My Immortal
By: Cabalistic
Disclaimer: (cough cough) blah, I'm really sick. (grabs a tissue and snorts into it) gross... (throws it away)
I got out of school today! And lucky me! (hack hack) Or maybe not...
Disclaimer: AH HEM!
Phooie. I was hoping you'd forget.
No I don't own dbz, but I got a cool figure of Goku! (probably the only thing I didn't cough on) (waves it in the air) It's MINE! HA HA HA HA HA...cough cough cough...
Chapter 10
Vegeta sweated and groaned for the next few minutes while Bulma squeezed his hand. She left once to get some water to cool him down but he begged her not to go again.
This is killing his pride. She thought, stroking his black hair softly. His hand caught her wrist and he hissed, "Don't touch the hair."
Earlier she would have laughed and tried to do it anyway but she obeyed quietly.
He laid down on the ground with his head on her backpack and occasionally dug his nails into the ground, wincing. "I survived this once," He said in a low voice, "I can do it again."
"Shut up," she said angrily, "you will survive nothing if you keep talking."
Vegeta smirked and said in a hiss, "What? Will you miss me, princess?"
"Trunks deserved to see his father just once," She said, evading his question. Vegeta laughed quietly then in a jolt of pain, he scrunched his face up.
She squeezed his hand tightly and he relaxed slowly.
Vegeta looked at her and asked, "If you truly hate me then why do you keep holding my hand?"
Bulma looked away from his face and said in quiet voice, "So the pain won't come as painful." She stroked his bare arm and said, "I never saw anything like this."
He grunted and said, "Orga and Vegetasei made it illegal but we're not in either lands right now." He stared at the sky and said in a hoarse voice, "There is no antidote. So only the strongest of fighters are able to wield it off."
"Then why can't you?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta drew a breath in laboriously and said, "They made the poison stronger."
It was quiet for a minute and Bulma brushed some of his hair out of his face. He didn't complain that time.(A/N Awww...)
Vegeta looked up at her then finally said, "My dying breath will be drawn in a few minutes. I'm going to die within about five." He sucked in a breath.
He looked up at her for a long time, not saying a word.
The breeze blew slightly and the sun was already disappearing, leaving a trail of stars. The clearing in the forest Vegeta had chosen was clear from the trees that surrounded them, whistling quietly in the wind.
Vegeta finally said, "You were always a beautiful one. I thought that since I saw you last." He reached up and, with the back of his hand, stroked her face. He said quietly, "The sky brings out your eyes."
Bulma smiled but already a tear streaked down from her sapphire eyes. "I was always drawn to you, Vegeta." Her lips moved but she could barely hear herself talking. "You were always there for me."
Vegeta held her hand and said in his softest voice, "Will you miss me, Bulma?"
Bulma bit her lower lip then nodded slowly, "I'll never love another one like you." Two more tears came from the corner of her eyes and she choked, "and if I do then may fate strike me dead."
"The real Vegeta may have disappeared from reality but I can still feel him inside of me," Vegeta said in his low voice. "I could be him one more time for you."
Her eyes sparkled with tears and she said, "How, Vegeta?"
He lifted his head up and said, "Kiss me, Bulma."
Many tears were streaking down Bulma's face already and she couldn't say anything. Vegeta was already sitting up in front of her, his breath on her face and both handscradling her cheeks. "Please, Bulma," He whispered. "For the old Vegeta. For me."
She opened her mouth and found it filled with something sweet. Bittersweet. Sweet for kissing her lover, bitter for being their last.
Then something poured from her mouth and into his, a special power that neither could detect in their sorrow. It glowed a powerful light blue into Vegeta.
His eyes snapped open and he dug in hungrily for the power, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
Bulma felt limp and lightheaded as his arms circled around her thin waist.
It seemed like a lifetime until Vegeta broke away, coughing. "Mourn for me, princess," He said in a cracked whisper, "Mourn for me when I am gone."
Bulma's face was covered in a veil of tears, "I will mourn for you forever."
He cradled her cheek and said sadly, "I love you, Bulma."
Then he fell away, slowly and barely moving, landing on the ground softly like being underwater. A wail grew in Bulma's throat then settled there, frozen in time. Frozen in her mouth. Frozen in disbelief.
Bulma felt numb. Then it reeked in the air. The stank of death. It surrounded his body like a hideous aura. His soul was traveling down to the underworld.
She covered her hands over her face and cried over his body.
Vegeta was gone. Gone. Gone.
A/N: OH THE AGONY! (snorts into a tissue) GROSS! (throws it into the huge pile of tissues behind her)
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