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Remembrance	By : LadyLark Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 2347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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 V
~~~~****~~~~
She was one of the few who saw it happen. An arrow, shot over
the high walls of the city, pierced the Trojan prince's chest, felling
him.
At that same instant, a sharp pain stabbed her heart, making it difficult
for her to breathe.
"PARIS!!!" she screamed. "NO! Oh Gods, No!" She tore
her eyes from Paris' crumpled form and ran heedlessly up the stairs, shoving
soldiers out of her way. She reached the top and quickly threaded
her way across the narrow stone walkway to where her husband lay wounded.
She knelt beside him, her hands held uncertainly in the air. She
wanted to gather him in her arms, but feared injuring him even further.
His hand had closed around the arrow and with a sudden motion he ripped
it from his body. Blood spurted from the wound, flowing out from
under his armor to stain the stones beneath him.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she threw herself atop him, clutching
him fiercely. Tears flowed heedlessly down her cheeks as she lifted
her head to look into his eyes. Her heart lurched when she saw the
raw emotions mirrored there. He loved her, she could see that clearly,
but he also feared for her.
Raising himself up one one arm, Paris lifted his hand weakly to her
face. Slowly, tenderly, he brushed the tears away, crooning all the
while under his breath. "Shhhhh . . . my little love . . . shhhh."
She sat up and clutched his hand to her face. She couldn't control
the flow of tears streaming from her eyes, a part of her was dying and
she couldn't stop it. "Why?" she asked with a broken catch in her
voice.
He continued to smooth the tears away. "Hush, my love. Hush."
"You tell me that all the time!" she sniffed indignantly through her
sobs.
"And do you ever listen? No, you do not," he replied with a small
chuckle. He then flinched and grimaced, looking down at his body.
She followed his gaze, noticing the blood pooling under him, before
she turned back her eyes to him, stricken. "Paris . . ." she
started.
"I know," he said leaning back once again on the walkway of the battlements.
Abruptly, he turned his head and coughed into his hand. When he pulled
his arm away, his palm was covered in blood and the thick liquid stained
his lips. She lifted the hem of her chiton and wiped away the blood
from his face, noting absently that much of the fabric was already covered
with the substance.
"But why do you have to leave me?" she asked plaintively.
"I . . . I do not wish to. It . . . is the will of the Gods."
"Damn the Gods!" she cried heedlessly, throwing her body against his
chest. "I need you."
"Hush . . . I will see you again," he soothed her, lifting his arms
to stroke her back.
"When?" she whispered, burrowing further into his embrace.
"I do not know, my little one. But I swear on the Goddess Aphrodite
that my soul will find yours once again. Just . . . just wait for
me."
She lifted her head to appraise him. His obsidian eyes glittered
fiercely with determination. "I believe you, my prince," she said
slowly, digesting his words. "I will have to wait for you. I am incomplete
without you,e sae said simply.
He began coughing heavily as his lungs tried vainly to expel the liquid
filling them, pushing her away from him. She thought she heard him
say something, but she couldn't make out the words. When the fit
subsided, he turned back to face her. His eyes filled with tears
and he tried tispeisper something. But his voice failed him.
For the first time, she hushed him. Slowly she bent over and pressed
her lips to his. When she pulled back to look into his face once
more, he gave her a half smirk and breathed out raggedly. As the
breath left his body, his eyes closed. And he was gone.
His final moment was so peaceful, that it took her a minute before she
realized that her husband was dead. When she did, her body started
to shake uncontrollably. With a trembling hand she traced the sharp
contours of his face, feeling the baby soft skin beneath. Silently,
she leaned forward once more and kissed the still warm yet unresponsive
lips.
She felt strong hands clasp her shoulders and turned to look into the
sad face of the bald captain of the guards. Brusquely brushing his
hands from her, she stood. She looked up at the bright blue sky and
whispered, "I will find you my love, my heart, my soul, again someday."

~~~~****~~~~
The dream tonight completely decided her. She had awakened from
her sleep in tears. Even now, she could feel the incompleteness fueled
by Paris� death.
Slipping from her bed, she made her way over to Vegeta�s room, prepared
mentally as well as physically to end these dreams. She slipped into Vegeta�s
room and shut the door behind her with a soft click. Slowly, she made her
way over to his bed.
He lay sprawled on the bed, his brow drenched in sweat. He tossed
and turned restlessly, occasionally crying out in his sleep. She
paused, regarding him intently. She drew in a deep breath and touched
his face with one trembling hand. Instantly, he quieted at her touch
but did not waken. Slowly she stroked the sharp planes of his face.
He shifted and awakened slowly.
His eyes widened when he saw her and he sat up in bed. �What are
you doing here, woman?� he grumbled.
�I�m here to reclaim my soul,� she said softly.
His eyes widened further at the half-forgotten memory, then narrowed
at her. �What does that have to do with me?�
She paused, debating with herself. How much should she tell him?
She decided to tell him the truth. �Everything. I lost a part
of my soul when you died during the Trojan War. I�m here to get it
back,� she murmured firmly, moving closer to him.
He gasped at her mention of Troy, but he said nothing. He inhaled
her soft scent and looked piercingly at her, raising an eyebrow.
�I love you, Vegeta. I think I always have. That�s why I
invited you to stay here. That�s why I think you�re able to make
me so angry,� she explained half to herself and half to him.
�Woman . . .� he growled at her.
�I need you, Vegeta,� she murmured, moving in to kiss him. Suddenly,
everything was right. Everything felt whole again. He must
have experienced the same feeling of completeness, because he wrapped her
tightly in his arms, pulling her closer.
They pulled away and looked into each other�s eyes, feeling their souls
unite and become one.
Vegeta blinked and she saw tears fill his eyes, �My queen, I have found
you,� he whispered hoarsely.
�And I�ve found you,� she murmured in return. She kissed him once
briefly.
�That was too brief of a kiss, my little love.�
She rejoiced at the endearment and breathed, �What do you plan to do
about that?�
He showed her �what.�

~~~~****~~~~
A smile touched the immortal�s face as she looked down at the two entwined
lovers and she turned to look at her companion.
�Thank you, Lord Enma. I owed those two souls. They should
not suffer for my mistake,� she murmured, brushing a tear away from her
eye.
�You were a good goddess, Aphrodite. It�s too bad that no one
believes in you anymore,� the large demon that judged souls said sadly.
The beautiful Greek goddess smiled enigmatically and replied, �So long
as there are lovers, I have worshipers.�

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Authors Notes and Explanations.
I know I promised this earlier but several things happened including
but not limited to FF.net going down, Sept. 11, and school.
This is it, the final part to my story. I hope you enjoyed it.
The very rough form of this story appeared as a part of Adimra�s Fanfiction
contest. But I didn�t like how incomplete it felt. So I added
a few parts and fleshed out several scenes, mostly in the present day timeline.
I still feel that more could be added, but I like how it flows right now
so I doubt that I will edit this more soon.
I really want to thank Mia Skywalker for Beta�ing this for me.
I know I�ve said it before, but she is an excellent writer and good influence
on me. This is my first attempt at writing a lemon. I will
honestly admit that I learned part of how to write a sex scene from both
reading and beta�ing some of her fics.
Now on to some of the more mundane explanations.
I deliberately did not identify which characters were which in the past-life
regressions. But for those of you still confused here is the list.
Helen of Troy � Bulma

Paris � Vegeta

Meneleaus � Yamcha
I know I left out several key points in the story. One Helen has
a daughter by Meneleaus and the other key issue I left out was Helen is
an immortal. She is the daughter of Zeus and Leda and her twin brothers
are Castor and Pollux. So for those of you who are Greek Mythology afficianados
I apologize.
This idea for the story came to me after reading three completely unrelated
stories on very short succession. The first is Mythic Descent by
Dragoness Eclectic. This story reminded me of the whole idea of reincarnation,
which happens in DBZ when a soul has not led a good enough of a life to
warrant heaven but isn�t bad enough to deserve hell. The second story
is Remembrance by Jude Devereaux. A very sweet story about a romance
writer who is looking for her true love and has to go back in time to right
the wrongs done in one of her past lives (Yes I stole my title from hers,
but could you think of a better one?). The final story is The Golden
Drum by an author whose name I forget (it�s in a book of short stories).
It is also the story of reincarnation and finding your true love after
fate cruelly separates you.
I also decided to try something a little different an Exploration of
non-linear and linear story telling combined. The Modern day timeline
is linear and the Trojan War is non-linear. Since its story is more
well known, I felt that I could break it up like I did and not confuse
my readers too much.
Please let me know what you think of this.
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