Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma's Beautiful Memory ❯ One-Shot

This story is a one shot fic because I can't write anything and I suck! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not dragonballz not Bulma and (sigh) not Vegeta!

WHY!?!?! Dear God why can't I have him? (WAHHHHHHHH!!) (Cough) Now on with the story.

Bulma's Beautiful Memory

She stood on the balcony wrapped in a sheet lost in thought as she stared at the night sky hoping that he was looking down at her from King Yemma's with his beautiful scowl gracing his features. It had been almost a month since he had died in the battle facing Buu. Bulma walked inside, sat down on the bed, and looked lovingly at the treasured picture that sat on their nightstand. She wondered how she would get through the year. She smiled as she ran her fingers over the face in the photo, she remembered those days quite well as if it had been just yesterday.

(Flashback)

Bulma hung up the phone and cast a nervous glance out the window and towards the white domed shaped building in their back yard. As she turned away from the window while placing a hand on her swollen stomach she prayed to kami that he would agree to come with her tomorrow. She sighed in exasperation when she caught sight of the time and decided to start dinner so that it would be done in time. Precisely at 7 o'clock he walked through the door, grabbed his plate and started to eat as he walked over to the table and sat down. Bulma stood in the doorway nervously shifting from foot to foot wondering if this had been a good idea, but she soon brushed the thought aside and squared her shoulders to look more confident than she felt. Marching over to him she told him what she wanted him to do. After Bulma stopped to calm her racing heart she immediately felt it sink to the area somewhere near her knees when he gave her a flat out no and stomped out of the house and back to his training.

The slamming of the door echoed in her ears a she slumped into a nearby chair. A scalding tear slid down her cheek and landed on her tightly clasped hands that rested in her lap. More tears escaped down her cheeks as she sadly wished that Vegeta showed that he cared for her and their unborn child more. After a few more moments of tears she wiped her cheeks off and carried the dishes to the sink so that she could be in bed and asleep before he came in. Unbeknownst to Bulma her tears were seen by a pair of eyes black as onyx and just as hard, her tears were felt in the deepest recesses of his heart, as they wondered over her tear-stained face and settled on her pain-filled eyes. He felt the pain slice through his heart with every tear she shed, but the question is will they be answered or will they be ignored? The next day Bulma woke up with puffy red and swollen eyes she was depressed knowing that her prince wouldn't be going with her and that she would be going to the appointment alone.

As the day wore on she began to wonder if this really was a good idea to go through with this but shook her head and cursed herself for doubting to want to go through with this plan. On her way out the door her heart sunk even farther when she glanced over only to see that Vegeta wasn't in the GR or even outside. As she climbed into her car she prayed to kami that the shoot would cheer her up.

Once Bulma got in the studio she was ushered off into the make-up area to get her make-up done. While sitting there sulking the photographer approached her and told her once her make-up was done to go to the dressing area and not to worry, that her husband was already dressed and looking very handsome too. Bulma almost didn't catch what the woman had said and quickly reached out and grabbed her arm asking her what she had just said about her husband, thinking that the woman was mistaken.

But as the woman repeated what she had said before she pointed towards the far wall, and than walked off looking over something on her clipboard. Bulma's breath was coming out in quick shallow breathes as she turned slowly and looked to where the woman had pointed, as she fully faced the far area her breath caught in her throat when she spotted him leaning against the wall dressed only in a pair of baggy ivory silk drawstring pants. Bulma was so busy looking at him that it took the make-up girl three times of telling her that she was done to get her to notice. When she finally noticed the woman words she stood quickly and made her way toward where Vegeta was leaning and stared up into his coal black eyes unable to say anything to him.

As Vegeta looked down into her beautiful sky blues he felt as if he was being swept away into the depths of her eyes, but the spell was soon broken when she opened her mouth to say something to him. Of all the things he was expecting he was shocked when she said one word, "why?" It was a relatively simple question but to him it was the hardest thing that he ever answered, and she was right to ask it, the problem was, he was asking himself that very same question in his head.

Fortunately he was saved when a woman pulled Bulma off and helped her wrap a sheet around her body. After she was finished tying it they were led to an area that was surrounded by lights, a few fans, and a camera. They were positioned in front of it so that Vegeta was standing behind her with his hands resting on her stomach and her hair and sheet billowed out behind and around Vegeta.

After that shot they took two more pictures, the first with Vegeta down on one knee resting his head on Bulma's stomach smirking at the camera and Bulma's arms wrapped around Vegeta's shoulders while laughing, and the second with just Bulma standing so that the fan blew the sheet out around her and her hair behind her like a blue banner. The last and final shot was Vegeta's choice and a surprise for Bulma so that she could have one as a gift for the way he had hurt her the other day.

They were positioned one last time facing each other with they're fingers entwined together and with their profile toward the camera while Vegeta ran a single red rose down the side of Bulma's cheek that was facing the camera. While the camera shutter was clicking away a soft voice could be heard whisper to the woman standing there with the man saying, "Because I love you."

(End Flashback)

Bulma smiled and set the picture down while wiping her tears away and smiling at her beautiful prince's picture before turning off the light and climbing into bed. And right before she drifted off into sleep you could hear her whisper, "Arigato my beautiful prince, Arigato."

THE END

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