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Chapter 3
Several days had passed by since that morning and that conversation. Vegeta was in his GR, training or at least trying to train. His thoughts were not at what he was doing. His movements were done more by instinct that other thing.
His mind was somewhere else.
Never once again, she mentioned a word about that conversation. Not even a simple allusion.
In a way, Vegeta was relieved with that; but, on the other hand, he knew very well his wife to know it wasn't her usual practice.
It wasn't normal. It was too easy.
He growled and let exploded his ki.
He was actually frustrated by this situation.
Bulma was acting normal, like nothing happened, like this conversation never happened!
"Ahhhhhh," Vegeta screamed before he let his power down.
"Fine, after all maybe she understood!" He was half bent, his hands over his thighs, his head low. He was trying to catch his breath.
He smirked between two breathings, "What are you in mind Onna?" Something was up, he knew it, could even feel it. He had this particular little cramp in his stomach, and he had it only when something was going to happen. He shook his head.
"You can't let things like that. I know you more than yourself, I know you can't!" He got up, and took his towel. His eyes were darker than usual, a tension was emanating from his body. He smirked more; when he had this tension, only one thing could help releasing it.
He wondered where and what Bulma was doing. He almost smiled at his thought of her and about what he was going to do to her, when she would be in his arms.
That was strange, for years Vegeta was able to go to release his tensions with trainings, purges…he had always thought at that time those things were the best way to release him. How wrong he was!
Things are changed when he went to live at Capsule with her. At first, training helped him, a little. But with her presence, that was more and more difficult.
It was weird for him because the females had never really attracted him. Just once now and then, when he felt the need, if there was no other solution.
He wondered how he could not have been really active in his sexual life at those times, seeing how he was now.
He smirked. He knew perfectly the reason.
She wasn't there.
*Fortunately,* he couldn't help thinking with relief. He didn't want to think at what would have happened to her if she had been present. He shuddered almost involuntarily, and felt a sort of fear at that thought. Thank Kami, she wasn't there.
It was odd, even an unknown situation for him to feel not only fear, but above all feeling something for someone else than himself. Undoubtedly, this blue haired tempered woman had such effects on him.
She had the spirit, the force if not physical but mental of a saiyan. She was the one and only to whom he was attracted. When he realised it, he did everything to have her. She had to be his. And she was.
He sighed; until now, she seemed being glad with what they had. They didn't share a bond, but it was like they did. He had never trusted in anyone like her. Never had accepted things except from her. Never had been with someone like he was with her. Wasn't it enough?
Damned that harpy who talked to her about the saiyan bond!
He put his towel around his neck, looked at his shirt; he shook his head and let his shirt where it was. He knew her well and knew that the moment she would see him shirtless, she wouldn't be able to think straight.
Time was for him to look for his wife.
Fortunately, Bulma was working in her lab today. He smirked with anticipation. He contained himself to not run or fly literally there. Not that the envy wasn't present, but his pride stopped him from doing it. A part of his mind wanted to believe that she wasn't so necessary to him…that he wasn't so addict to her. So, he restrained himself from not running to her. Nevertheless, he couldn't escape a sigh of relief knowing that she was at home, their home.
Even if she was now the President of Capsule Corp., she tried as much as possible to stay at home to work. Not that Vegeta disliked this idea, on the contrary. It was more practical when he needed her to fix his GR, or when like now, he needed her…or when it was her who needed him. How many times, she made him stop his training…not that he complained about that. They had found a balance in their life. Balance that Vegeta didn't want to see disappear.
He respected her work and was proud of her, even if he didn't say it aloud. And for some reasons totally beyond him, she was proud of him. Proud that he was the father of her child. She loved him.
She had proven him more than he could remember her love for him, and he could see it in her fabulous blue eyes.
Whereas he walked to the lab, he stopped suddenly.
Why? Why did he deny her a part of him? She had given him everything; she gave her to him completely. She had even given him an heir.
"I can't", he whispered. He almost felt guilty at that.
He was in the middle of the corridor, just at some steps of the lab's door; he looked at this door where behind it his wife was. He could imagine her, feel her, and smell her.
He clenched his fists at his side, the feelings of shame and guilt were still present. He closed his eyes.
No, he wouldn't let those feelings guide him. He was a saiyan, a Prince, not a weakling. Those feelings were for the earthlings or for the third class clown. Not for him. He was a real saiyan and he would act as such.
He opened his eyes, this time, his mind was clear and all the doubts and feelings were evaporated. He knew what he needed to do and not to do.
His crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk was now well present over his lips as he looked at the door. With a soft chuckle, he walked again. She was his woman, failing that she was his mate. And he was sure, he would remember her that. She was his.
With an evil smirk and his eyes still darker that usual, he opened the door of the lab.
When he opened it, he can't help exclaiming a "What the hell?" when he saw the scene before him.
End Chapter 3