Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z... I wish I did. AAA LOOK AT ALL THOSE HUNKY MEEEN
A/N: Ah. It's been too long. I am sorry. I am working really hard and well you know how it is.
I am happy with the reviews and follows I've been getting with this story, being my first dbz fic and all. Keep up the reviews! I am really really pumped with this story. again sorry for the wait. Hope you guys can understand I do a ton of other things. 3
Lost in Paradise
Morning came
And He thought that maybe he was going to be waking up next to Bulma but this wasn't the case. Not today. He frowned at that. He didn't want to be alone. Not yet.
The saiyan prince pulled the covers off his body and looked at the empty side of the bed. He wasn't pleased. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He roamed around his bedroom and found his boxer brief in the far side of the room, next to the door. He smirked at the memories of last night activities. He had missed the woman; probably a little too much for his liking.
Only he needed to know that.
He slipped into his underwear and opened the door, walking out and heading to the large kitchen.
He found her there, in what seem to be a baby doll, making some pancakes. He frowned deeply and crossed his arms over his scared chest. "What do you think you are doing?"
Bulma jumped at the sound of Vegeta's booming voice. She turned around and looked at him in all his half naked glory. She gulped and waved her spatula at his face. "Damn it, Vegeta! What do you think I am doing? Cooking us some breakfast."
"Where are your parents? Why are you dressed like that? Where is our son!?"
"Out, I just woke up and Trunks, both adult and baby are with my parents." She raised her eyebrow at him and went back to flip some pancakes. "Does that answer your questions?"
"So there is no one but us in this blasted place?" He asked leaning on the fridge as he watched her.
"Yep." She didn't turn to look at him. She knew the effect he had on her, so she concentrated on making maybe another stack of pancakes.
"Good." He walked up to her, wrapped one arm around her hip and kissed the back of her head. "I want those pancakes in my bedroom. Hurry up."
"Why yes master." She teased and he smirk right back at her before going back to his room. He sat down in the middle of the bed and then decided to lay down. What has his life come too? One day he was fighting to escape, the next he was heading to earth.
He frowned at the memories.
After that he was he was heading for Namek, finding the other sets of dragon balls, then Freeza, the androids…
He stared at the ceiling. Now he was waiting for pancakes made by the beautiful genius who just happened to be the mother of his son.
How did this happen?
His eyes fell on her as she walked into the bedroom with a tray filled with pancakes, just for him, he hoped.
"Hope you are hungry" She said as she sat down beside Vegeta and handed him the tray. "Don't get used to it. I just happen to be cooking for myself." She lied
"You weren't going to make some for me?"
"No." She sighed and lay down beside him as she watched him pick the fork and inhale the pancakes.
"Tough luck." He said in between mouthfuls.
Bulma couldn't help but smile. "Vegeta. We need to talk."
He groaned and rolled his eyes.
"I am serious." She propped herself on her elbows and watched the now half empty plate. " We need to set this straight. I want to know where we – " She couldn't complete her sentence. Somehow Vegeta had shoved a whole pancake inside her mouth shutting her up immediately.
"That's more like it." He muttered and turned back to his plate.
After gulping down the pancake she punched his side and then regretted her decision when she felt a sharp pain from her knuckles to her elbow. Damn saiyans. They are built like bricks! "Hey! I could've choked to death."
"A dream come true." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tried his best to ignore her presence.
"Vegeta!"
"What do you want!? What is it!?" He snarled.
"Are you staying or not?!"
He stared at her blue eyes for what it seemed an eternity. He rolled his eyes and moved the tray to the night stand beside the bed. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I am not."
"Where else could I possibly go?"
"Are you asking me, Vegeta?"
" … Who else is in this god forsaken room?" He leaned closer, while she leaned back. She wasn't scared of him. She was rather scared of the answer. "Tell me. Where else could I go?"
"I don't know. Maybe somewhere I am not around to bother you and cook you some pancakes. Somewhere where Trunks' crying won't steal away your sleep?"
"Sounds like paradise to me." He pulled away and stood up from the bed. "Clearly you over think things."
"I do?"
"Yes. I have nowhere else to go. "
"So, are you staying?"
He grabbed hold of a random dark shirt from his drawer and turned to look at her. "You are annoying me to no end, Bulma."
She sighed. "Yes or no."
"Yes." He groaned and pulled the shirt over his head.
"Great!" She jumped to her feet. " Now that I got your answer I will give you your present."
Vegeta watched the genius jump from the bed and ran over to him. He tilted his head to the side and began to wonder if he should take his shirt off or not. "What present?" He felt a tingle of excitement forming on the pit of his stomach yet he didn't show it, at least not yet.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and ran off to her room.
Vegeta let out an annoyed grunt and went back to pull some shorts on. In seconds, Bulma was back in the room, slapping a piece of paper over his bottom.
"Stop your games and disrespect." He growled before she moved in front of him and slapped the papers on his chest. "What the hell is this?"
"Your present." Bulma smiled and sat down on the bed. "Go ahead read it."
Vegeta unfolded the papers and ran his eyes over what it seemed to be some kind of blue prints. "G.R.?" He raises his eyebrow and glared at Bulma.
"Gravity room." She answered back, a smile painted on her rosy lips.
"Hnn?"
"I am going to build you a training gravity room inside the building. We all know how you hate every living creature in this planet so that way you won't have to have any contact with them… or go outside for that matter."
"Good."
"Does it please my prince?"
Vegeta couldn't help but let out a proud smirk He walked over to her, sat down beside Bulma and nodded. "Greatly." He leaned forward and kissed her collar bone.
"Do I get a present?"
"Probably. If you shut your mouth." He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her in to lay down with him.
"Sounds like a plan." She giggled as she covered his thin lips with hers
Everything felt the same.
He was in his room studying. His grandfather had left to go visit the village for a couple of days while his mother was somewhere around the house doing house work. Everything remained the same. If his father were still alive he would either be sleeping, out training or hunting or trying to steal his son for some fin time at the river.
Yet, there he was, tapping his pencil on his notebook, staring at a math problem. Where in the world did his mom find this one?
Gohan sighed and scratched his forehead with the pencil's eraser. He made some quick calculations on a piece of paper beside him and then let out a small curse. "This is impossible." He stood up, gathered his math book and notebook and went in search of his mother.
He found her in her room. She was putting the laundry basket aside while standing up and looking to the small closet she shared once with Goku.
Chichi opened the closet for a moment. She was about to put her dresses inside until she saw the many orange shirts and pants. For a moment she stood there, taking the situation. She placed her dresses inside and took a deep breath and ran her fingers over the soft fabric.
She was the one that made those clothes for him. He liked being comfortable and since he always torn his clothes up in either battle or during training sessions she had grown costume to make lots and lots of shirts and pants just for him.
She twitched. She took out one of the shirts and looked down at the Turtle emblem. She moved it to her nose and closed her eyes as she inhaled his scent. It was still there, mixed with her favorite fabric freshener but she could smell his essence.
She looked down at let out a soft smile before turning her gaze back to the closet. She blinked once, maybe twice as she tried desperately to hold back her tears. But she wasn't strong enough. She let out a frustrated grunt and began to pull Goku's clothes out of the closet and slam them angrily on the ground.
Gohan noticed the tears running down her cheek. He took a step forward but the woman was clearly blinded by rage.
She sobbed and muttered something about taking out the trash under her breath, not noticing that her son had entered her room, with a lost look on his face and a notebook in his hands.
"Mom."
She stopped dead on her tracks and glared at Gohan. She stood up straight, moved a loose strand of hair away from her face and wiped her tears. "Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
She tried to steady her breathing. She looked down on the ground and saw the mess she had created. She thought her words over as she tried to answer her son as calm and collected as possible. "I want to throw this away…"
"Mom. Don't"
"I can't have it in here taking up space, Gohan."
"Then put it in a chest or something and put it somewhere else but please don't throw away Dad's things…" Gohan whispered as he moved closer to his mom. "Do you need any help?"
Yes. I need all the help I can get. "I am fine, Gohan."
"No, you are not. Stop acting like you are." He placed his notebook and book on top of the bed and kneeled down. He grabbed his father's clothes and began to fold them.
"Gohan. I can do it."
"I know you can. I want to help." Gohan said as he placed a shirt over a folded pant. "Come on."
Chichi exhaled exasperated. She turned to the closet and pulled out more of Goku's clothes. She grabbed an armful of shirts before noticing at the foot of the closet a large photo album.
She frowned threw the clothes aside and grabbed hold of the photo album. Another one. She thought to herself before sitting down beside Gohan. "Look." She whispered bumping her knee with her son's as she sat down with her legs crossed.
"An album." He said before finishing his tower of clothing. "Is it like the other?" He asked before grabbing the album and opening it.
"The other one was the wedding album and your baby pictures…" She said as a soft blush crept her way to her cheeks. "I should get it and put in the chest too…"
"Why?" Gohan asked looking up to his beautiful mother.
"I just…"
"I know it's hard but putting away everything that reminds you of him won't solve anything, Mom."
Chichi raised her eyebrows at Gohan. The kid was smart. Smarter than any kid his age. He was also strong and powerful. She sighed as a spark of pride ignited her heart. She patted his head and pulled him in to kiss his cheek. "I know sweet heart."
Gohan looked down and began to go through the pictures. The first one was a picture of his parent's wedding. Chichi was smiling widely while Goku was giving the camera shy sided smirk. Clearly he didnt know what he was getting himself into…
The next picture took Gohan by surprise. It had his father, sleeping with his arms spread wide, taking up all the space in the bed. Underneath the picture he could read in his mom's hand writing the words "Our first morning together. I couldn't sleep a wink."
Gohan couldn't help but laugh. "Did he kick you out of the bed?"
"More or less. He kept pushing me aside with his arms and legs. Not to mention, I wasn't used to sleeping beside someone." Chichi chuckled and turned the page. The next pictures were images of their parents in what seem to be a picnic.
There was a photo of Goku, eating some fruits and then, surprisingly, there was another photo of Chichi, looking into the water, completely oblivious of the camera beside her.
"This is all of you guys, huh?"
"Yep." Chichi said before placing her arm over Gohan's shoulder. "Us as newlyweds."
"Am I supposed to see this?" Gohan teased.
"Gohan, please…"
The boy chuckled and turned the page. "How was he like?"
"What do you mean?"
"When you got married? What was he like?"
"Annoyingly clueless…" Chichi said before a faint smile crept her way to her lips. "He had no clue about anything whatsoever but little by little he got the hang of it."
"That bad huh?"
Chichi took the album and closed it. "Kind of." She muttered and tossed the album inside the chest with Goku's clothes.
"Tell me the truth. Would you have done everything different if you had the chance?" Gohan asked as he casually scratched the back of his head, a habit he had inherited from his father.
Chichi pouted and titled her head, thinking. "I don't think so. If I hadn't married your father, you wouldn't be here."
Gohan couldn't help but smile. He stood up, patted his back and walked over to his mother. "I still need help with my math homework." He wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Wait for me in the living room I will be there in a second."
Gohan grabbed his notebooks from the bed and left the living room without looking back. He was happy with his mother's response.
Chichi let out a tired sigh and went back to look at the open chest. She leaned forward, grabbed the album before noticing a couple of pictures had fallen out of the album and unto her lap. She frowned and grabbed hold of the loose pictures.
Her heart almost sank as a pure shock of nostalgia ran through her body. One picture was Goku, with his mouth open as if he was whining about the camera flash. His hands were up, trying to cover his eyes. He was still wearing his all white wedding tux.
Chichi had to chuckle at that. The other picture was of him, with a newborn Gohan sleeping soundly on his naked chest while Goku slept on the living room sofa.
The last picture made her stomach turn. She didn't remember this picture being taken at all. It was a picture of her; sleeping and wrapped in white sheets. She could make out Goku's finger peeking from one of the corners of0 the picture. She turned the photograph and her eyes watered as she read the small message. "Her first morning with me."
Chic closed her eyes tightly and placed the three pictures inside the album, tossed it inside the chest and slammed it shut. How many pictures did he took? How many where hidden around the house?
She let out a laugh mixed with a sob. She covered her mouth and smiled warmly as memories of her first day with her husband came crashing down at full speed…
Read and review!
I do like Vegeta and Bulma. I do like 18 and Krillin. Now I ask you. Would you like to see a bit of 18 and Krillin in the fic?
I also got a lot of people asking to see Goku's PoV after blowing himself up. I am working on that. It wont be on the next chapter though. maybe in the next after it.
See you guys in the next chapter!
