Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Wish... ❯ I Wish I Could Turn Back the Clock ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own DragonBall Z or any of its characters. I do not make any money off this fanfiction. All original plots © ErieDragon 2002.

A/N: The song "I Wish I Could Turn Back the Clock" is MINE, I thought of it, I wrote it, etc., meaning it is my original work. © ErieDragon 2002.

*I wish I could turn back the clock

Before then

Please don't leave me again

To where I won't see you again*

Bulma watched in terror as the ugly, green weeds known as Saibamen merely evaporated Yamcha. Fear ran through her as Nappa cackled, clapping in praise of his obscene creations. Vegeta merely looked on in boredom. She felt herself on the verge of tears, her anger towards the two invaders growing at a rapid speed.

*If I could turn back the clock

Why

So I could see you again

Leaving me again

To who knows where?*

Vegeta landed, looking around for anyone who might be watching him, his eyes darting like a guilty dog. Bulma squeaked in fear, instantly drawing the Saiyan's black eyes. He focused on her momentarily as he picked up the dragonball, giving her his explanation as he took off. All Bulma could think about was almost being destroyed when Vegeta made mincemeat of a good portion of Namek's countryside cliffs.

*I wish I could turn back the clock

Maybe I don't

To when you didn't love me

So I didn't have to worry*

Anger seared through Bulma like an overdose of heroine as she was festered by Yamcha's suggestions at her weakness. Vegeta's offhand insults weren't too uplifting either, although a good argument tended to raise her spirits. Frieza's ship landed, and of course, her friends took off without looking back. She had to wave down her own boyfriend for a ride, which was totally unnecessary. For all she cared, she could have latched onto Vegeta's fucking leg.

*If I turned back the clock

Would I change

The way things went

The way we met?*

Bulma felt a searing sorrow pierce her body as she felt Vegeta being pummeled mercilessly. Her tiny baby Trunks began to sob, his screeches uncontrollable as his blue-haired mother attempted to derive any piece of information on the battle from Piccolo. He merely nodded or shook his head, and Bulma was on the verge of knocking him off his perch. She didn't care if the world was destroyed, she merely hoped her son from the future and.. Vegeta were alright. Vegeta, alright? Why care?

*I wish I could turn back the clock

To when I didn't care

But if I did, would I miss

The way you love me?*

That strange feeling in her heart. She now knew what it was, and she burst out into a cry of anguish. Bulma sobbed, the knowledge of Vegeta's death sinking into her like a steel weight. He had given his life for her and her son, Vegeta, the arrogant Prince of the Saiyans. She hated his guts, alright, but having him gone was worse than getting a horse shot in her ass. Trunks was beside himself with his own sorrow, but for the time being, Bulma was inconsolable.

*When I turned back the clock

I would miss the way that only you can

Be you, because without you

Who would I be?*

"What the hell? Wake up, woman!" The harsh words invaded her nightmares, waking Bulma into a groggy consciousness. She opened her eyes, a slightly concerned expression entering Vegeta's onyx eyes and disappearing in a mere millisecond. Bulma felt tears forming on her eyes and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaving the Saiyan in shocked surprise. He, but not without hesitation, pulled her into an embrace, a slightly worried tone entering his voice.

*I wish I could turn back the clock

Even though I don't, it makes me feel better

There's only you, the way you do,

They way you try not to love me*

"Vegeta.. Don't ever leave me again. Please, oh Kami.." Bulma murmured, her tears flowing freely as Vegeta let her go, shoving her shoulders away as he shook his head to rid himself of his confusion. He turned back to face her, his black eyebrows knitted in masked concern, for he was obviously flustered. Bulma embraced him once more, sobbing into his neck. Vegeta pulled her close, nibbling on her ear playfully. She was a bitch, but perhaps not without reason.

*After I turn back the clock

I would know, admit

You are my drug, my addiction

Don't leave me alone again*

"Never," the muscular Saiyan replied, tearing his lips away from her neck and cheek to look her in the face. Her eyes were glittering sapphires, wet with still unshed tears. Bulma was filled with worry, her dreams had obviously shaken her up. Vegeta could feel her tension as she slept, and had a faint idea what her nightmares consisted of. The fact that she still feared him and still was sometimes concerned about him worried the prince slightly. He pressed his forehead against hers, and she suddenly delved him into a tight embrace, her face embedded in his chest.

*I wish I could turn back the clock

A joke for sure

One of those you would play on me

I know you love me, please say you do?*

"Vegeta.. Promise me. I love you, please, promise me you will never leave again," Bulma began to cry all over again, her sobs making her stone-cold mate twitch emotionally. Vegeta merely clenched her closer, tracing his lips over her hair and forehead, brushing one hand through her long, blue strands. A small smile crept across his face as he lay back, pulling her face up to his and wrapping his muscular arms around Bulma's petite waist. She gazed into his eyes, her blue eyebrows still raised in inquiry.

*I would never turn back the clock

Never lose you, please don't lose you

I would never turn back the clock

You are you, I love you.*

"I promise." Bulma kissed him suddenly and deeply, causing Vegeta to extend his arms past her in surprise. He pulled her away and grinned, pulling up the covers around them. Bulma sighed, expecting him to tear off her pretty new blouse and take her instantly. When nothing except a warm embrace and a deep suckle on the neck came, she opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow. Vegeta had his eyes closed, his brows still furrowed, but his face was locked in content as he held his mate closely. Bulma merely smiled and curled up to his chest, closing her eyes and falling into a fitful sleep.

~The End.~

~Majin Niña~