Beautiful Dreamer by MistyB 
hey, a little interludish thing here. Just a POV story, from someone that requested I experiment with them. Hope I don't disappoint U!!

Beautiful Dreamer
by MistyB

It is so rare that I catch him in this state of undisturbed peace. It must be around 5 AM. But it is spring, so the sun has not fully awakened. I gaze into an endless sea of velvet darkness, melting into oranges and purples where the earth and horizon meet. This is the clearest night I have seen in quite a while.....a softly glowing blanket of stars illuminating the atmosphere.

I left the balcony doors open to allow freshly florally scented air to grace our bodies. The wind ruffles the tafetta curtain softly. I fall back against the silk pillows, careful not to wake him up.

He has trained long and hard for Buu. I know him. Hours on end in the gravity chamber. Also hours in the regen tank, I laugh. Yes, he knows what he wants. He lays, softly tangled amidst the sheets, on his side, facing me, his hand resting on my waist, as if to protect me. Would he protect me, if danger came to our lives? Sometimes I wonder if he means the gentle words of sweetness, every blue moon, every smirk for me - and, I flush, the nights of relentless passion. That may be part of the reason he is so exhausted.

I grin with a silly look on my face. I remember every detail. The sleek softness of such power in such a body. The way he seduces me every time with a look of...dare I say love?

I reach out to touch him. My nails run across strong powerful arms. I remember as I held on tight to them as he came with me. His body is that of a God worthy of the great Aphrodite.... but yet, he chose me. What does he see in me that he sees in no other?

He looks so beautiful in this state, so peaceful....his eyes in that perpetual scowl, but at least not accompanied by that scowl. I look at him once again. My hands wander down to tight muscles on his stomach. I can feel in every crevice, combustible power. Used for the good of the planet, defense, and on me.

I smile, as he shifts a bit towards me as my hands go a bit lower to his belly button. I sometimes want to look into his soul, but he refuses to let anyone see his secrets, his pain maybe? All of those years, he had no family. No one to teach him anything but hate. Everywhere he looked was death, and anger. He learned it quickly. To think that he came to this planet to get rid of us all. I am very proud of Son for seeing the good in him. After all the insults, everything, he understood. Goku may be dense, but he is so strong. Not saying Vegeta isn't, no way! He is one of the strongest ones I know. Stronger, emotionally and physically than I could ever hope to be. But he has his flaws, this mighty prince......

I remember a few nights ago, when I was standing on the balcony looking into the stars....the future? he walked in with a towel on his shoulders. He smelled so nice and clean, his hair still daringly tossed up into a fiery style, his white drawstrings creeping a little lower down onto his slender hips. He was teasing me, allowing me to start wanting him right now, and not later..... But he walked up behind me, and flung the towel over the rail. He brought my hands up behind me to rest on his chest, where I could feel such power. He then clasped his around my waist, and leaning over to whisper to me.

"Bulma-san........" .extremely tantalizing voice.....

"Hai......Vegeta-chan," I replied gently, becoming engrossed in the steady beat of his heart. He is so beautiful.

"I.....I want to tell you something," he says very carefully. As if to make sure I understand.

I am quiet, and he inhales and says, close to my ear, as if telling a secret. Not meant for anyone else.

"Aishiteru, Bulma-chan. And don't ever forget it, even if I never mention it again."

I swear I felt his heart skip a beat. I turned around in his arms, looking into those fathomlessly deep eyes. He's a God. And abruptly I realize it. I do love this Saiyajin no ouji. More than he could ever understand. It was all I ever wanted to hear. Ever, for all eternity, I am his. With no strings, no more hate. I have nothing but love (and the occasional argument) to offer Vegeta. The family, the love, he never had. But now I know, no matter how stubborn he gets, I know his secret. That he can love. And he loves me. Forever.

The sun is gently rising now. It is drawing gentle red contours on his body. I hug him, afraid he is so beautiful that he will disappear. Bulma, you love this Saiyajin, I tell myself. A tear slips my cheek. I brush it away quickly, so as not to wake him with my tears.

He once said, "Bulma, I can tell things about you. Your heat, your eyes on me, your tears.......and if that doesn't do the trick your shrill screaming will suffice," he ended smartly, not long after followed by a slap, and proceeded with a generous helping out his love and magic. With him the two could be the same. Ah, another subject for another night.

He awakens quickly, looking into my blue eyes, and brushing a stray strand of it out of my face. The sheet slips down his body a bit further, making him so sexy...... He looks me over, mumbles something incoherent and kisses me. A kiss unlike any other. Soft, lingering.. beautiful. Only Vegeta could make me feel this way.

He pulls me back down, despite my protests to get up and fix Trunks breakfast. He wraps his arms around me, and falls back asleep, his face buried in the crook of my shoulder, and I feel him kiss it lightly, soft lips on my skin. I am beginning to feel drowsy. So I snuggle into his nude warmth, and smile. The boy is old enough to get his own breakfast...............

~~~OWARI~~~