Hey guys!
This is my first FF in a long time, I haven't written since I was 14, i.e. 3 years ago! At that time I was registered here under the name Bulma013, but my FFs were more than embarrassing;) I am very happy about comments, so go ahead. Have fun with it, this is the first and only chapter of this FF.
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It was just sunrise in the Western Capital. The wind blew into the room of the young woman who was dozing on her bed, visibly tired. The gentle breezes let her turquoise, soft hair blow over her cheeks and conjured a warm smile on her curved lips. She was shaking a little because she was barely dressed. From a safe distance, leaning against the doorframe, someone had been watching her since the change between night and day began.
He had his hands crossed over his chest and was staring at the woman. As the first rays of sun kissed her cheeks, a satisfied smile crossed his face.He himself knew that this didn't happen too often and that such facial features were rather a rarity.
There she lay, the woman he always longed for. Where he could be himself, where he could forget his pride and ego. His companion, his lover.
With gentle and quiet steps he came up to her, covered her protectively with the blanket to put an end to the trembling. He was smiling again now. How much he loved her. And by God, he also knew that this was mutual. It had alleviated the suffering of his loneliness, helped him put aside his hatred and lust for the ruin of others. He couldn't explain how it came about. He could never explain why he moved in with her after his home planet was destroyed. Perhaps it was her irrepressible courage, her foolish way of asking him, the Saiyajin prince, personally, if he wanted to live with her, an Earthling. What was she thinking?He could have erased her then without hesitation, just like that. But he didn't. Again and again she had dared to oppose him. What had happened? How did she do it?
He could still remember exactly how he had just run away with the spaceship she built for him. Without saying a word. He didn't even know what his goal was on this journey, but whatever he could have found, it would not have been what he was looking for.
It wouldn't have been what he longed so much for. It wouldn't have been her. Something in him was changing. He just couldn't handle it. It was her fault that he felt this way and he hated her for it.
Again and again, when their paths crossed, he had a 'bad feeling' in his stomach, a feeling that he was unable to interpret. At first he thought it was weakness, thought it would ruin him. But after a long time he had finally realized that it wasn't weakening him, no.It gave him incredible powers that he would never have believed he had. He became more and more interested in her. It became more and more difficult for him to keep his desires and longings hidden. And if the two were alone, this wasn't even necessary.
His gaze wandered down her face to her chest where he paused and watched her silent breathing. He gently brushed a strand of hair back from her face.
"Remember enough ..." he whispered. Two years had passed since they defeated the demon Boo and peace had returned. Despite all of this, of course, he continued to train as hard as he had always done. She had already got used to it, resigned to it. He wasn't made to play the happy partner. He was a fighter, a Saiyan. He showed her his love in his own way, not too seldom. After all, his feelings were only for her, he was the only one who had opened up to her, no one else was interested, he thought.No, only she deserved this love. Only she was worthy of this love.
Didn't she know what she was getting into? He would never leave her side again, leave her alone. He walked calmly back to the door, pausing in the same position as he had moments before.
"I love you, Bulma." he whispered softly.
She was about to wake up, her eyes opened.
Slowly she felt next to her, on the still warm side of the bed that was already empty. She looked sleepily at the door. "Vegeta?" she asked softly, but there was no one to be seen and the door just fell on its hinges.
She smiled gently. "I love you too, Vegeta."

Bulma staggered into the kitchen, drunk with sleep. Of course he wasn't to be found there, he probably holed up in the gravitational space again. She couldn't blame him either, it was his destiny.
Trunks, their son, was probably with him too.
Sighing, she let herself fall on the chair and blew a strand off her face."Alone again…"
He had changed since then. He had become different. He didn't need to change for her, she loved him for who he was. Stormy, self-centered, barbaric and arrogant - were those the qualities about him that she loved so much? Not that she didn't like it when he was tender.
She could only do more with his rough manner, she thought.
It had been a long time since he moved in with her. She remembered all too well how much he messed up her life.
She was uncomfortable with him and to be honest, she was quite afraid of him at first. After all, he could have just wiped her out whenever he wanted. It would have been that easy, she would have been spared the years of pain. The bad times have trumped the good in recent years.
Bulma had endured a lot of suffering. He selfishly joined evil only to be able to outdo his 'archenemy'. He had betrayed her, clearly turned away from her.After all, he had saved the world from doom. Sacrificed - for his family.
"What's the matter with me ..." she thought. Something confused her, she could clearly feel the unrest. With a blank expression on her face, she got up and went back into the shared bedroom. Immediately afterwards she fell asleep and began to dream.

Vegeta had meanwhile finished exercising. Trunks had made good progress, at the age of 8 the boy was able to turn into a SuperSaiyajin, which Vegeta still couldn't understand. It had taken him forever to take this important step. He was proud of his son. Although he hardly resembled him outwardly, he had clearly inherited his ambition from him. "Don't overtax yourself ..." Vegeta had advised his son, but now he was lying exhausted on the smooth floor of the gravity room. His heavy breath made his chest sink quickly up and down. The little boy gave a short groan as he tried to sit up, the training had probably been too hard for him.Vegeta picked up his son and carried him to his bed. For a few more minutes he watched him fall asleep.
He'd never picked him up when Trunks was a baby. He had never shown him affection, let alone recognized him as his son. But times changed. Vegeta lowered his gaze and left the room in the direction of the bedroom. He immediately disappeared into the bathroom and rewarded his sweaty body with a cold shower that relaxed his muscles. He closed his eyes, propped himself up against the tiled wall with both palms, and sighed. He could feel a faint aura behind him as the shower process gently ripped open and Bulma emerged. She slowly stepped into the shower with him and put her hands around his waist in an embrace. He was still in the same position as before, as if he hardly noticed her.
"I missed you, Vegeta ..." she said hastily. He winced, clenched his fists, and turned around.Again his pride and his sense of honor tried to suppress the love he harbored for her. The damp water searched its way over the two bodies and had a refreshing and beneficial effect. Bulma closed her eyes and gently rested her head on his chest.
A short "Me too ..." he forced out of his lips. Bulma could hardly hear it so softly he spoke, but that didn't matter. The only thing that counted was that it bordered on a miracle that he had even managed to suppress his pride. They lingered like that for a few more minutes, until they got out of the shower, dried off, and went to bed together.
He was on his back, hands clasped behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Something was wrong, something worried her. His gaze was empty and lonely, she hadn't seen him like this for a long time.
Without a word she laid her head on his shoulder, kissed his neck tenderly. Their eyes brushed each other and for a short time she could hear a twinkle in his eyes.She put her hands gently around his head, pulled him close and kissed him demanding. How greedy she was for his kisses since she was allowed to taste the sweet taste for the first time. How much she loved his soft lips, which so gently melted into hers. Her stomach tingled as if they were freshly in love, but they had been together for so long and yet separated so often.
Could what was between them be called love, or was it allowed to?
Was it really love Yes, from the bottom of my heart, that was it. Honest and not falsified.
Their relationship had rough edges, but that was the good thing about it. Their sometimes heated arguments and the subsequent reconciliations kept their love fresh and alive.
They had consumed one another, like the first night they had spent together. Back then it was just a 'moment of weakness' as Vegeta always thought. But from that moment her son had emerged. Not necessarily the product of love, but maybe he was the reason their relationship began."I love it when you kiss me." she said softly as they parted. He slowly pulled her to him, put his hands protectively around her hips, until he fell asleep shortly afterwards. She was still awake and thinking. How much suffering he had to endure when his home planet was under the tyrannical rule of Freezer. Her eyes roamed his upper body. How she hated those scars. She couldn't imagine how much pain he had to endure. Lonely with no support, no wonder his soul was so battered, thirsting for love and affection. She had conspired to him and was ready to slowly but surely cure his traumatic memories and to make his soul healthy again. "I'll always be there for you, Vegeta." she whispered softly.
As if he could hear her, he smiled briefly