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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.
Alright! Here it is! The last and final chapter. Here's where it all comes together. I hope you enjoy it! Once again, THANK YOU Dragonbabezee for beta-ing this chapter for me!
Chapter 46
Bulma awoke with a slight start. Her breathing was labored and she felt wet all over from perspiration. She'd had a horrible dream; she'd dreamt that when she and Yamcha had landed on Frieza's ship, they had taken her and had erased Vegeta from her memory. What they couldn't erase, they'd twisted into horrible facts. She hadn't believed it. She had fought it and knew they were lying to her about her husband; however something had happened during the process and when she'd woken up, she had believed everything they had told her. She had woken up and not long after, Vegeta had shown up to rescue her and she hadn't wanted anything to do to him. She had even helped Frieza lock him down in order to keep him there to do his bidding. She had said the unkindest things to him and had accused him the most terrible things. The memory of it made her eyes water that her mind could dream up her saying such horrible things to him.
Her dream went on and Vegeta had defeated Frieza in an epic battle. He had even tried to keep her safe and out of it despite her acting like a complete bitch to him. She had wanted to leave him and find someplace to live where he could not find her to raise their child all on her own, not wanting his violent influence being passed on. After all that, he had made it onto the same ship she'd been on with her parents and Yamcha. How the hell would Yamcha have made it there? And why would she have even allowed that? God help him if she ever saw him again!
On the ship things had been up and down like a rollercoaster between her and Vegeta the whole way home. She had pushed him so far he had even threatened to leave and then for some reason he had come back to her a few days later and they had left together to fix things between them. And they had.
She shook her head; what a stupid dream! And it had felt so real! Her breath hitched as she thought back on it and how mean she had been to him. What was she going to do? Was Vegeta still on his way to come and get her? She hoped he was ready and that he could defeat Frieza as easily as he had in her dream.
She gasped as she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her center, pulling her towards a very familiar-feeling chest.
"More nightmares?" he murmured into her ear.
She frowned and nodded. How could he be here? She wondered. She turned around in his arms to face him and looked at him, wide-eyed in shock. "How can you be here?" she asked in a cloud of confusion.
Vegeta opened one of his eyes, his face was still neutral from sleep. "How do you mean, Woman? I have not left your side." He said groggily.
"No, you shouldn't be here." She said to him, shaking her head. "It's a trick. It's all a trick they're playing on me," she said quickly, her voice cracking as she began to panic.
"What? What trick? Who is "They" Woman? No one else is here except for you and me." He replied, frowning at her, fearing that she had reverted back to how she had been before when he had found her on Frieza's ship. He could sense her confusion and hoped that he would not have to go through everything with her all over again.
"Then where are we?" she asked after a moment, looking warily at him. "Is this Frieza's ship?"
"No!" he sighed in irritation. "Frieza is dead. By my hand. We have been off Frieza's ship for four weeks now. You and I are on vacation you could say. In due time, I will be taking you someplace to safely birth the child."
Bulma sat up and thought long and hard for a moment. Reality beginning to sink in now that she was feeling fully awake. She looked down at him, her eyes wide. "Vegeta," she whispered hoarsely as she was hit with a sudden realization.
"Hmmn?" he mumbled, beginning to feel annoyed. She was acting like a space cadet.
"Vegeta, I-"
"What?"
"I remember."
"Remember what, Woman?"
"Everything."
He then sat up to meet her at eye level. He couldn't dare hope that her memory had fully returned, could he? "You remember everything that happened?"
"Yes! I remember! I remember you. I remember how we met, how we got together. I remember everything!" she exclaimed, trying to hold back a flood gate of emotions. "I love you!" she cried as she threw her arms around him.
"How?" he asked almost dumbly.
"I don't know, but I remember it all." She answered, kissing him frantically all over; his face, his neck, his jaw. Everywhere.
He responded immediately, returning her kisses just as frantically, not questioning how or why she remembered everything. It didn't matter. He pushed her back down on the bed carefully as he kissed her deeply. Without warning, he entered her, thrusting himself into her heat.
Bulma cried out at the sudden penetration, but welcomed him, needing him as close to her as physically possible. She needed to feel him and his presence through every inch of her. "Make love to me," she moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he moved deeply inside of her.
No other words were spoken or thoughts dwelled upon between them as they both moved against one another almost frantically; striving for completion, giving in and taking everything from each other. Neither one of them holding back, both grateful to have the other and to be fully reunited again.
Vegeta could hardly believe what had happened. He couldn't express how thrilled and relieved he was at this very moment. He had fully accepted that she would never remember everything. That their history together would be forever lost to her. That she had remembered made things even better than he could even imagine. Better than he had even dared hope for. He had been prepared to start completely over. He buried his face in the side of her neck, licking and nipping her, taking in her scent as he fought back the waves of emotions that were surfacing and were beginning to take hold of him as he thrust into her.
I love you, he said to her through the bond. If I never tell you again, remember that I said it here and now. I love you.
I love you too! She thought back, trying to hold back her own emotions. She felt everything from him; the relief, happiness, acceptance, complete adoration; all of it. It was nearly overwhelming and she clung to him as though she were drowning.
Here he had told her he loved her. He had said it to her three times in a 12hour span. She felt spoiled almost. But so happy that he had finally said it to her! She loved him with every fiber of her being and knew he felt the same. She would cherish this moment, knowing that the likelihood of him telling her those words on a regular basis was slim to none, but not caring. That he had said it at all meant the world to her and she knew he meant it.
Vegeta kept his face buried in her neck, trying so hard to hold back the intensity of emotions threatening to take him over at this moment. He clenched his teeth as he tried to concentrate on her scent and the feel of her body moving against his.
Bulma screamed his name as she came; squeezing him with her arms and legs, trying to keep him close to her, shuddering against him in the aftermath of her climax.
"I love you, Vegeta." She sighed, as she felt him come inside her.
"Bulma," he gasped as he filled her completely, thrusting deeply into her one last time before he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, unable to look at her in this moment he was so overcome.
Bulma soothingly ran her fingers through his hair and tightened her other arm around him as she felt his breath hitch against the skin on her neck. She swallowed the huge lump in her throat that was trying desperately to surface as she held him close and felt a wetness on her neck. She didn't say anything to him. She just held him, giving him a moment to purge his emotions; knowing that to say anything or even acknowledg this rare display would shame him.
His emotional outburst was over as quickly as it had hit him and he was able to swallow it and pull himself together within a few short moments. He sighed deeply and kissed the side of her neck gently where he had bitten her again last night before looking down at her intensely.
She smiled up at him and slid her hands down from his hair and placed them on the sides of his face, her thumbs wiping away the slight dampness that remained, erasing any evidence that it had even happened. She said nothing and pulled his face down towards her kissing him chastely.
He finally withdrew from her and pulled her into his arms, bringing her close to him. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso almost as if she feared having him ripped from her.
After a long while of silence between them, she began to cry. "I'm sorry, Vegeta," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I tried to fight it and block them out. Oh, Vegeta I tried. I failed you,"
"You did not fail me," he said gently. "There was nothing you could have done."
She shook her head. "All of the terrible, horrible things I said to you! I can't believe I would think that of you! No matter what I had been told!"
"It is fine. You were not yourself," he said. "Some of the things you did say were true and needed to be said. I never realized how much a lot of my actions hurt you until this."
"I should never have said those things. I almost left! Walked out on you. And after that I pushed you away. I almost lost you."
"There is no need to discuss this, Woman." He sighed. "We've both made mistakes. What has been done cannot be undone and does not matter. What matters is now. Here. Together. And everything we do from this point on wards. Our child. Your safety. That is what matters. You came back to me. That is all I care about."
Bulma nodded, "I told you a long time ago that if worst came to worst, I would."
"You did." He agreed as she rested her cheek on his chest still holding him tight. Her breathing calmed as he brought one arm around her and laced his fingers with the hand that she rested on his waist. She had nearly dozed off when his hand on her other arm holding her close, lazily moved upwards to her back, tracing small circles soothingly on her skin. She smiled lightly against his chest as she relaxed against him, she felt safe once again, marveling at how gentle he always was with her. Those strong hands of his always had a way of calming her and making her feel safe. There wasn't anywhere in this universe she would ever want to be aside from where she was right now, with him.
She had been so sure when she had been confined to Gero's lab that she would never see him again. They had convinced her that he would never be strong enough to be able to defeat Frieza. She had wanted so bad to be able to reach out to him through the bond and warn him against coming after her. That it was not worth him destroying himself just for her, but she had been so drugged and so worn down mentally and emotionally that she hadn't been able to.
"I would not have listened anyway," he said to her, obviously listening in on her thoughts.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I couldn't reach you," she said. "You were strong enough."
"Such little faith" he scoffed.
"It wasn't that I had no faith," she objected. "I just didn't want you walking into something that you couldn't have handled. Then where would we be?"
"I would have bided my time," He answered. "I would not have allowed Frieza to contain me there for long."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For getting me the hell out of there and putting up with my bitchiness," she sighed.
"Well, I was not about to leave you there. I would have still thrown you over my shoulder kicking and screaming if need be if that's what it would have taken."
"Uh huh? But you threatened to leave after."
"I would not have been gone long," he answered stiffly. "And I would have returned in time for you to birth the brat."
"Really?" she asked.
"Hmmn," he grunted.
"Why didn't you just hold me down and bite me?" she asked. "I mean instead of putting yourself through that. I can't believe how horrible I was to you."
"Oh, believe me, Woman, the thought did cross my mind more than a few times," he scoffed.
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because if it had not worked, the state of mind you were in had me worried that you would still reject the bond. It would have made things worse. And then you would have seen me as just as bad as what they had told you I was," he admitted. "In the end, I decided the better option was to wait it out, which wasn't a great idea either, since I ended up hurting you anyway."
"No, I understand," she said. "Thank you for bearing with me."
They were silent for a very long time as they simply held one another. Dozing off and on and indulging every few minutes in kisses and touching each other as though it were still just sinking in now that things were finally coming together. The bond at this point good enough that they did not need to speak or think, they just basked in the other's contentment. Everything was well again, back to the way it should be between them.
Bulma snuggled herself tightly into his hard form again as his tail involuntarily brushed her thigh. She smiled to herself. His tail; she loved his tail. It always gave away his carefully concealed emotions when she couldn't otherwise read him. It would sway lazily back and forth in a graceful "S" motion when he was amused. When he was deep in thought just the tip would twitch back and forth. Or how the hairs fanned out in every which way when he was agitated and it would lash this way and that almost violently.
She reached for it, gently caressing it with the utmost care. Her features clouded over as she remembered the horrible things Frieza had told her. "How could anyone do that?" she said aloud, more to herself than to him. Frieza had gloated to her about breaking the bones in Vegeta's tail. The thought of anyone doing such a thing brought tears to her eyes as she stroked it gently.
His tail retracted from her hand, sliding through her fingers before she let it go and watched him wrap it protectively around his waist again. "Don't," he all but pleaded. "I will not discuss it."
"But Vegeta,"
"No."
"Alright," she sighed. "I don't need you freaking out on me again."
He looked at her long and hard. "Why must you bring this up? Why do you feel the need to discuss this? I don't."
"Because it's a horrible thing that happened to you," she answered, shifting her weight so she could look up at him. "And it's something that at some point you will need to address and properly deal with. You can't keep something like that buried down to yourself. I understand your desire to not want to go into it, but you can talk to me about it. It will never go anywhere, I will never speak of it to anyone if that is what you are so afraid of."
He didn't say anything for a long time, she couldn't even pick up on anything other than feelings of disgust and shame through their bond. "We don't have to discuss it now or today, but at some point, you need to. I'll be here." She said.
"Why would you even want to know?" he asked her.
"It's not that I want to know," she said. "This is something that you can't deal with on your own. Yes, I know you've lived with it a long time, and that it hasn't messed you up and made you into a monster like him speaks volumes about your character.
"On my planet, from what I know, sometimes people who were abused in such a manner were often abused by someone they knew and trusted-"
"I never trusted or looked up to Frieza," he spat.
"Alright, but he was still an authority figure, someone that was in a position of power and respect. Your father entrusted him with your care and he mistreated you and took advantage of you in any way he could." She said.
"My father has no knowledge of anything that went on," he said quietly. "No one does. Just you. And it shall remain that way. Should I decide to speak of it to you, it will be to only you and you will not discuss it with anyone else."
"I would never," she answered, shaking her head, watching him struggle with this. It was heartbreaking to her to see him so disturbed. The Vegeta she knew wasn't bothered or afraid of anything or anyone, but the mere mention of this visibly shattered his sense of self confidence, and she hated that someone would have done something that bad to him to affect him so strongly now, years later. She decided to let the matter drop for now and reached her arm across him and stroked his tail, which was wrapped tightly around his waist again.
Last night she had addressed all of his scars and wounds, one by one; and he had been open with her and had given her an account of them all. This was the only one she hadn't addressed. She wanted him to know that even though she was aware of it, that it did not frighten her away from him. She did not see him as weak or any less of a man because of it.
It does not disgust you?
No, she replied. It sickens me to think that anyone would do such a thing and that had you not come for me or have been able to defeat him that our son may have suffered the same thing being raised by him. That is what disgusts me.
Neither of them said anything for a long time. He let her stroke his tail for a little while before letting it go and bringing it around her waist. She smiled down at it as she caressed it and leaned down and kissed just the tip as she had last night with every other trauma that had been written all over his body.
He could feel himself beginning to grow hard with desire again for her.
She smiled as she saw the evidence of his need. "Sorry, I did not mean to get you hot and bothered."
"I am far from bothered," he said with a mischievous glint.
"Good," she said lightly. "I would never deliberately take advantage of you." She did not want him to feel that she was using what she knew as a way to take advantage of him to get her way, though she knew at this moment he truly didn't mind.
"I know you wouldn't," he said before his face went serious again.
"What's wrong?"
"I should not have just taken you earlier." He said, looking at her with an expression that told her he was worried he had done something he should not have.
She shrugged. "I didn't mind."
"I did not hurt you?"
"No," she said giving him an odd look. "I wanted and needed you just as badly. You didn't do anything wrong."
"All the same, I should have asked instead of just doing."
She snickered at him. Oh, how she loved this man! He could be such an arrogant jerk when he wanted to be but he was also the sweetest most considerate man she had ever met. She sat up and straddled him, his tail still in her hands, running it through her hands ever so carefully. She leaned over him and kissed him chastely. His hands automatically went to her hips, steadying her. "Well, as means of payback, I believe you are just going to have to lay back and deal with the consequences of doing such a thing," she said as she took his hands off her hips and placed them above his head.
"Then do your worst, Woman," he replied with a smirk.
"Stay," she said, pointing at his hands that were now above his head while looking at him seriously. She took his tail again and began to stoke it slowly. She smiled as he growled at her in his need. She then positioned herself above his now very erect member, sliding herself down onto him agonizingly slow. They both moaned at the feeling. She let his tail go as she began to move over him and he wrapped it firmly around her waist.
Within moments, they were both lost in one another once again. It would seem that neither one of them could ever get enough of the other. They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed together; both exhausted and spent, but happier than they could ever remember feeling in a long time. Things were finally perfect in this moment. They both knew that there were other trials and issues to face. The birth of their son, their reception once they returned to Vegeta-sei. They both still had to face his father and though it was something they were both dreading for different reasons, they decided to just take these next few weeks for themselves and worry about these things as they happened.
For the first time in their union, they were completely alone; could give into one another freely, without restraint or worry about anyone else or anything going wrong. They had experienced enough hardship and heartbreak to last a life time and these next few months before they were to become parents they would make it up to each other. Who knew how long this period of bliss would really last?
Hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly. Hopelessly, I'll give you everything, but I won't give you up. I won't let you down. And I won't, leave you falling. But the moment never comes…
-Endlessly, MUSE
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