Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reason vs feelings ❯ Telling the news ( Chapter 2 )

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Ch. 2 - Telling the news


I didn't see my father during the whole week following his announcement, not even for dinner, refusing categorically any contact with the man who had sold me like a vulgar beast.

I spent my time locked in my bedroom, thinking, cursing my father, destroying almost every gift he gave me or simply breaking down in tears before slumping in a restless slumber.

My seclusion saw its end arrives through the appearance of Mandry, my more faithful maid, who brought me a missive from Yamcha. He asked me to join him, the next morning, in the royal garden, near the easter entry of the forest, the place of our first encounter.

Yamcha had left almost three months ago. His detachment having been sent to Perincles, a far away colony, for a routine operation. As a matter of fact, lately, I had been pondering when I would see him again.

So, this unexpected date, as well as the love reflected in each one of his sentences, filled me of an unequalled joy. But it was completely ephemeral given the circumstances. I absolutely needed to tell him this upheaval of my existence.

Thus, what should have been an unforgettable meeting between lovers, was transformed into one of the most dreadful moments that I had to live.


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Sitting on the white granite bench, I contemplate the shining rays reflected on pod's surface. A frog croaks and an indigo dragonfly flutters near my knees then goes away all wings buzzing. In the distance, the melodious chirp of birds rises from trees, which move at rhythm of the soft breeze of this afternoon. The flower's diversity brightens indisputably the place, denoting with vivacity from the greener surrounding. It's lovely here and I hate it. It's a too painful remaining of what I'm going to loss : my world, my people, my friends, my love... my life.

I cast down my eyes on Yamcha's letter, brushing thoughtfully the rough paper with the end of my fingers. Impatience is overcoming me and I can help but smile. Yet, it instantly turns into a frown as I remember all the things that will have to be said here. Now, it's agitation that seizes me.

I know I need to be calm when he arrives. So, I take back an attitude of quiet expectation, inspiring and expiring at a regular pace, and it seems to work rather well. I'm ready to see him!

As on cue, grass rustle warns me that somebody is approching. I immediately recognize Yamcha's slightly asymmetrical features. He looks at me with insistence while walking, a glance including me whole. His eyes stares longingly.

And, somewhere in my being's depth, I feel my heart whimper. Could I have loved him forever? If so, this meeting will leave the painful memory of what could have been.

He approaches me, the subtlest of smiles crossing his lips while his eyes sparkle of an enigmatic joy barely dissimulated. I don't know what but I feel like I'm missing something here. His behavior is more delighted than usually. Or maybe it's my sorrowful state which misleads me.

I don't have time to muse further over this impression as he sits down near me and gently takes my hand within his before kissing softly my palm, a gesture of tenderness which he never fails to repeat.

- "Bulma, babe. It's been too long since I saw you"

- "I know Yamcha. I missed you as well. Your affectation lasted way too much"

He smiles and, without warning, impulsively takes me in his arms. As spontaneously, I huddle up against him as he tightens his hug, holding my head in his shoulder's hollow. All formalities are forgotten through this gesture and there's no more titles between us, we are nothing but two lovers happy to see each other again.

But I know that I'm living a moment that cannot last, know that soon, I would have to break the spell. Thus, I put my hand over his chest and try to push him nicely. Doing so, I feel his heart's beats and, more relevant, I also feel his love for me : wild, absolute, passionate. It's like a magnetic form wrapping me and melting my resolution. How in hell will I be able to let him go?

- "Come with me, Bulma"

He says then stands up and takes me by the hand, leading us inside the forest. I don't question him. I know exactly where we are going. After some minutes, we arrive at a small clearing, which I recognize for having spent here so many unforgettable moments in his company. In fact, we could call it our place. Its ideal if you don't wish to be disturbed, if you need some secrecy. The grass is dense and high, making a perfect shell against indiscreet eyes, and the clearing smallness prevents from drawing the attention of eventual intruders. We stop near an old weeping willow, on which we had engraved our initials before his last departure. He silently invites me to sit and I comply, taking care to bend my legs under my dress. Under me, the grass is fresh but not enough to stain.

Standing in front of me, he still hasn't utter a single word, even if I can see a certain agitation consuming him. Suddenly, he kneels and stares straight in my eyes. I find myself, as soon, captive of his hazel pits of emotions, while my heart starts to palpitate like a butterfly in a glass' cage. It's something extraordinary, because I can't rip my eyes from him anymore.

And, before I can react, he puts a ring on my left annular. Then, he drops in front of me, his eyes radiant, his previous euphoria spread all over his features, waiting for me to understand. My eyebrows wrinkling, I contemplate the ring. It's a gold solitaire crimped of a diamond. And it hits me straight off. It's an engagement ring!

It carries a message of eternal love. Symbolic and magnificent, it respects the basic principles. Indeed, the diamond, which overhangs the ring, imposes purity and splendor. Perfectly cut, it reflects a surprising light. But, the originality resides in the ring's shape : its looks like two hands holding the diamond.

I struggle to keep my tears trapped behind my eyelids as I observed the jewel on my finger. Destiny had mocked me again. Whereas my father had just promised me to a perfect stranger without my assent, the man of my life finally decides to ask me in marriage. Through the turmoil of my mind, I heard him say :

- "Bulma, my love, before you say anything, I ought you the truth. Well, you had the right to know that, those last months, I didn't really leave to fulfill an official mission. In fact, I had a private contract, as a mercenary. It brought me sufficient money to offer you an engagement ring worth enough for a princess"

This acknowledge makes me want to cry all the more. Every vein, every beat of my heart begs me to let this crushing sorrow unleash. But I stubbornly refuse. What I must tell him it's already too heartbreaking, I can't inflict him my tears in addition.

- "Yamcha, I'm sorry but... I can't accept" My voice isn't more audible than a whisper, still it contains enough firmness to be intransigent. In his astonished glance, I can read all the questions crossing his brain.

- "Why?" he articulates with difficulty.

- "I... I'm already engaged... to Prince Vegeta, heir to the Saya-jin Empire"

On his face, the truth's devastation seems to leave a limpid way, exploding in his brown orbs and annihilating his mind. My heart starts to bleed when I see a glittering liquid at the corner of his eyes. But I had to answer the question he hasn't asked out loud : how come?

- "My father imposed this choice. As for me... I could do nothing but consent"

My confession cause tears to surface again and trembles at my lashes' end. As soon, I feel the need to explain myself, to make him understand why I didn't have any other alternative. Although, I can't tell which of us I'm really trying to convince.

- "It's a marriage of convenience, Yamcha. Nothing to do with feelings. I couldn’t refuse... my father couldn't do otherwise. All this wretched war ruined our world. Even the new colonies we received aren't enough to raise our economy. He had the duty, as our monarch, to attempt something, to guarantee our prosperity again. As for King Vegeta, the father of my future husband, he saw in this union a way to reinforce his position as the sovereign of the newly established Saya-jin's empire, which he's still consolidating. You are aware that I belong to a noble and old family whose influence and respectability never decreased in spite of our financial problems. He hopes thus to legitimate our future heirs, for them to reach the throne without any contest on behalf of the alliance's members"

As I churn out all of this in a monotonous voice, like I'm not mainly concerned by what I'm telling, Yamcha doesn't seem to believe his ears. Slowly, he takes his air full hands, as if he wanted to estimate, by touch, the state of his intellectual abilities. After what feels like an eternity, he abruptly asks :

- "Is there really nothing to do?"

- "Nothing covers up an immense territory. But, in this case, changing my father's mind would be equivalent to make a flower grow in space" I'm not trying to make any kind of humor with this sentence. I only wish for him to understand that our chances are close to zero. But he doesn't seem to record my insinuation"

- "I will try. I will talk to him, millions times if needed, but I will make him yield. I can't afford to lose you over a political deal. Not as long as I will keep breathing"

His tensed voice lets foresee the fury hardly controlled. My father had always been the only but inexhaustible prickly subject in our relationship. Besides, he is the main reason why our unconditional love remained hidden this long, as an infamous secret of which we were ashamed. I'm the daughter of a king and Yamcha is only a soldier among so many others in the army of this same king, even his rank of captain doesn't make any difference. So, from the beginning, our story was doomed to fail as no one in this planet will never accept such a prohibit affair. Yet, at first, I never took account of these considerations and he courted me openly and publicly. No one seemed to be offended by this until it became obvious that, in fact, it wasn't a passing fancy but something deeper. As soon, it became a subject of gossip and speculation and the court started to get outraged , causing my father steps in. He prohibited me to see Yamcha again, thus sealing our story and hurling it in the hidden recess of secrecy. And, to ensure my obedience, he even sent Yamcha in first line during war, although his detachment had remained here for defence purpose since the beginning of the conflict. But, when he came back, two years ago, we couldn't stay away from each other and, thanks to Mandry who played messengers, we find a way too see us again. Of course, it sullied considerably the relative harmony we had found together. Still, our love survived in spite of all those obstacles, until today at least.

And now Yamcha is asking me to let him go and get killed while I know for sure that nothing he can try will change my destiny. If he even speaks to my father, he will incontestably get rid of him like a mere insect under his sole. And I can't let that occur.

- "No! He will never listen. He will get you executed! It's finished, Yamcha. You and me reached the end of our relation" I finally cry out what I had promised myself to say, standing up in a single motion and shaking my head violently, my long blue hair whipping my face, which has the fortuitous effect of hiding the tears I can't contain anymore.

I take several short and jerky inspirations then realize that my outburst seems to have created a new dimension in the silence around us, as if every living being in the forest is keeping quiet to follow our couple's split.

- "Then come with me, Bulma. Flee this planet and the morons who live here. We will find somewhere to start a new life, far away from your father and all his oppressive laws"

His proposal is tantalizing and, for a moment, I'm really tempted to accept it. Escape would be so easy. We could find a beautiful place where settle and be allowed to love each other freely. But afterwards? What will my people become? What will my father's reaction be? For sure, he will never accept my departure and will send half his army after us. And perhaps, he will even get the help of King Vegeta, who cares as much as him about this union. So, we will never have any kind of peace, we will have to live like fugitives. And, when they will find us, what's bound to arrive given our limited resources, our fate will be worse than now.

- "No Yamcha. Once again, I can't accept. He will find us and kill you under my every eyes. Then he will take me back here and force me to marry Prince Vegeta. In the end, my father will have his way. I have no choice but to accept what cannot be prevented. Not only because of my father but also because there's no other solution. Moreover, I also owe it to my people, it's my duty!"

Yamcha stands up and takes a step back. Then, he says, in a jolted voice, like he's being assaulted by vertiginous thoughts :

- "In other words, you are asking me to accept the situation and continue my life like I had never known you?"

There's, in his tone, a confession of helplessness, of defeat, which is contagious. And, for a moment, none of us makes any comment, too much involved in our own thoughts.

But I'm instantaneously taken back to reality when he bursts into an oddly hollow laughter which hardly dissimulates an ironic undertone. His eyes are riveted to mines as if he's trying to break through my mind and, when he speaks again, his voice holds a sharpness that lacerates my heart.

- "You already knew this, didn't you, Bulma? All those years during which you claimed to love me, you already knew that we couldn't have a future together, that your father would end up marrying you to a man with a better social status than mine. Deep down, you knew you could never grant your promises... and you let me fall head over heels for you, Bulma. You let me indulge in such a passion that it's consuming me alive, turning me into a clumsy slave of a relation only existing to satisfy the whims of a spoiled girl. Why did you do this, Bulma? Why did you refuse to see the obvious? By selfishness? Because all those secret meetings excited your dull life?"

Each one of his accusations feels like a powerful blow. It's like he finally cleared the access to all his doubts and they started to pour out in a torrent that he can't control anymore. But, what was first his own uncertainty, became finally mine too. Was it possible? Had I simply rejected what I didn't want to acknowledge? Had I delivery sought refuge in the secrecy, in the swirl of the beginning and the excitation offered by such a relation?

If I'm honest, I always knew that my father would one day ask me to marry someone else. But I hoped that, when it would happen, I could convince him to drop his project and accept my union with Yamcha. It wasn't the first time it occurred in our family. His own grandfather had married a commoner, exposing himself at the risk of being disinherited. As for nobles, my father knew how to fold them to his wills. He would have surely found a way to make them accept the situation. In any case, if he had refused even so, I would have simply decline my right to succeed him. My cousin Rajtic, with whom I'm very close, would have been really pleased to take my place. I had even refered to this possibility during his last visit here.

But now, it's not conceivable anymore, the situation has changed. The stakes are way too crucial to let down everyone in order to preserve my sentimental life. In the eyes of my father, and all my people, I wouldn’t have any excuse to have left our planet into misery. In fact, my father is not a bad person. But his people's interests came before his owns, and mines by the way.

Still, Yamcha fears are rational. My life is entirely under control. I had to be perfect or, at least, appear like I am. And this notion had been inculcated inside of me since childhood, leaving no place to spontaneousness or any kind of excitement. It's of such sullenness that it's afflicting. And his words only holds truth when he insinuates that my life only got a real meaning when I met him. He became my universe, the central point around which I revolved. But my love had never been faked, had never been a way to illuminate my tern existence. And that, he deserves to know.

- "No. You are wrong. In fact, you are the one misleading yourself. I love you, Yamcha... and had always loved you, no matter whose situation its yours or how hard my father tries to separate us. And, if I had to start this over again, I wouldn't do anything differently, even if I presently know that it's wrong"

He's about to interrupts me but I raise my hand in a call for patience.

- "I'm not saying our love is wrong. I can certify the purity of my love, and yours, as a matter of fact. But, what's actually wrong, it's the awful pain from which we are going to suffer after our inevitable separation. It will be as if a vital part of ourselves is torn from us forever. And we can delude ourselves as much as we want but nothing will do. It's going to happen... Still, in spite of this acknowledge, I would take the risk over and over again. You're the mistake I would always keep making. Because you are worth this pain. Your love and the happiness you brought me during all this years are worthier than anything in this universe."

He's clearly soothed by my words and I know he's regretting to have mistrusted me. I'm also aware that, in Yamcha's situation, I would have become suspicious too. Thus, I can't be mad at him.

Gently, he comes nearer and caress tenderly my cheek, his eyes beseeching the pardon that his mouth pleads :

- "Forgive me, my beloved, for my shameful mistake. I didn't have the right to doubt about your honesty. You did nothing but prove how much you loved me. And I accuse you of having tried to manipulate me."

His voice is no more than a murmur carried away by the wind, but his sincerity still lingers in my head. He closes the gap separating our bodies and presses himself against me. And I know is not a good idea, as shivers ran down my spine. With panic, I watch his mouth lower on mine. If I let him kiss me, I would be doomed. I came here to break up with him, but all my determination will fly away if he does so.

I buck, trying to release myself, but he holds me firmly then tightens his grasps, fixing sternly my eyes which are wetting once more. I'm understanding that he will never look away, that, even if I leave now, I would feel his stare stick to my conscience until the end of my days. Because, through his glance, he tells me, better than with words, all his love's extend. Also, I simply stop struggling.

He leans further while both his hands cups my cheeks. His lips dawdle agonizingly over mines before he captures me in the sweetest of kisses, filled with the most truthful of love. Then, it takes such fierceness that it leaves totally light-headed. Shortly, we part but, when he tries again to kiss me, I stop him.

- "I beg you Yamcha, let me... let me be before I become insane. You should leave now... and forget about me."

I stare at him silently, wanting to memorize every one of his features. And, although nothing is shown obviously, I notice a certain despair crash down on him. Despair that's also given away in his voice.

- "It doesn't matter who you are or to whom your father destines you, as long as I know that you are mine."

I close my eyes, holding his words inside of me, burning them into my mind until they are all that exist. And, abruptly, the haze lifts and everything becomes as clear as if someone has brighten up a neon-light inside my head. I need a closure to our story. But not inevitably a painful one. No, I need something wonderful, something I could recall and hold on when life becomes too harsh to stand it. I deserve this. In fact, we both deserve this. If nobody gives a flying fuck about how we feel, why should we be the only ones being made fools of?

- "I had always been yours, Yamcha, ever since you conquered my heart. But now, more than ever, I want to feel yours, wholly and only yours"

My insinuation seems to disconcert him firstly, but my eyes must have showed him all he needed to know because he kisses me again, demanding and famished. My fingers are now in his thick and strong hair. In answer, his hands find my hips, crushing me to his warm body. I gasp, parting my lips. And it provides him all the access he needs to slide his tongue inside. He moves in a slow motion, taking his time to show me everything he feels : his need, his love, his desire. My tongue deliciously melts with his and I moan in satisfaction.

Then, he slowly pulls me down on the grass and I keep my eyes closed, waiting, unsure of what to do. My heart is pounding loudly and my mind swirls. He slides a knee between my legs and pry them apart before positioning himself in between. I can feel, for the first time, his swollen member against me and it makes me blush.

Almost unnoticeably, one of his hands moves upwards and I freeze when he touches my breast. He brushes his thumb across my nipple, over the clothe, causing an airy moan to escape my throat as a wave of chills runs inside my chest before rushing through all my nervous system. Simultaneously, his mouth leaves mine to attack my neck. He nuzzles softly my sensitive skin, his lips smooth and tenders. He moves down and reaches my collarbone, leaving warm trails in his wake and I struggle to breath under the pressure of my own feelings.

Again, he brushes my most sensitive area. My chest heaves and everything in me instinctively tightens, as I'm floating in a sea of unknown sensations. My stomach pressed to his, I involuntary thrust up my hips. This time, he's the one grunting in need. And his reply is instantaneous. With ardor, he raises my dress and tuck his hand beneath, sensually caressing my thigh's interior as he lifts it up. It feels so good that I almost whimper, lust overwhelming my mind. I can feel the heat between my legs consuming me from inside, and it's like pure torture.

His hand finally reaches the most private part of my anatomy and starts to rock up and down, in the same rhythm as his tongue, which is once again inside my mouth. Spontaneously, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him to me. I feel the tension coil under his ministrations and my bundle of nerve's endings throbs in powerful pulsations.

I inhale sharply when he digs under my underwear. With his middle finger, he splits my nether lips apart then rubs my sensitive core. This time, I moan louder in his mouth, with more passion. As his finger's pace increases, I can feel something unknown and urgent builds up and I start squirming, unable to stand it anymore. My plea comes out in a half-whisper, half-moan :

- "Yamcha... please... I want you... Yamcha... I want you now!"

He briefly stops then quickly strips out of his pants before removing my panties, in too much hurry to take the time to undress us wholly. As soon, he's at my entrance and our breath get quicker and nervous. He seems to hesitate but, after a look at my blazing eyes, he cautiously enters me, clearly restraining his lust. I suck in my breath as he breaks carefully through my barrier. The pain is vivid and I claw my nails down his back, digging them in his bare skin.

Slowly, he moves inside of me, my inner walls clentching at everyone of his gestures. My breath becomes laborated as he increases his pace but the pain is fading away, letting room for a more enticing sensation : pleasure. And, as we relinquish to the spell of bodies moving together as one, I thought, in a kind of feverish ache of rising desire, that I had offered him the most beautiful goodbye's present : my virginity, the proof of my eternal love, something that no one but him will never have been able to obtain. Soon, I could no longer think at all as a wave of ecstasy hits me then carries me away in a brain-washing orgasm while I cry out his name over and over again.

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~ Ok. The second chapter is updated. I'm waiting with impatience your impressions. I know the subject is rather overabundant but I wished to provide my own version. So, what do you think? Is the story coherent enough? Is my grammar too bad? Is this chapter uncalled? Did the action evolved too quickly? Don't hesitate to review But, please, tell me something constructive. If you don't like it, it's your right, but explain at least what displeased you and maybe I could correct it. Thanks. ~




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