Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterflies & Hurricanes ❯ Chapter 38
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2017 | Pages: 10 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 397 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.27.2017 | Pages: 10 | Words: 5.8K | Visits: 397 | Status: Work In Progress
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Butterflies & Hurricanes
Chapter 38
Warmth and the comfort of strong, familiar arms combined with a blissful feeling of weightlessness and waves of pleasure, comfort and pleasantness enveloped her entire body, soul and mind.
I'm free, she thought, clinging to the comfort of nearness and heat around her, never wanting it to abandon her. She could not remember the last time she had felt peace and contentment like this. Well, she could, but she refused to dwell on it; doing that only reminded her of everything she had lost. No, she could not think about it, not now.
Something inexplicable and amazing was happening to her and she needed it to never leave her. Even though she couldn't see anything, she could feel Him and smell Him. He was everywhere: around her, inside her, touching every inch of her body and giving her pleasure she hadn’t felt since the last time they’d been together, filling her up completely with his love and assurance that she was safe now. She still was not sure what this phenomenon was, but it didn’t matter; they were together again somehow. If this is what death feels like, sign me up.
Silly woman, you are positively not dead, he softly scolded her; his voice rough, yet smooth as velvet and hearing it after all this time made her heart flutter in longing and excitement. You have far too much to live for yet for you to die now and I am depending on you to not die. If you die, then so do I. Do not abandon hope.
I cannot go on, Vegeta, she said defeated, despite his urging her. If death brings us together like this, then it's worth it.
And what of our son? He asked harshly. You would abandon him?
He is strong, Vegeta, she said. Oh, how I wish you could meet him. He is strong and a good person, Vegeta. You would be so proud!
I know he is, of course he is strong and good, he admitted haughtily and she was about to take him to task for his arrogance but he spoke again before she had the chance. He has nothing but the best qualities of you and me running through him. How could he be anything less than good and strong?
I know.
Yet you would leave him to go on in these conditions? He asked accusingly.
I don't want to, Vegeta, no, she replied. He is strong, has a level head and a good heart. Somehow I was still able to impart that onto him despite barely being able to raise him myself. He doesn't need me.
He does, he firmly insisted. How could you think such a thing so absurd? You wish to abandon our son to be with me and yet think he has no use for you? You are wrong.
All I do is hold him back and make him worry, she said dejectedly. If I was to not make it, he would be devastated but it would be better for him in the long run. If he saw a chance to get out, he and Tarble could make a run of it without ruining their chances because of an obligation to take me with them. And I won't leave without you either so it is better this way, Vegeta. Come with me! I need you.
She felt him bristle in disapproval but he did not say anything further.
Where are we? She asked, still she could not see him, she could only feel him and the feelings of intense desire ripping through her soul. If I'm not dead, is this some form of limbo land or an amazing dream that I never want to awake from?
The bond.
I can feel you, but I can't see you, she said, clinging to his presence. It felt like he was so close to her; she could feel the very essence of him all around her and she reveled in it, but she wished she could see him.
Work at it, he replied. Search and try to break that wall, it has been so long that your mind is out of practice.
She tried, reaching and cleaving to him. His presence still washing over her being in waves. Can you see me?
Of course, he chuckled. Look, Bulma; really look and I will be found.
Bulma opened her eyes and her heart rejoiced as she saw Vegeta beside her, the look of absolute adoration and carefully checked emotion, causing his brow to furrow just a little as he held back his own emotions was a glorious sight to her. She flung her arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as she could, not wanting to let him go.
“I can’t believe this,” she cried against his neck, feeling overwhelmed. He felt real and smelled real. “I have so much I need to tell you, Vegeta. I don’t even know where to start…”
“Do not rush, we have a couple of hours,” he said easily, holding her tightly against him. She could feel his tail wrap itself leisurely around her waist.
“We do?”
“Uhm-hmm,” he grunted, burying his nose in her hair, taking in her scent.
“So this isn't real?” she asked, disappointment once again flooding through her. She so desperately wanted it to be real. If it wasn’t, then that meant she couldn’t stay with him.
“Oh it is real, Woman,”
“It's almost too good to be true,” she admitted. “But how?”
Enough with the questions, he said, squeezing her waist with his tail tightly. I do not want to waste what valuable time we do have left discussing it.
She let him go briefly as she looked around a moment later and realized that they were on Vegeta's island on Vegeta-sei. “How?” She asked, Vegeta-sei was long since gone. This is just a dream, she realized in disappointment.
“The bond,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her and resting his chin leisurely on her left shoulder.
She inhaled sharply in panic and went to cover her shoulder, not wanting him to see the scars marring her shoulder and back left over from her encounter with his father.
He took her hand and kissed the top of her fingers tenderly. Why are you anxious?
“I just… There's some ugly scars I don't want you to see.” She confessed.
“Hmmn,” he grunted, brushing his lips lightly along her shoulder. “I see no scars, woman, you are perfect.”
She frowned and looked at her right hand and realized for the first time that it was as good as new; her hair was long again as well, grown just a little bit past her shoulders. Her hand migrated to her abdomen as well, but there was no tenderness there. “Any injuries you may have sustained do not exist here,” he said. “This is how I see you, where I want to see you.”
“It is, it?” She asked slyly, realizing she was wearing a barely there silk negligee in royal blue that clung to her curves, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.Figures, she snorted inwardly but smiled at him. He was wearing nothing but a loose pair of black cotton pants that whipped gently with the breeze.looked as magnificent as always before all of this. He was whole and strong and well nourished.
“Where do you want to be?” He asked.
“I'm happy anywhere as long as I am with you,” she admitted truthfully, leaning back into his secure embrace.
“Think of a place you want to be and we can be there,” he said. “Show me someplace of your home world.”
It's that easy? She asked in awe and wondered why they hadn't done this before.
Anywhere, he confirmed.
She thought a moment and they were transported to the massive frontof Capsule Corporation.“This was my home,” she said, taking his hand and leading him in through the front door.
Bulma gave him a quick tour of the main floor before taking him into one of the large sitting rooms that had been her favorite to lounge in. She was completely caught up and overwhelmed, looking at everything and taking it all in that she nearly forgot all about Vegeta until he wrapped both arms and his tail snuggly around her waist, pulling her as tightly against him as he could. “Oh, Vegeta,” she sighed, turning around in his arms, kissing him and letting her tears fall as she herself practically drowned in his presence.
“Where is your bedroom?” He asked her in a husked tone against her lips as he continued to kiss her deeply.
"Out of this room, up the stairs and the first door on your left." She said, trying to step away from him to take him there, but he scooped her up in his arms.
They were there in a moment and he set her on the ground. “Your room was almost as large as mine,” he commented appreciatively as he looked around.
Bulma smiled at him as she took in the room. It was just as she remembered it, but then remembered of course it would! This was her memory.
She looked around the room, the feeling of nostalgia making her feel calm and at ease. As she looked through a few of her things, she turned on the stereo, playing a soft piano tune.
Walking up to Vegeta, she took his hand. “Dance with me,” she demanded, sliding an arm up and around his shoulder and leaned into him.
“Of all the things that you can show me or places to go and things we can do, this is what you choose to do with our time?” He asked in an accusing tone, betraying his thinly veiled amusement at her silly, random choice.
“It is.” She nodded, resting her cheek on his chest, sighing and breathing in his scent with contentment as he held her right hand and wrapped his left arm around her waist, bringing her close and swaying gently to the soothing tone of the music playing. She was reminded of the first day they had met, and she had made him dance with her.
They stayed that way for a long time, just content to be alone together in a peaceful setting. She kept questioning whether or not this was real or just a dream or a crazy hallucination from the trauma she had just sustained? It felt real, but she knew it couldn’t possibly be. Her home had been destroyed years ago; same with Vegeta-sei.
It is real, he said.
“How?” She asked.
“Not sure,” he replied, playfully nipping and licking the base of her neck where her scar was from when he had claimed her. There are many aspects of the bond that are unknown. I have been trying to reach you however, and have been unsuccessful until now. I think we may have broken a new barrier.
“I talk to you every day, Vegeta,” she said, gripping either side of his face and forcing him to look at her. “I try and try and-”
“I know,” he said before cutting her off and kissing her within an inch of her life. I hear you,
“But I can't hear you?”
“For whatever reason, no.” he said, resuming his assault, but moving back down to her neck where he had been previously before she’d distracted him.
“How do I make it so I can hear you?” she asked, completely distracted now from his ministrations as her scientific mind began to swirl and try to think up some way to rectify this.
“Would you quit worrying about it and relax?” He growled. Your incessant scheming is ruining the mood. I did not seek you out to listen to you solve matters which cannot be fixed. I came here to ravish my mate now that we have been blessed the opportunity.
She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him as they began to sway gently to the music again. “Sorry,” she said. “I just, I try to talk to you every day and I never get a response. I need your guidance.”
“No, you do not.”
“Yes, Vegeta, I do!” She insisted rather harshly, wishing he would take her seriously. “I don't know what to do!”
“Yes, you do,” he said, halting his affections and looking at her. “You know what you are doing, you do not need me to tell you what to do, and you never have. Just finish what you initially started and everything else will fall into place.”
“I'm sorry,” she said as her emotions began to boil over. “I do need you. I'm so sorry!”
“Sorry for what?”
“For everything,” she cried. “I don't even know who I am anymore, Vegeta. I have done things, bad things; things that will condemn me to hell.”
“Nothing you could ever do would condemn you to hell, woman,” he said reassuringly. “If such a thing were to happen, I will take it up with the gods myself personally.”
She wanted to laugh at his haughtiness and she didn't doubt that he would give the gods a bad time but instead of a laugh, she sobbed. I've become such a horrible person, Vegeta.
I doubt that, Woman. You have done whatever you have done in order to stay alive. In doing that, you protect our son and you protect me. So longyou live, there is hope for us yet. He said with such conviction, she almost believed him. You do what you need to do and fuck everyone else who might stand in your way; you owe them nothing. I will spit on any gods that would dare condemn you to hell for that.
“You say that now,” she said sadly out loud, reaching up and cupping his cheek with her hand. “Do you even know why I am here? What happened to me?”
No, he replied, leaning in to kiss her again. But it must have been pretty serious that you were put into a regeneration tank.
“Is that where I am?”
Uhm-hmmm.
“So this isn't real?” she asked in disappointment.
“Oh it is real, woman,” he insisted again, his lips descending on her again where he began sucking and lightly nipping at her nearly bare shoulder.
“Vegeta, I need to know what you want me to do,” she said, twisting herself so that he would stop kissing her for a moment. “I'm working on a plan to get us all out; you, me, Trunks, Tarble and Dende.”
“Then do what you think is the right thing, woman. Just do not put yourself or the boy at risk.” Was all he said, shrugging, not deterred from expressing his physical affections on her.
“Well, it's going to be risky, Vegeta,” she said looking at him seriously. “I'm in a regeneration tank right now because of something that I needed to do. No, I suppose it wasn't necessary for my mission in getting us out of here, but it was something that I needed to do for me, and it didn't go quite as planned, obviously.”
He stopped kissing her and looked at her closely, his features troubled and she was relieved to finally get a real, true reaction from him. While she loved the distraction and appreciated his efforts to keep things light and care free and to keep her mind occupied from all the horribleness that had happened, hell she absolutely loved him for it! But she needed him to be serious. There were things that she needed to ask him now while she could.
“What happened?” He asked, his features clouded in deep concern.
It doesn't matter, she said, waving her hand in dismissal. “There was something I needed to take care of and I did, that's all that matters.”
“Someone hurt you.”
She nodded and looked away, swallowing the lump of emotion threatening to make itself known as thoughts of Jeyice began to plague her mind. It's done. I took a stand, I... it was harder than I thought it would be, but I'm past it.
She could not read the look on his face, but it wasn't a good look. Shame and fear washed through her; she was afraid that he would push her aside and tell her he did not want her anymore. “Vegeta, I'm not the same person I was before, I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm not, I've done things, bad things and I'm sorry--”
He took the sides of her face in both of his hands and kissed her deeply with such a scorching intensity that she forgot what she was saying. He imparted to her all his love, strength and pride he had in her, trying to erase her feelings of shame. If someone hurt you or caused you distress and you took them out, I could not be more proud of you. Especially since I cannot protect you, it is I that should be apologizing to you, it is I who should feel shame, not you, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I only wish that I could have seen it for myself.
She smiled at him despite her sadness.
He let her go but her took her hand, leading her towards her bed and her heart skipped a beat in anticipation of what he obviously had in mind, but she stopped mere meters from her bed as reality began to hit her with a ton of bricks and an odd sense of deja vu began to creep up as he lead her closer to her bed.
Vegeta gave her a questioning look at her sudden hesitancy.
Not here, she said, shaking her head at him, and she knew her face was a deep crimson and that she was being silly, but her heart began to pound as she stared at her bed and realized it wasn’t her bed in her old room, but it looked like the bed in Jeyice’s bedroom. Terror began to course through her and she began to feel anxious and claustrophobic as the entire room now took on the dark coloring and appearance of Jeyice’s bedroom in his quarters.
Bulma felt like she was trapped in a dungeon, despite Vegeta’s reassuring presence beside her. She felt trapped. As she began to feel a panic attack binning to take shape, she closed her eyes tight, took a deep breath and counted to ten before opening them again and there she was, in her old bedroom, in her home again with Vegeta. Still, the sudden needed to get out of that room as quickly as possible took over any possible feelings of desire for Vegeta that had been building inside of her the last few minutes together. “Take us back,” she whispered, closing the gap between them and kissing him on the mouth, wanting to get the bad memories and images out of her mind before they accidentally took shape again.
“Hmmn,” he grunted, kissing her back. Where?
Back to your island; the beach where it is sunny and warm and represents everything that is good. Where you brought me and we exchanged our vows before we made love for the first time and where we spent our last perfect moments together before all this hell took over, she said passionately. “This was my home and it holds fond memories, but your island on Vegeta-sei is my most favorite place in the universe. If we only have a few hours, I want to spend it there.”
“I can arrange that,” he chuckled dryly and in an instant they were there again.
Bulma smiled at him in delight. It was perfect! She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you,” she said between kisses all over his face.
He softly said something to her in his native language and it sounded so foreign to her because he almost never spoke in it, usually only when he was really angry.
What does that mean? She asked.
I belong to you, as you belong to me. He said, resting his forehead against hers. I love you, Woman. Don't ever forget that.
Bulma looked back at him, reeling in her emotions. Was this real? She asked herself again. Vegeta never told her that so easily. “I love you too.” She smiled at him. While he had been a little bit off this entire time, she was alright with that. He had told her he loved her more in these last few hours than the entire two years they had been together before everything.
She pulled down on his arm and she sat down in the sand. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her into him as they reclined on the sand.
Bulma rested the back of her head against his arm, in the crook of his elbow and closed her eyes in contentment, basking in the security of being in Vegeta’s arms again, the calmness of the waves and feeling the light, warm sun and breeze against her skin.
She felt Vegeta's hands tighten around her as he positioned her more comfortably in his arms. She smiled as she turned her head to look up at him. "Can we stay here forever?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Hmmmn," he grunted, brushing her cheek with his lips. "We still have a little time."
I can't leave you,
You can, you must.
“I can't go on.”
“You can, and you will. You have hope, don’t give up on it,” he said easily, confidently. “I will see you when this is all over and you find your way.”
Bulma closed her eyes and leaned back into him contentedly, not wanting this moment to end. She must have dozed off for some time because she felt him shake her gently. “You must go now.” He said softly, with a note of disappointment in his tone.
“No.”
“Stubborn woman,” he chuckled. “Be safe, my mate.”
“No! Don't go! I need you and I love you!” She cried, trying to grasp for him to keep him near to her but he was fading.
“And I you,” he said tenderly. “But take more care, do not find yourself in such a state again.”
“I don't know, if it results in me seeing you and spending time with you I may have to get myself severely injured more often,” she joked.
“Not funny,” he bristled. “Be careful.”
“I'll try,” she nodded, trying not to cry as she felt him beginning to leave her. “I love you!”
“I love you too, silly woman, do not fret. I am with you. You may not know it, you may not feel it, but I am with you.” He said and he sounded now like he was miles away. Be safe!
Bulma's eyes shot open and she felt water suctioning and swirling around herself and realized she was in a regeneration tank. She removed the oxygen mask covering her face once the water level had gone down to shoulder level and she looked around. In front of her was Dende and Doctor Gero. To her left, through the glass was Vegeta, still in a blissful slumber in his regeneration tank.
What the hell had that been? She asked herself. Has it been real or had it been part of her heavily drug induced coma?
Gero tossed her a towel and scowled at her reproachfully. "Dry yourself off you whore, we have work to do.”
"Excuse me?" She spat, glaring daggers at him. "But the last thing I remember was being raped by Jeyice and I stabbed him in the neck in self-defense."
"Right," Gero snorted. "And he stabbed you back and you nearly bled to death. If it hadn't been for the Namek, you'd be dead!"
Bulma looked at Dende and everything came back to her. “Is he dead?”
Dende nodded affirmatively, but did not speak.
Oh god, I’m free! She thought to herself in elation not caring about the potential consequences of her actions in that moment. “How long was I in there for?”
“An entire day!” Gero ranted. “Now clean yourself off and get back into the lab!”
Bulma didn't say anything, just gave Vegeta a sparing glance and left.
She closed the door to her room and looked at the mess still on the floor. Jeyice was gone, but there was still blood everywhere. It looked like a gruesome crime scene and she could not tell how much of the blood was hers and how much was Jeyice’s. Judging on the fact that he apparently had died, she assumed the majority of it had been his.
She picked up her knife on the floor, still gummy and covered in blood, and held it close. Vegeta had been right, she told herself. She didn’t need him to figure her way out of this. She had all the tools she needed. She had also overcome and gotten rid of the biggest obstacle holding her back. She had gotten rid of Jeyice. Even now, the event seemed blurry and surreal. She could barely remember the specifics of it. In a way, she was thankful the mess was still here. If it had been cleaned up, she’d have doubted that she’d actually gone through with it in the first place. This was proof. If she could kill someone, she could accomplish just about anything she set her mind to, she realized, feeling confidence radiating through her rather than guilt at having taken a life.
After taking the scene in for a long moment, she checked to make sure Jeyice’s gift was still there; it was. Placed on the coffee table where she’d left it. Quickly, she stashed it away in a capsule with her other hidden belongings before going into the bathroom and turning the shower on to warm up.
She looked at herself a long moment in the mirror. She swallowed hard as she slowly remembered what had happened with Jeyice and what she had dreamt while in the tank.had said that maybe they had broken a new barrier with the bond. Vegeta? She called out to him through their bond. Her stomach rolled and flipped and warmed instantly with hope and desire as she remembered their encounter. She wanted to thank him for his kind words and not discarding her.
She received no response.
As she still waited for the water to warm up, she removed her blood stained clothes and inspected her body. There was a long, mean looking red scar across her abdomen now and she wondered in dismay why the regeneration tank had not erased it completely? It was still very tender to the touch and looked as though it could split wide open if she wasn’t careful. She wondered if Gero had only allowed her to remain in there long enough to make sure she was healed enough to be let out?
She noticed her hand was back to being mangled as well and she turned in the mirror and frowned as she saw the scars on her back were there and so was the bite mark Jeyice had made on her breast.
Bulma hopped into the shower; her stomach still fluttering in excitement every time she even thought Vegeta's name. She tried a few more times to get some kind of response from him, but she got nothing in return. She was becoming increasingly frustrated. What she had felt and experienced was far too amazing and powerful for it to have not happened at all or to have been a figment of her imagination. She brought a hand down to her center and was not shocked to find herself wet and turned on. She sucked in a deep breath as she could have sworn she heard or rather felt Vegeta smirking at her. Now was not the time, she told herself as she finished washing herself thoroughly.
Hope he had kept saying. Don’t lose hope. She kept telling herself, trying to remember every detail of what he had said to her. He had said it so many times that it seemed to be the only thing that had imprinted on her mind. She felt like he had been trying to tell her something and she had missed it. What had he said?
“You know what you are doing, you do not need me to tell you what to do, and you never have. Just finish what you initially started and everything else will fall into place.” That was it. He had mentioned that and the word hope so many times. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she had named her time machine Hope, could it? She knew in her one sided conversations with him over the years that she had told him she called it Hope.
Was that what he had been trying to tell her? That it wasn’t a waste of time?
So be it, she told herself, exiting the shower and drying herself off. She needed to get back to work on her time machine for Vegeta in order to find their way out of here. It would be their key to escape, she was sure of that now.
No, it wouldn’t change anything, but going back might help her to figure out how to get herself and her family out of this mess. If she could go back and talk to Bardock or even have access to his lab, she was sure there would be something there to help her out with getting Vegeta out of the regeneration tank. God knew Dr. Gero wasn’t going to help her out with that.
With new determination and vigor, Bulma got dressed in clean clothes and left her small bedroom with a bounce in her step she had not felt in years. They were going to get out of here!
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Huge thank you to Dragonbabezee for taking the time to beta and give me her opinion on the last 3, very difficult chapters. I feel bad cause I always ask her to do the hard ones, never the good, nice ones!! If you haven’t already, please go check out her current story Never Ever Land! It’s full of fun and adventure and one of my favorite stories out there!
Thanks for reading!!
Butterflies & Hurricanes
Chapter 38
Warmth and the comfort of strong, familiar arms combined with a blissful feeling of weightlessness and waves of pleasure, comfort and pleasantness enveloped her entire body, soul and mind.
I'm free, she thought, clinging to the comfort of nearness and heat around her, never wanting it to abandon her. She could not remember the last time she had felt peace and contentment like this. Well, she could, but she refused to dwell on it; doing that only reminded her of everything she had lost. No, she could not think about it, not now.
Something inexplicable and amazing was happening to her and she needed it to never leave her. Even though she couldn't see anything, she could feel Him and smell Him. He was everywhere: around her, inside her, touching every inch of her body and giving her pleasure she hadn’t felt since the last time they’d been together, filling her up completely with his love and assurance that she was safe now. She still was not sure what this phenomenon was, but it didn’t matter; they were together again somehow. If this is what death feels like, sign me up.
Silly woman, you are positively not dead, he softly scolded her; his voice rough, yet smooth as velvet and hearing it after all this time made her heart flutter in longing and excitement. You have far too much to live for yet for you to die now and I am depending on you to not die. If you die, then so do I. Do not abandon hope.
I cannot go on, Vegeta, she said defeated, despite his urging her. If death brings us together like this, then it's worth it.
And what of our son? He asked harshly. You would abandon him?
He is strong, Vegeta, she said. Oh, how I wish you could meet him. He is strong and a good person, Vegeta. You would be so proud!
I know he is, of course he is strong and good, he admitted haughtily and she was about to take him to task for his arrogance but he spoke again before she had the chance. He has nothing but the best qualities of you and me running through him. How could he be anything less than good and strong?
I know.
Yet you would leave him to go on in these conditions? He asked accusingly.
I don't want to, Vegeta, no, she replied. He is strong, has a level head and a good heart. Somehow I was still able to impart that onto him despite barely being able to raise him myself. He doesn't need me.
He does, he firmly insisted. How could you think such a thing so absurd? You wish to abandon our son to be with me and yet think he has no use for you? You are wrong.
All I do is hold him back and make him worry, she said dejectedly. If I was to not make it, he would be devastated but it would be better for him in the long run. If he saw a chance to get out, he and Tarble could make a run of it without ruining their chances because of an obligation to take me with them. And I won't leave without you either so it is better this way, Vegeta. Come with me! I need you.
She felt him bristle in disapproval but he did not say anything further.
Where are we? She asked, still she could not see him, she could only feel him and the feelings of intense desire ripping through her soul. If I'm not dead, is this some form of limbo land or an amazing dream that I never want to awake from?
The bond.
I can feel you, but I can't see you, she said, clinging to his presence. It felt like he was so close to her; she could feel the very essence of him all around her and she reveled in it, but she wished she could see him.
Work at it, he replied. Search and try to break that wall, it has been so long that your mind is out of practice.
She tried, reaching and cleaving to him. His presence still washing over her being in waves. Can you see me?
Of course, he chuckled. Look, Bulma; really look and I will be found.
Bulma opened her eyes and her heart rejoiced as she saw Vegeta beside her, the look of absolute adoration and carefully checked emotion, causing his brow to furrow just a little as he held back his own emotions was a glorious sight to her. She flung her arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as she could, not wanting to let him go.
“I can’t believe this,” she cried against his neck, feeling overwhelmed. He felt real and smelled real. “I have so much I need to tell you, Vegeta. I don’t even know where to start…”
“Do not rush, we have a couple of hours,” he said easily, holding her tightly against him. She could feel his tail wrap itself leisurely around her waist.
“We do?”
“Uhm-hmm,” he grunted, burying his nose in her hair, taking in her scent.
“So this isn't real?” she asked, disappointment once again flooding through her. She so desperately wanted it to be real. If it wasn’t, then that meant she couldn’t stay with him.
“Oh it is real, Woman,”
“It's almost too good to be true,” she admitted. “But how?”
Enough with the questions, he said, squeezing her waist with his tail tightly. I do not want to waste what valuable time we do have left discussing it.
She let him go briefly as she looked around a moment later and realized that they were on Vegeta's island on Vegeta-sei. “How?” She asked, Vegeta-sei was long since gone. This is just a dream, she realized in disappointment.
“The bond,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her and resting his chin leisurely on her left shoulder.
She inhaled sharply in panic and went to cover her shoulder, not wanting him to see the scars marring her shoulder and back left over from her encounter with his father.
He took her hand and kissed the top of her fingers tenderly. Why are you anxious?
“I just… There's some ugly scars I don't want you to see.” She confessed.
“Hmmn,” he grunted, brushing his lips lightly along her shoulder. “I see no scars, woman, you are perfect.”
She frowned and looked at her right hand and realized for the first time that it was as good as new; her hair was long again as well, grown just a little bit past her shoulders. Her hand migrated to her abdomen as well, but there was no tenderness there. “Any injuries you may have sustained do not exist here,” he said. “This is how I see you, where I want to see you.”
“It is, it?” She asked slyly, realizing she was wearing a barely there silk negligee in royal blue that clung to her curves, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.Figures, she snorted inwardly but smiled at him. He was wearing nothing but a loose pair of black cotton pants that whipped gently with the breeze.looked as magnificent as always before all of this. He was whole and strong and well nourished.
“Where do you want to be?” He asked.
“I'm happy anywhere as long as I am with you,” she admitted truthfully, leaning back into his secure embrace.
“Think of a place you want to be and we can be there,” he said. “Show me someplace of your home world.”
It's that easy? She asked in awe and wondered why they hadn't done this before.
Anywhere, he confirmed.
She thought a moment and they were transported to the massive frontof Capsule Corporation.“This was my home,” she said, taking his hand and leading him in through the front door.
Bulma gave him a quick tour of the main floor before taking him into one of the large sitting rooms that had been her favorite to lounge in. She was completely caught up and overwhelmed, looking at everything and taking it all in that she nearly forgot all about Vegeta until he wrapped both arms and his tail snuggly around her waist, pulling her as tightly against him as he could. “Oh, Vegeta,” she sighed, turning around in his arms, kissing him and letting her tears fall as she herself practically drowned in his presence.
“Where is your bedroom?” He asked her in a husked tone against her lips as he continued to kiss her deeply.
"Out of this room, up the stairs and the first door on your left." She said, trying to step away from him to take him there, but he scooped her up in his arms.
They were there in a moment and he set her on the ground. “Your room was almost as large as mine,” he commented appreciatively as he looked around.
Bulma smiled at him as she took in the room. It was just as she remembered it, but then remembered of course it would! This was her memory.
She looked around the room, the feeling of nostalgia making her feel calm and at ease. As she looked through a few of her things, she turned on the stereo, playing a soft piano tune.
Walking up to Vegeta, she took his hand. “Dance with me,” she demanded, sliding an arm up and around his shoulder and leaned into him.
“Of all the things that you can show me or places to go and things we can do, this is what you choose to do with our time?” He asked in an accusing tone, betraying his thinly veiled amusement at her silly, random choice.
“It is.” She nodded, resting her cheek on his chest, sighing and breathing in his scent with contentment as he held her right hand and wrapped his left arm around her waist, bringing her close and swaying gently to the soothing tone of the music playing. She was reminded of the first day they had met, and she had made him dance with her.
They stayed that way for a long time, just content to be alone together in a peaceful setting. She kept questioning whether or not this was real or just a dream or a crazy hallucination from the trauma she had just sustained? It felt real, but she knew it couldn’t possibly be. Her home had been destroyed years ago; same with Vegeta-sei.
It is real, he said.
“How?” She asked.
“Not sure,” he replied, playfully nipping and licking the base of her neck where her scar was from when he had claimed her. There are many aspects of the bond that are unknown. I have been trying to reach you however, and have been unsuccessful until now. I think we may have broken a new barrier.
“I talk to you every day, Vegeta,” she said, gripping either side of his face and forcing him to look at her. “I try and try and-”
“I know,” he said before cutting her off and kissing her within an inch of her life. I hear you,
“But I can't hear you?”
“For whatever reason, no.” he said, resuming his assault, but moving back down to her neck where he had been previously before she’d distracted him.
“How do I make it so I can hear you?” she asked, completely distracted now from his ministrations as her scientific mind began to swirl and try to think up some way to rectify this.
“Would you quit worrying about it and relax?” He growled. Your incessant scheming is ruining the mood. I did not seek you out to listen to you solve matters which cannot be fixed. I came here to ravish my mate now that we have been blessed the opportunity.
She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him as they began to sway gently to the music again. “Sorry,” she said. “I just, I try to talk to you every day and I never get a response. I need your guidance.”
“No, you do not.”
“Yes, Vegeta, I do!” She insisted rather harshly, wishing he would take her seriously. “I don't know what to do!”
“Yes, you do,” he said, halting his affections and looking at her. “You know what you are doing, you do not need me to tell you what to do, and you never have. Just finish what you initially started and everything else will fall into place.”
“I'm sorry,” she said as her emotions began to boil over. “I do need you. I'm so sorry!”
“Sorry for what?”
“For everything,” she cried. “I don't even know who I am anymore, Vegeta. I have done things, bad things; things that will condemn me to hell.”
“Nothing you could ever do would condemn you to hell, woman,” he said reassuringly. “If such a thing were to happen, I will take it up with the gods myself personally.”
She wanted to laugh at his haughtiness and she didn't doubt that he would give the gods a bad time but instead of a laugh, she sobbed. I've become such a horrible person, Vegeta.
I doubt that, Woman. You have done whatever you have done in order to stay alive. In doing that, you protect our son and you protect me. So longyou live, there is hope for us yet. He said with such conviction, she almost believed him. You do what you need to do and fuck everyone else who might stand in your way; you owe them nothing. I will spit on any gods that would dare condemn you to hell for that.
“You say that now,” she said sadly out loud, reaching up and cupping his cheek with her hand. “Do you even know why I am here? What happened to me?”
No, he replied, leaning in to kiss her again. But it must have been pretty serious that you were put into a regeneration tank.
“Is that where I am?”
Uhm-hmmm.
“So this isn't real?” she asked in disappointment.
“Oh it is real, woman,” he insisted again, his lips descending on her again where he began sucking and lightly nipping at her nearly bare shoulder.
“Vegeta, I need to know what you want me to do,” she said, twisting herself so that he would stop kissing her for a moment. “I'm working on a plan to get us all out; you, me, Trunks, Tarble and Dende.”
“Then do what you think is the right thing, woman. Just do not put yourself or the boy at risk.” Was all he said, shrugging, not deterred from expressing his physical affections on her.
“Well, it's going to be risky, Vegeta,” she said looking at him seriously. “I'm in a regeneration tank right now because of something that I needed to do. No, I suppose it wasn't necessary for my mission in getting us out of here, but it was something that I needed to do for me, and it didn't go quite as planned, obviously.”
He stopped kissing her and looked at her closely, his features troubled and she was relieved to finally get a real, true reaction from him. While she loved the distraction and appreciated his efforts to keep things light and care free and to keep her mind occupied from all the horribleness that had happened, hell she absolutely loved him for it! But she needed him to be serious. There were things that she needed to ask him now while she could.
“What happened?” He asked, his features clouded in deep concern.
It doesn't matter, she said, waving her hand in dismissal. “There was something I needed to take care of and I did, that's all that matters.”
“Someone hurt you.”
She nodded and looked away, swallowing the lump of emotion threatening to make itself known as thoughts of Jeyice began to plague her mind. It's done. I took a stand, I... it was harder than I thought it would be, but I'm past it.
She could not read the look on his face, but it wasn't a good look. Shame and fear washed through her; she was afraid that he would push her aside and tell her he did not want her anymore. “Vegeta, I'm not the same person I was before, I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm not, I've done things, bad things and I'm sorry--”
He took the sides of her face in both of his hands and kissed her deeply with such a scorching intensity that she forgot what she was saying. He imparted to her all his love, strength and pride he had in her, trying to erase her feelings of shame. If someone hurt you or caused you distress and you took them out, I could not be more proud of you. Especially since I cannot protect you, it is I that should be apologizing to you, it is I who should feel shame, not you, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I only wish that I could have seen it for myself.
She smiled at him despite her sadness.
He let her go but her took her hand, leading her towards her bed and her heart skipped a beat in anticipation of what he obviously had in mind, but she stopped mere meters from her bed as reality began to hit her with a ton of bricks and an odd sense of deja vu began to creep up as he lead her closer to her bed.
Vegeta gave her a questioning look at her sudden hesitancy.
Not here, she said, shaking her head at him, and she knew her face was a deep crimson and that she was being silly, but her heart began to pound as she stared at her bed and realized it wasn’t her bed in her old room, but it looked like the bed in Jeyice’s bedroom. Terror began to course through her and she began to feel anxious and claustrophobic as the entire room now took on the dark coloring and appearance of Jeyice’s bedroom in his quarters.
Bulma felt like she was trapped in a dungeon, despite Vegeta’s reassuring presence beside her. She felt trapped. As she began to feel a panic attack binning to take shape, she closed her eyes tight, took a deep breath and counted to ten before opening them again and there she was, in her old bedroom, in her home again with Vegeta. Still, the sudden needed to get out of that room as quickly as possible took over any possible feelings of desire for Vegeta that had been building inside of her the last few minutes together. “Take us back,” she whispered, closing the gap between them and kissing him on the mouth, wanting to get the bad memories and images out of her mind before they accidentally took shape again.
“Hmmn,” he grunted, kissing her back. Where?
Back to your island; the beach where it is sunny and warm and represents everything that is good. Where you brought me and we exchanged our vows before we made love for the first time and where we spent our last perfect moments together before all this hell took over, she said passionately. “This was my home and it holds fond memories, but your island on Vegeta-sei is my most favorite place in the universe. If we only have a few hours, I want to spend it there.”
“I can arrange that,” he chuckled dryly and in an instant they were there again.
Bulma smiled at him in delight. It was perfect! She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you,” she said between kisses all over his face.
He softly said something to her in his native language and it sounded so foreign to her because he almost never spoke in it, usually only when he was really angry.
What does that mean? She asked.
I belong to you, as you belong to me. He said, resting his forehead against hers. I love you, Woman. Don't ever forget that.
Bulma looked back at him, reeling in her emotions. Was this real? She asked herself again. Vegeta never told her that so easily. “I love you too.” She smiled at him. While he had been a little bit off this entire time, she was alright with that. He had told her he loved her more in these last few hours than the entire two years they had been together before everything.
She pulled down on his arm and she sat down in the sand. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her into him as they reclined on the sand.
Bulma rested the back of her head against his arm, in the crook of his elbow and closed her eyes in contentment, basking in the security of being in Vegeta’s arms again, the calmness of the waves and feeling the light, warm sun and breeze against her skin.
She felt Vegeta's hands tighten around her as he positioned her more comfortably in his arms. She smiled as she turned her head to look up at him. "Can we stay here forever?" She asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Hmmmn," he grunted, brushing her cheek with his lips. "We still have a little time."
I can't leave you,
You can, you must.
“I can't go on.”
“You can, and you will. You have hope, don’t give up on it,” he said easily, confidently. “I will see you when this is all over and you find your way.”
Bulma closed her eyes and leaned back into him contentedly, not wanting this moment to end. She must have dozed off for some time because she felt him shake her gently. “You must go now.” He said softly, with a note of disappointment in his tone.
“No.”
“Stubborn woman,” he chuckled. “Be safe, my mate.”
“No! Don't go! I need you and I love you!” She cried, trying to grasp for him to keep him near to her but he was fading.
“And I you,” he said tenderly. “But take more care, do not find yourself in such a state again.”
“I don't know, if it results in me seeing you and spending time with you I may have to get myself severely injured more often,” she joked.
“Not funny,” he bristled. “Be careful.”
“I'll try,” she nodded, trying not to cry as she felt him beginning to leave her. “I love you!”
“I love you too, silly woman, do not fret. I am with you. You may not know it, you may not feel it, but I am with you.” He said and he sounded now like he was miles away. Be safe!
Bulma's eyes shot open and she felt water suctioning and swirling around herself and realized she was in a regeneration tank. She removed the oxygen mask covering her face once the water level had gone down to shoulder level and she looked around. In front of her was Dende and Doctor Gero. To her left, through the glass was Vegeta, still in a blissful slumber in his regeneration tank.
What the hell had that been? She asked herself. Has it been real or had it been part of her heavily drug induced coma?
Gero tossed her a towel and scowled at her reproachfully. "Dry yourself off you whore, we have work to do.”
"Excuse me?" She spat, glaring daggers at him. "But the last thing I remember was being raped by Jeyice and I stabbed him in the neck in self-defense."
"Right," Gero snorted. "And he stabbed you back and you nearly bled to death. If it hadn't been for the Namek, you'd be dead!"
Bulma looked at Dende and everything came back to her. “Is he dead?”
Dende nodded affirmatively, but did not speak.
Oh god, I’m free! She thought to herself in elation not caring about the potential consequences of her actions in that moment. “How long was I in there for?”
“An entire day!” Gero ranted. “Now clean yourself off and get back into the lab!”
Bulma didn't say anything, just gave Vegeta a sparing glance and left.
She closed the door to her room and looked at the mess still on the floor. Jeyice was gone, but there was still blood everywhere. It looked like a gruesome crime scene and she could not tell how much of the blood was hers and how much was Jeyice’s. Judging on the fact that he apparently had died, she assumed the majority of it had been his.
She picked up her knife on the floor, still gummy and covered in blood, and held it close. Vegeta had been right, she told herself. She didn’t need him to figure her way out of this. She had all the tools she needed. She had also overcome and gotten rid of the biggest obstacle holding her back. She had gotten rid of Jeyice. Even now, the event seemed blurry and surreal. She could barely remember the specifics of it. In a way, she was thankful the mess was still here. If it had been cleaned up, she’d have doubted that she’d actually gone through with it in the first place. This was proof. If she could kill someone, she could accomplish just about anything she set her mind to, she realized, feeling confidence radiating through her rather than guilt at having taken a life.
After taking the scene in for a long moment, she checked to make sure Jeyice’s gift was still there; it was. Placed on the coffee table where she’d left it. Quickly, she stashed it away in a capsule with her other hidden belongings before going into the bathroom and turning the shower on to warm up.
She looked at herself a long moment in the mirror. She swallowed hard as she slowly remembered what had happened with Jeyice and what she had dreamt while in the tank.had said that maybe they had broken a new barrier with the bond. Vegeta? She called out to him through their bond. Her stomach rolled and flipped and warmed instantly with hope and desire as she remembered their encounter. She wanted to thank him for his kind words and not discarding her.
She received no response.
As she still waited for the water to warm up, she removed her blood stained clothes and inspected her body. There was a long, mean looking red scar across her abdomen now and she wondered in dismay why the regeneration tank had not erased it completely? It was still very tender to the touch and looked as though it could split wide open if she wasn’t careful. She wondered if Gero had only allowed her to remain in there long enough to make sure she was healed enough to be let out?
She noticed her hand was back to being mangled as well and she turned in the mirror and frowned as she saw the scars on her back were there and so was the bite mark Jeyice had made on her breast.
Bulma hopped into the shower; her stomach still fluttering in excitement every time she even thought Vegeta's name. She tried a few more times to get some kind of response from him, but she got nothing in return. She was becoming increasingly frustrated. What she had felt and experienced was far too amazing and powerful for it to have not happened at all or to have been a figment of her imagination. She brought a hand down to her center and was not shocked to find herself wet and turned on. She sucked in a deep breath as she could have sworn she heard or rather felt Vegeta smirking at her. Now was not the time, she told herself as she finished washing herself thoroughly.
Hope he had kept saying. Don’t lose hope. She kept telling herself, trying to remember every detail of what he had said to her. He had said it so many times that it seemed to be the only thing that had imprinted on her mind. She felt like he had been trying to tell her something and she had missed it. What had he said?
“You know what you are doing, you do not need me to tell you what to do, and you never have. Just finish what you initially started and everything else will fall into place.” That was it. He had mentioned that and the word hope so many times. It couldn’t be a coincidence that she had named her time machine Hope, could it? She knew in her one sided conversations with him over the years that she had told him she called it Hope.
Was that what he had been trying to tell her? That it wasn’t a waste of time?
So be it, she told herself, exiting the shower and drying herself off. She needed to get back to work on her time machine for Vegeta in order to find their way out of here. It would be their key to escape, she was sure of that now.
No, it wouldn’t change anything, but going back might help her to figure out how to get herself and her family out of this mess. If she could go back and talk to Bardock or even have access to his lab, she was sure there would be something there to help her out with getting Vegeta out of the regeneration tank. God knew Dr. Gero wasn’t going to help her out with that.
With new determination and vigor, Bulma got dressed in clean clothes and left her small bedroom with a bounce in her step she had not felt in years. They were going to get out of here!
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Huge thank you to Dragonbabezee for taking the time to beta and give me her opinion on the last 3, very difficult chapters. I feel bad cause I always ask her to do the hard ones, never the good, nice ones!! If you haven’t already, please go check out her current story Never Ever Land! It’s full of fun and adventure and one of my favorite stories out there!
Thanks for reading!!