~Sorry this took so long to get out, but I wasn't sure if I was going to wait until I finished my other story (I'm presently working on) or not. Finally I had to finish it. This is in third person with no one's 'POV's, sorry. But I prefer this way when your dealing with two people~
~This is slight AU. I haven't seen the ending of DBZ where everyone's okay and back to their normal lives, but I did read the rest of the episodes of the series on the internet so I kind of know where its going. Anyway they never really talked about the get back together part with the cast, but I think this is what it should have been like with my favorite couple B/V!~
~Okay, maybe some of you might think this is OOC, but hey you have to admit did any of you expect to see Vegeta hug his son or die for his family??? The guy finally accepted his emotions. I did however try my best to keep it as close to his character personality as possible. Just remember the guy isn't made of stone any more! Now he's like rubber -- he's flexible~
I Do This For You
By Angel_Wings
~~~ Capsule Corps: Bulma's Room ~~~
The beautiful scientist laid in her king-sized bed in a disturbed sleep. Her short blue hair was matted to her face in sweat as she tossed and turned in her slumber. Her pale fists clenched the sheets twisting them as a nightmare plagued her mind. The covers had long since fallen off the bed from her kicking during the night. A nearby clock that stood on her night desk blinked as the hour changed to two o' clock in the late night (or technically the early morn). It was late spring and the air was relatively warm so the blue maiden had left her balcony's glass doors open to allow cool air to pass through. The transparent white curtains fluttered with the gentle breeze that passed through the entrance. The light from the moon washed over the sleeping woman making her look incredible stunning although her face was twisted in agony and covered in beads of salty sweat.
Again for what must have been the twentieth time that night the woman turned over onto her other side and clenched the pale sheets more tightly causing her knuckles to turn white. Her jaw locked as she shook silently in her sleep. Her terrible nightmares though they were the cause of her discomfort were not dreams at all. They were not imaginary concoctions, but true memories that were from as far back as her time of Namek to a few days ago of the Martial Arts Tournament. A single form plagued her mind as images of the past flew through her dreams. Memories of times when he had threatened her life thundered at her. Images of her prince destroying the stadium at the Tournament flashed before her eyes. The evil smirk… his dark eyes… his unmerciful actions haunted her slumber screaming at her… His eyes… his cobalt eyes she so adored were filled with hate and murder so dark that it made her reel… Negative emotions such as fury… anger… revenge… blood-thirst… burned in his eyes as shadows crept over his features, but never hiding his orbs of bottomless darkness… Those emotions she though she would never again see in his eyes, but once again she was faced with the darkness of his past self…
Then as quickly as he had stood there ready to end the existence of her world his image changed. He now stood before her with blood dripping from gruesome wounds and wore his training outfit that was ripped in several places. His black hair was now gold and waved in the wind as a golden aura surrounded him. His eyes met hers and for that moment she saw all the love and devotion he truly had for her. Though he often lied, hid, and rebuked it he did hold deep feelings for her, which she had often been able to uncover from looking into his eyes. Now though… the emotions were stronger than ever burning so brightly that she thought she might be seared by their enormity. For a single instant… he showed her what he truly felt and spoke something she never thought he would ever say to her verbally…
"I do this for you…" he whispered with deep emotion, "Bulma…"
In the mist of her slumber the maiden of beautiful sky blue hair turned onto her back and whispered longingly a single word, that was not a word at all, but a name, "Vegeta…"
After that… in a single heartbeat… the man gave a warrior's cry and lighted the sky with his power. In a crash of thunder and smoke the world was enveloped leaving behind only blackness…
It was just too much for her and the lady shot up in bed as she cried loud enough for her room to hear, "Vegeta!"
Looking around wildly the woman slowed her breathing realizing where she was. The furniture of her room was too horrible to look at for it only reminded her that her dream was not a dream at all, but the sad truth of reality. Bringing her knees to her delicate chest the woman bowed her face into her legs and hugged them as she sobbed silently. Sweat and tears mingled together as they both slipped down her face. Sorrowfully she whispered to no one, but herself the name of her life giver. Over and over again she lowly said to the moonlight of her room the name of her husband, "Vegeta… Vegeta…"
Each time the foreign name was spoken her voice began to become harder and harder to use. Soon sobs overtook her speech as she hugged her body tightly wishing so desperately for the one being who could lift her woe…
Silently the night weeps with the woman feeling her pain letting the light of the blue moon give the only brightness on the dreary moment. With the tears of both the world and the maiden falling none noticed the figure hiding in the shadows. He stood just outside the large room with his silhouette playing in the fabric of the curtains. His eyes lost in the darkness stare at the crying woman. His heart that was considered to be nonexistent beats at the sight of her and wrenches together for her sorrow. With the stealth of a true warrior the man steps from behind the glass door of the balcony and steps into the moonlight. The wind whistles softly and plays with his raven hair making it flutter like true flames. His tone body and blue training attire can be seen in the light making all know whom he is. However, his identity did not matter for the being that so longed for his presence was too deep in her tears to notice.
Stepping into the room the man enters his bedchamber that he had not seen in the last few days. Quietly… oh so quietly… the royal sayian walks to the bed where his mate sits hunched over in. With the pale sheets falling around her waist the man could see her nightly wardrobe was a creamy undershirt with pale blue night pants. Even though her hair was slightly in a disarray she appeared to him as a goddess… his goddess… As he came to her side she still did not notice him. Slowly he lifts a gloved hand towards her face that was buried in her knees. For an instant his hand froze inches away from her form in hesitation. He rarely showed affection especially to her except when they were alone. It had been hard to even court her years ago before the time of Cell. He had courted her, yes,… but not exactly in the terms we human's use it… No, he had courted her through the customs of his species… He had begun to show affection for the female alien and cursed himself for doing it. He could not deny the attraction he had for her, but he felt so… so weak for those emotions that began to burn in his heart… Now, however, the remorse for those feelings were no more and he did not want to hold back to caress her fine cheek that he had done a few times before… Sadly it was something else that held him back…
His desire to touch her was overpowering though and finally his hand brushed against her half hidden cheek. Automatically the woman stiffen at the touch completely surprised that another stood in her room. In a low voice that was gruff and gentle at the same time the mighty warrior whispered, "Woman…"
The moment that name came out Bulma felt her heart shudder in desperate hope. No one ever call her by that phrase except a single soul. Yes, there were times when males had called to her by that term for one reason or another, but no one had ever called her that in such a way that she had just a second ago heard it. The word was not an insult or disrespect in anyway of speaking to her… No, at first she had thought that way of the term, but later after a year of hearing it be pronounced to her over and over again she finally began to recognize the emotions hidden beneath it. The word was a nickname to say the least. The term was a sort of an indication of fondness. Like when humans will often call each other 'honey' or 'darling' or even 'sweetheart' this term was a close comparison to such, though the term was far deeper than the examples given.
Lifting her head very slowly the woman drank in the man's presence following the outstretched arm with her eyes to the face of the one being she could never live without. She looked up at him and saw the common blank expression he often wore; however in his ebony eyes she saw such strong emotions in there that she felt tears again well up in her cerulean eyes.
For a moment the two just stared at each other not able to say a single solitary word. With his hand still against his mate's warm cheek the prince felt the cold droplets of her tears slip over his fingers. The second they stood there like that felt like they were going through eternity. Both wondered if the glorious moment was, but a dream because to them they had never send a more precious sight.
Unable to hold herself back any more Bulma blinked causing the tears to spill quicker and whispered joyously, "Vegeta!"
The young woman threw her slim arms around his neck and buried her face in his sleeveless blue outfit that he had worn for the tournament. Next to follow were her tears of happiness letting their wetness soak into the material of his training outfit. Automatically he wrapped his arms around his spouse's waist and placed his chin on the top of her blue strains. As she sobbed in his chest he closed his raven eyes and breathed in deep her scent. Though it had only been three days since he had smelt that odor to him it felt like he had not smelt it in years. It was not the perfume she wore that enticed him, but her own pure scent that drove him mad.
He stared down at the top of her head watching the blue strains gleam in the beautiful moonlight. Hearing her sobs the prince pulled her from him to her confusion. Bulma looked up at him with a slight frown not understanding why he had pulled away from her. As softly as feathers the sayian brushed his gloves over her cheeks wiping away the salty droplets of her sadness. Slowly she smiled enjoying every moment of his tender touch. After removing her tears his hand unconsciously forgot to leave her skin remaining on her pale face.
Slowly the woman took his hand from her cheek making him frowned in confusion. Did she not miss him?… Was she upset with him for turning back to what he used to be so long ago?… His questions were quieted from his mind as she suddenly began to pull the white glove from his hand. When the rough material was no longer on him, but in her two hands she tossed it to the floor and took his hand back in hers. Closing her eyes of cerulean she placed his palm back on her cheek as she smiled with contentment. Vegeta didn't even hesitate as he smiled, a truly genuine smile.
In the stream of moonlit glow the proud warrior responded with a soft, "Bulma…"
For now they only wished to bask in the moment of togetherness… to not worry about why he hadn't return automatically after the battle and his return to the living… to not worry why he had done what he had done at the tournament,… but to be together in that moment when they reunited to the other half of their soul…
~Yep, that's a serious tearjerker *sob*. Anyway I shall make a final chapter to this short fanfiction, but it shall not come out for a while for I am currently very busy with an Escaflowne sequel known as "The Fate of Two Worlds: The Sequel". Go ahead and read it. It's coming along nicely, but you should read its 'mother' story first if you haven't: "The Fate of Two Worlds". Well that's all for now my readers. I am Angel_Wings flying off for now, but one day to return to this story… ~
~This is slight AU. I haven't seen the ending of DBZ where everyone's okay and back to their normal lives, but I did read the rest of the episodes of the series on the internet so I kind of know where its going. Anyway they never really talked about the get back together part with the cast, but I think this is what it should have been like with my favorite couple B/V!~
~Okay, maybe some of you might think this is OOC, but hey you have to admit did any of you expect to see Vegeta hug his son or die for his family??? The guy finally accepted his emotions. I did however try my best to keep it as close to his character personality as possible. Just remember the guy isn't made of stone any more! Now he's like rubber -- he's flexible~
I Do This For You
By Angel_Wings
~~~ Capsule Corps: Bulma's Room ~~~
The beautiful scientist laid in her king-sized bed in a disturbed sleep. Her short blue hair was matted to her face in sweat as she tossed and turned in her slumber. Her pale fists clenched the sheets twisting them as a nightmare plagued her mind. The covers had long since fallen off the bed from her kicking during the night. A nearby clock that stood on her night desk blinked as the hour changed to two o' clock in the late night (or technically the early morn). It was late spring and the air was relatively warm so the blue maiden had left her balcony's glass doors open to allow cool air to pass through. The transparent white curtains fluttered with the gentle breeze that passed through the entrance. The light from the moon washed over the sleeping woman making her look incredible stunning although her face was twisted in agony and covered in beads of salty sweat.
Again for what must have been the twentieth time that night the woman turned over onto her other side and clenched the pale sheets more tightly causing her knuckles to turn white. Her jaw locked as she shook silently in her sleep. Her terrible nightmares though they were the cause of her discomfort were not dreams at all. They were not imaginary concoctions, but true memories that were from as far back as her time of Namek to a few days ago of the Martial Arts Tournament. A single form plagued her mind as images of the past flew through her dreams. Memories of times when he had threatened her life thundered at her. Images of her prince destroying the stadium at the Tournament flashed before her eyes. The evil smirk… his dark eyes… his unmerciful actions haunted her slumber screaming at her… His eyes… his cobalt eyes she so adored were filled with hate and murder so dark that it made her reel… Negative emotions such as fury… anger… revenge… blood-thirst… burned in his eyes as shadows crept over his features, but never hiding his orbs of bottomless darkness… Those emotions she though she would never again see in his eyes, but once again she was faced with the darkness of his past self…
Then as quickly as he had stood there ready to end the existence of her world his image changed. He now stood before her with blood dripping from gruesome wounds and wore his training outfit that was ripped in several places. His black hair was now gold and waved in the wind as a golden aura surrounded him. His eyes met hers and for that moment she saw all the love and devotion he truly had for her. Though he often lied, hid, and rebuked it he did hold deep feelings for her, which she had often been able to uncover from looking into his eyes. Now though… the emotions were stronger than ever burning so brightly that she thought she might be seared by their enormity. For a single instant… he showed her what he truly felt and spoke something she never thought he would ever say to her verbally…
"I do this for you…" he whispered with deep emotion, "Bulma…"
In the mist of her slumber the maiden of beautiful sky blue hair turned onto her back and whispered longingly a single word, that was not a word at all, but a name, "Vegeta…"
After that… in a single heartbeat… the man gave a warrior's cry and lighted the sky with his power. In a crash of thunder and smoke the world was enveloped leaving behind only blackness…
It was just too much for her and the lady shot up in bed as she cried loud enough for her room to hear, "Vegeta!"
Looking around wildly the woman slowed her breathing realizing where she was. The furniture of her room was too horrible to look at for it only reminded her that her dream was not a dream at all, but the sad truth of reality. Bringing her knees to her delicate chest the woman bowed her face into her legs and hugged them as she sobbed silently. Sweat and tears mingled together as they both slipped down her face. Sorrowfully she whispered to no one, but herself the name of her life giver. Over and over again she lowly said to the moonlight of her room the name of her husband, "Vegeta… Vegeta…"
Each time the foreign name was spoken her voice began to become harder and harder to use. Soon sobs overtook her speech as she hugged her body tightly wishing so desperately for the one being who could lift her woe…
Silently the night weeps with the woman feeling her pain letting the light of the blue moon give the only brightness on the dreary moment. With the tears of both the world and the maiden falling none noticed the figure hiding in the shadows. He stood just outside the large room with his silhouette playing in the fabric of the curtains. His eyes lost in the darkness stare at the crying woman. His heart that was considered to be nonexistent beats at the sight of her and wrenches together for her sorrow. With the stealth of a true warrior the man steps from behind the glass door of the balcony and steps into the moonlight. The wind whistles softly and plays with his raven hair making it flutter like true flames. His tone body and blue training attire can be seen in the light making all know whom he is. However, his identity did not matter for the being that so longed for his presence was too deep in her tears to notice.
Stepping into the room the man enters his bedchamber that he had not seen in the last few days. Quietly… oh so quietly… the royal sayian walks to the bed where his mate sits hunched over in. With the pale sheets falling around her waist the man could see her nightly wardrobe was a creamy undershirt with pale blue night pants. Even though her hair was slightly in a disarray she appeared to him as a goddess… his goddess… As he came to her side she still did not notice him. Slowly he lifts a gloved hand towards her face that was buried in her knees. For an instant his hand froze inches away from her form in hesitation. He rarely showed affection especially to her except when they were alone. It had been hard to even court her years ago before the time of Cell. He had courted her, yes,… but not exactly in the terms we human's use it… No, he had courted her through the customs of his species… He had begun to show affection for the female alien and cursed himself for doing it. He could not deny the attraction he had for her, but he felt so… so weak for those emotions that began to burn in his heart… Now, however, the remorse for those feelings were no more and he did not want to hold back to caress her fine cheek that he had done a few times before… Sadly it was something else that held him back…
His desire to touch her was overpowering though and finally his hand brushed against her half hidden cheek. Automatically the woman stiffen at the touch completely surprised that another stood in her room. In a low voice that was gruff and gentle at the same time the mighty warrior whispered, "Woman…"
The moment that name came out Bulma felt her heart shudder in desperate hope. No one ever call her by that phrase except a single soul. Yes, there were times when males had called to her by that term for one reason or another, but no one had ever called her that in such a way that she had just a second ago heard it. The word was not an insult or disrespect in anyway of speaking to her… No, at first she had thought that way of the term, but later after a year of hearing it be pronounced to her over and over again she finally began to recognize the emotions hidden beneath it. The word was a nickname to say the least. The term was a sort of an indication of fondness. Like when humans will often call each other 'honey' or 'darling' or even 'sweetheart' this term was a close comparison to such, though the term was far deeper than the examples given.
Lifting her head very slowly the woman drank in the man's presence following the outstretched arm with her eyes to the face of the one being she could never live without. She looked up at him and saw the common blank expression he often wore; however in his ebony eyes she saw such strong emotions in there that she felt tears again well up in her cerulean eyes.
For a moment the two just stared at each other not able to say a single solitary word. With his hand still against his mate's warm cheek the prince felt the cold droplets of her tears slip over his fingers. The second they stood there like that felt like they were going through eternity. Both wondered if the glorious moment was, but a dream because to them they had never send a more precious sight.
Unable to hold herself back any more Bulma blinked causing the tears to spill quicker and whispered joyously, "Vegeta!"
The young woman threw her slim arms around his neck and buried her face in his sleeveless blue outfit that he had worn for the tournament. Next to follow were her tears of happiness letting their wetness soak into the material of his training outfit. Automatically he wrapped his arms around his spouse's waist and placed his chin on the top of her blue strains. As she sobbed in his chest he closed his raven eyes and breathed in deep her scent. Though it had only been three days since he had smelt that odor to him it felt like he had not smelt it in years. It was not the perfume she wore that enticed him, but her own pure scent that drove him mad.
He stared down at the top of her head watching the blue strains gleam in the beautiful moonlight. Hearing her sobs the prince pulled her from him to her confusion. Bulma looked up at him with a slight frown not understanding why he had pulled away from her. As softly as feathers the sayian brushed his gloves over her cheeks wiping away the salty droplets of her sadness. Slowly she smiled enjoying every moment of his tender touch. After removing her tears his hand unconsciously forgot to leave her skin remaining on her pale face.
Slowly the woman took his hand from her cheek making him frowned in confusion. Did she not miss him?… Was she upset with him for turning back to what he used to be so long ago?… His questions were quieted from his mind as she suddenly began to pull the white glove from his hand. When the rough material was no longer on him, but in her two hands she tossed it to the floor and took his hand back in hers. Closing her eyes of cerulean she placed his palm back on her cheek as she smiled with contentment. Vegeta didn't even hesitate as he smiled, a truly genuine smile.
In the stream of moonlit glow the proud warrior responded with a soft, "Bulma…"
For now they only wished to bask in the moment of togetherness… to not worry about why he hadn't return automatically after the battle and his return to the living… to not worry why he had done what he had done at the tournament,… but to be together in that moment when they reunited to the other half of their soul…
~Yep, that's a serious tearjerker *sob*. Anyway I shall make a final chapter to this short fanfiction, but it shall not come out for a while for I am currently very busy with an Escaflowne sequel known as "The Fate of Two Worlds: The Sequel". Go ahead and read it. It's coming along nicely, but you should read its 'mother' story first if you haven't: "The Fate of Two Worlds". Well that's all for now my readers. I am Angel_Wings flying off for now, but one day to return to this story… ~