A/N: We get a little deep here, deeper than we have gone before. And no that's not a sexual innuendo LOL
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Chapter 28
Was she confident in her abilities?
Sure, to a point.
But.
Seeing him, the one true love of her life. Her fierce protector, her sincere teammate, her accomplished best friend, her bodacious lover, her every-fucking-thing, seeing him pack to leave was agonising. Has she run enough tests? Had she put in enough hours? Had she, Bulma Briefs, worked hard enough to keep him safe?
Seeing Vegeta decide what he couldn't live without, what he wanted with him as he ventured into the cold empty vacuum of space. It brought on a veil of anxiety she had not experienced before. Her heart compacted into a tiny point inside her chest, just like a black hole. Watching as he steadily and methodically packed his life, her life, their life into a tiny case, hit her in the most excruciating way.
But she couldn't tear her eyes away from the organised ritual. She had seen it many times before as he readily himself for 6 weeks of work. But this time was different. It dragged the pit on her stomach up into her diaphragm and into her throat, creating a huge lump. One that wouldn't move, no matter how much she swallowed. Or willed it away.
"Bulma?"
Her eyes shot up from the activity of his case, falling hard into his gaze. He had his serious face on. God, she wasn't ready for this. She didn't want to hear it. But, she had to. He needed to say it, and she would do anything for him. Anything. Even if it meant hearing things from him that she never wanted to think about.
He was bent over his case, facing her only metres away. But he couldn't have felt any further away.
"Yes my love?"
"If something happens…" He said, stopping cold on the words they both couldn't say.
Fuck, don't say it, don't will it into existance. Please. She couldn't endure it.
His eyebrows furrowed. Resolution engulfing his handsome features. "If something happens to me. Will you look after Tarble? He needs support to become a man my parents would be proud of"
There was that fucking lump again. "Of… Of course," she said, pushing past her physical anxiety.
"I completed my will last week"
"Your will?" She squeaked.
"Yes, there are some things I have, from my parents. Family heirlooms, please make sure Tarble gets them." He said. "Make sure he is set up with all of my belongings."
"I will" Her voice broke and a small sob escaped against her will.
She was trying. God was she trying.
"Bulma, please" He dipped his head for a moment. "I need to say these things, I need them out of my head. Or I could never forgive myself"
You stupid bitch, get it together. Stop making this about you. "I'm sorry." She said. Confidence slowly started to refill her vocal cords. He wanted her support, never asking much of her until this moment.
She needed to be the rock right now, because he was scared.
"It's ok. I just need to get this out before tomorrow"
"I understand"
"Tarble never knew the extent of what happened to us" Vegeta started. "There are parts of our history I haven't told him. I wanted to show him myself, when he was ready. But I might not get the chance"
His arms dove behind the large bag, slowly pulling a small box from the other side of his case. It was worn, like it had been handled too many times. His fingers caressed the tattered edges.
"I wanted to show him the amazing parents we had, how they sacrificed for us"
Before another moment passed, her body had left his bed. Her arms around him. "You're a good big brother. But you don't have to shoulder this pain alone." She said, squeezing tight.
His large arms, usually so strong. Ones she had taken comfort in so many times, trembled as they wrapped around her tiny frame, encompassing her entire back, like they always had. But this time they were searching for solace.
"It was my job to shoulder it. My father asked me to protect him. And that's what I did" His voice had diminished in volume. Her shirt had become damp where his face was pressed. "They told me to live. That was the last thing they ever said to me. It's all I've been doing since I got my voice back. Do you think they'll be proud of me?" He asked, sobbing and clamping her against him.
"Vegeta, I think they would be beyond proud." She moved her lips to his ears, easing her voice into a more mellow tone. "You have done so much. You are a fucking amazing man. You are going to be one of the first people to land on an asteroid, mine it for resources. You will be a part of our planet's history."
"I don't care about any of that. I just don't want their deaths to be in vain" He cried.
"Their deaths weren't! You and Tarble are the amazing gifts they gave us. They sacrificed themselves for you. So you could be happy. They wouldn't want you to be so upset by their decision to save you both"
"I… I'm not upset by their decision. I would have done the same in their shoes" His voice was calmer than it had been. "It's just the weight of tomorrow has me second guessing my life, did I do enough. I might die without making them proud. Have I lived enough?"
Her hand reached for his face and cupped his hot wet skin. "Oh, Vegeta…"
"That night took everything from me Bulma," He pulled away, his eyes red and glazed by tears. "All this shit…" He yelled, motioning around his room. "Accumulating all this stuff. It's all because they were taken from me. No matter where I go, what I do, what I accomplish or how successful I am. Nothing replaces them, no matter what I fucking do. They're gone and I can't get them back"
"You don't have to replace them, you just have to live. Just like they told you to"
For a moment his saddened gaze studied her face, it didn't last long however. His face plunged toward hers, joining their lips into a fervent embrace. Tongues searching, licking and pushing each other as their tempo increased with each movement. Her soft grip on his cheeks dropped to his neck, while Vegeta's large hands gripped and pulled her face into him. Desperate kissing made them both moan into each other's mouth.
It didn't fail to occur to her, that this may be one of the last times she was ever going to be in his arms. Fevered lips pressing into each other, rising a lust inside her only he could forge.
No. He would return to her. She had made sure of it.
"Promise me you will come back to me" She urged through their kiss.
He moaned, kissing her a few more times. "I promise"
"I'll keep you safe"
"Will you?"
"Obi"
Begrudgingly he pulled his lips from hers. "Your A.I?"
"She is amazing Vegeta, you'll meet her tomorrow"
"A she?"
"Yes, the A.I is a woman. You'll need a good woman on your side, if I can't be there."
He smirked at her, running his thumb over her cheek. "Do you think out there, somewhere, there is a different version of us? Living a completely different life?"
The delicate stroke of his thumb made her shiver. "Out there? In space?"
"The universe, or some other dimension?"
A smile formed slowly. "Maybe, do you think we found each other in that life too?"
"Yes. I would find you, every time"
Kissing this time felt even more heightened. The longing still present, but the absolute heartbreak and mournfulness of the situation had subsided substantially. The light touch of his lips and the soft pressure from his tongue made her arms grip harder around him. Like she never wanted to let go of him.
She wanted to be with him always.
"Oh!" Her body jumped up at the thought that burst into her mind. "I got you something for you to take with you"
Peripherals caught Vegeta falling backwards onto his hands, his body clearly relaxing after the emotional turmoil. Her fingers searched her purse, pulling out it's contents.
"Your bag is disgusting, why do you need all that garbage in there?"
"Oh shut up! You wouldn't understand" Her skin landed on the cool metal of the capsule. "Found it!"
Turning in one fluid motion, she threw the small compact technology at her boyfriend. One-handed, he caught the flying object. So smooth and effortless, she giggled to herself. "Open it when you get homesick the first time"
Twirling the capsule in his fingers, his eyes considered it. She watched his mind run through what could possibly be in there. It seemed though, he decided to wait like she requested him to. "Ok"
"If you don't come back to me, I will come find you and drag you home myself. Do you understand me?"
Defying logic, his smirk became wider and more sinister. Detonating that desire inside her that had started only minutes ago. "Is that a threat?"
"It sure fucking is" She said, stomping toward him and bouncing down onto his lap. Immediately his hands were roaming her, feeling her, memorising each and every part of her. Inch by inch. "Now fuck me like it's the last time you ever will, and that's an order!"
The whirling sensation inside his skull was not a feeling he had ever experienced before. Senses on high alert, panic bubbling just beneath the surface. Sitting with his hands in his lap was all he could do to stop himself hurling.
Going through with this once in a lifetime adventure was taking a heavy toll on his body. He assumed he would be nervous before stepping into the rocket, but nothing, not even his teammates' knowledgeable words could comfort him now.
He was going to be blasted from the only home he had ever known. Into the black, vastness of space. On a venture to mine an asteroid for resources.
Bulma told him this mission would bring about new technology for the citizens of earth to prosper with. Space travel had that effect. This was an important mission.
Lights and vibrations interrupted his thoughts. Dropping his gaze to the bench that he sat on, a message bubble had appeared on his locked screen.
Taking the phone to space purely for the photos, videos and messages on the small device from his girlfriend. He had yet to pack it away and safe into his belongings.
He hoped it would make it through the trip, or he was coming home with the biggest blue balls in the universe. The thoughts of her eased the burning, impending doom inside his chest.
B: Send me a nude, then one of you in your uniform? =p
V: Demanding little thing aren't you?B: Just do as you're told! Besides, I know you are taking that phone to use as an extension to your spank bank. Do you want some new material or not?Caught out. He quickly typed back a reply.
V: Where are you?
B: In my officeV: Oh your office?
B: Yes, my office...
A photo was being downloaded by his phone, he held his breath in anticipation. A body shot of his fit, voluptuous, seductive girlfriend appeared. She had herself spread across her desk, just how he liked her. Skirt hiked up over her hips, those lacey, delicate thigh high stay-up stockings he liked were wrapped around her thighs. And no panties, just a small tuff of blue hair above her manicured wet slit.
She knew, she knew he would be feeling this way and she came through with the goods. Their relationship was fucking amazing.
V: Fuck Bulma, you are an increible, fucking dirty slut. Goddamn! Shouldn't you be in the control room?
B: I had to come and 'get something' I wanted to pay homage to our hot office romp! Fuck I was so wet that day.
V: Ah, Fuuck! Now I'm rock hard -_- You know how much I want to fuck you, like every second of every day right?
B: Mmmm =p ;) I do. I love it, I love making you hard. Also I wanted to remind you how fucking wild you make me, watching you in your element. And in that uniform.
V: You are so fucking sexy. Why am I leaving you?! This is definitely going into my collection..
B: And mine? Where's my hot uniform pic and hard dick material to play with myself to? I haven't got long before the send a search party
He chuckled. Anxiety melting away like an ice cream on a scorching summer's day.
Movement beside him snapped him from the sexual alluring messages. "What's so funny, big guy?" Elijah asked.
Locking the screen with the press of a button, he turned his head to his colleague. "Nothing, just some dumb video"
Elijah, the blonde muscular, burly mid 40's pilot, was his closest comrade among the astronauts. Having a lot in common meant he found a base level to build a friendship from. They both served time in the military and came from a rough childhood. Elijah had been to space however, he was as comfortable in the weightless nothing as he was on their giant rock.
"Coming for a spa? You'll need it before the stress of launch."
Like a kick to the guts, the pang of extinction was back. Palmy hands came from nowhere. He glanced down at the now blacked out phone in his hand. He needed her, he needed this first.
"I'll be in a minute."
A small laugh escaped the older mans lips as he winked."Ahh, launch poo, say no more"
At first the statement sent a wave of perplexity through him, he completely expected his comrade to understand his need to punch a load out to calm down. But a poo?
It was only until he actually felt the clutching pain inside his guts and lower body, did the statement start to ring true. "Launch poo, right, yeah."
"See you in there, Your Highness!" A hearty laugh lingered long after Elijah had walked away.
Taking his chance, Vegeta slipped into the bathroom, alone.
Waiting as she walked the long corridor, then out to the opened metal pathway, he pushed his head backwards, eyes darting upward.
Fluffy and round like cotton candy, the massive group of cumulus clouds had gathered like a thick blanket around the site. Not good.
"Vegeta!" The harmonious sounds of her voice hit him and made his head return form the clouds.
He flashed her that smirk she enjoyed so much.
"So…?" She said, her body stopping three steps before him. Her arms were cloaked behind her, as if she didn't know what to do with them. Or she couldn't stop them shaking, much like his own. Curiously she scouted the area with her eyes, making him follow suit. What was she looking for?
"So"
"I just wanted to tell you" She started, her eyes dropping for a moment of clarity and returning with tears burning inside them. It was her time to silence the intruding thoughts with her everlasting feelings for him. Time for her to get it all off her chest. She really did leave it until the last second.
"I'm proud of you, and I admire you so fucking much." She said, voice cracking under the emotional strain.
Taking a deep breath, in then out, her self soothing technique was evident and effective. "You make me a better person, you drive me to be more like you every day. And I want to thank you for everything you've done for me, for making me feel safe. I could never, ever repay you Vegeta"
He couldn't even muse over a reply before she had taken three massive steps, falling into his chest. His arms naturally pulled her in. Her lips right beside his ears.
"And I wanted to tell you, ask Obi about her duty to you. The duty I assigned her" Tickling his skin, her words hardly detectable and cryptic.
Something inside him told him to just kiss her. Obi would explain the rest once he was alone and onboard. Instinct kicked in, lips pressed hard into hers for the last time. Her tongue eagerly sent him off into the unknown.
"Ok, I will," He said, pulling himself from her. "I love you"
"I love you too," She said. "And take these, they will be ok to wear during the launch"
She handed him a set of black cordless earbuds. Custom made, as were most of her gifts to him. Something was only meant for his ears, and Obi was the messenger.
Well, Message received loud and clear. His eyes jumped from the small tech back to her glistening blue eyes. Hear cracking into pieces, he simply nodded.
"Come back to me"
"I promise"
