If love was a cat
Ch8

She woke slightly as she felt herself rocking softly back and forth. As her eyes adjusted, she could make out the white stars up in the dark blue space. They too were gently rocking back and forth. She blinked to further awaken herself, and to better realized what was going on, but she was far too comfortable to want to move or sit up in any fashion. So she closed her eyes, waiting for sleep again, confident that wherever she was, it was surely somewhere safe. Before slipping away however she felt a cold, almost frigid breeze blow over her causing her to shiver and pull her legs and arms closer to her chest. Her reactions to the cold almost instantly caused another reaction, as now she could feel a light and warm energy surround her. Then strong arms seemed to pull her closer; she responded by leaning into that direction. By now she had figured out whose arms they were and what was happening, but that only proved to lull her into an even deeper calm then she was already in. "Thank you," she said faintly then finally, sleep had taken hold of her as she lie peacefully in Vegeta's arms. He looked down at her with an expression on his face that resembled anger, but worry and concern also made their appearances.

It was late then; they had stayed until the setting of the sun and until the appearance of the stars. Bulma had fallen asleep just as the last of the bright dots revealed themselves and Vegeta was left staring up at the night sky with only the company of a small orange feline. At last he decided to get going, but he didn't want to wake the sleeping woman beside him so he put Sniff in his pocket and gently lifted her into his arms and took to the sky blasting off like a shooting star.

Now, with the woman in his arms, he made his way toward the CCHQ (capsule corp. head quarters), his home. 'At least for the time being,' or 'for now,' he would tell himself constantly, but now, its was just… "His home," no… "Our home."

He watched her as he flew. Worried, not for any reason that he would've expected, but he couldn't help fearing that what she felt for him might someday disappear. He knew he'd never leave her, if this were indeed what he thought. Subconsciously he made the decision, only weeks after settling on earth, that if he were ever to mate with another being on this planet it would have to be the woman, otherwise he wouldn't even bother trying.

His thoughts were dispelled as he noticed Bulma beginning to wake up. He rocked her gently, somehow knowing this would help. And it did. She closed her eyes probably not even aware that she was hundreds of feet in the air. She shivered and coiled, and just as before, Vegeta knew the remedy as he powered up very slightly, warming her in the process. He pulled her closer to warm her further and she in turn leaned against his shoulder. He saw her smile vaguely, then mutter something so softly he could not make it out. He sighed and looked down at her, his previous worries coming back to him once again.

Outside of CC Dr. Briefs and Mrs. Briefs were just getting home from the airport. The good doctor had surprised his wife by coming home sooner then he expected and as promised he bought her tickets to the event of her choice.

Mrs. Briefs smiled as her husband walked around the car, opened her door and offered her his hand. She wrapped her arm around his as she stood up, and the both of them walked to the front door. Dr. Briefs hid a smirk, obviously pleased that the woman beside him was happy. They hadn't gone to see "Beauty and the Beast" at the local Imax, but they did do the next best thing, if not then something way better. Mrs. Briefs had suggested flying to New York to see "Beauty and the Beast" the Broadway show, and that they did. Right off the first class private jet, it was a nine-minute limo ride to balcony seats at the very elegant Lunt-Fontanne Theatre. She had just the best time, this was something she had always wanted to do but never found enough time between her and her husband to do it. She almost felt bad about Bulma having to experience a less exciting version of this evening, but something told her that everything would work out just fine for her.

The two decided to sit outside for a while and watch the stars on their porch swing. They'd hardly ever had any time alone like this these days so a break like this was very well welcomed. After a while the two noticed one of the stars moving very oddly, and soon it was clear that it was heading in their direction. Now, they knew enough at this point to know just what this was they were seeing so they waited, sitting back on their swing while Vegeta and Bulma returned.

Just above the CC property a searing orb of light came down to rest on the grass, already damped by the cold of night. The energy was then sucked back into its source revealing the trio hidden inside. Vegeta, still carrying Bulma, walk to the door and was surprised to see the Briefs still awake, walking up to greet him.

"Vegeta! Oh, you two just got home?" She had a thoughtful smile on her face as she looked at the pair. "Gasp!" Her voice became a whisper, as she noticed a sleeping Bulma. "Oh she must have had a big day, I should just let you two go on and get some sleep." Vegeta just nodded knowing that saying anything might get her going on again, so he turned and open the door and was about to go in when…

"One thing before I let you go."

'Damn.' Vegeta thought, closing the door. "What?" he said impatiently.

"There's something different about you two isn't there?" Vegeta had no clue what she might have been referring to.

"Uhh, the woman. She cut off a bunch of her hair." He said hoping that was it. Studying the blonde haired woman's face. She gave no sign of that.

"No, its something else." She gave him a pondering glance. Vegeta turned slightly to Dr. Briefs, who shrugged his shoulders and gave him a look that said, "don't look at me." Vegeta looked away and rolled his eyes. 'Useless old man.' He thought as he set his eyes back on Bulma's mother.

He saw her smile slightly, as if she knew something others didn't. "I see," was all she said. Then she opened the door and ushered the two in closing the door behind them.

Outside Mrs. Briefs grinned at her husband and held out her palm. Dr. Briefs scratched his head and reach behind him to pull out his wallet. "Well dear, you won fair and square," he said pulling out a dollar. Mrs. Briefs took the single bill and seemed overly exited to have earned it. In fact she was actually more exited her bet that Vegeta and Bulma would someday get together became a reality. Dr. Briefs put his arm around his wife and they both sat down on the porch swing. He looked at her and smiled, he couldn't help it seeing her so exited. Then suddenly she looked up.

"Double or nothing their first kid is a boy."

Vegeta brought Bulma up to her room and gently laid her on her bed. Sniff watched from atop the saiyans bushy head as he sat next to her. He sighed as he pulled her blanket up to her neck. Whether or not to be together, he knew a decision like that had the potential of keeping him up all night, how could he have prepared for such a choice. Looking down he saw Bulma's hand grab his and squeeze it. But it seems she has already decided for me. He smirked at the thought. She has a strong will. She could make him do things he normally would never do in a million years. 'Guess you were right old man.'"The only thing a man should fear, is his woman." His father gave him that bit of advice. It's the only thing his father ever said about women, and he never understood it until recently, looking at Goku, Dr. Briefs, and their wives. The truth was he couldn't believe that any god in heaven would ever give him a chance such as this after all he's done, the chance to have what they have. 'Fine, then so be it,' he thought, "but remember this woman, you didn't force me into anything, I chose this fate, not you." After saying that he looked down at Bulma and saw a faint smile on her face as if she thought differently. "Hmph," he got up removing her hand from his and walked out of the room. Sniff followed as he went downstairs to the kitchen.

Vegeta got a bowl and a carton of milk from the refrigerator. He placed the bowl in front of the little orange cat already sitting on the table. After pouring Sniff some milk he put the carton back and rummaged through the cold box for something to eat. Pulling out various items he placed them on the counter and prepared to cook them. All the while he would look back at the little feline as he licked away at the milk. He would turn away though, every time the cat looked back at him. In his mind he struggled with himself trying to decide if he was gonna speak up to a cat. Finally…

"Look, I know you can't possibly understand what I'm saying, being as hopelessly dumb as you are, but," he was cooking his food while he talked. "This all happened because of you, you know." He turned to him to find he was looking his way already, as if tentatively he was listening. "Don't think I don't know it was you that fucked up my gravity machine." He tasted his food with his finger. "I just don't know whether to be grateful to you or stab you in the eyes with a fork." Vegeta didn't see it but little Sniff's fur stiffened at that last part. "But, I like you cat, you have eyes of great mystery. I rather like not knowing what your thinking. I really don't like others knowing what I'm thinking either."

"Vegeta, are you talking to yourself?" The prince's eyes widened as he heard her voice. He turned around as Bulma sat at the table, patting Sniff on the head.

"Of course not woman, the saiyans prince does not talk to himself like an idiot." He sat at the table across from her and ate his food straight from the pan as usual. "I was talking to…" he trailed off and looked at Sniff with a goofy cat milk mustache. "Uh…Yes," he said, backpedaling, "I was talking to myself." In his mind he was slapping his forehead. He looked at her and she was smiling, obviously amused as the Great Saiyan Prince Vegeta fumbled with his words. He looked back down at his food, inside he was totally seething that he made a fool of himself in front of her.

He quietly ate his food and wondered why she was up. She obviously looked very sleepy. "You hungry or something." He asked sounding as concerned as he could possibly muster.

"No," she said as she yawned. Vegeta looked up again.

"Then is there a reason your up if your so sleepy," she saw Vegeta looking at her waiting for her answer, even Sniff stared at her, apparently he too, wondered the same thing. She yawned again, thinking about sleep.

"I woke up because you weren't there," Vegeta still didn't quite understand.

"So," he said still eating his food. Bulma crossed her arms.

"Well, when you fall asleep in someone's arms I think at least you'd expect to wake up in those same persons arms." Vegeta thought about this for a second but then shrugged his shoulders as usual.

He sighed, then said, "Fine, go to sleep. You look like you could use it, I'll be up in a minute."

Bulma smiled, then shook her head. "I'll wait, thanks." She played with Sniffs furry face and Vegeta just looked on. He shook his head then quickly finished up his meal and put it in the sink.

"Come on," he said standing besides her offering his hand. She stood and grabbed his arm then leaned on his shoulder as he escorted her upstairs. The two went to her room, and trailing just behind them was little sniff who had a bit of trouble scaling the staircase.

When they finally got there, Bulma laid on the bed and pulled Vegeta to lie next to her. No sooner had he settled in, wrapping his arm around her snuggly, had she fallen fast asleep. He smirked, then he too closed his eyes and let sleep take him in. Even Sniff, who also had a long day cuddled at the foot of the bed on a bunched up part of the blanket and shut his tiny eyes to wait for the morning to awaken him. The moonlight came through the window that night; it seemed to congratulate their union, one that was a long time coming.

Bulma woke the next morning, the memories of yesterday rushing back to her. Her arm reached out behind her, nothing. She looked around her room then laid back down on her bed. 'Was it all just a dream, another one of my hopeless dreams?'

She heard footsteps outside of her room; she knew it was Vegeta. 'Damn it, I can't face him like this.' She closed her eyes pretending to be asleep. 'Stupid dreams.'

"Wake up woman," He called from her bedroom door. "I don't have all day, I'm hungry as hell and I've waited long enough for you to awaken." His face held a frown, being too famished to smirk. He was looking down at her under the blankets of her bed. He knew she was awake, he could hear it in her breath. She was breathing to hard to be sleeping. Soon he noticed movement as she squirmed under her covers trying to ignore his presence. Vegeta then walked to her bed and lean over her. Bulma was surprise but she kept her act going. "Ah-hem." He tried getting her attention again. "Did you hear what I said?" This time he pulled the covers from her face and leaned in closer, "We've played this game before, eh?" he whispered in her ear. Her eyes shot open at that point then she pushed him out of the way as she sat up on her bed.

"Vegeta?" It still hadn't sunk in that she hadn't been dreaming about yesterday.

"Like I said woman, I waited for you to awaken but I woke up three hours ago," he got up and went to the door, "so waking up in my arms is just not gonna happen unless you can get up bit earlier." Bulma just sat at her bed the realization coming to her. Then she smiled all of a sudden, and it got bigger. Vegeta looked on with a raised eyebrow and wondered what was making her act so weird. Some nervous laughter escaped Bulma's lips until she was just rolling with laughter. Vegeta just continued to stare at her now a bit concerned. "Uhh…" was all he could get out until Bulma suddenly shot up and jumped at him causing the both of the to fall to the ground. She put her arms around his neck then kissed him as they both rolled around on the floor. Finally they stopped as Bulma kept Vegeta pinned down on the ground. She smiled.

"Shall we eat now, I'm starved. You?" They both got up, Vegeta dusting himself off and Bulma helped him brushing off his shoulders.

"Well if you're quite finished. Yes, I'd like to get something to eat." Bulma grabbed his hand and lead him toward the kitchen. But she had this feeling of forgetting something. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something missing. The feeling vanished however as they got down to the kitchen at last. As usual Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were already there, drinking their coffee and reading the paper.

"Good morning Bulma," Mrs. Briefs Greeted, "heard you two had some night yesterday." Bulma just looked at Vegeta, she grinned. It seems though that Vegeta was prepared to block out any talk of last night. They sat at the table where two plates had been prepared and started to eat.

"Yeah, some night." She said as she leaned over and gave Vegeta a little peck on the cheek. Mrs. Briefs smiled and Dr. Briefs hid his smile with the morning news. Bulma ate her food, secretly making plans for her and Vegeta to go somewhere today and Vegeta ate his foods as fast as he could, wanting to get out of there as soon as he could.

"Hey, where's that cute little orange cat that came here yesterday?" Everyone stopped a second, and searched their memories. Then…

"What cat, mom?" Bulma said swallowing the food in her mouth. She looked at Vegeta who just shrugged his shoulders.

"The only cat I know of is little Scratch here." Dr. briefs said feeding his cat a little treat from his pocket.

"Yeah mom, what cat do you mean?" Mrs. Briefs looking as cheerful as usual just smiled.

"Hmm, I don't seem to recall seeing cat anymore either." She said then sipped her coffee.

Scratch, looked at everybody from atop Dr. Briefs' shoulder, then to the doorway of the kitchen where Sniff sat cleaning himself casually. The orange cat looked up making eye contact with the black cat and meowed, of course no one heard except Scratch. Then Sniff walk away and disappeared. Scratch looked back at everyone, they didn't seem to notice Sniff at all. Then he looked back at the doorway.

"Meow."

THE END…?

Somewhere…

The small paws of an orange feline touch the solid gray marble floor of a great hall. The huge, long, white hall was lined with golden vases filled with red and white roses, and on the walls, paintings of angels and clouds and golden feathers went along the length of the great corridor. Finally the small cat came to an enormous doorway. It was decorated with floral carvings and painted with gold up to the very top. It had to be ten feet high and just as many feet wide yet all the cat had to do was touch it and the huge, heavy doors swung right open.

Inside was a gigantic room with big windows and a big golden desk at the corner. In the middle was a basin filled with water, and resting on the rim was a bow and a quiver of shining arrows. The cat walked past the basin and went to the desk where a young blond haired boy rested. Up on the desk jumped the cat, and it walked toward the boy over the scattered papers that littered the desktop. The boy woke as he heard the crinkling of paper.

"Amor, your back." He toke the cat in his arms and pet him on the head. "Mission accomplished?" he asked and received a nod. Then he moved the mouse of his computer and scrolled down. "Hmm… Bulma and Vegeta. Here we are." He said as he located the names on his computer screen, then pressed enter to confirm the job. He leaned back on his chair with Amor on his lap petting him. The cat meowed loudly, and Cupid nodded his head. "Yeah, I know. This job just keeps getting harder and harder."

Author's note: To those who read and reviewed the first part of this story only to wait almost forever for the final chapter, sorry.

Disclaimer: Mustn't forget to disclaim DBZ, so I herby deny any association with anyone involved in the creation or distribution of DBZ, nor was I involved in the creation or distribution of DBZ, therefore I do not own DBZ or any part of DBZ. What is mine, is the cat you have just read about, not much, but it is my character, but then again I really don't care if anyone used that character.(its not like anyone would use it.)