Summary: Statistics have proven that every DBZ fan fiction
writer feels obligated to write a Vegita/Bulma fic, and whether they want to or
not will eventually give into the silent temptation. If all is well, then mine will be a little bit different, a little
bit funny, a little bit dramatic, a little bit cute, a little bit angsty, and a
little bit sexy too. =^_^=
AN: This should be read as a series of glimpses or moments
into Vegita and Bulma's romance. This
*is* a stand-alone fic. I wrote it in a
series of totally unrelated events, just "moments". No one particularly relates to another, but they are in a
semi-chronological order. I wrote many
of the scenes the way I did because I felt that both Vegita and Bulma's
character are strong, competitive people, and thus like in anything else they
do, romance would always be a semi-competition as well. I'd love any response you could give me.
Moments In A Love Story
at the mirror. In the reflection,
behind the desk and the computer, standing in the doorway like he was prince of
*this* planet, not a dead one, smiled her nemesis. Vegita's eyes locked on to hers through the mirror, and he sneered
that terrible, unnerving smirk. Bulma's
eyebrows rose and once again that low throaty snarl escaped her lower lip. He would _not_ win.
going to be her victory. No matter that
he always won. No matter that he had
already proven several times over that he had the upper hand. Today, she would have the last word. Today, no monkey-faced Saiyan would get the
best of her. She had her species' pride
to hold up, her woman's pride to hold up, and her
always-been-the-best-at-everything pride to hold up. This would be the last time she lost an argument to a short,
obnoxious, overbearing alien with hair like a troll doll. She would have her revenge.
quite finished staring holes into that looking-glass," said obnoxious
overbearing alien drawled, "The gravity room requires your attention. It seems to have broken again."
on the back of the vanity chair she was leaning forward on tightened, and she
snapped, "Maybe if you stopped trying to destroy it from the inside out, I wouldn't
have to fix it so often."
eyebrows rose, and he once again adopted a feral, disdainful expression. "Maybe if you fixed it right the first time
it would stop falling apart like those useless fossil-fuel automobiles you
humans are so fond of."
it. She could not take this any
more. Bulma spun around at him, her
voice near to shrieking. "GET. OUT. OF.
With a short,
wicked laugh Vegita floated straight backward, letting the door slam where he
had just stood less than a millisecond before.
His eyes settled on the poly-carbon shield between him and her and he
couldn't help the grin that was etched on his face. When he wasn't training, provoking the Bulma had become his
recent most favorite pastime. Until
recently he'd done his best to ignore her and her family's existence at all,
but even Saiyan princes get bored. And
what better way to keep himself mildly entertained than to torment the
surrounding lesser creatures?
It was a
nice, "pleasant" morning. Outside,
birds chirped, gentle breezes tickled the tree leaves, and cute little furry
animals went about their business of frolicking in the sunshine and avoiding
the bigger, less cute and more teethy animals.
Vegita though, neither noticed nor would have cared if he did. Vegita munched his cold chicken wing and
took on his second favorite expression—boredom. His favorite expression was actually insane anger, but he wasn't
that irritated right then, just intensely uninterested. Well… maybe not as uninterested as he
"SO let me
see if I understand this, woman," he said, chewing on the dark meat off the leftover
cold chicken, "You're upset because you and that weaseley little pipsqueak are
no longer involved?"
Came the pathetic moan from the woman across the kitchen table, her hand over
her face and an untouched food plate in front of her.
broke up with him," he pressed.
Bulma whined, her shoulders drooping.
a weakling like you can't make up your mind so you plan to sit there feeling
sorry for yourself all day. One more
example of why I'm glad I wasn't raised on this pathetic rock. No decision making
capabilities whatsoever." Vegita took another bite. "And really," he added, "I know
weaklings like you cry easily, but it's not like breaking up with that moron is
something a person should be even the tiniest bit upset about."
her head down on the table, hiding her face in her arms and looking like a
completely miserable wretch. She would
have made an effort to cover her ears, but she suspected the dumb prince would
only talk louder.
"Kami Vegita, do you have to go on and on
about it like that? I'm unhappy enough
as it is."
chewing for a moment, seemed to ponder the question, then said almost perkily, "Yes,
hate it, ergo, I'm going to enjoy every minute of saying it."
again, and slowly brought her hands up to cover her ears.
do you any good you know," he smirked.
die and let me wallow in my self pity, please."
"I do not see
and blearily opened her eyes a little wider.
She eyeballed her watch irritatedly.
It was WAY too late. How long
was he going to keep her up answering his stupid questions? "Look Vegita, when humans marry, they plan
to spend the rest of their lives together.
The vow says 'Till death do us part.'"
as tired as Bulma and definitely more alert, glared. "I understood that part,
baka. What I don't see is WHY. Does something happen to you genetically when
you marry that enables you to procreate?"
Bulma raised her
eyes up to his face, and started to giggle.
This made Vegita, let's say, less than happy. "WHAT the hell are YOU giggling at?"
scientist shook her head and managed to stop giggling, even if she still couldn't
keep the smile completely off her face.
"No…" she replied, still very amused.
"No Vegita, we humans don't change in any physical way when we get
still frowning. "So then you don't need
to be …"married" to procreate?"
She shook her
head no, hand covering her mouth, cornflower blue eyes shining in mirth.
"Then what is
the POINT? If it's not necessary, then
why saddle yourself to stay with another human for the rest of your LIFE?"
away, visions of a tall warrior with dark hair and scars filling her eyes. Suddenly, she didn't feel so amused
anymore. Refusing to look back at the Saiyan
and let him see that she was on the point of crying, she replied quietly, her
she paused, then suddenly continued quickly, her voice cool and detached. "Vegita, humans get lonely. We're a very social species. And longing for a… mate is part of our
wiring. So humans look and look and
look… which is actually a rather horrendous experience called "dating"… and
when we find a person whose company we enjoy and who we are attracted to, we
develop an emotional attachment. If the
attachment is strong enough, we call it love.
If a person falls in love, the other person returns it, and nothing else
gets in the way of the relationship, they get married."
eyes traced Bulma's profile as she spoke.
She was refusing to look at him, instead looking out the window to the night.
"Why do you
head jerked back around to face him.
He frowned. "You said 'falls in love'."
looked back at him blankly, her eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah."
"So why do
you use the word "fall'?"
and turned back to the window again.
Her head was starting to pound. "Vegita,
its almost 2:30 in the morning. Do you
have to ask inane questions now?"
frown turned into a full-fledged glare.
"Woman, *you* are the one who demanded to teach me about this stupid
planet's customs. So answer the
her hand on her forward, dragging it over her exhausted eyes. "We say fall because… because… we just do. Probably because when you fall in love with someone
its like jumping head first into an abyss.
Suddenly your whole world is focused on that person. And it's not always easy, either. If two people fall in love but are too
different for the relationship to work, one or both gets their heart
broken. If someone falls in love and it's
one-sided, that person gets their heart broken. All in all it's a colossal mess that brings more pain than
happiness." Bulma winced to
herself. That last line sounded way too
close to home. She stood from the
chair, and walked to the kitchen door, intent on sleep. Silence followed her, and then:
"Then why do
woman paused, and then said quietly over her shoulder, "Cause if it's returned,
then being in love is the most fascinating, exhilarating, breathtaking
experience in the world." Vegita was
still sitting in the kitchen when she left.
chessboard rested on the table between them like a miniature portion of No
Man's Land. With cautious or bold
moves, whatever the situation called for, each ventured out onto the tiny onyx
battlefield. He was black, because he
was Saiyan and he would have it no other way.
She was white, because, well, it was the complete opposite of what HE
took. It just happened to be
coincidence that that was the only color left.
the moves had been easy. Then the game
winning. She was winning. The mental combat continued.
He moved his
knight forward to the left, taking her bishop.
She didn't mind; it had been a calculated loss.
by castling her king, leaving her rook in position to take down his other
knight. When he followed up by taking
her rook to save the knight, she'd be in place to take out his elusive
He moved a
She sucked in
It was a
battle of a genius and a warlord. It
was a contest between wits and experience.
It was a game of conquest; to lose meant everything, to win meant
suddenly came to herself, when she took a moment to think back on the last few
hours, she realized she'd saved his life.
A gentle expression flowed over her features, and she allowed herself to
fancy that she might be the first female ever to do that. The blue haired woman traced a finger slowly
along his jaw line. His accident in the
gravity generator hadn't marred a single feature.
You fool, she
thought, not really sure which of them she was addressing. Damn his disregard of the safety
levels. It would have been such a waste
to destroy a face as this. No
particular element of it was beautiful, but together the whole came out
handsome. Not cute like Goku's was, or
pretty like Yamcha's had once been, but… striking. Exotic.
her finger back as if she'd touched acid.
She shouldn't be thinking about Vegita like that. Vegita was dangerous. Vegita was half-mad, at the very least. Vegita wanted to kill Goku, and sell her
planet into slavery, or maybe just blow it up for fun.
With an angry
huff she sat back in her chair, pulling herself as far from the sleeping man on
the bed as possible, but not leaving.
Maybe I should have let him die, Bulma thought. It would have simplified a lot of
problems. It would have been smart, and
But Bulma had
never been big on prudence. And she'd
already pulled him out of the rubble and tended his injuries. There was no point in thinking about it now. She crossed her arms and looked anywhere but
the attractive half-naked male sleeping less than half a foot out of her reach.
He had to train. Vegita had no
time for simpering human females. He
had no more time to waste irritating that woman. Focus. He had to train.
attainment of Supersaiyan status was so close, he could nearly taste it. He knew it couldn't be far beyond his reach
now. He had been training harder than
ever before in his life. This was all
that mattered to him. All.
Becoming a Supersaiyan
was far more important than that blue-haired hellcat. There was no way he could let some spoiled human harpy distract
him from his goal. Even if she was
crying. Crying was a waste if energy
and if she let herself get caught up in her emotions that wasn't his
problem. It was only another sign of
And her certainly didn't care if she
was crying because of him. Really, it
was of no consequence to him so she might as well just grab a tissue and shut
up. At least in here training he didn't
have to listen to her. She was always
trying to make him mad. He just knew
she did it all on purpose. He bet even this
crying thing was just another ploy to irritate the hell out of him. But he wouldn't be baited. He wouldn't feel sorry for the dumb
woman. And he certainly wouldn't
apologize either. She should learn to
take care of herself and stop giving in to her weakness.
DAMN! He was doing it again! He was here to train, not to think about HER!
knew watching someone else eat could be such a… fascinating experience. There she sat, the blue haired woman, just
lounging on the porch without a care in the world, oblivious to everything,
eating an orange.
He watched in
semi-wonder as Bulma gently peeled away the thick rind, and then carefully
pulled apart the thick fruit. His jet black
eyes carefully followed every move her fingers made, enthralled but the way she
looked as she bit into a wedge of the ripe citrus and the rivers of sticky
juice trailed down her chin. She raised
one finger and vainly tried to wipe it off her skin, then licked her finger to
savor the taste.
lingered on her lips with each succulent bite she took, unable to look away
from the unintentionally erotic image.
She had no idea the reaction he was having, just staring at her as she
tasted the orange. She was driving him
nipped lightly at her lower lip, then let his tongue follow, and Bulma felt her
determination quaver. His fingers
tickled hotly on her stomach, tracing the skin under her shirt. It wasn't fair. He's not allowed to do that, she thought, just as he pulled her
to his chest. How was she supposed to
hold up a decent argument when he kept—kept—
heh… Bulma's eyes fired at that moment, and she grinned nastily, his
lips still on hers unknowingly. Oh
no. He wasn't going to get out of it
this way. The war was just
Vegita felt a
minor change in the soft body in his arms, pulled back the slightest breadth, instinctively
knowing something was up. He found
Bulma staring up at him, flushed and heady, but with a strange glint in her
crystal blue eyes. His own blacks
narrowed suspiciously, and then widened in shock when Bulma suddenly threw her
weight into him. His muscular arms
instinctively tightened around her small form for a moment, and then he leapt
three feet back, as if she was a snake.
hell are you up to woman?" Vegita demanded.
sweetly at him and held up her right hand.
Between two fingers was the gravity chamber activation key she had
filched from his clothing. Vegita saw
it and snarled.
fuck do you think you're doing?"
nothing," she said with a sipid tone, and carefully—so he could see clearly
what she was doing—tucked it down her shirt and into her braw. "Now, you won't be needing this for a while
will you? I'm sure you won't mind if I
keep it for a bit."
All the blood
rushed to Vegita's face in a wave. How— how *dare*— how *dare* that woman—
not to look anxious as she saw Vegita's face glaring down at her and getting
redder and redder with rage. She took a
few hesitant steps back, knowing that she had no hope in hell of outrunning
him. A little perceptive thought went
off in her brain, and she suddenly snapped her head to the window and said,
"Goku?" in a surprised voice.
snapped around at window as well, his anger getting even bigger at this new
distraction. How had Bulma noticed
Kakarott's presence before him? How
would she even know the other Saiyan was there at all-- wasn't. There. At all.
yelled and turned from the empty window to find Bulma predictably gone.
into her lab, her thin tennis shoes sliding on the metal floor, and she jammed
the heavy door shut as fast as she could.
I can't believe he bought it, she thought with a kind of happy
disbelief. He was the only one on the
planet egotistical enough for that to still work on. Glancing around hectically at the laboratory, she sighed a faint
sigh of relief and darted to the switch a few feet away. She flipped it and her lab became, for the
moment at least, *almost* Vegita-proof.
momentarily guilty as she thought of the data she'd collected from monitoring his
training in the gravity chamber to create this system, then banished the
thought with a brush of her hand. She'd
needed the data anyway to keep the gravity room from breaking for the same
reason twice. Her thoughts were
interrupted by what sounded like a muffled blast, a crackling noise, and then
loud swearing. Bulma jumped back from
the wall, startled.
crackling, and curses came again. Bulma
looked at her watch quickly. The
absorption barrier she's been playing around with wouldn't hold up against an
angry Saiyan Prince for long, no matter how well it was designed. She reckoned she had maybe two and a half,
three minutes before Vegita figured to find and blow the connection fuses,
probably less. Giving a frustrated but
not entirely unhappy sigh, she swiftly grabbed a jacket from the med-suit
closet, pocketed a few apples from the soda-filled mini fridge, and climbed on
top of one of the lab tables against the wall.
Bulma strained to push at the little box-like window above her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when
another, larger boom came from outside the lab door. Various gadgets in the room started to beep in response to the
stress. With a grimace Bulma pushed
harder on the small square of glass.
Kami seemed to have pity on her and it popped cleanly out onto the
ground a few inches below.
Intrepid Brief Scientist Being Chased By The Angry Bad Guy squealed in delight
and pulled herself up by her hands, bracing her elbows against the sides of the
window. Bulma pushed herself out through
the small hole, and then yanked her feet up and out behind her. The main lab at Capsule Corps was mostly
below ground level, and the circulation window she was escaping though was just
barely above it, so she couldn't avoid getting a few rocks digging in her chest
and knees climbing out. It was all
worth it to Bulma though, because she knew the hole was definitely too small
for Mr. Angry Spiky-Haired Saiyan, when he realized where she had gone that is. With a satisfied smile she hurriedly pushed
the glass back into the gap. She wedged
it in place with a brick, and started running like hell away from Capsule
almost across the large lawn to the trees when she heard a loud, unmistakably
Vegita-originated crash. The ground rumbled,
and the round Capsule Corps building seemed to shake a little. There goes the first wall of my beautiful
science lab, she thought with a wince.
She looked down at her chest and pulled out the activation key. She grinned at it a little, stuffed it back
in her bra, and murmured, "Well, for a first kiss, that wasn't bad at all."
you doing?" She asked frantically, breaking away from his passionate onslaught
to look at the ground that was now more than thirty feet below them. "We're— we're—"
Vegita provided with a slightly bewildered look at her. "Didn't Yamcha ever fly with you?"
Bulma muttered evasively. "But it was
only a few times when something was bad happening and we had to get there
really fast." And certainly not ever to
make out with me, she added silently.
his eyebrows again, and shrugged slightly.
"That was his loss then," he replied, surprised at the words coming from
his mouth. Then he looked closely at
her face. "Would you like to really go
flying?" he asked suddenly. As soon as
he said it he almost wanted to retract the offer. What in Kami's name was making him do all of this? This was completely unlike him. But he didn't take it back, and waited for
the woman in his embrace to reply.
Bulma bit her
bottom lip. She had never been afraid
of heights before, but being on the ground then suddenly in the air without
realizing there had even been a change was a bit too much for her. However, the more she thought about it, the
more her brain got attached to the idea.
She'd been secretly jealous of Goku and Krillin's ability to take to the
air like it was nothing. Now Vegita
–angry, rude, arrogant, perpetually hard to ignore Vegita was offering her the
chance to feel what it was like. Don't
forget to add good kissing to that list, her brain reprimanded her.
"Yes. Yes," she answered softly at first, then
more determined. She looked up at him
with those big cornflower blue eyes and Vegita had the sinking feeling that he
might be winning the battle but losing the war.
"Ok then," he
said, and turned her around in his arms so fast she almost didn't even feel
it. Now he had her back pressed tightly
against his chest, with his arms snugly around her waist. Startled at her sudden change in position,
and finding herself looking only strait down at the ground far far below, Bulma
began to panic.
Vegita murmured in an uncharacteristically soft tone. His face was up against
her hair, and he could feel the blue silky touch as it fluttered against his
cheeks. Her head was slightly below, in
the corner between his own head and his shoulder. He was a little surprised that despite her brave words Bulma was
trembling like she was terrified. So
the spitfire does scare sometimes, Vegita thought. Trying to get her to lighten up, he spoke quietly and steadily
into her ear. "I won't let you
fall." He felt her calm down and ease
in his arms.
His safe grip
around her waist was more for keeping her to him than for holding her from
falling; Vegita's own ki had enveloped them both and was already doing the work
of lifting for him. As long as she
stayed close to him, Bulma was just as light as he was.
said quietly, hovering still in place, "stretch out your arms."
and he chuckled at her obvious fear of letting go herself and trusting someone
else that much. "I already told you I
wouldn't let you fall. And I don't say things I don't mean. Just trust me and stretch out your arms."
Trust me, he
said. Bulma closed her eyes to the
dizzying view below her. It was one
thing to be in an airplane or to hold tightly onto Yamcha's neck and not have
to look down, but to be like this, with nothing below her, and for Vegita to
ask her to *let* *go* of him; it was insane.
She heard his dry chuckle again and instantly opened her eyes, forgetting
for a moment in her exasperation with him about the empty air below. Bulma tried to crane her neck around to look
him in the face and get him to stop laughing at her, but it was very awkward. She gave up on trying and instead closed her
going to do this. She was going to do
this! Trust me. Trust Vegita. Trust the Prince of Saiyans who had tried to obliterate her best
friend and who had threatened to kill her for the Dragonballs. Let go and trust that Vegita would hold onto
her, a mere human, that he would keep her safe. Could she do that?
so slowly, she pulled her fingers away from their death grip on his
forearms. Gradually, eyes still closed,
she reached her hands out to her sides, like a bird's wings. She could feel Vegita's warm breath on her
hair and the back of her neck. Then
Bulma felt a cool breeze start to brush her face, and she realized they were
moving forward. Arms still
outstretched, she risked opening one eye.
eye came open immediately after the first, taking in the fantastic sight of the
sea moving beneath her. She could see
the stars' bright reflection in the dark water, and she gasped in wonder. Then they began to rise, as Vegita took her
higher and higher. They came over land
again, and this time she could see forest below, with small valleys and hills,
and occasionally houses or towns. Bulma
let a girlish giggle, stretching her fingers out as far from her body as she
could. She was flying! She felt like a bird or an angel. Vegita's arms were holding her safely close
to his body, and the world unrolled beneath them.
demanded to him, laughing at the air.
"We have to go faster!"
what did she do?"
slapped me. As if that would do
anything to me."
Vegita, she probably knew that it wouldn't hurt you. But that's not really the
hell do you mean by that?"
point is not that she tried to harm you, the point is that you did something to
make her SLAP you across the face."
hell is the DIFFERENCE???"
guess the difference is that women only seem to slap you across the face if
you've done something truly horrible to hurt them. I mean-- Chichi's only slapped me once, after I came back from
space. I think… I THINK it was because
I had left her alone for over two years."
"I fail to
see your point in this."
that you really REALLY hurt her. The
only thing left now is to apologize."
"I am not
apologizing to that pathetic human. I will do nothing of the sort."
"Okay. Bulma can really hold a grudge though,
believe me. If you need a place you could stay a while he---"
"I don't need
YOUR hospitality! Especially with that
noisy bitch you married!"
stood in the doorway to the family room, watching in amusement as Bulma argued
violently with nice young man. She
glanced down at her wrist timer, noting that it read 2 minutes and 31
seconds. She'd taken to wearing it
lately, specifically for the purpose of timing her daughter's arguments.
The pair was
approaching the three-minute mark. It
was about to get really interesting— the arguments were always short and after three
minutes they perpetually either started kissing, started raging and throwing
things, or stomped off to separate areas of the house.
"Two fifty-eight, two fifty-nine…" she counted.
"YOU STUPID BIG-MOUTHED ASSHOLE!"
"Three o seven, three o eight…"
YOU THE RIGHT TO KISS ME ANYWAY YOU JERK?!"
"IF YOU CAN KISS ME WOMAN I CAN FUCKING WELL
KISS YOU WHENEVER I PLEASE!"
three eleven…ahhhh…" Bulma's mother sighed, pleased that they'd decided on
kissing today. It really was much
better when Bulma and that nice young man were kissing instead of
fighting. Their arguments were so
disruptive to her peace of mind. Nevertheless,
the two looked so cute together when they were angry that she really couldn't
hold it against them. Aaahhhh… the joys
of children in love…
He touched her cheek with one
finger. His calloused skin reveled in
the softness of hers. Bulma's blue
haired fanned out on the bed, and her palm rested warmly against his muscled
chest. Her gorgeous eyes were still
closed in sleep. Vegita wanted to wake
her, so he could look into them one more time, but strangely, he did not.
"Ashke," he whispered, fingertips caressing
her perfect lips, her perfect complexion.
His feathery contact was so delicate, so light, that it was almost
non-existent. Just enough to feel
her. Just enough to drink in the
sensation of her presence. "Ashke,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I can't be
human for you."
Bulma breathed in lightly, and the small hand on his chest
moved a little, spreading fingers out to reassure its owner, then falling back
into stillness. A blue bang fluttered
down over her eyes, tickling her nose.
Not wanting her to awaken yet, he brushed it aside. It was like silk to him, and that was
something he'd only known about when he came here. There was no material like it in the universe, except on her
you have right to be proud of it," he said softly. "This place, this planet, I lied. It is beautiful. Raditz
and Nappa and I would not have come to take it from you if it was not."
A band of
sunlight, slipping from the between window shades, played in her sky blue
hair. Vegita let his gaze rest on
it. He wanted to remember it, the sun
on her hair. He wanted something, one
thing pure to take with him. Out there,
far away from this little planet, the galaxy was unforgiving and unkind. If he had to bare his soul, then he would
bare it here, where all he had to think about was watching her sleep.
"I'm sorry I
can't change for you, ashke. I'm
sorry I can't give you what you want."
He black eyes followed after his fingers, memorizing every part of
her. "I'm sorry I'm choosing my
ambition over you."
"I can't let
you save me, ashke. I can't."
Vegita lifted his fingers from the
blue silk, and drew back. Her hand fell
from his chest unknowingly back to the bed.
She breathed deeply once, but did not stir. He brought distance between them, forced the gap wider any way he
could. The prince dressed slowly,
soundlessly, watching the sleeping woman with a solemn eye.
When he had
nothing left to put on, no more reason to stay in the room any longer, he
walked to the door. At the threshold,
he stilled, and turned. Untroubled,
Bulma slept, peaceful and unaware.
Awake, she was rambunctious, active, fiery, absorbing, fascinating,
teasing, loud, infuriating, and unreal.
When she slept she was only… serenity.
and if I ever come back it will be as a Supersaiyan. I hope that if that day comes, I will return to find you happily
married and living out a wonderful life with a human that can love you, and the
children you long so much for. I think,
Bulma, that I could be happy with that."
Vegita narrowed his eyes and stepped though her door for
what he expected to be the last time.
Bulma traced a lazy hand over her belly. With the swelling of her body she could feel
it inside of her, a life growing. A
part of him, and a part of her. With a
sigh she looked once again up into the stars, imagining that she could see him
"You may be
stubborn, Vegita, but you'll be back on Earth someday, and when that happens
you'll find that I'm still here."
She smiled with determination. "My prince, my fool, you may think you're solving the situation
by leaving, but this is something you can't solve. I have a claim on you, a claim that's stronger even than your
claim on Goku, and I'm not going to give that up for anything. Your hate is nothing to my love and our
A warm breeze
wafted down to dance in her hair, silvery in the moonlight. Bulma's eyes were bright as she gazed
heavenward. "Fair travels, Vegita."
AN (#2): "ashke"
is a word I got from reading Mercedes Lackey books. It translates to "beloved".
As you can probably tell I was listening to a lot of moody music when I
wrote the end. Then I thought; "I can't
end it sad, this was supposed to be my happy B/V fic dammit!" So I wrote the final glimpse on Bulma, and
her take on Vegita's attempt to save her from himself.
AN (#3): The second to last line
where Bulma says " than your claim on Goku" was not a romantic/sexual remark,
you hentais. She was talking about his
claim of vengeance and victory over Goku.
I just wanted to make sure you all understood that.
AN (#4): I'll admit it—the flying
part came from my own real fantasy of wondering what it would be like to kiss
someone while floating in the air like they did on the Lois & Clark
(Superman) TV show. It just looked
really really fun, no da. And I've
always wanted to fly. So I figure, if
you can't fly, then being in love with someone who can take you flying has got
to be darn close to it. God knows if I
had a boyfriend that could fly I'd convince him to take me with him at LEAST
every other time he went up. But we
can't all have Vegita or Trunks or Gohan as our boyfriend can we?
Duo— Shaka! Does
that mean I'm not your favorite anymore?! **pouty face**
Shaka— Of course not! **glomps Duo**
You've got Deathscythe! You know
you'll always ALWAYS be my favorite Shini-chan! You and Nuriko of course.
Duo— Nuriko? How can
he be your favorite? He's gay! And that drunken fang-boy has nothing on me!
Shaka-- **shrug** …I dunno. Tasuki sure is good lookin' though. ** glomps Duo again** AND AS FOR NURIKO WELL
GUESS I JUST HAVE THING FOR ANIME GUYS WITH
Duo-- **gasping** Breathe, Shaka!— Need— to— breathe!
Shaka-- **suddenly notices the readers staring pityingly at Duo** Oops…er...
sorry Shini-chan! Goodbye people! Don't forget to review!