Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You Still Have All of Me ❯ My Immortal ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Note for `You Still Have All of Me'

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or any songs. If I did, Yaumcha would have died a long time ago, and stayed dead.

This is a piece of fanfiction that I have been planning for a long time. It is a one-shot songfic to "My Immortal" by Evanescence.

Wait, wait, and don't leave yet! I don't really like Evanescence too much, but this song strongly reminded me of the Vegeta/Bulma relationship. It used to be the song on my xanga, and I really like it. The songfic part isn't until the end. So, here's the story line.

Basically, it starts after Vegeta and Bulma slept together for the first time. Its when Vegeta leaves her to go to space straight afterward, and Bulma questions Vegetas feelings for her, and Vegeta questions his life's choice. His love, or his pride? They slowly begin to realize their deeper feelings for each other. NC-17 for a reason, so if you can't handle adult material, don't read this.

I really hope you like this. Please, after you read, review!

I would also like to thank Hina-kun, who I absolutely KNOW I will be asking for help to in the future. It took me awhile to get this out, because this is the first OFFICIAL lemon that I've written on media miner, at least. It had to be perfect! So, here it is.

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You Still Have All of Me

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It was still night.

Bulma awoke in her bed, and stretched her arms out to recognize her surroundings. She jumped slightly when her hand came upon warm flesh that seemed to be emanating with heat. Her eyes opened in surprise, and saw that Vegeta was sleeping right next to her. His arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her very close to him. She remembered the events of the night before, and smiled to herself.

Bulma looked up at her partner's face. A roman nose, dark eyes like opals, high cheekbones, and flame-like hair. His skin was tanned, and his body was corded with thick muscles. He was so handsome. Wait, eyes like opals? Her eyes opened wider when she realized that the prince was awake and staring at her as well.

Vegeta looked at his bed partner, and gazed upon her creamy white colored skin. It was so soft; he remembered her whole body being soft. She had small pink lips and long eyelashes that curled out from her eyelids. She had blue-green hair that fell upon her face gracefully, and he watched her as she slowly opened her eyes. What eyes they were. Like sapphires, or maybe the deepest ocean. They were a breathtaking blue that made you want to stare into them forever to explore their depths.

Vegeta closed his eyes in shame. He had given into his animalistic lust and had taken her again and again through the night. His pride had been shattered, along with his self-control. He had slept with a human, and yet he completely denied having any feelings for her whatsoever. He knew that he had to do something. He silently watched the woman whom he held so protectively fall into a deep sleep, and when he was positive she wouldn't stir, he slowly slipped his hands out from around her and unwrapped himself from her arms. He slowly tiptoed to the other side of the room where his boxers laid, and slipped them on. He leisurely crept over to his room in the midnight shadows, and shut the door gently.

He had let this woman cloud his pride. He needed to defeat Kakarott, to conquer him. He needed to become a super saiyan. He couldn't let a human woman get in the way of his goals. He slipped on his training uniform, along with his gloves and boots.

He walked softly over to Bulma's room, and opened the door. The moon shone through her window, casting a light across her gorgeous face. He stepped over to the bed, and looked at her resting form. She was trembling, as if cold, because her warmth had left her. Vegeta's scowl softened as he caressed the side of her face, letting his gloved hand slip into the moonlight.

He could feel her warm skin through the glove's material, but he could not feel the softness of her skin. She whimpered in her sleep, and curled up into a small ball to keep warm. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, and ran his fingers down her cheek, trailing down it as if it were a teardrop. His hand left the light, and he let it fall to his side into the gloom.

"Goodbye, woman." He whispered quietly before gliding out of the room.

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"Unnnnh…" Bulma groaned as she groped outward in her sleep. This time, her small hands did not meet flesh, and she grabbed onto the satin sheets, as if trying to drag someone closer. When she felt a cold draft blow over her, she opened her eyes groggily. It was still dark outside, and the moonlight shone onto the far wall. She searched with her hands on her other side. Her lover was not there either. She sat up in her bed. It wasn't that she expected him to linger, but she still wanted him beside her. She shielded her nudity with a bed sheet as she slipped on her nightgown and a new pair of panties.

She stretched, still cold and tired, but she wanted to go and get her lover, because she didn't feel him anywhere. It was like she had a connection to him, even though after their rendezvous, Vegeta said that they hadn't `mated' yet, whatever that was. She looked out the window, and saw the bright crescent moon. She smiled, thinking of Vegeta. Whenever she looked at the moon, she thought of him. Last night when they looked at the night sky, Vegeta had said that he liked the stars. She noted that he had a look of longing whenever he looked at the moon, and she could guess why. He wasn't changing into his other saiyan form, the oozaru, so it must have been strange to him; looking at a full moon without an instinctual reaction.

She looked down onto the Capsule Corporation grounds. The grass looked blue in the moons shining light. She looked over at the G.R, and remembered the day when it had collapsed. It had been about a year ago, even though it seemed like yesterday. She remembered picking up his wounded body and setting his head in her lap. She remembered his words.

"Bulma, your beautiful and all, but that doesn't mean you can boss me around." She smiled in spite of the moment. Gohan had also told her that Vegeta called her `gorgeous' on planet Namek. She smiled bigger. She had always been vain, but that did not mean that she wasn't easily flattered. [[A/N: That moment was in the Portuguese version of that episode! I got it from Gwendy's `amour' section on her website, v/b sanctuary.]]

She opened the window and let in a cool breeze from the outdoors. She sat on the windowsill, looking out into the night, just reminiscing. She looked up on the roof, and remembered that that was where Vegeta and she had looked at the night sky. She glanced at the medical building, and her curious features turned somber when she remembered how badly hurt Vegeta had been, and he still went back to the Gravity Room even though he had been severely hurt. He would be so defiant to her whenever she wanted him to stop training and come and eat, but she had ways to get him to listen to her. She felt empowered that she had the ability to coax the saiyan prince into doing what she wanted him to.

She suddenly remembered her purpose for getting out of bed and changing. Where was her handsome saiyan prince in the first place? She looked across the grounds again. There was no sign of him. She would have heard him if he was in his room, because he tended to sleep talk and cry out in his sleep. Sitting there wondering where he was, a thought hit her.

Where was the spaceship?

It had been out on the grounds for almost a year now, and Vegeta had used (or maybe `stolen' would be a better word,) it before to search for Goku, and they always kept it out there in case he ever wanted to train out in space again. She gasped, and covered her mouth.

He couldn't have. He WOULDN'T have. She rushed up from her spot on the windowsill and zoomed over to his room, her feet padding heavily on the carpet. She opened the door frantically, and saw that he wasn't there. She whimpered in frustration, not wanting to believe what he must have done. She ran back quickly past her room and down the next hallway to the stairs. She thumped down them and turned on the lights in the kitchen, making spots appear in her eyelids. She rubbed them hastily, afterward looking around. He wasn't there either. Her eyes started to water in realization of the inevitable truth.

"No. NO!!!" Bulma yelled as she opened the screen door to the front yard. She rushed up to the G.R and looked into the windows. It was black. A tear fell silently down her cheek. "Vegeta…. you didn't leave me…did you?" She said to herself as she opened the door to the large metal structure. She checked in the back room where there was a small futon and a bathroom.

It was all empty.

"Vegeta…. Ve…. geta…." Bulma said quietly as she slumped down into a hysterical heap while quivering with sadness and rage.

"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME?" She cried out, her voice echoing across the Gravity Room. Salty tears poured down her pearly complexion, and she was wracked with horrible and prolonged sobs. She laid down on the floor, and could smell Vegeta's scent in the air. That unmistakable smell that was ash mixed with a freshly laundered aroma. It stayed in the room, and she continuously cried out into the night, saddened that her prince had left her.

Was she just another one night stand to him? She pounded on the floor in anger as tears continued to pour down her face. Was she just a good lay? Did that night mean absolutely nothing to him? Her voice and cries ricocheted across the room as she ran out into the night, running into the house, up the stairs, down the hallway, and into Vegeta's bedroom.

She threw herself on his bed, and curled herself up tightly in his bed sheets, smelling his scent everywhere. If she curled up in the bed sheet, it was almost like Vegeta was holding her in his protective arms, but it wasn't the same. It wouldn't ever be. Vegeta was the only one that understood, even though he nor she had ever showed feelings for each other before.

He was the only one that understood, and he was gone now.

Her tears stained his sheets as she cried herself to sleep, her sobs being uncontrollable. He had left her…and she didn't even know if he was coming back.

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Two Months Later…

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Bulma walked around the grounds of Capsule Corp, looking up into the sky automatically, remembering the day that her saiyan prince took off in a spaceship after a night of making love to her. She shut her eyes to the hurtful memories, and continued her way to work. She had to forget about him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget his handsome face and his deep voice.

I'm so tired of being here

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Suppressed by all my childish fears

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And if you have to leave

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I wish that you would just leave

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Cause your presence still lingers here

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And it won't leave me alone

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Bulma looked down at her desk. Everything reminded her of her prince. She kept telling herself that he thought absolutely nothing of her, and it was just his way of completely dominating her. She was only a good lay to him.

Deep down inside, she couldn't accept these feelings. Maybe he was just afraid of the relationship as she was. She didn't understand why he would go out into space without even saying goodbye. She remembered everything they did that night, from eating dinner together; to looking at the night sky… how ironic it was that that same night he would leave her…forever.

These wounds won't seem to heal

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This pain is just too real

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There's just too much that time can not erase

He could never ever be forgiven for what he did to her. All of the hatred that was insinuated with his actions, all of the distrust and indifference… This is what hurt her the most, that she meant nothing to him. She couldn't bear to live without him any longer. She suddenly began to cherish the time that they had spent together, from the times that they had arguments, to that same night where they made love… when it wasn't really love.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

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When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

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And I held your hand through all of these years

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But you still have all of me…

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He had taken her that night, not only her virginity, but also her heart. Deep inside, she knew that she would do anything for Vegeta's approval, for his…love.

She stood up to go up to her room. She had to sort things out in her mind before she did something rash that she may regret. She laid down on that same bed that they had sex together, and all of the feelings that coursed through her mind returned to her once more. She looked out the window.

She wanted to have those feelings again. Those feelings of fulfillment and of self-worth. It wasn't only desire this time. It was love.

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You used to captivate me by your resonating light

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Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

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Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

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Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

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Vegeta stood on the bridge of his ship, looking at the small planet that was Chikyuu-sei. He remembered the blue haired woman that he had taken before he left, and he couldn't forget her. The way she would make him feel, how she always knew what to say to make him do as she wished, or to capture his attention.

He would have dreams about her, and her voice, even just them talking. She invaded his dreams; he wanted to forget. Yet he was captivated by her beauty and wit. She was making him feel. He wasn't even supposed to have any emotion, or feelings. He had killed so many, and he would do it again without any guilt, but the guilt of leaving her there alone still returned no matter how hard he pushed it away.

A saiyan would keep these things under control. But she was his weakness.

These wounds won't seem to heal

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This pain is just too real

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There's just too much that time can not erase

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Vegeta jerked his gaze away from the beautiful planet, but he couldn't stop thinking about her…

Bulma.

He covered his face, trying to compose his thoughts, but she was in every one of them. He had already conquered his weaknesses. He was a super-saiyan. But, was this really all of them?

Making himself a super saiyan left the woman alone, how heart broken she must have felt. He knew how she felt, because they shared the same feelings.

He shook his head of these thoughts. Saiyans didn't have feelings for others. Feelings made people weak… Then how was Kakarott stronger than him?

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

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When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

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And I held your hand through all of these years

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But you still have all of me…

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She had taken something from him…his pride. He slammed down his fists in anger, his body shaking from his immense emotions. He brought his gaze back up to the blue and green planet. Even the planet reminded him of her. Not just because she was on it, but because of the colors. It was like she was created to resemble the beauty of the planet. When he was with her, he forgot everything. All of the pain he went through being under Freiza's rule, killing all those people, and his strong desire to surpass Kakarott diminished.

He growled to himself in frustration. He realized that he could not control what was the unavoidable. He pressed several buttons on his spaceship console, and was set for his next destination.

Earth.

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I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

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But though you're still with me

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I've been alone all along

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When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

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When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

I held your hand through all of these years

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But you still have all of me…

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Bulma slipped on her nightgown, and crawled into her bed. She purposefully avoided the side that Vegeta had slept on, it didn't seem right to her. She had accepted her feelings for Vegeta, but she knew that he probably wasn't ever coming back. A tear slowly slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it off hastily. There wasn't any use in crying now. She just had to wait to see what would happen.

Suddenly, she heard a creak. She turned over, alarmed, panting lightly in panic, and she saw that her window had slipped open. She cocked her head to the side in confusion, and sleepily padded over to the windowsill and shut it. She looked out the window, and saw another full moon. She sighed deeply, realizing that it had been exactly two months earlier that Vegeta and she had slept together. She shook her head of the memories and slipped back into bed, curling herself in a protective cocoon of bed sheets.

Vegeta was in the room, in the corner, just waiting for her to fall asleep. He was surprised that she didn't feel his presence. She had been less than three inches from him, and he resisted the urge to reach out and touch the side of her face affectionately. His scowl deepened.

She writhed and squirmed in her sleep, and Vegeta watched her as she continuously rolled over and over, reaching out to find warmth, only finding the edges of her satin sheets. Realizing there was none, she relaxed and her sleep deepened. Vegeta glided noiselessly to the side of her bed, and waited silently, watching his blue-haired goddess sleep fretfully. His scowl softened as he reached out his gloved hand to her cheek. He ran it down her face the same way that he had done the night that he left her. He could only feel the warmth and not the smoothness of her skin.

She winced as she felt his soft, almost numbing touch, but she slowly began to awaken. Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened them drowsily to see the outline of her dark prince. She rubbed her eyes and looked closer, and when she saw his eyes shining like dark opals, a tear slid slowly down her cheek. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but she was interrupted by Vegeta's mouth, when he captured her in a kiss. More tears slid from her eyes as she pounded on his chest in frustration and anger, wanting an explanation from him as to why he had left her after that night.

She slowly began to stop beating his chest feebly as their kiss deepened, as if he was explaining to her why he had left. They battled for dominance in their passion-filled kiss, and Vegeta left her swollen lips to travel over her neck, leaving fiery kisses in his wake. She whispered his name quietly as he nuzzled her neck, and then said it louder as he nibbled at her neck. She moved her hands upward on his chest, wrinkling his spandex top as it moved over his rippled muscles. He ducked down his head so she could slide the shirt over his head, and he shivered as she began tracing her fingers over his chest and back, as if memorizing every muscle.

He grabbed her hand and put it above her head, letting her elbow rest to the side. She looked up at him questioningly, and her eyes locked with his. They laid there, staring deeply into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, just drinking in one another's auras. Vegeta looked down quickly, shutting his eyes briefly, and then slowly bent down to the crook of Bulma's neck. He ran his canines swiftly down her neck, leaving behind a searing hot trail, and exerting a gasp out of Bulma.

Vegeta gave her neck a soft kiss before he sunk his fangs into her neck. Bulma let out a whimper of surprise and pain as he sucked out the blood from her wound. He hastily removed his teeth from her neck and licked up the remaining drops that slid down her chest and back. Bulma turned her head to look at Vegeta, but he was instinctively licking his lips and sucking droplets of blood from her still bloody wound.

"..Vegeta?" Bulma asked shakily. He gave an animalistic grunt to acknowledge her calling to him. She fell silent, afraid that he would yell at her for asking stupid questions. When the wound was finally clean and Vegeta brought his head up, he looked at her briefly before looking at his own neck and making a motion towards it. Bulma bit her lip and bent forward awkwardly. She bit his neck harshly, and found that it had no affect on him whatsoever. She whimpered in frustration and Vegeta smirked. He loosened his usually tense muscles so that her teeth dipped into his skin. She sucked at his blood that tasted fruity and sweet. She closed her eyes and pulled the blood from his neck up into her mouth. She withdrew her teeth and mimicked Vegeta's actions, licking all of the droplets that had fallen astray. Vegeta slowly nudged her so she would lie down in her previous position, her on her back and him on top.

"You belong to me now." Vegeta whispered in her hear, his breath tickling her skin. He crept his hand to her aquamarine curls, and shifted his hand so that it was positioned at her entrance. Bulma looked up at him with a smirk that he would have been proud to call his own.

"Oh? And who do you belong to, my prince?" Bulma asked playfully while running her fingers through Vegeta's surprisingly soft, black hair. Vegeta looked back at her, puzzled and red in the face.

"Feh…" Vegeta looked away quickly, stealing glances back at Bulma.

"So you…belong to…. Me, then?" Bulma whispered as she placed her hand on the side of his face playfully. Vegeta stole another glance at her, and put his head down a couple centimeters, and then back up again. Bulma laughed softly at his swift agreement. She leaned forward and kissed Vegeta on the forehead. "That's fine with me."

Vegeta looked up at her, and his scowl softened the slightest bit. He brought his hand up to her face, and he hesitated above her porcelain-like skin. Bulma leaned into his hand, and she could feel his hardened hands caressing her skin. She looked like an illuminated goddess in the moonlight, and she belonged to him. They held each other like that for a moment, until Bulma looked at him, raising her eyebrows and looking at his hand that was right at her entrance. Vegeta smirked. `Shes a woman that knows what she wants...'

Vegeta wiggled his fingers back and forth at her entrance, lightly brushing against her clit. Bulma moaned, wanting more, and in response Vegeta took his hand from her face and hooked his thumbs around the edges of her panties, pulling them down and off of her legs tantalizingly slow, making Bulma hiss lightly in anticipation.

Vegeta pushed lightly at her inner thigh, signaling to Bulma to open her legs wider. She obeyed, giving him larger access to her secret part. Vegeta expertly inserted his fingers inside her, twisting them around and flicking upwards at her g-spot. Bulma writhed and moaned above him at his ministrations as he continued to move his fingers up and down, in and out of her tight, wet center. His thumb flicked relentlessly at her clit as he pushed another finger inside of her.

"Ohh…..ahh….mmmm…..Vege...tah…." Bulma whispered as she moved her hips rhythmically up and down so that Vegeta's fingers could venture deeper inside. She shoved her fingers into Vegeta's hair, beckoning for him to go faster. Vegeta could feel her walls tightening as he pushed three of his fingers up and down inside of her. He heard Bulma let an "Oh!" escape as he bent down and flicked his tongue across her nub. Bulma bucked her hips wildly while pushing Vegeta's head down upon herself. He lightly suckled and nibbled at her swollen clit as his fingers continued to tease her. Bulma's moans grew louder and louder as he continued, and she screamed as she came, her juices spilling onto Vegeta's fingers.

Vegeta got up onto his knees and bent over Bulma's body. Bulma was still in the throws of her orgasm, and she shuddered in the aftermath of the intense waves of pleasure that washed over her. She opened her eyes, and found Vegeta lying lightly on top of her. He brought up his fingers that were still covered in her juices, and he arched his eyebrows up at her. Bulma gasped in surprise as Vegeta swirled his fingers around her nipples, letting her cum drip off of his fingers and onto her breasts. He bent his head down over her ample bosom, and sucked harshly at her nipples, nibbling them between his front teeth. He licked off all of the juices that remained on her breast, and then repeated this gesture with her other breast. He leant his head back and blew softly upon them, making Bulma's nipples tingle and tighten with the heated air brushing over them.

Vegeta felt something tugging at his spandex, and found that her legs had wrapped around his waist, and she had hooked her toes into the sides of his pants. He slipped his thumb around the edge and pulled down and off his dark blue spandex pants. Before he could react, Bulma had reached forward and wrapped her hand around his erect sex, and placed it at her entrance.

Vegeta leaned close to her ear and whispered playfully, "…Is this what you want?"

"Yes…Vegeta…I want you inside me…NOW!" Bulma gasped out as Vegeta rubbed her clit. Vegeta smirked at her answer, and plunged his erect member inside her, receiving a cry of surprise from his mate. Bulma writhed beneath him, signifying that she wanted him to continue. She clenched her muscles around Vegeta's hardened cock, and Vegeta let out an animalistic growl as he brought himself out with only his tip remaining inside her, and then sliding back inside her again. Vegeta grunted as he thrusted his member inside her. She was so tight…

"Vegeta….faster…please…..oh…mmm….a ah…." Bulma gasped as he was electrified by her moans and obeyed them quickly. His thrusts were slow and deep at first, and then they gradually became faster. Bulma wrapped her legs tighter around his waist as Vegeta rested his head in the crook of her neck. His plunges inside her became faster and more desperate as they both neared their climax. They both crashed over the edge together, both saying each other's name as they climaxed. Bulma could feel Vegeta's seed spill inside her, giving her a warm feeling in her stomach. Vegeta let their orgasms subside before he crept catlike next to his mate, and laid down next to her as she breathed deeply, exhausted. He moved a stray curl out of her face, and Bulma smiled warmly.

"T-Thank you…." Bulma said harshly. She grinned when she realized that she almost lost her voice.

"For what, woman?" Vegeta asked. He had himself positioned so that he was holding Bulma around the shoulders and resting his head on top of hers.

"For coming back to me." She whispered.

"Feh." Vegeta grunted and pulled her closer to him. They sat there in silence for a while, Bulma contemplating how to approach Vegeta with a question that had been itching at her brain for the past few minutes.

"Can I ask you a question?" Bulma asked, shifting her weight. Vegeta grunted in response. "What did it mean when we bit each other?"

"It is a saiyan bond." Vegeta answered shortly.

"What does that mean? I mean, how is it different compared to bonding from love?"

"Don't ask such stupid questions." Vegeta said bluntly. Bulma rolled her eyes. She knew that he was going to say that. She opened her mouth to say something back, but Vegeta kept talking. "Love is a pathetic human emotion. You can stop loving someone, and you can start very easily. A saiyan bond means that two people are bonded together for eternity, never to leave each other." Vegeta licked his lips, still tasting Bulma's sweet blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Oh…" Bulma said, smiling. She yawned as her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she was asleep before she knew it. Vegeta looked down at her and held her tighter to his body. He closed his eyes, and sleep overtook him more quickly than usual.

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