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Remembrance	By : LadyLark Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the DBZ characters
contained within. The Greek Myth of Helen of Troy is public domain,
so yay. I have made no money in the making of this story, well actually
that�s not true. I was at work when I wrote part of it but I made
no money off of this story, it just kept me occupied for long hours.
This story also contains scenes of sex and death. Please be mature
in reading this.
A Big thank you goes out to Mia Skywalker for beta'ing this.
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::Text here.:: = Character's direct thoughts

*Text here.* = thoughts that are not coming directly from the
character themselves.

Remembrance
Part IV
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It was over.
Through deception and deceit the Greeks had won.
Hidden in the bowels of the large wooden horse given to the Trojans
as a gift lay several Greek soldiers. When night fell, they crept
from their hiding place, ambushed the gate guards, and let the waiting
Greek army into the sleeping city. The surprise was total.
The Trojans, suspecting nothing, put up little defense. And the Greeks,
still enraged by the recent death of Achilles, showed no mercy. Women,
children, young and old alike were slaughtered heartlessly.
She had awakened from her fitful slumber when the door to her bedchamber
burst open. Framed in the doorway stood Meneleaus, her first husband.
The short sword clenched in his hand dripped with blood. Stepping
over the bloodied body of her serving woman, the Spartan King strode purposefully
across the room to her.
�You are finally mine once again!� he growled as he grabbed her chin
and roughly kissed her.
She recoiled from the kiss. Placing her hands on his chest, she
pushed away from him while turning her head to one side.
A confused expression crossed his face as he pulled back from her.
Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted it up so he
could look at her better.
She glared at him icily. Slowly, he traced the dried tracks of
tears down her pale cheeks. Tilting her head to the left, he traced
the hollows in her throat. Carefully he turned her head back to face
him.
�What has happened here? Has that disgusting Trojan harmed you?�
he asked harshly.
She reached up and removed her chin from his grasp. Her expression
remained unchanged, her unusual blue eyes snapping in anger.
�What has happened here?� she echoed softly looking down at her hands.
She sighed once sadly, then met Meneleaus� dark gaze. �You happened
here. You were so full of pride that you couldn�t let me go, could
you? You couldn�t accept that I didn�t want you anymore. No!
You had to go and embroil two nations in war for over ten years.
And what have you accomplished? Nothing.� She drew a breath
and continued in a hard voice, ignoring the hurt expression on his face.
�No, �that disgusting Trojan� did not harm me! He cared for me.
He respected me, not just my beauty. He loved me. And I loved
him.� She paused looking down at her hands once again. She
studied her fingers and palms balling them into little fists. �Now
. . . Now, he is dead. As is my heart,� she said with a catch in
her voice.
�You loved him?� he asked bewildered at her outburst.
She nodded, unwilling to trust her voice.
�But why? You were my wife and I cherished you. I gave you
everything you ever asked for,� he said softly looking to her for an answer.
But she remained mute, staring down at her tightly clenched fists.
He grabbed her chin once more and forced her to look at him. �You
are still my wife,� he hissed, �and I mean to have you, all of you!�
She smiled sardonically. �You can�t have what isn�t there,� she
pointed out coldly. �You�re welcome to what is left though.
I don�t care anymore.�
He stared down at her, trying to figure out her words. He shook
his head and lifted her out of the bed. He set her on her feet.
When she made no move to clothe herself, the Spartan king picked up a discarded
white chiton and carefully pinned it on her shoulders. He then wrapped
a thin gold belt about her waist.    He stepped back; she
hardly looked like a queen. She resembled a lost waif more with her
midnight blue hair falling disheveled about her shoulders.
�Come, wife, we have a long journey home,� he stated softly.
She turned her eyes to regard him sadly. She knew he still loved
her in his fashion. But she no longer had any feeling for him.
She had been angry with him at first; now she realized her anger would
do no good. It wouldn�t bring Paris back, and that was all she desired
now. Meneleaus still thought of her as the young girl that she had
been all those years ago. The young girl who had laughed gaily and
longed for nothing more than a new bauble or trinket. But that girl
had been gone long before Helen had fled with Paris. She had grown
up. She had grown up into a woman who had been forced to learn to govern
a nation while her husband was away. She had grown up into a woman
who discovered that she had intelligence as well as beauty. She had
grown up into a woman who realized that the palace she lived in was little
more than a cleverly glided cage. She had grown up into a woman who
longed for freedom.
�Yes, yes it is a long journey home,� she replied in a contemplative
voice, but her mind was not on Sparta.
Meneleaus offered her his arm, and she took it gently, letting him lead
her out into the conquered city. She saw the dead staring at her
with sightless accusatory eyes. She heard the screams of women as
they were brutally violated by the victorious Greeks. She smelled
the stench of burning wood mixed with that of charred flesh. The
city that Paris had loved so much was destroyed; his people murdered or
enslaved. She felt tears prick her eyes, but she ruthlessly suppressed
them. She had spent all of her tears when Paris died.
Now, now she would simply wait until death claimed her body so that
she could rejoin her soul.

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It happened again. Three times in less than 24 hours she had drifted
off into that dream world of Greeks and Trojans.   She put her
fists to her head, fighting the urge to scream. It was so frustrating.
The dreams were so vivid, so disturbing that she was beginning worry that
she might be unbalanced.
Kami, what should she do. Then, unbidden, a voice drifted through
her head.
*Find him.*
She straightened up abruptly, looking around her. There was no
one in her lab with her and the air was filled with the hum of machinery.
Find him, the voice said. Find who, she wondered.
*Find your soul.*
The voice once again intruded her thought. She pushed herself
backwards and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. �Oh that�s
great advice! Find my soul! Who in the hell is . . .� her voice
trailed off. She knew. She knew whose soul completed hers.
�Oh Kami, it�s him,� she whispered. No one else fit the profile,
no one else made her feel so alive. The fight this morning proved
that. One half of her wanted to kill him; the other half wanted to
pounce on him and start licking the coffee from his skin.   He
stirred desires in her that she had never experienced with Yamcha or any
of the other men she dated.
�Ok, I�ve found him. Now what?� she mused.
*Love him.*
Great, now she was getting romantic advice from the voices in her head.
Love him. What kind of advice is that?
*Do you need me to draw you pictures?*
The voice in her mind sounded amused as little flashes of lovers entwined
invaded her thoughts.
�Stop that!� she snapped, stomping her foot on the ground. She
felt rather than heard the voice trill a little laugh.
She sat back down in her lab chair, leaning back in it heavily.
If she were being honest with herself, she admitted ruefully, the thought
of making love to Vegeta didn�t bother her; it excited her.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would end these dreams.
*Why wait?*
�Because I need to build up my courage. In case you haven�t noticed,
he�s not the most approachable of men,� she shouted at the mysterious voice
in her head.
The voice laughed again.
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