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???

Feedback: Ya know, it's all good, all the time. PaleOrchids@hotmail.com or press the little review button at the end of the page. Yep, that's the one. Go on, it won't bite. At least, not the first time. J


Authors Note: Mystic and Kewla need the most thanks for this chapter, cause if it wasn't for them then I wouldn't have even gone in this direction! I wasn't even thinking it. In fact, I was seriously screwed on how to take it. So, big thanks! If there's any wishes I can grant…. just ask, honestly.


Even saying that, thank you again to everyone who has reviewed, and unfortunately this is going to have to end soon.

Forgive.

Chapter Six: An Eternity.

Bulma quickly untangled herself from the sheets of her bed and stumbled out onto the floor. She had sworn Vegeta had been here, in this room, at that very moment. She had been sure that she felt his presence in her sleep, heard his voice within her head. But he was nowhere to be seen. The window was open, as she had left it, and everything else seemed to indicate that there had been no one else here all night. But she was so sure.

Grabbing a thin dressing gown from the back of her dresser chair, she went to her closed door and wrenched it open. Running down the hall her bare feet echoed with every step. She came to a halt outside Trunks' door and hauled it open. Her son was lying on top of the blankets, still in his clothes that he had been wearing that day. Bulma's mind had one second to register that he probably had come straight in from the Gravity Room and collapsed. She hated to wake him, but she had to know.

She fell to her knees behind his bed and shook him none to gently.

"Trunks? Trunks, honey, I need you to wake up!"

Trunks' eyes opened slowly and sleepily. His lavender hair was tousled and sticking up all over the place. His eyes were still glazed over when he finally focused on her

"Mom? What's the matter? Is everything okay?"

"Honey, listen. I need you to find your father."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Trunks, I need you to locate your father."

Trunks sat up and stared at her. He could see the glistening of her eyes, which experience told him that she was going to start crying soon. He scrunched his eyes closed his concentration.

Bulma started to chew on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears she didn't want Trunks to see. She so desperately wanted Vegeta back in her arms, where he wasn't more than a few meters from her. She tried to wait patiently while her son looked, but it was becoming harder and harder to sit still.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry Mom. Dad's suppressing his ki, so I can't find him." He opened his eyes and looked at her.

"It's alright sweetie, it's not your fault. Go back to sleep."

"Are you sure Mom?"

Bulma smiled at her son. This was the most he had spoken to her since she had not allowed Vegeta into the house.

"I'm sure. Sleep."

She raised herself from her position on her knees and headed towards the door. As she reached the threshold Trunks' voice stopped her.

"Mom, are you and Dad going to be okay?"

She looked over her shoulder.

"Yes Trunks. Everything is going to be just fine with your Dad and I. Just you wait and see."

She walked out of his room leaving the door a little ajar, before continuing down the hallway to her room. Bypassing the bed, Bulma headed straight for the open window and balcony. Gripping the railing, she squeezed the un-giving concrete until, between the tension and the cold wind blowing, her fingers became numb.

"Damn it Vegeta! Where the hell are you?" She hissed harshly into the night, bowing her head to let her tears fall.

"Right here woman."

The tears streaming down her face, Bulma spun around with her mouth open, stunned speechless. Her bottom lip trembled as her gaze widened and she just started at him.

"You didn't leave?"

Vegeta took a step towards her and let his hands drift lazily over her shoulders and upper arms. Staring at her face, he moved his arms to cup her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

"No, I didn't leave." Vegeta inched his face closer to hers, captivated by her. "I couldn't leave you after I heard you scream."

Swallowing her fear she asked, "And what did I say?"

"You asked me not to leave you. And I couldn't."

"You couldn't, or you wouldn't?"

"Both."

Bulma moved her head to the side and gently kissed one hand cupping her face, then the other. The she gazed at Vegeta again.

"Did you mean everything you said before that? Or was that just a dream?"

Vegeta allowed a smirk to grace his features.

"That was no dream Onna. Is it that hard to tell the real me from your dreams?"

Bulma playfully rolled her eyes at him, letting her hands glide over his chest.

"And yes, I did mean everything I said."

"Good, cause I don't think it would be a good idea for me to let you back in the house if you were lying."

Vegeta smirked again. "Does this mean that I'm allowed back into the house?"

"Yes, it does."

Widening his smirk to a grin he asked, "But am I allowed in the bedroom?"

Bulma grinned back at him, her mind already racing to some erotic fantasy land.

"Definitely yes."

"Good. That capsule house bed is terrible." Vegeta walked into the room, throwing over his shoulder, "You really should fix that."

Bulma glared at his back for a split second before launching herself after him. She intended to tackle his back, but he heard her and spun around to catch her. Then he threw her onto the bed before collapsing next to her.

"Go to sleep Onna. There will be time for us later."

Bulma swallowed and dared to ask, "A lot of time?"

Capturing her eyes he whispered, "An eternity."

End Chapter Six.