Prologue
(ok…the inspiration for this came from a book series I read, so I'm semi joining the two, if only for the whole…hormonal thing. Lora Leigh is a fantastic author and I devour her books with great relish…but it just seemed like such a good twist to this classically over played story that I just had to.)
It was just a matter of time. One of these days he was just going to tackle the woman and rut with her anywhere they landed; probably on the kitchen table during some Earthling holiday dinner in front of all of them. He hissed as the automatic gravity adjustor-thing upped the pressure by ten. If he could have just gotten the idiot to build him something he could maintain himself he wouldn't need to be here around them all, especially her.
He adjusted his stance and continued to meditate. Why waste time on some filthy stretch of dirt and vegetation when he could attempt to relax while having to keep his body from being crushed. It made much more sense, not that the little twit knew anything about that. She actually thought her lounging around the pool area wearing little else than her underwear was what drove him into the Gravity Chamber for his usual meditation time. Alright, so she was partially correct, but it did happen to make more sense. And it kept him from jumping her.
Growling, he muttered the words to cut off the excess gravity and flopped back on the floor. He had felt the beginning of it on Namek, but since he was only in contact with her for a short while it didn't seem like it could be the real thing. But now, after living at the compound for so long, he couldn't deny what his hormones were telling him or those annoying glands on either side of his tongue.
Either he got the woman pregnant, and soon, or he'd go insane and possibly die. Hopefully the latter.
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"Dad, are you sure you can't check on him for me? He looks waaay more flushed than usually, and he's waaay more irritable, then he gets all…I don't know, polite? It's really starting to worry me."
Dr. Briefs looked up from his microscope to give his daughter an amused look, "It's summer dear, and he does have manners when he cares to remember them."
Bulma sighed and pointed outside, "It's snowing out, Dad. We went from hot to cold in a week, like we normally do. He's still showing those strange symptoms."
"Think nothing of it, my dear. If he was having any health related issues that would interfere with that training of his, you think he wouldn't have himself fixed immediately, as he does whenever he breaks your Gravity Chamber? Think, my dear, that hypothesis makes no sense. If he was ill, we'd know about it."
"I guess, but how do you explain all the, you know…politeness?" For the last few weeks, any time Bulma would express concern about his health, he would bite her head off for a second, then recoil and apologize formally and run off. It was damn strange of him and she didn't like it one bit. At first it was just weird and she brushed it off, but since it still kept happening….
"I stand by my thought that he was, all things considered, raised properly during the time he was with his parents, and has acted accordingly as an adult with no outside forces forcing him into a set behavior."
Bulma rubbed her forehead and conceded defeat, "You're right, I'm going nuts. I need a good project for the winter, so I better get started on it."
"That's my girl, now toddle off and build something."
Shaking her head, she exited her father's lab through a side door. If it wasn't microscopic, her father didn't consider most problems important. It was sweet when she was a little girl covered in engine grease, now it was slightly annoying. Her mother agreed with her; Vegeta was just not acting like himself. Mom had commented just this morning that she saw his hands shake as he pushed himself away from the table after Bulma had left the room. There was something wrong with him and she was going to find out what it was.
