Wishes Come True...15 It had been fourteen years since the day my parents let me go out in the world. I kept that jewel close to my heart, wearing it as a pendant for my gold necklace. As I went through those little adventures of mine, I met a little boy named Goku. He had a little tail which scared me at first but soon, I began to see it as something else. I don't know. Everytime I see his tail, it kinda reminds me of somebody. In my dreams, I'm always haunted by memories of a boy I never knew...that boy with spiky black hair and stone cold eyes. Oh, he was handsome. Soon enough, I met this bandit named Yamcha. He's super handsome! He joins me and Goku in our quest for the dragonballs and later, he became my boyfriend. For awhile, that dream boy disappeared from my dreams. Yamcha was there. Why think about someone imaginary? My relationship with Yamcha would grow more and more intimate as the years pass. But...everytime he touches me, I'm flooded with guilt, as if I'm betraying someone. Each kiss I recieve from him brings that boy crashing into my mind. I could never bear to make love with Yamcha...not that I don't love him. But I feel so uncomfortable when he advances and I stop him immediately. He often gets upset because of my resistance. Why, one time, he nearly raped me! The jerk! I broke up with him immediately and when my friends asked me about our break-up, I made the lie that he was seeing someone on the side while he was with me. That lie soon came true. Then I remember aliens...human like aliens, with tails, coming into our planet. The bald one, whose name I did not know, killed Yamcha and my other friends. I was devastated of course. Maybe I should have given Yamcha what he wanted and prevented myself from being guilty of betrayal to my dream boy. He's only a recurring dream! Soon, I realized he may be more than just my imagination. I saw that other alien...he looked so much like the boy, except he was older and he had no bangs. His name sent tingles down my spine...Vegeta. So familiar...too familiar. But I would hate him...and fear him for killing my friends...for looking like my dream boy, even though he's not! More and more dreams of that boy come into my sleep. I couldn't understand it but I kept it to myself. Soon, we were on a quest for the Namekian Dragonballs to bring back the others. It was on planet Namek that I met Vegeta for the first time. It was nerve-racking, seeing his evil smirk(too familiar smirk), and the way he threatened me and Krillin really horrified me. And that was the start of it all... me looking into his eyes, him, doing the same. It was as if he was shocked and amazed everytime he sees me...as if he had seen me before in dreams too. After a year or so of crazy, mix up adventures, I got him to stay in my place(seeing that he wasn't a bad guy anymore) and he needed shelter, good food, good service, and a place to train. He stays in that special guestroom, the one mysteriously used when I was still sixteen. Hidden memories were scattered across that room and Vegeta seemed to sense it himself. More dreams would come to me in the nights to come...and this night, is no exception.

I woke up. The clock just struck one in the morning. My dream...it's telling me something. It was too vivid to be false. It was...just too real! Did it really happen in the past? A goddess coming to take my young lover away, back to his own place until such time that we should meet again? I remember the way that boy had kissed me, kissing me as if it were the last time...it was! It was the last time we'll see each other! My heart was filled with sadness. I began to cry but after a while, began to giggle.
"Sheesh, Bulma! Crying about a stupid dream!" I smiled to myself. My smile faded when my gaze fell upon my precious, half-heart jewel. It glowed in the dark. This jewel...it had appeared in my dream tonight! That goddess holding a heart-shaped jewel, breaking it in two and giving half to me and half to that boy as a memento. Why is it that after all this time, this jewel only appeared in my dreams tonight? I took it. Suddenly, I felt the strangest urge to go to the terrace to think. Drowning myself in thoughts would perhaps, help me pass the time. I took my robe and put it on to cover my flimsy nightgown. When I got there, someone was already standing behind the grills, looking up at the stars. His rich black hair moved softly against the wind. He turned his head to me, drinking me in. Vegeta...a name that has become all too familiar. That was the name of that boy...wasn't it? I stared at him once more. The resemblances were strong. I went over and stood next to him. We stared at the stars for a moment, and felt a cool breeze around us.
"So you broke up with Yamcha?" Vegeta asked softly.
"Yes."
He smirked.
"And why did you not just go into marriage after all of this time?"
I glanced at Vegeta. Normally, I would tell him it was none of his business. But now, I feel so at ease with him, trusting him absentmindedly.
"I don't know. He makes too many advances."
"And you don't like it?"
"No. I would have...but I feel...you know?"
"Guilty? As if your betraying someone you don't even know?"
"How did you know that?!" I gasped.
"Just a wild hunch," he shrugged, and continued asking.
"So you never made love with Yamcha?"
"Almost, but I always stopped him."
"I see..."
"Vegeta? Have you ever made love with someone?"
He was dumbstruck by the question. He cleared his throat. I didn't expect him to answer, but he did. "Yes...but, I'm not sure if it was real. I can barely recall it."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It was as if it were only a dream...and that girl appears in my dreams up until now."
Oh my God! Could it be...
"And you..." he continued, "have you made love before?"
"Yes...but, I'm not sure if it was real either. It seems to be, since I woke up with kiss marks all over me. But I can't recall anything, except the boy comes into my dreams."
"How old were you then?!" Vegeta asked, his voice rising which startled me.
"S...sixteen."
"And the boy?!"
"I guess around seventeen or so..."
"I was seventeen when I supposedly went to bed with my sixteen year old dream girl..."
We stared at each other, our mouths gaping in awe, our eyes wide with shock. Is it true?! Have we...are we...it can't be! In a flash, Vegeta took something from his pocket...a half-heart jewel, just like mine! I took mine from my pocket too, and compared it to his. Yes. This was definitely the other half! But...how did he get it? The jewels suddenly glowed and levitated from our hands. Before our eyes, it merged into one, into the shape of a heart. It fell down, but Vegeta caught it. Then, he came closer to me, looking deep into my eyes. Yes! This was the boy! My young lover! Vegeta!
"Bulma? Is it...is it really you?!"
"Vegeta? I...I can't believe..."
I was muffled by Vegeta's intense kiss. I kissed him back. Memories flooded. He was indeed the boy. I cried and cried while we kissed. Now I remember my love for him, and his for me. Slowly, Vegeta carried me to his room. There, on his bed, we would relive the memories one by one, allowing our love to grow deeper, and deeper, and deeper still....