Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Glycerin Change ( Chapter 7 )

~~~`` Chapter. Glycerin 6

Could have been easier on you,

I couldn't change though I wanted to. --Bush

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Vegeta set his now sleeping mate into their bed, quickly following suit, wrapping the blankets around them as he embraced her naked backside against him. He groaned silently as her tight buttocks rubbed against active organ, but he kept his control knowing she was too tired to play. He buried his nose into the back of her neck surrounding by her soft hair being intoxicated by the smell of strawberries. Vegeta never really understood the purpose of having hair cleaner liquid smell of fruits and vegetables, but after laying with her for the first few times, he had come to enjoy the pleasant scent. He just made sure not to use her shampoo or condition. Kami forbid when he's fighting with Kakarot or his son, have them commenting about him smelling like erotic fruits.

Vegeta peaked open one eye as to get a look at the clock. Three thirty. He groaned inwardly knowing that he should have gotten up to train a half an hour ago. His body was still straining over his extra long workout. Which had been interrupted at nine when his little girl brought him dinner. She had wanted to say goodbye before she left them for the night.

Since he had been training till very late, Vegeta decided to allow himself a couple more hours of sleep, but he would always be gone before the woman work up. She got angry with him the first few weeks they began as real mates and not just having an affair, but that was after the Cell games. He made her get over it for no way was he going to stay an extra few hours in bed, staring at the wall waiting for his woman to wake up so she could get up and leave. It was pointless.

Saying those last three words was a big mistake though. She had ranted on about how everything was pointless, saying that even their relationship was pointless and on that speech she had kicked him out of their bed for a week. He had made sure never to say that word again when it related to their relationship.

Vegeta closed his eyes and will himself not to think of his memory. It had been so real. But then again, all of his flashbacks are. It is like he becomes apart of them, relives the memory in his sleep. And he knew at times he had relived them while awake in his GR, pounding away at a enemy no one else could see but him. But the battles he fought in the Gravity room gave him pride while the ones in his sleep never once did. He could fight back when he was awake, say things he had never been able to say, do things he was never strong enough to do. While in his sleep, it was the exact humiliation he felt twenty years prior. Nothing could change the form of the flashback, change the words, the actions, nor the end result.

He took several deep breathes as he guided his mind and soul into meditation. This way, no past events would work its way into his mind. Only problem there was with it, which is why he didn't do it too offend, it left him unguarded. Vegeta wouldn't be able to tell who was around him, and if something moved or came close to his person, he would be totally oblivious. But for right now, he didn't care. He just did not want to relive his mother's death tonight. Maybe another time. Just not tonight.

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Bulma sat on her balcony; blankets wrapped around her, drinking her hot chocolate, letting it heat her body in the chill of a late October morning. She watched silently as the sun began rise and bring life to the resistants of Earth, spraying it's warmth for all to share. The purple, red, and orange rue fluctuated in the sky, bouncing off of clouds, buildings and oceans. The stars slowly began to fade one by one as the night ended and the moon sunk deep in the sky, not to be awakened for another ten hours.

She sighed with a small smile as she glanced back into her room to see her lover's back still facing her. Bulma had been amazed to see him still with her, and had basked in it for over a half an hour, just staring at his relaxed, scowl less expression, one she could only see while he slept or…well, you know. She blushed lightly at that thought. She had touched his features ever so lightly with her fingertips, gliding down the smooth texture of his face, brushing along his lips, tight cheekbones, and his sharp nose. She wondered why he hadn't reacted but didn't really care. She could stare at him without him saying some stupid comment to boost his ego.

Bulma didn't know why, but she couldn't sleep anymore, no matter that she only got four hours of sleep. She could take a nap during the day if she needed, which she knew she would. Maybe Vegeta would like to join her. She giggled at her girlish thoughts. She really was obsessed with the man, wasn't she?

The smile soon drifted away as to why she felt so deeply for him. After he had killed himself in order to destroy Buu, she had realized something she never wanted to admit. Yes, she told him many times before that she loved him, but she didn't really know if she was sure until Goku had told her the news. It tore her heart in half as the words echoed in her head, Vegeta was dead. That event had never been able to flea from her mind. She had remembered everything that had happened that day. To the tournament, to Vegeta's sudden appearance in the middle of the arena with the craziest look she had ever seen him express, and the way he rose his hand so blindly and had killed hundreds of innocents without thinking twice. She had searched for the dragon balls as to hide the pain that had formed from his betrayal, wanting to rectify what he did, as if it were her fault.

And in some way, she had believed that. Reasons of what if, and should have ran through her mind. She should have loved him more, showed him that he didn't have to prove himself because she all ready thought of him as a Prince. Her prince. If she had just been more understanding and had taken care of him better then judging him constantly and criticizing him about his wrongs in parenting and being a husband, then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have given in. He wouldn't have cared about beating Goku and would have just come home to be with her, where he belonged.

Afterwards, when Buu was defeated, in the time period where they waited for the dragon balls, she had cried. Not because he had betrayed her and his family. Not because he had chosen to become evil rather then be with her. And not because he had killed so many lives. But because he was dead. He was dead, and more then likely he would never be coming back. And that had tore her into pieces, maybe not on the outside, but it was her heart that she had tried repeatedly to glue back together, knowing only Vegeta had the touch to do so.

When he had come back, Bulma was lost. For the past months she had told herself he wasn't going to live again. And then, there he stood. Looking at her with the same emotionless expression, his powerful arms across his chest, legs slightly apart as he stared at her. Only his eyes, told a different story. He was lost. He was confused, and he was in pain.

She wanted to hit him, she wanted to scream at him, tell him she hated him with all her soul. But all she could do was run to him, and hold him so tight her nails dug deep into his skin. She cried into his neck, sobbing as his arms soon embraced her too and feeling his nose bury into her hair and take a deep breath.

It had seemed like she held him for days. She just clanged to him and cried until no more tears could fall. And just as her last tear was shed, Bulma had pushed him away and pounded her small fists into his chest, screaming at him, telling him everything she had wanted to say before she had wrapped her arms around him. She smashed her fists into him and he did nothing to stop them but stand there and advert his eyes, not wanting to see the proud woman he had mated, just break down as she repeated the words, 'I hate you' against him. Those words had hit him deep. He had grabbed her wrists, letting her struggle all she wanted but kept the hands to his chest as he now tried to catch her eyes.

Normalcy for them had taken a long time for them to get back too. Working and training everyday, that wasn't what changed. Every thing was normal during the day. But at night, it was a different story. Sometimes they would fight and yell, sometimes they would completely ignore one another and lay with their backs facing each other while neither one slept. It was hard for a few months. Until Vegeta had given his real reason as to why he had done what he did. He gave it straight out, not ignoring the question, not stalking off when he didn't know the answer and refused to admit it. Vegeta had given her the truth, the only thing she wanted to hear and accept it.

Bulma let a small smile grace her lips before she sipped the hot liquid. They had come along way since then. She had forgiven him, everyone had forgiven him and now accepted him as a part of the group, all though he had told them on many occasions he had no desire to be in the gang. Only problem was, he hadn't forgiven himself yet. For everything in his life, not just Buu. And it was slowly, but surely, eating him alive. Maybe he couldn't see it, maybe he couldn't feel it, But Bulma could. Each day his eyes were more distant. His touch more unsure and dare she think it, scared. She knew that if he would only get help like she had wanted him too, he wouldn't self-destruct which she knew, would happen soon.

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Vegeta groaned as he wiggled beneath the sheets, thoughts coming back to him while he slowly rose from meditation. He knitted his brows when he felt nothing in his arms but quickly stretched one out to bring her back in his embrace before he had to get up. Only to find nothing but mattress. After padding the bed here and there, he came to the conclusion she wasn't there and quickly snapped open his eyes, lifting his head to search for her. It was only five-forty five in the morning. On Sundays she isn't even awake before noon. He stretched out on the bed, his bones causing a small groan to reach his ears. His body was too sore for his liking. Meditation did that.

He rolled over, doing a ki sweep for everyone, not liking not knowing. He felt her energy on the balcony and the boy was still asleep. He yanked the sheets from his naked form and quietly slid out grabbing the boxer shorts the woman had made him fond of. They were so loose. It felt good against his lower body part then being compact in the spandex. He frowned though, as he looked down on them on his waist. Smiley faces? This was obviously her punishment for him not going shopping with her once and awhile to buy him clothes: Mockery. He sneered in disgust but at the moment could care less as he stepped silently out on the balcony, flaring his ki at the coolness of the air.

"Morning, sleepy head." Bulma chimed from her chair, smirking up at him. She always took delight in waking before him, like it was some damn game she just won.

He grunted in response before grabbing her mug and sniffing it. In response to her disapproving, 'hey', Vegeta gulped it down in one swoop, letting the smooth warm liquid roll down his throat and into his hungry belly before placing it back in her hands. He walked to the rail and sat upon it with one leg up snug in his chest while the other dangled over the rail, as he leaned against the wall.

"Jerk." She mumbled placing the empty mug down on a small table next to her. She took a deep breath, ready to make him regret that move but when her blue orbs rose to his form, her anger dissipated to nonexistence. A gold glow surrounded his entire being, as if the sun's rays were soaking into his pores. His eyes were shut while his head was lifted as if he was sitting upon a throne, with all the power in the universe. No matter how many years it had been, the royal blood never once dissolved from his veins.

Bulma stood, silently, keeping her ki down as best to her weak skill's ability. She wanted to touch it. Vegeta had never once allowed her to when he had that glow around him. It vanished before she even got near it. She slowly reached out a shaking hand, anticipating on what the gentle radiance would feel like through her fingertips.

But her thoughts of the soft power reaching her veins delicately were demolished letting out a sharp yelp, and quickly yanked her hand back into her chest, as if protecting the appendage from anymore damage. Bulma watched his glow instantly disappeared while he snapped his head to her with wide eyes.

Vegeta frowned at her, seeing the tear that slid down her check. How many times had he told her not to touch him when he had that golden hue around him? True, he usually never let the power encircle him while the woman was around. She was too curious for her own good. He shouldn't have been so careless then, he should have sensed her. The effect of meditation must be still present. Vegeta reached to bring her body against his side as he took her hand from her chest, "Stupid woman." He chided examining the burn. It wasn't bad at all, just a first degree. He gently placed his fingertips on her burn and concentrated on sending ki into her to heal the wound.

Bulma watched with wide eyes as a blue glow emitted from his fingers and disappeared into her hand, numbing the hot pain. "I should just let you heal on your own. Maybe if there is pain you will get it through your human mind not to touch it. Now that you know the result." Vegeta dropped her hand glaring at her.

Bulma knitted her eyes in anger. "Well, if you would have told me what the result would have been I wouldn't have done."

"You the hell are you kidding woman? You know damn well you would have even if I did tell you."

Bulma retreated her fighting remark as she knew he was right. So in response, she stomped her foot and turned on her heal only to be stalled by the hand on her wrist. She was yanked against him, his smirk and glint in his eyes made her want to scream but she was stall by the teasing of her lips with his own as he playfully skimmed them never allowing even a small kiss, "Don't I get a thank you?" He murmured against her, biting her bottom lip.

"Ass." She whispered before pushing her mouth against his softly but fully. She shivered at the feeling of his large, powerful hand mingling into her awkward colored hair, pushing her hard against him. She withheld a moan as he licked her lips then nipping them with his fangs. Bulma ran her hands up his flexing biceps down over his shoulders to his bulging pecks, teasing his once soft nipples to form peaks. He growled against her lips shifting his feet to rest on the ground. His other hand slid to her lower back and pushed her roughly against him.

She smiled into their kiss, no longer able to play, instead sliding her hands up and down his bare sides. Bulma felt his hand slid from her back up to her hip, before slowly and teasingly moving to the belt of her robe, and tugging it gently, as if asking for permission to go further. Bulma slowly broke the kiss but then decided against it and pushed against him once more before pulling back and sucking on his bottom lip. "Don't you have to train, Sayian?"

"I am training." He responded before grabbing her thighs and lifting her up making her wrap her legs around his powerful waist. He turned to place her bottom on the rail, one hand went to her sash, not pulling just waiting for the right moment while the other slid to her upper back instinctively protecting her if she were to lean too far back and fall. He growled inside himself. It would be a perfect moment to have a tail.

"I thought you trained alone." She giggled against his lips as he played with hers.

"This kind of training involves two bodies." He nipped her nose while grinding his hips against her.

"Like you and Goku?" Vegeta immediately growled dropping his hand from her sash to rest on her thigh frowning his disapproval. Bulma laughed as she looked at the pure disgust on his features. He looked so adorable.

"Way to kill the mood, woman." Vegeta set her down on her feet.

Bulma laughed before kissing his lips lightly which he tried to reject. He followed her in not without smacking her ass as they made their way to the shower.