Chapter 10: Vulnerable

Bulma's nails scratched Vegeta's muscles very lightly: he slightly arched his back as she kissed and nibbled her way down towards-

Wait a minute, he had never agreed for that. His head rose and his mouth opened to snap something, but then her lips reached their destination and his head fell back on the pillow, a light moan replacing the nasty comment without his consent. How did she dare, she had absolutely no right to put him at her mercy like that, but his body and mind both felt too lazy to complain. His fist clutched on the sheets when she allowed him further into her burning mouth, playing so delightfully with her tongue around his cock: his back arched of its own accord and he deeply breathed in. It honestly felt damn good, so good he had to bit his tongue not to plead but he would not. She wouldn't win this.

Or so he believed, but then the damn woman decided to take it to the next level.

"Bulm-AH!"

His legs trembled as he called her name, his fingers dug into her blue hair and he pushed his hips up, meeting with her mouth one last, delightful time. A satisfied smirk on her lips, she crawled up towards him, and he scowled. It was more than just sex between them now: it was some sort of a struggle for domination, and she'd most definitely won that round. She kissed him and he flipped her on her back, pressing her body against the bed.

If you wanna play like this, woman...

"Bulma?" Chichi said, her eyes slightly widening in surprise when she saw her friend in the doorframe.
"Hi, uh..."

Bulma streched her neck so that she could see inside the house.

"Is Goku around?"
"No," Chichi replied, "I'm sorry, he's somewhere in the mountains training with Gohan and Piccolo, I guess you could find them if you searched-"
"No, no," Bulma quickly responded, "As a matter of fact, I was hoping he wouldn't be here. I've, I've got to speak to you, are you busy?"
"Oh, no, not at all, please, come in," she said, stepping aside to allow the blue-haired woman to enter the house. "Have a seat, would you want something to eat? I've just baked a cake - or perhaps a drink?"

The scientist dropped on the couch, shaking her head.

"Just a glass of water, thanks. I'm not really feeling well enough for a cake."
"Are you sick?" Chichi asked, obviously concerned.
"No, don't worry. I'm in perfect health."
"This isn't about another of your diet now is it? You look absolutely stunning, you don't need-"
"This isn't it either," Bulma replied, taking the glass of water with a faint smile. "I'm really sorry for coming here without calling, it's just that... I've got to talk to someone and you're the only one I can speak to."
"Is this about Yamcha again?" Chichi asked in a sigh, sitting next to her friend.
"Yamcha and I broke up. Well, it's more like he broke up with me."
"Oh my, Bulma, I'm-"
"But this isn't why I'm here," Bulma interrupted, cutting Chichi in the middle of her sentence. "It was one month ago, I'm ok with it now. I would've dumped myself too you know."
"Then what's the matter today?"

Bulma took a sip from her glass - which actually had far more to do with her trying to get herself extra time to think about what she was about to say than her being thirsty.

"I think..."

Bitting her bottom lip, Bulma bobbed down. She swallowed, though nervosity had suddenly made her mouth so dry she hardly had any saliva to swallow now.

"No, actually I know, I took a test this morning - oh, God, Chichi, I'm in big - I took a pregnancy test and it came out freaking positive," she finally said, speaking so fast that Chichi barely had the time to hear her.
"You... you're-"

Chichi blinked several times before being able to forme a correct sentence:

"Are you sure? Those tests can be mistaken-"
"It's not a mistake," Bulma sighed, "Though I wish it was. I took three others just to make extra-sure, the lady at the drugstore thought I was some sort of a freak."
"Oh my God, Bulma... how... how are you going to tell Yamcha?"
"Oh well I wish I had to tell Yamcha. It would be much easier than telling..."

She wanted to say "Vegeta", but she could not. It was on the tip of her tongue, yet she swallowed back inside and said:

"The real father."
"Y-you mean-"
"Yeah," Bulma dropped, getting on her feet. "I mean. It's not Yamcha, it can't be. Dates won't match him."
"But then who?"

Bulma looked away, her gaze ending on a picture on the coffee table. Her chin trembling, she took the golden frame in her cold hand: Goku was holding a younger version of Gohan and smiling to the camera as Chichi's arms were wrapped around his neck. She was smiling, too. A family. Happy and united. Before she could even realise that her blue eyes were getting watery, a tear rolled down her pale cheek as it occured very painfully to her that she would never have such picture in her own living room.

"Bulma? Bulma, for heaven's sake, say something-"

Never would her own child be held in his father's arms like Gohan. Never would he - or she - see her and Vegeta as a happy couple, because they were not a couple, let alone a happy one. The frame slipped away from her fingers, falling on the couch, but Bulma did not even see it, for she was so blinded by tears that she did not even see her friend approaching. She felt arms around her and, without thinking, she just took refuge in them.

"Promise you won't tell anyone," she whispered to Chichi's ear. "Not even Goku. Promise you'll even lie if you must."

She'd never felt so vunerable and fragile. She wanted children, all right, but later. Not now that androids were about to come and try to kill everybody, and especially not with Vegeta. That was not what she wanted for her child or herself. She did not even feel ready to have a child with Yamcha, she felt they weren't solid enough as a couple to form a family. And now... her child would be lucky if he ever got the chance to actually know who his father was.

"I promise, Bulma... you know I wouldn't betray you."

She sniffed and moved back, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Vegeta," she finally admitted in a low murmur.
"Ve...? The, the Vegeta I'm thinking about?"

Bulma glared at her, though she didn't have the strength to make it look any threatening.

"How many Vegeta do you think I know?" she spat. "Yes, yes, Vegeta, dark flame-shaped hair, scars all over his chest, obsessed by the idea of being the strongest in the Universe, the only surviving Saiyan besides Goku, the one and only Vegeta, dammit Chichi!"
"You don't need to yell at me, Bulma," Chichi said, crossing her arms.

Bulma sighed heavily and allowed herself to fall on the couch again, next to the family picture she had taken from the table.

"How did that happened?"
"Chichi, you're a mom, I don't think I have to explain you how babies are made."
"No, I meant... you're dating Vegeta?" she asked carefully.

Bulma bit her bottom lip nervously - Chichi had a far more traditionnal vision of these things than herself. She trusted their friendship but she still feared she would judge her.

Well, I've started my story - I might aswell finish it so she can see how big of a mess I'm in.

"Not really," she started off slowly. "I've been... no, we've been sort of... attracted, and to make a short story..."

The blue-haired woman grunted, obviously giving up her attempt to find a politically correct way to express it:

"Bulma, everyone can make a mistake-" Chichi cut her, trying to comfort her.
"Yeah well I've been doing lots of them lately, and every single one of them involved Vegeta."
"You mean more than once? Bulma, Vegeta he's, he's a- how could you-"
"I know," Bulma said, "And never mind this attraction right now, Chichi, what the hell am I going to do? I've... I can't have a child with Vegeta! Do you see him taking care of a kid, I mean I'm not even sure he's going to stay on Earth after the androids are defeated!"

She shook her head.

"I wanted children, b-but not like this... not if the kid can't have this," she said, gesturing towards Chichi's family picture.

Bulma lowered her head, staring at her feet.

"Do you realise that my child isn't even born yet and I already suck at being a mother?"
"You don't, and this is all to easy," Chichi growled. "He can't leave you like that, he must take responsability."
"You have got to be kidding me - that's Vegeta you're talking about," Bulma sighed.
"Did you tell him?"
"Of course not."
"But you'll have to," Chichi said, putting a soft and comforting hand on her arm.

Bulma closed her eyes: she feared Vegeta's reaction very much. What if it scared the shit out of him so much that he just left the planet forever?

"I know," she whispered.

What if... he stopped looking at her with those eyes?

End of the chapter: THERE YOU GO folks :D took a bit longer, but the chapter was a bit longer to (erm nooo I'm not looking for excuses...) next chapter will be more on Vegeta's side... just so you know!