Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Way I Was Before ❯ Ursha Men Tonora ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter Six

The morning was chilly...and in its still, dim light, Vejiita lay with his eyes to the ceiling.He'd been laying awake now for nearly an hour, listening to the Chikyuu-jin morning grow around him like a burning ember. He'd told himself ten years ago that he'd never be able to get used to their mornings-and he never had.Vejiita's body was still tuned to the hot mornings on his home planet, and the heat of the sun even in late hours of the night. Vejiita-sei's sun shined for 30 of the 32 hours that made up one day, and the sky had always burned red with its fury.But here...here on Chikyuu the sun was not quite so red, not quite so scorching. With a curse, Vejiita let a shiver rip through his torso at the gentle breeze that coursed through the open bedroom window.Beside him in the bed, Bulma stirred quietly, making a soft noise of content.
Though last night had been one of the most intimate of his entire life, Vejiita was still confused as to why he had even toyed with the idea of bonding with his mate. He was sure of what his reasoning had been last night...he was even sure of the truth behind it.But he was unsure, however, of how his lust-maddened mind had taken over his rational one and given himself-fully and completely to his woman.Vejiita had never belonged "fully and completely" to anyone.Not even in his darkest hours as Furiza's angel of death had he ever belonged to that bastard...not really. His heart had always been his-or what had been left of his heart by the time he'd come to Chikyuu.Vejiita shifted gently in the bed and rested the palm of his hand on his bare stomach. His own fingers traced a few of his scars, remembering the thoughts in Bulma's mind as she'd done the same.Did she finally, truly understand?Would she stop wondering why he sometimes faded away...sometimes pulled away back into his dark soul and hid?And now, did he understand?The visions he'd seen from her memory had stirred within him a small bit of happiness and contentment. Her childhood was simple enough...much less traumatic and dark than what she had seen in his memory, he was sure.Vejiita had to smirk as he recalled her various journeys with that moron Kakarott trying to find Dragonballs.How many times had she outsmarted her enemy and saved the asses of those other idiots? He placed one arm underneath his head and thought about her memory of love...
Was what he had seen in Bulma’s memory truly the definition of love?He could never be sure, of course…he’d never even attempted at opening his heart wide enough for such an emotion to become part of him.Love was a word he did not know until he’d met her…heard her say it so many times about that ridiculous mate she’d been with before him.But her words had never held any substance…any idiot with a pair of eyes could tell she’d never been truly happy until she was rid of that nuisance.One memory stood out with painful clarity, and each time he thought of it, he had to fight back his choke of disgust.
Bulma’s beautiful and gentle body ravaged and used in such a way…Vejiita squinted in the dim light as he unsuccessfully tried to fight the image out of his mind; the image of her laying beneath that waste of life in a crumpled, defeated lump.Then the pain afterwards…the indifferent way in which her previous lover had disregarded her comfort and need.
And then there was her memory of their first meeting…their first encounter. How seemingly harsh words had turned to pleas for his touch, and finally the heated cry of his name.Vejiita shuddered himself with the imagery of it, and closed his eyes. Then there was the pain of her heart every time he closed her off-every time he had ever spoken to her in the heat of his own discomfort and said things no one should have ever said to their mate.And the way she’d been stung when he’d concealed his joy at becoming a father and instead acted distant…indifferent…cold.
As the light from the window began to get brighter, Vejiita glanced at the clock by her side of the bed.6:13 A.M.It was late in the morning, by his standards, and normally he’d have been up an hour or so ago.But exhaustion from the previous night’s activities had forced him to remain nearly comatose for at least five hours.At least it was not a workday…the woman would not be waking up in half an hour, and the brat would not come bounding into their room demanding breakfast.After a few instances of this fiasco, Vejiita had taken to waking at least an hour before the rest of the house. Another breeze from the window made him flinch, and he pulled some of the warm covers over the goose bumps on his skin-a renewed scowl on his face.
It was true…now perhaps there was a chance that they could salvage any and all aspects of their relationship.But Vejiita was angry with himself for letting such emotions as had been displayed last night to take over what little sanity he still had left…since laying a hand on her that is.He rolled his head to the side and let his eyes travel over her.It didn’t matter what time of day it was, did it? She always looked so vibrant and full of life.Vejiita propped himself up on his left elbow and gazed down at her.The way her skin glowed in the growing light of the early morning threatened to entice him down into her—away from reality and the stinging sensation of really being alive…of really being afraid.She took his hell away from him, taught him to know what it really means to be loved and cared for. And every time…every time he’d spit it back in her face as if it meant nothing to him, though he could barely contain the fact that it meant everything. But the stones that still lay scattered inside his stomach had forced him to remain far away from any attachments that could potentially injure him if taken away.He’d learned to do that by the age of twelve.
And now she could read his mind, as he could hers.Had he truly bestowed upon her a blessing, or unknowingly spited her with the gravest of curses?Vejiita ground his teeth together, knowing that his choice to bond with her could never be taken back, and that Bulma would ultimately love him even more, or hate him with all the strength in her body for what he had done.Yet…he intended to protect himself in either outcome-to make the best out of either situation.He would never be defeated…in body or in mind…ever again.

~~~ Tenkaichi Budoukai-minus three days ~~

Bulma shut the generator panel as thunder cracked above her head.Better to be safe than sorry...If the lights did indeed go out during this storm, at least they wouldn't be left in the dark.Rain began to fall over the vast roofs of their home as quickly and as quietly as a feather falls.Bulma glanced around her as the storm began its assault on the earth.She wondered when, exactly, her husband her son would emerge from the GSR.Since there was no back-up generator inside that blasted room, the two of them would be groping around in the dark if they lost power.
A soft hiss came from the other side of the living room, and Bulma craned her neck around to see Trunks come bounding out of the GSR.
"Kaasan!!" he shouted, his lavender shaded hair falling into those intense eyes like rainwater.Bulma thought then, that he needed a haircut, desperately. She smiled, as he did not notice her in the living room, "Mooooooooom!! Mom, Mom!"
"Over here, Trunks!" She called, laughing quietly, "What is it, sweetie?"
Trunks stopped in his tracks and swerved around to face his mother.
"Mom!Can I pleeeeeeease go outside in the storm??The last time there was a big one like this coming, I shot four hundred bolts of lightning out of the clouds!Tousan said it 'sharpens my refulexes' er…something!"
Bulma laughed aloud and slowly made her way over to the energized child.She put her hands on her hips and smiled.
"Reflexes, Trunks…and…I don't know, it seems awfully sharp out there.I don't want you getting hurt-!"Relax…you know lightening couldn't hurt him in a thousand years.Bulma gasped quietly as Vejiita's voice invaded her mind quiet abruptly.She'd thought, over the course of the past few weeks, that she'd gotten used to his daily interruptions in her thought process…but in reality it had become increasingly more disturbing.It was as if a paradox of emotion was constantly present in her body…from loving the way his words pleasantly caressed the far corners of her mind and body, to being frightened by the harrowing imagery that made up Vejiita's memory.Trunks' protests drew her attention out of the darkness.
"Please, Kaasan?" He pleaded heartily and clenched the still small fists at his side.Bulma felt her mouth curl in a smile despite the desire to protect her only son from all harm.Vejiita was right anyway…a cloud to ground lightening bolt probably did not equal even half of the energy level that Trunks could emit from his very palm.She closed her eyes briefly and nodded.
"Alright, but-" Trunks yipped in delight and hurried towards the back of the house.After a few moments, Bulma heard the back door hiss shut, and she shook her head. As subdued as the air of the living room seemed to be, it suddenly became darker and heavy with the impending storm.
The presence of Vejiita's body seemed to fill her entire existence with some kind of thick pleasure and comfort.He was being very quiet as he approached; stealthy as a cat just as usual.Bulma swerved around to see him behind her.
"Ha!" She exclaimed, pointing a steady finger at his chest, "now I can feel you coming…you can't frighten me anymore…" her voice faded as he stepped closer, his body finally pinning hers to the smooth surface of the wall. His face leaned into hers, and his mouth drew breath from her very being, "Vejiita?" She questioned, seeing sparks fly from within his mind.His eyes seemed suddenly intense and frightening.
"I've noticed something recently,Bulma-chan…" he murmured the words softly into her breathing space.She lowered the lids of her eyes and tried to breathe deeply.His close proximity would not allow it. Bulma felt her body react to his actions electrically.Her hands began to ache with anticipation as he dragged a gloved finger across her bottom lip.
"What have you noticed, Vejiita?" She whispered with breathless abandon as his fingers slid lower across her collarbone.His expression changed from mildly amused to erotically thrilled, and he pressed her more firmly against the wall.
"Have you noticed, Chikyuu-jin, that making love seems to be, perhaps…" he hooked his neck around and licked the top of her ear, "moreintenselately?" His last words were a groan, and Bulma shivered so powerfully that she could barely hear the thunder that now rumbled violently above the house.She nodded her head.
"I thought it was just me…"
Vejiita chuckled aloud, his voice snarling and gentle at the same time…so typicallyVejiita.Bulma watched his mouth move directly in front of her eyes.
"Hardly…" he breathed out deeply again and gripped her wrist, pinning it to the wall…followed by the other, "So you see, I've figured it out."
"Oh?" Bulma felt her body go numb to any other feeling besides that of his heated body pressed to hers.She made an attempt to arch her back and mold her body to his, but he stopped her and chuckled again.
“Patience, Chikyuu-jin…the brat will be gone for a while…” he paused and gathered both of her wrists in one powerful hand. The other snaked up her thin tee shirt and seared the flesh of her stomach, “Do you understand it yet…?”You feel what I feel…I feel what you feel.Double the pleasure, ne?
Bulma felt her own mouth curl into a smile and she tilted her neck to the side in order to allow his mouth access to the soft skin there. His teeth nipped at the scar on her neck, and she whimpered above him, allowing her mind to caress his…
Icanyou…your…even her mind struggled for words, and he laughed into her heart.
Just feel it…no more words…
His hands molded to her body, drawing from her the most illicit of responses.Her mind played frantically with her excitement and his intense visions of what they were about to do. She juggled the images inside, feeling his soul link to hers in the most erotic dance she had ever known.Bulma let her voice give reality to her visions, and Vejiita gripped her backside in what seemed like a response.But once again…his heavy grip remained as slow and gentle as that of a man who had never touched a woman in his life.
He lifted her off the floor and somehow made his way through the furniture until he reached the couch.They missed the soft cushions and Vejiita fell to his knees, the small woman locked tightly around his waist.
Vejiita felt his world go white in response to her presence…and there was no other reality…no more fear…

One hour later, Bulma lay on the floor, once again fully clothed.The great Saiya-jin no Ouji lay between her legs, also clothed, and quite asleep.It was the first time she'd ever seen him sleep so soundly…and at this particular time of night.It was approximately ten o'clock, and Trunks had come bounding in the door half an hour earlier, apologizing for his long-term absence and heading upstairs quickly. It seemed as though the intimate way in which his parents lay on the floor not only made him uncomfortable, as it normally would have, but also made him uneasy. Of course, Bulma mused, he was not used to his father showing any sort of intimacy or emotionever…not even to him.
Bulma listened to the running water of the shower upstairs and then to the steady, deep sound of Vejiita's breathing.His mind had been blank for nearly an hour now…no dreams, no thoughts-only the deep darkness of sleep. She was grateful.Seeing into Vejiita's mind during his soul wrenching dreams was one of the most terrifying experiences she'd ever witnessed.It was even more heart throbbing than the initial vision of their bonding.
There was a spark of red light in her mind…and she cringed.My Kami…please help this dream to be pleasant.She begged the heavens for a relatively tame memory…but Vejiita's mind was suddenly a storm of light and dark. It was a maelstrom of pain and loss-of fear and longing.Bulma squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her fingers around the material of his shirt, preparing herself for another journey into the dark mind of the killer he once was.
But she found that the deeper the dream went, the more miserable the mood became.Rather than the half-mad, deranged portion of his mind that still existed within his memory-Bulma saw the cowering, fearful animal he had been when he'd lay at her feet during their bonding vision.Her body tensed under his, and there was only the blackness of his mind-
He had never been so cold…so frightened.There was a scream from somewhere in the darkness, and he echoed it, his harsh young voice brazen against the laughing forms that hung above him.There was pain, and no relief…fear and no comfort.
Then the memory was gone…the laughing green face of that monster Zarbon blurred and faded into the softer features of Vejiita's father. And Vejiita cried out for his guidance, whimpered in furious anxiety as no words came from his own father's mouth.Then there was her face…bright and blue as the morning.It soothed him, comforted the wounds he had reopened with each step into his own mind.And yet there was still fear…still the nagging, compulsive fear that one day she would be no more…one day he would be alone and afraid yet again.
Finally his father spoke, harsh and stern,
"Shina lo kari, Vejiita!Shina juten!"
Remember who you are, Vejiita!Remember your people!
"Shini…SHINI KANTAK!Gitta…torashi, Kantak!Ursha men tonora!Ursha...k-k-kulsaa!!Ursha shitenkalai, Kantak!!!"
I remember…I remember Father!!But…I am afraid, Father!Take away my fear!Take it…help me!Take away the pain, Father!!!
"Benda sola Chikyuu-jin, Vejiita!Jinilach yo tonora…"
Kill the Chikyuu-jin woman, Vejiita!Then you will be rid of your fear.
"Saresha…"
She takes it away…
"Ienan, Vejiita!Sugesha karak…"
No, Vejiita!She brings it back…
And then there was a flash of pain and pleasure at once. They were together, as one…his hands touched her in places she had never known could be so amazing.His mouth was an instrument of love against hers.And his hands buried themselves in her hair as though it were sacrament to do so. Then, his grip changed…and there was no more love.A madness crept into his brain and ate away at his soul as though it had teeth.
His fingers dug into her skin…that perfect skin.Down onto her neck…into that beautiful skin that taunted him with every glow-every shimmer.And her scream never escaped…and she was dead in his arms.The bright red sheen of her blood caressed his limbs like a familiar dousing of pain.But there she lay…dead by his own hand.The fear was gone…and not the pain. Tears burned the tissue of his eyes like fire…
Bulma struggled underneath Vejiita's body in a frantic attempt to escape as the dream came to an end…
The fear was gone…and not the pain. And he cried out to the gods for his own death…the sound as raw and untamed as that of a beast.
She screamed…screamed with all her will and might as she regained consciousness and clawed wildly at her own neck as if she expected it to be smothered in her blood.Vejiita jolted and pushed himself up onto his fists, staring down at her with the wide, expectant eyes of a child…he looks like Trunks. Bulma gasped for air and placed a flat palm against his chest, willing him to let her go and pleading with him to be at peace in one soft movement.He stared at her for a moment, desperate for cognition and explanation, until he realized what she had seen.
Vejiita's eyes narrowed, and his mouth dipped into a sorrowful frown.He pushed himself up off of the floor, breathing heavily and half awake.Bulma stood with him…watched him stumble his way over to the wall and lean against it in an exhausted sort of fury.
Slowly…very slowly she stepped behind him and steadied her own breathing.The soft, barely audible whimpering of the man she had never seen cower in fear beforeheruntil now made her throat close.With infinite care, she lifted her hands and touched the trembling, rock hard muscles of his back. He hissed in what seemed to be pain, and she flinched, yet continued to stroke her soft fingers around to his stomach.Carefully, she lay her cheek against his back…felt the pounding of that insatiable, dark heart.
Through the heavy sound of his panting, she heard him whisper.
"Ursha men tonora…"
Bulma squeezed her eyes shut and bathed him in her tears.

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