I Don't Want to Miss a Thing.

songfic by RingPrincess

*I could stay awake just to hear to you breathing
watch you smile while you are sleeping
while you are far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
for every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure*

She carressed his face with her eyes. Not daring to touch him, lest he wake up and
find her there. She sat next to his bed and just stared, hungry for just the look of him.

He never understood while he was awake why she stared at him all the time. Yet truly she
couldn't help it. She loved the way he looked, it was more than handsome, it was even
more than sexy. He was just himself and she knew that she would never find anyone else
quite like him. Nobody else would be able to carry the looks he was born with off with
the same flair and arrogance that he did.

In the quietness of the room his breathing was steady and regular, she couldn't hear
his heart with her ears but she could hear her own, heavy and fast. It was amazing
how he could attract her without even being aware of it.

She wasn't sure if it was more than just attraction. There was some sort of tension between
the two of them. Her lips turned upward slightly, tension was a mild word.

She loved to watch him sleep, partly because she saw him doing so rarely and partly because
his face would smooth out and the crease in his forehead would dissappear, making him
look young again. His normal tense and scowling expression aging him far beyond his years, years
he had seen too much.

She couldn't get enough of watching him.

*Don't want to close my eyes
Don't want to fall asleep
'cause I'd miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing
cause even when I dream of you
the sweetest dream would never do
i'd still miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing*

She sat straight by the side of his bed, once again he was asleep. He had no clue
that she was there and if he did he made no sign of showing it.

She was tired tonight as well and desperatley needed the sleep her body craved but
she couldn't. She had been passing by on the way to her room, full of good intentions
and had happened to look in. His eyes were closed and he was relaxed. He never relaxed,
except in sleep, and if she dreamed of him she knew that it would not be relaxing nor
as fufilling as just staring at him as his face was bathed in starlight.

*lying close to you feeling your heart beating
and I wondering what your dreaming
wondering if it's me you seeing
then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever*

He stirred and she barely caught herself from touching him. Her hand just centimeters
away from his chest, she felt the heat that rolled off his body. She withdrew her hand
in an oblique fashion, carressing the air above his face. He would be mad if he
woke up and found her here, invading his privacy.

She wondered what he was dreaming about. You couldn't tell from his face whether the dreams
were good or bad. This was the only time that he wasn't relaxed, even in his dreams
he had perfect control of his body and his facial expression.

He kept so many secrets from her and that drew her. She always had been drawn to the
mysterious and unexplainable, which described the man on the bed perfectly.

She couldn't sleep much anymore, insomnia and emotional struggles keeping her awake.
The only time she felt peace was when she was there staring at him.

*Don't want to close my eyes
Don't want to fall asleep
'cause I'd miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing
cause even when I dream of you
the sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing*

Staring at him was like being in heaven, his face was so classically chiseled, his dark
skin looked as if he had a perpetual tan and he was muscle from head to toe. He was also
dangerous. She knew that intellectually and by experience. But somehow that didn't matter
to her.

Even as he frustrated her and made her want to scream. He confused her as well. Somedays
she didn't know whether or not to throttle him or kiss him. This line of thinking often
led to thoughts beyond just kissing.

She often dreamed of him, day dreams, night dreams, dreams. Yet she knew always that
she was dreaming and she ached to be with him in the real world. Often she would wake
up and find herself getting out of bed to just see his face.

There were times that she wished that she and he were more than just a dream.

*and I don't want to miss one smile
and I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with right here with you just like this
I just want to hold you close I feel your heart so close to mine
and just stay here in this moment for the rest of time*

He was sleeping again, and this time not of his own free will. He had almost killed
himself, which was another again. Bulma sighed and with no qualms settled her hand
over his well muscled chest, feeling the beat of his heart as it pumped out gallons
of heated blood. She closed her eyes and bit the inside of her lip, his skin was silky
soft beneath her fingers, yet she could feel the steel of his muscles under their epidermal
covering. She opened her eyes and withdrew her hand shaking her head. She glanced at
his face and gave up the fight. She drew up the chair and sat next to him.

She leaned her head down on her hands and watched him.

*Don't want to close my eyes
Don't want to fall asleep
'cause I'd miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing
cause even when I dream of you
the sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing*

The bandages just didn't look right on his skin. She wrinkled her nose and silently
thought that he shouldn't be so stubborn in his training. He was killing himself and
only she knew it. Well, maybe he did know it, and just didn't care.

She straightened a bandage and her hand lingered there just a few seconds longer than
would be considered descent and she pulled away reluctantly. She headed towards her own
room and her own bed, but the bed itself was too large. Mornings felt like there should be
someone there holding her close and waking her with a kiss. But it was not to be. She knew
that when she woke in the morning her King sized bed would still be just as lonely. There
would be no one to share it with her.

She looked thoughtfully from the way she came and shook her head before heading to bed.

*I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
cause I'd miss you baby
and i don't want to miss a dream
cause even I dream of you
the sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
and I don't want to miss a thing*

He was still out. His eyes were closed, hiding their entrancing ebony color and even asleep his
arms crossed over his chest. Bulma checked his vitals with both hands, she had picked up quite a bit
of first aid since he moved in.

Placing his arm down gently from where she had picked it up she sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, rubbing
her temples. She shouldn't be here, yet she couldn't tear herself away now that she was. She smiled down at him,
and gently stroked his cheek with one hand.

*Don't want to close my eyes
Don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing*

"Sleep well, my love, my Vegeta. I'll keep watch for you." She whispered
to the sleeping figure on the bed, not noticing the very miniscule eyebrow
twitch that showed that Vegeta had heard her.

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