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A Losing Battle	By : BlazeEBlake_TD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vegeta stood at the railing of the balcony just beyond his bedroom. Their bedroom. Or so it had been in the days before the 25th World Martial Arts Tournament and the disastrous events that had followed. Now, he couldn’t be sure. As it had always been, since the early days of their relationship, Vegeta was wary of the woman’s silences, particularly when she held a smile in place of a more natural, relaxed expression. Only this time, rather than any potential schemings or forthcoming outbursts, it was what she refused to say or do that unnerved him. She had grinned all through their reunion at the lookout, and her temperament had been, by all appearances, level throughout dinner and as she had sent Trunks off to bed. But all the while, he could sense something simmering just beneath the surface, something that she had yet to release even now that they were the only two beings still awake on the compound. He had come out here to think, and perhaps to escape her voluminous silences, and hours had passed as he found himself both uncertain of what to do and of whether or not he could even bring himself to re-enter what had been his home for the better part of a decade. He had fought and died and fought again to stop the monster Majin Buu, but all of that did little to assuage this sudden outcropping of long absent conscience when he took into account that the creature’s release had been his fault in the first place.
His shoulders tensed as he heard her tentative footsteps behind him.
“Vegeta.” She said in a soft but firm tone. Not for the first time today he kept his back to her, unwilling or, for all his strength, unable to face her. He clenched his fists and sneered at his own cowardice.
“Ok, fine,” she sighed, “I’ll talk, you listen. I spoke to Trunks, Goku, even Piccolo about… Well about what happened. They told me you died protecting us, knowing where you’d go in the afterlife, and that you fought Majin Buu again even though if he killed you, you’d be gone forever. And I know you that right before you died, you told Trunks you were proud, and that you were thinking of us… What I don’t know… What I can’t understand is why any of it had to happen in the first place. ChiChi and the others told me, over and over that that thing… that alien did something to you but… I just can’t believe that you would turn your back on us just like that, and on purpose too. I mean, for what? To be the strongest and beat Goku? To be… How you used to be? Do you hate it here so much that-”
“No,” he said sharply.
“Then why?” They stood in silence for a moment, her gaze boring into him, the scent of her fresh tears tingeing the night air with a salty bitterness.
“I was a fool,” he said finally, shaking his head, “Perhaps I am still, returning here as if no ills had passed between us. Once again, I was betrayed by my pride and…”
“And what?” She said, raised voice teetering on the edge of composure.
“And my fear.”
“What could you be afraid of? You of all people? Us? You’re family?”
“I was afraid to relinquish what I was once and for all, to be weak. I thought that if I gave up everything that I had embraced on this Earth I would be able to defeat Kakarot and finally be at peace. But instead, I lost sight of what it meant to be a true warrior and I gained nothing at all for my transgressions. I dishonored my heritage and our family, and didn’t even have a victory to show for it.” They lapsed into another unbearably thick silence and an entirely unfamiliar sensation began to churn in his stomach, as if there was a deep, almost painful pit in his gut.
“If you wish for me to leave,” he resumed grimly, “I can be gone this very instant, from this entire planet if you deem it necessary. After all, my decisions were directly responsible for its destruction. For the deaths of the only humans I ever...” He trailed off, failing as always to allow such sentimentalities to escape his lips. When he heard her footfalls once more he initially assumed she was leaving, her unspoken decision clear. So it was to his great surprise when she embraced him from behind, her arms encircling his waist and her delicate hands meeting at the center of his abdomen.
“You jerk!” She cried into his back, “Don’t you ever leave us again.”
“Wha-” he stammered, “I was only-”
“I know what you were trying to do. But you don’t get to run off just because of this. We still need you. I still need you.” He twisted around to face her, taking her face into his hands.
“But why?” He asked, “After everything I have done…”
“You’re still my husband,” she concluded with a sniff, “And I still love you. You’ve done a lot of bad, but if you’re coming back to us means anything, then you’re not evil anymore, not that I needed some stupid dragon to tell me that.”
“Hhn.” He looked away, hands still gently cradling either side of her head.
“Bulma,” he said in a near whisper, “I… I am sorry. For all of it. You must know that I--”
“I know,” she said with a nod, tears still rimming her lower lashes, “Now promise you won’t go. You can’t. Not after all of this.” He forced himself to meet her sparkling blue eyes with his own, his onyx stare piercing yet undoubtedly clouded by a vulnerability he was completely unaccustomed to.
“You have my word,” he offered finally. The woman choked out another sob before pulling him into a desperately passionate kiss, holding him as tightly as her fragile human body could manage.
“I’m still really mad at you,” she said, breaking the kiss and frowning at him almost childishly.
“I would expect nothing less,” he returned, pulling her to his chest and inhaling the sweet scent of her close cropped hair, “And I would have it no other way.”
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A Losing Battle