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Dare to Dream

By Crazy Chi Chi

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or the song "Over the Rainbow," so BLAH!

Somewhere, over the Rainbow

Way up high…

She crossed the pale terrace through the rose gardens of gentle serenity - calmness seemed to sweep over her, even though she had feelings of doubt race across her mind. Tender moments seemed drifted across her mind like fluffy clouds upon the wind - yet it was a gentle calm that frightened her.

In a land,

That I heard of once,

Once, in a lullaby…

Bulma could remember it vividly as if it were yesterday; his gentle touch across her smooth skin - almost as if they were like pieces of puzzles fitting together. The arms of her friend, no her lover, drawn close, not daring to let go - she had loved him, and thought he had her. It was all like a passing dream…

Over the Rainbow,

Where skies are blue,

And the dreams,

That you dare to dream,

Really do come True…

She had spent many an hours with him and him with her, quarrelling, fighting, and finally the tender passions of lovemaking. The senses of fulfilling each other's compassions, every expectations of lust, overwhelmed her. Yet for a woman, she was strong, compassionate, caring for a man who pride and honor came ahead of care and emotions. It was as if her greatest desires were really coming true…

One day I'll wish upon a star,

And wake up where the clouds

Are far behind me…

That was, until he left her… left for the moon, the stars, and beyond. And she was all alone, except for one thing - she was with child. She cried herself to sleep at nights, thoughts littered with distant memoirs of him. It was all she could do to keep herself from going insane - her diminutive dreams.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Times came and minutes passed - finally her son was born: Trunks. He was her shining star, the gift of a thousand wishes. Handsome lavander hair and chubby cheeks the infant soon grew and matured into the absent form his father had left behind. Where there were clouds, Trunks laughter and smile opened up the blue skies for his lovesick mother.

Oh Happy little blue fly

Above rainbow high

Oh why can't I?

Her lover did return on that fateful august afternoon, battle-torn and dizzy from wear and tear. Only by falling back into her arms did he close his eyes, the first time in years from turmoil. From his ragged breathes he muttered the unmistakable vows of courtship.

And so did she, falling from heaven, the woman who dared to dream.