WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES DEALING WITH SEX. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 17, LEAVE NOW! PLEASE BE MATURE WHILE READING THIS STORY. ALSO, THERE ARE SCENES WITH QUITE A BIT OF MUSHINESS! THIS IS ROMANCE, SO DEAL WITH IT! =)

Okay, with that said, let's move on. This is a one-shot I decided to write on a whim. It's a story between Mirai Bulma and Mirai Vejiita. This is a possible tearjerker, so grab the kleenex if needed.

Disclaimer: I in no way lay any claim to the characters in this story, I'm just borrowing them without permission. They belong to the wonderful Akira Toyama and, (UGH) Funimation. Don't sue me, it'll be a waste of your time.

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Bulma gazed out upon the city. Finally, the Androids had been defeated and those who had survived the grusume holocost were starting to rebuild Chikyuu. A smile crossed her lips as she watched the workers below. Trunks was with them, helping them carry heavy suplies. He glanced up at his mother and waved. She waved in return and then glanced at her hand.

She had aged so much. She studied her wrinkled fingers that once built many great inventions. Now, the arthritis kept her from even picking up a hammer. A tear fell down her cheek, she quickly wipped it away and turned inside.

Trunks watched this scene, he became worried as his mother turned inside. "I'll be back in a minute." he called to the workers. He quickly flew to the house and followed his mother to the kitchen.

She was sitting at the table, stirring a cup of tea. "It hurts." she whispered softly.

Trunks sat down next to her, putting his hand gently on hers, "The arthritis?" he asked, "I'll take you to the doctor."

She shook her head, "Not that, I hardly notice that anymore." She sipped her tea and let out a sniffle, "My heart hurts." she choked.

Trunks bolted out of his chair, pulling her to her feet, "I'm taking you to the hospital now!"

Bulma shook her head and pulled away, "Not like that." She snapped, "I mean..." she drifted off, and began to weep. Trunks sat down next to her, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "What is it?" he asked softly.

"Trunks, I'm getting old. I don't know how much longer I have. I'm worried about you, what will happen to you when I'm gone?"

Trunks smiled, "I'm fine." he assured her, brushing her blue-gray locks out of her face, "I can take care of myself. Besides, you're not going anywhere."

Bulma forced a smile, "That's your father in you, as stubborn as an ass. I won't be here forever you know. And I know you can take care of yourself, you are part Saiya-jin."

Trunks frown and shook his head, "I am nothing like my father." he spat, "He was cruel and selfish."

Bulma smiled softly, "Yes, he was." she looked thoughtful, "You know, not once while your father was alive did he say he loved me. I don't know if he did. All I know is my feelings for him, and though he was cruel and selfish, he could also be tender and sweet. You have inherited your father's good qualities, so be proud of him."

"I don't understand how you can love him!"

Bulma sighed, "I don't understand it either. He broke my heart, and he still does everyday. I cry myself to sleep every night wondering if he really loved me. I'll never know, and that breaks my heart and tears my soul apart. And still, I keep loving and forgiving him."

Trunks pounded the table, "Well, I hate him!"

"That's your choice, though it is a wrong one." she gazed at him and broke down into tears again, "I love him so much, but it's killing me! I just want the pain to go away!"

Trunks held her tightly, rocking back and forth like she used to do for him. They were there until she drifted off. He carried her to her room and tucked her in. "Good night." he whispered, shutting the door behind him.

The soft stars illuminated the room, her chest rose slowly and steadily. Her breathing slowed and deepened until it came to a complete stop all together.

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She awoke with a strange sensation. "What the..." she stoped as her eyes beheld the sight. She was in a medow, more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. "I must be dreaming."

She rose to her feet and gasped when she saw what she was wearing. It was a beautiful silver gown that shimmered in the sunlight. She came to a pond with a beautiful waterfall. The water looked clear and smooth like glass. She peered over the edge and gasped at her reflection. She was young again! Her skin was smooth and her hair fell down her back in a cascade of aqua curls. She leaned down and gently touched her reflection, the water rippling at her touch, creating a cascade of rainbows through the water.

She cupped her hands and created a pool of water. She brought her hands to her lips and drank from them. She had never tasted water so clean and refreshing. "What is this place?" she wondered. She stood up and hiked up her skirts, studing her bare feet. She carefully touched her toe to the water and was amazed when she stepped on what seemed like hard glass. She carefully placed her other foot on the water, watching it ripple under her feet. She cautiously walked across the water, "I can't believe I'm doing this." she whispered.

He watched her, from behind the waterfall. A smile tugged at his lips as she began to dance and sing, her hair flowing behind her. With a wave of his hand, the waterfall parted like a curtain and he stepped out and waited.

She spun around and came face to face with him, a scream escaped her lips. She took a step back, allowing it to sink in, "Vejiita." she whispered.

Vejiita stood stock still, his face cold like always. "You were always so slow, Woman." he whispered teasingly. Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't utter a sound, "Speachless?" he laughed, "That would be a first!"

Bulma's cheeks flushed in anger and she found her voice again, "You are such an ass! Even in my dreams you can't be nice to me!"

Vejiita's cold expression melted and his smirk returned, "This isn't a dream." he whispered

softly, his tail swaying gently, the tip lightly touching the water.

Bulma backed away, back to the shore. "Then what is it?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

Vejiita followed her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her against him. She melted as their bodies made contact, his warm breath causing her to lose balance. Vejiita leaned over and pressed his lips lightly against her ear, "This is our little piece of Heaven." he murmurred.

"Heaven." Bulma repeated softly, "That means I'm..." she could hardly finish her own sentence, Vejiita nodded to confirm. She hugged him tightly, dread filling her, "Trunks." she whispered, "What will he do without me?"

"The brat will be fine." Vejiita scoffed, "I've watched him from time to time, he can take care of himself."

Bulma relaxed and leaned into his chest, "I know." she said. There was silence between them for the longest time, neither wishing to disturb the peace. Then, Bulma spoke, "How the hell did you get into Heaven?" she asked, jerking away from him. "You don't deserve to be here. You left me and Trunks alone. You were arrogant and cruel and did nothing but cause everyone pain. You broke my heart and left me to pick up the pieces. You should rot in Hell for what you've done!"

Vejiita became solemn, "You're right." he choked, "I should be in Hell. In fact, I was going there until Kakarott opened his big mouth and somehow managed to get me here."

Bulma turned away from Vejiita, "Goku was always to kind." she said with contempt, "Just because he forgave you doesn't mean I will!"

"I know." Vejiita muttered, "I can't forgive myself either." A small gasp escaped Bulma's lips, I don't care about what I did to anyone else, but I care about what I did to you and Trunks. I love you." he whispered softly.

Bulma turned, shock etched onto her face. How long she had dreamed to hear those words. Vejiita grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, "We have an eternity togther, let's start now."

Bulma smiled and leaned into his body, Vejiita waved his hands and all clothes vanished, there was nothing but skin between them.

Vejiita gently slid his hand under her buttocks and lifted her over his shoulder and gently placed her in a bed of flowers. He lightly kissed the tip of her nose and then gently kissed her lips. His hands slid over her breasts, slowly massaging them. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his hands. She whimpered softly as he leaned down and gently sucked on a nipple. One hand gently brushed her hips and slid under her, drawing circles where a tail would have been if she had been saiya-jin.

She shuddered at the sensation his touch gave her and she began to experiment. She let one hand caress his chest and shoulders, while the other lightly traced down his spinal cord to his tail. She hesitated only for a moment, then she lightly pinched the furry appendege. Vejiita froze, uttering a loud groan. Bulma giggled, pleased with her discovery. Vejiita smirked down at her, "You think you've gotten the better of me, ne? We shall see."

He bent down and bit her neck hard, she screamed as his teeth tore into her flesh. Then, he began sucking on the wound, his tounge lightly lapping the blood. Never had she felt such a sensation. Her whole body arched in pleasure, loud cries echoed. She thrusted her hips against his, urging for more.

Vejiita was more than willing to comply. He thrusted into her sharply, neither one holding back their cries. He started moving slowly, like he had their first time. She wrapped her legs around him, thrusting her hips in unison with his. She leaned up and bit his earlobe, causing him to shudder. Then, she drank from his mouth, sucking on his lower lip. Her hand dared to find his tail again. She slowly wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed gently.

He began to thrust harder, bitting her again. She released his tail and clung to shoulders. Finally, the two climaxed together. Vejiita rolled onto his back, leaving her on top. She snuggled against his chest and kissed his neck, "I love you." she whispered softly. Vejiita was silent, allowing the words to sink in. He stroked her blue locks and kissed the top of her head, "Go to sleep." he whispered.

Bulma shook her head, "I'm afraid I'll wake up and you'll be gone."

Vejiita wrapped his arms around her tightly, "Silly woman," he teased, "I will never leave you, we have an eternity to spend together."

Bulma smiled, it was a wonderful thought. "Eternity." she repeated as her eyes slid shut and fell asleep with the Saiya-jin no Ouji to keep her safe.

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Trunks walked quickly down the hall, that feeling of dread choking him. It had woke him in the middle of the night. "No, no, no." he repeated over and over, "You're over reacting. That talk with mom just freaked you out, that's all."

He paused outside her door, he couldn't feel her ki. He unwillingly turned the knob and slowly opened the door. "Mom?" he whispered, there was no response from the bed. That feeling of dread increased as he approached the bed. "Mom?" he asked again.

The body remained motionless. He placed his fingers against her neck, her skin still warm from life, but no pulse, no breath to sustain that life. Horror filled him, the tears fell freely as he took her lifeless body into his arms and rocked it back and forth. "Mom." he chocked, sobs racked his body.

He was there for what seemed like hours. Finally, he laid her body back down. She was gone, there was nothing more to be done. Wipping away the final tears, all he could do was go on with his life. He would make her proud of him. Trunks laid down next to her and held her, much like he would do when he was young and nightmares haunted him. He kissed her temple, her flesh cold, but her face still held its warm glow. "I love you mom," he whispered, "take care of dad." he thought for a moment and smiled, then whispered, "No more pain."