Chapter 44: The oversize cat
Vegeta knocked on the door leading to his daughter's bedroom.
"Bra?"
The Saiyan prince frowned when he got no answer. He could feel her energy behind the closed door, yet she would not give him any reply. She had never sulked him like that - was she that mad at him?
"I know you're in there," he said, trying to turn the handle. "What the - unlock the door, Bra."
Again, he got no answer and he sighed heavily. You're truly not giving me any other option, Bra. With a careless slap of the back of his hand, the door violently swung opened: Bra - who was sitting on her bed - turned her head and her blue eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger. For some reason, her glare made Vegeta shiver: she really looked too much like her mother after all. Her eyes threw very sameknives at him.
"You can't do that!" she protested, leering at him angrily.
"I can't do what?" he asked, a bit amused by the situation.
"You can't just break my door like that when I don't want to unlock it for you, it's got to be cheating - or at least unfair!"
And then, the little girl folded her arms and sneered.
"Though it does not actually matter to you, I suppose!"
Vegeta blinked several times.
"That's enough," he growled, "I am your father and you have absolutely no right to speak to me like that!"
"Yeah, YEAH! Whatev-"
"Look," he cut her off, "Either you quit that bratty attitude of yours right now, or I'm going back and I'm taking my offer with me."
Really, he had endured enough. He wasn't going to allow a four years old little girl, let alone his own daughter, to lead him, dominate him and order him around, right? Certainly not.
He was Vegeta, not Kakarot!
Bra's eyes immediately softened, and she unfolded her arms as she looked at her father with the utmost interest.
"What offer?" she asked more politely.
"First of all..."
Vegeta sighed again, gazing down on his daughter. So beautiful, so innocent. Why did she insist on training that much? It couldn't be just the Saiyan blood: Saiyan females weren't typically that much into fighting anyway, even the pure-blooded ones. So, a half-Saiyan female? That did not make sense to Vegeta. She did not even look like a Saiyan - except from the fact that she was very beautiful. Just like her brother, she had received none of the physical traits of the fallen warrior race: no black hair, no dark eyes. Bra actually looked so much like her mother that it was almost scary: she had the same blue and soft hair, the same cobalt blue eyes, the same pale skin and the same facial structure. She was also a genius, like Bulma. Vegeta remembered that she could read at the age of three - she was a very, very clever child, and a fast learner, just like her mother before her.
Not to mention the temper, which was unfortunately very similar too.
"You will not take any lesson from Kakarot ever again," he said very firmly. "If I ever see him even talking to you about fighting, merely approaching the topic in a normal and innocent conversation, you are not getting out of this room before you're eighteen and he is dead."
"But-" Bra started, offended, before shutting her mouth under her dad's severe glare. "Sorry," she quickly whispered.
Vegeta let go a subtle "humph" and crossed his arms.
"I can train you a little-"
"Oh really?" Bra's voice raised cheerfully. "You mean it?"
Jumping from her bed, she caught him into a bone-crushing hug - well, actually, she caught him into what would have been a bone-crushing hug, if only she had the strength to do so.
"I love you, I love you," she claimed happily, kissing his cheek as she held herself onto his neck, "You're awesome, you're the best, I love you sos so SO much Dad, you're-"
"Easy now, Bra," he said, though he hugged her back.
God, was he glad that she wasn't mad at him anymore.
"I said I would train you a little," Vegeta continued, "Not that I would train you as hard as I train Trunks. I will not, no Bra, not even if you look at me like that," he added, for she was pouting at him in such an adorable way. "But I'll show you the basics, all right?"
Bra nodded: surely that was better than nothing, and that was all she wanted after all.
As for Vegeta, he mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that she would get bored out of her mind after one or two lessons after seeing that training was not the game she thought it was, or at least that it would be enough to satisfy her.
"Now," he sighed, "If you'll excuse me, I have to find an explanation for your mother about the door."
Two bodies moved together gracefully into the steam: her short blue hair had flattened, since the burning water fell right on it, and his black hair still stood upright, even though the water hit it in its fall as well. He nibbled her neck and she moaned his name, causing his lips to curve into a smirk against her fragile skin. He'd always loved that voice, he had always loved how she sounded how she was begging him, even back in thoses days where he tried to fool himself that he did not care if he didn't hear it ever again.
Idiot.
He'd been an idiot to have been given such a magnificient creature and taking so long to fully appreciate what fate had offered him. Bulma was, after all, one of the very few people - and certainly the first one - who had actually given him a chance. The chance to make his own choice, the chance to be the person he wanted to be. And, for that, he was more than grateful.
He kissed her and she arched her back a little, digging her nails into the skin of his back - though he barely felt it. She whimpered and he held her thighs even more firmly around him.
"Vegeta," she breathed heavily, her nails getting deeper in his back.
Her back arched violently and her whole body shook against Vegeta's as her voice cried out in ultimate pleasure. She was panting, while his breathing was heavier than usual, yet even. Bulma leaned her forehead against her husband's, and their gazes met. She was so beautiful - she could complain all she wanted that she was getting older, he barely noticed. Whenever the prince laid his eyes on her, he saw the same gorgeous, bold young woman that was "beautiful before she spoke", the one that had talked to him on Earth with absolutely no fear and a very noticable disrespect.
She smiled hesitantly.
"How can you...?" she started off after a short moment of silence, but then her voice faded away before she could finish her sentence.
"How can I what?" Vegeta asked, his hand caressing her wet cheek.
"How can you still look at me with those eyes?" she finished softly. "I know I'm not... I mean I'm not getting any younger, you know, and you still-"
The prince smirked.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you. Not to mention I spent two full days into that Hyperbolic Time Chamber-whatever. That means two more years - for my body at least."
"But you don't age," she said, looking at him very carefully. "It doesn't matter how old you actually are, you're still the handsome Saiyan that was brought here on Earth by Dende's wish, whereas I-"
"You know," he cut her off, "This seems yo bother you far more than it could ever bother me."
"Well..."
Bulma bit her bottom lip.
"Have you noticed how people look at us in the streets?" she asked.
"No," he replied blankly.
She rolled her blue eyes.
"It figures," she mumbled. "The thing is, with you looking like you're barely thirty and me looking as old as I actually am, I look like a... well..."
Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red and her eyes wandered away.
"I look like a freaking cougar," she finished.
Vegeta blinked several times, staring at her in disbelief.
"What does an oversize cat has to do with any of this?!" he asked, feeling a bit clueless.
"No, I mean... goddammit, it's just an expression Vegeta! A cougar's a woman who likes, erm, much younger men."
"So?"
"So?!" she scoffed. "You mean you don't mind that people think I'm a perverted fifty years old woman running after a thirty years old man?!"
"Firstly," he said, lifting a finger, "You are hardly running after me, woman. And, secondly," he added, lifting another finger, "I am not thirty."
"But you look like you are!" she insisted. "I can go and explain to everyone 'Yo, don't look at me like that, he's just a never-aging alien'!"
"I will age," he replied flatly. "If that can make you feel any better."
Bulma's eyebrows raised.
"When?"
"We Saiyans retain a young body and appearance in order to fight as long as we can, but time catches up with us eventually. We age dramatically fast at the end of our life."
He paused, staring at his mate in amusement.
"Doesn't it remind you of a conversation we had years before today?"
When she simply frowned, he smirked and continued:
"You know, about you and excessively high-heeled shoes."
Bulma flushed.
"They were not excessively high," she said defensively.
Vegeta kissed her forehead.
"And you are not a giant cat," he whispered to her ear.
End of the chapter: Muahaha I just could NOT resist that cougar thing :D ever since this came to my mind while discussing with Strefe, this had to be written!!
