New Beginnings – Chapter 7

Previously

Vegeta levitated from the water and handed Trunks to Bulma, "I was hoping your parenting skills were at least better than your cooking. I see I was wrong." Without another word he flew off. Yamcha, who had been silent since Vegeta appeared released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

After the incident earlier that day with Vegeta, Bulma had decided to avoid pushing her luck with Vegeta. She was still mad that he had been ignoring her but was certain that Yamcha's presence had sparked a bit of jealousy in her Saiyan Prince and was now thinking of a way to make that work to her advantage. Therefore dinner was fast approaching and Yamcha was still there watching a baseball game on the big screen T.V. in the living room and Trunks was playing in his play pen. Bulma looked at the clock. 5:45 pm. Vegeta would be making his way to his bathroom to shower for supper if he decided to show for dinner tonight and Bulma was betting he would. She sprang into action. She picked up Trunks and handed him to Yamcha, "Could you keep an eye on him for me for a few minutes, I need to grab something from the lab?" Yamcha looked nervously about, presumably for Vegeta, but before he could refuse Bulma was gone.

Moments ticked away and right on schedule Vegeta shut down the GR and headed towards his room, scowl set in place. Why is that weakling still here? Vegeta thought as he rounded the corner from the kitchen into the living room he spotted Yamcha on the couch with his son in his lap. Vegeta had about as much as he could tolerate. Something was going to have to be done to show this weakling he was not welcome here. His feet never missed a beat as he continued walking and made his way up the stairs. He was already annoyed at the past week's events and his own need to lay claim to his territory earlier that day at the pool, so this was definitely pushing it.

He showered and dressed and returned to the dining room. Bulma was helping her mother and Trunks was in his highchair banging a spoon on the table. Dr. Briefs sat at one head of the table and Yamcha in the other. On seeing Yamcha in his seat Vegeta let out a small growl. No one seemed to hear it except for Trunks who looked wide eyed at his father. Vegeta walked over to Yamcha and stared at him as if willing him to move by shear thought alone. Yamcha was however enjoying having the guest seat of honor and felt he had been there more for Bulma than Vegeta and therefore deserved the seat more. Vegeta beg to differ but was not about to ask him to move. If he did not understand his place it was up to his hosts to reprimand him. Then Vegeta noticed Bulma watching the situation out of the corner of her eye. She had done this to test him and he was not going to give her the show she wanted. When Yamcha did not move Vegeta growled again and left out the back door.

Bulma's heart sank when her plan backfired and only seemed to push Vegeta further away. She decided to change tactics and be sweet for Vegeta. Once everyone was served she fixed him a large plate and went in search of him, hoping he was still in the backyard. She searched for a dew minutes and then found him sitting under a tree, leaning against the trunk. He looked like he may be meditating so she said nothing but sat down next to him.

"What do you want Woman, I am in no mood for any further games tonight!" Vegeta said dryly to her. Bulma was taken back by Vegeta's indifference towards her. "I came to bring you this" she said in defeat. She was trying to be nice and getting no closer to him than she had been when giving him his space. Vegeta opened his eyes and looked down at her. Vegeta could still smell then faint scent of chlorine from the pool and the sun on her skin. Kami, she smells good. Her shoulders slumped as she took Vegeta's silence as further proof of his distance. She lowered her head slightly as Vegeta took the plate from her hands. Great, the only thing he cares about is food, I should have known. Before Bulma could get up and retreat Vegeta tossed the plate into the grass next to them and pulled her onto his lap so she was facing him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply letting out a deep growl that sent chills down Bulma's spine. "What magic have you cast over me that I have no power to resist you?" Vegeta whispered into her ear. Bulma's heart raced with excitement. He was finally acknowledging her and she had some idea why he had been so distant. A slight moan escaped her lips.

Vegeta took this as permission to continue as he flipped her onto her back and lay across her, careful not to let his weight crush her. Vegeta kissed her deeply and that old familiar need began to grow inside of her. This was the very inopertune time that Yamcha decided to check on Bulma. Vegeta sensed him coming but did not let up on ministrations. Let the fool see he is not welcome here, but I am Vegeta thought. Bulma remained unaware of the intrusion. Yamcha returned to the house and made his excuses for retreating from the compound completely. Once Vegeta was sure he was gone he began to try and remove Bulma's clothes but she stopped him, "Not here, someone might see us" she panted. Vegeta stopped and looked up at her, "Put the brat to bed. I will come to you later" he promised as he rolled off of her and picked up his plate. Bulma stood up and made sure she was covered before returning to the house. The rest of the night went as planned and Vegeta came to her private chambers.

They didn't talk but they did make love into the wee hours of the morning. Bulma woke with the sun high in the sky. Why had Trunks not woken me? She crossed her room and though her private apartment to Trunk's room but he wasn't there. The bars of his crib were broken. She threw on a housecoat and went to the kitchen to find her mother cleaning some dishes. Before she could ask her mother about Trunk's whereabouts her father entered. "Good morning Bulma. I have something I think you should take a look at" her father announced. Seeing an argument brewing he added, "It concerns Trunks." Bulma relented and followed her father to his private lab where he sat her down in front of the security system. "I was surprised when I got up this morning that the GR wasn't running. So, I decided to check on it. Nothing was out of order so I took a peek at the security camera and found this" he said as he flipped on the monitor to reveal Vegeta moving an orb of energy around the room slowly and Trunks was chasing it. Bulma beamed a smile at her dad as she pressed record. Finally Vegeta was taking an interest in his son and playing with him.

Bulma's heart was again singing and she returned to the kitchen. As Bulma sat sipping her coffee a short while later Vegeta entered his face set in a deep scowl. He carried Trunks by the straps of his overalls. He said nothing as he handed Trunks to his grandmother. A moment later the smell of a diaper in need of changing hit Bulma's nose as her mother exited with Trunks. Vegeta washed his hands and then poured himself a cup of coffee. He sat down across from Bulma. Bulma smiled up at him from her coffee. "What!" Vegeta questioned.

"It's so sweet, that's all!" she replied. "I have been called many things in many languages, but I assure you sweet is not one of them." He countered. "I still think you sweet, playing with Trunks like that." Vegeta coughed as he became strangled on his coffee. "Playing! Is that what you call it?! I was training the brat, not playing" he said indignantly and then added, "He should have had simple exercises like that many moons ago. He is behind in his training." Vegeta's voice began to rise. Bulma was now getting angry. She could not understand why he was so upset over spending time with his son, "Well, whose fault is that?" she countered as she stood up to emphasize her point. Vegeta also stood as he walked over to her, "If you had simply told me that you. . . that we. . . Oh bloody hell!" He ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to stop them from acting of their own accord. It didn't work. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close and kissed her. Bulma returned the kiss until Vegeta pulled away sensing her mother returning with his offspring.

Vegeta headed out the back door adding "You need to teach him to use the toilet!" as he went back to the GR. Bunny walked into the kitchen and handed Trunks to Bulma. He clapped his hands and pointed to the door, "Dada." Bulma smiled, "Yes honey, Dada."

Back in the GR Vegeta thought about the awkward start to this day. He heard the splintering of wood coming from the other room. He pulsed his ki to search for intruders but didn't find any. Instead he felt the familiar ki from his infant son from his bedroom indicating he was awake and on the move. Vegeta slipped from the covers and went to see what he was up to. When he entered the room he was surprised to see the bars of the crib broken and Trunks playing on the floor. Vegeta decided since they were the only ones awake he would test him and took him to the GR. Unfortunately Vegeta found he enjoyed training the brat and lost track of time and was caught playing with his son. Enough of this sentimental mush, Vegeta commanded himself as he powered up the GR.