Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deception ❯ Dreams Do Come True ( Chapter 2 )

-Deception-

By : Stacey Meyer

Chapter Two

Rated ~ R for language

Disclaimer ~ I DO NOT own Vegeta, Bulma, or any of the DBZ gang or DBZ, I am sad to say. I'm not making any mulah off of this story, so yeah. Oh, and I don't have a job, therefore I don't have any money, so suing me would be pointless.

Words in *stars* are Bulma's thoughts.

Words in *italic stars* are Vegeta's thoughts.

Words in italics are Bulma and Vegeta's flashbacks.

Last time on Deception

"Bulma?" The Prince asked somewhat timidly. Bulma turned around at the sound of her name actually being spoken instead of woman. She was surprised to be pulled into a passionate kiss, but her surprise was quickly dissipated and she responded to the kiss.

Chapter Two - Dreams Do Come True

"Are you okay? Hello?!?! Vegeta, can you hear me?" Vegeta shook his head vigorously to clear the previous images from his head.

"What do you want woman?" Bulma glanced down to where he was sitting and stared at him like he sprouted three heads.

"What do I want? I want you to get up! You've been blacked out for twenty minutes, I thought you were dead or something! I mean, I barely even touched you and you went down like a ton of bricks! You scared the shit out of me Vegeta!" Bulma held out a hand to help her Prince up, and he hesitantly accepted. Vegeta had a million thoughts running through his head, but it was the one that stood out most that he decided to voice.

"What happened to me, woman?"

"You mean to tell me that you don't remember?!?"

"That's exactly what I said wasn't it? Now what the fuck happened to me?"

"Well, how `bout I just show you instead."

"Show me, how can you do that?"

"Through our mental link. Duh, haven't you been paying attention during our tutoring sessions together? Never mind. Don't answer, it'll just piss me off." Vegeta raised a questioning eyebrow, but kept quiet. "Now, just relax and let it all come back to you through our link. Okay?" Vegeta grunted in reply and closed his eyes, waiting for the memories to come flooding back to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Begin Mental Link~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thank you very much for inviting me for breakfast your highnesses. It was quite delicious." Bulma patted her stomach showing she was full.

"Oh, it was our pleasure, honey. You'll have to come to meals more often." The Queen was quite pleased that Bulma had joined them for breakfast that morning. She had thought that Bulma was a great girl and one hell of a fighter, and with her temper, she was the perfect candidate for her son to marry when he came of age, which was shortly arriving.

Bulma thanked them once again and asked to be excused. She walked through the large double doors, heading for her room among the huge palace. Vegeta also asked permission to be excused and began to follow his best friend of sixteen years to her destination.

"Don't follow me, Vegeta. I don't want to be around you for a while."

"Oh, come on, Bulma. I was just doing it to get a rise out of you, and you know it. You don't have to get a cynical on me." Vegeta ran his hand through his hair, a habit he picked up from his mother when she got frustrated. His frown lessened when he thought of something to cheer the blue-headed vixen up some. He grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. "Come with me somewhere."

"No." Bulma wasn't going to fall for his crap again.

"I promise you'll like it."

"Tough shit, Vegeta. Nothing you can do will make me less pissed off."

"Really? Well I beg to differ. Just come on!" He tugged on her arm and practically pulled it out of the socket. Had she not been a Saiya-jin it probably would have been ripped right off. (*A/N* ... This is the part where Vegeta doesn't remember anything and starts to dream of his own version in the last chapter, just wanted to tell you guys so I don't confuse anyone, including myself. Hehe...)

"I said no Vegeta, so fuck off. I'm tired of the crap you pull. I'm the one person who knows you better than you know yourself, but you still treat me like I'm some third-class piece of trash." Vegeta obviously didn't get it through his head that Bulma wanted to be left alone, and continued to advance upon her, trying in his own way to be forgiven. The blue-haired, first-class started to power up, being very upset that she wasn't getting through to her Prince, and sent a punch towards Vegeta's midsection. Unfortunately for Vegeta, it connected. He stumbled back and eventually tripped over his own feet, heading face first for the floor. His head smacked against the floor and that's when he blacked out.

"Oh my Kami! Vegeta?? Vegeta are you okay?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Mental Link~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bulma sat down besides the dazed Prince, waiting for him to say something, anything, to end the eerie silence that hooded over the two Saiya-jins. She decided to get the ball rolling, figuring that her friend's health was more important than an unnatural silence between themselves. Bulma brought her hand to Vegeta's face, turning it to make sure she had his full attention, while absently rubbing his jaw line with her thumb.

"Are you okay, Vegeta?" The cerulean-haired soldier asked softly. Vegeta raised his hand to Bulma's, keeping her hand right where it was and kissed it several times very softly.

He compared his version of the story to hers, and surpassingly, he liked his version better. Their eyes were locked together, hinting at some underlying feeling that neither could place at the time. *What are you doing to me, Bulma?* Vegeta leaned in closer `till their noses were touching.

Bulma's heart was racing, she had never seen Vegeta's emotions open to anyone. *I've known this guy forever, how could I not of seen this before?* Before she had time to think of anything else, Vegeta reached forward, softly pulling Bulma's lips to his. They started kissing slowly and timidly, as if it were their first time kissing someone, even though they've done this quite a few times with each other. Bulma's hands were still on Vegeta's face, lightly tracing the bones of his jaw, and Vegeta was duplicating her every move.

A creak from a nearby door halted their actions, making them both jump to attention to see who dared to interrupt them. It was Queen Kamlyn, and unbeknownst to the Prince and his friend, she had seen the whole thing, only now wanting to reveal herself. She walked past the pair, grinning like a mad man. Vegeta and Bulma both wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Once the Queen was gone, Vegeta turned to Bulma, pulling her in for another kiss.

"You know something, woman? Dreams do come true." Bulma quirked an eyebrow at his statement, but quickly passed it off as a side effect of his head trauma.

"Let's go, Vegeta."

"Where the hell are we going now?" Bulma smirked slightly and she grabbed Vegeta by the hand, leading him throughout the hall.

"You'll see when we get there." *Crazy woman.*

A/N Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know Veggie's OOC, but I like him like this. It was the blow to the head that did it... hehehe. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not even sure it makes sense, I was just writing what came to me. Kind of a spur of the moment chapter, I guess. Review if you feel like it. Peace.

Stacey ~ Crazyhelga