Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Lost ( Chapter 17 )
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By: inuy21 
Time spent apart...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 454 | Status: Completed
Time spent apart...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 454 | Status: Completed
Prompt was: "Eternity".
A/N: Thanks to my first reviewer: Princess_P! I'm glad you like ^^
A/N part 2: This is a sequel to "Relax a Little".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
It had been a month. One month. 30 days. Way too fucking long, according to her brain and body. She couldn’t wait for him to come back so she could tell him what a big fat liar he was. She sighed and rested her face in her hands.
Unfortunately she didn’t know when he was coming back. Her father had stocked the spaceship with enough fuel to last him 6 months. She prayed that he wouldn’t use it all because knowing him, he could stretch that amount into a full year if he wanted.
“Ms. Briefs, the meeting is ready to begin.”
She looked up at the random employee and nodded. “Thank you. Tell them I’ll be there shortly.” With that, she was left alone again. She stood from her desk and went to the large window to look outside. “You better come back,” she threatened as she looked up to the sky. “Trunks and Capsule aren’t even close to keeping me busy.”
She had gotten so used to him just being there, monopolizing her time--especially at night. She had gotten used to the heat, and now her bed was always cold--no matter how far she snuggled under the covers.
She turned away from the window and grabbed the folders off her desk.
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When he’d first returned into space, he had almost been excited. It had definitely been too long since his last trip into the blackness of space. He had felt something inside him shift and make him just a bit lighter, but as the days turned to weeks and the weeks into months, he was starting to rethink things. As he’d explored the solar systems, looking to find the missing piece of himself, he found that things had indeed changed.
More planets had disappeared since his trip before the androids, a fact that had plagued his mind those first few weeks. Had a new tyrant picked up where Frieza had left off? Should he check? Was it even worth his time? The last thought had hit the hardest.
Since when had he NOT wanted to rule over the galaxy! It should have been in his genes to want it. At least it had been ingrained into his mind at a very young age that that was his destiny. That was, until he’d landed on Earth and faced Kakarot. His tail had been cut off, his pride had been bruised, but he’d learned something that would benefit him. Of course, that had all gone to hell once he learned that Frieza had overheard the news of the Dragonballs.
He grunted as he stepped out of the shower.
He had once again been dicked over by the universe. Yet he’d been so close to gaining eternal life on Namek, only to have it slip through his fingertips at the last moment. ‘Fucking Frieza, fucking Namek.’ Of course the real reason had been those damn brats! Kakarot’s “friends” had been the reason he had lost his chance.
He shook his head, water flying from his spiked hair. It didn’t matter, it was the past. He was--dare he say--different now. He had been totally defeated by Cell, and he’d had to watch as Kakarot’s brat defeated the monster. That moment had somehow leveled him, that and watching his future son die. The fact that Kakarot had also decided to stay in the after-life didn’t sit well with him, either. He hung the towel back on it’s rack and went over to the small chest of drawers.
That’s how he’d found himself staying at Capsule Corp yet again and back in bed with the blue-haired female. Another part he hated to admit to himself, that he was in a sort-of relationship with the woman. It was, at least, a relationship compared to what they shared before Trunks was conceived.
He grabbed a battle suit from the drawer and pulled it on.
He had willingly stuck himself on the blue and green planet. Whether it was because he truly had nowhere else to go or perhaps it was seeing the potential his son held. He growled. Or because of that nagging woman that had somehow sparked his interest and was a constant challenge.
He slipped the armor over his head. He’d done enough thinking, now it was time to blow some shit up. A smirk appeared on his lips as he exited the ship.
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Bulma slipped into the cold bed, her hand running over the unused side, as she had done every night for the past 3 months. It seemed as though her warrior was going to take his sweet ass time. Although, she couldn’t really blame him since it was his nature as a Saiyan.
She closed her eyes, her hand still laying over the empty spot. Her mind still running a million-miles-a-minute, until she heard the unmistakable sound of the capsule spaceship landing. She sighed. Did he really think that coming back in the middle of the night was less conspicuous? Since most normal people were sleeping by this hour, all he was doing was waking those poor civilians up.
She heard the ship shut off, and wondered what he was going to do. Would he come to see her or would he wait until morning? She smiled softly. ‘He better get his ass up here!’ She didn’t have to wait long.
She kept her eyes closed as she heard the door open and quickly close. Next, the sound of cloth rustling, and a thump as his armor was tossed to the floor. As she heard the rustling of cloth once again, she could feel her heart accelerate.
She finally opened her eyes as she felt the bed shift with his weight. “Welcome back,” she said softly, her eyes taking in his nude form. “Did you miss me?” she teased.
He snorted before leaning down to kiss her. “Something like that, I suppose.” His arrogant smirk set upon his mouth. “And what about you?”
Her arms wrapped his neck, her lips brushing his. “You’re a fucking liar.” She watched as he raised an eyebrow. “I had all this free time I didn’t know what to do with.”
He chuckled as he sat back on his knees, pulling her up so she sat on his thighs. “Is that so?”
Her nose rubbed against his as she pressed her body to his. “Yes,” she pouted. “I’m just glad you decided to come back,” her voice softer than usual.
He nudged her nose with his, tipping her head back a little. “Why wouldn’t I? I have nowhere else to return to,” he told her honestly, albeit a little bit angry. At what? He wasn’t sure if it was the fact of having no official home or that she doubted him.
She sighed, easily picking up the anger in his voice and the heating of his skin. “I mean early. You could have easily stayed out there for a year.”
“I did what I had to do and came back. Would you be happier if I left again?” he grunted, his hold on her relaxing, letting her slip away from his body.
“No.” She pulled herself back up against him. “These last 3 months have felt like an eternity, I don’t think I could bear any longer without you.” Her face pressed against his neck as she felt the tears burn at the back of her eyes.
A hand came up to rest in her short blue hair. His other hand resting at the small of her back, and for once he just held her.
A/N: Thanks to my first reviewer: Princess_P! I'm glad you like ^^
A/N part 2: This is a sequel to "Relax a Little".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
It had been a month. One month. 30 days. Way too fucking long, according to her brain and body. She couldn’t wait for him to come back so she could tell him what a big fat liar he was. She sighed and rested her face in her hands.
Unfortunately she didn’t know when he was coming back. Her father had stocked the spaceship with enough fuel to last him 6 months. She prayed that he wouldn’t use it all because knowing him, he could stretch that amount into a full year if he wanted.
“Ms. Briefs, the meeting is ready to begin.”
She looked up at the random employee and nodded. “Thank you. Tell them I’ll be there shortly.” With that, she was left alone again. She stood from her desk and went to the large window to look outside. “You better come back,” she threatened as she looked up to the sky. “Trunks and Capsule aren’t even close to keeping me busy.”
She had gotten so used to him just being there, monopolizing her time--especially at night. She had gotten used to the heat, and now her bed was always cold--no matter how far she snuggled under the covers.
She turned away from the window and grabbed the folders off her desk.
____________________________________________________________ ______
When he’d first returned into space, he had almost been excited. It had definitely been too long since his last trip into the blackness of space. He had felt something inside him shift and make him just a bit lighter, but as the days turned to weeks and the weeks into months, he was starting to rethink things. As he’d explored the solar systems, looking to find the missing piece of himself, he found that things had indeed changed.
More planets had disappeared since his trip before the androids, a fact that had plagued his mind those first few weeks. Had a new tyrant picked up where Frieza had left off? Should he check? Was it even worth his time? The last thought had hit the hardest.
Since when had he NOT wanted to rule over the galaxy! It should have been in his genes to want it. At least it had been ingrained into his mind at a very young age that that was his destiny. That was, until he’d landed on Earth and faced Kakarot. His tail had been cut off, his pride had been bruised, but he’d learned something that would benefit him. Of course, that had all gone to hell once he learned that Frieza had overheard the news of the Dragonballs.
He grunted as he stepped out of the shower.
He had once again been dicked over by the universe. Yet he’d been so close to gaining eternal life on Namek, only to have it slip through his fingertips at the last moment. ‘Fucking Frieza, fucking Namek.’ Of course the real reason had been those damn brats! Kakarot’s “friends” had been the reason he had lost his chance.
He shook his head, water flying from his spiked hair. It didn’t matter, it was the past. He was--dare he say--different now. He had been totally defeated by Cell, and he’d had to watch as Kakarot’s brat defeated the monster. That moment had somehow leveled him, that and watching his future son die. The fact that Kakarot had also decided to stay in the after-life didn’t sit well with him, either. He hung the towel back on it’s rack and went over to the small chest of drawers.
That’s how he’d found himself staying at Capsule Corp yet again and back in bed with the blue-haired female. Another part he hated to admit to himself, that he was in a sort-of relationship with the woman. It was, at least, a relationship compared to what they shared before Trunks was conceived.
He grabbed a battle suit from the drawer and pulled it on.
He had willingly stuck himself on the blue and green planet. Whether it was because he truly had nowhere else to go or perhaps it was seeing the potential his son held. He growled. Or because of that nagging woman that had somehow sparked his interest and was a constant challenge.
He slipped the armor over his head. He’d done enough thinking, now it was time to blow some shit up. A smirk appeared on his lips as he exited the ship.
____________________________________________________________ ___
Bulma slipped into the cold bed, her hand running over the unused side, as she had done every night for the past 3 months. It seemed as though her warrior was going to take his sweet ass time. Although, she couldn’t really blame him since it was his nature as a Saiyan.
She closed her eyes, her hand still laying over the empty spot. Her mind still running a million-miles-a-minute, until she heard the unmistakable sound of the capsule spaceship landing. She sighed. Did he really think that coming back in the middle of the night was less conspicuous? Since most normal people were sleeping by this hour, all he was doing was waking those poor civilians up.
She heard the ship shut off, and wondered what he was going to do. Would he come to see her or would he wait until morning? She smiled softly. ‘He better get his ass up here!’ She didn’t have to wait long.
She kept her eyes closed as she heard the door open and quickly close. Next, the sound of cloth rustling, and a thump as his armor was tossed to the floor. As she heard the rustling of cloth once again, she could feel her heart accelerate.
She finally opened her eyes as she felt the bed shift with his weight. “Welcome back,” she said softly, her eyes taking in his nude form. “Did you miss me?” she teased.
He snorted before leaning down to kiss her. “Something like that, I suppose.” His arrogant smirk set upon his mouth. “And what about you?”
Her arms wrapped his neck, her lips brushing his. “You’re a fucking liar.” She watched as he raised an eyebrow. “I had all this free time I didn’t know what to do with.”
He chuckled as he sat back on his knees, pulling her up so she sat on his thighs. “Is that so?”
Her nose rubbed against his as she pressed her body to his. “Yes,” she pouted. “I’m just glad you decided to come back,” her voice softer than usual.
He nudged her nose with his, tipping her head back a little. “Why wouldn’t I? I have nowhere else to return to,” he told her honestly, albeit a little bit angry. At what? He wasn’t sure if it was the fact of having no official home or that she doubted him.
She sighed, easily picking up the anger in his voice and the heating of his skin. “I mean early. You could have easily stayed out there for a year.”
“I did what I had to do and came back. Would you be happier if I left again?” he grunted, his hold on her relaxing, letting her slip away from his body.
“No.” She pulled herself back up against him. “These last 3 months have felt like an eternity, I don’t think I could bear any longer without you.” Her face pressed against his neck as she felt the tears burn at the back of her eyes.
A hand came up to rest in her short blue hair. His other hand resting at the small of her back, and for once he just held her.