And here again a new short from me. I hope you like it and that you leave me a few komis! That would be really nice. of course I also accept criticism. I dedicate this FF to my dear Zunamie Vegeta. I hope that this will build you up a bit again, sweet * kiss *
Have fun:

The wound of our love

Now I'm lying here in your arms. Feel your warmth. You closed your eyes. Your breath is calm and even. I snuggle up to you. You put an arm around me and hug me closer to you. I sigh benevolently. I feel good with you. You give me warmth and security. When I think back for a while, this seems like a dream to me.
Back when I first saw you I was terrified of you. After all, you're a mass murderer. But later when I invited you to my place. I don't even know why I did this. Something told me it was right. There was something about you that fascinated me. You always gave me the cold shoulder.You always treat me only as your servant. I was always upset about it. But over time I learned to understand you, slowly. I learned this very slowly. Your outside cold wall began to break. You weren't so dismissive to me anymore. Sometimes you even let me help you. They were just small gestures on your part. And I also believe that you did it unnoticed. But I stood by you. I've always been drawn to you. Every time you were near me, I felt a warmth that closed around my heart. That feeling was indescribable. It was incredibly good. Even when you were critically injured while training in the GR. I was so worried. You were in a coma. For a whole two weeks. Nobody had any hope that you would make it. But I ... I sat by your bed the whole time. I couldn't sleep all the time. i was so afraid for you And it was there that I became aware of my feelings for the first time.I realized that I love you. It stung my heart to see you like that. So helpless and weak. The doctors couldn't do anything for you either. My friends and parents tried to comfort me. But it didn't help. The void didn't want to go away. You had nightmares and were shaking and sweating. But when I carefully lay down next to you, you stopped shaking. The proximity was good for you. Because you had never experienced this closeness.
Later, when you got through it all, everything went better. The time after that you still had to recover from the coma, but I felt that something had changed. That YOU had changed. You paid me attention. You are nice to me. Well at least by your standards.
My feelings for you lingered. But I didn't dare to confess it to you. I was afraid that you would turn me away. But I didn't know what it looked like in you back then. I didn't know what you were thinking What you feltUntil that night. That night was our luck. At that time my parents were away for a few weeks. I was already in bed and looking out into the night. Suddenly I heard noises from the next room. From YOUR room. I stopped in front of your door. I listened. I open my eyes in amazement. What was that? These noises. That just could not be the case. I opened the door quietly and entered. It was dark in the room. Only from outside did the sparse light of the full moon shimmer in. You crouched on the floor. With your back to me. Apparently you hadn't noticed me yet. As I approached you slowly, I paused. Your whole body shook. I knelt down to you and touched your shoulder. You turned around with a jerk, so that I fell over in shock. I looked at you in amazement. Your face. Oh Dende. Your face. I will never forget that. You could tell by your eyes that you haven't slept in days. Your cheeks were wet. Tears kept streaming down them.You cried I had never seen you cry before. But what I then saw made me suddenly forget everything else. Your hands. You had her on your lap. Your hands, your pants and part of the carpet were soaked in blood. Everything was covered in blood. I put my hands over my mouth.
"What did you do?" I whispered. You crouched on the floor like a pile of misery. You looked at me totally disturbed. Somehow you were totally absent-minded.
I called your name but you didn't respond. I looked at your trembling hands again.
Oh no ... was that about? NO! That could not be true. You ... you had a knife in your hand. There was also blood on the edge. When I took a step towards you, you slipped back in panic. You bumped against the edge of the bed. You are so upset and really panicked. I just didn't know what to do. I looked at you desperately. I tried to read your eyes But there was nothing.Absolutely nothing.
"V ... Vegeta.B ... Please g ... give me the M ... knife. Please!" I had only whispered these words, but based on your reaction I knew that you had understood. Because slowly you fix your gaze on the knife. It seemed like you were just beginning to realize that you were holding the knife in your hands. You looked at me desperately.
"I ... I ... I can't get Bulma anymore." This was the first time you called me Bulma.
Your hands tightened on the knife. You started with the last cut.
"NO! Don't do it!" I ran to you and slipped the knife out of your hand. You fell backwards. Tears formed in my eyes. I put your head on my knees.
You slowly opened your eyes.
"B ... Bulma ... I can't anymore. It ... it hurts ... this feeling. I ... I don't know it. I ... Bulma, I'm scared."
"What? What are you afraid of? How do you feel?"
You clasped my hand in yours. Slowly you put it on your trembling chest.Right above your heart I understood now. Your fear. Your fear of a new feeling. A feeling you didn't know Which you never got to know. Love.
Suddenly your body winced and lost consciousness.

I was torn from my thoughts when you turned next to me.
I had to smile. How good that there were the magic beans. And lucky that Son-Goku was able to come to me so quickly back then. Because otherwise you would no longer be alive. I looked down at your wrist. The wound remained. Later, when you finally confessed your love to me, we called it: The wound of our love.
I gave you one last kiss before I followed you into the realm of dreams.

END