In his exhaustion, it had taken him a moment to register that Bulma had thrown her arms around him and sank to her knees, burying her head in his shoulder… IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
She had been doing this a lot lately, making these public displays of affection. At the island resort, she had leaned on him in the clothing store. She had kissed him on the cheek in front of fucking Beerus, of all people. At a restaurant only a few weeks ago, she had run her fingers across his back as she made her way to the washroom. At one of Trunks’ soccer games, she had pressed her forehead to his temple and sighed sweetly. Each time he had pulled away from her. She was making him look soft.
And once his brain caught up to his surroundings, this time was no different. He shifted back, out of her grasp, and, gripping her shoulders, pushed her away from him. He made a strangled noise that, while unbecoming and equally as humiliating as the hug, he hoped conveyed his feelings.
“What are you–” he started to choke out, but his admonishment died in his throat as he watched tears spill over Bulma’s lashes. She reached a hand up quickly, trying to brush them away. She wasn’t fast enough, and one, and then another, trailed down her cheek and plopped onto her jacket.
Vegeta stared. She was… crying?
There were some things that even after a decade of partnership Vegeta still couldn’t quite comprehend. Bulma’s concern for him was one. No one before her had ever worried about him and he still didn’t know why she did. Even though he begrudgingly admitted to himself, now, that he cared about her, and openly displayed that concern when she was hurt, it was outside his realm of understanding that she – that anyone – could feel that way about him.
He stared at her hopelessly for a moment, tears still rolling down her face as she struggled to control her composure, get it the fuck together, and stop embarrassing them both. He just wanted her to stop.
“I was scared you might not come back,” she whispered.
Something twisted in Vegeta’s gut. How many people wished him dead? How many people had tried to kill him? How many people cursed his name as they mourned the loss of their loved ones? Vegeta was… not a good person. He knew that. Fucking everyone knew that. But despite that, Bulma felt real fear for his well-being. Despite everything he did and everything he was, Bulma loved him.
And he kept her at arm’s length.
His grip on her shoulders softened and he pulled her closer. It wasn’t quite a hug, but she rested her forehead on his battered armour, her fingers twisting into the fabric of his pants desperately. He placed a hand on her head, hoping there wasn’t blood on his glove, and threaded his fingers through her hair, stroking her head the way he sometimes did after they made love and he was too hazy to think about the implications of his gentle touch.
He felt Kakarot’s eyes on them and stiffened for a moment, all his instincts screaming at him to push her away, to hide his weakness, before fighting it back.
It was time to change. Nobody else motivated him, believed in him, enabled him to become his best self the way Bulma did. He had gone to the future to avenge Bulma’s death. He had trained hard and fought harder for the power to end that creepy Kakarot clone. They’d won. They’d come home alive.
I was just thinking of how great this would be in Fanfiction form and THEN YOU DELIVERED OMG THIS WAS SO GOOD! You captured all of the feels! *sighs longingly * I can’t wait to read the manga.
Duuuuude, this is exactly what I thought Vegeta was thinking 😭😭😭😭 just like this in every word! Like ohmygod thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!
This is Vegeta in all his shy glory, ?my prude prince. My face lit up to later scrunch up by joyful tears.
I love it!!! He loves her!!!😭😭😭
It probably really irritates Wonder Woman when the Justice League is getting shot at and she has to do the Robot to block bullets with her bracelets–meanwhile Clark is just standing there, bullets bouncing off his chest. He’s not even wearing armor. His mom just sewed some of his old baby blankets together and he’s making it work.
And she has to lug a shield around just so, like, fucking muskets can’t kill her. Like if someone shoots an arrow at her, she needs to block that, or she’ll die, apparently.
So just off-screen there, picture Superman just casually strolling by. “Hey, you, uh, you need some help there? Wanna stand behind me? I have this cape, it blocks bullets too.”
Eleanor Roosevelt and Lyudmila Pavlichenko. Lyudmila Pavlichenko was a Soviet sniper credited with 309 kills, she is regarded as the most successful female sniper in history. She visited with President Franklin
Roosevelt, becoming the first Soviet citizen to be welcomed at the White
House. Afterward, Eleanor Roosevelt asked Lyudmila to
accompany her on a tour of the country and tell Americans of her
experiences as a woman in combat. Pavlichenko was only 25, but she had
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this is her
That movie is fucking amazing BTW and should be watched.
