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       She showed nothing as she saw him, only contained, pleasant joy and excitement.  She cried when she hugged her son, but for the husband who’d been torn from her, she gave but a smile, a wink, and a raise of her thumb – even though inside her heart was melting.  He had been dead, and now he was alive.  He had been lost, and now he was found.       But such was the marriage of Bulma Brief and Prince Vegeta – so mild, so silent.  He was a man of amazing talent, but a hard, unreachable man who she had come to accept she could never truly be close to.  She watched her beautiful, violet haired son hold his father’s h

 His body was whipped to exhaustion. Every inch of skin that she had ever caressed or kissed, each precious memory inched on his flesh seemed to be flogged away in a wash of red welts. Katara was chained. First by her hands, to the separate cell when they forced her to watch him suffer as punishment for trying to free him from the prison, and now by her neck and feet as she was personally escorted to the private grounds just outside the Firelord’s palace; filled only with jagged rocks in sand surrounding a large creaking structure and what Katara knew was a clear view from a high balcony. The grounds stretched for needless miles, but

The day was clear and warm. Spring seemed not willing to start leaving this year, so the summer hotness hadn’t come yet. Higurashi Kagome, or rather the girl that was known as Higurashi Kagome but now she was a married woman, was walking in the beautiful day holding a small basket with herbs. That was all she was “allowed” to do those days. Her husband, Inuyasha had forbidden her to carry heavy things. She smiled to herself at that. Inuyasha… Always acting cool but he was obviously worried about her all the time… “Kagome-chan!” “Kagome-sama!” She turned around to see Miroku and Sango. Sh