Sorry this chapter came so late during the week. I have about 3-4 weeks left to the semester so it's getting quite busy, lol. Anyhow, I hope you will enjoy it, and here are the anonymous reviews to the past two chapters, sorry about this delay;

This is it my dear friends. We are reaching the end of this first part. I can't believe we are there already. Only a few more little chapters (which include an epilogue), and it will be the end of it.

*Lemons make me do a funny face when I eat them. So If you're too young for this, don't eat them. You've been warned.*

Copyright; I do not own Dragonball Z.

Love is the Most Difficult to Satisfy

Chapter 29: Bulma

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Happy? No, it sounded too positive.

Glowing? No.

Less Bitchy.

That sounded about right.

For the last weeks or so, the woman had been strangely less bitchy. He had given her a bunch of orders, and although she glared at him a few times, she did it. No bitching, no whining. She wasn't even talking to him if it wasn't necessary. Surely something was up, because she had never acted like that before.

Right now he was observing her through the window. This whole time, she had been working on the ship with her father, and it intrigued him even more. Now why the hell would that make her happy? Last time they had talked about the ship, she had slapped him, and he hadn't miss the flash of hurt in her eyes. So why was it making her happy all of the sudden? He certainly wasn't happy. Ever since they had been interrupted, he had been quite frustrated. She couldn't be in a better mood when he was so edgy.

It wasn't like he hadn't tried to piss her off or anything. He had been a lot more demanding than usual, but again, nothing more than a glare. Maybe she was preparing something? Trying to get back at him? But then again, for what? He couldn't remember doing something he hadn't before. Vegeta punched the wall beside him, but not hard enough to break it, and sighed heavily. She was driving him crazy; good thing he was going to leave soon.

He rubbed the back of his head, before walking in direction of his room. He would get change, and just go back to training where he wouldn't let anything distract him. Vegeta had been doing that a lot lately; every time something was irritating him too much, he would simply train. It worked, so he didn't see what was wrong with it. His goal was to become super saiyan, which meant that nothing was wrong with some extra training. Plus, he didn't actually need to sleep every day, so it was of little importance to him.

Of course, to go to his room, he had to pass the brat's room every time. Sometimes he wondered if the woman did it on purpose; obviously she did. Well, it wasn't like it was annoying him, he didn't care. He was simply stating the obvious. The door was half-open like usual, in case, you know, the screams weren't loud enough to start with, they had to make sure they could hear him. He could hear the damn brat from the G.R, which only proved how superior saiyans were to humans, once again.

For once, the brat was surprisingly very quiet. It was almost unusual, and unnatural. Vegeta couldn't help himself but slightly peek inside of the room, maybe just to make sure he was in there. Of course, there was absolutely no motives behind all this. He pushed the door open completely, and walked in quietly; if the brat was sleeping, he didn't want him to wake up and start screaming. When he reached the crib, he was almost a little surprise to see Trunks, quiet, simply sitting in his crib.

When Trunks noticed his father, and his frown, his eyes started to water immediately. Vegeta sighed heavily, "No."

Somehow, Trunks immediately stopped his tears, and simply started at his father, confused. Vegeta was just glad the damn brat didn't start crying, because that was something he simply couldn't stand. He walked with caution closer to the little boy, and bent down slightly so he could examine him more carefully. What the hell was up with that stupid hat anyway? Damn woman. How dare she dress a saiyan in such a manner? It was very disgraceful. Of course, she had no manners to start with, so it wasn't a big surprise.

Blue eyes. Purple hair. This kid really didn't look like a saiyan at all. If he could at least have black hair it would be an improvement, but the darn woman and her weird genes. He sighed heavily before backing away from the child. Trunks didn't seem scared of him anymore; which was because his father wasn't frowning nor screaming. Vegeta wasn't sure he approved of the little smile on Trunks' face, but he wouldn't say anything, since every time he talked, the child seemed to be scared.

"He grows bigger every day."

Bulma's voice took Vegeta by surprise, and he immediately backed away as much as possible from the child, before glaring at her. How dare she come in here, and invade his privacy like that? He didn't intend for anyone to find him in such a situation; there was no explanation for it.

Bulma tried to hide her smile from Vegeta's reaction. He looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She wanted to giggle, but she held it in. She actually loved things like this, because it made her believe that Vegeta cared, even a little, about their son. Why else would he be in the room like that if he didn't care right? Sure, he wasn't going to pick him up, and tell him stories until he fell asleep, but still, coming from Vegeta this was a huge step.

"What do you want?" asked Vegeta with a harsh tone.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders before walking up to the crib. "I was just checking up on my little angel," she said before reaching inside the crib to pick her son up. He hadn't cried the whole time Vegeta was in the room, and Bulma was quite surprise; although she didn't know how long Vegeta had been in there. Bulma was pretty sure Vegeta could scare any small kid, so it was surprising.

Vegeta scoffed at Bulma before crossing his arms in front of his chest. He gave her and the child a small glance, before looking away. She looked happy this time, holding the brat in her arms. Why was he bringing her such joy? After all, she always had to look after him, lose sleep, change him, feed him. What made her happy about all those chores? He simply couldn't understand her. Without a second look he proceeded to walk out of the room, but he stopped when he reached the doorway.

"How long?"

"A few days."

Vegeta nodded, and left them. Bulma didn't let this affect her, instead she smiled even more to her son. "Looks like you and I will be spending a lot of time together." She wouldn't let this bring her down. She had made peace with all of this weeks ago, and she was fine with it. She would take from Vegeta everything he could give, but she wouldn't ask for more than he could. One day, maybe things would be better, but she wouldn't hang on to hope anymore.

She was sick of being depressed, and she had put a stop to it. Whatever happened, happened. If she wasn't meant to be with Vegeta, than at least, he was in her life long enough to bless her with Trunks, and she would eternally be grateful. She had never thought she would love motherhood so much, but she did. He was her greatest gift, and she wouldn't exchange him for anything in the world.

Bulma turned her head slightly, and looked at the empty space.

One day.

-L-

"And they lived happily ever after. The end."

As Bulma closed the book, she couldn't help but look at Trunks' sleeping face. She had to resist the urge to pinch his cute little cheeks; he was just too adorable for his own good. Even though he was fast asleep, she didn't put him back in his crib just yet. She wanted to hold him just a little longer. She had been working hard all day, and she had barely seen him. Bulma rocked him gently in her arms, smiling. She had started reading him stories ever since he was born, even though he couldn't really understand.

Maybe that was better, since he was saiyan, he'd probably find her non-fighting story pretty boring; Bulma couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "Well, maybe one day your daddy will tell you about all his space stories. Of course, he'd need to edit them slightly." Some of those were probably rated R, and she didn't want children, hearing/reading things they aren't supposed to.

Once again, it was a good thing, he didn't know what his mommy was saying. As if Vegeta would ever be the type to sit down, and tell stories to his kid. She'd die before that ever happenned. She liked to believe it could, but, she knew it wouldn't, and that was okay. She could tell good stories too, sure they were a little more girly, but they would do that job. Bulma got up, and put Trunks in his crib, watching him sleep for a few instants. She gently brushed off his little hair off his eyes and smiled.

He was going to be a heart breaker one day.

Bulma sighed with content before getting a good stretch; maybe it was time for her to hit her own bed. She slowly dragged herself out of the room, and into her own bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, and undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall down her shoulders. They were really getting too long, she would need to get a hair cut soon. Bulma laid down on her bed, enjoying the softness of it, all that could be heard in the silence of the house was the G.R.

Vegeta.

Tomorrow, he would leave. In the morning, her father and her would finish the last touch up, and Vegeta would be ready to go. She doubted he would wait any long than he had too. He would be free, and all by himself in space for Kami knew how long. They had made sure to pack him food for a little over 9 months. Bulma had already assumed he would stay until the androids would come. What reason did he have to come back before? Nothing held him here, at least not in his point of view.

Then, the sound stopped.

He was done.

Bulma held her breathe in, and actually sat up on the edge of the bed once more. She stared at her open door, as if Vegeta was going to come, and walk in. Maybe even sleep with her, but without actually sleeping. And gosh, she had to stop those thoughts. But, to her surprise, as if Vegeta had heard her thought, he showed up to her door. He leaned against the door way, his naked chest, dripping down with sweat, and his breathing slightly faster than usual. He looked exactly like that when they -no.

She had stopped breathing, and she was simply staring at him. Vegeta was staring back, in complete silent. Was he expecting her to say something? Because she didn't recall having any information to share. Well, she did sort of, but she was almost scared to say it. Come girl, just come out with it already.

"You'll be able to leave tomorrow morning."

Vegeta once again remained silent, and stared at her intensively. Bulma almost felt like he had been there for something else, and she had totally ruined it. He broke the eye contact, and walked out as silently as he had came in. Bulma watched him walk off, and let herself fall on the bed once more. Why did she feel like she had messed up? He hadn't said anything, he hadn't jumped her. Why did it feel like he had wanted her? Maybe she was crazy; she wanted him so much, that maybe she imagined he wanted her just the same.

Damn you Vegeta.

-L-

It was done.

Bulma backed away to look at the completed ship. She actually felt pretty proud of it. It contained all the latest technology, and it was much bigger than the last one. Since he was going to be there for a long time, they had wanted him to be as comfortable as possible. They had also re-done the whole control panel, which meant the ship was operating under new controls. She would have to show Vegeta how it worked. Of course, he would probably bitch her about it, and tell her he knew how a ship worked, but it had to be done.

"That was the last piece," said Mr. Briefs as he came out from under the ship.

He had been very grateful for his daughter's help, since it had probably sped up the process of a couple of weeks. He had new inventions to work on, and the ship had been taken a lot of his time, he would finally be able to go back to his work. But, he hadn't been able to stop worrying about his daughter. He knew she had been smiling, but he couldn't figure out if she really was happy, or it was an act she was putting on. He knew how strong she was, and she wouldn't always let it show if she was going through hard time.

All he had been able to do the whole time was to take her word for it. He smiled as he walked beside her, and looked at the finished work. This really was an amazing ship, and he been surprised by all the modifications they had done. Bulma had really put her whole energy and mind into it, no doubt she got it from him.

"I'll go get Vegeta," said Mr. Briefs completely bringing Bulma back down to Earth.

Vegeta. She knew he had been probably ready since last night, and all his stuff was packed. Not that he had much to pack since everything he needed was in the ship already. Bulma sighed heavily before whipping her face getting rid of the grease on it. She didn't really look good right now in her working clothes, and all dirty like that. Vegeta was probably going to look all manly, handsome, and - honestly this was getting to be one of her bad habit. She couldn't just drool every time she thought about him.

"Are you just going to stand there, woman?"

Bulma jumped slightly in surprise, and turned around to see Vegeta staring at her. He was there, so quickly! Had he been watching their progress just waiting for them to be done? Was he really that eager to leave this place? She sighed heavily before moving out of the way slightly.

"I need to show you the controls. We changed them," she said without looking at him.

Bulma started to walk in direction of the ship, not even looking to see if Vegeta was actually following her or not. Eventually he would come in, so it didn't matter. She opened the door open, and walked in, leaving the door open for Vegeta. After a few seconds, he appeared in the doorway.

"Woman, I know how to operate a damn ship."

Bulma rolled her eyes, hadn't she expected this? She held in a small chuckle before shaking her head softly. "Anyway, big guy. This is the control panel we installed. All you need to do is press those three buttons, and enter the course right here."

Of course, usual to himself, Vegeta wasn't paying any attention to her. He had already walked off somewhere else inside the ship. Honestly, why did she even bother with that guy? He was such a freaking waste of her time! She sighed again before walking after him. She found him in the kitchen area, which had been filled with more food than even he could handle.

"I can see that you found the kitchen quite easily," she said, her tone slightly amused.

Vegeta glared at her before continue to inspect the ship. This one was much better than the previous one, and was almost built for a very long travel. Good, that meant the woman didn't expect him back for a little while, and he was glad there was no whining involve this time. It was a very big ship, and he had a full kitchen, a bedroom, the control room, and his training room, which this time where all in separated rooms. Finally some class in their inventions.

When he turned around, Bulma was already gone. Well, he wasn't going to go look for her, he had his own little schedule. First of all, he was going to check his training room, and make sure the gravity machine worked. When he walked in, he was almost surprised to not find Bulma in there. Maybe she had gone somewhere else. He pressed a few buttons on the gravity machine, and it immediately started. He changed the intensity, to see how high it would go. 800g. It would do.

Vegeta turned it off, and then walked in the last room he hadn't gone into, and where he assumed Bulma was. He entered the bedroom, and found her staring out one of the window. The bedroom was fairly simple compared to the other room, but it was pretty big. It contained a double bed, and a dresser where he assumed his clothes where.

"I know you barely sleep, so I figured it wouldn't bother you to not have a first class bedroom," said Bulma as she turned around to face him.

The two of them, alone in a bedroom. Oh yes, this was exactly what she needed to help her calm her hormones down.

"Hn," was Vegeta's only response.

She looked messy, her clothes looked big on her, and her long blue hair was begging to be untangled. This was it, he was going to leave, he wouldn't see her for a long time. But, he couldn't possibly leave feeling as frustrated as he was. It would only make the time go slower wouldn't it? He looked at her, and she was staring right back. It was obvious she would let him do it, just as she had the previous time. It was up to him, and he didn't want to give in, but he wanted it.

There was nothing wrong with getting what he wanted right?

He walked over to Bulma, and only stopped when their foreheads were practically touching. Bulma had stopped breathing and she was looking deep into his onyx eyes. Gosh, just one more move, and she would feel him again, she would taste him. She couldn't do that move though, Vegeta could too easily go away. She waited for him to do something, anything, but he was only looking at her.

Then he spoke. "I'm leaving."

Bulma nodded her head, slightly confused. Yes, she was very aware that he was leaving, she had been working on his stupid ship for weeks.

She waited for more, but he didn't speak again. Then, she felt his hands on her hips, and she felt the excitement building inside of her. Nothing could stop them this time. They were far away from anytime of distractions, and they would go through with it. Was that the reason behind his hesitation? No interruptions? Then, before she could look further into the issue, she felt his lips against hers. Bulma almost sighed of relief in his mouth, but stopped herself.

She wished she could jump him anytime, or that he would take her every day. But their relationship, whatever it was, wasn't like that. Gosh, she cursed with every word she knew. Then, she felt Vegeta's hands cup her ass, and lift her up. Immediately, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, bringing him closer to her. She wished she had planned this, that she looked sexier, heck, even matching underwear. It seemed silly, it was silly, but she wanted him to never forget about her, and her body while he was gone.

Bulma wanted to engrave herself in his mind forever, because she knew that while he was gone, he'd be in her thoughts, that she wouldn't forget about him, or his touch. She pressed her core against his crotch as his tongue took control of her mouth. She let him slide his warm tongue in her mouth, slowly battling with hers. She would give him control, but he had always enjoyed a good challenge. Bulma didn't have much of his clothes to get rid of; he was only wearing his usual spandex short. It wasn't like he needed much more, he was going to train the whole time.

But, boy, did she have too much clothes on, and if he didn't start removing them soon, she would have to do it. Vegeta almost slammed her back against the wall, as his mouth left hers, to go down to her neck. He licked that very sensitive spot near her ear, and she moaned. She didn't even care about foreplay right now, she wanted him. She didn't care that there was a perfectly good bed right beside them, she didn't care if he took her right there.

Finally, some of her clothes were coming off. She lifted her arms, letting go of his neck as Vegeta took off her shirt, exposing her red bra. Now that would have to go too. Before she could even think about it, she felt Vegeta unclasped her bra, and a shiver of pleasure went through her body. She wanted his mouth on her body, she wanted to feel his tongue on her cool skin. Her desires were soon satisfied when she left Vegeta's tongue on her hard nipple, and she could do nothing but moan his name in pleasure.

She wanted to lose herself into him, she never wanted to stop. Oh yes, he was that good. Not that she had slept around, but when it concerned sex, she knew without a doubt that Vegeta was some kind of sex God. He had to be, there was no other explanation. Maybe that was the reason why she selfishly wanted him all for herself, but she didn't care then; she was going to be the biggest selfish bitch. Bulma ran her nails down his back as she felt him suck softly on her nipple, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Then, with his warm tongue he licked all the way down her stomach, and she wriggling against his touch. Why was he teasing her like this? She needed him now, she wanted him now. Vegeta knew he was driving her crazy, and he would enjoy it. He knew he could take her right now, but then, what would be the fun in that? He undid the button of her pants, then slowly unzipped them, much to her torture. She was more than willing to help him take them off, which he did in less than a second.

Vegeta wrapped Bulma's legs around his waist again, and walked towards the bed. He quickly, and easily laid her down the bed, himself on top. Bulma felt slightly excited; after all, the bed wasn't an old routine or anything, they had only do it once there. Then, Vegeta removed her underwear, and Bulma hoped the torture was over. How wrong was she. She cried out in pleasure when she felt Vegeta insert two fingers, and she cursed him in her mind. She wanted to move away from him, but her body wasn't listening to her. It might have been torture but it felt damn good.

And then, she couldn't stop herself. She was helpless to stop all the moans coming from her lips, and how she loved saying his name. It had been a long time since they had last done it, and with everything that happened lately, she never had the occasion to satisfy herself. She was on the edge already, and was blushing slightly. So early, so easy. But she couldn't help herself, she couldn't stop what his touch was doing to her. It was all his fault after all.

As he increased his speed, Bulma knew she was close, and he knew it too. He felt her clench around his fingers, and before he knew it, she moaned his name in pleasure, and climaxed. As he removed his dripping fingers, Bulma was breathing heavily. Bastard. She was ready for him alright. She wanted to curse at him, but it had felt so good, that she couldn't find it in herself to be angry with him right now. Well, she would have 9 months to be angry at him. She could do that later.

When she felt Vegeta position himself, she thanked Kami. She would tease him like that too one day, just not right now, she didn't think she could handle anymore foreplay, she just wanted him. As soon as he entered her, she groaned in pleasure. Finally, this was what she had been waiting for. Vegeta joined her in her groaned, and realized it had been way too long. She might have had a kid recently, but she was just as tight.

Kid.

He froze in his movement and looked down at her. Oh no, he was not having another one of those damn brat. Bulma sighed in frustration when he stopped, and looked at him, trying to figure out what happened. He didn't say a word, but he didn't need too. He was thinking about Trunks.

"Don't worry, I took care of it," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

A couple days after their little bathroom incident, she had thought about it, and had taken precautions. She wasn't even sure if it was going to happen again, but she wanted to be prepared. She was too forgetful for birth control pills, so she had opted for the shot, which she only needed to get twice a year. Hopefully it worked against saiyans' little men too, but she wasn't going to worry Vegeta about that, because no matter, she was getting laid before he left.

Vegeta looked in her eyes for a few more seconds before believing her. It wasn't like he could have stopped anyway, he was in way too deep. There was no turning back right now. He went fully into her with one big push, causing Bulma to gasp. Why he couldn't stop himself from wanting the woman? He had no idea. She didn't seem to mind though, and even now, she wasn't being whiny about it anymore. He didn't find disadvantages to it, so why not?

If they both wanted it, there was nothing wrong with it.

Bulma had turned off her brain the moment he was in. She knew was probably being extremely loud, and it was a good thing the ship was soundproof. She didn't want to think, she only wanted to feel him, and oh did she. It was as if he knew every spot on her, inside of her. He knew her body more than she did, and she only wanted more. The way his abs felt under her palms, the way he thrust into her. She was thirsty for him, but the more she drank, the more she wanted.

She could feel it, she wouldn't last long. Although, she never quite did. But hey who she was to complain? At least she was a satisfied woman. She moaned even louder when his tongue slightly licked her nipple, barely that she almost didn't feel it; she might even have imagined it. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck, and brought him down slightly and crashed her mouth against his. She needed to feel, touch everything he had. She thrust back with him, as she gave his tongue full access to her mouth.

Nothing was enough, she wanted more, she wanted faster, she wanted harder.

She wanted him.

She closed her eyes tightly, she knew it was coming. Oh, she wouldn't stop it, she would enjoy it. Nobody could make her climax like he did, nobody could take her body like him, and nobody could own her like Vegeta. She gave everything she had to him, and in return, he took her to a place she never knew existed.

Oh Kami.

-L-

2 hours.

She was pretty sure her parents - her dad at least, knew what the hell had been going on in that ship. Bulma was breathing heavily as she sat up on the edge of the bed, a blanket wrapped around her naked body. Vegeta was sitting on the other side, still naked. She could see his nice ass from where she was, and she cursed him. She never thought it could be this good, heck before Vegeta, she thought 15 minutes was a record for a man. Although, Vegeta was no man, and his er, hm... package showed that.

She felt herself blushing, and she wanted to laugh at herself. Really, after all that, she was still shy around Vegeta about this? She felt the bed moving, and turned around to see Vegeta getting up, and walking towards his short. He certainly wasn't shy; walking like that around, proud of himself. Well, he did have every right to be so proud. He had made her scream so much, she was sure she was going to lose her voice for a little while. Oh well, it was worth it.

Bulma probably needed to get dress too, but she didn't want to. She sighed heavily before removing the blanket from around her body, and walking towards where Vegeta was. If she hadn't been busy picking her clothes up, then she would have seen Vegeta checking out her naked body. It was little to say that he was satisfied. The woman sure took her feistyness into the bedroom that was for sure. But that was one place where he really didn't mind it. He watched her get dress, still slightly out of breath.

Oh it would hurt later on, she knew it, he knew it. She could already feel the pain coming from her core. When both of them were dressed, they stopped in front of one and another, looking at each other. This was it, it was goodbye.

Well, it was quite a nice way to say goodbye. Sort of.

"I guess you're leaving now," said Bulma, her tone as neutral as possible.

Vegeta simply nodded before turning his back to her. He had never intended for this to hold him back longer, and he was going to leave just as he had planned. She didn't say anything else so, he walked in direction of the control room, where he would set his course.

Bulma watched him walked off, and she had a smile on her face. She wasn't going to be sad this time, she was better than that. Bulma had her spirits high, and with a little spring in her step, she walked out of the bedroom. When she reached the control room, Vegeta was already sitting in the chair, waiting for her to leave apparently.

Well, she wouldn't hold him back to Earth any longer would she? She still took one last look at him, because she was pretty sure she wouldn't see his face for another 9 months, and that was alright. Although, her head was already pretty filled with memories, and she couldn't help but smirk. Vegeta and her had something weird, yet she wouldn't trade it for the world. It was unconventional, it was unpractical, and it was strange. Yet, she loved it. Nobody could make her feel the way he did, and that was enough for her. And who knew how things would be once everybody took care of the androids.

A girl could dream right?

Bulma knew it was probably useless to tell him she was leaving, because he knew it, and was waiting on her to leave, so she remained silent. She brought her hair up in a messy bun, and with one last look at him, walked in direction of the door.

She loved him.

She smiled at herself as she opened the door, by pressing the orange button. She was about to step out when a word stopped her. A word, she almost thought Vegeta would never say.

"Bulma..."

She felt so shocked that she wasn't even sure what to do. Was he just saying her name, was it like "goodbye Bulma", or was it him wanting her to turn around, because he had something to say. She decided to take a chance, and turned around to look at him.

But, Vegeta wasn't looking at her, he was looking straight. She nodded her head softly. "Vegeta."

If she hadn't turn around so quickly, she would have seen the small smirk on his face. But, she didn't seen it, and it was gone almost as quick as it had came. Bulma closed the door behind her, and backed away from the ship, so he could start it.

A few seconds later, the ship was turned on, and it slowly left the ground, and Bulma watched him leave. She had never really done so in such a good mood, and she found herself weird for it. She waved her hand at him, although she knew he couldn't see her, and before she knew it, the ship was long gone.

Bulma.

It had a nice ring to it after all.

-L-

I guess that's it for now. That's right, there was some lemon! Lol. The last one too for this fic anyway. Of course there will be more in the sequel, but for now, that will be it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and sorry it was so late. I know I didn't actually say a date, but still, I feel bad, lol.

Love,

Maddie xoxo.