Can't Live Without You
AUTHOR: Angelhart
GENRE: romance (B/V)
RATING: PG-13
NOTE: this story is written from Vegeta's point of view
DISCLAIMER: DBZ is owned by Toei, Viz, Akira Toriyama, and FUNimation
I blink as
the sun hits my eyes and turn around – raising myself a bit – to look at the
alarm clock. It reads 6:10 am. Hmm… so it is still early. I let myself fall
down on the bed again. The woman next to me moans a bit and turns around in her
sleep. I cannot help to notice that I have become soft. And she is the one
responsible for it. We cannot stand each other. Her loud mouth, always yelling
at me, ordering me around – well… at least she is trying to – her weakness… I
always tell her to leave me alone, but somehow we still end up in bed together.
A smirk
crosses my lips. The last thing, I certainly not mind. Not at all.
It seems
that I've met my match. She is annoying when she yells, but at the same time
her attitude is appealing to me. As weak as she is, she has the guts to stand
against me. I could kill her with just my bare hands, not even using 1 percent
of my true power, yet she dares to challenge me over and over again. And
somehow… she wins. Well… Sometimes. And I let her win you know. Don't ask me
why.
We are both
dominant. Maybe that is the reason why I mated with her. She may be weak in
body, but she is strong in mind. We fight each other, but neither can win. Both
equally strong, yet in different aspects.
I will not
lower myself to feelings like love, but let's just say that I grow attached to
her.
I turn my
head and look at her. She has her back turned to me, her body all curled up
under the sheets. A grin caresses my lips and I wonder if she is in for some
'body wrestling'. She might be sleepy, but I am wide-awake and my body is full
operational. And before I train I could use some warming up.
I raise
myself and lean over her, but before I can even make advances towards her, a
note is being held in front of me. Black big letters are hitting my eyes.
Don't even think about it!
I chuckle
and let myself fall back on the bed again. Nifty little feline. One wild ride
was enough for her last night, I guess. I look at her from the corners of my
eyes. I can understand why Kakarot
chose a human mate. Our species are very compatible and even though they are
far weaker than us, they can still provide us with lots of fun. My smirk gets
wider…
I turn my
head as I hear a cry coming from another room.
"Woman, the
brat is calling."
Another
mistake. Well… accident. "That, Vegeta, is what you get when you fuck around
without birth control" she yelled at me in a furious moment. In that first
passionate night we shared she pushed 'it' in my hands. I had no idea what the
meaning of it was, another human stupid ritual of some sort I thought, and I
threw it away. When she figured out I wasn't wearing that thing, it was already
too late. But did she actually think I would put that-that condom on even if I
would know what it was!? I, Vegeta, will not do anything of such! And it's not
my fault those human female pills are no match for Saiyan seed.
Obviously
this is my punishment for all my bad deeds. A demi-Saiyan with the name Trunks.
Well it it's not a real Saiyan anyway, so what do I care what it is called? She
could called it 'Brat' for all I care.
"Woman."
"uhuu," is
the only reply I get from her. She makes no movement to get up.
I poke her
gently between the ribs. "Woman, the brat is calling!" It obviously wants food.
She tries to hit my hand. I cannot understand her mumbling, but I guess she is
somehow accusing me of the state she is in now. Weakling. Well fine, woman, I
am awake anyway, I will check on the brat. But hell, if that thing needs a
diaper change I am gonna drag you out of that bed!
I pull the
sheets away from me and sit on the edge of the bed. Rubbing my eyes I get up
and walk towards the door. Suddenly I realize that I am still naked. I remember
very well the argument, the woman and me had, about me walking naked around the
house. Not wanting to start that all over again I pick up my black shorts from
the floor and put them on, before I leave the room.
I push the
button to open little Trunks' room. His piercing cries immediately caress my
ears as a dagger against a throat. It isn't hard to figure out who provided the
genes for such a loud mouth. Another reminder of my situation: I am in hell. I
must be.
As I place
my hands on the crib to peek inside, the crying stops immediately. Two deep
blue eyes are staring at me and than his hands reach out to me. He grunts a bit
and tries harder to reach for me. I can see his smile changing into trembling
lips and his sparkling eyes now flowing with water, because I am not picking
him up.
"You got to
try harder kid. At your age I was already flying around, being a major pest."
He frowns
like he is trying to say: "I am only half Saiyan, give me a break!"
Again he
reaches for me, grunting harder in the effort. Good, he is not going to cry. At
least he is showing some Saiyan blood. He frowns again, making a serious face.
He is so like his mother. I can see the woman in him so clearly. Stubborn too.
A gene he inherited from the both of us. I can sense his already strong ki rising;
he sure is pissed. Than suddenly his face is softening, his eyes sparkling
again and a big smile on his face. His ki is again at his low peak.
"Dada…" he
gurgles, waving his tiny hands in the air. "Dada…"
Who can
ignore that?
I smirk,
reach in and he makes happy noises as I pick him up. Holding him in front of me
I can already smell the familiar 'full diaper' scent in the air.
"You stink
kid!"
All he does
is gurgle some more, drooling on my chest.
"Gross." I
hold him away from me. Definitely human genes. A Saiyan doesn't drool, doesn't
smile and certainly doesn't gurgle.
I hear a
someone giggle behind me. Turning around I expect to see the woman standing
there, but it's the mother.
"Why don't
you give him to me, Vegeta. Than you and Bulma can snuggle some more. I will
bring Trunks by after his meal."
I hand the
kid over like a bag of potatoes, pushing him roughly in the woman's hands.
"He needs
to be changed," I tell her.
"So I
notice," she answers sniffing. "Well don't you worry, Trunks, I will have your
tummy filled and your diaper emptied in no time."
I watch
them leaving the room. These people pamper the child too much. How is he ever
going to be a warrior when he is treated like this!? Diaper change, feeding. He
should be feeding himself now, and be house-trained as well! No wonder these
people are so weak. They are too soft! No way I am going to let my son become
one of them. He may not be a Saiyan, but hell! he sure ain't human!
I make my
way back to the room the woman and I share. I smirk at the sight before me. The
female all curled up like a little ball, with only her face coming out of the
sheets. I crawl next to her, wrapping one arm around her and pushing her
against me. It is odd how you can grow attached to things. Even this weak
female. Annoying, loud mouth, brave, and… – don't let her hear I said that –
gorgeous.
"Get over
here, woman," I whisper to her, pulling her even closer. I like the way her
body feels against mine. I may have threatened her life many times, but I know
I will never harm her, and will never let anyone hurt her. We aren't together
in human way. Not like Kakarot and his female. But she is my mate. She bared my
child and perhaps one day, if I survive the android attack, bare another. I
despise her for making me weak, but I cannot help to notice that she is the
only one who sees me as me. She is the only one I have ever let close, the only
one who challenged me and still lives, due to my choice. I want her to live. I
want her to live with me.
I cannot
live with her, every day begins with a quarrel – but I cannot live without her,
I cannot live without these fights, I cannot live without the knowledge that
she will be there when I need her. I have become soft. For her, and I hate her
for it.
The door
opens and Bulma's mother brings in Trunks. She hands me the child and I lay him
between Bulma and me.
"When you
two come down, breakfast will be ready," she whispers to me.
I grin.
Hmmm, food. After our midnight 'exercise' I could certainly use a good meal.
And I bet the woman does, too.
The mother
leaves and the door closes automatically behind her. I turn my head, looking at
the two lying next to me. Bulma on the far side of the bed and Trunks between
us. My grin getting wider, as I watch them.
A roof
above my head, food whenever I want, a gravity room to make me stronger during
the day, and a female to pleasure me at night. My smirk is now at his full
size.
"Hu, woman,
maybe living with you isn't so bad after al."
Although it
is more mumbling I can see the corners of her lips pull up. Her mouth is
moving, however I cannot hear the words, I can read them from her lips.
"I love
you."
I lay back
and close my eyes.
Yeah woman. Right back at ya.
FIN
Author's
notes:
Another fanfic from Vegeta's point of view. Since I've received so many
wonderful reviews on 'Through the Eyes of a Saiyan' I've decided to write
another story from Vegeta's point of view. No lemon this time, just a sweet
story about their family life.
Let me know what you think!
---Angelhart---