About an hour later, she felt a big gust of wind hit her. She trembled but suddenly felt a warm gentle hand touch her face, not that it was much of a face to touch anymore she was so thin that her cheek bones pushed out. Bulma opened her eyes and sat up, Vegeta was at the window watching her. The moonlight shined on his face, to her he was so beautiful. She could tell he hadn't done so well in the past weeks,
"Vegeta?
Are you real, or is it my head playing tricks?" she asked squinting her eyes.
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
It's a miracle.
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle.
Vegeta looked at the floor then to her, his bride. His queen and the one true passion that he had ever had in his life. "It's me, really." he finally answered. He wasn't crossing his arms or leaning against something, for once he didn't even look annoyed. The prince of a lost race, looked heartbroken. Bulma could tell by his eyes, he felt love for everyone in this place aspecially her. "Can I come in?" he asked after clearing his throat, she sniffed then nodded. "Why did you come back?" she asked half smiling but with a shaker voice, "To check on the brats and see how you where, I guess." he replied keeping his hands to his sides. Bulma wanted to run over and hold him, and she never wanted to let go because she was afraid that he would float away. Vegeta felt the same way, his arms ached to feel her body embracing them. It took all of his will power not to cry, "Vegeta, this is your home too. You may come over here if you want." She patted the bed next to her. He was there in a minute, her hand was on his cheek in a second. And in one split moment they were crying into each other's shoulder. Vegeta held her close, and kissed her again and again, "Please don't ever leave me again." Bulma begged him, he nodded in reply, "Bulma, you know that
you, Trunks and Bra have never been a burden to me. Never. You know that right?" he asked taking her face in his hands and bringing her eyes to his. She nodded and felt her tears mix with his, "And I'm always happy when you're around. Not only in the night." he added. Bulma wiped his shimmering tears away, and kissed him deeply. "Are you sure you want to do this? We could just talk or something." Vegeta said looking into his wife's blue eyes,
"Yes, I'm sure." she whispered taking off his shirt. He smiled lovingly for once in his life, and continued to undress her. All you wanted was a (miracle)                    
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
After they had finished making love, Bulma who was already exhausted was asleep but still holding on to Vegeta. He kissed her mouth one last time, and laid his head on her stomach. With his arms around her waist, he fell into a deep dreamless sleep snoring lightly.
 

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*Well that is my first ever Bulma and Vegeta fanfic!!! I hope everyone enjoyed it, you cam e mail me at savagegarden9000@hotmail.com or whatever. Byeee hope you enjoyed this story and feel free to add it to your own website!*
*Song Title: Miracle Artist: Vertical Horizon*