The long goodbye

Vegeta trained all day long, he didn´t even appeared to eat. Bulma felt on the verge of tears but kept reminding herself that she knew it; it was not a true surprise to see his behaviour. He was an arrogant, selfish bastard. Still, it hurt like hell. She felt for him, more than she had ever wanted to. With a last look at the GR she went back to her bed. It had been a long and horrible day. She tried to sleep but it was impossible. She missed his hand on her body and the husky voice he used when they were together, how his breath caressed her lips before a kiss. It was just too good to be over so soon. Nevertheless, she refused to cry, not for him. She was not that kind of girl.

Vegeta punched and kicked as hard as he could but his training lacked his usual concentration and it was driving him nuts. His mind kept wandering to that woman and her scented skin. It was unfair that she had to smell so nicely, it made it all much more difficult. It was irritating!

-"Damn, I can´t continue like this, this is pointless. I need to focus or I´ll never make it. I have always wanted to become a super saiyan, ever since my father told me that I could do it, that it was in my blood. And now a low-class soldier and a purple-haired punk have surpassed me. How can that be possible? I can see why Kakarot has achieved it, he has been training in special gravity, he fought Freeza, but the punk? He is not even a saiyan, that hair…no, it´s impossible. I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I should be the only super saiyan, the most powerful warrior of the entire universe, but instead of that I am fool, a lovesick teenager that can keep his manhood in his pants….kami, I can´t stop now. I have to make it, I have to achieve my goal or all these years under Freeza would have been in vain, all that suffering would be entirely meaningless."

Vegeta ran a hand over his newest scar and sighed. He could denied it as much as he wanted but he was feeling something, he felt something when he was touching her and now his body was craving her touch more than food. He turned off the machine, his mind already settled on a course of action; he was ready, he knew what he had to do. But before that, he needed to see her one last time.

Bulma needed fresh air, he opened her door but she wasn´t in her bed, for a second he thought that maybe she had actually been kidnapped, it made him smile but then he saw her standing in the balcony, her hands on the rail. The wind was playing with her now short hair and with the hem of her gown. He walked towards her and placed himself at her back. He couldn´t think of what to say so he remained silent. He simply touched the back of her neck with his lips and started to undress while she waited. Goosebumps all over her.

She looked so delicate but he knew better, she was as strong as a human could be. This woman was a genius, funny and brave, with a witty tongue and a sharp mind, a tender and loving person when needed and an amazing lover. She was the best a man could get; he felt a great pride because she has chosen him. He had never felt his body so alive until he had met this impossible woman.

Bulma felt his hands as he undressed her, in silence. He was confused, more than the other nights, he was both tender and aggressive, in a way that started to scare her, but not enough to leave. She suddenly knew, somehow, she understood what he was doing. He was saying goodbye.

It was a painful situation but she now was getting to know him, He was a warrior, normal life was not for him, she loved him for that. He had decided to continue his training somewhere else, but before leaving he had come to her, to be with her, to leave with a last memory of her.

When Bulma fell asleep, exhausted on the floor of the balcony, he picked her up as gently as he could. He had never been careful picking up something and he needed some practice to learn how to do these things. He placed her on the bed and covered her naked body with a blanket. He turned around quickly before he could feel anything more. The spaceship left minutes later, not giving her the chance to open her eyes and say something like goodbye or good luck to the saiyan prince.

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So our dear veggie has finally has gone to outer space to train...Bulma is left alone (or not so alone) waiting for her prince to return...but she is a strong woman and will cope with it as she always does.