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: You know, I'm really starting to like this story! It's kinda fun, not just something I had to write. Oh and Kewla, to answer your question (Would you welcome with open arms and a roll in the hay, the man that just gleefully murder so many?)? If it was Vegeta hell yes. Could there be anybody that has that much restraint?

On with the story

Forgive.

Chapter Five: Could Be Gone.

The invisible enemy dodged and twisted, as Vegeta punched and kicked at him. Floating high in the sky his movements were faster than any human eyes could keep track of. Sweat ran down from his hairline over the knots of muscles in his neck, to seep into the already damp clothing he wore. His eyes were dull and glazed over, not seeing anything besides his invisible target.

If anyone had happened to be around and by chance looked up they would have seen a streak of light falling from the sky, as Vegeta lost all will to stay and train. He couldn't even summon the energy to keep himself from falling, head first into the hard earth.

Lying with his face down in the grass Vegeta kept his eyes closed. The wind blew the blades of grass around the edge of his face, their tips vainly trying to scratch at him. When breathing became a problem he summoned a little strength and pushed himself over, onto his back. Now the blue of the sky and the shinning light of the sun, sparkled in his eyes.

He had given the woman what she wanted. He hadn't been to the place he called home for so many years in over a week. Instead he had been living in a small capsule house in the woods. He knew that the brat, Trunks he amended silently, wasn't happy with these arrangements. Truthfully, neither was he. Slowly, over his many years spent on Earth, Vegeta had grown accustomed to his family, but even he had been surprised on the day he discovered that his family meant more to him than anything else. That included the Gravity Room.

Still he took them for granted. They did their best to please him, and he didn't treat them half as well as he should. His mate would be legally Queen and he knew it. Yet he didn't treat her like a Queen should be treated. Nor did he treat his son as he himself had been treated while a young Prince on the home planet.

Planet Vegeta was gone, along with everyone upon it. Nevertheless, the planet's royal line lived on, within himself and his son. This thought made Vegeta sit up and square his shoulders.

I shouldn't have treated them as I did. As if they were nothing more than doormats for my connivance. They are my mate and son. I should not have broken our pact. I should have tried harder to resist that monster. A fight with Kakarott could have been had in other times. I have been a royal baka.

Somehow, admitting these thoughts out loud made him feel stronger, more sure of his decisions.

He got to his feet and proceeded to clean his surrounding area. While menial tasks such as this had never before been of importance to him, Vegeta need something to occupy his time. Something that still left his mind open to think and plan and scheme. Well maybe not the last one so much.

By the time the area was clean enough the sun was setting the in distance, so Vegeta decided to wash himself and headed inside to shower.

Striping off his clothes as he headed for the bathroom, dropping the garments here and there. There would be time to pick them all up later.

After using up all the hot water that the capsule house contained Vegeta walked out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He dried himself and got dressed in a new gi. He thought about dressing in some normal clothes, but decided against it. He did however; thrown on a jacket Bulma had brought him a few years back. Then he flew to Capsule Corp.

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Vegeta landed softly on the master bedroom's balcony and walked even more softly into the room. Bulma lay in the bed asleep, one arm curled upon her pillow. He blue hair rested against the blue of the pillowcases and the sheets. Vegeta's breath caught in his throat. He had forgotten how beautiful she was. Her chest moved slightly, softly with every breath she took. It was the only movement she made.

Moving very quietly he sat on the edge of the bed near her. He desperately wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her until she forgot about the whole situation but that wasn't why he was here tonight. With a touch so gentle he had to hold his breath to make sure they were actually touching, Vegeta took her hand in his. Then he began to speak.

It's me Onna. I know you didn't want to hear from me, but I have something that need to be said. Some revelations if you will.

Vegeta concentrated on both speaking the words, and projecting them to her, through their bond. He sighed slightly and took a moment to decide how to start.

Hm, I'm.. listening. Bulma's eyes remain closed as she mumbled in her sleep. It was almost enough to make him lose his nerve. But he was somewhat used to this.

I, ah, just wanted you to know, that I have decided a few things. I know what I did was wrong. I should not have done the terrible things that I did.

He chuckled. Yes Onna, I know, you're right in all things. Now be quiet for a short time so that I can get all this said.

She buried her cheek into the pillow and murmured,

It had always fascinated him, her ability to talk in her sleep. The first he knew of it, was when she had fallen asleep watching TV and he had been hunting for the remote control. He had been hissing at finding the damn thing and blasting it straight to the next dimension, when she had mumbled that the remote was on the coffee table and would he quietly sit the hell down.

At first he had thought she was just playing with him. That she was really awake. But no, only after their bonding did he realize that she heard things while asleep and talked.

Yes, I guess I deserve that. Now I know how much you hate this subject but, on Vegeta, I would be King. And even a king is not always right, but no one will tell him this. That is why they have Queens. On Vegeta you would be Queen. I want you to become my queen once again. Tell me when I'm wrong.

Now I can't guarantee that I'll always listen, but I promise that I won't ever become like that again.

Tossing and turning her head from side to side Bulma hissed out, No. No more. Empty. No Empty. Promise.

No, this is not an empty promise. If I ever betray this promise, I will leave and never trouble you again. I would even leave this planet.

He watched as his mate's brow creased up and she started to struggle in her sleep, kicking at the covers, the hand he wasn't holding, thrashing at the other pillow.

No. No! Bulma's voice was steadily rising.

Quickly he stood up and headed for the open window that he had entered by. With one last look he jumped into the sky and flew towards the woods.

Bulma sat up in bed her hand at her throat, as she screamed, No! Don't leave me!

End Chapter Five.