CHAPTER FOUR- Lust and Regret
*Author's Note- I apologize if this chapter is a little rushed for your liking. Or too perverted (muahahahaha) I couldn't think of any other way with Bulma and Vegeta to make up without making it too short, so I added this wonderful sex scene (Sorry all you squeamish people out there!!) Enjoy JJJ
Vegeta hesitantly stepped into Capsule Corp., knowing his angry wife was inside. He found her on the couch, hugging her knees, looking as if she had been crying. Something in his stomach made a jerk, and he felt like puking. I did this to her. I made her cry those tears. The emotion wasn't something he felt often. Regret.
When the door shut behind him, Bulma looked up at the sound, and spotted him. Her eyes welled with fresh tears. She opened her mouth to say something, but Vegeta put up a hand, signaling for her to stop.
"You don't have to say anything. I acted foolish. Maybe you did, and maybe you didn't. It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have hurt you. If you want, I will leave and never come back."
The aqua-haired woman shook her head no and embraced her husband as tight as she could. Vegeta nearly fainted with relief, and that was when he realized how much he needed her, how much he loved her. And why he got as angry as he did when he smelled that bastard on her. "I have to know…Did you have sex with him?"
Silence. Then, Bulma looked into his jet-black eyes. "No, Vegeta. I didn't."
She's lying. Vegeta held her tighter, stroking the soft, blue hair. "Okay." He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "I believe you."
He's lying. Bulma could tell by the way he didn't look her eye-to-eye when he talked, that he was lying through his teeth. "I asked him about it, Vegeta. He had just had…relations with some woman, and hadn't taken a shower yet, filthy creature that he is. Why won't you just believe me, honey?"
He swallowed the dryness in his throat, and tried to speak clearly. "I can't help but think it. If you could smell a woman's scent on me, wouldn't you automatically think I had slept with her?" He wouldn't admit it, but he very relieved to hear what she had told him. She wasn't cheating on him…hopefully. The prince supposed he could live in denial for just a few more nights.
"If I didn't know you better, yeah. I guess I would. I guess I should have realized that." She smiled up at him, and pressed her lips against his.
Vegeta wrapped one arm around her waist, kissing her back, feeling her spine beneath the thin fabric, touching the waist band of her bra. He slipped his hand underneath to get a better feel, but was stopped by a small hand.
The blue eyes he had come to love shined like sapphire when she leered up at him, obvious seductive thoughts already rushing in and out of her mind. "Upstairs. Now."
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The sheets beneath them were silk, soft and luxurious to the touch. Vegeta slowly, gently kissed his wife, tasting her with a teasing tongue. Releasing her lips, he licked and kissed his way down her quivering body, stopping shortly at each breast, suckling each hardened nipple. He smirked as she let out several gasps, and tightened her grip on his upper arms. Lowering his lips, he placed his tongue between her legs, and forced his tongue into her moist insides.
Bulma moaned with ecstasy, and tightened her legs around his upper torso, arching up her hips. "Oh," she groaned silently. She could feel something inside her tightening, filling her with pleasure. She kept quiet by biting her lower lip, not wanting to wake her kids. The man has a magic mouth. But she wanted more. "Ve-Vegeta. M-More," was all she could manage.
The prince obeyed and quickly moved his mouth back to her lips, and giving her a quick kiss before driving, quite forcibly, into her.
She screamed, but it was muffled by the man's mouth over hers. Her moans of pleasure were matched with each stroke, as he drove deep inside her, reaching a place no other man could before.
Vegeta was concentrating like crazy, trying his best not to rush it, trying to enjoy every minute. Just her cries alone were enough to set him over, and he didn't want to end it yet. He wanted her to enjoy every minute, too. And deep down, he knew he was proving himself to her. That he was better than Yamcha. At everything.
Soon, the soft, gentle beat was replaced by the familiar hard strokes of the Sayian Prince as he succumbed to his feral sense of nature. His grunts came faster and longer, turning into soft groans, which vibrated her throat as he nuzzled her neck.
It hurt her at first, like it usually did, but it was soon replaced by utter pleasure. She would never admit it to anyone how much she liked it rough, but she enjoyed it to the point of lunacy. "Oh God!" She yelped softly, feeling both Vegeta's lips on her breasts, and his manhood thrusting deep inside her. Her abdomen tightened, and she cried with ecstasy as she came.
Vegeta was a few steps behind her, coming deep inside her with a loud groan, before collapsing beside her, not wanting to squish her with his weight.
They laid there, listening to each other pant heavily, too tired to talk, too tired to move for the rest of the night. "Bulma…?" Vegeta was the first to talk. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, of course." She always loved the way he asked if she was alright when they finished. As if she was some sort of delicate flower. Hell, maybe she was, especially compared to that monster of power. "Are you?"
He hesitated before answering with a simple, "Yes."
A quick glance at the alarm clock informed them that it was 3:00 A.M. The prince subdued a yawn before turning on his side to face his wife. "Want me to turn off the lights?" He asked, sitting up already.
She barely nodded, eyes drooping with sleep. "Yea-Go 'head," she muttered, pulling the blanket over her head.
Vegeta stood to his feet, feeling quite exhausted himself. Before shutting off the light, he pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. He shut off the light, and left the room, silently closing the door behind him.
The house was asleep for the night, the only sounds were snores coming from the kid's bedrooms, soft breathing from Bulma, and the heavy wind outside forcing itself against the windows. He smiled to himself, thinking of his loving family momentarily, then his mind went back to its original plan.
Silently, he crept down the blood-red carpeted steps, wincing every time one groaned under his weight. Like I'm that fat, he grumbled in his mind. He knew the minute that he would pick his feet up and float downstairs, Trunks would sense his chi and come running down. So he had to snake his way down the staircase.
Several minutes and creaky steps later, Vegeta finally made it to the landing, and walked into the kitchen. The linoleum tiles were cold under his bare feet as he tiptoed across the floor, to the phone laying on the hook. They may be sleeping. But I have to know.
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By the time Goku had teleported his wife to the house, Chichi was fast asleep. She was cradled in the tall Sayian's arms, her head rested against the sculpted chest. Soft snores and murmuring escapes her lips.
He sneaked into the living room, being careful not to wake the youngest sleeping upstairs. Quietly, he crept up to the bedroom and placed her in the large bed, and returned back to the living room to shut the open front door. It wasn't until he checked on his seven year old son to see if he was doing okay, that he finally allowed himself to collapse on the couch.
He sighed, thinking back to the hospital, the look in his wife's eyes when she had came out. I could be overreacting. The exhaustion could just have made it look as though she had bad news…yes that's it. I bet it's nothing to worry about.
Silence overleapt the small house, giving off a sensation of emptiness. The house was old, and usually creaked and squeaked all night. But then, it was as still as a brick wall. Goku swallowed, afraid to make a sound, afraid to think too much. The pressures of the day were starting to set in.
The phone rang, making the Sayian jump, heart pulsing. It sat on the oak table, jarring slightly, as another rang rocketed through the house. Clearing his throat, he answered it. "Hello?" He whispered.
"Kakarott?" Came the prince's voice.
Of all the people. "Vegeta, I can't talk. Everyone is asleep-"
"I waited in that damn hospital so long my back is weeping with pain. I think I deserve some information."
Goku held his breath and counted to ten, trying not to snap at the older man. "I don't know anything, either. When she wakes up tomorrow, I will tell you. Now go to sleep and don't call back until tomorrow." He slammed the phone down, and tried desperately not to break something, or to breakdown and cry.
This attitude was abnormal for the human-lived Sayian, he usually was pretty happy-go-lucky. But the possibility that his son could be…that his son might…His stomach suddenly lurched, and he ran to the back porch.
Violently, he puked over the railing, into Chichi's rose bush. His throat burned as the acidic fluid raced up, stomach still churning almost angrily. The taste was bad enough to send him into another set of convulsions, until he was finally able to calm down and take a breather.
He sat on the lawn chair, rubbing his upset stomach, grimacing at the horrible taste plastered onto his tongue. If he really is…going, then how could I deal with it? How could I bear to lose him…again? I couldn't-wouldn't-forgive myself if he did…
*Author's After-Thought* I know Goku's part was sorta short in this chapter, but I promise he will get more time. And I also promise that things will start to get a little more dramatic soon!! JJJ Again, sorry for the short chapter, and again, thank you so much for your nicey nice reviews(I even like the criticizing ones *cough* FanFicMogul *cough* No, but you know I love you!!) Okay, I am going to go now before I start to babble. Bye!!
