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Bulma laid Trunks down in his crib. They had spent the day at the beach, without Vegeta. Bulma enjoyed the alone time with her son, though she deeply wished Vegeta had come. A perfect family outing would have been nice. Bulma sighed, as she kissed Trunks's forehead. "Sleep well my little prince." Bulma smiled pulling away from the crib. Trunks was sound asleep.

Bulma turned the light off, leaving the only source of illumination; glow in the dark stars, that hung on the ceiling. Bulma never imagined how much she'd love someone. Trunks was her everything. The thought of not never having him, broke her heart. What if Krillin had killed Vegeta all those years ago, what if he hadn't been brought back to life by Porunga? All these 'what ifs' drifted in her mind, everything hinged on Vegeta. Her life as she knew it was all because of him, and she didn't mind.

Before she knew it she stood outside in the garden. Bulma didn't intend to go there, she just walked, mind lost in thought. Before her stood the GR. The lights flickered on and off as bolts of energy cascaded from the windows. Bulma sat upon the soft dewy ground, the dark night sky, with the only light - the twinkling stars in the sky, much like Trunks's room. Her eyes shifted from the GR to the sky and back. Something about space still overtook her. What was out there? She knew, far better than most. She knew from her own experiences and from those Vegeta had offered up to her. Yet, even with this knowledge, space, the stars, still seemed so magical.

The lights dimmed in the GR as the door opened. Vegeta had sensed her energy and had become curious about why she was out there. Bulma never just sat at the GR. She always had a motive. Vegeta glared at the woman, letting his eyes focus in the new darkness. Bulma slightly turned her head to gaze at the mystical figure emerging from his cave.

"Hey." She said softly, her mind still resting on the stars.

"What are you doing out here Woman?" Vegeta barked. "Have you come to interrupt my training again? I thought I made myself clear earlier." He growled, stepping down from the GR to hover over the woman, who rested sweetly on the grass.

"I didn't come to bother you Vegeta. I'm sorry. I just…" Bulma lay back in the grass, feeling the moisture on her body. "I was just lost in thought I guess. Go back to training, its ok."

Bulma fully expected him to return to the GR, but instead he turned to sit beside her. Bulma smiled softly to herself, she missed his gentle side, and things had become so routine. He trained, he would come to bed, he'd wake up to train. There was little interaction outside of the bedroom, not that there had been much to speak of before. Bulma turned her head to look at him, his eyes fixated upon the stars as well.

"Will you go back?" Bulma asked softly, knowing Vegeta still had some deep seeded longing for the solitude of space.

"No." His voice deep but not forced.

Bulma couldn't help but to smile at that perfect word, 'no'. The two letters sang out like a joyous melody to her. She said nothing in response; she didn't want to spoil the moment. Bulma moved her right arm to rest next to his leg, just touching, ever so softly. This form of affection she was sure he wouldn't argue with. No one was home, except their infant son, who was sound asleep.

"I will not return to space." Vegeta spoke softly as if to whisper his words to the wind. "But I can no longer stay here."

Bulma's eyes shot wide as the sky. "WHAT?" She screamed, as she instinctively pushed her body from the ground. Twirling on her hip she looked at him, pain filled her eyes. "What are you talking about Vegeta?"

His eyes never left the glowing stars. "I must train harder, I am very restricted here. Too many distractions." His tone was flat, no emotion in his words.

"You don't have to leave, Vegeta." Tears began to fill her eyes. "If this is about today, I'm sorry. I didn't realize." Bulma fought the sobs she knew were coming. It baffled her how much his words hurt her. She always knew he wasn't the family man, he would never show his affection the same way a human man would, but this was far worse than anything she could imagine. She had become so dependent upon his presence, the security he offered her, that the thought of him gone, because he had to, broke her heart.

Vegeta planted his lips upon hers, forcing her back to the ground. "That has nothing to do with this." He shifted his body so he straddled her, as his hands found their way to her hair. His elbows rested against her shoulders, his knees keeping her body from moving. He looked at her, and those blue eyes sparkled with tears. "I cannot continue like this. Far too many distractions."

"I…please don't leave." Bulma cried as he planted another sensual kiss upon her lips.

"I will return once the androids have been defeated. I cannot…I must be allowed to use my full strength, to hone my new power. This place prevents that." His lips met hers again, as his words rolled around in her head. Bulma was trying desperately to understand why he couldn't stay. Yes, he was distracted; yes he couldn't use his full strength. All of this made sense, but it didn't at the same time.

"What about Trunks?" Tears began to fall from her eyes, as his gloveless thumbs smudged them away.

"You said yourself he couldn't handle my level of training yet." Vegeta chuckled deeply, all most unheard, if not for the rumbling vibrating chest that Bulma's hands rested upon.

"But…" Bulma sniffed trying her hardest not to appear weak in front of him. She had gone so long being strong, proving that she could handle bearing a Saiyan child, handle a wild Saiyan man. But now, everything broke away, she couldn't be strong any longer, she wasn't a Saiyan woman she was human. Everything she held dear, all the things she had built seemed to come crashing down around her. Bulma threw her arms around Vegeta's neck, forcing their bodies to a seated place. She buried her face in his firm chest, as she cried. Vegeta did nothing, but sat there hands resting around her delicate shoulders. His face was cold, lost, confused. Vegeta had begun to understand love and the way she felt about him, to his surprise his heart hurt for her pain. He knew deep down he had to leave, everything he ever hopped for had changed and now he had to face a new trouble, one that would likely be the death of him and his family. He wasn't about to let that happen again. He wasn't going to let an evil monster take everything away from him again, not without a fight.

"Bulma." Vegeta lifted her tear-stained face with his hand, coaxing her lips to his again. Bulma took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. She wouldn't let their last kiss be pained and forced again, never again.

"When will you leave?" Bulma asked fearfully.

"I will wait until your parents return." Their nose touched but their lips only parted to speak.

"Thank you. I'll make sure…" Bulma kissed his lips "you aren't" their lips touched again, "longing for…" Their lips met one more time as her hands slid to his dark rough hair. "anything." Her words were breathy and left a hit of a much-needed want in them.

Bulma positioned her body over his; she wrapped her legs around his waist as her lips made small patterns on his face and neck. Bulma's hips gestured what she wanted, and Vegeta was eager to oblige.

Vegeta lifted her hind end up just enough to free his member from his shorts, her night-gown already allowed for him, her matching lace panties easily shifted to threads on the grown to make room. Softly he lowered her back down, sliding inside, as she gasped for air. Bulma bit into his shoulder.

Moaning she began to rock her hips, moving him back and forth inside of her. This position let everything touch the right spots, as her movements became more erythema, Vegeta laid her down upon the grass. "Not so fast there." He growled laying hot kisses down her neck.

He began to slide in and out of her wetness, throbbing at ever re-entry. Bulma moaned shouting incoherent words of wish. Vegeta kept his trusting uneven to make sure she lasted longer than five seconded. Their bodies twisted and contorted as Bulma's nails dug in to his back. Her high emotions led to quick achievement, even with Vegeta's efforts to keep her from release. He could feel her clenching down upon him; a frustrated pleased smile crossed his lips as he continued his motions. "Couldn't help yourself could you?" He hissed in her ear.

"Can you blame me?" Bulma purred in reply.

"I'm not finished with you." Vegeta whirled her around, her hind end up in the air as her breast brushed the gowned. Vegeta took hold of her hips, grinding himself into her, forcing every inch inside, then retreating quickly. Bulma couldn't help but to scream and moan at his gestures. He too voiced his satisfaction and enjoyment with deep guttural grunts with every entry.

Bulma's fingers wandered to her delicate nub, as she patted and rubbed her rocking flesh. "Please…Vegeta…I'm..." Bulma moaned trying to gain control over her body, "cum…inside…with…" Before she could utter her last word her body betrayed her, once again she clinched down upon his hard member only to lock him in place as he let out a roar of satisfaction. With two more pumps for good measure he removed himself from her, sitting back on his haunches. Bulma flipped over as she gazed up at the man whom she loved so desperately. Grabbing his hands she pulled he down, to rest upon her. Her chest heaved up and down with satisfaction as her fingers played in the hair of the man who'd soon leave her, but her mind was only on that moment.

Vegeta rested quietly on her chest, their bodies rising and falling with one another, he let her touch him, to feel him, he didn't mind. The sensation that once bothered him now calmed his nerves, made him feel, okay.

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