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hurt / comfort

Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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[Everything was burnt to a crisp around him. Vegeta didn't know what had happened. Capsule Corp. The portion of it he shared with his family.

No. He couldn't believe they were all dead, along with the rest of the planet. Not while he still lived. He'd promised. To the day he died, they'd be protected. Even if that promise had only been to himself.

The ashes told him he'd failed. Miserably. Irrevocably. Irrefutably. His hands shook when he stopped, soiled boots crunched once more on crumbled material that had made up his life.

What should have been his bedroom. Gone, just like everything else. With the extent of the damage, he didn't expect to even find bones.

The prince couldn't help but shudder and twist in his sleep, restless with his horror-filled nightmare. Sweat slicked his body. But he wasn't waking up on his own.]

[ Bulma sighs, in her sleep, curled in to Vegeta's sleeping grasp as usual. at least until the saiyan prince rolls away, and then Bulma is left to draw her blankets tighter around her as his body heat leaves. She frowns, knowing that Vegeta usually sleeps like a rock and doesn't move until it's time for training. The blue haired woman feels distinctly that it's too early to be time for training, and why does her back feel wet... ?

She turns, slowly, to see what Vegeta's up to, face falling in to a frown when she sees her husband in such distress in his sleep. She doesn't know what he dreams about, when he has these nightmares, and she doesn't ask. Instead she reaches over to run her fingers through his wild hair, tucking her head between his shoulder and jaw. Ever since giving birth to Trunks she's become a master at soothing. ]

Vegeta.... Vegeta, wake up...

[His worst fears, really. If he gave them voice in daylight, they might just come true. So Vegeta had always held his tongue, biting it viciously if necessary.

He couldn't move. Why couldn't he move? Bulma's voice slowly filtered in and that loving caress nearly made him weep, sleeping brain thinking it was just a figment of his grief-torn mind.

Only for a moment. Then the very real warmth sank in and he slowly opened his eyes, body stiff and heart pounding. His gaze flicked down as he registered her head tucked under his, then tightened his arms around her reflexively.

A damn dream.]

[ Bulma sighs, as Vegeta's arms tighten around her. He's awake, which is a good thing, but she doesn't stop petting through his hair, nuzzling in to his neck. She wouldn't bring it up, if he didn't want to, because right now, it was all about making sure that Vegeta was alright, and that he could get back to sleep. Trunks was still sleeping, that much she could be assured of, so she curls in closer to him, weaving her legs in with his. ]

if you're going to train in the morning, you better get back to sleep..

[Sleep. Riiight. Vegeta forced out a calming breath, allowing himself the luxury of not fighting his wife's calming hands off. He shifted to curl just a little more tightly around her, using his body as a shield. As if anything could possibly actually get passed him at that moment to hurt her. At least the trembling had ceased.]

Let's take today off.

[Vegeta. Suggesting they say screw everything else, drop everything... and just go off and relax. Sometimes even he reached his breaking point.]

[ Bulma narrowly bites her tongue hard enough to not comment on the fact that he was suggesting a day off, reminding herself that if she reacted strongly, he'd just get huffy and then they'd get no resolution to the issue. She continues threading her fingers through his hair, playing with the ends when it so suited her. After all, he didn't allow this very often.

She sleepily pushes up to face him, pushing her hair out of her face with a different hand, blue eyes sleepy, but focused. ]

Just us? Or all of us?

[She'd learned that the hard way. Showing how he felt about her and their family wasn't easy for him. Never had been. But he was slowly getting a little better. Bit by painful bit.

Vegeta didn't stop her from playing with his hair, gradually relaxing a little thanks to it and her presence. Alive. He looked back at her after a moment, eyes determined.]

Just us.

Okay. [ She smiles softly, watching him as she continues to pet his hair, though she lays her head back down on his chest, yawning quietly before she nuzzles in to his chest. He's so solid beneath her, it's soothing to have someone near her that she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt could protect them all. ]

... I'll talk to mom in the morning about watching Trunks, for us. Where do you want to go..?

[No argument. Just acceptance. For once it was nice to just relax, holding onto her. Only knowing he'd pay the price later kept him from saying any sappy words.

Vegeta just kept his arms firmly around her, having no intentions of letting go all that soon. Their son would be fine with his grandmother. He would. Vegeta would just have to remind himself of that sometimes.]

The island.

[So it would literally just be them, other than the few employees that kept the place clean.]

Mmn... Sounds like a plan. Do you want me to give the staff the day off? [ that way there could literally be no interruptions, no one around to make Vegeta feel awkward or anything of the sort. Clearly she understood that Vegeta needed some time to just relax and do nothing else, curling back up against him closely. Trunks would still take a while to wake up, so they had a few more hours to lay here and cuddle, if they wanted to.

... So long as she never mentioned it as 'cuddling' to Vegeta. ]

[Completely just them? No demands on their attention for once. That was rather appealing, if he were honest with himself. Perceptive, Bulma. Or just using logic.

Princes don't 'cuddle', woman. They... oh fine. He'll keep cuddling, but only family.]

... Yes. They won't be needed.

i'll call in the morning.. [ She murmurs lowly, leaning in to kiss his jaw gently. She doesn't want to make too much of a big deal bout his dreams, though some part of her senses, this time, that the dreams had been about them. Probably in the way he held her tighter when he's woken up, or his request to spend time between just the two of them - either way it didn't take a genius to understand that something was bothering her husband at the moment. Vegeta wasn't a very lovey dovey type, and he wasn't very emotional at all, but at the same time....

Slowly she pulls away, sitting up. ]

Do you want me to go get Trunks.. ?

[Vegeta managed to release her when she sat up, more through force of will than anything. Lovey dovey? Ha! He worked hard to not show his real emotions, hiding them under layers of fierce pride and fury.

But not so now. Alone, with Bulma, recovering from that dream. He pushed himself up, giving himself a moment to think.]

Let him sleep.

Okay... [ She's tired, more sleepy than she's willing to let on at the moment, moving to push her hair behind her ear. Sometimes, she wished he wasn't quite so emotionally stunted, so that he could tell her about these dreams and his fears. They appreciated the autonomy of their relationship, the fact that neither of them really needed the other too much, and yet, now that they had spent years together, and she'd given birth to Vegeta's son, she found herself wanted to soothe him, if at all possible.

Naturally, he didn't really allow it, but she tried her best.

For the moment she's just lean back in to him, laying her lips against his own in the silence of the late night (or early morning, depending) - hand against his chest. ]

[It worked for them.

Vegeta knew Bulma was tired - it was impossible not to notice. But he already knew he'd not be going back to sleep. Perhaps... he didn't pull away from the gentle kiss, arm slipping loosely back around her and he let himself kiss back. Only stubborn will kept him from tightening his hold painfully. That would further show his fear of loss.]

... You should go back to sleep. We'll leave later.

[ Whatever it was that had spurred him in to such bad dreams... she was starting to be able to guess. The insistence that they go away, the fact that he had been unabashedly holding her, and was allowing this sort of soft affection with no guarantee that it would go further were all dead give aways, so far as she was concerned. Bulma may be a scientist, and not a psycologist, but damn if she wasn't good at making educated guesses anyway.

She was honored, honestly, that he clearly cared about them enough to have nightmares about something happening to them, but.... Bulma also had every confidence that Vegeta would protect them, even if he might seem like he didn't care at all, or had a devil may care attitude about his family.

She pulls away from the kiss, nestling her head back on his chest, arm thrown over his mid-section haphazardly. ]

Alright.. try to get some more sleep too, okay? [ A little pause as she yawns, and then: ] We're safe, Vegeta.

[And she knew him just that well. He'd let her get close enough for that at least.

Vegeta tensed at the last comment. She knew. Of course she knew, she wasn't actually a stupid person. And perceptive. He forced that unease away as best he could and lay back, tugging Bulma back down with him. For once he wanted to keep her close.

He didn't answer for a long few minutes before muttering, not entirely sure she'd hear.]

For now.

I trust you.. [ She murmurs back, knowing that it might not mean much to him, in the long run, but she wanted him to know anyway. The others may not trust him, and may have refused to wear the same armor as him because of things he'd done in the past, or asked her what in the hell she could possibly see in him, but the man she'd found underneath the many, complicated layers that had made him up, was a more than capable father and husband. More than capable and even more than willing, at that, despite his displays and occasional attitude.

Other opinions be damned - she would trust her life to Vegeta faster than any other Z fighter short of Goku.

She nuzzles against his chest, sighing gently as she settles in for sleep. Maybe it was the tender moment, or his current vulnerability, but something she'd been thinking on for a time finally slips past her verbal filters: ]

I want to have more babies with you, Vegeta.. Before I can't anymore..

[It meant more than she might realize. More than he'd ever admit, of course. Better not to make it obvious just how attached he'd become.

Vegeta kept his arms around her for once, not pulling away or otherwise physically distancing himself from her. He couldn't, not then. He tensed slightly at that unexpected admission. More children?]

... Tell me tomorrow.

.. Okay.. I should sleep, for now.. [ She knew he probably wouldn't, not after his dreams and what not, but she could at least try to get a few more hours of sleep. She curls in next to him a little tighter, running her hand down Vegeta's side. ]

And then we can get away, tomorrow..

[No, no he wouldn't be. Vegeta knew he'd be very closely guarding her sleep, likely for the next few days. Curled close around her, arms firmly wrapped around her and holding on firmly. If he clung a little too tightly, well maybe she'd shift a little and let him know without drawing too much attention to it and make him self conscious. In the meantime he just hummed in agreement.]

[ it was a delicate game to play, trying to balance between her comfort and not making him feel as though she's drawing too much attention to what's going on. She knows, subconsciously, why he grips her a little tighter when he sleeps, sometimes - but knows better than to bring it up too often. After all, Vegeta wasn't really known for being well in touch with his emotions or even his connections to her and their son - it didn't sit well with him when she made a point to say that they were fine, and healthy, and she had every confidence he was going to take care of them.

... Hell, she did't even want to think about there being a day when he couldn't.

So she lets herself drift in to sleep without comment instead, holding him gently in return. ]

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Bulma Briefs | Dragon Ball Z

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