I decided to re-write this chapter, partly because I think I've improved a lot since I started, and upon re-reading it, I saw flaws all over it, so I'm capable of making it better this time around.
BTW I might redo chap 2 and 3 too.
Also, Trunks was OOC, resembling the character of his future counterpart, instead of present Trunks, oh and also because I forgot:
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
The afternoon sun let its rays fall beautifully on the west side of capsule Corps, flooding the kitchen with its warmth and light, and casting tiny shadows on the tint coffee table where Bulma sat. It was quiet now, 16 year old Trunks had been out on a sparring session with Vegeta and 5 year old Bra was upstairs playing quietly with Bunny, her grandmother.
Bulma enjoyed the rare occasion of pure solitude and serenity while it lasted, and she allowed her mind to wander. Memories filled her head of days gone by, when they were warned about the androids by Trunks' future counterpart. She'd been with Yamcha at the time; she sighed, so much had changed since then. She was now Vegeta's wife and they had settled down with two children, she still wasn't clear on how it all happened and how it seemed to happen so quickly, but she was perfectly happy that her life had taken such an unexpected turn, and so had his- Vegeta.
Lost in thoughts, and memories, he jolted slightly at the sound the kitchen's glass door opening behind her. Apparently her princes were back, but she had not turned to greet them, at least she heard the enraged voice of the older one, "Go now get yourself cleaned up"
She spun around in her seat to see him talking to Trunks. Trunks!!!
The badly battered figure behind him was exact copy of Vegeta himself, only with thin lavender hair and blue eyes. But what the hell had happened to him?
"Vegeta!!!!", she shrieked, "what the hell have you done to my son, you maniac!!". She flew up from the chair and flew over to him.
"What have I done?!", he asked annoyed. 'How can she possibly think I did something wrong?'
"You think this is my fault, this is the reward of the boy's own weakness, he has spent far too much time, living like a weakling with those ridiculous females. He also had the help your encouragement, so consider yourself partly to blame.", Vegeta spat coldly.
She pushed past him hurriedly and rushed to Trunks, throwing her arms around him.
"I'm fine mom it's just a few bruises, we were training, remember." He said forcing a smile.
She started to respond"..."
"Really mom, I'm fine, I just need a shower and maybe some food"
"Are you sure Trunks?", a hint of worry shielded her eyes.
"Yes"
"He is a Saiyin Bulma, he will be better in hours, let him go", came a gruff voice in front of them, standing with arms folded across his chest in his trademark position.
When Bulma still didn't let him go, Trunks gently pushed her away and replied, "He's right, I'll be fine."
Vegeta interrupted her thoughts as she watched him walk away. "Bulma, we need to talk about the boy."
She turned aside in time to see him walking back out to the backyard.
"You're damn right, Vegeta!" Bulma said as she followed him angrily to the backyard "what the hell did you do to him, how could you!" she yelled and stood to face him.
"Bulma.."
She cut him off, "I can't believe you took our son back to me like that!!!!"
"Bulma.." his patience was running out.
"What the hell do you expect to achieve by beating the sh*t out of our son…"
"Bulma!"he roared.
"What?" she shrieked.
"Would you shut up for one minute? How am I supposed to tell you, if your mouth won't stop moving!"
She pursued her lips together and waited for him to continue.
"Finally. We were merely sparring woman, he obtained a few bruises. As I mentioned, he's becoming weak, and you are partly to blame."
"A few scratches!! He looks like you were trying to rip him apart!" she stood with a scowl on her face, still beautiful, even with all that rage. "And how am I to blame?"
With a single stride he stood in front of her, his face only inches away from hers, he captured her chin with his thumb and index finger, and pulled her face up, so she could look deep into her deep blue eyes. "Listen to me woman, he is my son, I would never hurt him intentionally."
Their lips were almost touching, as he spoke, and it distracted her. The boy is going through a phase and it's made him more vulnerable" he continued in the same stance- up close and personal. He knew it would keep her calm enough for her to hear him out.
"I wouldn't hurt him more than I would hurt you. Don't you know that by now?"
Each time he spoke, his hot breath played delicately with her lips, and her angry words flew from her mind, and soothed her. Vegeta was a mastermind, always able to put her right where he wanted her to be. As he spoke she subtly moved a little closer to him, to make contact with his lips.
Vegeta, not ignorant of his effect on her smirked, and broke contact with her. "I said we had to talk about the boy, we can play later when he's asleep".
A hint of red flashed across and she quickly composed herself "Right" she said.
"The boy has weakened, and that is no state for the son of a prince to be in" Vegeta stated. "I hav'nt exerted anymore pressure on him during our training, more than the usual, he's slipping."
"But why Vegeta?"
"It is because of these stupid females, he has been running around with on these pointless dates, its distracting him, and if it doesn't end soon he will become the exact image of Kakorrott's' son- the older, nerd one."
"Ha, you think he's losing focus because he likes girls." she laughed, with her hands on her hips," Very funny Vegeta, isn't that a bit far' fetched?"
"The boy doesn't know of mating." he continued.
"Sex? Of course he does Vegeta, he knows everything he needs to, about reproduction " she replied. "I made sure of it when he was 11.
"Yes, but everything by human standards, he absolutely unaware of the nature of his Saiyin mating instincts."
Bulma stood still and appeared to be in deep thought.
"So what does he need to know?"
"Too much, when I was his age I was still under Frieza, I was a murderer, my biological mating senses were never actually much of a bother, that is of course until I came here, and by that time I was mature enough to claim a mate" he said.
Bulma smirked knowingly, it had been her wit, and beauty, that had brought the Saiyin prince to his knees, and though he feared to admit it, he was deeply in love with her.
"But then he is surrounded by all these pitiful girls, and they have broken his concentration," he said with his brows furrowed into their usual knot." but this isn't right, he is a Saiyin, he should be able to ignore those feelings, the boy's instinct are entirely out of shape."
"Vegeta," Bulma mumbled as she rested her palm on his cheek, " if it's as simple as that then let him get a girlfriend, and clear his mind, surly he knows his boundaries, he would never step out of line, and I'm sure he'd be fine again soon enou...."
"All these years of having me to yourself woman and you still don't understand what we are." Vegeta interrupted.
"We Saiyins, do not form petty relationships like the one you had with that weakling Yamcha, our race is far more sophisticated, to this day, the fragility of these earth unions is entirely beyond me, it is a waste, my son is of royal blood, i will never tolerate such foolish weakness."
"Oh well pardon me, your highness, just what are Saiyin relationships like?"
"What you and I have as you know is not a mindless attachment, we are mates, bonded to each other in body and mind, fate has brought us together, and through our attraction we have bonded deeply, an unbreakable bond; as you already know, what we have is not a fling, or an simple affair, and neither of us is unfaithful to the other, we belong together; that is the nature of our relationship, and that is the relationship the boy must have, as a Saiyin of course."
"Yes so can't he look around until he finds the right mate?"
"Of course not! He is a Saiyin, and even more so a Prince, he cannot be touched and handled by these vulgar females, neither can he sample whores, that is far below him. If he goes out and mates with any random woman without choosing and bonding her as his mate, there is a chance he may end up killing her, in his frustration, she would never be capable of satisfying him. It is never advisable for us to mate without choosing our mates carefully, our mates must be our equals, she must be perfect for him; he must care for her; she will come to him in due time."
"So he has to fall in love with her first?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta scowled, "If you insist on such an insidious word. His instincts will alert him when he has found a proper mate, her scent will entice him, her body will excite him, and everything about her should pull him in, before he mates with her. It cannot just be any woman for the sake of quick release."
"It should not be..." he said in a lower voice.
"Is that how you felt about me when you claimed me as you own?" gasped Bulma. Vegeta rarely expressed his feelings with words, and now he was doing it indirectly using Trunks' situation as a scapegoat.
"You know for a scientist; you're pretty slow" Vegeta smirked.
"Wait a second, how come Goku never seemed to have this problem, is it a royal thing?"
"For once you've guessed right woman, it is a trait of the royal bloodline, as you can see, and Kakorott didn't seem to know what he was even getting into when he married that loudmouth."
Vegeta stood there for a while, silent, deep in thought. 'The boy's becoming a man, that's all too clear, he would want a woman soon, I could sense it, he's different, he isn't focused, his body must be pressuring him to mate, it was plainly obvious. But what am I supposed to do, how should I tell him, i don't know where to begin. I'll need to some time to figure this all out. Maybe, I should keep him locked in the house for a few days, no training, no schoolwork, that should give me enough time to figure out how to deal with this as well and it will keep him off the street where those wretched females could fall within his reach, that should do it`. `
Bulma, just stood there, briefly distracted for the moment by the muscular figure of the spiky-haired man. His spandex outfit showed every contour of his perfectly sculpted physique, and the ripples of his muscles aroused something deep inside her; it had been 24 hours since she last bedded the feisty Saiyin, yet she couldn't wait to relive it; after so many years all their passion seemed to do was get stronger; drinking him in with her eyes, her head felt giddy for a minute, she felt her desire growing for him.
Vegeta exhaled sharply, " I know what must be done, I will deal with you tonight, and speak to the boy in two days, that will give me enough time to decide, the best way to deal with this, but in the meantime, I want him to remain in the house at all times, and he will take a break from training and schoolwork, also and his dating rituals must end immediately" he decided.
"Ok, so you want to put our son under house arrest, for two days, till you can figure out how to straighten this out, fine, but what did you mean by 'deal with me'?!
He continued "Our son's problem can wait till two days, your issue however, is a lot more urgent" a smirk form on his features.
"My issue??"
He stepped forward and captured her face again, "You forget woman I am a Saiyin, I can smell your arousal from mile away, and it's quite distracting" he smirked before sensually nibbling her bottom lip.
"Vegetaaa..." she moaned as her released her lip; she place her arms around his shoulder, and stared into his eyes, her breathing had a hint of heaviness to it, and it excited him.
"Not here" he said and swiftly grabbed and her and slung her over his shoulder and flew towards their room.
He landed softly on the balcony- his personal landing platform, before stepping inside he set her down, "Now listen carefully, I will only say this once. I'm going to take a shower, wait for me on our bed, I do not expect you to be wearing clothes when I return, if you are not naked by the time I'm through, I will personally relieve you of your attire, and by that I mean ripping your precious clothing to shreds.
He smirked, " I won't keep you waiting."
That said, the regal prince stepped past her and entered the adjoining bathroom. Bulma just shook her head in wonder at the man, who she just could not resist.