Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 17
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 628 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 628 | Status: Work In Progress
** = journal entries
Chapter 17
**I woke up the next morning in Vegeta's bed, the sheets tangled around me and my clothes strewn about the room. I couldn't help but smile when I thought of what had happened between us. So many years since the first time but we had the rhythm and the silent knowledge of exactly how to please the other that is usually characteristic of people who have been lovers for years.
I remember rolling over just after I woke up, looking to wrap my arms around him and hold him, but he was gone. I don't know why I was surprised. I should have felt cheap, waking up in some man's bed, him gone and my clothes waiting to be gathered so I could slink off down the hallway with serious sex-mussed hair and ripped stockings without so much as a good morning kiss, but I didn't. It bothered and confused me at the time, why didn't I feel worse about what had happened? Coming to a man's room at night for nothing more than a "booty call" was not the action of the nice girl that my mother had raised me to be.
Had the man been anyone else but Vegeta, I believe I would have despised myself in the morning. But there was always something different when it came to him, some sort of magnetic pull between the two of us that made more sense than the emotions I couldn't understand. It made me do things and behave in ways that no other man would ever see, things I would never do again. But I would never apologize for them. I would never apologize for the way I feel about him. In his own way, Vegeta loved me too. Didn't he?**
--Excerpt from the Journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.
Trunks woke up with the worst kink in his neck. It felt as though he had pushed a needle into his neck and then slept on it. Groaning, he rolled over and tried to shake the pain out, opening his eyes to see the side of his bed rising up before him.
::This is the last time I sleep on the floor.:: he thought, standing up to stretch. He had come back last night after talking with Vegeta to tell Teresa the news, to find her fast asleep on his bed, her face dried of all tears. He couldn't find it in his heart to wake her to send her to her own room, he didn't even know if she had her own room. And he couldn't crawl in bed with her; it wouldn't have been gentlemanly. So he resigned to sleeping on the floor, causing the horrible kink in his neck.
He finished stretching and looked around. Teresa was standing at the window, staring out over the beautiful scenery of the sprawling city.
"Morning." He said cheerfully. The news about the proposal was making him giddy.
"Good morning." She answered politely. Silence hung in the air for a second before she continued. "Did you have any luck speaking with Vegeta?" She didn't want to hear the answer. She had been standing at the window since sunrise, watching the sunlight the sky on fire as it ripped a hole in the darkness. She couldn't help wondering if her family was seeing the same thing, a burning sky, but not from the sun. Maybe from the troops that were scorching her planet.
"I talked to him. And he said that he would hold off on any decision about your planet for two days."
"Why two days?" she asked flatly, still looking out the window, watching the now bright sky. It seemed far less threatening than the sunrise.
"He said that if I can write up a proposal proving that the absorption of Avallino into his empire is a good business venture than he'll consider it."
"What if he doesn't agree with you?"
"Don't worry, he'll agree. But I'll need your help to write it. I have to go some research, and I need to know everything about your planet. Will you help me?"
"Of course I will." She said turning from the window.
Two days later
A low knock sounded on the door of Vegeta's office. He was almost too exhausted to come to the office today. Training and running the kingdom during the day, then wild and passionate lovemaking with the woman whenever he could (which meant about 6 times a day), the pace was beginning to take a toll on even his seemingly invincible anatomy. But when one ran an empire, there was no such thing as a sick day. Rolling his eyes, he called for the person to enter. The door swung open and a head of lavender hair marched through.
Vegeta smirked at seeing the boy walk into the office, shoulders thrown back and a swagger that would send men running in the opposite direction and have woman throwing themselves at his feet. He now knew what he himself looked like when he entered a room. And he was impressed.
"What do you want, boy?" Vegeta demanded, still smirking at the youth.
"Here's the proposal you wanted." Trunks shot back, laying it on the freshly polished dark cherry desk.
"You may leave now."
"That's it? You're not even going to tell me if your going to absorb the planet or not?"
"No."
"Bu-" Trunks began, but upon seeing the look on Vegeta's face, stopped. He spun on his heel and left the room almost slamming directly into Ardlin.
"You have a habit of showing up at the most inopportune times. Make a note to change that or I'll have your head." Vegeta said, scanning the report. Ardlin smiled. Comments like that meant Vegeta was in a good mood. If he were really angry there wouldn't be any words at all, just a bright flash of light and another coffin to purchase.
"Yes, Sire. I received a transmission from Avallino today. They are more than pleased by your acceptance of their planet into your empire." Vegeta nodded his head and tossed the folder at him. Ardlin took it without question and read over the proposal. "But sire, I don't understand. You already accepted Avallino's request before you had the boy write this." Vegeta said nothing, just as Ardlin was expecting. "If you don't mind me saying so Sire, the boy thinks like a king." There was no expression on Vegeta's face as the words sunk in. So he knew. He knew that Ardlin would die before speaking a word of it to anyone, even directly to Vegeta himself. But the man had a point.
::He does think like a king, doesn't he?:: Vegeta asked himself.
The days began to bleed together as the months passed. Winter had finally descended upon the capital city, bringing with it unbearable cold and no snow. Settling into their daily routine, Bulma worked at the capsule plant by day, keeping it three weeks ahead of schedule, and she awoke every morning in a sex-drenched haze in Vegeta's room. She had begun to cause a bit of a commotion around the palace, all the royal concubines were abuzz with rumors and theories about why the King had not called them to his chambers in so long. Regardless of her constantly sleeping in Vegeta's room, they had managed to keep their relationship a relative secret without even trying. Neither would speak it, but the reason for their discretion was Trunks. They didn't want him to learn of their torrid affair.
However, Trunks wouldn't have noticed if a rock landed on him, he was busy with his own life, or more specifically, Teresa. They had become fast friends in the palace, the only two people their age within a seemingly endless radius. After realizing her planet was not in danger, Teresa had settled down into a relatively comfortable life. Trunks couldn't believe what type of person she was. He had never met anyone so kind and selfless in his entire life. He didn't think she even realized it either. It was the little things that began to mean so much to him, the way she always listened to him with an open mind and an open heart, ready to give advice or comforting words when she could. There was the time she had snuck soup out of the kitchen to bring to him while he was sick, or the time they had spent the entire night just talking about everything from religion to space travel. He felt lucky to have a friend like her.
She had been on the planet for only three months when it snowed for the first time. Soft and slow, the white flakes fell from the endless sky and covered the kingdom. It caught her eye as she sat in her room, painting on the easel that Bulma had given her. Snow had been one of her favorite things on Avallino, even though the winters were relatively short but harsh. She set down her brush and ran out of the room.
Trunks was taking a break from training when he heard a knock at his door. Before he could move the door had flung open and Teresa came bouncing in.
"Trunks! Look! It's snowing!" she said, flinging back his heavy drapes. "Let's go outside!" she said, grabbing his hand. He smiled, he loved how she seemed so innocent and yet, she carried herself with the grace and beauty of a princess. She was also as intelligent as he was, but much more willing to look at the world through the eyes of a child. They walked onto the balcony, the wind softly blowing the large flakes about, making them dance in mid-winter afternoon. Teresa stood and stared at the sky, watching the flakes come down. She looked so happy at that moment; Trunks couldn't help but stare. It made him happy to see her happy. "It's beautiful isn't it?" she said softly, her voice reflecting the serenity of the day.
"Yes it is." He whispered, watching the flakes come to rest in her luxurious brown locks. Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and they stood silently, watching the world disappear under a chilling blanket. She turned her face to his, looking into his eyes.
"Should we go back in? I'll make hot chocolate." She said, so softly he barely heard her, but he still understood. Instead of an answer, his lips touched hers softly, mimicking the snowflakes falling around them. The kiss was chaste and soft, like a summer night meteor shower or the scent of rain seconds after the storm has stopped. He pulled back and they locked eyes, unsure of what was happening to them.
Chapter 17
**I woke up the next morning in Vegeta's bed, the sheets tangled around me and my clothes strewn about the room. I couldn't help but smile when I thought of what had happened between us. So many years since the first time but we had the rhythm and the silent knowledge of exactly how to please the other that is usually characteristic of people who have been lovers for years.
I remember rolling over just after I woke up, looking to wrap my arms around him and hold him, but he was gone. I don't know why I was surprised. I should have felt cheap, waking up in some man's bed, him gone and my clothes waiting to be gathered so I could slink off down the hallway with serious sex-mussed hair and ripped stockings without so much as a good morning kiss, but I didn't. It bothered and confused me at the time, why didn't I feel worse about what had happened? Coming to a man's room at night for nothing more than a "booty call" was not the action of the nice girl that my mother had raised me to be.
Had the man been anyone else but Vegeta, I believe I would have despised myself in the morning. But there was always something different when it came to him, some sort of magnetic pull between the two of us that made more sense than the emotions I couldn't understand. It made me do things and behave in ways that no other man would ever see, things I would never do again. But I would never apologize for them. I would never apologize for the way I feel about him. In his own way, Vegeta loved me too. Didn't he?**
--Excerpt from the Journals of Bulma Briefs, 796 AD.
Trunks woke up with the worst kink in his neck. It felt as though he had pushed a needle into his neck and then slept on it. Groaning, he rolled over and tried to shake the pain out, opening his eyes to see the side of his bed rising up before him.
::This is the last time I sleep on the floor.:: he thought, standing up to stretch. He had come back last night after talking with Vegeta to tell Teresa the news, to find her fast asleep on his bed, her face dried of all tears. He couldn't find it in his heart to wake her to send her to her own room, he didn't even know if she had her own room. And he couldn't crawl in bed with her; it wouldn't have been gentlemanly. So he resigned to sleeping on the floor, causing the horrible kink in his neck.
He finished stretching and looked around. Teresa was standing at the window, staring out over the beautiful scenery of the sprawling city.
"Morning." He said cheerfully. The news about the proposal was making him giddy.
"Good morning." She answered politely. Silence hung in the air for a second before she continued. "Did you have any luck speaking with Vegeta?" She didn't want to hear the answer. She had been standing at the window since sunrise, watching the sunlight the sky on fire as it ripped a hole in the darkness. She couldn't help wondering if her family was seeing the same thing, a burning sky, but not from the sun. Maybe from the troops that were scorching her planet.
"I talked to him. And he said that he would hold off on any decision about your planet for two days."
"Why two days?" she asked flatly, still looking out the window, watching the now bright sky. It seemed far less threatening than the sunrise.
"He said that if I can write up a proposal proving that the absorption of Avallino into his empire is a good business venture than he'll consider it."
"What if he doesn't agree with you?"
"Don't worry, he'll agree. But I'll need your help to write it. I have to go some research, and I need to know everything about your planet. Will you help me?"
"Of course I will." She said turning from the window.
Two days later
A low knock sounded on the door of Vegeta's office. He was almost too exhausted to come to the office today. Training and running the kingdom during the day, then wild and passionate lovemaking with the woman whenever he could (which meant about 6 times a day), the pace was beginning to take a toll on even his seemingly invincible anatomy. But when one ran an empire, there was no such thing as a sick day. Rolling his eyes, he called for the person to enter. The door swung open and a head of lavender hair marched through.
Vegeta smirked at seeing the boy walk into the office, shoulders thrown back and a swagger that would send men running in the opposite direction and have woman throwing themselves at his feet. He now knew what he himself looked like when he entered a room. And he was impressed.
"What do you want, boy?" Vegeta demanded, still smirking at the youth.
"Here's the proposal you wanted." Trunks shot back, laying it on the freshly polished dark cherry desk.
"You may leave now."
"That's it? You're not even going to tell me if your going to absorb the planet or not?"
"No."
"Bu-" Trunks began, but upon seeing the look on Vegeta's face, stopped. He spun on his heel and left the room almost slamming directly into Ardlin.
"You have a habit of showing up at the most inopportune times. Make a note to change that or I'll have your head." Vegeta said, scanning the report. Ardlin smiled. Comments like that meant Vegeta was in a good mood. If he were really angry there wouldn't be any words at all, just a bright flash of light and another coffin to purchase.
"Yes, Sire. I received a transmission from Avallino today. They are more than pleased by your acceptance of their planet into your empire." Vegeta nodded his head and tossed the folder at him. Ardlin took it without question and read over the proposal. "But sire, I don't understand. You already accepted Avallino's request before you had the boy write this." Vegeta said nothing, just as Ardlin was expecting. "If you don't mind me saying so Sire, the boy thinks like a king." There was no expression on Vegeta's face as the words sunk in. So he knew. He knew that Ardlin would die before speaking a word of it to anyone, even directly to Vegeta himself. But the man had a point.
::He does think like a king, doesn't he?:: Vegeta asked himself.
The days began to bleed together as the months passed. Winter had finally descended upon the capital city, bringing with it unbearable cold and no snow. Settling into their daily routine, Bulma worked at the capsule plant by day, keeping it three weeks ahead of schedule, and she awoke every morning in a sex-drenched haze in Vegeta's room. She had begun to cause a bit of a commotion around the palace, all the royal concubines were abuzz with rumors and theories about why the King had not called them to his chambers in so long. Regardless of her constantly sleeping in Vegeta's room, they had managed to keep their relationship a relative secret without even trying. Neither would speak it, but the reason for their discretion was Trunks. They didn't want him to learn of their torrid affair.
However, Trunks wouldn't have noticed if a rock landed on him, he was busy with his own life, or more specifically, Teresa. They had become fast friends in the palace, the only two people their age within a seemingly endless radius. After realizing her planet was not in danger, Teresa had settled down into a relatively comfortable life. Trunks couldn't believe what type of person she was. He had never met anyone so kind and selfless in his entire life. He didn't think she even realized it either. It was the little things that began to mean so much to him, the way she always listened to him with an open mind and an open heart, ready to give advice or comforting words when she could. There was the time she had snuck soup out of the kitchen to bring to him while he was sick, or the time they had spent the entire night just talking about everything from religion to space travel. He felt lucky to have a friend like her.
She had been on the planet for only three months when it snowed for the first time. Soft and slow, the white flakes fell from the endless sky and covered the kingdom. It caught her eye as she sat in her room, painting on the easel that Bulma had given her. Snow had been one of her favorite things on Avallino, even though the winters were relatively short but harsh. She set down her brush and ran out of the room.
Trunks was taking a break from training when he heard a knock at his door. Before he could move the door had flung open and Teresa came bouncing in.
"Trunks! Look! It's snowing!" she said, flinging back his heavy drapes. "Let's go outside!" she said, grabbing his hand. He smiled, he loved how she seemed so innocent and yet, she carried herself with the grace and beauty of a princess. She was also as intelligent as he was, but much more willing to look at the world through the eyes of a child. They walked onto the balcony, the wind softly blowing the large flakes about, making them dance in mid-winter afternoon. Teresa stood and stared at the sky, watching the flakes come down. She looked so happy at that moment; Trunks couldn't help but stare. It made him happy to see her happy. "It's beautiful isn't it?" she said softly, her voice reflecting the serenity of the day.
"Yes it is." He whispered, watching the flakes come to rest in her luxurious brown locks. Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and they stood silently, watching the world disappear under a chilling blanket. She turned her face to his, looking into his eyes.
"Should we go back in? I'll make hot chocolate." She said, so softly he barely heard her, but he still understood. Instead of an answer, his lips touched hers softly, mimicking the snowflakes falling around them. The kiss was chaste and soft, like a summer night meteor shower or the scent of rain seconds after the storm has stopped. He pulled back and they locked eyes, unsure of what was happening to them.