| And In Your Head A Question Dances | ||||
| Your painful questions dance, throbbing inside my head, as I watch your sleeping form 2:00 AM in the morning. I pull your body close, guarding you, watching you, as I have been doing for the last 10 years of marriage, and as I plan to do for the rest of my life. You stir gently, entangling your limbs with mine, and strewing the thin sheets around the bed. You smile peacefully in sleep, your face on my chest, blue hair soothingly tickling my shoulder. I withdraw my hand carefully from the tangle of body parts you created. It is ok, I don't mind, but I will never tell you that. I will also never tell you this is an instinctive Saiyajin pose for two mates, or that you have in fact been doing it unconsciously for the last week. Did I mention a Saiyajin female only does this when she is pregnant? No. I and I wont. You aren't a Saiyajin female. I fear the look in your eyes if I were to tell you, if that look be disappointment. Another child�that I don't know how to take care of. Trunks, with his hair and eyes a mirror image of you, I cannot bear to see another child. Because you see, he is perfect, as is anything from you. Who would I be to scar perfection? The same light in your blue, glass-like eyes also tints his, they do not deserve the daunting darkness that fills mine. Darkness mixed with light, you and I have created a child born of two kingdoms, an angel between heaven and hell. And while I battle the darkness of my soul, you fly in your perfect kingdom, holding Trunks' hand. Somewhere, somehow, I must meet you in the middle. But I fear a fallen angel, seldom re-grows his perfect wings. And how will I fly? Fallen angels, have no need for wings. So here I lie, in the light of the new morning, another night spent guarding you, and a new life that grows in your womb. I hold you close. But still, your questions dance unanswered in my mind. As long as the stars shine their light for you to fly in And as long as the darkness of the universe stretches onward I will love you Bulma. You move lightly, awaking, and I can tell you are staring at me. I close my eyes, and listen to the words you say, and have been saying, every night, all though you think I don't know. " I love you Vegeta�" And in my head an answer dances. I love you too, Bulma. Forever. I Hope you enjoyed this. Perhaps one day I will get the Bulma side to this.~Kureeji |
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