A/n another chapter, sorry this is going slow. I haven't had any time to type or grammar check. R/r

Chapter 2:Apart

They were apart. From now on they had to get used to the fact that they most probably would live on without experiencing each others touch again. As agonising it might have seemed in the beginning the adjustment was fairly uncomplicated, that is as long ad they avoided their thoughts to wander around about anything else besides their work. And work they did...

Vegeta was wrapped up in his training, after all he had a huge challenge coming his way and had to be prepared for the arrival of the androids and he still had to prove himself that he in fact was stronger than Kakkarot. He had goals and to obtain them he had to become the legendary. He overworked his body to the verge of exhaustion every single day and never once let his thoughts drift away to that woman during the day, he had to much self-respect for that.

Bulma on the other hand knew that her time on Earth was limited and hence made the decision not to regret anything. She would live life at the fullest, work in her lab, learn how to cook, spend more time with her family, and enjoy the time she had when she wasn't ill and bound to the bed. She was doing well, she could and would live without Vegeta. That was a promise she seemed to keep as long as she didn't think of him. She agreed with herself that the decision she made was a reasonable one and that she would stick with the consequences no matter what. But then again Bulma never was the complaining type, which also was one of the reasons she felt attracted to him in the first place.

However their efforts to forget about one another came to short when they were confronted with their thoughts during the night. Neither of them were able to avoid the truth, the truth, which consumed both of them. During the night there was no escape, no places to run and hide. They were truly alone. They indulged in the reminiscence of the time they felt completed, the time they were together...

(flashback)

(Bulma's POV) He had come back to her. By own choice and now nothing would matter. The world could crash and burn, she wouldn't care. He touched her like she were some sort of a fragile china doll, setting her skin ablaze with every single touch and leaving burn marks all over her body. No, she never wanted to let go, he was hers and she was his. That was how it was meant to be.

(Vegeta's POV) She had been worried about him, the concern was visible from the reflection of the moonlight in her eyes. The endless azure pools, which he easily could loose himself in. And loose himself he did. It was the first time he had touched her, the smoothness of her skin driving him to the border of insanity and back again. No, he never wanted to let go she was his and he was hers. That was how it was meant to be.

(end flashback)

Their sleep would be disturbed by the heat of their dreams and for a while their bodies would relax, but then tense up after realising what it was exactly: just a dream, nothing else.