A/N: This chapter contains a lemon, sex, smut, whatever you want to call it. If you don't want to read the lemon, it's denoted with ! at the beginning and end of the lemon, so you can skip right over it if you want without missing any plot.
The sound of the bedroom door opening abruptly caused them to separate, panting breathily and quietly as they looked towards the bathroom door, wondering who had come in. Goku stepped back from Vegeta while he was distracted, her eyes wide and head shaking slowly in denial.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta." She whispered as Vegeta spun around to look at her just in time to see her dematerializing from the room.
"Kakarot!" Vegeta hissed. "That stupid, selfish bas- er, bitch." Vegeta groaned quietly as he heard the opening and closing of drawers in the room. "How does she expect me to explain my presence in her bathroom when this person finds me here?!" When the noises continued in the bedroom, Vegeta looked towards the window as a possibility of escape. Unfortunately, it was one of those miniscule windows that he would never be able to fit through. He groaned in annoyance just as he heard footsteps approaching the bathroom door. Vegeta froze, gritting his teeth with frustration as he tried to quickly concoct an explanation for what he was doing in Goku's bathroom.
The doorknob slowly turned, and as the door creaked open, Vegeta huffed in dismay. The only things he could think up in that limited time were the many ways he could punish Goku for leaving him in this predicament. Vegeta stared towards the door as a stout figure glanced warily from behind it. His face quickly turned to a sinister smirk as he recognized the cowardly intruder, who was clearly up to no good.
"V-Vegeta!" The intruder exclaimed, jumping a foot in the air in surprise before quickly stepping back fearfully. "What are you doing in here?" He asked, his voice quivering in fear.
"I should ask you the same question." Vegeta said haughtily as he slowly and menacingly stalked his easy prey, who gulped warily and continued backing away until he had his back against the opposite wall of the bedroom.
"Please don't hurt me!" The little pig-nosed coward pleaded as he raised his hands in surrender. Vegeta smirked in amusement as several pairs of panties fell from one of the intruder's raised hands. He leaned over the coward domineeringly as he reached for a pair of panties, letting them hang from a pinky as he inspected them with a raised eyebrow.
"What's this?" Vegeta asked as he enjoyed tormenting his victim.
"N-n-nothing!" The little pig exclaimed as he extended his hands in protest. Vegeta looked at him knowingly as he tossed the panties aside.
"If you ever tell anyone you saw me here, I'll tell Kakarot what you were up to." Vegeta narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and smirked with another thought. "Then again, her wife was sleeping here, too. She might not go as easy on you as Kakarot." Oolong's bottom lip trembled worriedly as he nodded at Vegeta.
"You were never here!" Oolong exclaimed, his eyes widening hopefully as Vegeta eased off a bit with that statement.
"Good. Now get out of here!" Vegeta yelled suddenly and bitingly as the little pervert immediately scurried from the room.
Vegeta walked proudly from the bedroom, following a shaken Oolong down the hall. He was glad to escape that near problem, no thanks to Goku. Vegeta paused in the hallway for a moment, closing his eyes as he focused on the other Saiyan's ki. He couldn't get a read on it, which meant one of two things. Either she was suppressing her ki to remain hidden, or she was not on the planet. Vegeta growled angrily at the discovery. Not only did she abandon him, but she intended to remain hidden, for who knows how long. Well, he wouldn't waste his time trying to find her! Vegeta began walking down the hall as another person approached from the opposite direction.
"Good morning, Vegeta!" Gohan said happily with a wide smile as Vegeta marched towards him determinedly, scowling and ignoring the greeting. Gohan stilled warily in Vegeta's path after noting the lack of an answer and Vegeta's mood.
"Get out of my way!" Vegeta huffed as he passed Gohan, bumping him with his shoulder. Vegeta headed to his room, changing into his training gear as he prepared for a day of rigorous training.
"Vegeta!" A tired woman exclaimed as Vegeta began training and ignored his wife on the video screen. He was intently focused and did not want to be bothered. "Vegeta!" She exclaimed again, twice as loudly as last time. Vegeta cringed at the noise that pained his ears, but continued nevertheless. Did she really think he would stop ignoring her just because she could have one of the loudest mouths he'd ever heard? She growled with irritation as the video feed was cut off and the screen retracted into the ceiling of the gravity chamber.
Vegeta's scowl deepened once he was alone and he took pause for just a moment. He closed his eyes again, the second time that day he found himself feeling for Goku's ki. She was still nowhere to be found, and he frowned deeply at the predictable outcome of the effort. Vegeta set off with a whole new set of attacks, working off his anger on an imaginary opponent. Vegeta was startled in mid-kick when the gravity room door suddenly came ajar, causing the emergency shutdown of the gravity simulation. Vegeta landed awkwardly as he tried to rapidly adjust to the drastic change in gravity. He turned towards the door, glaring at the person who dared to interrupt his training so rudely. He should have known it was her.
"What?!" He yelled harshly at his angry wife, who stormed into the gravity chamber in spite of Vegeta's intimidating and fear-invoking attitude.
"Do you have any consideration for anyone else, Vegeta?" She asked as she glared furiously at her husband and crossed her arms. "Some people are still trying to sleep, and the ones that are awake, like myself, would at least appreciate a little quiet!" She yelled, tapping her foot as Vegeta glared right back at her.
"Why's that my problem?" Vegeta asked with annoyance.
"You're making even more noise than usual in here. We can hear explosions from the house like Capsule Corporation is being bombed! You're scaring our guests away!" Bulma yelled, placing her hands on her hips and glaring furiously at her husband. Vegeta smirked at Bulma's attitude before dabbing his sweaty face with a towel and answering.
"Good. If they're gone, I don't have to worry about the noise, do I?" Vegeta challenged as he approached the panel in the center of the gravity chamber, pushing buttons before glancing over his shoulder at Bulma. "You might want to get out of here, unless you'd rather be a pancake than eat one this morning." Bulma scoffed in disbelief at her husband.
"I cannot believe you! I want the people that haven't left yet to stay here as long as they would like, Vegeta! Today is not a day for training. How about you join all of us humans and find something really entertaining to do?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes at the thoughts of what Bulma referred to as entertainment. His finger hovered over the button to initiate the gravity as he ordered Bulma. "Go." Bulma stayed stubbornly waiting for Vegeta to leave.
"No." Bulma answered, crossing her arms and glaring at him. Vegeta growled with annoyance and rubbed his head. "Don't make me disable this thing, Vegeta." Bulma threatened, smirking arrogantly as Vegeta frowned at her. He could see by the look in her eyes that she meant what she said, and there was no way for him to stop her from disabling the complicated technology. Vegeta growled irately as he clenched his fists and stepped away from the panel of controls.
"Fine!" He relented, storming angrily out of the gravity chamber. Bulma smiled smugly as she watched him leave, though she wondered what had Vegeta in such a bad mood this morning.
Most of the guests had left Capsule Corporation by the time two boys sat in the middle of the living room, surrounded by piles of strewn and shredded wrapping paper and a boatload of toys. Mrs. Briefs was happily skirting through the living room, collecting the papers as Chi-Chi smiled on from the kitchen, enjoying the thrill the boys were having with all of Trunks' new toys. Bulma stood beside Chi-Chi, commenting on how Trunks and Goten were growing so fast, as the Ox King hovered over the boys with a camera, taking pictures as they played.
Gohan and Videl sat on the couch, assembling the new toys that required it with minor frustration. Dr. Briefs sat on the other couch, configuring Trunks' newest technological game, which was a one-of-a-kind prototype from his grandparents. Vegeta stood with his arms crossed near a far wall, looking on with a distracted expression. Bulma glanced several times in his direction, glaring reprimandingly whenever his eyes would meet hers, though he only returned the glare and stayed put. He knew they wouldn't want him interacting with them. He had already ruined their good time earlier in the day with his foul mood.
"I wish Goku was here to see this." Chi-Chi commented sadly after Trunks and Goten began laughing loudly at the antics of an animated toy monkey. "Where do you think she's been all day?" She muttered to Bulma as she rested her hand on her chin and pouted.
"Who knows?" Bulma huffed irritably, having just received another returned glare from Vegeta. "Vegeta, where is Goku?" Bulma yelled to her husband in an attempt to pull him into conversation and get him out of his funk.
"How the hell should I know where Kakarot is!?" Vegeta instantly yelled back, surprising most of the people in the room at the sudden outburst. Bulma glared at Vegeta and marched right up to him, waving her finger in his face.
"You don't need to bite my head off! It's a simple question! You can sense her energy or something, can't you?" Bulma asked as Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her until they softened for a moment.
"No. I can't." Vegeta answered in a tone of resignation.
"Hey, wait. Vegeta's right." Gohan said in surprise with a concerned expression on his face. "I can't feel Dad's energy." Gohan stood from the couch, his eyes wandering upward worriedly as he searched out his father's ki again, coming up empty. Videl remained on the couch, silently looking up at Gohan with a troubled expression as she noted Gohan's sudden change in demeanor.
"You don't think Goku's hurt, do you?" Chi-Chi asked fearfully, clutching her fist to her chest as Bulma walked up behind Chi-Chi, placing a hand on her arm with her own worried expression. Goten and Trunks stopped playing with the toys as tension filled the room, and the adults all looked worried. All except one, who growled furiously and drew everyone's attention to himself all of a sudden.
"Of course she's not hurt! She ran off somewhere doing whatever the hell she likes, and everyone here is worrying about her! It's disgusting!" Vegeta yelled, sneering and turning his head away from everyone as they stared at him. The boys shrugged in acceptance of Vegeta's explanation and immediately resumed playing with the toys, setting a remote-controlled airplane in the air and laughing as it flew about the room.
"Are you sure about that, Vegeta?" Gohan asked doubtfully after a long pause, still fearful for his father's safety.
"Yeah. How do you know she didn't run into trouble, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at Vegeta. Vegeta grit his teeth at Bulma's suspicious expression before relenting.
"Fine! I have no idea where she is. You want to go look for her? Be my guest! But I'm sure she's off the planet somewhere, and I am not wasting another breath talking about Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled sternly as Trunks and Goten fought over the remote control, breaking it easily, to their disappointment. The airplane continued flying, its flight path chaotic and unpredictable as it darted around in the air. It dove towards Gohan and Videl, who screamed and jumped aside just in time to dodge the speeding toy. The plane began speeding towards Vegeta, and he growled in irritation at all the screaming and jumpiness of everyone else over the stupid toy. He instantly reached his hand out as the toy flew in front of him, crushing it in his hand without another thought.
"Papa!" Trunks yelled angrily, fighting the tears that threatened to come to his eyes at the sight of pieces of his crushed airplane falling from Vegeta's fist. Goten pouted sadly at the sight, patting Trunks on the back soothingly.
"Vegeta!" Bulma scolded as she turned from a scowling Chi-Chi to approach him again. "That was your son's birthday gift! You don't just crush brand new toys like that!" She screamed as she clenched her fists by her sides, her arms rigid as she scowled intensely at her moody husband. "What has gotten into you today?" Vegeta frowned deeply at the angry eyes of his wife and began walking away as everyone watched him.
"Maybe I should go after him?" Gohan asked the others in the room with a worried expression.
"No. I'll go talk to him." Bulma responded calmly, though her countenance remained angry as her eyes followed her husband's back as he left the room. "Trunks, I'm sorry about your plane. We'll get you another one tomorrow." Bulma said, forcing a smile on her face as she turned to look at her son. Trunks beamed at the promise, and Goten laughed happily.
"We should be going, Bulma. It's getting late, and you might be busy for a while if you're going to talk to him." Chi-Chi said resentfully, grabbing her overnight bag from the floor near the wall and nodding towards Goten with a wordless order to do the same. Bulma nodded in acceptance. That would be best for her. She walked her friends to the door, waving them off as the entire Son family left, the last of the guests to leave Capsule Corporation after the big party. She then turned with a determined expression, ready to confront Vegeta as she left Trunks and her parents busy in the living room together.
Bulma walked into the bedroom silently, knowing she would find Vegeta there, gazing out the window. It was a normal place to find him when he was brooding, when he wasn't working off his bad mood aggressively in the gravity chamber. She closed the door behind her, knowing Vegeta knew she was there, though he didn't even flinch as she approached him. She reached her hands onto his shoulders, gently massaging as she whispered in his ear.
"Vegeta. Tell me what's bothering you." Bulma ordered in a subtly sweet tone. Vegeta turned his face towards her slightly, raising his eyebrows at the sudden change in demeanor. He expected her to yell, and was prepared with retorts for any arguments she gave. But this was unexpected and unsettling.
"You're not yelling." He stated blankly.
"No. I can tell there is something wrong. Besides," Bulma added as she walked in front of Vegeta, smiling smugly as she looked into his eyes, "I know you. If I argue with you, you'll just fight back." Vegeta smirked in amusement at Bulma's calculated approach.
"And you don't want to fight?" Vegeta asked tauntingly. Bulma rubbed her hands over Vegeta's chest, working them up his sculpted neck in a gentle caress as she brought her mouth close to his.
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"No." She said simply as she planted her lips on his, pulling him into a deep kiss. Vegeta's anger melted off of him with that kiss. Somehow that woman always found a way to disarm him. And it was obvious that she wanted more. As much as he might want Goku, he never stopped wanting Bulma. And she was more than straightforward in her intentions, as she reached between Vegeta's legs and stroked his member through the spandex of his uniform, quickly arousing him as he untied the scarf around her neck and fondled her breasts.
They separated for a moment in an unspoken agreement as Vegeta hastily shed his armor and Bulma removed her dress. Vegeta began peeling his spandex uniform off as he kissed Bulma again. She assisted in removing his encumbering clothing as she felt along the ridges and peaks of Vegeta's incredibly muscular body. Vegeta advanced towards Bulma until her legs hit the bed, and she fell backwards into it intentionally. He kissed her deeply as he kicked off the remainder of his clothing and reached a hand into the waistband of her panties, running his fingers along her wet folds as she inhaled sharply at the surprising, pleasant sensation. Bulma instantly grabbed his member with a firm grasp, not one to be outdone as she competitively stroked him until she received an equally pleased groan from him.
Vegeta pulled Bulma's panties down hastily, unintentionally ripping them off in the process. Bulma groaned for only a moment at the tearing sound before gasping sharply as Vegeta suddenly plunged into her entrance. Vegeta began at a slow pace as Bulma moaned and writhed beneath him. He gradually pounded into Bulma harder, groaning in content at the wonderfully wet, tight sensation around his member. "Ve…ge…ta!" Bulma said as she arched her back at the wonderfully fulfilling sensation as she reached her climax. Vegeta increased his pace as Bulma's lips met his neck, and she began sucking, drawing him to his climax only moments after hers. Vegeta supported himself on his elbow above Bulma, both panting as they caught their breath and looked at one another.
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Vegeta quickly frowned at Bulma's searching gaze, knowing she still wanted him to tell her what was wrong. He pushed himself off the bed, gathering his clothing in his arms as Bulma's gaze remained on him, studying him intently. He began pulling his clothes on as Bulma watched, knowing she would wait silently for him to say something. He pulled the armor over his head, eyeing Bulma warily as he reached for his gloves and began pulling them over his fingers. Something suddenly occurred to him. "You know what I'm angry about, don't you?" Vegeta asked as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Bulma.
"It has something to do with Goku disappearing. Am I right?" Bulma asked as she propped herself on her elbows with a smug smile. She knew she was right. She just wanted to hear it. Vegeta bared his teeth angrily at the thoughts of Goku abandoning him this morning, and never returning to face him.
"Kakarot thinks she can disappear whenever she wants to. I'll kill her!" Vegeta exclaimed to himself as he closed his fists tightly.
"Hey!" Bulma called, stopping Vegeta just before he opened the door. "In thirty minutes, we're meeting in the living room for a movie. Trunks wants to watch one he got for his birthday, and you owe it to him after your little display downstairs." Bulma said in a threatening tone. Vegeta groaned at the thought of watching a child's movie, but nodded slowly as he opened the door. Maybe he didn't really want to kill Goku. But when Goku finally did come back, he had every intention of calling in that favor. He definitely deserved it after today.