DON'T TELL GOKU, VEGETA'S DEAD!
CHAPTER 28 – So far and yet I want you so close.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech) *internal conflict/conscience*
*FLASHBACK*
Together their panted breaths echoed off the walls of her bedroom. She regretted what she had to do, but she couldn't live her life with a man who didn't and would never love her. That was the real reason. The reason she had convinced herself of was that she would not be possessed as a 'thing' and used at his discretion. Her mental war with herself was over for she had made her decision. She exhaled an exasperated sigh unintentionally catching his attention.
He lazily looked over at her prone form intending to prod her temper. "Exhausted, woman?" He jested.
Bulma stared blankly at the ceiling as she spoke. It seemed as if she hadn't heard him speak at all. A few minutes of silence rested between them before she finally spoke. "You have to leave… I can't do this with you anymore-
His dark ebony brows knit in a combination of question and annoyance. "What the Hell are you babbling about?" He tried to keep his anger lace voice at a low tone.
She closed her blue eyes... they seemed black in the darkness of the room... and sighed. She snapped them back open and shifted them to meet his momentarily as she rose to a seated position on the edge of bed. She reached for her shirt and tugged it on as she stood. She reaches into her nightstand and retrieves a small white palm sized parcel. "I'm saying 'good bye', Vegeta." She says as she hands him a capsule box. Inside were three capsules that held everything he would need.
He looked at her questioning glances as he felt though the darkness for his shorts. "Is this some kind of joke?" He realized what it was she had placed in his hand and looked at her with unwavering narrowed eyes. His tone was barren of all emotion as it was dry of feeling.
Bulma fought with herself to tell him that she didn't mean it and that she was sorry, but the only reply that came was according to her plans. She tried her best to hide her hurt with a cold mask of indifference. "No. I'm quite serious. You need not worry. None of those capsules have been rigged with any kind of explosives or means to be rid of you. I've sworn off Saiyan killing for good." She took in a deep sigh before she raised her eyes to meet his once more. "This is goodbye Vegeta and please don't return." She turned her back to him and face the balcony doors so that she could no longer she unreadable stoic mask her held often for others and long since had held for her. His face portrayed the cold prince that she once knew and it caused a deep ache in her chest.
He finishes dressing and walks towards the balcony doors to leave, but stops and walks to her and reaches for her. She recoils from his touch. Vegeta's brows knit together in anger at her reaction and he lets his hand fall to his side. Vegeta watches her face as she turned it away from his gaze. He grunts his distaste and then departs the room silently.
*END FLASHBACK*
Bulma was in her lab trying to put together the final touches to a project that she had been working on. Now that Vegeta was gone her interest in its completion had dwindled away. Lately it seemed that she had just been going through the motions of her normal routine. She ate, worked as little as possible, showered and slept. Who knew that his absence would take away so much? She almost regretted her decision, but she needed to remain strong. She sighed deeply and pushed herself to complete this last step in setting up the relays and then she would be done for the day.
Bulma's vision began to run together and her head began to ache. "That's enough for today I think." She said as she turned and ran into a hard muscled surface.. She was so startled the she jumped backward into her work table knocking the project she had been working on to the floor with a loud crash. "Yep… definitely broken… again. First, it's Vegeta and now you, Goku!" She growled at her childhood friend.
"Gee, Bulma, did I come at a bad time?" Goku laughed sheepishly as he waved his hands in front of him as a gesture of he meant no harm.
"How does your wife do it? How does she put up with a saiyan as spastic as you?" Her words came out a little harsher than she had intended and her voice softened towards the end of her sentence. "I'm sorry… I've not been myself lately… and I'm just a little tired…"
"Oh, I didn't mean to come at a bad time. I just wanted to see if Vegeta... Is he here?" Goku began in his usual cheery tone which faded when he saw the hurt flash in her eyes when he mentioned a certain surly Saiyan.
"No, he's not here Goku. Nor-I… I asked him to leave… for both of our sakes." The last words died into a whisper and her heart seemed to tighten with each spoken word.
"Oh, Bulma… I didn't realize-I mean I didn't notice that his ki wasn't here. I guess I'm just so used to honing in on your life force that… I can see that you're busy-" He was quick to cover his slip up, but he made it sound as if it was intended as a stutter. He hoped she bought it.
Bulma didn't know what happened next as she found herself crying into her 'big' little brother's chest. "Are you sure you're okay? Is there anything I can do?"
She shook her head in a silent 'no'. Which question the silent reply answered he couldn't decipher and at the moment he didn't want to prod her for answers. She seemed to fragile for that right now. He knew it had to be something to do with the only other full blooded Saiyan on the planet. It wasn't just because of her reaction when his name was brought up; that wasn't the only clue. Vegeta's scent was all over her as if it were imbedded into her skin. He smiled at the thought of the two of the most stubborn and prideful people on Earth coming together. –He's not here… and Bulma's sad. I'll bring him or convince him to come back so that he'll be happy again. Yeah! That's it.-
"Eh, Bulma… I-Uh… gotta go… ChiChi is about to have dinner ready soon and I don't want to be late. Hey? You can call me or Chi if you need anything. You know that right?" He gave her one final goodbye hug and vanished at the pressing of his middle and index finger to his forehead.
Bulma smiled at a fleeting thought she had. –How great of a Santa Claus he would make with that IT trick of his.- She felt better from he and Goku's short chat and moved to the site of her destroyed invention and sighed. –Not today.- She thought as she moved to exit the lab and clicked off the light.
A Few Days Later...
It had been weeks since he had seen her and his craving for her had only become worse as time went on. The only thing that kept him from going to her much sooner was his stubborn pride and a fear of rejection that he failed to admit to himself. If it wasn't for that buffoon and his instant transmission technique spouting off how miserable the woman had been to the point of just going through the motions of her daily routine he wouldn't be here at all. -Could she really want me here and did she want me gone for another reason?- He thought as he looked down on his woman. -Beautiful.-
He stood at the foot of her bed staring at her sleeping form and sprawled limbs wrapped haphazardly in her blankets. He had known that she was the dark compounds single occupant from lack of any other ki signature present. She was all alone in the darkness and he stalked her scent through the house like a hungry predator scenting a meal. When he reached her room he slipped inside and watched her as she slept soundly. She moaned and cooed in her sleep and this sent tingling trills down his spine. His breaking point had finally been tipped and he couldn't stand it any longer. His muscles coiled before he pounced and ensnared his prey. She awoke with a startled gasp and was met with a ferocious gaze.
The way he looked at her made her feel as if her flesh was being devoured by his hungry gaze and the temperature in her skin heated in response to the unquenched carnal lust that lingered in his bottomless onyx eyes. Thrills of fear and excitement scampered up and down her spine as she recalled his confident caresses and heat invoking touches.
She suddenly recalled her previous declaration and tried to struggle to get free. The predator smiled wolfishly down at his prey before he presses his teeth against the sensitive flesh of her neck. Her efforts she knew were futile and when she felt the gentle scrape of his canines she couldn't help but cause her to still her movements as adrenaline fueled fear becomes pleasured bliss as he nibbled on the column of her neck.
He sets his teeth and latches onto the smooth skin at the joined space of her neck and shoulder. She hisses as she welcomes the pain as he presses his teeth into her soft skin marking her flawless skin with his brand. Bulma bites her lip to stifle a cry as his firm mouth introduces pressure to the site as Vegeta siphons his fill of her sweet essence. Just as it is becoming too much for her he releases her brutalized flesh and looks down at her licking what remains of her taste from his moist lips.
"Vegeta?" She gasps out winded from holding her breath and cries. "I-I'm pregnant." She looks away and whispers the last sentence so softly that only those with superb hearing could understand.
He smirks at her impishly as he nuzzles her chin. "I know." He chuckles as he watches her worried expression morph into one of pure rage.
"WHAT? You knew?" She roars and he cackles at her display.
