The fog grew over Capsule Corp. and the dark clouds threatened to burst with the rain she knew would cleanse the dry wasteland of the desert behind her home. Just as she knew a personal rain would cleanse the likewise dry emotions of her soul.
Bulma Briefs sat in her room. She was exhausted from a day of work. Or more like slavery, she thought bitterly. Vegeta commanded her like he was prince and lord over her instead of the dead nation of Saiyans.
She sighed. The Prince of the once most powerful race in the galaxy, and the prince of her dreams, treated her like a slave in the daytime.
At night she could feel the good in him better than in the day. Because in the night she dreamed of how perfect it would be between them. She knew he had to feel the heat between them during the day. She blushed when she thought about it. It wasn't the heat of abger she referred to but the passion and longing that bloomed in her when he looked at her.
She knew she loved him. She longed for him to love her. She only wanted one perfect night with her prince.
She looked out the french doors she had left open to the night and gasped. The dark figure standing in her door was the object of her nightime imagination.
"Vegeta?" She could hardly breathe.
She put her hand over her pounding heart and willed it to be still. She knew she should turn away. Knew her heart couldnt take another heartbreak. She hadn't love Yamcha but their break-up was difficult. She couldnt take another failed romance.
He walked through the doors and stood dripping wet from the rain on the carpet just inside her room. As he made his way across the floor to the bed she was sitting on he looked at her.
His eyes captured her gaze and held it. She couldnt look away from him even if she tried.
He sat on the bed in front of her and pulled her to him. He cupped her face with his gloved hand and smiled softly.
She gazed at him. She knew this was right.
As he pulled her closer she took a breath, closed her eyes, and waited for his lips to press against hers.
She waited and waited...Finally she opened her eyes to find herself lying on the bed the papers she'd just had in her hand spread out on the floor.
She shook herself. Another dream. She sighed disappointedly.
She walked over to close the french doors and noticed the boot prints in her floor. Or was it a dream?
She wrapped her arms about her waist and shuddered. Had he come in here?
Had her prince came in this night? Or was she seeing things that werents there?
She wandered over to the bed and cut the lamp off. While she lay there thinking she thought she heard someone whisper.
"Someday. Someday."
She drifted off to sleep and dreamed as always of her prince. Her sweet prince. And of the day they actually found each others love.