Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ Beating Dream ( Chapter 15 )
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By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 498 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 498 | Status: Completed
~*~
They sat in the airy throne room, around a great marble table that was placed in the centre of the room.Jagged skeins of shimmering light danced across the three inhabitants of the room.The domed ceiling was made from Dran’s strongest glass, and as the moonlight and star shine filtered through the depths of the sea, tiny schools of fish and other sea creatures could be seen swimming by the dome ceiling, causing their shadows to be cast into the magnificent silver room.
Vegeta sat back, his arms folded as he listened to the tale that was being unfolded by the Saiyan rogue, Radt.
“There are one hundred thousand Saiyans,” Radt said, leaning forward, “That we have located.They’re known to our council as rogue Saiyans.”
The Saiyan Prince cocked a brow.In all of his travels, Vegeta had not come across a single Saiyan.It surprised him that there were so many alive.They had all survived Frieza’s genocide of their race, much to Vegeta’s amusement and surprise.It seemed that he had underestimated their abilities.
Saiyans were naturally cunning, so he wasn’t taken aback that their survival instincts had been roused when they learned of Frieza’s treachery.He wanted to learn more about this council that Radt and Rhuba belonged to.
Radt looked at his Prince and smiled.There was still no recognition on the Saiyan Prince’s behalf, and so Radt would have to wait to inform him of their acquaintance.But that could be done at any other moment.Right now he had to concentrate on convincing the Prince that their race was still in existence.
“All the Saiyan infants that were sent out on purging missions prior to Frieza’s attack have all survived.They are now currently in their mid to late-twenties, and have all turned out to be fine warriors.”Radt smirked, thinking about how many rogue Saiyans they had found.Their Saiyan race would flourish once again.
“It seems,” he continued, “That one of the Saiyan scientists reprogrammed all of the pods that held the Saiyan infants, and erased the initial neurological programmes that ordered the infants to destroy the planets they were sent to.This means that they knew who they were, and that they were to survive on the planet by any means necessary.This was done almost a week before Frieza attacked our planet.”He paused, seeing the look of confusion on Vegeta’s face.
Vegeta frowned, “How is it possible that the scientist would have known about Frieza’s motives?”
Radt and Rhuba looked at one another apprehensively.Rhuba cleared his throat and spoke up, “There is speculation that he and a few other Saiyans had the gift of sight and that they knew of Frieza’s treachery, and that it would happen swiftly before our race could retaliate.It would seem that he saved our race from complete elimination by reprogramming the pods.Those Saiyan children survived on the planets they were sent to purge, until they were collected by the Saiyan Elders.”
“What Saiyan Elders?”Vegeta asked, thoroughly interested in the news of his people’s survival.
Radt spoke now, “The scientist banded a group of Saiyan Elders together, twelve to be exact, all wise in knowledge of our culture and religion.The Saiyan Elders were the finest warriors on our planet and the oldest amongst our people.He sent them to another planet far away from Frieza’s reaches without his knowledge.They were never found during Frieza’s entire reign after he destroyed Vejita-sei.The Saiyan Elders were now a council of twelve and they each moved through Frieza’s empire undetected and every year they gathered more Saiyan children from the different planets before Frieza could learn of them.”
An odd glint twinkled in Vegeta’s eye, “If the scientist had learned of the lizard’s treachery, why didn’t he try to save the entire planet?!”He demanded, slamming his fist down on the marble table.The table groaned from the weight and five thin lines stemmed from Vegeta’s curled fist.The sound of cracking stone echoed around the room.
Radt bowed his head as he spoke in a low voice, “It could not be done.Our race could never have strengthened its forces in the short span of a week.You know this.”
“Where are the rogues now?”Vegeta said, scowling as many unanswered questions simmered in the back of his mind.
“We have gathered as many rogue Saiyans as we could find, from the different planets that we visited.Currently, we have found fifty thousand Saiyans in their mid-twenties, along with the twelve Saiyan Elders.The rogue Saiyans know of their heritage, their culture and their allegiance to the monarchy of Vejita-sei because of the programming in the pods and they are loyal to our people, however…”Radt trailed off, taking a deep breath.
“However, what?”Vegeta prompted angrily.
“The rogue Saiyans do not have the same blood lust that our people on Vejita-sei had.They are true and proud warriors, but it seems that most of the beliefs instilled in other Saiyan children at birth, was not given to them as their programming was changed.Many of the older Saiyans, the generation that have reached their mid to late-twenties, have mated outside of our race and some have even spawned half-breeds.”Radt held his breath; waiting for the Prince’s enraged response.
Much to Radt’s astonishment, Vegeta did not react in such a way.He merely asked, “Were they not informed through the neurological programmes that Saiyans never interbreed with other races?”
Radt shook his head, “No, that was one of the teachings that the scientist removed from the programmes.I’m not sure why, but he probably didn’t want to see our Saiyan lineage dwindle to nothing.It seems that he wanted Saiyan blood to continue through generations, whether the child born was of pure Saiyan blood or not made no difference at the time.”
“The Elders claim that it doesn’t matter if the pure blood of the Saiyans has mixed with other races, because of the circumstances we were in.We have reason to believe, as we’ve studied most of the half-breeds, that mixing Saiyan blood with other races compatible to our anatomy, is beneficial for us as a race.The half-breed children spawned are initially stronger than the pure blooded Saiyans that were born on Vejita-sei.This has been quite a remarkable discovery for the Saiyan Elders.”
Vegeta nodded slowly, gradually understanding the logic that was presented before him.His eyes widened briefly; no wonder Kakarott’s son was so powerful!He couldn’t believe his ears.His race had survived?!Of course they knew nothing of the old ways, but the Elders survived!They would know everything about the old Vejita-sei and how it was run.
Unlimited elation began to course through his veins as the prospect of becoming King drew nearer.His head was pounding from the euphoria he felt.Never before had such an emotion coursed through him.It was like an addictive drug.He was no longer the only true Saiyan alive; there were over a hundred thousand of them!He could almost taste the admiration…The power.It was unbelievable.Utterly unbelievable!In the span of an hour, his entire race had been restored to him.But…
“Are you based on a particular planet?”Vegeta asked quickly.
Rhuba nodded for his brother, and replied eagerly, “We are based on a similar planet to that of Vejita-sei, prior to Frieza’s attack.It is at the edge of the galaxy, isolated but it resembles our old planet perfectly.We have built up our civilization there over the past fifteen years and the Elders have named it Bejiita-sei.The planet has been restored and…So has the Royal House of Vejita-sei, your palace.It now only waits for your arrival, your highness.”
Vegeta rose slowly from his seat, feeling slightly overwhelmed.He even had a planet to rule!And he didn’t even need the aid of the Dragonballs!It was an absolute joke!For years he had been completely alone, thinking that no one had survived the massacre Vejita-sei, and yet now there was a whole planet full of thriving Saiyans.
One question remained in the back seat of his mind.
“Why did you not come for me?Why did the Elders leave me in the hands of Frieza, knowing that I was alive?”His temper flared at that moment.An unbelievable rage began to torment his mind as he realized that he was purposely left to suffer at the hands of Frieza.
Radt now stood quickly, worried that the Prince was becoming too heated, “Prince Vegeta, you must understand that it was impossible for us to take you from Frieza!If we had come after you, the creature would have known and killed us all, one by one.Forgive us, but we knew that he would be destroyed.As soon as we learnt of his fall, we set out to search for you.After over a year of searching, we have finally found you and we wish for you to come back with us to Bejiita-sei.Come with us and stand before the council, let them deal with this situation.”The rogue Saiyan was now pleading, his face weary from the day’s events.
With a flick of his wrist, the marble table fell to the ground with a crash; the pieces lay shattered across the floor of the throne room, just as his life had been many years ago; and still was to this day.“So I am only worth your time now that the threat of Frieza is gone?!”He growled menacingly, watching with malevolent amusement as the Saiyan known as Rhuba flinched as he raised his hand to send a ki ball in his direction.
“Do you not wish to see your father, Prince Vegeta?”Radt asked quietly, looking at the Prince intently.
Vegeta froze.The blood drained from his face, leaving the olive-skinned Prince looking deathly pale as though all color from his face had been leached away by an imaginary force.The energy ball in his palm flickered out as he stared at the two other Saiyans.He swallowed hard, forcing the lump in throat to slide down.“What did you say?”
~*~
The singular flame from the oil lamp flickered; its orange embers glowing as the smoke rose heavily, only managing to light the dark room dimly.The glowing flame danced hauntingly to an unsung melody, drawing the attention of the silent scientist sitting at the desk by the lamp.She gazed quietly at the flame of the lamp, sighing wearily as the day’s events took its toll on her.
For the past two hours Bulma had been answering all of Zora’s questions as well as tending to Zarbon.She couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at the barrage of questions, but that was the way every child operated.Although, she could see how this little girl had changed a warrior like Zarbon.She raised her hand to the oil lamp, letting her finger graze the misty glass as she traced the encased light shining from within.
Her thoughts seemed to drifting to a certain Prince, unwillingly.She didn’t want to think about him.He only caused confusion in her already bemused mind.What did she feel for him?
There wasn’t a single name she could put to the strange emotion that burned in the pit of her stomach.It was certainly not love…But then, what was she feeling?It was primal, almost as though it were an animalistic desire flooding her veins, ready to burst.And every time she thought of him, she felt herself growing giddy with unwanted yearning.
The heavy sensation of a hand on her shoulder brought her back into the dim room.She turned her head and found herself looking up into Kor’s concerned amber eyes.She forced a smile upon her lips, glancing at the cot in the corner of the room where Zarbon lay peacefully.“Where’s Zora?”She asked quietly, looking around for the little girl.She hadn’t even realized that Zora had disappeared from her side.
The older man smiled back, albeit slightly suspiciously, “I put her to sleep in the other room.”
Bulma frowned, “On the floor?”
An odd expression flitted across Kor’s face, “Yes, on the floor, where she sleeps every night.”
“It’s not good for a five year old to sleep on a cold floor.She could fall ill and die without proper medical attention.”She spoke softly, afraid of raising her voice and disturbing the still quiet of the night.Even though the hut was tiny, with only two rooms, their body heat was not enough to drive away the bitter chill of the evening.
Kor shook his head sadly, “Don’t you think I know that, my dear?”He paused, watching the beautiful woman carefully before adding, “She’s fallen ill before, but I have always managed to restore her back to health.”The wearied man cast a glance at the doorway that led to the other room, “She shouldn’t have to live in such conditions, but there is nothing I or Zarbon can do.It is a hopeless dream for us to leave this damned death trap.”
“I’m sorry you have to suffer so much,” she commented sympathetically, placing her hand over his as it rested upon her shoulder.“What… What happened to Zora’s mother?How did she die?”She asked, uncertain if she was delving too deep.
Kor smiled and removed his comforting hand from her shoulder, “It was a deadly virus, one that couldn’t be cured by me or my potions…”He trailed off, staring openly at the lamp she had been gazing at previously.
Bulma saw the pain in his eyes, and she felt her heart go out for the desolate family.Unshed tears from years before glistened in his amber eyes, remnants of faded memories casting a ghostly shadow in his amber eyes.
Another moment later, the look was gone from his face and he smiled down brilliantly at her.But the smile did not reach his eyes. could feel pain beneath the smile, but she wisely chose not to pursue the issue further.She watched with curiosity as he held out a small vial in the palm of his hand.
It was just like the red Porani he had offered her before, only this was blue.She then remembered how their meeting had come about.
She looked up at him in astonishment, “What is this for?”
“Your Porani, my dear.I’d say you deserve this, don’t you?”He quipped with amusement.
“I can’t accept that!Not now!”Bulma cried, shaking her head.It wouldn’t be right to take the potion for nothing, after seeing that he was in dire need of financial help.
“Will you deny me the pleasure of giving you a gift?”He demanded, still holding out the vial with a stern fatherly look upon his face.
Bulma chuckled and took the small vial from his hand, “Thank you Kor.How can I ever repay you?”She asked with sincerity.
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t want payment from you…”A strange glint entered his eyes as he looked at her, causing Bulma to shiver.
“What?”She managed to croak out as he stared at her.
“You remind me so much of Khaya,” he whispered tearing his gaze away from the young woman lest he make a fool of himself.
“Your daughter?”She questioned stupidly.
Kor nodded and walked quickly away from her, unable to stand looking at the young woman.
Bulma peered at the vial in between her fingers.As she held it to the light, she could see tiny grains of what seemed like diamonds, float around in the bright blue liquid.You could barely see them; just as she had seen them in the red Porani.An overwhelming sadness engulfed her as she rolled the vial in between her fingers.
A sudden idea entered her mind as the liquid sloshed around in vial.A slow but steady smile twitched at her lips, excitement bubbling in her stomach at the hasty prospect.She knew exactly how to solve Kor’s problem.
~*~
“What did you say?”Vegeta demanded again, the urge to rip off the Saiyans head seeming to grow more appealing to him.
Radt rose from his seat slowly, trying his best to appear calm.“I asked you, if you wanted to see your father,” he repeated slowly, catching the dangerous glare that was smoldering on the Prince’s face.If the urge was called, he wasn’t afraid to face the Prince in combat, even though he knew he had the strength of a fruit fly compared to the Saiyan Prince.Of that there was no mistake.
“How dare you,” Vegeta snarled quietly, sneering as he clenched his fists treacherously.“You know very well that Frieza killed my father!”He was ready to blast the insubordinate Saiyan for ever mentioning his father.
“What gives you the right to even think about uttering my father’s presence in your lies?!”But something held Vegeta back from taking action.He didn’t know what it was.It was as if a rope had been tied around his waist and was holding him back from killing the Saiyan.
The rogue Saiyan knelt before the Prince, ready to take any punishment that was dealt.“You’re mistaken Prince Vegeta.Your father was not killed by Frieza.It pains me to say this, but he was kept alive.He wasn’t allowed to die honorably.Instead, Frieza kept him alive and informed him of your progress in his army…As well as torturing him for the better part of twenty years.But if you choose not to believe me, then it is in your power to kill me now.”He lowered his head, waiting for the death blow.
Vegeta inhaled sharply.As the grieved words poured from Radt’s mouth, they pierced his body like poisoned daggers, each one laying imbedded deeply into his soul.His father was alive?The man he had loathed…And at the same time admired, was alive?The prospect of seeing his father set his nerves on edge.Once again he was filled with excitement yet apprehension.
Everything was happening too quickly, and yet it could not have happened any faster.Twenty years had gone by at a snail’s pace as he believed his father was dead and now…Now he had hope to believe that the one man he had admired, was alive.
They had a strange relationship, him and his father.But in the back of his mind, Vegeta still couldn’t understand why his father chose to be so cowardly against Frieza, and give him up to the slippery lizard as a bargaining tool.
There were many questions left unanswered in Vegeta’s mind and he was certain his father would have the answers.There was no question now as to what he was going to do.“Is he well?”He found himself asking.Twenty years under Frieza’s rule had been taxing for Vegeta.He barely escaped the lizard’s clutches with only a shred of his sanity; he wondered how his father had fared against the merciless dictator.
Radt looked up abruptly and rose, barely being able to hide the anger on his face.“Scarcely.Frieza did not let him live in peace.For twenty years your father was subjected to torment and pain, not only physically but mentally.After Frieza’s fall, we found him on one of his army bases that we had conquered, his body had almost deteriorated, but he somehow managed to survive.”Just as Vegeta had survived when he was under Frieza’s rule.“He is but a shadow of his former glory.”
A cold chill swept into Vegeta’s bones.He had managed to escape Frieza’s torture without much mental scarring, why had his father not?Why had his father been so weak?He narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean by a shadow?”
“He is not the King of the past.He has changed.But perhaps it would be better if you saw for yourself?”Rhuba interjected quietly.
Vegeta turned to look at the other Saiyan, suspicion marring his face.“You two do not seem to be rogue Saiyans, why is that?”He found himself asking distrustfully.
Rhuba smirked slightly, “We were children, barely five, when we were sent with the Saiyan Elder’s away from Vejita-sei.Our grandfather is one of the Elders and he refused to leave without taking us.We were brought up traditionally, yet the long years seem to have changed our ways slightly.”
Vegeta nodded slowly, “Very well.We will leave for Bejiita-sei tomorrow.It seems I have a throne to reclaim.”He smirked at the two brothers as they knelt once more.
He was not alone in the universe.There were others like him…And his father was alive.No longer would the ghost of his father haunt him in his dreams and no longer would he feel guilty or angry for his death.For now, he was going home; to his own planet, his own people where he would be eternally worshipped and respected as royalty.
The Prince of all Saiyans had returned.
~*~
Bulma walked quickly down the halls of the underwater palace, eager to return to her room and sleep off they day’s feverish adventure.The idea that had struck her was pure genius.She had left Kor, Zora and Zarbon, albeit with guilty relief.She had to get away from the depressing slum where they lived.
But she had promised to return the next day with good news.She had decided that in the morning, she would ask the King of Dran if Zarbon could work as a palace guard and live under the ocean.It was common knowledge that the palace guards received a hefty sum for their work as it was considered to be dangerous.
Zarbon would be perfect for the job; after all, he was much stronger than the average Dranien!And it would also mean that Zora wouldn’t have to stay in the dirty slums of Drizao, as they would have their own quarters in the palace.They could live in peace.
Bulma knew it was a lot to ask of the King, but she also knew he wouldn’t deny her anything.After all, Dran had planetary ties with Earth, and she was held in high regard by the King, so she didn’t see it as a hard job to convince him.
And so she had gotten Kor to agree with her idea, after all the city slums were not a place for a young child to grow up in.She promised Kor she would return in the morning after asking the King for his consent to place Zarbon as a royal guard.
Her plan was infallible.
Bulma’s legs seemed to ache as she finally reached the door to her room.The previous adrenaline had slipped away, leaving her exhausted and in dire need of a soothing bath.As her pace slowed, her thoughts drifted once more to a certain Saiyan.Every time she thought about him. A strange sensation seemed to grow in the pit of her stomach.
It coiled and curled like springs, making her nauseas and lightheaded at the same time.It had happened in the hut. Right before Kor came to talk to her, but she had just brushed it off.But now, now she felt an outlandish nervousness settle over her.She wondered what could be wrong with her, but dismissed any unorthodox ideas that entered her mind.It can’t have anything to do with her and Vegeta being together.She was probably just exhausted from the day’s excitement.Or was there more to the situation than meets the eye?
She finally reached the door to her room.She pressed her finger against the identification pad and waited impatiently for the information to be processed.After what seemed a small eternity, the door finally slid open, and she stepped in gratefully.The room was dark, but this went unnoticed to Bulma.She was too tired to care.She kicked off her trainers unceremoniously and pulled off her jacket, making her way to the bathroom.
A shadow by the large concave window caught her eyes.In the dark room she could make out that their back was faced to her, but she knew who it was.
“Vegeta?”She whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb his seemingly calm introspection.Her heart began hammering as her eyes roamed across his broad Saiyan shoulders.She knew it was a bad idea to speak out, but she couldn’t help it.After his abrupt departure from the hut, she couldn’t help but worry about what was going on in his mind.And what was going on between them.
Vegeta turned slowly, his eyes narrowing in the dark room as his Saiyan vision caught her standing near the bathroom door.“We must talk.”It was all he said at that moment.
A heavy silence hung between the two as Bulma stood stunned.She tried to catch any inclination of humor or amusement on his face, but found neither.Vegeta had never wanted to just ‘talk’ to her before…He must be in a serious situation to cause such a notion within him to arise.
“What is it?”She asked slightly fearfully, catching the troubled glint in his eyes as he searched her face.It couldn’t be denied;
Something was very wrong.
~*~
There were no words to describe how she felt.
Saiyans were still alive, they had a new planet, and they had come looking for Vegeta.His father was still alive…These thoughts mingled together in her mind, swirling and blending together like a cocktail of jumbled words and emotions.
A terrible ache was already pounding in her heart.She didn’t know where it had come from.Why was she so upset at his leaving?What was wrong with her?The ache in her heart was growing stronger, almost forcing her to her knees; but she would not yield to the pain.She could not yield to the pain.She couldn’t show weakness in front of him; for she knew he would only retreat back into his cold shell.
The room was silent now; all that could be heard was the sloshing of sea water against the large concave window as creatures swam past.She stared at the reflection of herself in the window; she seemed to glisten as starlight filtered through the depths of the sea.
“So you have to go?”She murmured quietly, watching the tiny schools of fish zip past the window.She forced each word out as though it were sour.
He did not reply to her question, merely grunted an affirmative.
She couldn’t take it anymore.She couldn’t hold herself back.
Bulma whirled around to face him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.Vegeta stood still, arms folded as he observed her pained expression.He made no move to acknowledge her pain.
“And…And what about us?”She asked hesitantly, lowering her eyes away from his piercing gaze.She couldn’t stand the way he was looking at her.It felt as though his eyes were undressing her, caressing her body as well as her mind and soul.The hammering of her heart was starting to block out any outward sounds.
They had only been together one night, and already they were being separated?Kami worked in strange ways.He must enjoy torturing them with such abysmal cruelty.
Vegeta took a step forward.He was not good in dealing with such situations.It was awkward for him and he had no clue how to react.He slowly advanced upon her and raised her head to look at him.Already he could feel the desire between them rise upwards, spiraling dangerously out of control.
Her reaction had proved that the situation between them was becoming too severe.“I will return to fight the Androids.”He replied, not knowing what else to say. had only ever wanted her body, he never desired the emotions she carried with her.They would only tie him down; it would only make him weaker.
Bulma blinked, shielding the tears away, “Just to fight the Androids?”She pushed, wanting a proper answer from the Prince.Her eyes roved the chiseled features of his face, resting on his lips.She didn’t know what was happening.One minute she was upset, and the next she was filled with lust and wanting.
It was as if the same thing that happened the night before, was happening again; an invisible force pulling her towards him.She could have sworn that she heard the rhythmic pounding of drums traveling through the sea surrounding the palace.She shook her head, trying to force the sound of drums away from her mind.
The beating drums began to fade, and she slowly regained some semblance of control. she thought she had.Her brows furrowed as she frowned, slowly reaching up to trace his lips as her heart pounded in her chest.“What are you doing to me Vegeta?”She whispered, gently rubbing his bottom lip with concentration.
Vegeta inhaled sharply and grabbed her wrist, leading her finger away from his lips.He knew it was the affect of their bond and although it was only physical, it would lead to more if he allowed her to continue seducing him.“You’re not yourself, woman.”
Her eyes widened in realization.She wrenched her wrist from his grasp, stumbling away.The moment of lust and passion had been doused by the cold reality of his words.He was right.This was not her!Since when did she become affected so easily by a single man?Since when did she start acting like a lunatic, straight out of an insane asylum?!
Not even Yamcha had such power over her emotions, and yet being with Vegeta was like riding a rollercoaster.She couldn’t take it anymore; if she didn’t back away this behavior was going to drive her insane.“What’s happening to me Vegeta?What have you done?!”She demanded, taking deep breaths to calm the raging fire in her stomach.Something was terribly wrong with her.
Vegeta would not lie, but he could not tell her the truth, and so he remained silent.He would have to come back for her after visiting Bejiita-sei, or else the effect of the bond would drive her insane. seeing her behave in such a way, he knew that he had made a grave mistake.If he had known that the bond was so potent, he would have never foolishly initiated it.
He didn’t want to leave her; after all, she was an extremely experienced bed partner.But he knew that he couldn’t go to Bejiita-sei with her, not right away.He had to check everything, make sure everything was in working order before he brought her to the planet.But he would return to Earth.His goal would be achieved and he will defeat the Androids, as well as his Saiyan rival.
And he will take her back to Bejiita-sei.He wondered if she would consent to his plans, but then he knew that no one would dare to usurp his authority.
“Answer me!”Bulma cried, hysteria beginning to seep into her veins.She clutched her head with both hands, feeling an unnatural force burn a hole through her stomach.
The prospect of his leaving was causing her to deteriorate before his very eyes.
“Woman!”He flashed her a cold glare that he only reserved for dire situations.
An icy dread tingled up her spine.Bulma tried to snap her mouth shut, but couldn’t help asking, “Will you come back to Earth?Will you come back to Earth for me?Just answer that Vegeta.”She said in small voice, as though she were a child of five like Zora.
He nodded slowly, obsidian eyes glittering in the shadowed room. was all the answer she needed at that moment before she moved towards him and crushed her lips feverishly against his.He made no motion to retreat or protest, but simply complied with both their body’s desire.
And so that night, she had him.Fully and completely.She took him and she was fulfilled;
If only for the night.
~*~
They sat in the airy throne room, around a great marble table that was placed in the centre of the room.Jagged skeins of shimmering light danced across the three inhabitants of the room.The domed ceiling was made from Dran’s strongest glass, and as the moonlight and star shine filtered through the depths of the sea, tiny schools of fish and other sea creatures could be seen swimming by the dome ceiling, causing their shadows to be cast into the magnificent silver room.
Vegeta sat back, his arms folded as he listened to the tale that was being unfolded by the Saiyan rogue, Radt.
“There are one hundred thousand Saiyans,” Radt said, leaning forward, “That we have located.They’re known to our council as rogue Saiyans.”
The Saiyan Prince cocked a brow.In all of his travels, Vegeta had not come across a single Saiyan.It surprised him that there were so many alive.They had all survived Frieza’s genocide of their race, much to Vegeta’s amusement and surprise.It seemed that he had underestimated their abilities.
Saiyans were naturally cunning, so he wasn’t taken aback that their survival instincts had been roused when they learned of Frieza’s treachery.He wanted to learn more about this council that Radt and Rhuba belonged to.
Radt looked at his Prince and smiled.There was still no recognition on the Saiyan Prince’s behalf, and so Radt would have to wait to inform him of their acquaintance.But that could be done at any other moment.Right now he had to concentrate on convincing the Prince that their race was still in existence.
“All the Saiyan infants that were sent out on purging missions prior to Frieza’s attack have all survived.They are now currently in their mid to late-twenties, and have all turned out to be fine warriors.”Radt smirked, thinking about how many rogue Saiyans they had found.Their Saiyan race would flourish once again.
“It seems,” he continued, “That one of the Saiyan scientists reprogrammed all of the pods that held the Saiyan infants, and erased the initial neurological programmes that ordered the infants to destroy the planets they were sent to.This means that they knew who they were, and that they were to survive on the planet by any means necessary.This was done almost a week before Frieza attacked our planet.”He paused, seeing the look of confusion on Vegeta’s face.
Vegeta frowned, “How is it possible that the scientist would have known about Frieza’s motives?”
Radt and Rhuba looked at one another apprehensively.Rhuba cleared his throat and spoke up, “There is speculation that he and a few other Saiyans had the gift of sight and that they knew of Frieza’s treachery, and that it would happen swiftly before our race could retaliate.It would seem that he saved our race from complete elimination by reprogramming the pods.Those Saiyan children survived on the planets they were sent to purge, until they were collected by the Saiyan Elders.”
“What Saiyan Elders?”Vegeta asked, thoroughly interested in the news of his people’s survival.
Radt spoke now, “The scientist banded a group of Saiyan Elders together, twelve to be exact, all wise in knowledge of our culture and religion.The Saiyan Elders were the finest warriors on our planet and the oldest amongst our people.He sent them to another planet far away from Frieza’s reaches without his knowledge.They were never found during Frieza’s entire reign after he destroyed Vejita-sei.The Saiyan Elders were now a council of twelve and they each moved through Frieza’s empire undetected and every year they gathered more Saiyan children from the different planets before Frieza could learn of them.”
An odd glint twinkled in Vegeta’s eye, “If the scientist had learned of the lizard’s treachery, why didn’t he try to save the entire planet?!”He demanded, slamming his fist down on the marble table.The table groaned from the weight and five thin lines stemmed from Vegeta’s curled fist.The sound of cracking stone echoed around the room.
Radt bowed his head as he spoke in a low voice, “It could not be done.Our race could never have strengthened its forces in the short span of a week.You know this.”
“Where are the rogues now?”Vegeta said, scowling as many unanswered questions simmered in the back of his mind.
“We have gathered as many rogue Saiyans as we could find, from the different planets that we visited.Currently, we have found fifty thousand Saiyans in their mid-twenties, along with the twelve Saiyan Elders.The rogue Saiyans know of their heritage, their culture and their allegiance to the monarchy of Vejita-sei because of the programming in the pods and they are loyal to our people, however…”Radt trailed off, taking a deep breath.
“However, what?”Vegeta prompted angrily.
“The rogue Saiyans do not have the same blood lust that our people on Vejita-sei had.They are true and proud warriors, but it seems that most of the beliefs instilled in other Saiyan children at birth, was not given to them as their programming was changed.Many of the older Saiyans, the generation that have reached their mid to late-twenties, have mated outside of our race and some have even spawned half-breeds.”Radt held his breath; waiting for the Prince’s enraged response.
Much to Radt’s astonishment, Vegeta did not react in such a way.He merely asked, “Were they not informed through the neurological programmes that Saiyans never interbreed with other races?”
Radt shook his head, “No, that was one of the teachings that the scientist removed from the programmes.I’m not sure why, but he probably didn’t want to see our Saiyan lineage dwindle to nothing.It seems that he wanted Saiyan blood to continue through generations, whether the child born was of pure Saiyan blood or not made no difference at the time.”
“The Elders claim that it doesn’t matter if the pure blood of the Saiyans has mixed with other races, because of the circumstances we were in.We have reason to believe, as we’ve studied most of the half-breeds, that mixing Saiyan blood with other races compatible to our anatomy, is beneficial for us as a race.The half-breed children spawned are initially stronger than the pure blooded Saiyans that were born on Vejita-sei.This has been quite a remarkable discovery for the Saiyan Elders.”
Vegeta nodded slowly, gradually understanding the logic that was presented before him.His eyes widened briefly; no wonder Kakarott’s son was so powerful!He couldn’t believe his ears.His race had survived?!Of course they knew nothing of the old ways, but the Elders survived!They would know everything about the old Vejita-sei and how it was run.
Unlimited elation began to course through his veins as the prospect of becoming King drew nearer.His head was pounding from the euphoria he felt.Never before had such an emotion coursed through him.It was like an addictive drug.He was no longer the only true Saiyan alive; there were over a hundred thousand of them!He could almost taste the admiration…The power.It was unbelievable.Utterly unbelievable!In the span of an hour, his entire race had been restored to him.But…
“Are you based on a particular planet?”Vegeta asked quickly.
Rhuba nodded for his brother, and replied eagerly, “We are based on a similar planet to that of Vejita-sei, prior to Frieza’s attack.It is at the edge of the galaxy, isolated but it resembles our old planet perfectly.We have built up our civilization there over the past fifteen years and the Elders have named it Bejiita-sei.The planet has been restored and…So has the Royal House of Vejita-sei, your palace.It now only waits for your arrival, your highness.”
Vegeta rose slowly from his seat, feeling slightly overwhelmed.He even had a planet to rule!And he didn’t even need the aid of the Dragonballs!It was an absolute joke!For years he had been completely alone, thinking that no one had survived the massacre Vejita-sei, and yet now there was a whole planet full of thriving Saiyans.
One question remained in the back seat of his mind.
“Why did you not come for me?Why did the Elders leave me in the hands of Frieza, knowing that I was alive?”His temper flared at that moment.An unbelievable rage began to torment his mind as he realized that he was purposely left to suffer at the hands of Frieza.
Radt now stood quickly, worried that the Prince was becoming too heated, “Prince Vegeta, you must understand that it was impossible for us to take you from Frieza!If we had come after you, the creature would have known and killed us all, one by one.Forgive us, but we knew that he would be destroyed.As soon as we learnt of his fall, we set out to search for you.After over a year of searching, we have finally found you and we wish for you to come back with us to Bejiita-sei.Come with us and stand before the council, let them deal with this situation.”The rogue Saiyan was now pleading, his face weary from the day’s events.
With a flick of his wrist, the marble table fell to the ground with a crash; the pieces lay shattered across the floor of the throne room, just as his life had been many years ago; and still was to this day.“So I am only worth your time now that the threat of Frieza is gone?!”He growled menacingly, watching with malevolent amusement as the Saiyan known as Rhuba flinched as he raised his hand to send a ki ball in his direction.
“Do you not wish to see your father, Prince Vegeta?”Radt asked quietly, looking at the Prince intently.
Vegeta froze.The blood drained from his face, leaving the olive-skinned Prince looking deathly pale as though all color from his face had been leached away by an imaginary force.The energy ball in his palm flickered out as he stared at the two other Saiyans.He swallowed hard, forcing the lump in throat to slide down.“What did you say?”
~*~
The singular flame from the oil lamp flickered; its orange embers glowing as the smoke rose heavily, only managing to light the dark room dimly.The glowing flame danced hauntingly to an unsung melody, drawing the attention of the silent scientist sitting at the desk by the lamp.She gazed quietly at the flame of the lamp, sighing wearily as the day’s events took its toll on her.
For the past two hours Bulma had been answering all of Zora’s questions as well as tending to Zarbon.She couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at the barrage of questions, but that was the way every child operated.Although, she could see how this little girl had changed a warrior like Zarbon.She raised her hand to the oil lamp, letting her finger graze the misty glass as she traced the encased light shining from within.
Her thoughts seemed to drifting to a certain Prince, unwillingly.She didn’t want to think about him.He only caused confusion in her already bemused mind.What did she feel for him?
There wasn’t a single name she could put to the strange emotion that burned in the pit of her stomach.It was certainly not love…But then, what was she feeling?It was primal, almost as though it were an animalistic desire flooding her veins, ready to burst.And every time she thought of him, she felt herself growing giddy with unwanted yearning.
The heavy sensation of a hand on her shoulder brought her back into the dim room.She turned her head and found herself looking up into Kor’s concerned amber eyes.She forced a smile upon her lips, glancing at the cot in the corner of the room where Zarbon lay peacefully.“Where’s Zora?”She asked quietly, looking around for the little girl.She hadn’t even realized that Zora had disappeared from her side.
The older man smiled back, albeit slightly suspiciously, “I put her to sleep in the other room.”
Bulma frowned, “On the floor?”
An odd expression flitted across Kor’s face, “Yes, on the floor, where she sleeps every night.”
“It’s not good for a five year old to sleep on a cold floor.She could fall ill and die without proper medical attention.”She spoke softly, afraid of raising her voice and disturbing the still quiet of the night.Even though the hut was tiny, with only two rooms, their body heat was not enough to drive away the bitter chill of the evening.
Kor shook his head sadly, “Don’t you think I know that, my dear?”He paused, watching the beautiful woman carefully before adding, “She’s fallen ill before, but I have always managed to restore her back to health.”The wearied man cast a glance at the doorway that led to the other room, “She shouldn’t have to live in such conditions, but there is nothing I or Zarbon can do.It is a hopeless dream for us to leave this damned death trap.”
“I’m sorry you have to suffer so much,” she commented sympathetically, placing her hand over his as it rested upon her shoulder.“What… What happened to Zora’s mother?How did she die?”She asked, uncertain if she was delving too deep.
Kor smiled and removed his comforting hand from her shoulder, “It was a deadly virus, one that couldn’t be cured by me or my potions…”He trailed off, staring openly at the lamp she had been gazing at previously.
Bulma saw the pain in his eyes, and she felt her heart go out for the desolate family.Unshed tears from years before glistened in his amber eyes, remnants of faded memories casting a ghostly shadow in his amber eyes.
Another moment later, the look was gone from his face and he smiled down brilliantly at her.But the smile did not reach his eyes. could feel pain beneath the smile, but she wisely chose not to pursue the issue further.She watched with curiosity as he held out a small vial in the palm of his hand.
It was just like the red Porani he had offered her before, only this was blue.She then remembered how their meeting had come about.
She looked up at him in astonishment, “What is this for?”
“Your Porani, my dear.I’d say you deserve this, don’t you?”He quipped with amusement.
“I can’t accept that!Not now!”Bulma cried, shaking her head.It wouldn’t be right to take the potion for nothing, after seeing that he was in dire need of financial help.
“Will you deny me the pleasure of giving you a gift?”He demanded, still holding out the vial with a stern fatherly look upon his face.
Bulma chuckled and took the small vial from his hand, “Thank you Kor.How can I ever repay you?”She asked with sincerity.
He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t want payment from you…”A strange glint entered his eyes as he looked at her, causing Bulma to shiver.
“What?”She managed to croak out as he stared at her.
“You remind me so much of Khaya,” he whispered tearing his gaze away from the young woman lest he make a fool of himself.
“Your daughter?”She questioned stupidly.
Kor nodded and walked quickly away from her, unable to stand looking at the young woman.
Bulma peered at the vial in between her fingers.As she held it to the light, she could see tiny grains of what seemed like diamonds, float around in the bright blue liquid.You could barely see them; just as she had seen them in the red Porani.An overwhelming sadness engulfed her as she rolled the vial in between her fingers.
A sudden idea entered her mind as the liquid sloshed around in vial.A slow but steady smile twitched at her lips, excitement bubbling in her stomach at the hasty prospect.She knew exactly how to solve Kor’s problem.
~*~
“What did you say?”Vegeta demanded again, the urge to rip off the Saiyans head seeming to grow more appealing to him.
Radt rose from his seat slowly, trying his best to appear calm.“I asked you, if you wanted to see your father,” he repeated slowly, catching the dangerous glare that was smoldering on the Prince’s face.If the urge was called, he wasn’t afraid to face the Prince in combat, even though he knew he had the strength of a fruit fly compared to the Saiyan Prince.Of that there was no mistake.
“How dare you,” Vegeta snarled quietly, sneering as he clenched his fists treacherously.“You know very well that Frieza killed my father!”He was ready to blast the insubordinate Saiyan for ever mentioning his father.
“What gives you the right to even think about uttering my father’s presence in your lies?!”But something held Vegeta back from taking action.He didn’t know what it was.It was as if a rope had been tied around his waist and was holding him back from killing the Saiyan.
The rogue Saiyan knelt before the Prince, ready to take any punishment that was dealt.“You’re mistaken Prince Vegeta.Your father was not killed by Frieza.It pains me to say this, but he was kept alive.He wasn’t allowed to die honorably.Instead, Frieza kept him alive and informed him of your progress in his army…As well as torturing him for the better part of twenty years.But if you choose not to believe me, then it is in your power to kill me now.”He lowered his head, waiting for the death blow.
Vegeta inhaled sharply.As the grieved words poured from Radt’s mouth, they pierced his body like poisoned daggers, each one laying imbedded deeply into his soul.His father was alive?The man he had loathed…And at the same time admired, was alive?The prospect of seeing his father set his nerves on edge.Once again he was filled with excitement yet apprehension.
Everything was happening too quickly, and yet it could not have happened any faster.Twenty years had gone by at a snail’s pace as he believed his father was dead and now…Now he had hope to believe that the one man he had admired, was alive.
They had a strange relationship, him and his father.But in the back of his mind, Vegeta still couldn’t understand why his father chose to be so cowardly against Frieza, and give him up to the slippery lizard as a bargaining tool.
There were many questions left unanswered in Vegeta’s mind and he was certain his father would have the answers.There was no question now as to what he was going to do.“Is he well?”He found himself asking.Twenty years under Frieza’s rule had been taxing for Vegeta.He barely escaped the lizard’s clutches with only a shred of his sanity; he wondered how his father had fared against the merciless dictator.
Radt looked up abruptly and rose, barely being able to hide the anger on his face.“Scarcely.Frieza did not let him live in peace.For twenty years your father was subjected to torment and pain, not only physically but mentally.After Frieza’s fall, we found him on one of his army bases that we had conquered, his body had almost deteriorated, but he somehow managed to survive.”Just as Vegeta had survived when he was under Frieza’s rule.“He is but a shadow of his former glory.”
A cold chill swept into Vegeta’s bones.He had managed to escape Frieza’s torture without much mental scarring, why had his father not?Why had his father been so weak?He narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean by a shadow?”
“He is not the King of the past.He has changed.But perhaps it would be better if you saw for yourself?”Rhuba interjected quietly.
Vegeta turned to look at the other Saiyan, suspicion marring his face.“You two do not seem to be rogue Saiyans, why is that?”He found himself asking distrustfully.
Rhuba smirked slightly, “We were children, barely five, when we were sent with the Saiyan Elder’s away from Vejita-sei.Our grandfather is one of the Elders and he refused to leave without taking us.We were brought up traditionally, yet the long years seem to have changed our ways slightly.”
Vegeta nodded slowly, “Very well.We will leave for Bejiita-sei tomorrow.It seems I have a throne to reclaim.”He smirked at the two brothers as they knelt once more.
He was not alone in the universe.There were others like him…And his father was alive.No longer would the ghost of his father haunt him in his dreams and no longer would he feel guilty or angry for his death.For now, he was going home; to his own planet, his own people where he would be eternally worshipped and respected as royalty.
The Prince of all Saiyans had returned.
~*~
Bulma walked quickly down the halls of the underwater palace, eager to return to her room and sleep off they day’s feverish adventure.The idea that had struck her was pure genius.She had left Kor, Zora and Zarbon, albeit with guilty relief.She had to get away from the depressing slum where they lived.
But she had promised to return the next day with good news.She had decided that in the morning, she would ask the King of Dran if Zarbon could work as a palace guard and live under the ocean.It was common knowledge that the palace guards received a hefty sum for their work as it was considered to be dangerous.
Zarbon would be perfect for the job; after all, he was much stronger than the average Dranien!And it would also mean that Zora wouldn’t have to stay in the dirty slums of Drizao, as they would have their own quarters in the palace.They could live in peace.
Bulma knew it was a lot to ask of the King, but she also knew he wouldn’t deny her anything.After all, Dran had planetary ties with Earth, and she was held in high regard by the King, so she didn’t see it as a hard job to convince him.
And so she had gotten Kor to agree with her idea, after all the city slums were not a place for a young child to grow up in.She promised Kor she would return in the morning after asking the King for his consent to place Zarbon as a royal guard.
Her plan was infallible.
Bulma’s legs seemed to ache as she finally reached the door to her room.The previous adrenaline had slipped away, leaving her exhausted and in dire need of a soothing bath.As her pace slowed, her thoughts drifted once more to a certain Saiyan.Every time she thought about him. A strange sensation seemed to grow in the pit of her stomach.
It coiled and curled like springs, making her nauseas and lightheaded at the same time.It had happened in the hut. Right before Kor came to talk to her, but she had just brushed it off.But now, now she felt an outlandish nervousness settle over her.She wondered what could be wrong with her, but dismissed any unorthodox ideas that entered her mind.It can’t have anything to do with her and Vegeta being together.She was probably just exhausted from the day’s excitement.Or was there more to the situation than meets the eye?
She finally reached the door to her room.She pressed her finger against the identification pad and waited impatiently for the information to be processed.After what seemed a small eternity, the door finally slid open, and she stepped in gratefully.The room was dark, but this went unnoticed to Bulma.She was too tired to care.She kicked off her trainers unceremoniously and pulled off her jacket, making her way to the bathroom.
A shadow by the large concave window caught her eyes.In the dark room she could make out that their back was faced to her, but she knew who it was.
“Vegeta?”She whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb his seemingly calm introspection.Her heart began hammering as her eyes roamed across his broad Saiyan shoulders.She knew it was a bad idea to speak out, but she couldn’t help it.After his abrupt departure from the hut, she couldn’t help but worry about what was going on in his mind.And what was going on between them.
Vegeta turned slowly, his eyes narrowing in the dark room as his Saiyan vision caught her standing near the bathroom door.“We must talk.”It was all he said at that moment.
A heavy silence hung between the two as Bulma stood stunned.She tried to catch any inclination of humor or amusement on his face, but found neither.Vegeta had never wanted to just ‘talk’ to her before…He must be in a serious situation to cause such a notion within him to arise.
“What is it?”She asked slightly fearfully, catching the troubled glint in his eyes as he searched her face.It couldn’t be denied;
Something was very wrong.
~*~
There were no words to describe how she felt.
Saiyans were still alive, they had a new planet, and they had come looking for Vegeta.His father was still alive…These thoughts mingled together in her mind, swirling and blending together like a cocktail of jumbled words and emotions.
A terrible ache was already pounding in her heart.She didn’t know where it had come from.Why was she so upset at his leaving?What was wrong with her?The ache in her heart was growing stronger, almost forcing her to her knees; but she would not yield to the pain.She could not yield to the pain.She couldn’t show weakness in front of him; for she knew he would only retreat back into his cold shell.
The room was silent now; all that could be heard was the sloshing of sea water against the large concave window as creatures swam past.She stared at the reflection of herself in the window; she seemed to glisten as starlight filtered through the depths of the sea.
“So you have to go?”She murmured quietly, watching the tiny schools of fish zip past the window.She forced each word out as though it were sour.
He did not reply to her question, merely grunted an affirmative.
She couldn’t take it anymore.She couldn’t hold herself back.
Bulma whirled around to face him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.Vegeta stood still, arms folded as he observed her pained expression.He made no move to acknowledge her pain.
“And…And what about us?”She asked hesitantly, lowering her eyes away from his piercing gaze.She couldn’t stand the way he was looking at her.It felt as though his eyes were undressing her, caressing her body as well as her mind and soul.The hammering of her heart was starting to block out any outward sounds.
They had only been together one night, and already they were being separated?Kami worked in strange ways.He must enjoy torturing them with such abysmal cruelty.
Vegeta took a step forward.He was not good in dealing with such situations.It was awkward for him and he had no clue how to react.He slowly advanced upon her and raised her head to look at him.Already he could feel the desire between them rise upwards, spiraling dangerously out of control.
Her reaction had proved that the situation between them was becoming too severe.“I will return to fight the Androids.”He replied, not knowing what else to say. had only ever wanted her body, he never desired the emotions she carried with her.They would only tie him down; it would only make him weaker.
Bulma blinked, shielding the tears away, “Just to fight the Androids?”She pushed, wanting a proper answer from the Prince.Her eyes roved the chiseled features of his face, resting on his lips.She didn’t know what was happening.One minute she was upset, and the next she was filled with lust and wanting.
It was as if the same thing that happened the night before, was happening again; an invisible force pulling her towards him.She could have sworn that she heard the rhythmic pounding of drums traveling through the sea surrounding the palace.She shook her head, trying to force the sound of drums away from her mind.
The beating drums began to fade, and she slowly regained some semblance of control. she thought she had.Her brows furrowed as she frowned, slowly reaching up to trace his lips as her heart pounded in her chest.“What are you doing to me Vegeta?”She whispered, gently rubbing his bottom lip with concentration.
Vegeta inhaled sharply and grabbed her wrist, leading her finger away from his lips.He knew it was the affect of their bond and although it was only physical, it would lead to more if he allowed her to continue seducing him.“You’re not yourself, woman.”
Her eyes widened in realization.She wrenched her wrist from his grasp, stumbling away.The moment of lust and passion had been doused by the cold reality of his words.He was right.This was not her!Since when did she become affected so easily by a single man?Since when did she start acting like a lunatic, straight out of an insane asylum?!
Not even Yamcha had such power over her emotions, and yet being with Vegeta was like riding a rollercoaster.She couldn’t take it anymore; if she didn’t back away this behavior was going to drive her insane.“What’s happening to me Vegeta?What have you done?!”She demanded, taking deep breaths to calm the raging fire in her stomach.Something was terribly wrong with her.
Vegeta would not lie, but he could not tell her the truth, and so he remained silent.He would have to come back for her after visiting Bejiita-sei, or else the effect of the bond would drive her insane. seeing her behave in such a way, he knew that he had made a grave mistake.If he had known that the bond was so potent, he would have never foolishly initiated it.
He didn’t want to leave her; after all, she was an extremely experienced bed partner.But he knew that he couldn’t go to Bejiita-sei with her, not right away.He had to check everything, make sure everything was in working order before he brought her to the planet.But he would return to Earth.His goal would be achieved and he will defeat the Androids, as well as his Saiyan rival.
And he will take her back to Bejiita-sei.He wondered if she would consent to his plans, but then he knew that no one would dare to usurp his authority.
“Answer me!”Bulma cried, hysteria beginning to seep into her veins.She clutched her head with both hands, feeling an unnatural force burn a hole through her stomach.
The prospect of his leaving was causing her to deteriorate before his very eyes.
“Woman!”He flashed her a cold glare that he only reserved for dire situations.
An icy dread tingled up her spine.Bulma tried to snap her mouth shut, but couldn’t help asking, “Will you come back to Earth?Will you come back to Earth for me?Just answer that Vegeta.”She said in small voice, as though she were a child of five like Zora.
He nodded slowly, obsidian eyes glittering in the shadowed room. was all the answer she needed at that moment before she moved towards him and crushed her lips feverishly against his.He made no motion to retreat or protest, but simply complied with both their body’s desire.
And so that night, she had him.Fully and completely.She took him and she was fulfilled;
If only for the night.
~*~