Author's note: I don't own DBZ or Vegeta, no matter how much I wish I could... *leaves out Saiyan kibble*
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It was evening. The sun was beginning to set, a mix of colors staining the sky as the sun steadily lowered towards the horizon. There was also a light breeze that gently shook the trees around the complex. To anyone looking at the scene, they would view it as peaceful. A piece of beauty that was the result of a world that had been saved. But to the two beings who were currently standing across from each other, it was anything but.
Vegeta stared intently at Bulma, his arms crossed firmly across his chest. Bulma stared right back at him with a similar stance. The air around the two was explosive even though neither had spoken.
Vegeta found himself feeling oddly unsure of the situation. He had flown back to the Capsule house after their victory over Cell. He had felt triumphant and was ready to be worshipped as an almighty warrior who had saved their pitiful planet. So he had flown to the only house he knew of. The only place he had felt relatively accepted. Only to encounter the complete opposite. While the older Trunks had been greeted with tears and happiness, he had been met with a glare.
Trunks had hurriedly gotten out of the situation when the blue fireball had told him to go in the house. That had probably been about fifteen minutes ago. And the damn woman had not said a damn word. She only stood there with a scowl that was almost as impressive as his own.
Vegeta found himself becoming annoyed at this little display. They were safe. What did the woman have to be angry about? He needed her to just let him rest after his fight and then they could engage in some well-deserved fucking.
He grinned at the thought which apparently was enough to trigger something in the woman since she let out a long sigh. Her hand moved to prop on her hip as she gave him a pointed look.
"What are you doing here, Vegeta?"
"I would think it obvious. Aren't you the one who always loves to comment on my stench, yet here you are, standing in the way of my hygiene."
She shook her head, her eyes closing as a vein popped out in her forehead. A very unattractive vein.
"This is not your house, Vegeta. You can't just come and go as you wish."
His eyebrows furrowed, wondering at the change in the woman. She had been all too ready to offer him a place to stay after Namek. And now she wanted to talk about personal property?
Even though Vegeta felt annoyed by her sudden change, he also felt a pinch of something else. He didn't have a home to go to. His home was gone. He had once been a prince of an entire planet, an entire race of people. And now he was homeless.
He had come back to the house because it had not only been familiar territory but he also found himself warming to the idea of being a father. After he had viewed his older son in action, he couldn't help but feel a measure of pride in the boy. But could he ever doubt his son to be anything else? He had come from his genes. But he was also half-human. Which meant he needed to make sure the boy grew into an impressive warrior that would soar above the capabilities of Kakarott's boy.
He was the prince of his kind which meant all of his offspring would need to live up to the name.
This was not how he would have dreamed his kind would regain their strength but he would be damned if the Saiyan race would die off.
He clenched his teeth, unsure of how to proceed with the woman. He would not grovel at anyone's feet. He would much rather live in the forest than lower himself to begging anyone for shelter.
"I just saved your puny planet. You could be more grateful. But then again, you never did have manners."
He loved to see that fire light up her eyes. The way her chest would begin to heave with suppressed rage. He felt his cock harden at the thought of an upcoming battle.
"Actually, it wasn't just you, Vegeta. I know you can't see beyond yourself though. Maybe in your version, you somehow conquered every foe while everyone else cheered you on from the side lines. Honestly, I think your hair may be dark because your head has been shoved up your own ass for too long."
He glared, his fists balling at his sides as he began to stride towards her. He stopped suddenly when her hand came up towards him, more out of surprise than anything.
"Hold up there, big guy. Once again, I'm going to ask you. Why are you here?"
Vegeta continued to glare at her, unsure of what to say. He would never admit that he had nowhere else to go. Or that he secretly longed for someone to congratulate him on his battle prowess. What was the point of fighting if no one acknowledged his strength? Vegeta considered all of his options before answering with an acceptable, honest response.
"I am here to help raise the boy."
Those blue eyes studied him like he was a specimen underneath a microscope. Vegeta could practically see the wheels turning in her head yet her expression revealed nothing. Which was odd for the woman since she usually wore everything on her face so openly.
He watched her hand lower to her side and her body turn slightly.
"Fine. You may stay here. You are Trunk's father even though it seemed I did an amazing job even without you in the picture. I don't want to hear any complaining though. I enjoyed the silence of these past months without you barking at me constantly."
He started to follow her, his attention getting diverted by the way her ass swung in her tight pants. Vegeta was reminded of their last night together and found he was ready to repeat it. Wasn't that the reward a warrior was supposed to get once he returned home?
Vegeta forced his eyes upward when the woman stopped suddenly, her head turning to pin him in her icy gaze.
"I won't have Trunks getting attached to you just to have you leave again. If you stay, you stay forever. Got that?"
He said nothing as she continued to walk and he followed her. He did not know what to say. He had no idea where he would be in the future but right now his honor demanded that he train his offspring. He would accept nothing less.
Now if they could pummel Kakarott's brood together, that would be even better…
Bulma sat across from her baby, feeding him spoons of carrots as he giggled and shook his arms every so often. She smiled, cooing to him as she lured him into eating each bite.
"Woman, you are being too soft. You will refrain from making all those ridiculous sounds with your mouth."
And just as she had done a thousand times before, she openly ignored Vegeta and continued what she was doing. Even though he was living in her house, she didn't give him the time of day. Bulma was going to stick to her resolution.
However, even though she did not want him in her life anymore, that did not mean she was heartless. She knew he had nowhere else to go. She also found she wanted Trunks to know his father. Although the older version of him seemed to be developmentally fine, he still had a longing to know his father. Bulma had not been blind to the way Trunks had looked at his father. Her heart clenched as she thought of all the horrors her son had to see. Her future self had saved her son but at what cost? He lived in a world that was destroyed. But hopefully now that he had the strength, he would be able to defeat the androids and make a happier life for himself.
Bulma smiled warmly at Trunks, knowing deep within her heart that she would do everything possible to make sure he had a happy life. Would he fight when he got older? Probably. But she would try to shield him from as much pain as possible.
Bulma felt the agitated aura next to her and forced herself to keep a straight face. She knew ignoring him drove him crazy. Vegeta had tried to rouse an argument out of her ever since he had moved in a couple weeks ago. But she had met his arrogance with silence. Which only served to stir him up more.
The other thing that she knew contributed to his foul mood was the fact she had begun to lock her door and windows. She knew that because she had heard Vegeta curse one night outside of her door.
Had he thought he could use her at his whim?
Apparently, he underestimated her will power.
She was an extraordinary woman and deserved someone who loved her. Not someone who was power-hungry and would leave her to die if it meant he could get to something better.
"Woman, I know you can hear me. Unless your old age is starting to affect your hearing."
She tensed but let out a slow breath as she wiped Trunk's mouth.
"Come on, Trunks. Let's go to the park and we can put you in your favorite swing!"
Bulma made sure to lay the baby talk on thick as she picked Trunks up and walked out of the kitchen with him, not sparing Vegeta a single glance.
Bulma secured Trunks in the stroller as she began to collect her bag that contained everything a mother could ever need. She bent down, lightly applying some sunscreen to Trunks as he sputtered and tried to push her away.
"Come on Trunks, hold still…almost there… Okay!" She straightened, smiling widely as she put the sunscreen away and moved to start pushing the stroller. Bulma would often take Trunks to different places, most frequently the park. Even though she was a busy woman with her inventions and trying to run a business, she also wanted to be a good mother. She wanted to make sure that Trunks got to experience everything in life. While she enjoyed the break, she also knew it had put an additional red mark on her career.
When you were surrounded with sexist assholes, having a baby only added to the reasons why they felt justified in stereotyping you.
She had made an appearance once or twice a month just to make sure things were moving smoothly and she wasn't left behind. But mostly, she worked from the comfort of her home and her father had begun to make more appearances in the office. She was fine with the current arrangement. But that could change once Trunks started to get older. Also, if Vegeta started to take over more roles…Currently he just followed her around the house and complained. Well, of course he also trained. She enjoyed those times more because it meant he was away from her.
There was one day she had noticed him scowling at Trunks and demanding him to walk. She had been aghast until she noticed the child trying to pull himself to his feet. Did the child naturally want to meet his father's expectations? Or was it a Saiyan thing? She wondered if she should ask ChiChi some questions…
Bulma looked at the sky thoughtfully, considering the reality that her son was half alien. Even though he appeared human, he still had different DNA. Which meant she could not raise him the same as a human… Though Goku seemed to turn out fine.
Bulma was forced to stop suddenly when a body stepped directly in front of the stroller.
"Oh, what a cutie, and a hot mother to boot! I bet the child is proud to have a MILF such as yourself."
Bulma stared surprised at the young looking, scruffy man. As his words registered, she took a quick observation of his person. She saw that his hand was playing with something in his jacket pocket. A gun? A knife? Her eyes returned to his face that was currently leering at her, a couple of his teeth being vacant from his smiling mouth.
She was used to this. Many people knew who she was and also knew she had a ton of money. Which meant some would target her for that very reason. A young, frail woman with a baby, alone. What could possible by an easier target? Since it was in the middle of the day, not many people were out and about, especially in her neighborhood. He assumed it was perfect. Had he been watching her, waiting for his opportune moment?
She stepped around the stroller and moved closer to the man, effectively placing herself in between Trunks and the sketchy person. He smirked as he took her movement as surrender.
"Now look here, sweetness, all I need is whatever you have in that wallet of yours and any other valuables you have on you. I'd hate to hurt such a pretty, young thing like yourself or that cute baby of yours, so just hand it over and everyone will be happy."
Bulma did not like people threatening her or her child. She did not like it at all.
"Here's some advice I'll give to you. I would go back to where you came from and forget about my existence. If you are down on your luck-" Bulma noticed the sores and bruises on his arms. "There are some places you can go. One is the Lighthouse. It is about a quarter mile down this street on the right.
The man laughed, pulling out a knife from his pocket.
"You lil bitch. Don't say I didn't warn you! You could have made this easy but I don't mind a bit of a fight!"
Bulma moved before he could finish his sentence, pulling out a mini baton from the side of her belt and struck out, hitting the man in the side. The electricity immediately moved from the baton to the man, leaving him shaking, his eyes open in shock, as the voltage coursed through his body. Bulma pushed the man with the baton, watching with cold eyes as he fell to the ground, his body twitching as he faded into unconsciousness.
Bulma wiped off her baton, putting it back into its' hidden spot on her hip before turning back to the stroller, cooing gently to her child before she began pushing the stroller forward again. She began to hum happily as she passed the immobile body on the ground.
As she continued down the street, she didn't notice the shocked Vegeta who was currently running his gloved fingers through his hair. He had been ready to burst in and save the woman only to see her take down the target herself. She had apparently developed ways to protect herself. And he found himself feeling bereft. His duty was to protect his kin yet he was not even given that responsibility.
What the fuck was he supposed to do?
He found himself watching Bulma's ass as she sauntered down the street, his groin tightening instantly. He groaned to himself, cursing every deity in existence.