Becoming The Princess; Chapter Two
By: sailoronymoon
Disclaimer: Ah! I am so excited people enjoyed my story! I wasn't originally going to write a second chapter, but I have been so inspired by DBZ lately, that my brain and fingers have been working nonstop! I wrote a Gohan/Videl fic recently, that got some favs almost immediately, and that made me happy. Anyway, this is chapter two; they fight, they make up. It's some good stuff, with more sexy love time. If this is not your cup of tea, you should probably turn back, now. I don't know how long I'm going to make this fic, but I want at least a couple more chapters. I really like where this is going. There may be a time skip somewhere in here. Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed, and enjoy chapter two.
Vegeta looked outside the window of the Gravity Room which he had become all too familiar with the past couple of weeks. Him and Bulma had had a fight, causing them to not speak to each other in two weeks. He turned the gravity off, and watched as Bulma was walking Trunks in his stroller. She looked beautiful, as she always did; she was wearing a white and blue summer dress that went down to her knees, a big sunhat, and sandals. The weather was nice outside, but Vegeta hadn't bothered to care. He continued watching his mate, following her movements as she leaned down to pick Trunks up out of his stroller, a smile on her face. He could hear Trunks burbble and giggle as Bulma sat down on one of their many lawn chairs, Trunks sitting up in her lap. Vegeta could sense a small ki from the boy, a ki that he knew would grow as he did. The boy was definitely part saiyan, and definitely his. He hadn't been sure at first, but every day he could see more and more that the baby in his mate's arms was in fact his own.
Vegeta's soft eyes turned to fury in an instant, when he saw that the one person he never wanted to see again, decided to take a seat next to Bulma. What was he doing here? And why was he getting so close with Bulma!? Did he just...HE DID! He just kissed Bulma on the cheek! Vegeta balled his hands into fists, continuing to stare out the window. What on earth was going on?! Bulma was his mate! And there she was, allowing this other man to be so close to her and his son! Vegeta was beyond pissed. Shutting the gravity room off completely, he grabbed his towel, and his water bottle, and stormed his way towards the two humans.
Bulma smiled down at Trunks, holding him up as his arms started flailing around, his gurggles and giggles making her laugh lightly. She didn't notice Vegeta until he got closer, she could smell the sweat rolling down his chest, and she looked up, frowning. She hadn't seen him, or talked to him in two weeks, and now here he was, making himself apparent to the world. Bulma said nothing, looking back down at the baby in her arms.
"Woman." Vegeta growled, crossing his arms and shooting daggers in the other man's direction. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Vegeta? I'm sitting here with my baby, being a good parent." He could hear the stoic, egotistical way she spoke, and it made him even angrier, but at the same time, turned him on. She was always so stoic, so brave, not afraid to confront him, and talk back to him. It's what he liked about her.
"And what is he doing here?" Vegeta nodded towards the other man, snarling and scoffing. If there was one thing that was apparent, it was that Vegeta was jealous of Bulma and the other man.
"Yamcha is here to come with me to the park. Since the man I'm married to has decided to lock himself up in the gravity room for two weeks and be mad at his wife for something that she didn't even do, then I thought that I would ask my best friend to accompany me to the park with my son so that he can get some sunshine. But you don't care about that, do you, Vegeta?" She huffed, her eyes locking with her husbands. Dammit, she was looking at him with those eyes that drove him absolutely mad.
"You're the one who got mad at me, woman!" Vegeta wasn't going to win this fight, he knew it. He had lost the previous one to begin with. Her parents had found out about their marriage, Bulma having accidently left the paperwork on the desk in her office, to which her mother had found it, and planned a surprise party for them. Neither of them knew about it, but Vegeta ended up blaming Bulma for the incident, saying that it was her fault, and that she had told her parents, when in fact, she had not.
"You're the one who accused me of lying!" If there was one thing Bulma was good at, it was yelling. She handed Trunks over to Yamcha, and stood up, her hat falling off her head from the speed of her motion. She marched up to Vegeta, and looked up at him. "I told you that I didn't do anything, that it was an accident, and you got angry and started yelling at me! Of course I would get mad over that! And if I remember correctly, you screamed back just as loud! And then you shoved me! You should be glad that I didn't tell anyone what you did, or you'd probably be dead right now!"
Vegeta didn't know what to say, so he crossed his arms, and tried to look away. But Bulma was too close, her scent was intoxicating, he had been wanting to be close to her again, his body had been craving hers, and now here she was, and he couldn't touch her. It was the worst kind of torture, he finally agreed to himself. Yamcha watched in shock as the two continued to fight, or more of, Bulma continued to yell at Vegeta.
"Hey B, w-why don't we just go to the park before it gets too late?" Yamcha said quietly, trying to make light of the situation. One would think that a great fighter like himself would be able to handle a marital spout, but in fact, he would prefer fighting crazy aliens then have to deal with Bulma and her yelling. Bulma looked over at Yamcha, and decided that yes, she would in fact go to the park, with Yamcha, and Trunks, and leave her angry husband alone to think about what he had done. She walked over to the taller man, and smiled down at her baby again.
"She's not going anywhere!" Vegeta yelled, glaring at Yamcha, who winced from the look of pure terror. Vegeta continued. "Bulma is mine, and mine alone, and I won't allow a low life like yourself to come anywhere near her without my permission!" Bulma's eyes widened, as the other used her name. Well, that was a new one. Vegeta made his way to the pair, pulling Bulma away from the other man, before carefully pulling Trunks from Yamcha's arms. "And my son will not be held by you, either. He could probably kill you at this point, with just his pinkie." Bulma grabbed Trunks from Vegeta, still staring at him in shock, as Vegeta growled again, causing Yamcha to take a step back.
"Yo, man. I didn't mean any harm by it! I-I mean B and I are over, I know that for a fact. She's a married woman after all, ahahaha." Yamcha scratched the back of his head, but Vegeta was not convinced, one bit.
"I saw you kiss her. If you touch her again, without my permission, I will end you. There will be no more Yamcha. And this time, I will make sure that the dragon balls can't wish you back."
"Vegeta! That's rude!" Bulma exclaimed, smacking Vegeta on the shoulder lightly. She was glad that he was being so defensive of her, but at the same time...Yamcha was her friend, and her previous lover, and she still considered him quite close to her. "Yamcha, I'll call you later, okay?" She sighed, and the other man nodded, getting the hint that she wanted to talk with her husband alone. Yamcha bowed his head, before pulling out his capsule and throwing it, revealing his hoover car, and getting in, waving as he took off into the air. Bulma then sat back down on one of the benches, cradling Trunks who had fallen asleep. "So, you finally decided to come out of that room. Are you finally going to apologize?"
"The Prince of Saiyans won't apologize to anyone." Vegeta huffed, sitting down across from her, and crossing his arms. "But I do regret shoving my woman." He looked away as he said the last part, his eyes averting hers, not wanting to look at how beautiful, yet sad she looked. Bulma stood up, and made her way to Vegeta, sitting down next to him.
"I forgive you, you know." She said quietly, leaning her head against Trunks', who was slightly drooling on her shoulder. "We were both at fault, and yet, I took my anger out on you, just as you did with me. I was very surprised when you shoved me, though. But you know, married couples fight. And this isn't the first time we've fought." She scooted a little bit closer to him, their bodies almost touching. "I love you, you know. And even if you don't say you love me, I can tell, just by the way you treat me. You don't let anyone else near me, especially men. But you know, I can take care of myself." Bulma's lips were suddenly against Vegeta's cheek, and she grinned against his ear. "If you'd like to make it up to me, meet me upstairs in ten minutes. I have to put Trunks to bed, but then...I'm all yours." She grinned, and bit the tip of his ear, which sent a shiver down his spine. Damn that woman, she knew his weak point! Standing up, Bulma began walking to the house, swaying her hips a bit as she walked. Oh god, was she tempting.
She had missed this. The way he felt against her, the way he felt inside her. They had been at it for two hours, and neither one of them were finished. Bulma had already orgasmed more times than she could count, and as he continued to thrust inside her, she continued to moan, clinging to anything and everything she possibly could. Her nails dug deep into Vegeta's back, and he hissed, as he continued to strike that spot inside her that drove her absolutely crazy. Her long, teal hair was sprawled out underneath her, and was probably a tangled mess at this point. But she didn't care, she was getting what she had been wanting for so long. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest, and loud, long pants escaped from both of their lips, as Vegeta crushed his against Bulma's, his tongue diving into her mouth, exploring her mouth. Her tongue slid against his, a long, deep groan escaping from her throat. She was reaching her end, and she knew that this would be it. When she finally hit her climax, she gasped, breaking the kiss to toss her head back, her insides clenching against him, her breathing slowing down slightly. Vegeta continued to thrust for a few more moments, before meeting his end, falling atop of her and staying still, trying to catch his breath.
He was so warm, she mused. She loved how warm he was. His eyes were closed, and he was resting his head against her shoulder. He wasn't asleep, but she could tell he probably would be, soon. Hard training, and then two hours of sex would wear anyone out. Her fingers ran down his back slowly, drawing circles along the various scars and shapes of his muscles. Oh, she had definitely missed this. Her darling husband was back in her arms, and she wasn't going to let him go anywhere for a while. Oh no, she had plans for him. Many long, sexual plans. A soft noise of approval escaped from Vegeta's lips, as he tried to move closer to Bulma. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close as he could be. "Love, we need to shower. We're all sticky." She laughed when he made a grunt against her, but after a moment, opened his eyes and slowly sat up. After a looong stretch, Vegeta stood up, making his way to the bathroom to shower. Bulma stayed still for a moment, before sitting up, herself. Her hair was a mess, the bed was a mess, and she was probably going to be sore when she got up in the morning.
She followed him into the bathroom, grabbing them towels along the way. The water was already running, and she dropped the towels next to the stall, before climbing in after Vegeta. She pressed herself against him, hugging him around the waist. His arms rested on her hips, as he leaned down to kiss her deeply. She accepted the kiss, parting her lips slightly, as he stayed gentle with her. This was a side of Vegeta that no one but her ever got to see, and she loved it. The way he gently pressed himself against her, pulling her in, as the water hit them, the steam surrounding them in warmth. The water felt good against her skin, and she stepped away from him after a moment to wash up. She normally took quick showers, where as Vegeta liked to take his time, often times spending two hours in the shower. What he did in there, she would never know. When Bulma was cleaned up, she kissed him again, before getting out and drying herself off.
With a towel around her torso, and a her hair twisted in a towel, she made her way back into the bedroom, surveying the damage. Well, this would have to be cleaned up. She gathered up all the sheets, throwing them into the corner of the room. That would be laundry for tomorrow. She pulled out a new pair of sheets, and began making the bed, smoothing it out perfectly. The pillows were fluffed, and then the comforter was thrown atop. It looked so comfortable, perfect for her and Vegeta to snuggle in. She slipped into pajamas, a simple tshirt that clung to her body, and a pair of boy short panties. She went to check on Trunks, who was asleep in his crib, and kissed him good night. When she returned, she saw Vegeta walking out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. Bulma plopped down on the bed, letting out a small giggle as the blanket floofed around her. Vegeta scoffed, but grabbed a pair of shorts from the dresser they shared. "You're such a vile woman, you know that?" Vegeta hissed.
"You're not much better, you jerk." Bulma responded quickly, sticking her tongue out. "You left some dark marks tonight. I won't be able to hide those."
"Good, you shouldn't. Now everyone will know you're mine." He huffed, crossing his arms as he settled himself on the bed.
"They should already know that I'm yours." She held up her hand, revealing the ring he had gotten her, twinkling in the light of the lamp next to them. "Besides, you said so yourself, that no one can ever come near me, so. I guess I'll never leave the house." Bulma laughed, laying down against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. "Although, you know I will leave. I always do. I love the adventure, unlike Chichi. I doubt I could ever live a simple life." She sighed a bit, closing her eyes. "Especially with you. There will always be an adventure with you, Vegeta. I hope you don't mind."
He switched off the lamp next to them, situating himself next to Bulma, his hands resting behind his head, as he looked up at the ceiling himself. "You talk too much, woman. But if you must go somewhere, I shall accompany you." Bulma didn't say anything, and Vegeta turned to look at her. She had fallen asleep, and he watched as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. She looked so peaceful. Leaning down, he covered her with the comforter, before pulling the blanket over himself, although he didn't need it, his body temperature was enough to warm both of them up. He made a disgruntled noise when she found her way to his chest, using him as a pillow, her arms wrapping around his waist, as she began to snore softly. He didn't miss this one bit. But his love for her allowed him to accept it.
If there was something worth protecting now, it was her. He had found his reason to stay on Earth. This horrible, vile woman had stolen his heart, and seduced him. He mentally cursed at himself, as he closed his eyes. Dammit, he knew she would even be in his dreams. She was haunting him, entrancing him, and making him feel things that he never wanted to ever feel. He didn't like it, but at the same time, he figured that he could get used to this simple life. At least for now.
It wasn't as bad as he thought, and as if he drifted to sleep finally, his mind was filled with the thoughts of his vile, yet gorgeous wife.