Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Fire is Born ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

Bulma awoke to the sounds of birds singing and a morning breeze rustling the drapes of her room. At first, she was disoriented, not knowing which way was up, but as the clouds and cobwebs of sleep drifted from her mind, the events of the previous night came back to her full force. She opened her eyes, expecting to see her lover, however unlikely. But, he wasn't there. She looked at her alarm clock. 10:45. More than likely, he was training.

Bulma: (sighing)…Vegeta…

Bulma stood and wrapped the top sheet around her naked form like a toga and looked at the bed. A few drops of blood were visible on the sheet below her. Blood from her broken innocence.

Bulma: Oh, well. My parents will just think it's my period and nothing more.

She bent and retrieved her discarded nightie from the floor and smiled at the memories it brought. Memories still fresh in her mind as though they were in the process of happening. She laughed as she recalled how she'd expected him to rip it from her in a violent passion, yet, he was uncharacteristically gentle. Her stomach tightened-not unpleasantly- at the thought of how he had felt against her, how he felt in her. What was it he had said as he scrutinized her so closely?…Perfection. He fancied her as perfection. She looked at her reflection in the full-length wall mirror and studied herself. As a child and a teen, she considered herself to be one of the most beautiful girls in the world, but as she grew older, she merely considered herself pretty. Her jawline was strong, yet feminine, her lips full and red, her eyes shining, but, was she perfect? She knew that beneath the sheet toga, her body was strong and trim, her breasts not too small nor too big, and her legs were long. She considered herself average, if anything, but he had said perfect.

<meanwhile>

Vegeta was doing his daily 5,000 sit-ups, today at 100X gravity. Although at first glance he appeared diligent in his training, his thoughts were elsewhere. His thoughts were on Bulma. He could still picture her as he saw her then, lying beneath him, looking all the world like the Greek goddess Aphrodite or the Roman Venus. He did love her. Even if he didn't before, he certainly did now. He still had a feeling he had fallen for her a long time ago…on Namek, mayhap. It didn't matter, all that really mattered was that he loved her now and nothing will ever change that fact. He told her last night he would never leave her, and he was not ready to break his word just yet. Not to her, never to her. He refused to hurt her again. He won't!

<meanwhile>

Bulma stepped from her shower and dressed in simple blue jeans and a white button-up blouse. She brushed her hair and let it fall free to her waist. She opened the door to get a late breakfast-or is it early lunch?-and on the threshold leading to the hallway outside her room.

Bulma: What's this?

On the floor by her feet was a single red rose in full bloom, its thorns removed to prevent her any pain.