized that I no longer want to participate in the hurtful mind games that you and I have become so good at. I just can't do it anymore. I don't want to.
So, I have decided to say goodbye to you now, man of my dreams. I hope that at some level I've touched you as deeply as you've touched me.
I will be out at ChiChi's with Trunks for a while.
Love,
Bulma
'Hey! Wait a minute here' he thought to himself as he looked at the new black leather garment she had bought for him laying on the kitchen table. Then he glanced at the candles. Then he glanced at the letter again realizing she had told him where she was. And then he glanced back over at the new black leather garment, which was guaranteed to produce arousal in her whenever he wore them.
"I can play this little cat and mouse game of yours just as easily as you can!" he said as it became obvious to him that his wife still desired him but was just too proud to stay and tell him. He determined to go to ChiChi's house, gather his wife up in his arms, fly her off to the quiet place, and make love with her repeatedly until dawn. And that idea appealed to his senses, especially in light of the fact that it had been nearly 48 hours since he had been with her.
And with his passion for her growing by the second, he rushed upstairs, and moving quickly, even for Vegeta, took a shower, shaved, brushed his teeth, splashed himself with the expensive cologne Bulma had gotten him for his birthday, found just the right shoes, socks and belt, decided against briefs, and chose the long sleeved, white silk shirt that Bulma loved to top it all off with.
And it was only when he attempted to enclose himself in his new and frustratingly tight black leather pants that he became aware of the full extent of his arousal. Unrestrained and without confines, his manliness had matured to the fullest extent possible and it was now completely resistant to idea of being tucked away. The warrior also quickly discovered that the mere act of repositioning himself with one hand and struggling to pull the zipper with the other was only causing the problem to increase rather than diminish.
"Well, this won't do", he snorted with frustration as he looked down at himself.
"Shit!"
And so he determined to picture in his mind being with that disgustingly ugly, mixed up female/male person from yesterday, but that just made him think about Yamcha in that old hotel room playing ride 'em cowboy with those men. And much to his dismay, the warrior soon discovered that in his current state of arousal, even that image was appealing to his senses in a sick and twisted sort of way.
His sense of urgency to get to Bulma was growing by the second and for a brief moment in time, he toyed with the idea of disciplining his manliness right up along side the dresser with tremendous force, but he dismissed that idea quickly, as he realized it simply did not appeal to his senses.
So in a manner typical of Vegeta, he continued to try to force the issue, and it was only after zipper of his brand new, frustratingly tight, black leather pants decided to bite him viciously and without remorse that the situation came back under control.
And after the warrior was once again able to breathe, he finished dressing, turned up the collar on the long-sleeved white silk shirt Bulma loved, found his gold watch and cuff links, turned super Saiyan and set off at break neck speed to ChiChi's house to retrieve his wife!
Within the hour, he had landed outside on the grass in front of ChiChi's house.
And rather than stand in the front yard and simply bellow for her to come out, he chose to knock on the front door.
"Hi ChiChi. Is my wife here"? ChiChi was so stunned by his politeness she about fell over backwards.
"Y-yes".
"May I see her, please"?
"Bulma, there's a strange man here to see you. You better get down here right away!"
And as Bulma came running downstairs, she could hardly believe that it was really Vegeta standing at the front door.
"Bulma, would you come outside and speak with me a moment?"
"Sure, I guess…."
As soon as she stepped outside, Vegeta gathered her up in his arms and flew her off to the quiet place. And all the way there, his wife angrily protested and demanded to be taken back to ChiChi's house. And it wasn't until he had almost arrived at the quiet place that he realized he did not detect the scent of her body's desire. The proud Prince then knew that the woman was not merely playing games with him as he had thought earlier. She was deadly serious this time, and he knew that she was closing herself off to him.
"Bulma, seven years ago on this very spot, I claimed you for my mate. I told you that you would cook for me, and I also told you that your body would be mine whenever I wanted it".
"In your dreams Vegeta! Who do you think you are? Do you still think you own me? Well think again, you big jerk! It's over, Vegeta! Don't you understand? I don't want you anymore! I can't stand how high and mighty you are with your threats about fucking this and fucking that. How dare you talk about 'making love' with me, Vegeta! I'm the one you fuck. You don't care about me, you don't wait for me, and you don't even ask me anymore. I'm sick of you Vegeta! Now take me back to ChiChi's before I scratch your eyes out". And with that, she turned her back to him and began to weep.
"Bulma…."
"Shut up, Vegeta. I don't want to be here with you…….!"
"No, Bulma wait. Let me finish, please". His voice was surprisingly soft with her.
"And when I am done, if you still wish to go back to ChiChi's house and never see me again, I will honor your request without question or protest".
In spite of everything, she was still the woman of his dreams, and he was losing her, not by her death, but by her choice, and of the two, this felt far more painful to him. And he struggled to suppress the tears that were building inside of him as he decided to open his heart with her for the first time ever.
"Bulma, in the ancient times on the Planet Vegeta before Frieza, Saiyan males and females would mate for life. My people were a wild and passionate race and each loved their mate with complete abandon. And even after one of the pair would perish, the one who remained would not mate again, knowing they would both reconnect in the next dimension when the time came. And I was told this by someone who used to love me more than life itself, Bulma".
"When I first met you, you awoke that same primal, instinctive desire for mating within me which had been almost totally bred out of the Saiyan race by Frieza. It is the very same desire that as a Saiyan male, Kakarrot carries in his heart for ChiChi. She marked him when both were still little children."
"The first time I got within range of you so long ago on the Planet Namek, and even before I ever laid eyes on you, I knew you were there because my body responded with desire to your unique womanly scent. Then I saw you, and you marked me, I became your mate at that genetic level deep within my Saiyan body. I hated it, and I hated you for it, Bulma. And I fought your mark with everything in me for a long time".
"In the Saiyan society created by Frieza, my body's response to the desire I felt for you was a humiliation and a disgrace. For his own amusement, Frieza developed laws punishing anyone who even made hint at mating without his permission. And any Saiyan male who was caught allowing his body to respond to desire was publicly castrated and brutalized, and I was born into that society as a Prince, Bulma. Even after he blew my planet up, the torture continued. Please try to understand what I am telling you".
"And then, after being around you every day, I discovered that in addition to desire, I also carried love in my heart for you. And Bulma, that love overcame all sense of reason within me. I literally used to dream about you. It was maddening to me. And in my dreams I was free to love you. And I knew I could resist acting on my passion for you only so long as I did not allow myself to touch you".
"And then came that day came seven years ago when I found you unconscious on the floor. Even though I did not consent to your touch, nor did I invite it, you touched me anyway and you began to weep. And as soon as I felt the warmth of your first tear on my arm I was no longer able to control my strong desire. And my passion overcame my reason and I made love with you for the first time that afternoon".
"Bulma, seven years ago on this very spot, and many times since then, I have merely helped myself to your body without regard to your wants or your desires because my need for you is always so strong. And during those times I know now I had forgotten that your human body was not designed to take me at full force. And if you had tried to tell me that before, I am sorry that I did not hear you before now".
"I now know from your letter that I hurt your body and your heart and I am convinced that is why you allowed yourself to respond to the touch of a human male. I am sorry for my unintended cruelty with you, Bulma. I am a violent and aggressive member of a warrior race, and I am always at odds with the strength of that drive. I am a harsh, cruel, bastard of a man, and I am capable of atrocities far worse than anything you can imagine. Yet, you and Trunks see something else within me, something that is worthy of your affection. Don't you understand, Bulma? It was my son who spent the night in my arms last night, not another female, and Bulma, I kissed him. And we have watched clouds together! I am so close to trusting that something else besides destruction dwells deep within me, please don't let me go now. Help me find it".
"Bulma, right now you are standing within arms reach of me and I struggle to not reach out and just take you as I have done so many times in the past. I ache for you, and I am struggling with every ounce of my being to suppress my intense passion.
"But Bulma, please know that my desire has become this strong only because of the love I have for you, otherwise it would not be possible to want you so badly. Each time I make love with you, my ultimate goal is always to enter your body in order to touch your heart. I have never determined to fuck you, Bulma, I would never intentionally degrade you in that fashion. And I am filled with shame over it. I will never again dishonor you in that way".
"You are not a whore, Bulma. You are the exquisite creature who gave life to my son. And I remain faithful to you because my body responds only to you. Don't you understand what I am telling you, Bulma? My body knows only you. I have allowed no other female to touch me there, ever. Only you. And regardless of what you decide here tonight, I will remain your mate even if you decide you no longer want me".
"Yet, I stand here before you and I ask you to reach out your hands and touch me there, Bulma".
"Bulma, please", he whispered, "touch me".
And he waited in silence for a responsive change in the scent of her body's womanly desire that did not come. She had closed herself to him. .
"I will return to you to ChiChi's then as I had promised".
And he could feel his onyx black eyes slowly begin to well up with tears knowing he could no longer keep her if she chose not to stay, no matter how hard he tried to hold her. He also knew that this time, he would not be able to bring her back with the dragonballs, as the woman of his dreams would not be passing into the next dimension, rather, she would be disappearing out of his life of her own accord.
And he walked up to her, standing perfectly erect, shoulders back and with the full pride of the Saiyan prince that he was, and he allowed his tears to flow without shame or anger, and he kissed her gently as he used to do when he'd dream about her. With his fingertips, he brushed the side of her cheek, and then her hair and he could scarcely hear himself tell her goodbye over the sound of the shattering of his heart.
"Bulma" he said, still whispering to her, "I'm going to take your hand now and I am going to place it upon my body, but I will stop if you refuse".
And with that, he reached out, took her slender hand in his, and placed it gently on that part of his body that belonged to her. And with his tears still flowing freely, he held her hand to himself and he began to move himself against it, ever so gently. And his mate began to respond to him, in spite of herself and he knew that he was beginning to electrify her by the erotic intimacy of his touch.
"Teach me how to make love to you, Bulma. Show me what you need, please…"
And with that, the proud Prince felt the touch of his wife's other hand as she reached up and gently wiped away his tears, and he was moved beyond words. The scent of her body's womanly desire told him she was once again opening herself to him. And it electrified him.
And out there in the moonlight, and into the wee hours of the morning, the lovers repeatedly moved in harmony to a new dance, one created by the loving actions of a husband and wife discovering and rediscovering each other. And one in which a newfound expression of passion for each other overcame reason for both of them, finally allowing his to mate to love him with complete abandon. And in her abandon, she discovered a hidden and blocked passageway deep within him leading to his heart, and in the heat of her intense passion and love for him, she thrust her way through the barrier and she entered him, and she lingered there, loving him and savoring him, gentle with him at first because of his innocence, but when she could restrain her passion no more, she moved within him in a way that made him cry out from the sheer intensity of it and when his release came, he lay there in her arms and wept. She had found his heart, and he had let her.
And quietly from the next dimension, a former Saiyan Queen was being allowed to watch events as they transpired in the life of her son that night. She was wild and defiant, with flashing, onyx black eyes. And she was exquisitely beautiful with thick, black curly hair that cascaded all the way to her knees almost seeming to overwhelm her unusually tiny Saiyan stature.
Her name was Anuhea, which in her native Saiyan tongue, meant summer mountain breeze, and everything about her lived up to that image. Anuhea was wild and warm and she was the daughter of a low level solder but King Vegeta chose her anyway because of her beauty. She had hated her husband for taking her from her from her mountain village to sit as Queen, and she hated Frieza for destroying the beauty of her people, and she had openly defied them both every chance she got during her lifetime.
And the little Queen refused to stop showing affection to her tender young son even though Frieza ordered it so. Even at the risk of her own life, she defied him. Every chance she got, she would sneak her little boy into her chambers at night so that she could love him and laugh with him and teach him the ancient ways of their people. And she loved little Vegeta with all of her heart. He was arrogant and stubborn, and she loved the way his face would furrow when he was angry, and she loved the way he lit up all over when he laughed, and she loved the way he touched her heart when he wept. The tiny Queen had given life to the exquisite and expressive boy and she knew that she loved him enough to die for him.
And then that night came when Frieza found Queen Anuhea and her little son together in her chambers for the last time. Finally, the sadistic monster acted on his ongoing threats and ravaged her tiny little body right there in front of her son. She remembered the look of horror in little Vegeta's eyes as Frieza violated her and she remembered how he struggled not to weep when Frieza threatened to kill her if Vegeta shed just one tear or made one sound. And she tried to be quiet so her little boy would not become even more frightened, but the brutality taking place upon her and in her was just too great. Knowing she was about to cry out in pain, she whispered to her little boy that it would be okay to weep now, and she told him also of the depth of her love for him. And before little Vegeta's first sob was complete, Frieza transformed while still inside of her little body, splitting her in two. And the beautiful little Queen Anuhea, who loved her son more than life itself, was a mere 20 years old when she passed into the next dimension that night at the hands of Frieza, and her exquisite little boy was only just 5 when she disappeared out his life forever.
And what hurt her the most about that night was the look of the brilliant light of love dieing in her son's eyes. What remained was a haunting look of horror. And she had feared the worst for him, knowing that most of his heart had died right along with her that night. Not a day had gone by since she passed into the next dimension that she didn't check on her son. And she never stopped trying to speak to that brilliant light within him, urging it to feel safe enough to come back to life again.
The exquisite little Queen's onyx black eyes welled with tears of joy as she watched Vegeta lie there, weeping in Bulma's arms. And Anuhea realized that her son was coming back that to which she always knew he could be. He was a wild and defiant and passionate man who was beginning to feel safe again in the arms of someone who loved him. And she was moved beyond words.
"It's okay to weep now, Vegeta, tears bring life, not death" she whispered out loud to him from the other world.
"The woman found your dieing heart tonight, my son, and she has carried it back to all of us. And I think that you are beginning to trust that a single tear shed by a frightened little 5 year boy did not kill me. Tell her about us someday, baby boy."
And in the heart of beautiful little Queen, it didn't matter that she was still a mere 20 years old and her son was now at least 15 years her senior, for he was and always would be the exquisite creature she gave life to.
"I love you, my son", she whispered to Vegeta from the other world viewing room, "talk to you tomorrow".
And with that, the beautiful little Queen turned, and walked over to the window of other world viewing room and stood there, as she did every night, with her arms raised, and savored the breeze as it blew in on her body. And as her long black hair and flowing white gown were being tossed around joyfully in it, she imagined, as she always did during these times, that the warm breeze moving over her was actually the touch of her son embracing her, and she would always try to send her love to him on the wings of that very same breeze.
And back in the world of the living after his passion had subsided and his tears had run their full course, Vegeta looked into his mate's soft blue eyes and teasingly asked her a question she had asked him so very many times in the past.
"Do you love me, Bulma?"
"Husband, you are mine", she teased, mirroring his response to her all those times when she had asked him the very same question.
"But do you love me?'' he teased back, knowing she was remembering those times.
"Yes, husband, I love you, with all of my heart! Now stay right there and keep me warm". And with that they started to fall asleep in the waning moonlight.
But as he was just about to drift off, Vegeta realized that a wild and unusually warm summer mountain breeze had moved into the area and had begun to blow over him. And as it swirled and careened through the high mountain valley of his quiet place, it seemed to almost be caressing him in a way that felt strangely familiar to him. And for the first time since he had been a small boy he knew that he would be able to talk about her. So he quietly woke Bulma up and began to tell her a story about a wild and exquisitely beautiful little Saiyan Queen who loved him more than life itself.
"You would have loved her Bulma", Vegeta began, "she was just like Trunks…….."
"I had a dream last night….in it, Vegeta came back".*
Bulma
(to be continued)