Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tell Him ❯ Tell Him ( Chapter 1 )

Tell Him

By Mia Skywalker

 

PAIRING: Bulma/Vegeta

RATING: Hmm... maybe PG?

WARNINGS: None

DISCLAIMER: DBZ and all characters are owned by a bunch of big corporations that have much more money than I do. DBZ is owned by FUNimation, Viz, Toei, and Bird Studios, and was created by Akira Toriyama. Suing me would be trying to get blood from a rock. The song "Tell Him" is by Celine Dion, one of the most wonderful singers I know of.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to Ravyn Night for her beta

NOTES: This is part one of what's sort of a two part songfic, from Bulma's POV. The second part is called "I Feel Too Much", and is Vegeta's POV. You don't HAVE to read both for each one to make sense, but if you read both of them together you'll see why I consider them both parts of the same songfic.

 

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There he was, hovering in the air, staring up at the stars again. She had noticed him doing that a lot lately. He had seemed more distant and moody this past week. Well, he was always distant and moody, but lately he had seemed even more so.

 

She watched him as he cast his eyes to the sky, wishing he would say something, acknowledge her presence. He rarely did that, though. It was as though she wasn't there, as though no one was there except himself. She wondered how he did that, how he could stay so remote from everyone. She knew it must be incredibly lonely....

 

She was lonely too. No one knew how lonely she was, not even Yamcha.

 

~~*~~

 

I'm scared

So afraid to show I care

Will he think me weak

If I tremble when I speak

 

~~*~~

 

Yamcha. His name was an ache in her heart. She knew that he used her, that she meant nothing to him, yet she was so afraid of being alone that she repeatedly forgave him his transgressions. She wondered, sometimes, how she could tolerate it, but every time they broke up the loneliness would overwhelm her and she would take him back. She wished she had the strength to keep him away, but the overpowering feeling of isolation was simply too much for her to take. Sometimes she felt that no one loved her, not even her parents.

 

"Especially my parents," she whispered to herself.

 

She felt a vague pain as she looked up at the Saiyan Prince. He hadn't turned towards her, hadn't acknowledged her in any manner. He seldom did. Instead, he stared up at the sky, at the moon, thinking of... thinking of what? She wished she knew. There was something about the small warrior that drew her, that impelled her towards him, even though she didn't understand him. She wondered if he had ever been in love before, and the sudden sharp pain in her heart at the thought startled her.

 

~~*~~

 

Oooh - what if

There's another one he's thinking of

Maybe he's in love

I'd feel like a fool

Life can be so cruel

I don't know what to do

 

~~*~~

 

::Can I be attracted to Vegeta?:: she wondered to herself. ::No, there's no way. He's a murderer; he tried to kill me once! There's nothing caring or gentle or considerate about him at all!::

 

She remembered when he had attacked her on Namek, firing ki blasts at Krillin and herself as they ran from him in terror. Yet somehow... somehow she knew that if he had really been trying to kill her she would be dead. But she wasn't. He had later promised her he wouldn't kill her, although she knew he fully intended to destroy Chikyuu once he had defeated Goku. How he would be able to destroy the planet and yet keep his promise to her that he would never kill her, she had no idea. Maybe he didn't think that promise would be valid any longer, once Chikyuu was gone.

 

She stared at him longer and her breath caught. Suddenly she realized she was attracted to Vegeta, and had been for a long time. And it wasn't just a physical attraction, although that was part of the appeal. Oh yes, indeed it was! She took in the sculpted lines of his back, his buttocks, his arms, as he hovered in the air above her. He was amazingly built despite his stature. She had tried to lift him once when he had hurt himself in the gravity room, and had discovered then how heavy he was. And how soft and smooth his skin was, how warm and hard his muscles felt under her hands. She'd had to have her robots carry him to the infirmary, but it was too late, because she had already been seduced by his warmth and strength in that one touch.

 

~~*~~

 

I've been there

With my heart out in my hand

But what you must understand

You can't let the chance

To love him pass you by

 

~~*~~

 

She watched him with all the longing in her heart, suddenly wondering what it might be like to be with him and not with Yamcha. Vegeta seemed so cold and untouchable on the outside, yet somehow she sensed that deep inside he burned, hotter than she could imagine. She wondered, though, if he could burn that way for her, or if he had suppressed his fire for so long he couldn't feel anymore. But she could sense a passion inside of him, a depth, which told her that once he committed to someone it would be forever.

 

::But would it be me?:: she wondered. ::Could he feel that way about me? Or am I still just a weak human to him? Could he ever see me as anything more? Could he ever want me as much as I want him?::

 

She looked down at herself, and acknowledged that she wasn't the same young girl in search of the perfect boyfriend that she had been all those years ago. She wondered if she had been overreaching herself. Maybe she didn't deserve a perfect boyfriend; maybe she didn't deserve love or happiness at all. But then she looked back up at him and her heart ached.

 

::No, everyone deserves some happiness. Even him. Maybe if he were happier, he would be different.... Oh, Vegeta. I wish I could give you that happiness.::

 

~~*~~

 

Should I

Tell him

Tell him that the sun and moon

Rise in his eyes

 

~~*~~

 

As though he heard her thoughts he turned towards her. She gasped and glanced backwards, at the door to her bedroom beckoning in the shadows of her balcony. But she didn't move from her spot on the railing as she looked up at him mutely.

 

He returned her gaze, staring down at her as though studying her for flaws. She realized she hadn't put a robe on over her nightgown; the night had been warm and she hadn't considered it. Or, she wondered briefly, maybe she simply hadn't wanted to.

 

He continued to stare at her, his gaze unwavering, his face impassive. She swallowed hard, unsure of what he was thinking, desperate to know what went through that Saiyan mind of his. He stared at her for so long she was beginning to wonder if she disgusted him. He landed lightly on the balcony next to her and strode toward her.

 

~~*~~

 

Reach out to him

And whisper

Tender words so soft and sweet

Hold him close to feel his heart beat

Love will be the gift you give yourself

 

~~*~~

 

He approached her, moving closely. He was watching her as though waiting for something from her. As though he expected her to move or speak. Confused, feeling trapped, she did nothing, simply gazed at him in turn. He moved closer, until their bodies almost touched. She could feel the heat of his body as he neared her, could feel his breath on her face. There was an intensity in his gaze that both frightened her and beckoned her. No one had ever looked at her like that before, and she had the feeling no one else ever would. Only Vegeta....

 

He lifted his hand toward her, and softly touched her cheek, startling her with his gentleness. He rested the palm of his hand on her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek gently. She was afraid to move; afraid that if she did she might startle him, make him shy away like a wild animal that one has managed to get to eat out of one's hand. The analogy was apt; there was something feral about him, something untamable, that she thought no one would ever touch. That was part of what drew her towards him.

 

~~*~~

 

Touch him

With the gentleness you feel inside

Your love can't be denied

The truth will set you free

You'll have what's meant to be

All in time you'll see

 

~~*~~

 

She was tempted to touch him as well, but was afraid that if she did so he would leave in disgust. But unable to completely stop herself from giving in to the temptation, she leaned into his hand, feeling the heat of it through his glove. She thought she saw a startled flicker of emotion in his eyes, but then it was gone, as he lifted his other hand and touched her waist. To her surprise he drew her towards him slightly, so the space between them vanished, their bodies lightly touching.

 

She trembled in this almost embrace, her thoughts becoming a jumble of confusion. She didn't know what he wanted from her. He had expressed his disgust of her so often that she couldn't make sense of this sudden gentleness. He was holding her like they were lovers, two people who cared deeply about each other. His hand on her waist slid to her back, and he drew her up against him, their bodies now pressed flush against each other. She closed her eyes and a sigh escaped her lips inadvertently. She felt the hand on her jaw move back, sliding through her hair, cupping the back of her neck.

 

::Is he going to... kiss me?:: she wondered.

 

A frisson of delight wound its way through her at the thought, although she had no idea why she suddenly wanted this.

 

~~*~~

 

I love him

Of that much I can be sure

I don't think I could endure

If I let him walk away

When I have so much to say

 

~~*~~

 

When she felt his lips touch hers, a gasp escaped her and her lips parted. He took swift advantage of it, his tongue ravaging her mouth, seeking her own. She trembled, her hands reaching up to clutch his arms, clenching on the bunching muscles. She felt him draw her closer, their bodies now crushed tightly against one another, as though he wanted to merge into her. Her hands glided up his shoulders, clinging to him almost desperately.

 

She heard a whimper escape her throat, and felt him smile triumphantly against her mouth. It no longer mattered to her, though. Her pride meant nothing against these wonderful sensations overtaking her.

 

He slid his hand down her back and to her buttocks, his thumb stroking the spot where her tail would have been had she been Saiyan. He drew her hips flush against his, and she could feel his arousal pressing almost painfully to her womanhood. She groaned, wishing the barriers between them would disappear, melt away into nothingness.

 

She trembled, almost desperate for him now, her pride washed away in the flood of emotion that was drowning her. And she knew, somehow, that he felt the same. Maybe, perhaps, they could ease each other's loneliness and pain....

 

~~*~~

 

Love is light that surely glows

In the hearts of those who know

It's a steady flame that grows

Feed the fire with all the passion you can show

 

~~*~~

 

Suddenly he seemed to sense what she was thinking, and she heard him growl as he pushed her roughly away from him. Bereft of his warmth, she shivered in the night air that suddenly seemed to be far too chill. She gazed at his tense and apparently angry form. She was still too aroused, too powerless to hide her emotions, as she stared at him, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

 

He scowled at her for a moment before his expression eased slightly. He stepped towards her, drew her against him gently, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Bulma," she thought she heard him whisper softly, before drawing back to search her eyes for several long seconds.

 

Then, without uttering another word, he flew off and didn't glance back.

 

~~*~~

 

Tonight love will assume its place

This memory time cannot erase

Blind faith will lead love where it has to go

 

Never let him go

 

~~*~~

 

Bulma stared after his departing figure, unable to move for a long while after he vanished. She shivered as the night air cooled around her, finding its way through her sheer nightgown. She didn't know why she remained out here as long as she did. Perhaps she was hoping he would return, although she didn't know why. At long last she went inside, then sat at her dresser, staring at herself in the mirror. Her face shook as she looked at her reflection. She had no idea what had really happened out there, what any of it had meant. She wasn't sure how she felt, and she certainly didn't know what he felt.

 

As she turned off the light and slid quietly under the covers, she didn't see the dark figure hiding outside, unseen in the shadows of her balcony, watching as she fell asleep.