She took a moment and inhaled his presence. His soft touch on her arms made her tremble with want. It was an old desire, a spark that had been rekindled by his words. Slowly, that ancient feeling crept into her bones until it saturated her soul. Bulma stared at Vegeta with the need of two years weighing heavily on her shoulders.
He still loved her.
Never had Vegeta said that. Even in their days on Chikyuu, never had he said such a thing. Was he that desperate to have her back? These sudden old emotions were so foreign to her heart. The feeling was overwhelming.
She swallowed and looked down. Her shaking hands moved upwards. Slowly, they came to rest on his chest. She wanted to scream, for she could feel his heart beat. That familiar rhythm was the foundation of her past. The memory of yesterday and the promise of tomorrow. Bulma gasped and released a shuddering sob. Taking a raspy breath she fell upon him in exhaustion. Throwing her head to his shoulder, she used its solace to shed her tears. Her small hands clung to him as her entire being shook with pain.
Vegeta's eyes widened as he felt her close to him again. Involuntarily, his arms came around her. He gasped at the feeling. A long time ago he had forgotten how they fit together; how she molded to him so easily. That comfortable togetherness had faded in the years and only now was it being realized once again. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes closed. Slowly, he put his head down, resting his cheek on her head. The scent of her hair caused him to open his eyes. One more tear, all that he would allow, escaped his proud eye. It wrought a trail of emotion down his cheek as it fell upon her head. It was the symbol of his need.
His hands moved to the small of her back. Vegeta had not forgotten the body he had memorized so long ago. There was nothing new about her figure, so why did it feel so wonderful to touch her again? He did not know, nor did he care.
Bulma was in his arms once again.
A tsunami of feelings, thoughts and facts overwhelmed him. His reasoning of things was set awry. Never before had Vegeta reconsidered his ideals. Never before had he wanted to.
Suddenly, that scene on the Eckosphere with Bulma and Chimera seemed distant. It was a fading ache. A blade become dull with misuse. He still could see her underneath Chimera with that same pleasured smile, but this time he analyzed the picture. This time he noticed her eyes. They had not smiled like her mouth. Instead they had been filled with woe. A sorrow that he could not have comprehended until now.
She had told him the truth. She had given it easily and surely because it had been fact. And what had he done? He had allowed his own damned stubbornness to cripple his heart. That steadfast pride that flowed within his veins had choked his own soul.
And he had hit her. That evil act could never be forgiven. One thing had always been certain with him. Never would he hurt her. By Kami, he deserved to be damned. He had struck her. This perfect woman who had cared for him when no one else did. The goddess of Chikyuu and she had been his. He did not deserve such a treasure.
"Do you forgive me?" Her words were muffled against his shoulder, but they did not escape his ears. Vegeta's eyes widened at her words. The very notion was insane.
"Of course I forgive you woman! I never should have blamed you," he replied hastily. She looked up suddenly, her teary eyes filling his vision.
"You realize that... that I didn't do it!" Kami she was beautiful. Never again could he let her go. He asserted his realization by nodding with finality. Bulma exerted a frantic laugh of relief. Bringing her hands up to the base of his neck, she smiled up at him. Vegeta prayed that he could find the strength to ask his next question. It would be hard, hell it would be impossible.
For her, anything.
"Do you forgive me woman?" Vegeta asked with complete seriousness. He readied himself for a cruel reply. Two years of neglect deserved reprimanding. Let Bulma yell at him all she wanted.
"Oh Vegeta! I never blamed you!" His eyes widened, she wasn't mad. Before he could speak her hands pulled him to her. Their lips innertwined and he shut his eyes. Soft, sweet and complete.
There had been a hollowness within him for quite some time now. An empty void that had been sealed off from the rest of himself. It's only core were memories. Fond and beautiful memories that had gotten blurrier as time passed, but no less sweet. Vegeta had shunned them in the years. The taste of her again refilled that hole within. The immersion of her presence recalled all that had been. Bulma's essence was alive on his tongue, in his mouth, but more importantly his heart. It beat once again with a will to live. A will to be.
Bulma's tears could not cease. Produced from so many emotions, they rained down passionately. This was what she needed. Her whole self relied on this to survive. This perfect kiss, within her mind. Here in her thoughts, Vegeta knew her like no other man ever could. His lips upon her own in this realm of dreams and fantasy touched her very soul. She smiled against him and frantically drew him deeper. That completion that had been sought after for so long was now fulfilled.
They were one again.
Unbeknownst to them, the surrounding scenery had changed. The bleak wasteland gained color as it went through a sudden metamorphosis. Grass sprouted from the dusty ground and the sky turned blue as her eyes. The waterfall reappeared and lapped upon clear water in a burbling brook. A cool breeze washed over the land and whipped through newly wrought trees. Life returned as birds sang and frogs croaked. Her black tattered dress disappeared to be replaced by a spectacular gown of cerulean blue. It flowed around her like water, brighter than the sky. Her hair flew behind her head in a wave of ribbon-like tendrils. Her skirts followed suit in yards of fabric, their silky texture caressing the wind.
When Vegeta withdrew from their kiss of forever, he beheld Heaven itself. Looking down upon the angel in his arms, he was almost ashamed to touch her, lest he corrupt her magnificence. She smiled, cherry lips lifting to reveal teeth white as the clouds. Color had returned to her face and her cheeks were rosy again.
More importantly, her eyes were filled with something they had been lacking. They were smiling with her mouth. No longer were those blue eyes dead. They were alive as ever.
Bulma looked up and saw him gazing upon her in a trance. Glancing around quickly, she saw their new scenario. Her dress was just as she had wanted it, she was glad her mind worked so well with her desires.
He was so gorgeous. To think he didn't know. Touching him seemed like an abomination. No one deserved to touch something so perfect. But he was holding her and she would never let go. His eyes regarded her with a softness that hadn't entered them in so long. Bulma wanted to cry but her tears had gone dry long ago. She had made her mind take them away. Those black pupils of his were back with their old familiarity. Her elation knew no bounds.
"So..." She said, not knowing what to say but wanting to say something. This moment was all that she wanted, but what did he want?
"So what woman?" She lifted an eyebrow at his remark.
"So, what now?" Vegeta smirked. It was his old smirk and he wore it beautifully. Bulma giggled when she saw it again.
"Now, I get out of your mind..." He looked around and sighed. "Eventually, that is. Not yet." Bulma looked down in worry.
"And when you do?" Her voice was soft. She would not tempt this happiness.
"When I do, there's something you and I need to do." She looked up in uncertainty.
"And just what is that?" Vegeta looked down upon her in bafflement.
"Woman! Of all things. After all, you always were the one to demand it and now..."
"OH!" Bulma exclaimed laughing lightly. She paused a moment and created a serious countenance. "It's been so long. I..." She sighed after a moment. "When you leave my mind, Vegeta..." She moved up to his ear. Whispering softly, for him alone to hear she uttered, "I want you to make love to me."
It's said that men can become induced with a woman. So totally intrigued that all reason fails them other then the primary motive. At the sound of her words, so softly offered, Vegeta found himself loosing control of the very small amount of willpower he had left.
Looking up at her seriously, the intensity of passion flaming within his eyes, he asked her one simple question.
"How the hell do I get out of here?"
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Author's Note: Okie dokie, so guess what!? Looks like I'll be writing a lemon in the possible future. God knows how that will turn out but after much speculation and consideration I decided that this was the course that needed to be taken. Because of this, Chimera's rating will be changed from R to NC-17. To those of you who disapprove of lemons, there will be a warning before the chapter that contains such material.
I'm only hoping that I haven't put Bulma and Vegeta back together too fast. I realize that after such a long and timely dislocation, as well as a continuance of rejection, their sudden revocation of ardor might seem a bit rash. However, I couldn't stand the separation any longer, so the plot line shall progress.
Special Note: This is a plug in for Hidden_Angel. If it annoys you please don't read. WHERE IS MY POL???? HELLLLOOOOOO!!! I need more. Don't you see my hands? They're shaking from withdrawal. How can I type like that? Heheh... riiighhhttt!!!
Notice to EVERYONE: I will be leaving for the beach on Saturday and shall not be returning till the following Saturday. Before then I hope to have out some more chapters!!
Till then, much luv to everyone! Especially those who like Vegeta. That is all.
~JZero