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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
CHAPTER 30
Previously…
There was a knock at the door.
Kakarott went to open it, surprised to see a tall, green man on the other side. "Hey, Piccolo! What brings you here?"
"I have business with your new house guest that must be discussed." He replied sternly, looking at Vegeta.
"Sure. Come on in!" Kakarott said, letting the tall green man in. "We were just finishing up dinner, why don't you join us?"
"Thank you, but unfortunately this is not a social call." Piccolo said, stepping into the small home.
"What is your business with me, Namek?" Vegeta asked, getting up and meeting him half way in the kitchen with his arms crossed.
"Prince Vegeta, I presume?"
"I know my name, thank you. Now tell me who you are and what business you think you have with me?" Vegeta asked in his typical arrogant fashion.
"I received a report that you landed here last night and refused to check in. Fortunately you did mention you had business with both Kakarott and Bulma, whom I know well and hold both in very high esteem. I let the matter drop." Piccolo said. "I then received a complaint regarding an altercation between yourself and another one of our planet's inhabitants, Yamcha a few hours ago."
Vegeta laughed. "That was no altercation. The low born scum had the audacity to put his hands on my mate after she repeatedly asked him to leave. What happened was a mere warning to him. Should he come near her in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable or in a manner that happens to displease me, then we will have an altercation on our hands."
"Was that the way of it?" Piccolo asked, looking at Bulma.
"Pretty much." Bulma nodded. "Yamcha and I were romantically involved back before our planet was destroyed. We didn't know the other had survived and now we both happened to make it here. In the time that we weren't together, I moved on and met Vegeta. He has taken me as his mate. Due to circumstances that I have vaguely mentioned to you before, he was unable to accompany me here. I have informed Yamcha of this and he refuses to accept it. He has another girl he met as well and is involved with, yet still continues to push the issue."
"He has no prior claim to you?" Piccolo asked.
"No. We were never married or mated or engaged even. Vegeta only arrived yesterday. I took him out to the market to get him some new clothes and show him around. On our way back, Yamcha came up to us. I introduced him to Vegeta and he dismissed him as though he were nothing. Vegeta left to give us our space to finish our conversation, especially since it became heated on both our sides. Vegeta did nothing until he began shaking me. And he didn't even really do that much. He just yanked him away and dislocated his shoulder a bit. Even before he left us to sort out our differences, he told him to respect my wishes or he would deal with him. He had plenty of warning, Piccolo."
"All the same. This is a planet of peace. No violence of any kind is tolerated." Piccolo replied. "I am well aware of you and your reputation, Vegeta and I am not happy you have come here whatever your reasons may be. See this as your warning."
"Awe come on, Piccolo." Kakarott said. "Vegeta can't help what he's done any more than I could and you gave me a chance despite being leery of Saiyans."
"True, however you do not have the same reputation as the notorious Prince Vegeta." Piccolo nodded. "How many planets have you laid to waste?"
"I helped." Kakarott cut in before Vegeta could answer.
"You've been here." Piccolo said. "I am referring to the last several months. You are currently employed under Frieza's service, correct?" he asked, looking at Vegeta.
"That is correct." Vegeta nodded, not liking the direction this was going. "What are you trying to say, Namek? Spit it out."
"As guardian of this planet, I have gone through great lengths to remain undetected by the lizard tyrant himself." Piccolo said. "I am worried about what your arrival may do to the peacefulness and prosperity of this planet should Lord Frieza find you here."
"He does not know I am here." Vegeta replied. "I left my ship and scouter and any means he had of tracking me. It will be days, maybe weeks before he even notices I am missing. I have never heard of this puny place. Chances are either neither has he or it's not worth his time; in which case, he will not think to look for me here. I am here only for my mate. I will be leaving once I am strong enough to destroy Frieza with my bare hands. After that, I will be returning to my own planet to take my rightful place on my father's throne. My residence here is merely temporary."
"Understood, though you must understand my concern. I have kept many undesirable races and individuals such as you from entering this planet. If it weren't for Kakarott and your mate Bulma, I would be escorting you off here. Bulma has done much to help advance society here through means of her technological genius. I am eternally grateful for both her mind and willingness to help."
"Thank you, Piccolo." Bulma said "I understand your concern, but Vegeta's not here to cause trouble."
"I can speak for myself!" Vegeta said agitatedly, annoyed that both Kakarott and Bulma kept speaking up in his defence before he could say anything. He didn't need them to defend him or his actions. "As long as you tell that weakling to leave her alone and quit pestering her, there will be no further need for any future altercations. I have no issue with you or any of this planet's inhabitants and will leave as soon as possible. I fail to see the issue."
Piccolo nodded, though he had a nagging feeling in his gut that allowing him to stay was not in the best interest of this planet. "Very well. I will trust you."
Vegeta nodded in acceptance and said no more.
"I will be leaving. But have no doubt, I will be keeping my eye on you." Piccolo said. "Should I hear anything else or I catch wind that Frieza or any of his men decide to make a detour here in search for you, you will be made to leave immediately."
"That will not be happening." Vegeta said, boredly. "By the way, you may want to beef up your security. Obviously just anyone can land here. That weak old man is not going to be able to handle himself should Lord Frieza or any of his men decide to come here. They would think nothing of blasting him."
"Dually noted." Piccolo replied and left.
The foursome stood there in silence a few moments before returning to their seats. "Was it that bad, Vegeta?" Kakarott asked.
Vegeta nodded.
"What happened?"
"I do not wish to speak of it, Kakarott!" he growled. "Not to you or to anyone. It is bad enough that nosy Namek has caught wind of it." He headed outside, sighing in irritation as Aro got up and followed him. What was with this dog; following him everywhere? It annoyed him. He just wanted to be left alone. Was that so much to ask? At least he didn't have to talk to the dog, he thought to himself.
Kakarott nodded as he watched Vegeta leave and slam the door behind him. He wished Vegeta would at least tell him something. If anyone would understand what he had endured, it would be him. Maybe he just needed some time.
"Is he alright?" Chi-chi asked.
"Yeah. He just needs some space." Bulma said, watching him out the window as he stalked off to the end of the yard. "I understand Piccolo's concern, but he could have handled that a bit better."
"Yeah." Chi-Chi nodded. "He didn't even want to hear his side."
"Well, Piccolo has a huge responsibility being that he's the guardian of this planet. If anything does happen because of Vegeta's presence here, it's on his head." Kakarott said. "The Nameks are a peaceful race as it is. Vegeta is one of the universes most dangerous and notorious warriors. He has every right to be concerned. Especially since Lord Frieza will be looking for him eventually."
Bulma and Chi-Chi nodded. "What should we do then? I don't want to put this place in danger, but if Vegeta leaves, I am leaving with him." Bulma said.
Kakarott shrugged. "I think Vegeta and I should really buckle down and start some serious training. Then we can leave here before anything does happen."
Bulma nodded, though didn't like the idea of either one of them leaving to fight Lord Frieza.
"Well it's getting late and I am tired." Chi-Chi said, getting up. "I'm going to clean up and go to bed early. You three can stay up and do whatever you like."
"I'll help." Bulma said and began helping her friend clear off the table. "You going to go talk to him?"
"No." Kakarott said, shaking his head. "I'm going to just leave him be. I'll see how he is tomorrow when we train. He'll be fine, Bulma. He just needs his space."
Bulma nodded in agreement and helped her friend start the dishes.
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Bulma headed outside after helping Chi-Chi clean up in the kitchen. It was almost dark out and she could see Vegeta standing at the end of the yard, leaning against the fence looking up in the sky. Aro was sitting next to him, scanning the road for any potential threats. In case there happened to be any.
"Hey." She greeted, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his back. "You alright?"
"Hmmn."
"You want to go for a walk?" she asked. "It's a beautiful night."
"Not particularly." He replied, glancing at her over his shoulder. In truth, a small part of him just wanted to be left alone, but admittedly found her presence comforting. "I can do better than that, Woman. Come with me. I wish to show you something." He said turning around, scooping her up in his arms and taking off into the warm night sky.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and glanced down at the retreating ground below them. He was moving so fast! Her mind told her she should be scared out of her wits but she wasn't. She knew he would never let her fall. Bulma rest her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of flying with him.
Vegeta wasn't sure where he was going. He had spotted a clearing earlier today when he had been looking for Kakarott. He was sure it was around here somewhere. After a few minutes of flying around aimlessly, he decided on a high plateau, overlooking everything. He landed gracefully and set her down carefully.
"That was fun." Bulma said, looking around, admiring the scenery that lay before them. "Wow." She murmured. It was almost completely dark now and it was silent below them. Most people were most likely asleep. There were a few lamps shining, but they were few and far between. She looked up in the sky and marvelled at all the stars. They were endless. She hadn't really taken the time to look at them all these months she'd been here. She had been in such a deep depression; she was usually in bed not long after dinner. The view of the stars reminded her of her last night on Vegeta-sei she and Vegeta had spent together.
She took his hand and walked to the edge of the plateau and sat down, allowing her legs to dangle off the edge delicately. Vegeta sat down next to her silently, still holding her hand. The two of them sat silently for some time, enjoying the calm silence, darkness and each other's company.
Bulma looked over at him and noticed he was looking up in the sky intensely again as though he were looking for something. "Can you see Vegeta-sei?" she asked.
"Hmmn." He nodded. "It's right there, in that cluster of stars," he said, pointing to a large cluster of stars all placed closely together. She wondered how he could possibly know for sure which one was his. "The third star up from the center. If you look, not only is it one of the largest but if you look closely, it has a slight red tinge to it." He explained.
"I see it." Bulma nodded. "And all the planets surrounding it?"
"All a part of the Saiyan empire." He replied.
"That's a pretty big empire to manage from the look of it." Bulma said, trying to count them.
He smirked. "It is."
"Are there Saiyans all over those planets as well?"
"Yes." He replied. "My father has military bases strategically placed throughout. Some planets have nothing but infantry. There is another one; you have heard about that we have hidden weapons and explosives."
"And Frieza doesn't know?"
Vegeta shook his head. "Not about the weapons. He knows about the military stations. Each one is strategically placed to protect the minor planets around them should any of them ever be attacked for any reason. They are also conveniently placed so that travel time from them back to Vegeta-sei is no more than a day's travel at maximum should we ever have the need for additional military troops for any reason."
"That's smart." Bulma nodded, impressed at the foresight.
"There is a reason we are among the strongest empires in the galaxy." He said proudly. "Once the Ice-jin are defeated there will be no one else. We will stand alone."
"And then what?" Bulma asked.
"I do not know." He shrugged. "It has been something I have wanted my whole life and now that it is close, I haven't decided what we will do with our few found freedom. We are not the only ones held into slavery by them. The Ice-jin control most of the galaxy."
"It sounds like many planets will be grateful then." She said.
He nodded. He didn't have much desire to rule the entire galaxy with an iron fist the way Frieza did. The thought of ruling the galaxy did appeal to him. He would do it his way. He would see to it that he was the best emperor the galaxy had ever seen. Not only the strongest, but the smartest as well. He would be respected. Not feared.
I'm sure you will be. Bulma said to him, looking proudly at him. And if you aren't, you'll be getting an earful from me!
Hmmn. With a queen like you by my side, how could I possibly fail?
That's right. I'll keep you in line. She teased. What if I'm not accepted though, Vegeta? You said so yourself that there will be those who would think nothing of assassinating any heir we may produce. What if they feel the same way about me? You've mentioned the elder's council. Asia's own father sits on that council. What if-
What if nothing, Woman. He interrupted her. I will see to it that you are kept safe at all times when I am unable to be with you. Never mind the elders. I will deal with them. I will happily remove those that dispute my choice in queen.
Won't that make it worse? Like what if they arrange a coup?
Vegeta chuckled darkly. Who will stand up to me, Woman? No one. I will be untouchable. So long as no one disputes my choices where you are concerned, everything will be fine.
Bulma smiled at his sureness. She still didn't believe it would be that simple, but decided to let it go. Worry about it when it became that time and enjoy this rare moment with him. He seemed to be in a better mood; less guarded at the moment. He hadn't been this open and relaxed with her since even before they had been separated. He had been so stressed out with Frieza's visit before everything came crashing down around them that she had almost forgotten how easy it was being with him and she was grateful for it. She had feared that after everything he would never allow himself to fully relax around her again, for fear of the weakness he despised taking a stronger hold on him. He got up, still holding her hand and bringing her with him to the middle of the plateau top.
"I brought you up here to show you." He said quietly.
"Oh, you had something else you wanted to show me?" she asked, confused and at the same time giddy with excitement. She had thought he had brought her up here to show her the planets. That had been fascinating. He had never shared anything like that with her before or even explained much about how the empire was run. She had assumed it simply consisted of his planet alone.
"Hmmn." He nodded, letting her hand go and taking a few steps back from her. He took off his pink shirt and handed it to her. "Brace yourself." He warned and before she had a chance to ask what for, he changed right in front of her. Not only a moment ago, were they surrounded completely by darkness. Now a bright golden aura enveloped his entire being, lighting up the plateau almost as if it were daylight.
Bulma shielded her eyes and gasped in awe at the sight of him. He looked completely different, yet it was unmistakably him. He almost looked like a god. She bit her lower lip as she took in his full detail once her eyes had adjusted to the sudden brightness. "Can I?" she asked, taking a cautious step towards him.
He nodded and reached for her, pulling her close. The heat emanating off of him was incredible, but not uncomfortably so. She shyly reached up and touched his now golden hair. It looked different, yet still maintained its gravity-defying style and surprisingly soft texture. Her hands travelled down and caressed the sides of his face and she looked into those piercing teal eyes of his. She had thought his dark onyx eyes were a mystery, now looking in the depths of endless teal, almost piercing her soul she knew she would never truly figure him out.
She continued to run her hands down the soft skin of his neck, shoulders and let them rest on his chest. His neck was thicker, his shoulders and chest broader; His arms more defined and muscular. She wondered how that was even possible. Everything about his transformation screamed power, strength and control as he simply stood there before her.
"You're beautiful." She murmured. "You're more than that. Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe. You're.."
He silenced her, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her carefully, aware that he had to be even more careful with her while in this state. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back and swore she felt the golden aura surrounding him envelop her whole being when she made full contact with him. It was a warm feeling with a slight electrical current vibrating through her. She wondered how he could stand it, what it must have taken to sustain it the way he was. It made her feel safe and unbreakable. She wondered if that was how he felt.
Something like that. He replied.
She broke the kiss and looked at him again in wonder; she was so proud of him. He really had ascended. This was what she had seen that night, though it had only lasted a few seconds. She swallowed the lump forming in the back of her throat. Here he was. Her man. He had brought her up here to show her he had accomplished his goal. She had never had any doubt that he would attain it. Even that first night they had met. She had barely known him for more than a few hours, but the passionate and determined way he spoke about meeting this goal and what it meant to him told her that he would do it. She felt almost unworthy to be standing up here with him. Here he was ascended and had acquired power and strength beyond her caliper of understanding and he wanted her. It didn't make sense to her. She was weak and frail by comparison; especially now. And he still wanted her. It didn't make sense to her.
"That is why I was upset with you earlier." He said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Why?" she asked, frowning slightly.
"You seem to doubt my affections." He said.
Bulma looked down, embarrassed he had caught her train of thought just now and obviously earlier. "I don't doubt your affections, no. I just. I don't understand why you would want me after all the trouble you've endured because of me. Your life would be so much easier without me. Not only that, but you could find someone more equal to you in strength who would be able to give you an heir that everyone would accept. Vegeta, it doesn't make sense-"
He caught her chin with his hand and brought it up, forcing her to look at him. "There is no one else that I see as my equal, but you."
"But I am frail and weak, Vegeta." She objected. "I know you have to be careful in my presence, that you could hurt me without a second thought."
"Have I ever hurt you?" he asked.
"No. Never."
"Then let me worry about that." He said, annoyance flashing through the depths of his teal eyes. "I have told you time and again that I will have no one else but you. It disturbs me that you allow yourself to entertain thoughts that I may not have come back here for you or would have simply taken someone else whom you and everyone else would deem an "appropriate" choice for me. Believe me; I am very well aware of my choices. I have made them without reservation or doubt."
"I know that, but you throw so much away. I feel selfish having you here with me. Selfish for being overjoyed that you would choose me over everything else. I can't tell you how many times when we were on Vegeta-sei how many nights you came back and I expected you to tell me you had come to your senses where being with me was concerned. I would have been hurt, but I would have understood it and not held it against you."
"You did not think I had meant everything I had said to you then?"
"No. I knew you meant it. But that didn't mean that it would be practical or even good for you to go through with it. Every night you came back and I half expected you to tell me it wouldn't work out because of your duty to your father and your planet. And every night I felt relieved and overjoyed that you never did do that, even though I knew it was selfish on my part to still want you or even expect you to hold up your promise."
"Do not feel selfish for my decisions." He said. "They are mine. Do not second guess me and my decisions."
"Alright." She nodded, feeling bad. She knew he was right. It was his choice just as much as it had been her choice, though how could she have walked away from him? She had known the first night she had met him that he had been the one for her. She had all but given up hope in ever finding any sort of happiness after her planet had been destroyed and that had been turned upside down after their first meeting.
"You think I turned your life upside down?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I had no interest or intention of ever taking a mate. Ever. Even with my father pushing Asia at me. I do not know how, but you got under my skin that night and I had to return for you. Even if it weren't for your knowledge of how to make capsules or for your brilliant mind; I would have found a reason to return to that planet and take you with me."
She smiled at him. "Never mind all the other complications on top of that."
"Hmmn." He replied.
Bulma leaned in and kissed him again, letting go of her insecurities and doubts where his decision regarding her were concerned. She knew that he always did what he wanted, damn everyone else and their opinion.
"Exactly." He mumbled against her mouth, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her tightly against him. "My father and everyone else will accept and yield or die."
"I don't want it to come to that though." She said. "I don't want you killing for me simply because they don't agree with you. It's not right."
"Then what is right?" he asked looking intensely at her. "If I am to be king, they need to trust my instincts and choices. If they cannot then what is the point in having the around?"
"I agree, but why not dismiss them of their duties and appoint new ones?"
"Dismiss them so that they may spread rumors and turn the people against you and myself? I assure you, that is what will happen." He said.
"Well, at least give them a chance. Don't just off everyone who has an opinion against yours. That would make you a tyrant."
He shook his head. He knew she was right, but he knew his way was most practical. It was the way it had always been done. However this only confirmed to him even further why he needed her. She gave him another perspective to look at and consider. He had decided long ago that when he was King, he would make changes to his empire. It had been run the same way for thousands of years. He never understood why no one ever had wanted to change things. When it was his turn, he would. He wanted the Saiyan race and empire to thrive, be the strongest; however he wanted them to be respected rather than feared. He did not want the rest of the universe cowering at his feet the way they did for the Ice-jin. In any case, he knew he would have his work cut out for him. As it was they were feared in most of the quadrants of the galaxy. It would not be easy, but he was determined to do it and had the confidence that he not only could and would but that he had chosen right in his choice of mate and future queen.
"We shall worry about it when the time comes." He said pulling her against him and kissing her again with a fiery passion that consumed them both. He wrapped his tail around her waist and continued to kiss her, letting go of his transformation and returning to his normal state.
Bulma opened her eyes, noticing the absence of the light and heat that had been coming off him in his transformed state. It was so dark again she could barely make out his outline. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For bringing me up here. I'm truly honored you showed me your ascended state."
He kissed her again, trying to convey the thoughts he could not put into words. He knew that she was a large part responsible for his ascension, though he could not bring himself to say it to her. She deserved to see it. She had been the first to see it all those months back when he had finally broken the barrier he thought almost impossible. She deserved to be the first to see it now that he had perfected it to a degree. He still had a lot of work. It had been very difficult for him to maintain his transformed state as long has he had just now, without expelling all of the energy he had contained within him. To do so would have quite literally blown her away.
He picked her up again and placed her on the ground, kissing her and ravaging her. He could not sense any doubts lingering in her mind, but he would do everything he could right now to squelch any that she might still have, even if they were small.
They made love on top of the plateau, giving into each other fully and without restraint, further strengthening their bond between one another. He shared with her everything he felt for her. Last night she had strengthened and reassured him and eased his insecurities and erased the shame he felt. Tonight it was his turn to strengthen her and show her the unwavering pride and confidence he had in her. He knew she needed it and showed her how he saw her; all of her strengths positive qualities and all the reasons he had chosen her with complete confidence and without reservation. That she was weak physically was the least of his worries. It was the strength in her character he valued; her brilliant mind and compassionate nature that drew him to her. She was his equal in every way that mattered. He would have her no other way.
He tried to show her the best way he could the reason he saw her as a weakness to him. Not to demean her or to make her feel bad, but so that she would fully understand it from his point of view. He showed her the very real fear he had of losing her again. That he valued her presence in his life, despite never wanting to admit it. I may never admit to this again, and god knows I will deny it until I am blue in the face if asked, but know that it is true. He said to her. He needed her, and had accepted that. He showed her again what her loss had done to him, but this time did not hold back anything from her. She needed to know what she did to him. She needed to understand why she was a weakness, but also that he did not resent her for it, like she seemed to think he did. She was both his greatest strength and biggest weakness at the same time. He would lay to waste any and all who would seek to hurt or destroy her without hesitation even if it meant exposing that weakness to the masses and galaxy. He expressed to her in his own way that his pushing her away was his way of protecting her from those that would harm her just to get to him and that if they ever succeeded in doing so, it would lead to his ultimate demise. Yet he would not change his decision for the wealth of the galaxy. He needed her to understand that so that it would not continue to be a bone of contention between them. That he had just put his pride on the line, trusting her that she would not exploit him and his weakness for her had been a difficult thing for him to do just now, yet he had done it all the same for her.
She clung onto him for dear life, crying out his name in ecstasy as he overwhelmed her entire being with his thoughts and feelings. Never had she thought she could feel so much for one person. She loved him with every fiber of her being and knew he returned the sentiment in his own way. In that moment she was grateful for the bond they shared; words would never be able to express or explain the depth of what they shared together.
He carefully withdrew from her and sat up, pulling her into his lap. She leaned into his strong chest contentedly as he wrapped his tail and strong arms around her. She was still trembling from pleasure and the intensity of emotion still washing within her. He held her tightly as though she would break if he loosened his hold on her. It was then that she began to cry.
"Why are you crying, Woman?" he asked with a frown, though it was dark out and she wasn't facing him so could not see.
"I'm sorry." She said. "I am just overwhelmed."
"You and your silly emotions." He grumbled. "I will never understand."
She laughed between sobs. "I love you so much,"
He nodded. He knew she did. She had told him time and time again. He still did not understand why she was crying.
"I just feel like I am a horrible, horrible person."
"Why?"
"Because." She shrugged. "I have no doubt that you and I were meant for each other. The way I feel, the way you make me feel when we are together like this. It makes me feel like it's the reason my planet was destroyed. An entire civilization and race, completely wiped out simply because we were meant to find one another. I don't regret it. Not one bit." She confessed, going into a convulsion of sobs once again. "What does that say about me? I am so selfish! I would not want any of it back or change any of it if it meant losing you. My parents are gone. My father's company and everything he worked his whole life for. All gone. And I don't regret it. "
He sat there with her in his arms, letting her say what she needed to say. He did not agree, but he understood where she was coming from. "How am I any different?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked, still sniffling.
"I just betrayed and spat on everything I was taught to believe, all because I decided I wanted you. That choice may lead my planet into a civil war for all I know. Yet, I still made my choice and will stand by it."
Bulma nodded. "We are both probably the most selfish people in the galaxy then."
"Well, it is a good thing we found each other. The weakling had it right. We do deserve each other." He said almost teasingly.
She laughed, even though she was still crying. "That's so horrible though!"
Vegeta shrugged. "Then we both may go to hell when we die. As long as there is room enough there for the both of us, it matters little to me. In the meantime, let us be reckless and selfish while we can."
She laughed again at him, resting the back of her head on his shoulder and leaning her cheek on his jaw. They sat there in a blissful silence for a long time.
He could sense her nodding off, succumbing to sleep. He squeezed her gently, waking her up. They needed to get dressed and then he would take her back to the house. He had no way of knowing what time it was or if Kakarott and his mate were still up. Therefore, coming back completely naked did not seem like an appropriate solution at the moment.
The both dressed quietly and quickly. Once she was ready, he pulled her close again and brushed his lips against hers briefly before scooping her up again and taking flight. He tightened his hold on her once he realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. Within a few minutes they were back at the house. It seemed like Kakarott and his mate must have been asleep already. He climbed the stairs, thankful that the dogs didn't bark at him once he made it into Bulma's room. They were both sleeping on her bed, but jumped off when he laid her down carefully. He removed his clothing and climbed into bed, pulling her close to him.
He took in the scent of her hair and listened to her steady breathing as she slept. "I love you too, Woman." He murmured quietly, silently berating himself almost immediately after the words left his mouth. However, she was fast asleep and no one but the dogs were there. They would never tell.
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