Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Togethe ❯ Unselfish ( Chapter 15 )

It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Together

Chapter Fifteen

Unselfish

After The Cell Saga ...

HE was broken! He felt numb and dead from the inside out and he had lost his will to go on.

He was purely dejected and questioning everything around him. He didn't even know why was here.

But she did! She knew why he was standing in the middle of her room with his head bowed, his shoulders slumped and his usually clenched fists hanging in defeat at his sides.

Even when Vegeta didn't know how he felt at the time or what he wanted or especially what he needed, she knew! Bulma knew, because she knew him and she would always know him!

She closed the door of her bedroom slowly and walked over to him silently. His head was still bowed and he did not look at her. She reached for his armor and gently tugged at the ends while removing it over his head. Even when his hands went up slowly, for her to remove his armor, his eyes still didn't meet hers.

How could he? He had failed her. He had failed their son! He was a failure. He had failed his father, he had failed his people when he couldn't kill Frieza and now he had failed the only two people in the Universe who had thought him to care. But he was being selfish as always. He needed her now because she was the only being capable of making him feel.

And he so desperately wanted to feel. Even if those feelings were what he considered to make him weak, he just needed to feel something, anything! Just so he would not have to be an empty shell, just so he could remember that he was made of flesh and bone and that blood flowed through his veins. Even if it were cold now, he knew she could heat his blood up.

Wordlessly Bulma took his gloved hand in hers and led him to the edge of the bed where she continued to undress him. She knew exactly how he felt at the moment because she was able to feel his depressive mood. She had seen what he had seen. She had felt what he had felt and she had never felt more whole in her life.

Even though there was such sadness surrounding them she had never felt more complete before today! As inexplicable as that seemed, it was true. She knew it to be true because he was her other half, that's what she could feel.

He finally raised his eyes to meet hers when she gently placed him on the bed. He was surprised to find her eyes shining, not only with understanding, but with his own feelings mirrored in her blue depths. But beneath all the pain, hurt pride and failure she managed to show him something else.

A brighter, happier and easier life. Was it possible for him to finally be happy and find peace? Was it possible for him to accept that his life would not be as it was supposed to be? Was it possible for him to finally let go of the past?

As if answering all the questions spinning through his mind she smiled down at him and cupped his face in her soft palms.

He gripped her waist in his hands and pulled her to him. She came willingly and settled against his body cradling his head to her bosom.

He breathed in her scent and immediately he felt a sense of peace engulf him. He didn't know how long they stayed like that but finally she pulled away gently from him. Then she undressed herself and took him to bed with her.

They kissed then. A kiss so soft, so slow and so gentle, it was if they were memorizing every small feeling that existed between them. He was right, she made him feel alive again. His blood heated his body and he didn't feel cold or dead anymore. He was alive again!

Rolling, so that he was now on top of her, he deepened the kiss and she moaned into his mouth. He trailed soft kisses down her graceful neck before reaching her full breasts.

He used his tongue to flick over the mounting peaks. She arched into him, her hands buried in his thick hair. Before she could speak, before he lost control he sunk into her. There single desire was to simply loose themselves in each other.

The feel of being secure and content overrode all his earlier lifelessness. They moved together in a slow rhythm, there breaths synchronized as there love making took them to its pleasurable heights.

In all their couplings with all there fierce desire, it had never, not once fell so real, so right, so perfect.

And as they reached their climaxes, Bulma called out the truth that existed in her heart. Usually she breathed only her lovers name, but this time she felt it was right to say what she held so dear to her. He settled down on her with a groan.

"I love you Vegeta!"

At her words he rolled of off her, as if he had been burned, and began to dress himself again.

"Vegeta?" Bulma spoke softly. "What's wrong?"

He ignored her. Why did she have to say those three blasted words? Words he despised, words he didn't want from anyone, words he didn't know the meaning of. Or didn't he? Didn't he feel it when his son died?

But that was his son. His own flesh and blood. So it was most natural that he should feel fond of him, not love, for that was a feeling for weaklings and he was weak enough. But she was no one to him. She meant nothing to him.

"Why won't you answer me?" Bulma sat up on her bed. "I know what you're feeling Vegeta, I understand."

Finally, he turned to face her but now with anger. "You don't know what you're talking about." He snorted.

"Don't I? I'm the only person who truly knows what you're feeling now because I feel it too."

"What the hell does that mean?" His voice rose from his normally soft tone.

"I saw how Goku and Trunks died through your eyes."

He stood deadly still for a moment before finally turning to face her. And when he turned around to look at her she knew then that she had not been dreaming or hallucinating. She had seen what happened today through his eyes. And so she began to explain ...

"I was putting Trunks down for a nap and I was about to leave his room when I was overcome with a deep feeling of disbelief and I felt like I was trying to restrain myself. I've never felt such emotions before. They were so intense I closed my eyes. That's when I saw it ..."

"Kakarot was standing in front of Cell, the latter was blown up like a huge balloon and was threatening to blow up Earth with himself since Gohan could defeat him. The idiot was going to sacrifice himself for everyone else while I just stand here and watch!"

"When will he stop humiliating me. He felt no fear, even in death, what does that say for me when he has died like a true warrior. He left with honor and pride. It was not enough for him to beat me then Frieza, now his half breathe son is besting me too."

"When will I prove that I am better than him now that he is dead? When will I reclaim my place as the most powerful being in the Universe."

"And then as if that were not enough a violent energy could be felt before me and the other warriors around me. We didn't want to believe it could be Cell, his power level was even greater than before! We were all standing there paralyzed. Kakarot had failed. And then in the midst of a storm of dust a purple beam of energy was seen. No one knew its destination until it hit him in the chest."

"My son was laying lifeless on the ground with blood gushing from him. He was part of me and I couldn't save him. I failed. But there was still hope, my rage, my fury, my disappointment, I would use all those to avenge my son. I didn't care for my own life ..."

"Enough!" Vegeta bellowed at her. He could not believe that she had seen everything through his eyes. But she had also been able to feel exactly how he had felt as well.

But Bulma didn't stop there. "I knew I was seeing it from your eyes because of the way I felt. I don't know what's going on here and I think I've even realized that we have been able to hear each others thoughts ... Its like we've created a ... A bond or something."

The silence that filled the room after Bulma spoke was so thick she almost felt like she couldn't breathe.

Vegeta stood still as a statue at the edge of her bed just staring at her as if she were a ghost.

He could not believe what she had just said. She had unknowingly hit the nail right on the head! He should have never have slept with her, but deep down he knew that that was not what had caused the bond. No, it only made it stronger. Because Nappa and Radditz had slept with many a woman, but they had never bonded with one. Words of meaning plagued his mind.

"Yeah, its like mind, body, heart and soul become one. You can't live without each other." Radditz said.

Vegeta looked at the burly man in surprise.

"Don't look so shocked Prince Vegeta." Nappa laughed. "We don't really have a say in the matter. Your subconscious chooses your mate. Your heart and soul knows more on those matters than your head ... Or other parts of your anatomy."

The two tall men had laughed at the crude joke.

"So why haven't you two bonded yet? No woman stupid enough to agree to be your mate?" Vegeta had mocked.

"Us! No way. We're way too smart for that." Radditz had said making Vegeta raise his eyebrow in question.

"Woman make you weak, we're careful with who we fuck. Always make sure a woman doesn't get under your skin. Of course Saiyan woman are strong and can take care of themselves so we don't have to fear them getting killed, and suffering a broken bond, but it's still a weakness you can do with out."

"What would happen if your mate dies?" Vegeta had asked. It was not that he had planned on taking a mate at any time, he had just wanted to be educated on his customs. And they had always had conversations during purging missions.

"See when Saiyans bond the two become one. Body, mind, heart and soul. You start having the same dreams, start feeling the same emotions when they're overwhelming, you share memories, you can hear each others thoughts and even see through each others eyes." Nappa explained.

"So if one of the two die it leaves the other incomplete and broken. You will never be able to be the same again. You will be a lifeless body."

"Pathetic!" Vegeta had muttered.

"Well you won't have to worry about that Vegeta because you have a heart of stone. So there's no way it could feel let alone pick you a mate. No woman will affect you." Radditz had claimed and Vegeta had smirked proudly.

Until he had met her. With her loving blue eyes, exotic tresses, soft curves and caring heart she melted his frozen heart. She thawed it with her blazing desires, unconditional care and by bearing him a son. She had broken through all his defenses.

But she would be his greatest weakness. He had proved that today when he had attacked Cell with his emotions and not his fighting skills. He hadn't kept cool, he hadn't had a plan. He just attacked him head on. Emotions did make you weak! They made you a fool! And he refused to be a fool. Like Kakarot!

Never! He may be fond of his son, his own flesh and blood, but he would not let a woman be his downfall.

He had proven that when he had refused to save her from Dr Gero's attack. 'But you had known that one of her friends, or your future son, would save her.' A nagging voice insisted.

No! He had been angry, upset, furious. She had thanked him at their sons birth. And he had told her he was not her hero. He had proved he could still be uncaring and heartless.

"Don't get used to it woman. I was just around. I'm not a hero and I wouldn't knowingly protect you." He remembered his words clearly enough.

'At what cost though? What would have happened if no one had saved her? Would you have forgiven yourself.' That blasted voice asked again.

'There would be nothing to forgive.' He told himself sharply. And with that he turned around to give Bulma his cruelest smirk.

"My my, what an imagination you have."

"Are you telling me I made up all that stuff?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I think you so desperately want to have some connection with me, either than our son that is so you're indulging your fantasies. Its your foolish feelings of love." He said as if he pitied her.

Bulma sat up on her knees then, her angry fists placed into the soft bed.

"I do love you and we are connected by our son but I know what I saw and felt. You can't deny it, there is some weird connection between us. I felt your pain when you came to me. You needed me and I don't feel it now."

"Aren't we modest." He mocked. "I needed release after a long day and you were here. Willing as always."

He was able to sense her intentions long before her palm landed on his face. He gripped her wrist tightly pulling her closer towards him. Whether he did it to seem more intimidating or to inhale her sweet scent he refused to know.

"Don't ever try that again." He hissed closely to her face. Her naked chest was pressed close to his. But it was not fear he saw in her eyes. No! It was anger, pride, and hurt but the one that felt as if he had been punched in the solar plexus was hatred. She hated him at that moment and he couldn't blame her!

"Or what? You'll bitch and moan about it! Because that's all you've been doing. Goku failed to defeat Frieza but you don't find him crying about it. He couldn't stop Cell but he's not plotting deadly revenge from the next dimension or pushing away all those who care about him." Bulma choked on the refusal to cry in front of him.

"It was your son who killed Frieza and if not for you Goku's son would not have killed Cell. But Goku has left behind love and peace and you hate it. You want to be better than him in power and strength and maybe you are, but that's not worth anything here or in the next dimension. Why? Because you will never be a better person than he his."

Her words cut deep. They shouldn't, but they did. She had always believed in him. She had never questioned his power, she had never compared him to that looser.

But today she was telling him that he was second best to that idiot in a way he had not even thought about! And he had never cared about being good until she had accused him of not being it today.

She was something else, but he could not be weaker than he already was and he could not tarnish her. She didn't deserve it. She didn't need his vile memories, his blood on her hands, his burdens on her shoulders and his bite mark on her neck. He was not worth it because he was selfish and he could not give her what she wanted, what she needed. It was time to severe all ties with her.

He smirked at her. "Well, it looks like Kakarot is better than me at everything." And with that he pushed her away from him, harshly, and she fell unceremoniously onto her bed.

He walked to her door without looking back but her words stopped him.

"You asked what Goku had left here for you when he died. He left nothing for you. But you did. You have a son here and woman who loves you, you have that! Why do you still wish to turn your back on us?"

She didn't cry, she didn't scream, she sounded as if it were just a meaningless question, but he knew better. She wanted to know the truth desperately. But how could he tell her that he was a selfish bastard who was also now a coward for he feared feeling more for her. Even though he was doing something so unselfish for once in his miserable existence, part of it was still selfish!

"I'll stay to train my son but you and I are through." He said with out turning around to look at her and he walked out of the door. She felt her heart finally shatter into a million irreparable pieces.

She felt her heart break for the last time as she watched the door close.

Through their seven years together she had always hoped that he would one day accept her feelings and his own. She had not pushed him, she had not denied him anything, but today he had proved how naïve her desires were.

He would not let himself feel and he kept hurting her until he had finally broken her. When he had refused to want their son - she had waited, when he had refused to save her - she had waited, but now that he refused to love her - she couldn't wait anymore!

She couldn't find any hope left to wait for him. Every time she thought she was getting closer to revealing the man he truly was he took ten steps back to the man he was so bent on being. A cold hearted, selfish and uncaring man. A man who had finally left her hopeless!

She sunk down onto her bed and buried her beautiful face in her hands. The tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and into her palms but she told herself that it was ok because she would never, ever, cry for him again.