Vegeta watched as Bulma shut their door, walking calmly across the room toward the radio. She flipped the switch, and a commercial about a pizza joint was blaring. The prince had a moment to glance at the bed they shared, before Bulma marched over to him, her face angry. I've missed my bed.. Ah, here we go. Her blue eyes were glittering with anger and fear, as she stood in front of him.
"How could you?" Bulma hissed, and he could tell she was trying very hard not to yell.
"Oh, how could I what?" Vegeta countered, trying to keep from losing his temper.
"How could you let that happen?!" She shrieked, taking a step toward him. "If anything happens to Trunks, anything at all, THAT'S ON YOU!"
Vegeta felt rage building up inside of him, and he stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her to him, but she jerked back. Stumbling, she hit his chest with her free hand, trying to force him to release her arm. But she was no match for him, and they both knew that. The prince pulled her toward him again, but he refused to hurt her. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do. Physical harm, anyway.
"I fucked up." Vegeta snarled, his nose nearly touching hers. He could feel her breath tickling his lips. "And I know that if something had happened to him, you'd never forgive me, I KNOW."
"You're such AN ARROGANT BASTARD!" Bulma growled, her voice rising again. "It could have been over. OVER, VEGETA! But, no. You just had to push it, didn't you? Of all the ne-"
"I don't need this shit." Vegeta cut her off, letting go of her arm. "I'm going back into the hyperbolic time chamber. Then, I will finish this." The Saiyan turned away from her, starting toward the door.
"One of you, all of you... I don't care. Just stop him, please. Vegeta.. Please." Something in her voice made him glance back at her, and he could see tears in her eyes. "You don't even know what is was like for me, Vegeta. You don't! I was up there, and I was so worried. So worried. All I kept thinking about was bracing myself for something bad. And there's no bracing yourself for that when it comes to people you love! When Piccolo said you were hurt... I didn't know what to do. I almost left Trunks with them and flew down."
"You never do that." Vegeta stepped back over to her, fighting the urge to touch her face. "You stay out of the way, Woman."
"It's hard to do when they tell you that your son is up against someone like that! And when he said that Trunks had been beaten... I was losing my mind with fear. I was so scared that he was going to kill my boy... And I don't know how to cut that fear off, I can't! I can't, Vegeta. I can't be like you and not care, or act like I don't care! Because you two are ALL I care about!" She turned around quickly, holding her hand up. He could tell she was trying to hold it together, but he also knew she was crying. "I can't.."
"How the hell'd we wind up like this? Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed? Try and turn the tables?" The radio was still loud in his ears, as he walked over to the woman in front of him, trying to decide what to do. What to say. "I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase. Lately there's been too much of this, but don't think it's too late."
"I know it's not okay." His voice was gruff, as his arms went around her waist.
"Nothing's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will. Someday, somehow, I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now." She turned, pushing him away, but he grabbed her arm again.
"Vegeta!" Bulma tried to snatch away, but he held her firmly in his grasp. "Let me go!" Backing her against the wall, he kissed her hard, trying to make her forget how angry she was at him. How disappointed she was in him. That was the last thing he ever wanted her to be.
"I know you're wondering when.." The music played, as he grabbed her free hand, pushing her arms up over her head. "You're the the only one who knows that someday, somehow, I'm gonna make it all right. But not right now. I know you're wondering when." Pressing his body against hers, he pushed her harder into the wall, kissing her roughly. Surprisingly, she didn't resist, only kissed him back just as eagerly.
"Well, I'd hope that since we're here anyway, we could end up saying things we always needed to say, so we could end up staying." Letting go of her hands, his arms slipped around her waist, picking her up to him. Her legs wrapping around him made his lower abdomen burn, as he carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he was over her before she had the chance to stop him.
"Vegeta.." Bulma regained her composure, trying to push him off. The anger was swelling back up in her eyes, but he grabbed her hand again. Pinning her down on the bed, he hovered over her, his eyes burning into hers. "Now the story's played out like this, just like a paperback novel. Let's rewrite an ending that fits, instead of a Hollywood horror."
"Did you miss me?" The Saiyan asked gruffly, watching her face.
"Like hell." Bulma replied, never looking away. "Nothing's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will. Someday, somehow, I'm gonna make it all right. But not right now. I know you're wondering when. You're the only one who knows that-"
"Then, don't." Vegeta let go of her hands, his own hand slipping to the nape of her neck, and he kissed her again. "Someday, somehow, I'm gonna make it all right but not right now. I know you're wondering when."
"Did...you?" Bulma asked between kisses.
"Mhm." He grunted, breaking their kiss to pull her shirt up over her head. "You're the only one who knows that.." Unhooking her bra swiftly, he threw it to the floor, his lips crashing against hers again. The prince felt her shudder underneath him as his tongue touched hers, and his hand found the button on her pants. "How the hell'd we wind up like this?"
"You're...such a...jerk." Bulma breathed into him as they kissed.
"Hn." Breaking their kiss, he pulled her pants off, along with her underwear. "Why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed, try and turn the tables? Now the story's played out like this, just like a paperback novel."
He could feel her heart beating in her chest, and it made his adrenaline heighten. Every part of her being was flooding through his senses, and it was like a rush of drugs. Oh, how he had missed that feeling that she so easily gave to him, with just her emotions that he knew how to bring out. "Let's rewrite an ending that fits, instead of a Hollywood horror."
"You were gone too long." She whispered, pulling his shirt up and off of him. "I did miss you, Vegeta.."
"I know." The Saiyan mumbled in a growl, leaning down to her face. His nose was close to hers, and her eyes were begging him to love her. "Nothing's wrong, just as long as you know that someday I will.." His hand found its way down to her, and she inhaled at his touch, her back arching. Vegeta wanted nothing more than to hear her scream, but he knew that was not going to happen with a house full of people.
"Someday, somehow, I'm gonna make it all right but not right now. I know you're wondering when." A part of him was fighting everything that was about to happen. It was not the time, and everyone was going to know something was up. But still... She was underneath him, her body fragile and warm. Her breath tickling his neck softly was making him begin to lose control, and his hand went to her hip, the other on the nape of her neck. Entering her a little harder than he meant to, she let out a small yelp, and he stopped.
"Bulma?" Vegeta looked down at her, waiting for her to respond. You're the only one who knows that.. Someday, somehow-"
"I'm okay." She whispered, nodding slightly. "Come here." Her little hand was at the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again. "-I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now. I know you're wondering when."
It had been far too long, she was right. He had been gone too long. That feeling of being inside of her, having her close to him... It had all begun to feel like a distant memory, until now. Like he could really ever forget what it was like being with her. Sleeping with her. Even the little moments when she would scratch his chest or cuddle up to him with her leg over his stomach. It made him feel wanted, and he had never felt that way before.
"You're the only one who knows that-" The prince had never needed to feel wanted before, until she had waltzed into his life. And while he would always do what he wanted, she stayed in the back of his mind, making him feel guilty. Making him second guess himself, knowing that he could easily just do the right thing. But he never really could. "I know you're wondering when."
Her fingernails were scratching into his neck, as her fingers tangled in his hair. Her lips were close to his ear, he could feel her breath, and it drove him crazy. It was almost too much, and he slowed down a moment, just feeling her. It wasn't helping, and he sped up again, everything that he had been missing... Was right there under his body.
"Vegeta.." Bulma whimpered into his ear, her voice barely above a whisper. He could feel her heart pounding against his ribs, as he moved against her faster. Knowing she was close made it difficult for him to keep control, and he suddenly lost his grip on his power. Turning super Saiyan, he continued thrusting against her.
It was like a deep wave of pleasure, and he could feel her tighten around him. Knowing he had to keep quiet, he bit down onto her shoulder, and she let out a whispered moan. "Vegeta.." Bulma was trying to keep her voice down. "I..love you, I love...you. I love..." She was breathing hard, squirming under him as he continued to move against her.
Her voice and her sounds made everything disappear for the moment, as he kissed her shoulder, and slowed to a stop inside of her. A bead of sweat ran down the bridge of his nose, landing on her shoulder, as he tried to level his breathing. Forcing himself to glance up, he thought for a moment she was asleep, she had been so quiet. But no, her big blue eyes seemed to be fixated on him, watching him in awe.
"What?" He managed to growl out, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Look at you..." Her tiny hands cupped his face, pulling him to hers. "My super Saiyan."
"Pfft." Vegeta let out a little huff, a slight grin replacing his smirk.
"I know you have to go soon, but... Can you just.." Bulma pulled him down with her, and he rested his chin on her chest, his forehead against her chin. Before he could get comfortable, something red caught his eye, and he glanced over at her shoulder.
"You're bleeding." Vegeta said quietly, his voice cold, as he wiped away the little trickles of blood from her shoulder.
"I'm fine." She mumbled, her hand sifting through his hair. Like old times.
"I didn't mean to do that." Vegeta admitted, and she smiled.
"I liked it." Bulma whispered. "Anything you do."
"You just don't know." The prince growled softly, giving the four little puncture holes one last glance, before pulling out of her. His hair darkened, the blonde glow and blue-green eyes gone.
"Don't go, yet." Bulma pleaded, and he laid back against the pillows, allowing her to turn over to him. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she sighed, her hand resting on his chest. Instinctively, he tensed up at her touch, but she didn't mind. "Wanna know something?"
"What?" Vegeta asked, his arm around her waist, hand on her hip.
"You're the only.. One. You know? The only person I've ever let in like this.. You were my first, I never slept with Yamcha."
"I know." The Saiyan murmured. "I could tell."
"You know that's why he hurt me, right? Because of you." She said quietly, and he put a finger under her chin, lifting her head up to face him.
"What are you talking about?" He demanded icily, and she huffed out a laugh.
"You remember when I had the bruises? Before us.."
"Yes." Vegeta was burning holes into her eyes with his own dark ones.
"I caught him cheating, again, but this time he was screwing some girl. We had an argument in the parking lot, and I was really, really mad. I told him if I had known that he'd been cheating on me, I would have fucked the hell out of you before I went over there... That's why he grabbed me." Bulma admitted, and he chuckled.
"You are something." Vegeta mumbled, his finger brushing across her bottom lip. "He won't ever touch you again."
"Please just stay here, Vegeta. Can't we just stay in this bed all day?" She pouted, and he eased her off of him, sitting up.
"No, Woman." He growled, standing from the bed. She sat up herself, swinging her legs over the bed, standing. Feeling guilty still for making her so upset, Vegeta grabbed her bra and shirt, walking over to her. Her eyes lit up a bit at the gesture, as she slipped into her bra, and he hooked it. Handing over her shirt, she slid into it, as he began dressing himself. Once fully clothed, the prince turned back toward her, walking her toward the wall. Reaching over, he flipped the switch on the radio, turning it off.
"I know this isn't your ideal life, Vegeta.. But, am I..." She sighed, looking down. "I dunno."
"Yuna ariay puerftiona." Vegeta whispered in her ear, before kissing her forehead. "Iy vaeh misid'e yuna."
Before she could respond, he was already opening the door. As he walked back out into the hall, she felt herself sink into the wall a little. "I love you too, Vegeta."
Bulma had finally forced herself to join the others in the big room, at the front of Capsule Corp. Yamcha had given her a strange look when she had entered the room, his eyes seemed to shoot daggers at Vegeta. The prince was leaned against the wall, a smirk on his face. The blue haired beauty walked by him, rolling her eyes playfully, making her way over to their teenage son. The boy looked up at her from the floor where he lay, and she gave him a smile.
"You ready for that haircut, Trunks?" Bulma asked, and he sat up, standing from the floor.
"Thank you." Trunks mumbled, following behind her.
"Is it weird? Seeing me in this time?" She asked, as they walked into the kitchen.
"A little, but... You look like Mom."
"That's because I am your mom, silly." Bulma grinned at her son, who huffed out a laugh.
"Yea, you're right." Trunks said, sitting down in the chair.
"Of course I am. Now, just look straight ahead, okay?" She instructed, grabbing the scissors from one of the kitchen drawers. "I still can't believe that we built a time machine... That's amazing!"
"I just hope it wasn't for nothing." Her son mumbled, as she combed through his hair.
"Hey, don't say that. It wasn't for nothing, it was for everything." Bulma said surely, cutting his hair short. "It's all going to work out, you'll see."
"If you really believe that, why do you sound so worried?" Trunks asked, and she sighed.
"Because that's what mothers do." The blue haired genius replied, giving the only answer she found suitable to say to her boy. She continued cutting his hair, and caught Vegeta's eye from across the room. He immediately looked away, and she felt her heart flutter.
He may never admit it, but he cares about us, I know he does. Maybe even...loves us. I think so. I really do... The words that he whispered, for just her to know, echoed through her head. "Yuna ariay puerftiona."..."Iy vaeh misid'e yuna." I can only wonder what it means... Maybe he'll tell me eventually. He always does...
"It's more strange to see my father." Trunks' statement pulled her from her thoughts. "I.. I don't remember him at all, really."
"I know that he's hard to understand... But, he's a good man." Bulma mumbled, as she decided to cut his hair a little bit shorter. "You wanna know something? He saved us. You and I, once."
"How so?" Her son asked, curiosity in his voice.
"When I was pregnant with you... It was rough, I'm not going to lie. And I nearly miscarried, but your father stepped in and stopped it. He transferred energy to us, and we were fine." Bulma confided, setting the scissors down on the counter. "Just don't tell him I told you that!"
"Wow... He did that, huh..." Trunks glanced up at her, realizing she was done with his haircut. "Thanks for cutting my hair."
"No problem, kiddo!" Bulma chirped, without thinking about it. She leaned over, her hand pressing against his temple, pulling his head toward her. Kissing the top of his head quickly, she sighed and stepped back. "I know Vegeta's ready to get back to Kami's place, so go ahead. Please watch out for him for me, will you? And... Take care of yourself, Trunks. Be careful!"
"I will, I promise. Thanks, Mom."
So, I know a lot of fuss may come out of this chapter, but you've got to remember that Vegeta has a soft spot for Bulma. As I said before, I am playing it off of Trunks' coming back from the future shifting events more than he originally thought. That three year gap wasn't for nothing. Vegeta gained major feelings for Bulma, and he doesn't know how to express those feelings by saying things like "I love you." The most he can do is little things to show affection, and the physical part. That's his biggest way of letting her know he cares.
With that being said, he still hasn't changed all that much. He does feel guilty BECAUSE of Bulma, but that doesn't stop him from being a dick.
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