Stolen Hearts Chapter Sixteen
And so the affair began.
There was a feeling of bliss, the feeling of happiness, the feeling of a longing being fulfilled. All of this was wonderfully refreshing and new to them, and they gave little thought to the inevitable ephemeral nature of it. They were children at last, and they drank greedily from the honey they had always been denied, as if somewhere they knew they had to get as much of it as possible before they were found out, before fate caught up with them.
Until that time they remained the odd couple they were, and Bulma's days were spent contriving ways to be with Vegeta. The darkness must go down the river of night, and the sun will come streaming in, it seemed there was a light in the darkness of everybody's life, even hers. How surprised she was to be thrilled by the intensity of it, what an adventure this part of her life had become, and how much she looked forward to it, because she had not known that such pleasure could exist and, what was more, be avadible to her.
She had to be careful when she thought of him, for just that, a thought, would make her forget what she was doing. She just wanted to be around him all the time. She couldn't stop thinking about him when they are apart and had never felt anything so passionate. Small things he did could make her so deliriously happy. Just thinking of his hands and lips made her feel as if she were made up of an extravagant piece of silk. No man had ever done that for her, not even close. The color of the world was changing day by day. The world was about to dawn and the night would end at last.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Bulma began to look forward. It wasn't that she thought that each day would be filled with unlimited happiness and sunshine; she just had this wonderful feeling inside of her that wouldn't let her linger on much else. He filled her days with endless wonder. If someone had asked her she would have had to say, yes, life isn't so bad after all. Her heart was full of light, her heart was full of him, no fear, no regret. When she lost her way she closed her eyes and he had found her. In the darkness, the trees were full of starlight, and all she saw was him and her for ever and forever.
They lay languorously one day in the flowers, no longer detesting their beauty, and they kissed, hot tongues darting out to tangle almost playfully. She was always in a suspended state of being lost in is mouth or his eyes. There was magic in his ebony depths indeed. They could twinkle and make pains flee, the cold disappear, and sadness pop like bubbles.
"Bulma."
'It is like a song when he says my name,' she thought blissfully, 'It sounds more like poetry.'
"Bulma?"
There were times when everything was so beautiful, rose tinted her world and kept her safe from the trouble and pain. She was released; the bad times were behind her giving rise to her confidence. Reality was her in his arms because she would make it so, there would be no games. His lust was so sincere.
"Bulma! Are you having a seizure or something?"
"No, what?"
"Were you cursing me?"
"Don't be foolish, I would never."
"I beg to differ. I do believe there is a villain inside you waiting to be released. Have you ever been part of an old fashioned hold up?" Vegeta asked and his question was answered in her confused face, "I thought not, come, you shall see what great fun it is."
"You are mad!" Bulma cried in a merry tone as she was pulled to her feet.
"Ah indeed I am Princess, indeed I am."
And it was fun. More fun then Bulma could have possible imagined, and it was empowering in an addictive fashion. All her life pain had landed upon her, but she had never thought to try and cause pain to someone else. It was wonderful to fracture their perfect lives and see them cower in fear. They had probably never seen a day of rain in their entire lives and for that they must pay. So far as they were concerned, as yet, there was not such thing as a single particle of sorrow on the happy, sweet surface of the dew glittering world, and Bulma took delight in changing that for them.
She glanced over to meet Vegeta's approving eyes. He was glowing as she was. He was magnificent. His face had an older look, but it was his harsh life rather then the actual passing of years that had given him that. Bulma thought every line of pain and every scar made him all the more beautiful.
Their meddling filled them with childish glee, the terror on the rich traveler's faces extremely humorous. It was only humorous because they were together and felt the same, and they laughed uninhibited, and their peals of laughter would fly up into the air wrapped around each other like toffee twists. There was no sensation like the delight and freedom of laughter.
They almost felt embarrassed to laugh so heartily and with such abandon, as if they were doing something forbidden, but neither stopped. They were finally capable of laughter and once they started, it was very difficult to stop even if they wanted to. Laughing is not something you can force yourself to do, not a real laugh. A real laugh comes out in boisterous chortles, un-planned and uncontrolled. You can't shape your laugh and make it a certain way; it is simply your own sound of happiness that doesn't require a mold.
Vegeta didn't know why he was doing this, but he was far beyond caring, he had given up a rational though long ago and it all was the inertia of their movements now. She filled his soul, and it would be near impossible to disentangle her now. He could see her with both eyes closed in the dark; he could almost feel what she felt.
That was all that mattered. The here. The now. She was his, and he had no intention of giving her up thus letting his new found peacefulness slip away. She was heavenly, and he couldn't quell his indescribable need to be with her always, to see the smile that he knew was just for him. It set his heart aglow, as weak as that sounded. He knew that it was weak, but god help him he needed this. He needed her touch. She would touch him so gently, her fingers feeling like a warm caressing breeze, and she would smile, full of light, warm and mesmerizing.
They had a month of joy, of strange heaven. For twenty years they had been guilty, and this was the first time that felt like happiness. Looking back on it when they were old, they did not remember that it had ever rained or frozen then. The world was colored like the edge of a rose petal for them.
But idealness brings nothing but doubt.
There were times when they were in a terror. Vegeta did not feel remorse on his account but he caught it from his lover. In some corner of her heart, Bulma knew this was wrong and impossible. She was holding back, afraid to plunge headfirst into calamity.
"I dare not think, do not think, kiss me Vegeta."
"Why think?"
"I cannot help thinking!"
"Dear Bulma, I have never been so happy in my life. And I dare say I shall never be so happy again. If you would come away with me it would be finished, once and for all. We could live together until we are old, and be happy, and not have to go on deceiving every day, and we should die in peace."
"Let go of me and be sensible. There, sit down and lets have another song."
"I don't want to sing."
"And I don't want to have to think of all this. Why can't we leave everything alone, and let the famous Gods look after it? It is no good trying to think, or do anything because it is right or wrong. I don't know what is right or wrong. But can't we trust ourselves, and do what does itself, and hope for the best?"
"Don't be angry," he said stopping her from moving away by jumping up and holding her tightly, like someone restraining a wild animal from running away.
"You are a beast."
"No I am not a beast, nor are you. Bulma, I shall go on holding you until you stop being cross. I said it because I was miserable."
Her muffled and restrained voice remarked plaintively: "You said you were happy just now."
"Well, I am not happy. I am very unhappy and miserable about the world."
"Do you suppose you're the only one?"
"No I don't. I just don't know what to do."
"Then don't do anything, my love. Come here and give me a kiss, and the Gods will look after us both. I shall not stop being cross until you stop being unhappy."
"I am not unhappy."
"I am not cross."
"You have such sudden faith."
"It is because of you."
Then there were different times when their two passions equally intense would entangle and they would quarrel, mostly about nothing. They were the quarrels of lovers and after appeared sweet.
"Your toes are like the little pigs who went to market." Vegeta said.
"I wish you would not say things like that. It is not respectful."
"Respectful!"
"Yes respectful, why shouldn't you be respectful I am a Princess after all."
"Do you seriously mean to tell me I am to treat you with respect? I suppose I am to bend on one knee all the time and kiss your hand?"
"Why not?"
"I wish you wouldn't be so selfish. If there is one thing I can't stand it is being treated like a possession."
"Selfish indeed!"
And Bulma would stamp her foot, and Vegeta would scowl until they could no longer bear not to forgive each other and return to the more pleasant passions of their relationship.
Things soon began to escalate, and they became more and more daring in their philandering, and before long Vegeta risked to venture to her room in the Fey castle.
Bulma's first reaction was anger but then she saw how wonderfully defiant it would be, right under their noses. She had never had a man in her own chambers before; it was like a devil in a church, how funny he should be the first. She was so unaccustomed to this cosseting, but one does not complain, even if his life may be in danger. She did not think of that at first she was only angry because he was unexpected, her window was not one close to the ground, and she thought herself in disarray.
"I just had to see you, they pose no threat to me, and they cannot keep me from you if I wish to be so. And Dear Princess, you cannot be surprised in disarray, beauty breaks in everywhere."
That was all it took for any previous convictions she might have had to slip away into obscurity, and she melted like a puddle at his feet, not respectful for a Princess in the least. He wouldn't even have had to say anything out loud to put her in such a state; just a look with those eyes could render her powerless to object. She would do anything in those moments of capture, and it frightened her naught, for every day she was falling deeper and she began to trust a little more every day.
They only wanted to be, to exist as one, just lay entwined there undiscovered and safe from the harshness of the world, and the scornful eyes that would be turned to them if they were found out. They would lie there and speak of anything, from war to wind, from pain to poppies, the joy of being free. Nothing they said to each other was made to leave a lasting impression, but they were things they only talked about with each other.
Bulma never wanted to talk to anybody else after having met him and Vegeta never had talked to anyone else before meeting her. They didn't have to worry in the slightest what to say, whether it was proper or not, they knew it didn't matter to the other, it was just nice to be able to use their voice and to have someone to listen. Having someone to share life with, along with all its tribulations.
Yet they were still not completely open for there was one topic they never dared mention. It was their pasts that haunted them. They still feared to think of what life was like before they met, and didn't have enough trust to show the dirty side of their faces.
When Bulma had inquired about Vegeta's family, he said simply that he did not have one, which was the simple answer. The truth was far more complicated. And dangerous. What would she think if she knew he was a member of the most powerful family of Elves rallying to fight her people? He refused to think of it. They really were no family to him anyway.
Vegeta began to run his fingers through her hair that she wore down around her, "It is like...I don't know what. Not like silk. It is more like pouring water, only there is something cloudy about it too. The clouds are made of water, aren't they? It is a pale mist, or a winter sea, or a waterfall, or a hayrick in the frost. It is deep and soft and full of scent."
"It is a nuisance."
"It is the sea. I was born near the sea."
"And now you are back."
They began a deep embrace, with lips struggling against each other, but the two we unable to finish because a knock at the door demanded their attention.
"Oh no! It is the maid with breakfast, I have lost time completely. Hurry, hurry, you must away, go quickly, be safe, we shall meet again on the morrow, now go!" she said in a rushed whisper, pushing a reluctant Vegeta towards the window, giving him no room for objection or complaint.
She sighed as she watched him disappear into the early dawn. Bulma cherished these moments of blissful tranquility; her mind remained fresh and free for hours afterwards. But as she watched him leave, uncertainty seeped into her heart again.
She knew she very nearly loved him, this man that no one else could. She had to keep herself together, hope still kept her safe from the pain. They were strange wild eyed associates with warring hearts spinning out in the madness, but they had to hope. All they could do was hope they won't take this ship down.
It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me.
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives
We can never change
Just tell me that you understand and you feel the same
This perfect romance that I've created in my mind
I'd live a thousand lives
Each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll never have the chance
Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can't move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart
Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain
And I don't think that I could face it all again
I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about
A deeper love I've found in you
And I no longer doubt
You've touched my heart and it altered every part of me
And now I feel that I don't have to be afraid
I locked away my heart
But you just set it free
Emotions I felt
Held me back from what my life should be
I pushed you far away
And yet you stayed with me
I guess this means
That you and me were meant to be
AN:..the song it by Jennifer Lopez, ain't it funny? Thanks for reading!