What is that has captured me so about you woman?
I lay in our bed and think about this almost every night. What is about you that snapped me out of my ways, that I was taught from infancy?
The first time I learned of your existence it meant little to nothing to me. Your voice was transmitted over the scouter that Raditz wore, while I was off purging a world. It meant nothing to me.
But after I lost to Kakarott and I started living with you was when I first started to see you as a real person. How you would throw your little fits whenever I broke something, and were careful to be nothing more then a host to me. Not even a polite host at that.
But slowly, somehow the impossible become possible.
And now today, we have a son.
Trunks.
True, he may have your odd-colored hair, but he'll be the most perfect being in the universe with my brawn and your brains.
Do you regret choosing to love me? You could have stayed with that baka of a man Yamcha.
I don't regret staying with you.
True, if I still lived on Planet Vegeta, women would fawn over me all the time. But you'll have none of that. You yell at me constantly, but still you show that you love me too.
You lay so still, breathing in a slow even pattern, your chest rising and falling, your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. Will you ever know just how much you mean to me?
There's a cry from across the hall, as our second child, Bra cries for you. Such odd names you pick for our children.
I get up slowly, not wanting to wake you from your deep slumber.
Wet turqouise eyes stare up at me as I slip into the room.
"What is it child?" I ask the baby that looks so much like you.
Bra raises her arms, and sniffles. I sigh and pick the small child up, mimicking how I have seen you stand with her.
She stops crying, her eyes wide still staring into my face. She will be a great beauty one day, just like her mother. I'll have to be careful to keep those damn bakas away from her.
She starts to fall asleep in my arms, wrapping her tiny fingers around my forefinger.
I hear footsteps, but don't get up. I know it's you. Your familiar scent fills the room.
"Vegeta...?"
"Bra was crying."
You blink and stare at me.
"Bra...?"
"That's her name isn't it?"
"Well, yes. But that's the first time you haven't called her 'brat' or 'child'."
I say nothing, but get up and embrace you, careful not to crush our tiny child.
"Vegeta.."
"Don't say anything Bulma." I say as I kiss you.
"What's happened to you Vegeta?"
"I don't know... What is that has captured me so about you Bulma?"
THE END
Author's Note: Yeah, yeah so sappy. But I needed a quick B/V, you know? I'm in the middle of another fanfic, but am I dying to start a B/V, but don't want to have too many fanfics in the process of writing at once. Please Review, or email me at vegetaztwin@hotmail.com.
