Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Could it be any Harder ❯ Could It Be Any Harder ( One-Shot )

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Could It Be Any Harder

I stared at him with our son sobbing in my arms. It was like he sensed the fear in my heart, as I pleaded with his father. "Vegeta!" I began my argument with him over again. There was no way he was going to listen to me, and I knew that in the depths of my soul. "Please." With hardly any thought other then Vegeta's safety in my mind, I shoved a soaking wet Trunks into Yamcha's arms. I felt the tears rising in my eyes as I chased Saiyan Prince's stubborn ass down the hall. "Please just listen to me for a second."

"There is nothing to talk about." Vegeta reached the gravity room and opened the door. "You heard that worthless baka, Yamcha." He pulled his arm from my clinching grip. "The Namek is dead. These Androids are looking for a fight. Well I am going to give it to them."

I knew where he was headed without even thinking about it, and in the midst of a new strength born of fear and determination, I threw myself, bodily, over the locker that contained his Saiyan armor. "That is my point!" I looked up, my eyes clashing with his. The weight of his annoyance was resting there in the dark onyx orbs. "Piccolo is dead, Vegeta. Would you stop and think for a moment?" I was growing agitated with his head strong, macho male, testosterone driven ways. When he got like this there was no reasoning with him. "It means the Dragon Balls are gone as well."

He caught my meaning almost immediately. "Are you saying I am going to fail, woman?" DAMN HIM! I knew he would take it like that. I could feel the rage radiating from his being, as he stepped toward me with a clenched fist. "Are you forgetting who I am!?"

I shook my head from side to side, the waves of aqua hair slapping softly against my cheeks. How could I make him understand? "No, Vegeta. All I am saying is that I do not want you getting hurt. These androids managed to kill Piccolo." I leaned forward, and was unaware that my shirt did a bit more then gapped open. I failed to notice the quick tensing of his body. Since my eyes were pinned with absolution on his. "Just wait for the others to back you up. That is all I am asking"

The smirk flashed over his face, and he pulled me away from the locker and against his muscular chest. "The concern you show your mate is touching." The warmth of his lips on mine sent a ripple of lust through me. I cursed him mentally for judging my body's reaction to him so perfectly. Well, two could play at this game, I thought. Reaching up and grabbing the back of his head to yank him forcefully against me, my body lifted, molding its every curve to his. I was desperate to keep him with me. If this was the only way to stall him so be it.

"Woman, You are distracting me." He rasped in my ear as his hands found their way under my shirt to frame my sides in a steely grip. I drew in air between clenched teeth as I felt the yearning for him to lift fingers higher, and touch my straining breasts.

In response to that thought, I closed my eyes and recounted mentally the numerous erotic images of us in the throes of passion through out the last short years. The delicate touch of my hand trailed down to play with the bond on his neck. Vegeta shook forcefully under the strain of his desire. "I am sorry." I whispered in a sultry tone, even though I was anything but sorry for what I was doing to him. "Still." I gave him a pouty look, "it is not my fault that Saiyans are so lusty and desirable." Then tilting my head back, I let him see the shining light in the blueness of my eyes. The soft white column of my throat exposed to him. "At least that is the way my Saiyan is."

The control shattered with those words and I was shoved back against the locker. The sheer force of the impact stole the breath from my body. Vegeta did not give me a single moment to recover as he attacked me with a fierce kiss that ravaged my mouth. It was a dangerous thing to purposely invoke the heat of a Saiyan's desire, and yet I welcomed it. I wanted to be set aflame and burned to ash in his hands. His hands, they were to drive me wild as they pushed up the material of my shirt and twisted the material of my satiny bra until it gave way before him. I knew he was pleased with the sight I presented before him by the low purring that emerged from deep in his chest. Satisfaction was dancing over me at the reverberation. I knew better then to mention the rumbling sound to him. He would simply deny it. I smiled wickedly, as I pulled at his shirt, safe in the knowledge that he was absolutely in my power.

Or perhaps it was the other way around. Vegeta's hot breath trailed over my neck to blow in my ear. I shook with delight and giggled. He had learned long ago that I absolutely loved that. I twisted my head to the side so that I could see the smug look enveloping his features. "Oooh." I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. "You are far too pleased with yourself."

"Not as pleased as you will be here shortly." The words were accentuated by the feeling of his hips pressing hard against me. I gasped a bit to realize just how quickly he had been inflamed. I was stunned for a moment, but his hand curling into the waistband of my jeans broke that trance. It was only one sharp tug and the button sprang lose and the zipper gave away as the pants slid downward over my hips dragging my red bikinis with them.

"Vegeta!" I pushed at him with my palms flat on the hard rippling muscles of his stomach. Just touching them was burning me with the desire to run my tongue over them. All this time and we still had the passion of a new love. I was so blessed, but now was not the time to give thanks. There would be time enough for that after, if I remembered, bad me.

"Woman," the rumbling sound of Vegeta's voice was changed with the force of his need. I always love knowing that no other woman on the planet knew the husky sound of his impassioned tones. "If you think I am stopping now you have to be kidding me."

"We have not even locked the door." I sighed as his lips dropped to my breasts and capture one dusty rose nipple between firm lips. He grunted at the knowledge, but persisted in his course of action. "VEGETA!!" I had no idea what I was yelling at him for any more. What ever I had just said to him fled from my mind as his fingers slipped down to caress me.

He chuckled at the jerking cry that was emitted from my throat. As he moved one long slender finger into the soft wetness he whispered into my ear. "What were you saying, woman?"

I grabbed his shouldered for support as my knees wobbled and threatened to give way beneath me. "I said." I rasped out. "That you need to stop teasing me and give me what I want." My nails bit into his flesh and I knew I was leaving marks.

"Demanding mate." He pinned me to the locker, pressing my back against the cold metal, and I was about to protest admittedly. That was cut off by the swiftness of his entrance within the velvety folds.

I screamed, he groaned. Then, he set the rhythm of his hips against mine. I caught myself on the verge of begging him to move faster. I knew that was what he wanted of me. He liked to exhaust every facet of my control before allowing me to find a release. Each thrust was drawling me closer and closer to my goal.

The sudden slam of his hand hitting the locker jerked my body and he growled like some primal animal. It was then he picked up his pace, leaving me helpless to do anything but cling to him until I was trembling with my release. Vegeta followed with a roar that exploded from his chest.

As he released me I sank to the floor, too weak to move a muscle as his chest heaved trying to regain his breath.

"Woman." He panted looking down at me. "You should stop doing that to me."

I closed my eyes and felt the euphoric feeling swallowing my being. "Give me one good reason why."

Not much later Vegeta set me on our bed and leaned over me with seriousness in his eyes. "Woman, I am ordering you not to worry. I will handle these androids and return."

"I still think you should take some back up with you." I frowned and gave him my most pleading look.

"That would take to much time." He stood up leaning over me, and I stared at his form. He wore the blue spandex and the Saiyan armor that I had seen him in on countless occasions, but for some reason this time he seemed more, what was the word, noble? How could I not have faith that my invincible warrior would return to me? He saw my thoughts in my eyes and nodded. "I will be back shortly." With that, he walked out the bedroom door. With a little sigh I sank back down into my sheet, not knowing that was the last time I would see my mate.

You left me with goodbye and open arms

a cut so deep I don't deserve

You were always invincible in my eyes

The only thing against us now is time

"Honey, You have a phone call." My mother's voice crackled over the PA system in my room, jolting me form the restful slumber.

I frowned at the irritating machine and rolled over and grabbed the phone. "It's ok mom." I tried to keep the yawn from my voice. "I got it." After I heard the click of the extension being set down I spoke. "Hello?"

"Bulma…" the wavering voice was hardly recognizable to me.

I sat up running a hand though my hair and gave a puzzled look at my wall. "Who is this?" I blinked a few time and focused on the clock. I had slept longer then I had thought.

A ragged sigh was followed by ChiChi's voice. "Bulma. I have some bad news."

It was at that moment I knew something had gone horribly wrong. "Chichi? Where are you?"

"I am at the hospital in West City with Gohan." I could hear the anguish in her voice and my heart wept for her. "It's very serious. They don't think he will…" another choking sob was followed by a "How soon can you get here?"

I flipped off the bed and was pulling on my socks as the receiver was cradled between my shoulder and ear. "I am on my way now." Then I had to ask. The curiosity was killing me. "What happened to him?"

"It was the Androids, Bulma," Chichi answered. Her heavy breathing on the phone was the opposite of my reactions as I strained to breathe. "They are all gone Bulma. I am sorry to tell you like this." Her voice was shaking making it almost impossible to make out what she was saying. "But they are all gone."

"V… V… Vegeta?" I forced the name from my lips and listened to the dead silence on the other end of the phone. "Chichi, Tell me DAMN YOU! Tell me where he is! I know you know!"

ChiChi's voice was hardly above a whisper as she answered. "Bulma I am so sorry."

A primal scream ripped from my chest and I threw the phone across the room as if it were scorching in my palm. I watched as it hit the wall in slow motion and flew apart. It's plastic casing and tiny components showering the room like the broken fragments of my life. It was now a life that was devoid of my beloved Prince, the father of my son, the keeper of my heart.

I was unaware that I was still screaming until my door burst open and my father ran in shouting my name. Even those loving arms, that had been there for me my entire life, did not take away the devastation that was reaping its way through out my soul. I wished I could pass out and escape the pain of these moments as the desolation rose up to consume me. My heart was pounding as if it might explode at any moment. I did not know that what I was feeling was the breaking of a bond. The bond that Vegeta and I had formed shortly after he had accepted the fact that I was pregnant with Trunks. I was sure if he had known that things would turn out this way he would never have formed this attachment to me. For that I was thankful even though, now I was in paralyzing agony, it was worth it to experience the closeness and total understanding of what a Saiyan bond could bring.

The tears were falling like huge droplets of rain and mixed the blood that was seeping from the healing bite mark on my neck. I leaned forward to rested my forehead on my father's chest, watching as the mixture of hopelessness splattered on to my clinched fists

"Vegeta." I whispered his name, with earnest despair. "Come back."

Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,

Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true

If I only had one more day

Gohan had been able to return home not long after the incident, thanks to the senzu beans I kept around the house for Vegeta. I was having a lot of trouble adjusting to the loss. My parents had taken Trunks with them for the night and I was sure he was tucked away for the night by the time I got in. It was a good thing because the first thing I went for was sadly, the liquor cabinet. I wish that I could say I was stronger then that, but all I wanted to do was purge the memories of the day from my mind.

Adding to my torture, my hand pulled the first bottle to fall out and I looked at the bottle with disgust. Crown Royal. Yamcha had brought the bottle over and given it to Vegeta right after Trunks was born. Vegeta had refused to touch the stuff. I liked to think because it was the first time anyone had given him anything like that, and he wanted to keep it around. I turned the bottle in my hands and the visions of Yamcha played through my head. He had been a dear friend to me and he was gone as well, all those years and memories. I had thought it was hard when we had lost Goku. We had all waited outside the house for the news on his condition.

I set the bottle down and pulled out vodka and a glass. "Ahh Goku, they are all with you now." I slammed the glass on the table and twisted the cap with venom. I poured the first glass and held it to the ceiling "Thanks for fucking forgetting me!" I tied to hold back the tears and spat bitterly, "AGAIN! That is all you guys were ever good for!" I downed the entire contents of the glass in one huge fiery gulp.

I wondered if it was evil of me to be so mad at them? It was not like they wanted to die. Then again Vegeta's last words rolled through my head. "That would take to much time. I will be back shortly." I said the words out loud with slow deliberation. I took another drink and mused over it. "Shortly my ass!"

The alcohol began to kick in and I was starting to fell restless sitting there with the glass in my hand. I held it out to my side and let it fall to the floor, basking in the sound of its destruction. Grabbing the bottle off the table I slid off the stool and crunched the remains under my tennis shoes. I swayed and grabbed the counter for support. Once the world stopped spinning I stalked off to my lab, vodka in hand.

As I entered the room I realized that most of the items I was working on were now practically useless. As I looked around the room I realized with a sinking heart my world revolved around Vegeta more then even I had suspected during his life. Just about every thing in my lab was for his benefit. Training robots were on the main table waiting to be repaired, and a new generation of that model was on my diagram board. I could see where I had improved them with a new alloy base metal to absorb more of the deadly ki. How I had went on about how it would give me more free time. No more fixing the robots on a daily basis. I was such a fool. I would give any thing for Vegeta to be in the gravity room smashing the hell out of the damn things.

Even my work would have to go in a different direction, right along with my life. It did not seem fair. It had not been twelve hours since Vegeta had held me in his arms and kissed me so passionately and full of life. I pulled the vodka bottle to my lips at the pain the memories were beating me with. There would never be another Vegeta. He had been the last of his race. On a more selfish note, I would never know the sexual satisfaction I had gathered in his embrace. There was no one that had a chance of comparing to my dark lover. It was an added slap to know that not only have I lost my mate, but also I would never know such joy again. There was no picking up and moving on for me. Narrowing my eyes I knew that thought called for another drink. If only there were a way to go back those mere hours I had slept away and convinced Vegeta NOT TO GO!

I froze and looked around the room. Maybe I was just really drunk, because it suddenly did not seem so unrealistic to build a time machine to me. I tossed the bottle to the waste can and sat at my desk, picking up a pencil.

I lie down and blind myself with laughter

A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing

And how I wish that I could turn back the hours

But I know I just don't have the power

My head was resting in the curve of my arm as I slept on my desk. It was a sweet soft floating feeling of relaxation as I felt the hand brush my cheek and turned my head away from it muttering, "Leave me alone."

"Woman this is not the place for you right now." The words crumbled my heart. The tone they were uttered in, the husky rhythms of the each syllable. It was like a miracle and my eyes widened.

My head shot up and I glanced around the darkness. "Vegeta?" I could still feel the sensation of that hand on my cheek; my hand raised up to cup it. Had I dreamed it?

I looked down and saw the bottle I had tossed in to the garbage staring back up at me. Then to the diagram on the paper before me, several book were strewn about the surface of my desk. Some time during my project development I had lost consciousness.

I looked at my notes and felt my stomach clench. If what I was looking at was right, it would be possible to travel in time. Still it was not something I was going to be doing any time soon. It would take lots of dedication and research. Something I just could not give at the moment.

I stood up and sank right back down into my chair. Damn, I was so weak. I realized I had yet to eat or drink anything, aside my Vodka fit, since I had gotten the news. "Maybe I should just stay here and die." I rested my spinning head on the desk and looked to the floor.

"You would leave our son alone?" the voice came again in my mind like the pounding of a large drum. "I did not think I had taken a mate that was so weak in spirit. Did you fool me, woman?"

"You left me alone." I answered quietly. "You chose your stubborn pride over me and our son. So like you have any room to talk."

Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,

Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true

If I only had one more day

"You need to get some food, and rest. You are not taking care of yourself." Vegeta stepped out of the shadows, and I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye. The eerie white light that was floating around him like a light white mist.

My heart raced and I jolted in the chair. I was scrambling back from him and fell from the cushioned seat to the hard floor, and then moved back some more as he advanced on me. "Vegeta! I thought you were dead!" I trembled. It was not the trembling of joy or fear. It was something unnamed and deep that shook my core as I watched him come to stand over me with a sad look in his eyes.

"I am dead." The words were like a dagger in my heart. "I have come to you for the night, like a dream. Unlike the others I will not be granted access to heaven. I have done too many evil things in my lifetime for that honor, Bulma."

His hand was lowered to me and I grabbed it and was hauled up against his chest. He did not feel like a dream. He felt solid and whole. Yes he was not as warm as he normally was; it was like he had just come inside from a chilly day. "I do not understand." I whispered as I clung to him. "What are they going to do with you?"

I felt him flinch and knew I was not going to like his words. "I will be sent to HFIL for a time, to atone for my sins. Since I have helped the forces of good as well as evil, I will not have to remain there for eternity. They will erase my memories of this life and I will be reborn to try again."

"BUT!" I strived for control as I pulled away. "But then you will not remember me! Or Trunks!"

"I am lost to you both. The dye has been cast Bulma. Because of this, Kakkarot interceded with King Yemma for me and I am allowed this one last night to say my good byes." Vegeta cupped my face and kissed me softly. "After this I will never return to you, my beloved mate."

I'd jump at the chance,

We'd drink and we'd dance

And I'd listen close to your every word,

As if it's your last, well I know it's your last,

Cause today, oh, you're gone

I stared at him in complete shock. This could not be happening. How could he spring this on me? It was just not fair; I could have gone years on the hope of seeing him in other world. Now even that dream was crushed and tossed away from me. "It can't be." Breathing was becoming harder as, I threw my arms around him and clung for all I was worth. "I won't let you leave me. I love you so much Vegeta! I cannot stand this."

He never said a word as he lifted me against his chest and carried me from the room. I knew where we were headed. It was the only place he ever carried me off to. It seemed so strange that I was dreading the time when we reached our destination. The specter that held me close to him would vanish with the dawn. I lifted my chin and stared into his black eyes. "Vegeta." It was all I could manage to say before the sobs broke free.

I clung to his shirt as he kicked the door to our room open and carried me to our bed. It was like a tradition that he would toss me on to its softness, and them follow me down with passion in his eyes. This time Vegeta broke that tradition and sat down instead. He held me against his chest, as I listened to his ragged breathing. This was not as easy for him as he was trying to make it seem. All that pain was wrapped up and suppressed in a cover for my benefit. He was fooling himself if he thought I did not know this already. The strong arms wrapped around me, as if he too was scared of what would happen if he let me go.

"Don't leave me." I whispered my silent demand into his skin.

The grip turned crushing and he pulled me as close as he could, I felt the bones in my arms compressing under the strain of his embrace. Vegeta's face dropped into my hair and I felt and heard the ragged sob "I don't have any choice in the matter."

Could it be any harder to live my life without you,

Could it be any harder, I am all alone I am all alone

When our lips met it was a bittersweetness that I had never felt before. I lifted my hands to run them through his hair. My tongue trailed across his mouth and insisted that he open to me.

"I was not sent back for this Bulma." He groaned trying to pull back.

I shook my head and trailed my fingers down over his chest. "I do not care what you were sent here for, Vegeta. No one is going to tell me that this is the last time in creation that I will have your body in my arms and that I am not allowed to make the best of each second."

That deep purr erupted from his chest and I knew that I had swayed him to my way of thinking. He let gravity pull him back on to the bed and I found my body sprawled over him. The connection of our bodies as they lay there was like a miracle in itself. All I could think of was how many times I had pressed him down to the bed just like this. Never again, this was the last time I would get the chance. It was my turn to growl. Vegeta moved under me. It was his turn to be shocked by my actions. I suddenly felt like I was the possessor and he was my possession. My hands locked on his wrists and I pinned them over his head as I climbed on to his chest. My aggressive nature was taking over.

Vegeta sighed as I leaned over him to trail tiny butterfly kisses over his face and moved lower on my lover. My hands swept slowly down his arms. I purposely let my nails drag after them. The soft pads of my fingers tingling touch followed quickly by the sharp tugging. The sigh gave way to a deep moan. I was encouraged by his reaction and left my tongue lap at the curve of his neck.

Vegeta moved his hands to grasp my hips trying to pull me astride him, but I shook him off. I looked at him and gave him a curt "NO" before turning my attention back to the sensitive nipple.

Vegeta growled at me, but that was short lived as I moved lower and he realized my true intent. Every fiber of his being changed in that instant, and his hands slipped into my hair.

I left one hand lower to his pulsing erection and then encircled it. My grip was firm as I move up and down, gently massaging the firm flesh of his arousal.

The fingers in my hair grasped more tightly and were accompanied by a load moan. I slowed my movement until I was at a stop. Then I lifted my chin so that my eyes met his. I lowered my head to take him fully into my mouth. My tongue rolled over the tingling tip and I heard him rasp and crying out.

I loved that sound! I basked in it. I knew that he was straining for control. I knew that he wanted to pull me up by my hair, level me over him, and plunge to the hilt. I continued to tease and torment him to a new state torturous pleasure.

It was then I heard it. "BULMA…PLEASE…" My heart leapt at the words ripped from his throat. I rose over him and settled my self to the hilt of his enlarged length.

Vegeta gripped my hips and held on tight with my rise and fall over him. All too soon even that became too much for him to bear and he flipped me over so that he was looming over me. He moved within me with serious determination. He was sweating and fighting for control. The droplets of sweat were rolling over his body and splattering on me as he rocked harder and harder. I tossed my head back and cried out my pleasure. The darkness was broken by the sudden light and I looked up too see my dark prince burning before me like a golden flame. The gratification was too much on my body as it trembled and shook with delight. As I slowly slipped from consciousness, I could have sworn I heard Vegeta whispering. "Woman, I truly do love you."

Like sand on my feet,

The smell of sweet perfume

You stick to me forever BABY!

I awoke from my passion-drugged sleep and looked into the blackness of my room. "Vegeta?" I murmured. As I began to regain consciousness the memories flooded in on me. The speed of my hand was like lightening as I reached out to snap the light on. I strained my eyes for any sign that he was still there, that some part of him had remained with me. That maybe it had all be some terrible nightmare, which I was just now awakening from.

My heart sank as I looked at the pieces of my phone that were still on the floor. No, I had awakened from my dream and came back to my living nightmare. My mate was dead, and his killers roamed this world free and there was no one that could stop them.

Still that was not the worst of it. The worst was Vegeta was gone. Completely, totally, and utterly gone. There was no going back on what he had said. I replayed his words in my mind as I wrapped myself in a white sheet and walked to the window. My hand touched the cold glass and I wiped the steam from it. Staring at my reflection, I focused on the blackness beyond it. If I could go back in time and see him I knew what I would say. If he were to appear to me I knew what I would want to say. I knew I would never have the chance now so I said them to the stillness of the room.

"And I wish you didn't go

I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away

To touch you again,

With life in your hands,

It couldn't be any harder.."

I broke down again for the thousandth time that day and chanted

"harder..."

In my sorrow I did not need the image of the man that I loved walking up to stand behind me. Vegeta raised his hand and the fingers that were the merest distance from my shoulder as he evaporated into the darkness.

Harder……

THE END