Title: Forgive

Author: Pale Orchid

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After Buu, can Bulma forgive Vegeta?

Category: Bulma/Vegeta Angst-Romance, hopefully. We'll see.

Spoilers: Anything after Veggie went ka-boom!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DragonBall Z characters or anything even remotely DBZ related. I'm just a poor Aussie girl with too much time on her hands.

Archiving : Anyone would actually want this???

Authors Note:  Special thanks to everyone who reviewed Chapter One and gave such good advice. One thing, I'm keeping the rating at PG-13, because I have no idea whether this chapter should be higher than that or not. If anyone things it does, email me at PaleOrchids@hotmail.com, and I'll change the rating.

Authors Note 2: A big thank you to Addelo, for putting up with me when I couldn't get things to work for me. ^^Lots of Eva merchandise is gonna be thrown your way on your birthday bro^^.

Forgive.

Chapter Two: The Pact.

**Flashback Fun**

Bulma raised her head off of Vegeta's chest, strands of her blue hair damp with sweat stubbornly refusing to end their contact. She glanced up at him, her eyes lingering of his facial features, his mouth and lips, his strong cheekbones, the slope of his nose, before finally settling on his eyes. The darkness of their colour always took her breath away, and now was no exception. So black they seemed, almost soulless. Maybe soulless wasn't the word, for she had seen life come into them often enough. Endless was a better word, she decided.

She abruptly realised that his gaze was as intent as her own and glanced down at his chest, to hide the rising heat in her cheeks. She saw, felt and barely heard his slight chuckle, the muscles in his chest moving under his skin. Maybe looking at his chest, wasn't the best course of action.

So she looked back up into his eyes.

"Hi." She offered meekly, still embarrassed from being caught sightseeing.

Vegeta just continued to stare at her. Oh, maybe she shouldn't have said anything, or maybe she should have said something more.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, he grasped her shoulders and rolled them both, so that he was leaning over her. Then looking intently at her, he spoke.

"Do you regret?"

Just that one simple question, that's all he said. Three little words that he said as if the entire world, his life, her life, the future, all rested upon her answer. And so she thought. Did she regret? Almost immediately she came up with her answer.

"No, I could never regret what happened."

Bulma watched as the proud man above her actually smiled! Smiled! Not only smiled, but with relief!

Then he lowered his head to hers and captured her lips, giving her one of the sweetest kisses she had ever experienced. His tongue was running across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She opened her mouth, deepening the kiss into something more passionate.

Once the need for air became an issue he raised his head again.

"You are sure you want me?"

Damn this man and his questions.

"Want you? Of course I do, I lov-…….." Bulma cut herself off abruptly. Damn it. Why did she have to go and say that? Or almost say that. Now he was going to get disturbed and leave. Damn it!

"No, finish it. You…"

No going back now. She slid out from under his raised form and drew the sheet up to cover her.

"I love you, alright! I don't know when it happened, just that it did happened and I love you!"

Vegeta just kept looking at her. All through her little ramble, only one part of his expression had changed. His eyes. They seemed to have a sparkle.

Bulma gasped!

"You! You're pleased! You like the fact that I love you!" She thought of something and her eyes hardened. "So all this is just a little game to you huh? Play with the Earth woman for a while until she says the three words and then leave huh? Well go on then. You won." Bulma lowered her head and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Woman… Bulma, I'm not playing a game with you."

She felt his fingertips graze her chin and then gently force her head up to look at him.

"This is no game. But yes, I am pleased. For it would be an appalling waste if I loved you, yet you didn't return the feeling."

Vegeta watched her with such intensity that she almost missed the meaning of his words.

"You, you love me?"

"I believe so."

"You believe so?"

"Yes."

Bulma nodded with realisation.

"How can you identify love, if you've never experienced it before?"

He snorted slightly and nodded.

Bulma watched him for a few seconds more before crawling over and into his lap. She clasped her hands around the back of his neck.

"So, it's settled. We love each other."

"As much as we can, yes."

Her eyebrows rose.

"Hmmm. Interesting."

Then she grinned and wiggled her hips, causing him to give a sort of rumbling purr. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Not so fast woman. First, I want to ask you to so something." Vegeta waited till she nodded. "Trust me."

"Okay."

With that Vegeta smirked and lowered his head to her neck, planting kisses down the side of it. As he moved down, Bulma found herself leaning to the other side, giving him more access to her neck, while she gripped his hair in her hands. She started to shiver when he reached the join of her neck and her shoulder, and started to lick it seductively.

A low moan escaped her lips when he opened his mouth and started to suck at her skin. When she was sure she would rip his hair out if he continued along this way, he whispered.

"Forgive me."

Then she felt the sharpness of his teeth as they punctured her neck. Her breathy gasping turned to a short scream before he slid his teeth out of her skin and started to lap at the blood she suddenly knew was there.

Bulma moved his head away from her neck so that she could speak to him.

"What was that?"

"A bonding. If you do bite me back, in the same place, we are considered mates for all eternity. Not even death can separate us."

She swallowed a few times before saying, "Screw the white dress and church then."

His face showed his confusion to her reference.

"Are you willing?"

"Tell me what I must do."

"Thankyou. Once you find the spot where the neck and shoulder meet, suck there, to bring the blood to the surface. Then bite down until you taste it. Afterwards lap at the blood."

"I will do it," She raised one eyebrow. "But after you will swear a pact with me. Agreed?"

"Yes. I must. If you do not continue the ceremony, then I will die."

Bulma nodded and moved her fingers, pressing and massaging till she found the point she was looking for. Kisses were placed there, making sure she remembered the spot, where his skin seemed almost softer, tender than anywhere else. Just as he had done, she licked at the spot, running her tongue over the joint, slowly. Then she balanced herself and started to suck at the skin.

Once his moans were deep enough, she bit down. She felt her teeth break through the skin and for less than a second, nothing. Then the blood flooded into her mouth. It tasted like blood usually tasted, like she'd been sucking her car keys while thinking. But Vegeta's blood seemed to have an unusual tang to it.

Pulling back, she looked at him, watching the small smirk that was playing on his lips. She grabbed at his hand and used it to wipe some of the still flowing blood off of his wound. Then she wiped some of hers.

"What is this pact?"

Bulma took a deep breath and stared right into his eyes.

"I want you to swear that you will never become evil again. That you will never endanger this planet. That you won't become the man who threatened to once kill me for a dragonball."

She wanted to take back her words the minute she saw the hurt in his eyes. But she had to be strong about this.

"I'm different from then. I've changed."

"I know that. But I still want your word."

"Very well. You shall have it." He paused, thinking. "And what shall your side of this pact be then?"

Bulma cocked her head to the side.


"I hadn't thought about that. So you have any suggestions? What am I saying; of course you have a suggestion. Go on then."

He grabbed her bloodstained hand with his own and pressed the two together, mingling the fluid.

"I swear to never harm this word or become 'evil' "he rolled his eyes as he spoke, "If you swear to never become involved with that weak baka Yamcha again."

She smiled at him.

"Easy. I swear."

He brought his lips down to hers. "We swear." Echoed both in the stillness of the room and the confines of the bond.

"Now woman, what's to eat?"

"You can't be serious!"

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Vegeta raised his head from his chest and glanced around. The stars twinkled from above him, shining, laughing.

So that was what the damn woman had been talking about. And considering the past few days…. He had indeed broken this pact of theirs.

Rising to his feet he considered what to do…. In order to make things right.

End Chapter Two.