Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Way I Was Before ❯ Wonder ( Chapter 7 )

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What happened the night before Vejiita died...and what's going to happen when Shenlon is summoned and Bulma awaits her prince's return?? Hehehe I hope you all enjoy! Do review!

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2002 | Updated On: 02.27.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed

Chapter Seven

~~There are times when I still sit around and wonder how he did it…wonderwhyhe did it.There were parts of me that were surprised…totally and utterly amazed that Vejiita could allow himself to be so completely taken.Son Kun always reminds me that Vejiita was strong, even in the midst of his madness; strong against his enslaver though he remained in his possession. But I still find it hard to believe that Vejiita would have given himself…his very being to a monster that promised him strength. Perhaps he knew he would be able to control it, perhaps he knew that in the end he'd be able to try and destroy Majin Buu.But I still don't understand…he did not even hesitate to kill those people.The energy had come streaming from his hands like a deadly waterfall of morbid glee.That smile on his face as he stood there…no it was the smirk—I'll never forget it as long as I live, I swear.And he did not even look at me, or even towards me as he did it. It was as if his life here no longer existed; as if he had become the raging, half-mad animal he was when I first laid eyes on him on Chikyuu all those years ago.
But then again, there are remaining parts of me that were not surprised at all.Vejiita's latent insanity has always been a thorn in my side.I suppose I shouldn't say insanity. It is more like a driving anger that pushes him into the limits of his ownsanity.Anger has been a part of Vejiita's ingrained psyche now for nearly all of his life…I take that back, probably all of his life. And, I suppose, deep down inside it has always made him slightly unstable.So…I truly am not that surprised.I suppose I am more disappointed that he would let it take hold of him and make him so utterly power-hungry and selfish that he would throw away everything he has here…everything.
I still remember that day as if it were just yesterday, though it has been nearly a year now since he died.I cannot feel our bond any longer, and it makes me wonder if he did it on purpose—if he severed the connection simply so I would not have to endure the trials of hell with him.I'm sure those were some of his last words to me in the fuzzy haze of consciousness that I picked up as his body disintegrated out there…somewhere. I'm sure his mind went with his body…Vejiita has never done anything so noble in his entire life.When I first began to know him, I am sure he would have rather been killed by Son Kun than sacrifice his own life for the sake of others.And so the shock of what he had done and said during the last moments of his life has haunted me ever since the day.
I want to speak with him so badly…I want to tell him that his gallant actions have touched the hearts of all of us, though when I think of it now I have to laugh.He would not care…he does what he does for his own reasons, and not the reasons of others.My eyes begin to tear and my chest seems to tighten until I can no longer breathe when I think of his face.The pressure becomes greater as I realize I will not see it again for some time…and then the worst when I think of the way he used to hold me, used to touch me.But I must not think of that now…I will not be able to finish writing.
Though I can't help but be taken back to the night before the Tenkaichi Budoukai.It was a breezy, humid night, and Trunks had been in bed for hours, dreaming of the victory that he would surely take the next day.I still remember how I checked on him just a little after midnight.I could swear he was smiling in his sleep.
The night had been so inviting…so utterly warm and comforting that all I wanted to do was sit on the balcony and stare—just stare.That's just what I did for about half an hour that evening, giving breath and life to my memories, and even my fantasies as I gazed up at the Chikyuu-jin night sky and slowly closed my eyes.I began to realize, as I sat there, that girlish dreams and fantasies had eluded me for some time. I feel as though I have had no inclination that I'm getting older until now, when my Prince Charming is dead and my son, who has never cried in his life, cries even now in his bedroom.
Prince Charming…I hesitate to call him that.I have to laugh aloud thinking of Vejiita as charming.But he has always been the prince I dreamed of when I was younger. Granted, he was brash, conceited, half-crazed with suppressed anxiety and sorrow…but as I sigh now thinking of it, Vejiita was simply a man I was destined to nurse back to health.Many times, I've thought I had failed…but after Vejiita's sacrifice against Majin Buu, I admit I'm not sure anymore.
That night on the balcony he had emerged from the shower, still sopping wet, and had knelt down beside me.Once again, he startled me completely awake by leaning into my ear and whispering,
"Shenta amat sha…amat to shial’ai…"
Roughly translated;I want you in the worst way…so much that I am ashamed.I was confused at first until he reached behind me and hooked his powerful arm around my waist. Then, with some measure of indecency and roughness, he shoved me against the outside wall of the house and used his deft fingers to push away the soft, fine material of my shorts and panties.
He touched me with such fine and gentle fingers that night, doing as he usually did…which was bring me to climax without much effort at all.Though that night, it seemed as though all his energy was spent on me…spent making me feel as though I had never felt so incredible in all my life.I've never felt him thrust so powerfully…the way I had always wanted him to; you know, the quickie I'd wanted from the moment I decided I wanted Vejiita in bed. And the most exquisite element of our lovemaking that night was that he did not break eye contact with me even once.Those piercing orbs held more love, more passion and more lust than any I had ever studied before.And his scowl…that ever present scowl was gone for the first time.His face was nothing but a pleading request for anything and everything that I could possibly give him in this lifetime…and I think he sensed it, and feared it.
I remember that he said my name so many times out there on that balcony…it was as if he was making up for all the times he had never called me by my first name. He would just keep pushing me further up the wall, and hold me closer to avoid sending me flying through the wall and Vejiita's whisper echoed through my ears as he said it,"Bulma…Bulma, oh my gods…"
Remembering that sweet whisper now causes my chest to heave with desperate realization…the knowledge that he is no more.Later, in our room, in the soft clouds of sheets he had said,
"I will be the victor tomorrow, Bulma-chan…you'll see…you will see me as the Prince I truly am, once and for all.I swear to you."
And before I even had a chance to respond or tell him that I believed him, his mind told me that he already knew.There hardly any more words that night after his manifesto…only the gentle, yet hoarse noises of our lovemaking.
I only know that the only reality I could sense was the caresses of his amazingly soft hands, and the sweet-yet powerful-thrusts of his only means of communication. And after one session of mating, he slowed his pace and finished with, I think, the most deep and satisfied growl I have ever heard from any man, human or not…
"How do you do it?" He whispered, his lips inches from my ear…causing my now sensitive skin to shake and shiver like a child.
"Do what?" I had asked, barely able to speak without gasping for air.And then Vejiita pushed himself up on infinitely powerful arms and gazed down at me for what seemed like an hour. His lips began to tremble, and I saw within his mind the face of a small, frightened child; the ghost I had seen in my bonding vision.Vejiita's whole body shook suddenly, and did not stop until he drew in a ragged breath. I placed my own cool hands on his biceps and widened my eyes as I realized just how much he was convulsing with fear.I began to shake my head until he finally moved his open, trembling mouth.
"How do you make…make…make me…love you?"
Vejiita's croaked confession was enough to send me reeling off the edge of joy and back into his waiting arms.But I could see in his eyes that he was neither happy about his words, nor with himself. The smile that had begun to form on my face faded, and I tightened my grip on his solid arms. His thoughts were beyond muddled, and I was terrified to learn that I could not read them, let alone pick up exactly what had been going on in his mind at the time.The scowl returned, but none of the raw fear and resentment had faded from his voice.
"Dammit…Bulma…I'm—not supposed to love.I can't…don't you know that I can't?" His voice tore into the silent, stagnant air around us, and ripped a hole into my soul. But somewhere deep in his heartless eyes I had still seen the truth, and I dared to test him further.
"Vejiita you could decimate a planet…you can damn well do anything you please."
He growled above me then, and placed both palms on the sides of my face.The glare in his eye would have been enough to frighten me ten years ago…but not now.Not now…
"Power…strength, will—you need things like that to survive, Bulma.You don't need love—!"
"You need emotion, Vejiita!More than just anger," I remember hissing my reply as though it was my last chance to speak with him…perhaps I had a premonition. Vejiita's brows creased again, and he leaned in further towards my mouth, brushing the tips of his lips against mine in a painfully slow gesture.His mind suddenly pricked at my own as if electric shocks had traveled the length of my spine and down to my toes…
I have more than anger, Bulma-chan…you know that.You know what lies inside my dark heart…you know it.
You call that a tail, monkey PRINCE??!?
Kari suln nan sh'an…
Usari tolenga ya--!
Ursha men tonora…
The whispers in my head had begun to drive me insane, and I pressed my forehead to his, teeth clenched together.
“You control your own destiny, Vejiita…no one else controls it for you.”
But he did not reply that time, and his mind went blank to me…closing me off with one simple action.His eyes became narrow slits, and for a moment I had thought he would push away from me and end this session of lust in less than a minute. To my utter surprise, he did not…and instead he pressed his mouth to mine in a desperate search for control and domination.I would not let him have it, and it frustrated him to the point of no return. He had growled against my mouth and begun touching me in ways I’ve never understood…even now I don’t understand them.
I only remember the gasping, my clawing at his back as he entered me so forcefully that I felt like a born again virgin.His hand grasped my thigh and lifted it to his shoulder, allowing him better access…and despite the thought behind his actions; I admit I didn’t dislike one moment of his powerful thrusts.There was a desperate hunger in his lovemaking that night that I’d never witnessed before.Always, with Vejiita, sex had been a ritual act in which we indulged ourselves fully…totally.That night it seemed as though he just wanted release…his and mine.
We went at it for hours—relishing in the zeal of animalistic, primal sex.I have to admit that when I remember it now, I become flushed and hot with desire for him.Yet…the more I remember, the more upset I become in turn, and I curse myself for letting the suddenness of his death slowly tear me apart from the inside.
I still have Trunks though…I still have a piece of Vejiita though he is no longer part of my life, and will not be for some time.I continue to wonder when I will hear from Dende…the next wish to be made is to bring back all those killed by Majin Buu—all those who fought and died with a decent bone in their bodies.When they said those words, I couldn’t help but flinch…perhaps there is still a part of me that believes Vejiita is evil.But I should know better…so much better than that. Whenever I looked into his eyes…I could see it.Those hands that touched me with such tender reserve and heated passion could not have belonged to an evil man…no there is no possible way.
None…
None…
I need to go see Dende. ~~

There was a quiet stillness to the air that afternoon, and the breeze drifted around Dende’s cheeks like soft fingertips.He gazed out over his lookout and twitched his antennae briefly to scan the surrounding area.Someone was coming…someone with hardly any ki signature.And then Dende’s mouth turned up in a knowing smile when he realized it was she…
The soft hum of her aircraft whirred in the still air until the plane touched down onto the marble surface at his feet.Dende made his way to the side of the craft, smiling gently as Bulma switched off its engine and dropped gracefully from the seat. Their eyes met, and Dende leaned his staff back, the small bells on the bottom of his robe twinkled lightly in the quiet air,
“You’ve come about Vejiita…haven’t you?” He asked softly, the gentle tone of his voice sending a wash of silent relief through Bulma’s body.He had that way about him…such a soft and gentle way,
“Uncanny…” she whispered aloud, then let her eyes travel over the intimidating Namek-jin in front of her.Finally, her eyes hit the ground, and she took a deep breath…let it out quickly, “I have…how did you guess?” Bulma raised her eyes back to the Kami and watched as he smiled that knowing smile,
“It’s your face…I can see it in your eyes when you’re thinking of him,” he paused, tilted his head towards the archway, “why don’t we sit down?”
Bulma nodded in reply and followed the young Namek-jin over to the small stairway that lead into Kami’s old throne room.They sat, and Bulma let her eyes fall to the smooth tiled surface, then scanned it for a moment as if it owed her some kind of explanation. After a few moments of silence, she craned her neck up again and watched as Dende stared off into the cool breeze.She pursed her lips briefly and then leaned on her knees,
“Will you give me a straight answer this time, Dende?I just need to know if he’ll…” She stopped as Dende turned back to face her, a look of content on his face despite the arching of his brow,
“Vejiita’s soul went to hell, Bulma…there’s not much I can do to guarantee that he’ll come back.You know I’m sorry…I wish I could be more reassuring. I only know what I know…”
Bulma shifted where she was sitting and gulped down months of waiting…mourning…listening for any noise that resembled his voice.Her mind swirled, careening downward with every word Dende spoke. Bulma arched her own eyebrows and swallowed the lump of despair that was growing ever faster in her throat,
“And what is that?” she whispered, barely able to speak for fear of rupturing her swelling tonsils.Dende took a deep breath and leaned forward on his staff, mimicking her position,
“I know Vejiita was a slave to his own selfish desires for a very long time…” he said gently, as if to soften the blow of his words to her heart.And then, “I know that Vejiita’s heart was hard and black for most of his life, and that he refused to admit defeat or bow his head to anyone…not even the Kaioshin himself.” Bulma could not help but crack a sly smile as Dende spoke the last words.Then the Namek-jin continued, “But I also know that Vejiita was a man who would not have let harm come to his own family if he could have done anything to prevent it…” he paused, and turned to a wide-eyed, yet subdued Bulma, “And that his own pride, the thing he held most dear to his heart, was laid to rest the day he met you.I know that the demons of his past will never be put to death…but he was closest to peace, Bulma…when he held you in his arms.”
Bulma choked on her own breath and brought a hand to her forehead, unwilling to break down in front of the Chikyuu guardian.Her own body failed her as she sobbed once, then stopped…composing herself.The Namek-jin placed one warm hand on her back, and then she lifted her weary head,
“So, can you tell me, Dende…just this one thing…?”
“Of course, Bulma-san.”
“Was Vejiita a good man?” …Underneath the stone wall he’d become?Underneath the murderous animal he had made himself…underneath the frightened child she’d seen in his memory…underneath the sick, twisted adolescent who’d been molded by Furiza…underneath the hard tar of his frozen heart?Bulma felt her body tense as Dende smiled woefully,
“Bulma-san…would you have married an evil man?” Bulma blinked and allowed the tears to fall down her flushed face. She smiled, and felt a warm blanket embrace her, then shook her head, “then…the answer is within the light I see in your eyes.”

~~After today's visit to the lookout, there is only one conclusion I can make…that Vejiita will return.I can only hope that tomorrow, when Shenlon is summoned…I will not be disappointed.Vejiita is the other half of my soul. The only words that register with me now are his words to me the very first night we made love…so long ago…
Cande danmas Saiya-jin, danmas to giensha…
When a Saiya-jin mates, he mates for life…~~

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