Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Dreams ❯ Calming Sunset (Ch4) ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor do I imply I own them. The only thing I own is my story and my characters. The others are brought in for comic relief and my own perverted pleasures. ;)

 

Warning: There's gonna be graphic sex, violence, and talk about rape and other random things. If this offends you deal or leave. Whatever you want to do. Oh and there just might be yaoi or yuri, dunno yet.

 

Notes: “talking”, `thinking'

 

Chapter 4: Calming Sunset

 

But as impossible as it seemed he was really there. Vegeta, the Saiyan Prince, had come looking for one wayward girl child. I was now a Saiyan myself, but that shouldn't matter. Should it?

 

It was like I was paralyzed, although, I now realize I was just too spent with emotions and my run to move. I watched, tears trickling down my face still, as he came closer to me and sat down beside me. Not touching yet close enough for me to feel the heat emanating off his body. I was wary of course, but he made no move to touch me so I let him sit there as the tears kept coming. After being bottled up inside for so long they just kept coming. At least the shaking had stopped.

 

When he finally spoke it was with a gentleness I never had known someone like him could possess. “What happened?”

 

It was a simple question. But a loaded one as well. “The same thing that always happens to people like me. I was abused.”

 

We sat there for long moments just staring through the trees. Across the stream the trees parted giving us an unobstructed view of the horizon where the sun was beginning its final journey down. A small part of me thought how amazing it was that I had seen both a sunrise and a sunset in the same day. I knew it always happened of course, but I had never taken the time to watch it.

 

“Who?” he asked softly.

 

I stiffened and hunched over at that question. No I couldn't tell him. I couldn't tell anyone. Who would believe me anyway? No father ever did that to his child. Never. The presence at the back of my mind took that moment to nudge me.

 

`But it did happen,' it whispered.

 

Yeah but that didn't mean I had to tell anyone. I was ashamed enough as it was.

 

`But you have to tell someone. Or else it will eat you up inside.'

 

I smiled bitterly. It already was eating me up inside. All those nights wondering why me. Why had my dad suddenly turned into that monster? Why?

 

“Please?”

 

I looked over at him. He never pleaded with anyone. Then I made the mistake of looking in his eyes. I could see a hundred different things. Concern, anger, a myriad of emotions. I looked away. “Why should you care?” I whispered dejected. No one should have to care.

 

“Because I do. Many think I am heartless and without feeling, but I am not. I just hide it better than most. We were taught early that to show emotion was a weakness, but we do still have emotions.”

 

I shrugged, “My father.”

 

His indrawn breath showed me he hadn't even thought of that possibility. Now came the denial. But again I was disappointed in my concept of the grand scheme of things. “Is he dead?”

 

“I guess you could say that. Though I didn't have the pleasure of doing it myself. He took his own life.” And deprived me of any peace of mind I could have gotten talking to him one last time.

 

“Good,” he growled.

 

I looked up at him startled. He was steadily becoming a bundle of contradictions. I shook my head. “What do you care anyway?” Denial was always easier than facing the truth.

 

He answered question for question, “Do you trust me?” he asked holding his hand out, palm up, to me.

 

What could I say to that, but curiously, I did trust him. The clarity and conviction with which I thought that shocked me. I did trust him. I don't know why but I did. I laid a trembling hand in his and in one swift movement he had me sitting in his lap with his arms around me. I gasped. This was the presence I had felt. This was the presence that had comforted and watched over me. The one that had chased the nightmares away.

 

“Open your mind to me,” he whispered against my hair as I slowly relaxed. With a sigh I surrendered. I was too tired to fight, especially him. I could almost feel his mind brush against mine. I never knew Saiyans had powers like this, but then again I had never thought they were real in the first place. As his mind left mine I could actually feel him come to some sort of a decision. He gently tilted my head up to look at me. “Do you still trust me?”

 

How could he ask that? Of course I trusted him. I had let him look into my thoughts. He may not have gone deep, but he had seen things no one else ever had. He interpreted the look on my face with amazing accuracy. “I want to do something, but I need your permission first. It won't fix everything, but it will help.”

 

I nodded. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before tilting my head further back and to the side. He placed another kiss on my neck. One that sent shivers down my spine. Then there was a flash of pain that I instinctively arched into. He had bitten my neck at the juncture of my shoulder on my right side. Emotions, feelings, images all flashed through my head as I clung to him, but not just that, information as well. He had read how I had been raised by humans; how I had thought I was human for my whole life and never knew my true heritage. It took scant moments in which he transferred all of his knowledge of our race to me.

 

He showed me all the things that made us who we were. Everything from our love of fighting to the traditions that made up our culture. It was amazing the richness of the culture he had been forced to leave behind. I also knew why he had not bitten me on the left side of my neck. The right was for things like this. The left was for the mating. When marked on your left it meant you had a mate and were taken. It also created the bond between mates.

 

As he withdrew his teeth I trembled. When he licked the spots of blood adorning my neck off I sighed. There was so much I had seen and felt. It was like I was floating on a sea of emotion. I was content to drift though. I peacefully lay against his shoulder watching the sun as it traveled downward. He lightly stroked my hair as I watched. Then I noticed something and at the same time remembered something. When such a thing was done a light bond was established between the two who had participated in the sharing. Not unlike the mating bond but definitely not as strong. Very light really. Instead of just feeling him. I could now hear and speak to him. It would work even over great distance. Of course we could block each other out, but right now I didn't have the energy to care. And he was right about it helping. Nothing could erase what I had gone through, but time could dull it and this sharing had opened a road to recovery as it were.

 

`Thank you.'

 

I felt him smile. `It is I who thank you. I haven't shared like that with anyone in years. Your life and experiences may have been bad, but you readily gave them to me. Not many trust that much anymore.'

 

We sat there in comfortable silence watching the sunset. It was as beautiful as the dawn had been and just as soothing. I felt myself drift off as full night came upon us. I barely felt him get up with me in his arms and head back. I did, however, feel him gently slip me into bed. With a sigh I surrendered fully to sleep. The first restful sleep I'd had in years. Nightmares did not plague me and my dreams were brief, if I dreamed at all. I couldn't remember.