A/N: I've been getting back into my old DBZ obsession lately. Bulma and Vegeta have always been my favorite pairing since it was revealed that they actually were one. Until then, it was probably Goku and ChiChi. They come in a close second place, though. But for whatever reason, I just love BxV. Probably because of Vegeta. I do love me some Saiyan Royalty 8D! Anywho, this is just a little, angsty drabble thing I wrote up. I might turn this into a multi-chapter story later on. Who knows!
Disclaimer: If you've never watched DBZ before, or are not that familiar with the plot, this story contains spoilers! I do not own DBZ, nor do I make any money from the publication of this story. DBZ is a trademark of Akira Toriyama. This story is purely for entertainment purposes only!
Damned Earthling woman; would she ever let him be?
Vegeta pulled a pillow over his head and held it as tight as he could. Despite his efforts, he still couldn't manage to drown out the sound of the blue-haired woman's bickering. It was something about him constantly leaving water on the floor in the bathroom after stepping out of the shower, and if he had ever heard of something called a "towel." If he didn't care about the damned woman so much, he would have blasted her into oblivion a long time ago. Though, he would never flat out tell her just how much he cared for her. No, if he did such a thing, he would surely lose the upper hand in their relationship. Wait, did he even have the upper hand to begin with?
Suddenly, Vegeta didn't hear anymore screaming coming from the young woman. Good, he thought to himself. Maybe I can finally get some much needed rest. He placed the pillow on the other side of his head, and began to turn onto his back. Yet, his eyes caught something; it was her. Yes, she had stopped yelling, only to now begin crying. With her back against the doorway and her arms folded across her chest, she was sniffling. Tears ran down her cheeks as she choked back each and every loud cry that came up her throat.
"You just don't care, Vegeta," she said silently. "You just really don't care."
He wanted so badly to reach out to her and tell her how much he did care, how much he loved her, how he wanted her to be the one to bear him children. Though all he did was sit there and watch her with a dumb look on his face.
"I don't even understand why I'm carrying your child. It'll probably end up like you: a cold-hearted son of a bitch who only cares about himself!" She took one look at the Saiyan Prince, a lone tear slowly falling from her eye down to her chin, and then disappeared from view.
All Vegeta could do was sit in awe. My child? he said in his mind. Bulma is carrying...my child?! He couldn't believe it. Of course he remembered making love to her. It was probably the best sex he had ever experienced. She really was something; he had to admit. Yet, was she seriously pregnant? Had he really been ignoring her that much to not sense it? His hands raised to his temples, and he massaged them slowly.
"Bulma..." He increased the pressure on his temples. "Bulma, Bulma, Bulma!" His fists flew to the sides of him, creating two holes in the mattress. "Great," he exclaimed. "First I learn I knocked up an Earthling, and now I just ruined my mattress!" Vegeta stepped out of the bed and rubbed his face. "I'm not even married to the damned woman!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, this is such a violation of the Royal Family's code!"
A/N: That's all you get for now. Tell me what you think? Should I expand on this? Should I chuck it? Nico, what the hell happened to the Gabranth/Larsa you promised us? (I'm working on it..! I'm not that great with sex scenes. I'm going to actually have to sit down one day with a pen and paper and like, map it out, so to speak..) Anyway, reviews would be very helpful xD!