Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Good Man ❯ Chapter 1

HI! A little fanfic I thought of. I'm sure it has been done a million times but it thought I should try my hand at it. Anyway this is my first one-shot hope you enjoy. Please review.

 

Characters not mine

 

 

 

Vegeta walked slowly behind Bulma, it was late as the enterd their home in the city, Trunks asleep on his mothers shoulder. Buu was dead, the world had ounce again been restored to normal and life countinued as if nothing happened. But thoughts weighed heavly on the couples minds. Bulma and not touched him since he had returned home something that ws far from normel. He knew why, she had thought he had changed. That he would never again harm an innocent person. Vegeta watched his mate enter the kitchen attempting to shift the child whom was becoming to heavy for her scant person. Vegeta stepped forward attempting to grab the child to relive her of the boys weight, she waved him off, not accepting his help, not wanting a murder near her child. He fallowed as she went upstares and into Trunk's room laying the slumbering boy on the bed decorated in space ships as every little boys room should be. She sat on the edge of the bed kissing her childs forhead gently sweeping the bangs away from the boys eyes. The boy that looked so much like his father. Bulma turned with a sigh feeling the warm tears sting her eyes and left the room by passing Vegeta as if he wasn't there retreating to the solice of her room.

 

Vegeta bent over the child studying the features that were his own, a grunt of approval was the only evidence that Vegeta liked what he saw in the childs face. The ever perminante scowl in place. He turned and exited the room giving one last look at the child on the bed, the child that he had givin his life to protect, a child and a women. Walking down the hall Vegeta enterd the enourmus and luxurious bedroom that was his and Bulma's. Haering the shower running Vegeta turned to the bathroom entering the expansive spa like room with marbel floors he saw Bulma in the four walled glass shower in the center of he room. Her body a picture of profection, giving no hint of prior child bering. Her sleek form wet with water gilstening the short hair that was the color he loved plasterd against her neck, the soft sudds of soap runnign down the length of her back and into the cleft of her tunt rear. Disrobbing quickly he enterd the shower quietly reaching a hand to her form he felt her tense as his fingers touched her. She turned slowly, her eyes looking up at him not with fear but sadness. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him her head bowing to shield her “weakness”.

 

“why?” she asked. He knew why, because he had wanted to fight Goku and killing innocent people was the only way to force the man into battel. But, that was not the answer she wanted, instead he sat in silence. She looked up at him, her eyes angry that he wouldn't answer her. She turned from him rinsing under the spray before grabbing a towel and leaving the shower. Vegeta countinued under the spray, why had he risked every thing just to beat that man? He had a women, a child, a home. That could have been gone and it can still dissaper in a second. If the women ever asked him to leave he would. Vegeta turned off the shower and stepped out using his ki to instantly dry off. Clothing himself in some loose fitting pants he eneterd his room to find Bulma gone. That was no matter he knew where she would be. Gracfully entering his balcony he lifted into the air and flew to the roof the the complex. As he had thought he saw her standing there looking over the horizen surprised to see that the sun was slowly rising already. Vegeta stepped in front of Bulma her yes leveling him into the ground with their intensity. He quickly darted his gaze away. What was he afraid of? he knew. He was afriad of not being loved, not being loved by her. Vegeta feel to his knees infront of the women wrapping his arms around her slim waist his forhead resting on her stomach. Bulma was shocked, she had not expected the proud prince, the destoryer of worlds, to bow at her feet as if she ruled his world. She could feel the dampness as tears of her prince fell onto her lap. Frogivness is what he wanted, he wanted her to accept him with everything he had done and will probebly do. She still loved him, she always would. There was nothing on this earth that would ever fade her love for him, this murder, a man that haunted her dreams more the ounce in her life. Bulma dropped to her knees in front of him. taking his face into her hands she lifted his eyes to meet hers.

 

“I frogive you” she said softly kissing his forehead. Vegeta sat in shock, yes, that's what he had wanted, her frogiveness. To know that she still accepted him, cared for him, loved him. Vegeta threw his arms around his frail mate slaming his mouth to hers in attempt to saite his want for her. He loved this women with every inch of his being her mind, body, and soul.

“Ithar tse ishnough” Vageta said softly. Bulma looked up at him the language that had come from his mouth she had neverr herd. The deep almost anamalistic sounding acsent that accompanied the words capturing her. she had never herd him speak his native tounge but she automaticlly knew what the words had ment.

 

“I love you too” she said softly kissing his lips passionatly.

 

 

They satayed on the roof together untill the sun was well in the sky, Vegeta held her gently between his legs as they watched the earths glory bare them a new day. Vegeta was a changed man that day. Even the gods pronounced him to be a good person.