"A Passion Kind of Thing."
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ I never have....I never will...or...well...I..nevermind!
A/N: AUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHH! I am so sooorryy! I got caught up with my other stories, and school and sports and dance and I completely got lost. Then, I was going over my profile, and I saw this and I was like "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"...I actually wrote this chapter a long time ago... Anyways, you all must HATE me...I'm REALLY sorry...and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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I never thought my life would be like this.........
"Bulma..."
It was all planned out, you know? I was going to go to university and become a famous capsule corp. scientist. Then, once I had made my mark, I would go and live in a nice, big, cute house, with cute furniture and cute landscapes. Then, I would marry Yamcha and we were going to have two kids, a boy and a girl, with his hair and my eyes. And they were going to grow up smart and studious, and protected from all the evil that roamed the earth...I mean, we had Goku for that right?
"Bulma..let's find Goten and Trunks...and let's go home..."
But then, those days on Namek changed everything. I began to open up, events made me realize that there was so much more in life than Yamcha and what color hair my children would have. Those days...sometimes I want to laugh when I think about them...and sometimes I want to cry. Those few hours I spent as a frog....those few minutes I spent alone with an injured Piccilo..those few years that I thought I had lost my best friend forever...and when I first met _him_....that was when things really began to change.
"Bulma...let's go find them, please. There's nothing you can do..."
I was terrified off him. That's the truth of it. I only knew him as someone who had once tried to destroy earth...that he was one of Goku's greatest enemies...so stupid...there was so much that I didn't understand. I only knew him from afar, as a spectator. But the first time I actually _met_ him..in person, was different. His closeness...it terrified me in a new way. Of course, I was still petrified that he was just going to blow me up if I didn't do what he said. But I was also painfully aware of the blood pounding through my veins, my heart beating like a promise. My ears tuned out and all I could see was his eyes. Those dark pools that held so much...yet I had no idea what I was actually looking at. He had promised not to hurt me...physically, anyway. And he never has....
"Bulma..he's not going to come back...it's too late."
Never...and suddenly, I found myself with a phyco killer in my house. My fault, of course. I had invited him. But soon I had found, that despite his constant orders as if I were a slave girl he could bend to his will, he was not as violent and evil as I had made him out to be. Atleast not anymore. He was good company, despite our constant bickering. He was humorous, and our stupid little fights often ended with his smirks and my giggles. He was also, to my convenience, extremly good looking, and the visions about my future slowly began to change.
"Bulma..you know that wasn't him...he wasn't being himself..."
Not very convincing. Yes, I no longer needed my life to be perfect. I no longer wanted to be like the little house wives in my mother's old black and white television specials, with my hair all done up, and an apron around my waist. The dinner on the table when my husband got home, and my cute little daughter showing up with pigtails and a perfect test score. My teenage son coming to the table, with his respectable girlfriend who wanted to be a ballerina and his football scholarship. No...my life no longer needed to be like that. I somehow figure that's what my life would have been with Yamcha, if he hadn't cheated on me. Perfect...too perfect. With Vegeta, I slowly stopped depending on Goku, and started to depend on him. He had my trust, and he held it well, unlike Yamcha. Vegeta was never unfaithful. But he wasn't perfect either and that was okay. He didn't need to be. My children didn't need to be perfect either, and I didn't care about how they looked or where their strength lay. And it turned out, it didn't matter, because Trunks was always perfect to me anyway. And in a way, I was happier with this life then I could ever be in another one.
"Bulma..I know it hurts..I know...I understand. I've seen Goku lose control..it'll be okay..."
Goku? Lose control? Maybe. Maybe he lost control of his temper, God knows, I've seen the verbal battles Goku and Chi-Chi have gotten into, and I feared the worst for both of them. But Goku always apologized, that I knew. Or maybe she meant Goku lost control of his power, and he over did himself to the point where he didn't know who he was anymore. Goku never hurt Chi-Chi, I was positive of that, but I knew Goku a lot longer before he was tricked into marrying Chi-Chi, and despite his goofy, happy, protective image, I've been frightened of him. But Goku never lost control in either aspect to the point where he didn't remember what or who he was fighting for. He was strong that way. Strong...and yet, I remember a time when he was sick, we had all feared for his life. And I remember watching Gohan as he stroked his father's hair, and started in amazement when Goku's breathing returned to normal from the instense bout of pain his heart had caused him. Vegeta wasn't, and probably never will be, that close with Trunks. Maybe that's where a saiyan's strength lies...through the heart...
"_Please_ Bulma! I want to go home..I can't stand just standing here..I'm worried.."
I almost laugh. Chi-Chi is so much smarter than me, in so many ways. It's ironic, really. Her situation is almost the same as mine. Almost. Goku was tricked into marrying Chi-Chi, and we often joked that it was because he wasn't too bright. But I have this feeling that Goku isn't bright only when doesn't feel the need to put himself above others. I never see him being stupid or goofy when he's facing something that upsets him..an enemy, a rival, or even his own mate. But despite marrying her unwillingly, bickering with her constantly, Goku has told me again and again that marrying Chi-Chi was the best thing that's ever happened to him.
"I want to find Goten, to see if he's okay..."
Weak. That's what Vegeta would call me. Weak...no, no he didn't call me weak anymore..but he often said: "Silly, over protective Woman. Don't worry, alright?" In that calm, mockingly reassuring voice that drove me up the wall. Here I was, beside one of my closest friends, and I havn't moved nor spoken since the incident. And Chi-Chi, all she is trying to do is calm me down, while her husband has just gone off to battle, his face darker than I have ever seen. Her older son had been gravely injury, her younger son probably being manipulated by my own. I should be comforting _her_...but all I can think of was the way he stared up at me before he dissapeared...his eyes wild and dark...different...his posture stiff and langly, his maniac grin back in place...that..that curly 'M'on his forehead..a mark that meant something..he belonged to someone...a slave.
"Bulma..._please_.."
Her voice..it's close to tears...I'm so selfish...but I can't help but stare at the spot where my 'mate' had just stood moments before. He had seemed so..so evil..and yet...I knew he wasn't..he _couldn't_ be...it had been so long ago. Even Rochi had said that Vegeta didn't appear to be himself. I sigh, and close my eyes. Turning to my friend, I smile slightly.
"Sorry, I just...let's go find our boys before they get themselves in trouble." (MA: *Sweatdrop*)
And I suddenly don't feel shocked any more...I suddenly no longer feel the worry that something was wrong with the man I loved..I knew...I _knew_ something...I just didn't know what...and then...his final words before he had vanished echoed inside my head, finally sinking in. He had looked at me meaningfully, speaking through the bond I had become accustomed to.
//...Kimi no koto wa itsudemo mamoru...//
I smile. Somehow, I know my life would turn out okay.
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Aha...yes...that chapter gave me a headache...it was complex to write..to me, anyway.
(1) I have suddenly decided to use Japanese terms in my anime fics...as you may have noticed.
(2) Kimi no Koto wa Itsudemo Mamoru: I will Always Protect you.
(3) Yes, I do realize that 'Kimi no Koto wa Itsudemo Mamoru.' would have applied better for the scene in which Vegeta self destructs to destroy Buu, but I won't be doing one, and I have my reasons. The first, is I have already written a Buu Blowup Scene "Final Confessions." I wrote it a long time ago, it was my very first dbz fic, but I still would not want to write a chapter and have it similar to a fic I had already written. Even though my writting skills have improved since then (^_^..I hope) I wouldn't want to be writting the same thing twice, mmmkay?
Please Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ I never have....I never will...or...well...I..nevermind!
A/N: AUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHH! I am so sooorryy! I got caught up with my other stories, and school and sports and dance and I completely got lost. Then, I was going over my profile, and I saw this and I was like "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"...I actually wrote this chapter a long time ago... Anyways, you all must HATE me...I'm REALLY sorry...and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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I never thought my life would be like this.........
"Bulma..."
It was all planned out, you know? I was going to go to university and become a famous capsule corp. scientist. Then, once I had made my mark, I would go and live in a nice, big, cute house, with cute furniture and cute landscapes. Then, I would marry Yamcha and we were going to have two kids, a boy and a girl, with his hair and my eyes. And they were going to grow up smart and studious, and protected from all the evil that roamed the earth...I mean, we had Goku for that right?
"Bulma..let's find Goten and Trunks...and let's go home..."
But then, those days on Namek changed everything. I began to open up, events made me realize that there was so much more in life than Yamcha and what color hair my children would have. Those days...sometimes I want to laugh when I think about them...and sometimes I want to cry. Those few hours I spent as a frog....those few minutes I spent alone with an injured Piccilo..those few years that I thought I had lost my best friend forever...and when I first met _him_....that was when things really began to change.
"Bulma...let's go find them, please. There's nothing you can do..."
I was terrified off him. That's the truth of it. I only knew him as someone who had once tried to destroy earth...that he was one of Goku's greatest enemies...so stupid...there was so much that I didn't understand. I only knew him from afar, as a spectator. But the first time I actually _met_ him..in person, was different. His closeness...it terrified me in a new way. Of course, I was still petrified that he was just going to blow me up if I didn't do what he said. But I was also painfully aware of the blood pounding through my veins, my heart beating like a promise. My ears tuned out and all I could see was his eyes. Those dark pools that held so much...yet I had no idea what I was actually looking at. He had promised not to hurt me...physically, anyway. And he never has....
"Bulma..he's not going to come back...it's too late."
Never...and suddenly, I found myself with a phyco killer in my house. My fault, of course. I had invited him. But soon I had found, that despite his constant orders as if I were a slave girl he could bend to his will, he was not as violent and evil as I had made him out to be. Atleast not anymore. He was good company, despite our constant bickering. He was humorous, and our stupid little fights often ended with his smirks and my giggles. He was also, to my convenience, extremly good looking, and the visions about my future slowly began to change.
"Bulma..you know that wasn't him...he wasn't being himself..."
Not very convincing. Yes, I no longer needed my life to be perfect. I no longer wanted to be like the little house wives in my mother's old black and white television specials, with my hair all done up, and an apron around my waist. The dinner on the table when my husband got home, and my cute little daughter showing up with pigtails and a perfect test score. My teenage son coming to the table, with his respectable girlfriend who wanted to be a ballerina and his football scholarship. No...my life no longer needed to be like that. I somehow figure that's what my life would have been with Yamcha, if he hadn't cheated on me. Perfect...too perfect. With Vegeta, I slowly stopped depending on Goku, and started to depend on him. He had my trust, and he held it well, unlike Yamcha. Vegeta was never unfaithful. But he wasn't perfect either and that was okay. He didn't need to be. My children didn't need to be perfect either, and I didn't care about how they looked or where their strength lay. And it turned out, it didn't matter, because Trunks was always perfect to me anyway. And in a way, I was happier with this life then I could ever be in another one.
"Bulma..I know it hurts..I know...I understand. I've seen Goku lose control..it'll be okay..."
Goku? Lose control? Maybe. Maybe he lost control of his temper, God knows, I've seen the verbal battles Goku and Chi-Chi have gotten into, and I feared the worst for both of them. But Goku always apologized, that I knew. Or maybe she meant Goku lost control of his power, and he over did himself to the point where he didn't know who he was anymore. Goku never hurt Chi-Chi, I was positive of that, but I knew Goku a lot longer before he was tricked into marrying Chi-Chi, and despite his goofy, happy, protective image, I've been frightened of him. But Goku never lost control in either aspect to the point where he didn't remember what or who he was fighting for. He was strong that way. Strong...and yet, I remember a time when he was sick, we had all feared for his life. And I remember watching Gohan as he stroked his father's hair, and started in amazement when Goku's breathing returned to normal from the instense bout of pain his heart had caused him. Vegeta wasn't, and probably never will be, that close with Trunks. Maybe that's where a saiyan's strength lies...through the heart...
"_Please_ Bulma! I want to go home..I can't stand just standing here..I'm worried.."
I almost laugh. Chi-Chi is so much smarter than me, in so many ways. It's ironic, really. Her situation is almost the same as mine. Almost. Goku was tricked into marrying Chi-Chi, and we often joked that it was because he wasn't too bright. But I have this feeling that Goku isn't bright only when doesn't feel the need to put himself above others. I never see him being stupid or goofy when he's facing something that upsets him..an enemy, a rival, or even his own mate. But despite marrying her unwillingly, bickering with her constantly, Goku has told me again and again that marrying Chi-Chi was the best thing that's ever happened to him.
"I want to find Goten, to see if he's okay..."
Weak. That's what Vegeta would call me. Weak...no, no he didn't call me weak anymore..but he often said: "Silly, over protective Woman. Don't worry, alright?" In that calm, mockingly reassuring voice that drove me up the wall. Here I was, beside one of my closest friends, and I havn't moved nor spoken since the incident. And Chi-Chi, all she is trying to do is calm me down, while her husband has just gone off to battle, his face darker than I have ever seen. Her older son had been gravely injury, her younger son probably being manipulated by my own. I should be comforting _her_...but all I can think of was the way he stared up at me before he dissapeared...his eyes wild and dark...different...his posture stiff and langly, his maniac grin back in place...that..that curly 'M'on his forehead..a mark that meant something..he belonged to someone...a slave.
"Bulma..._please_.."
Her voice..it's close to tears...I'm so selfish...but I can't help but stare at the spot where my 'mate' had just stood moments before. He had seemed so..so evil..and yet...I knew he wasn't..he _couldn't_ be...it had been so long ago. Even Rochi had said that Vegeta didn't appear to be himself. I sigh, and close my eyes. Turning to my friend, I smile slightly.
"Sorry, I just...let's go find our boys before they get themselves in trouble." (MA: *Sweatdrop*)
And I suddenly don't feel shocked any more...I suddenly no longer feel the worry that something was wrong with the man I loved..I knew...I _knew_ something...I just didn't know what...and then...his final words before he had vanished echoed inside my head, finally sinking in. He had looked at me meaningfully, speaking through the bond I had become accustomed to.
//...Kimi no koto wa itsudemo mamoru...//
I smile. Somehow, I know my life would turn out okay.
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Aha...yes...that chapter gave me a headache...it was complex to write..to me, anyway.
(1) I have suddenly decided to use Japanese terms in my anime fics...as you may have noticed.
(2) Kimi no Koto wa Itsudemo Mamoru: I will Always Protect you.
(3) Yes, I do realize that 'Kimi no Koto wa Itsudemo Mamoru.' would have applied better for the scene in which Vegeta self destructs to destroy Buu, but I won't be doing one, and I have my reasons. The first, is I have already written a Buu Blowup Scene "Final Confessions." I wrote it a long time ago, it was my very first dbz fic, but I still would not want to write a chapter and have it similar to a fic I had already written. Even though my writting skills have improved since then (^_^..I hope) I wouldn't want to be writting the same thing twice, mmmkay?
Please Review!