Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ties of Renewal ❯ Chapter 1

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TIES OF RENEWAL

By: Mademoiselle

Vegeta awoke to the sound of soft, almost noiseless movements grounded amidst the furred intensity of the nighttime elements. He stood up to the side of the dome shaped hut and looked onward through the pallid set of rounded windows that look upon the swirling, sputtering of the raging inferno, ever watchful as it bore its path, unsteadily consuming the landscape in its wake. She stayed amongst the furor beneath him, trembling aside his view, her lithe body quaking across the sputtered plain the storm had wrought in its ire. The high wail of white light reddened to crimson in the darkness, the Saiyan had long since sensed her presence, and only looked toward the alarm when the waking image of the girl burned to memory as he passed out to the chamber.

He stepped into the skies, ki soaring past any measures of aptness and force, the golden lantern of light engulfing the downy skyway in a brilliant stretch of orange fire, fielding more wonder than this world, or any was ever meant to have known. He shot towards the sky, forcibly winding and impelling through the ream of hail and ice, for her, for Bulma, for all she had done for him, for all that she meant to him. That much he owed her and without so much as a fight on her behalf, he was not willing to let her pass through the threshold of this world to the next. It was no small wonder he was not earlier felled by her presence. The bright, hot fiery discharge of light struck the ground, numbing all forces of perception, emerging from the skies and burning the land, dulling the senses, her life force frozen in its haze.


How ironic it was. Leaving her when so much for them was at stake, then returning to see the pain rove through her spirit, so unexpected as it coursed through her psyche like some dark, pain-filled wine, appealing at first, in a nearly sedative sense, then exacting the true extent of its due, in slow, torturous increments, scaling from her all of the qualities that he had come to cherish, barely waning to a shiver of her natural exuberance. Again meeting those eyes, haunted and preserved with so much disillusion and distrust, as she so vehemently denied the depth of the bond that ran between them, so much a lack of the usual luster and shine that had once enumerated her presence, those giant china blue orbs, more elucidated than the bond that torched between them. Seeing through them, the pain caused by those months of his absence, more unimpeded in her duress than the few sentences she had spoken to him since the first night of his return. It was he whom had destroyed the women had come to care for so much, hurting the one person for he would forfeit for every single ounce of his strength just to keep her safe. In the end, by his own hand, through the single means possible to a mortal mind, in taking from her what she had valued most, what he couldn't tell her. He couldn't now offer her his world, hadn't asked for her soul to make one, forever, in the final, unbreakable clasp of his people, this last stage in the fulfillment of undying wedlock.

The forces of nature had appealed to her unsteady cry, trapping her body and soul in a ephemeral fury of wind torn elements, a white cage to bar him for her if she were passed from this world to the next, protecting her from him and the pain caused by the outside world. Then coming to bind him in its enduring grips of guilt and shame, for all his strength, for all of his courage, the knowledge of this final failure would burrow a hole deep inside, in the heart she had brought out. He wouldn't be able to save her. Death to be the final barrier to restrain him from rectifying all in their path, having now met his pace, and was now more than willing to mend the nearly irreparable bridge that had once spanned between them.

Where arth thou women? The foolish line drew upon his lips, nearly breaking concentration, he chuckled softly in their tepid remembrance. Their last nights together, when, moments of her, could not compare to the truth. Seeing her like that, creamy white skin, warm and a flush with the child that neither knew she carried. He had remained uncaring at her words, he had watched as her soulful eyes, innocent and beautiful, betray a greater importance than those voiced by her mouth. She'd spoken of a certain event, smiling at the words so carefully planned and rehearsed, of her 'play and of a certain reluctant apparition by a certain person' then teeming with delight at his sudden, unexpected approval. Hormones he had reflected, even she wouldn't have expected that, wouldn't have even asked for it had she not anything less than in that state. He had believed it only right to go along with her, every once in a while, to keep her happy, as all good mates do. In reality the knowledge had dawned far too late. After allowing her to have her way with him, with so little in his stance, he realized then that he was attached so permanently to her, more so than any Saiyan had rights to, entirely willing to fulfill whatever wishes she bade. Careful methods of persuasion had more than undone the will of the Ouja, he sighed softly, almost against his will in remembering the shimmering gray scales of the gown, far more equipped to distractions than of his most grave of enemies.

She had more than made up for the time, indulging him for days upon end. They had both reveled in the favors of the other's body, she had moved underneath him as she blessed his lips with hers, body and souls interlocked in a fevered embrace as ancient as humanity itself. Plunging into her, again, and again and again, more times than could ever be accounted for in one night. In the midst of their passion, he had then dawned upon the uncomfortable realization that grew in her belly. The child, ki, vibrant and strong, was there, and with the wonder that failed to come to him, flooded out the last remnants of freedom. He had seen it lit in her eyes, furrowing his glance with hers, realizing that he wouldn't be there for her and their child when morning came. He would leave her, carrying a part of him, good and new, its soul fresh and clean of all sin and curse, but all too akin with its father's ongoing. The chance at the life that he had so been denied against. Both would be free from what he was, what the tremendous pressures had forged him to, taken from him, the father and husband, he could never be. No, he had believed then, she would not grow into that, the most integral constant in his life, strong, sweet, and giving. Upon his return, he had found her to be just that. Crying out to him in her broken state, undermining the strength that had time and time again, threatened to break loose in dealing with her. Even now, when she was beyond the point of no return, she was already, meant more far more than he could have ever given up on.