Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reconcile ❯ Reconcile Part VI: The Future Is Bright ( Chapter 6 )

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He simply smirked back and nodded. Forcing himself to tear his gaze from her gorgeous blue eyes, he stared straight ahead with his eyes fixed on the object of his hate. 'Trunks, Bulma,' he spoke to himself in his mind. 'I'm doing this for you.' He turned his head and looked at the sky. 'And yes, even you Kakarott.' With his last thoughts held close to him, he squeezed the hand of the woman he loved, tightly to let her know he would be ok. Not hesitating anymore, he pulled her close to his side and let out an almighty roar.

Tears rolled down her eyes as he squeezed her tiny hand. She looked at him through her tears and heard his very last thoughts. He was doing this for her and her son. He was even doing it for Goku! Her love for him burned in her chest. Yes. She understood why he did what he had done. She had forgiven him because she understood. Sobs wracked her body as he pulled her close by his side, still holding her hand, and heard him roar loudly as his power increased to an unimaginable proportion.

Bulma cried for the loss of her husband as she held his hand. The painful roar that was being screamed out attacked her ears, causing her temples to throb. Sucking in her breath, she screamed along with him as she felt the enormous ball of energy engulf the both of them, it's burning ki licking at their intertwined bodies. Bulma screamed with Vegeta and felt her grip on his hand loosen.

No longer was she burning by the flesh, in her husband's ki. She was once again spiraling down the dark tunnel as understanding infiltrated her mind. She wondered where she was being sent now by the Py'ar. Hopefully it would be back to her own world.

She knew why Vegeta had chosen to take Babadi's power and she had forgiven him with all her heart.

All because she loved him and understood him.

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Vegeta started to fade away from her as the understanding grew. He was onto the final stage of the Py'ar. So far it had been a breeze. He hoped the next phase would be easy too. The smirk widened as he watched her shocked face fade away into the distance. Once again he found himself swirling through a tunnel of colours that attacked his sensitive vision.

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The frazzling colours abruptly faded and Vegeta groaned at the pleasure that was filling him. In an instant, he found himself completely stripped of clothing and laying on top and inside of his beautiful mate. His beautiful naked mate. He stopped moving against her and felt slightly confused as he looked down into her eyes.

"Mmm, Vegeta... Why did you stop?" Bulma panted, almost whining. She looked up with confusion in her eyes as she gripped the muscles in his upper arms and felt her heavy breathing slow down.

Vegeta pulled away slightly. Was this apart of the Py'ar or had they completed the ritual? He could not be certain. His eyes narrowed at her, trying to find a flaw in her appearance. Sure enough, there was one staring at him in the face.

Bulma sighed from under him, annoyed that he lost his momentum and fast pace. No longer was she enflamed with desire. She caught the thoughtful look on his face. "Is everything alright?" She touched his cheek softly, grazing it with her fingers.

Vegeta's eyes widened as he pinpointed the change. Her hair was no longer in its short state, it was sprawled out in its long and lustrous state, over the pillow. She looked somewhat older, yet the beauty in her smooth, creamy features had not faded. In fact, if he did not look close, he could see no sign of change in her face whatsoever.

Was he in the future?!

He was extremely confused now. Why had the Py'ar sent him to this phase of time? This was one thing he could not understand. As he looked around the room, he could see minor and some drastic changes that had been made to it.

"Vegeta, honey, what is it?" She wriggled beneath him, whilst stroking his cheek to bring him to attention.

Vegeta snapped his attention back to his writhing mate that was demanding attention. It was strange that he had been sent to the future. He had never been taught by his elders in the Saiya-jin community that the Py'ar could be moved into the future. He secretly wondered how Bulma was faring with the phases that the Py'ar. "What time am I in Onna?"

Bulma frowned below him, why on Earth did he ask that in the middle of their love-making? She struggled to push him off. "Vegeta, what is going on?" She demanded, all the while trying to push him off.

Ignoring her, he lifted himself of her sweat slicked body almost reluctantly. He had to find out why he had been brought here. He slid out of the large bed and stood before her in all his glory. Modesty was not one of his best qualities and Bulma was used to it by now. "Is Majin Buu defeated?"

She stared at her husband as if he had gone completely off his rockers. She spoke slowly, complying with his strange behaviour. "Yes..."

"When?"

She rolled her eyes, growing impatient. Wrapping the silk bed sheet around her body, she walked to the large walk-in closet and tossed him a pair of pants from the inside. She could see that this was going to take a while. Vegeta caught the black silk PJ bottoms with one hand. As he slipped them on, he asked the same question again. "When was he defeated?"

Bulma stepped out of the walk-in closet, still clothed in the sheet she had ripped from the bed but holding a pale blue slip. As she looked into his eyes, she could see that he was serious in every aspect. Shaking her head at his odd behaviour, she tossed the sheet around her to the bed and slipped into the short nighty. Maybe Vegeta's immodesty was rubbing off on her. Sighing, she brought herself to answer his question. "Six years ago. Why?"

The information processed his mind as his eyes wandered appreciatively over her curves. Bringing himself out of the reverie he seemed to be stuck in, he folded his arms over his bare chest. "What has happened in the past six years?"

Ok. Now he was beginning to frighten her. She suddenly broke out into a grin. It was a joke, right? Yes, that is what it had to be. She walked slowly up to him, swaying her hips. Pouting seductively, she wrapped her arms around his broad neck and pulled him into a tight hug. She nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, playfully nipping his neck here and there. "Vegeta," she purred deeply, "Enough games. Can't we just go to bed before the children wake up? We hardly ever get to spend time together anymore."

He pulled back in mild surprise. "Children?"

She glared up at him angrily, "Yes you know, our children, Bra and Trunks!" She thumped his chest. "What has gotten into you? Honestly, if I didn't know any better I'd say you weren't my Vegeta."

If only she knew.

The shock he felt was unlike any other. They had another child together. So she really had forgiven him in the future! From the markings on her neck, he could tell that he had not performed the ritual with her in this time and yet they had another child together. He was curious to see what his new child looked like. It dawned on him as to why he was sent here. He had to find out why she had forgiven him, despite not performing the ritual.

He started out hesitantly, "Onna... When I was revived after the Buu ordeal, did you forgive me for what I had done?"

She frowned, what had brought on these sudden questions? She thought back, realizing that it was six years to this day that she had forgiven him. She smiled softly, "Of course I forgave you. If I didn't, we wouldn't be together right now."

Vegeta shook his head, "That's not what I mean. I meant, why did you forgive me, after all I had done?"

She contemplated this deep question. "Well... I didn't forgive you right away. It took months for me to forgive you and you know it. But I forgave you because I love you, obviously." She sat cross-legged on the bed sulkily. It looked like she wasn't getting any mind stopping sex tonight.

Vegeta knelt down beside the bed as she sat. He thought for a moment. "What were you feeling for me in the months you didn't forgive me?"

She took a deep breath. They had never discussed this before openly as they were doing so now. It seemed strange that he should bring it up out of the blue six years later. She shrugged, thinking back. Her almost photographic memory had trouble deducing the tumultuous time. "Um... Well at first I think I felt resentment. I mean, you chose to have power over our family Vegeta. Do you know how much that hurt?" She could feel tears cloud her vision. Six years on and it still pained her to talk about it. But she continued, "In the first few months you were revived, I never contemplated on my feelings." She snorted, half laughing, "I guess it was bitterness and shock that you could be so selfish as to not consider my feelings..." She trailed off, staring at the carpet.

Vegeta looked at her profile as he kneeled beside her. He really had hurt her. And it seemed that in this dimension, they had not reconciled their relationship as quickly as he thought they would have. Reaching out, he brushed away the tear that rolled slowly down her cheek.

She smiled sadly at the floor, not looking at him, as he wiped away the crystal drop. "For months I felt so abandoned and then finally... When I saw the change that had taken place in you as you tried to get close to me in your own subtle way. I knew that you were sorry. You never once apologised Vegeta, but I knew that you were sorry for what you had done and because I could see it in your eyes, I forgave you." She looked into his eyes, the sad smile on her face. "Why bring this up after so long? Aren't you happy?" She asked in a worried tone.

He smirked and pulled her off of the bed. As he sat down, he enveloped her in his long arms, cradling her tiny body close to his spectacular muscled one. Bulma giggled at the change in his demeanor. He was so full of surprises lately. Still, she looked up worriedly into his eyes and pressed the question to him once again. "You are happy, right?"

He nodded once and lowered his face to hers, catching her lips in her heated kiss. "As long as I am here," he mumbled against her lips, "Protecting you and our children, I am."

She tilted her head as his lips rubbed lovingly into hers. "What about love?"

He smirked against her pouted cherry coloured lips. "That too." In one swift motion he pinned her onto the floor and looked evilly into her eyes. "Now, where were we Onna?"

She couldn't help laughing. On this night, he had made her the happiest she had been in the past six years. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She had finally told him how she felt all those years ago when she had mutely accepted his silent apology. For a few brief times, she wondered if he had truly been sorry. But now she knew that he was and she forgave him with all her heart. Now, laying beneath him, she looked up and laughed merrily. "You nut," she whispered as she grinned like a cheshire cat.

He chuckled bringing his lips down to hers once again. As they got caught up in the moment of passion and were about to shed the clothes they had just put on, a small tap on the door interrupted their escapade. Bulma groaned in defeat. "I knew that was going to happen!"

Vegeta frowned as he stood up and pulled hre to her feet. "Knew what would happen?"

She rolled her eyes, "You know what Vegeta! I swear you spoil that child so much." She muttered under her breath as she flung the door open and looked down at her chubby four year old daughter. She instantly felt a gush of love sweep over her as she looked down at the desolate child. She had probably had one of her nightmares again. Bending down, she scooped her beautiful daughter into her arms and walked back into the large room. Until that moment, Vegeta had been watching Bulma's back curiously, thinking who was on the other side of her small frame.

Bulma held her daughter up against her thigh and carried her into the room. She brushed the young girl's hair back. "What's the matter sweetie?"

Bra sniffed and whimpered as she buried her head in her mother's shoulder. "Mommy!! I saw the booger man!" She wailed.

Bulma couldn't help but smile. "Honey, it's bogey man. Not booger man." She flashed a look of amusement at Vegeta, who was still staring in shock at the child in her arms. "Are you ok Vegeta?" He looked as though he had seen a ghost.

Vegeta closed his open mouth, muttering to himself as he looked at the blue hair that fell down to the shoulders of the small child. He was in complete shock. A girl? They had two children. A boy. And a girl?!? How in the heck was he coping with another female in the household?!

Bra lifted her head at the mention of her father's name. She looked around for her trusted Dad and her face broke into a smile as she saw him sinking into the shadows. "Daddy!" She cried, jumping out of her mother's arms and running up to her father, looking up and expecting him to pick her up. When he didn't and simply stared down at her in awe, she hugged his leg and buried her face in his thigh.

Vegeta stared at the child that hugged his leg. He couldn't get over the fact that his next child was a girl. As he gazed down into her cerulean eyes that matched her mother's, he couldn't help but think that she represented Bulma in every aspect. The features, the hair. The only thing that remotely reminded him that she was his daughter, was the shape of her eyes. He felt a warm fuzzy feeling seep into his heart as he stared down at the young girl. It was instant love. How could he not love such a creation of perfection? She was a result of his and Bulma's love, so how could he not love her? Letting a small smile spread on his face, he patted her head softly.

Bulma laughed at the spectacle. He was acting like it was the first time he had seen their daughter!

Vegeta looked at his mate as she laughed at him. He scowled mockingly, but the small smile still tugged at his lips.

Bra looked up, a pout on her cute face. "Why won't you pick me up Daddy!" She tugged at his loosely fitting PJ bottoms.

He couldn't help but smirk. He bent down and gathered her up into his arms. As she snuggled close to him, his love for the child grew to great proportions. He couldn't wait for her to be born in his world. As he carried her to Bulma, he realized he had been sent here to be shown that it didn't matter if he had done the ritual or not, Bulma had forgiven him and loved him anyway. The ritual showed just how much he had hurt her, but in that hurt she had somehow managed to allow him back into her heart and love once again.

It was safe to say that he was a lucky man.

Wrapping one arm around his life-mate and holding his daughter up in the other, he smirked at them knowing exactly what to do and say. "Shall we go to bed ladies?"

Bra giggled and rested her head on his shoulder, nodding. Bulma laughed joyously. He was so cute when he joked! Playfully pinching his cheek, she pecked his lips deeply and lovingly. "Lead the way, mighty Saiya-jin King." She grinned as he chuckled.

Vegeta noticed how she used the term 'King' instead of Prince. It was to be expected. After all, he was beyond the title of Prince now and King seemed to suit him fine.

As the all clambered into the bed together, with Bra laying a down in between them, she yawned and looked at her parents sleepily. "Momma...?"

"Hm?" She stroked her baby daughter's forehead, coaxing her to sleep.

The little girl yawned again. "If Daddy's a King, are you a Queen."

Bulma smiled across at her husband. "Yes, you could say that."

Bra snuggled down in between her parents, laying slightly lower than them so her head didn't block their view of each other. "Does that mean I'm a Princess?" It was such a simple question. Bulma raised her eyebrow and nodded for Vegeta to answer the question.

Vegeta smirked. The child knew what she was talking about. "Of course you're a Princess."

"Good... I love you Momma, love you Daddy..." Bra's eyes began to droop down slowly and soon she was fast asleep.

"I love you too baby," Bulma whispered into her ear as she slept. She smiled over at Vegeta, who was looking at the child in awe once again.

Vegeta looked up and back at his mate. "Where is Trunks?" He asked quietly, afraid of waking the child.

Bulma snorted, "At a party. He'll be home later. He's growing more and more rebellious." Bulma draped her arm over the small body of her daughter, letting her arm rest on Vegeta's hip. Using her free hand she called him over with her index finger.

Vegeta smirked and slowly began to lean closer. "Remind me to train him extra hard tomorrow as punishment."

"Will do," she closed her eyes as his face neared hers. Shivers ran down her spine at the wonderful deep kiss he gave her. "Mmm..." She rubbed her nose lovingly into his. "I love you do you know that?" She whispered.

"Always." Was his reply as he kissed her deeper over his sleeping little girl. He had never felt so content in this life. So this was what it was like to be at peace, with no past ghosts haunting you. He surprisingly found himself purring against her lips.

If this was what the future had to offer, then he couldn't wait.

He had understood completely why the last phase of the Py'ar had been initiated here. It was so that he could learn the extent of Bulma's love. In this dimension, they had not done the ritual, but she had still forgiven him. It made him understand just how much he was indebted to the blue- haired woman, and how much he loved her.

As the loving family fell asleep together, Vegeta could feel himself flung back into the vat of colours. He was certain that his next destination would be at the beach, where he and his mate would have finally completed the ritual.

He had a greater understanding of the hurt and pain he had caused her and vowed to himself to never inflict that pain upon her again. He also knew that he wanted the little girl known as Bra in his life as soon as possible. She, Bulma and Trunks were three stars that shone brightly in his life.

He had the perfect family, and nothing was going to stop him from being with them.

Nothing.

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