I send the email off to my father, and turn my swivel chair to face Vegeta. He gives me a quick smile, as he starts walking again. I laugh to myself, as he ignores the pain and keeps going. He's just as stubborn as I am. I get up, and take his hand.
"Come on, I think you need to get some rest, and you can start walking tomorrow."
"Hang on, just a few more minutes! I've almost got the hang of it again," he grins.
I squeeze his hand and sit back down again, and watch him march up and down the room, wincing when he puts too much pressure on one leg. But he just bites back the pain, and puts the next foot forward. I hope he'll be this stubborn with our relationship.
Later that night, as he lies on a bed for the first time in months, he looks up at me, as I stand next to him, and watch as he stretches.
"I'd forgotten what a luxury this is. But it's missing something."
"What?"
He grins, as he grabs my hand and pulls me down onto the bed, and I fall on top of him. I giggle, and he smiles too, in spite of his stiff muscles.
"It was missing Bulma, that's all."
I rest my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me.
We stay like that for a while, his chest moving with his breathing and lifting me slightly.
"Bulma?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't regret leaving with me, do you?"
His deep voice rumbles inside his chest, covering the sound of his heartbeat for a few moments.
"No, I don't. It's the best decision I've ever made! I wouldn't change it for anything. I never expected it, but deep down, I was hoping you'd ask me to stay with you. I felt so bad when I told you I was going to lunch with Yamcha, and your face just became so sad."
He chuckles, and it sounds so rich as it dances into my ear.
"I was heart broken, that's true. I was building up the courage to say goodbye, but instead I thought I'd ask you to come with me. I'm glad you did. I suppose my kiss had something to do with it."
I lifted myself up slightly, and put my elbows on either side of his head, our noses barely touching.
"Well, it did. It had lots to do with it, but you could use a little more practice," I teased him, and he pouted.
"If my kissing isn't good enough, then I'm entitled to say that your hairstyle leaves much to be desired."
I gasp in mock horror.
"What?!"
"It would look so much better if it was loose. But I suspect that copious amounts of gel keep it that way."
I smile as I kiss his nose.
"I'll leave my hair down if you promise to work on your kissing."
"Deal."
We left the Earth two years before the androids were due to arrive. Vegeta showed me the universe, and I helped him to heal and before I knew it, I was bonded to him. One day, we landed on a planet, but we got caught in a meteor storm. Vegeta went out to protect the ship, and protect me. I was so scared for him, because he was tired, since he'd been training at four hundred and fifty times earth's gravity. I heard him yelling and the meteors exploding. I watched him on the ship's monitors, as he fought them off. But a huge one came towards him, and I saw as he ran out of energy to fight it. It knocked him into the planet, and I wanted to go outside, but I wasn't sure if all the meteors had stopped. Instead, I watched the screens, desperately praying and hoping that he'd be okay.
I waited, but there was no sign of him. I started to fear the worst, but I knew he wasn't dead yet. I just…knew. I don't know how. But what if he was seriously injured? Then a yellow glow appeared on the screen, a golden ball of energy rising out of a crater, Vegeta in the middle of it. He was bleeding badly, his combat suit was torn and ripped, but he looked so different. His hair was golden, I could tell that much. His head was held high, and he looked as though he'd been through Hell and reached Heaven. I ran to open the door for him, and he floated in. Up close, I realized how much he had changed. His eyes had gone green and he was much more muscled.
He had finally done it.
He'd reached super Saiyan.
"Vegeta, are you okay?"
He just smiled, and nodded. But as he was about to say something else, he swayed slightly on his feet, and I caught him. His hair faded back to black and his eyes dissolved from emerald to ink.
"I'm fine, Blue. But I need to take a little nap…"
So that's how my Vegeta turned super Saiyan. When he recovered later, he told me that he had turned super Saiyan because he didn't want to die and leave me, and that he was angry too. Angry that he was so weak, that he couldn't avenge himself and destroy Kakarot.
"It was like something snapped inside my head. I don't know what else to call it," he said, as I wiped the blood off his face.
"I guess it was like an elastic band, of sorts. It stretched and snapped."
He nodded.
"That's about right."
He put his hand on my waist as I cleaned him up. I smiled, as I wrung out the cloth into the basin and wet it again.
"I was really worried about you when I couldn't see you. Don't you ever do that again!"
He grinned.
"I won't. At least, not on purpose. So, do I get a reward for finally turning super Saiyan?"
I smiled, as I leaned down towards him.
"Maybe…"
A month after the super Saiyan incident, after we'd been in space for three months, I found my mate hunched over the toilet, bringing up her breakfast. I knocked on the door.
"Blue? Are you okay in there?"
"I'm fine, I'll be out now."
I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. When she came out, she looked rather ashen.
"You don't look too good. Why don't you lie down, and I'll get you some tea or something? That's what you always do when I feel tired."
She nodded, and went off to the bedroom, while I went to the kitchen, wondering what was wrong with her.
I sat next to her on the bed while she sipped her tea, that revolting herbal stuff she likes. I prefer a mug of coffee with eight sugars, but that's me.
"What's wrong? Do you have flu or something? If it's contagious, I don't want it."
She poked me in the chest for that comment.
"I guess you could say it's 'contagious', in a way. I got it from you."
"Huh?"
She sighed, as she put her cup of tea on the side table. She took my hands and held them in hers. I never cease to marvel at the length of her fingers. They look so fragile, but they're surprisingly strong. My hands look so bulky next to hers.
"Vegeta, how long have we known each other?"
I think for a second.
"We've known each other for two years and three months, fell in love after a year and been mated for nearly two."
She holds my hands against her stomach.
"So, would you be upset if I told you that there's going to be a smaller version of you running around?'
My eyes widen.
"You mean…"
She nodded. I blinked.
"Really?"
"Really."
A million thoughts swirled though my head in a dust storm with hurricane speeds. But once the winds had gone and the thoughts of my brain had settled, I smiled.
"Brilliant! Vegeta junior!"
I hugged her, and kissed her and hugged her again. I've never been so excited before! She just laughed that laugh of hers, which sounds like moonbeams dancing to me.
"It might be a girl."
"No way! It's a boy! It has to be!"
"But a little girl would be nice."
I calm down for a moment.
"Blue, angel of my life, I hate to tell you but Saiyan royalty only bear sons. There are no females in the Vegeta dynasty. My family has always mated with females from the House of Zinnia."
She didn't look disappointed, but instead fell back softly onto her pile of pillows with a smile.
"We'd better think of names."
"Vegeta."
"That's your name. I was thinking maybe we could call him after your grandfather or something."
"All the males in my family are named Vegeta. Don't ask me why, but Saiyans aren't all that imaginative."
She giggled.
"Too bad. Then what about Chad?"
I pulled a face.
"Where did that come from?"
They called him a monster. They called him a murderer. But he's my monster. Yeah, he has an ego to rival mine, and he's stubborn and tactless and obsessed with training.
But he's Vegeta. I wouldn't want him any other way. As I sit with our child in my arms and him behind me as I lean against his chest, I wonder why I even hesitated to leave the planet with him. I love everything about him. He's gruff, but only because he's a big softy at heart and tries to hide it. He's quiet, but that's only because he says the things that matter instead of talking to fill the space. He's kind, he's tactless, he's understanding, he's stubborn, but most of all, he loves me for me.
Isn't that all that matters?
THE END
Thanks to the few that did keep track of this story, it does mean a lot that you did. But, I'm saying goodbye to het…its not as rewarding as yaoi!
Zogeta