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" If Tomorrow Never Comes "Written By: Debs-dragon Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DBZ gang, a rich Japanese man does. Happy now? The song "If Tomorrow Never Comes" belongs to Ronan Keating and is borrowed for this fic without permission. No money being made here... darn! Rating: PG Warnings: Sap, Sadness. Notes: Set during the nine days leading up to Goku's pending show down with Cell. // Denotes Song lyrics.
" If Tomorrow Never Comes " Aug. 2002 Debs-dragon
I turned my head and the breeze caressed my face with her gentle fingers. I smiled to no one in particular as I fully understood the meaning of my discoveries in the room of Spirit and Time. No matter how hard I trained or what level I managed to achieve it was not going to be enough. But there was still hope. The sound of laughter reached my ears and I turned again to see my son and my wife exit our small peaceful dwelling. I felt my heart surge with the love I held for these two and the peacefulness of our home. A peace that I was willing to protect with my life if need be. I watched as they made their way to the small area of garden and began to extract various vegetables from the rich earth in readiness for our evening meal. I turned back to the forest. I needed this moment to myself, a moment that I could lock away in my mind of the serenity and beauty of the planet I call home. This is why I had to fight. To retain this beautiful planet and its diversity of life free from the evil forces that desired so much to destroy it. The sun began to set and the wind picked up a distinct chill as I stood staring into the forest. The calling of my name broke the spell and I looked up to see my son making his way towards me. He didn't know how proud I was of him.... but he would. Evening had settled in and Gohan had retired to his room. I sat in companionable silence with my wife as she worked away at her sewing. The television droned quietly in the background and while the sound was comforting I stared unseeing at the screen, preferring to watch my wife from the corner of my eye. // Sometimes late at night, I had taken her gently and lovingly that night. I held her close as I explored every inch of her body, burning each touch, each sound into my memory. She never failed to amaze me and regardless of the number of times we made love each time was as if it were the first. She could read me so well and understood better than I did what my needs were and responded accordingly. I stared down at her sleeping form. The moonlight filtered through the window and bathed her in its warm pale light, illuminating her form and making her appear to be a sleeping angel. I tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek and she stirs slightly. Not waking she snuggles closer to my chest and I am once again reminded how much she means to me. I wonder if she knows that? // If tomorrow never comes, I knew she understood my reasons for the fight, for all the battles I had fought and while she didn't like it she suffered through it in silence. I never realised how hard it must be for her to let me go. To stand by helplessly and watch your husband leave for the battle not knowing if he would return safely surely must have torn her apart more times that I care to think and yet she never stopped me. All I ever saw as I departed was her warm smiling face. She always drew me into a strong embrace as if trying to meld a part of me to her should I fail to return. But she would always have a part of me with her for my soul was entwined with hers for eternity even if she didn't know it. The gentleness of her kiss as her lips brush mine remind me of her softness and vulnerability. The pleading in her eyes confirms it. // Cause I've lost love once in my life, My father.... I never had the chance to meet him. I have learned a little over the years of what he was like and what he did. In so many ways we are alike. Although what he did was wrong, he was only obeying orders and he has paid for his mistakes. He was fortunate... He saw the light in the shadows before it was too late for his soul and tried to right the wrongs. I have seen him in my visions and know he is finally at peace... But I never got to know him.... My mother. Who she was I will be destined to travel through life not knowing. I regret that. I have no recollection of her at all and no one seems to know what happened to her. I just hope that wherever she is she knows that the son she gave birth to is now a man who is trying to do the best he can in a universe that seems bent on destroying the many beautiful things it contains. I stare again at my wife's sleeping form and place a kiss upon her forehead. Now is not the time to be thinking of the past. I need to savour the here and now and not waste a minute of it. She stirs again and this time her eyes flicker open. A smile graces her lips as she watches the emotions travelling through my eyes. She pulls me to her and finds my mouth to kiss me deeply. I reach for her again and she surrenders to me willingly. Tenderly I take her and make love to her with a gentleness yet passion that she openly receives. I pour my heart and soul into the act in an attempt to convey without words the true depths of my love for her and she responds with her own passion. Her love meets mine and joins to form one bond of unbreakable strength. The sheer intensity of the moment leaves me weak and open. How could I have ever doubted her? She knows how deep my feelings run, she knows how much I care without my words. My actions alone serve to reinforce our closeness. As I lie spent yet contented she soothes me with her gentle ministrations. Working the tenseness and weariness from my muscles with all too knowing hands, relaxing and loosening the knots, allowing me to finally take the sleep I need. // If tomorrow never comes, Staring once more at the forest that surrounds our home I am reminded once again of the beauty of the planet that I fight for. With one last glance I turn and head for the house. Gohan is waiting for me. He has grown much stronger and while he is unaware of it I can sense the strength within him. There is every possibility that I will fail in my task but should the inevitable happen I know my son will continue the fight and become the victor. I have faith. Holding her close in my arms for our farewell I feel the steady beat of her heart. I place my fingers under her chin and raise her head to look into those eyes once more. They glitter with the diamonds of unshed tears and I know underneath that brave exterior her heart is breaking... As is mine.... I pull her into a fierce embrace and crush my lips to hers once more. Holding her trembling body I feel my own tears rise but I blink them away for I know if I allow them to spill she will see my hidden fears. I search her face once more and feel my heart soar as I read the love and devotion written there. With a tender kiss I can feel her emotion and that tells me all I need to know.
My last thought is of her warm smiling face. ~ Fin ~
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