Chapter 11: Something More

Bulma was reeling. He said it. Vegeta said he loved me.

Vegeta kept talking, either not aware or not acknowledging Bulma's consternation. "I was never supposed to be born, Bulma." She looked up at him, appalled. He just trudged on. "My father was Vegeta Ouji Sr., Sergeant First Class in the US Army. He started out as an infantryman and retired as a special forces soldier. His father, my grandfather, was also a Sergeant. Well, the equivalent of a sergeant, anyways. In the Japanese military. My mother was Kumiko de Sanna, a princess of a small micro nation off the coast of Italy. She was betrothed to a young officer in my father's battalion, who went by the name Frieza." Bulma didn't miss the air of hatred as Vegeta spoke the name. "Unbeknownst to my mother's parents, she fell in love. But not with Frieza."

"Your father," Bulma breathed. Vegeta nodded his head.

Through a hauntingly sad smile he said, "they got married on a boat headed back to America. My father's contract was up and he was ready to settle down with my mother." His face became grim as he was reminded of something. "But one doesn't just denounce Frieza like my mother had. To say he was pissed is putting it mildly." Vegeta stared coldly into Bulma's eyes. "You don't mess with the heir to a major crime syndicate." Bulma couldn't stifle her gasp. Vegeta continued on, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Bulma's. "Frieza called in reinforcements to track my parents down. By the time my folks realized what was happening, my mother was already pregnant with me. That didn't go over well once Frieza found out. He was outraged. I think on some level he thought he could still get with mother after he killed my father. But he was not going to raise another man's child, so Kumiko had to go too. It's not like he really cared for her anyways..." Vegeta's voice trailed off, lost in thought. He squeezed Bulma's hand and began anew. "My parents went into hiding. It wasn't easy. We used different names every few months and I was homeschooled for most of my life. Even though we were really good at covering our tracks, information of our whereabouts leaked through to some of Frieza's goons." Vegeta closed his eyes, his hands shaking. "When I was thirteen, I went to the movies with some kids from the neighborhood. I had an emergency cell phone back then, and when the movie let out I noticed a bunch of missed calls from my mother. Even some from Nappa. A text from my father that said 'don't come home'. Of course being a stubborn teenager, I didn't listen. I ran as fast as I could to my house not caring about anything but getting my feet to move faster." A shudder raked through Vegeta then. "When I got there, the house was engulfed in flames. Police and fire department said it was a gas main explosion. Tsch. The coroner must've just glazed over the several bullet wounds both my parents had sustained before the fire." He paused again, memories flashing before his eyes. "Nappa caught me before I got too close to the house. He took me away. Hid me and raised me as his own. I grew up at his gym down on Post. It was pretty calm for the most part. I grew up angry and alone. But no one came after me. Everything changed though when a new gym opened up across the street from Nappa's. The Cold Gym." He glance up at Bulma, noticing that the name didn't elicit a sense of fear. "As in the Cold Empire. Frieza's father's gang. The mafia had moved in next door." Bulma's mouth fell open. Vegeta gently pushed her lower jaw back up and continued with his story. "They must've tracked Nappa down a long time ago, but decided not to make a move. They knew I hadn't died in the fire. I was nearing eighteen at that point and it seemed pointless to hide any longer. So I came out, claiming my real name for the first time in my life. It felt kind of liberating." He gave a small smile that didn't last long. "Right before my high school graduation I was approached by some of the thugs from the Cold Gym. They had a message for me; I could join them and all'd be forgiven. Or I could refuse and they'd come for me later. Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a stubborn sonofabitch, so of course I refused. I knew they'd come for me eventually, so I gave them no ammo in which to target me. Kept to myself, didn't make any meaningful relationships aside for the ones they already knew about."

"Raditz?"

"He's my cousin," he said with a shrug. "I'm no social butterfly. Just spoke to Nappa and the occasional regular at the gym." He looked up at Bulma and gave his signature shit-eating grin. "Until I moved in next door to a screaming banshee who never left me alone. That's when trouble began."

Bulma frowned. "I'm causing you trouble?"

Vegeta scoffed. "Baby, I've been in trouble my whole life. I avoided trying to meet anyone because I knew they'd use it against me one day. But you're like a tornado, sucking me in. I couldn't help but fall into your snare."

Bulma grabbed his face then and kissed him hard on the lips.

"There's more I have to tell you," Vegeta murmured around her mouth.

This was the most she'd ever heard him say before. And she wanted no more of it. "Not right now." She said between kisses. "Just make love to me." She didn't care that her and Vegeta were in some sort of unknown danger. She didn't care that he had things he needed to tell her. The only thing she cared about was having the man she loved in her arms. And everything else could be dealt with later. "I need you, Vegeta."

The way her tongue caressed his name was his undoing. He groaned into her kiss and fisted his hands into her hair. He grabbed her from off the floor and rolled with her onto the bed, hovering above her. He looked down at her, his brows furrowing in confusion. How could this woman still want me? Bulma gently placed her hand on Vegeta's cheek. She wiped away a tear from his eye. He hadn't realized he'd started crying. He captured her lips and held her to him. Slowly they began removing each other's clothes, reveling in the feel of their exposed skin. This was different than the last times they'd had sex. It wasn't rushed like the first time or desperate like in the library. This was sweet. Sensual. They truly were making love. Expressing to each other through touch how much they cared for the other. When they were both finally naked, Vegeta started teasing Bulma's opening with the tip of his cock. He loved the way her eyes fluttered. He slowly pushed in to her. She was so slick.

"Mmmm... Vegeta," she panted.

Vegeta started moving, groaning as he stretched her walls and felt her quiver. They were both lost. Lost in each other. Lost to the sensations happening around them.

Vegeta reached his hand down and began circling Bulma's little bundle of nerves. He heard her breath catch. He moved to nibble on her breast, lapping at her exposed nipples. He slightly nipped her left nipple with his teeth.

"Ahhh!"

Vegeta moved his mouth to lick at the space beneath Bulma's ear. "I love the sounds you make, woman," he whispered to her. He turned his face to look into her eyes.

She reached her hands up to cradle his face and he mirrored the action, cradling her head between his hands.

"I love you." Vegeta's whispered words were full of passion. Longing.

Bulma's eyes pricked with tears. "I love you, Vegeta."

They continued their slow, meaningful lovemaking into the night. Whispering sweet nothings into ear other's ears and making each other feel things they've never felt before. Until they finally succumbed to their own intense releases, both falling into a peaceful sleep.

Vegeta woke to the sound of his phone going off. He tried to reach for it but was trapped. Looking down, he saw the woman draped over his chest. She looked so peaceful, even with the blaring of his phone. He stretched his fingers and grabbed it off the edge of the bedside table just in time to answer the call.

"Hello," he said groggily.

"About damn time you answered your phone. It's already 10 o'clock. What the hell have you been doing?" Came Nappa's stern voice from the other end.

Vegeta glanced down at a naked Bulma tangled around him. His face lit up in a smirk. "I've been a little... busy."

"Good God, son, how do you two function?" Vegeta could sense Nappa rolling his eyes, but he could also hear a subtle touch of pride in his voice.

"I'd say we function just fine together," Vegeta replied suggestively.

Nappa ignored his comment. "Did you tell her?"

"Not everything," was Vegeta's clipped response.

"You didn't tell her about what would happen if she becam-"

"No," he interrupted. Even if he had finished telling her everything, he'd already decided to leave that part out, least she run screaming for the hills.

"Vegeta, with the way you two are going, this is something you'll need to discuss eventually."

"Yeah. Eventually. Meaning not right now. It's too soon."

"You sure you can be a hundred percent certain it won't happen?"

"I'm sure. She's on the patch. I've seen it." Vegeta did not want to be having this conversation right now.

Bulma started to stir just then. She blinked her eyes up at him. "I gotta go," he hurriedly said to Nappa. "Wait!" he heard him shout through the phone. "When will I be able to get you two over for dinner?!" Vegeta hung up on him. Crazy old bastard.

"Who was that," Bulma asked sleepily, stretching lightly.

Vegeta stared into her deep cobalt eyes. "Nobody important." He snuggled into her cleavage, making her giggle.

"Someone's in a better mood this morning," she observed while stroking Vegeta's hair.

"I had a good lay last night," Vegeta said through a grin.

Bulma smacked him on the shoulder. "Hey! I was better than good, you ass!"

"That you were." He smirked.

Suddenly, Vegeta grabbed Bulma and sat her on top of him, making her squeal. He pulled her head down for a searing kiss. His hands cupped her ass and he gave a harsh squeeze. He felt her involuntarily grind against his erection. He quickly released her from their kiss, "let's take a shower."

The slow mischievous smile that spread across Bulma's face told him he was in for a world-wind experience.

As they walked to the bathroom adjoined to Vegeta's bedroom, Vegeta kept one of Bulma's hands firmly in his grip. He led her to the sink and hoisted her up onto the counter top. He left her there for a moment to go turn on the expansive enclosed-glass shower. He sauntered back over to Bulma, grasping her hips. He began kissing her down the side of her neck and enjoyed the breathy moan that escaped her lips.

"Vegeta..."

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he lifted her to carry her under the steamy cascade. Vegeta pushed her back against the tiled wall and continued his assault on her neck, moving his way down her chest. As he was making his way down the valley of her breasts, Bulma threaded her hands in his hair and pulled his head back. She could feel his cock hard against her thigh.

"I think my mouth is a little too unoccupied at the moment," Bulma stated. She kissed him quickly then glided to her knees onto the shower floor, placing her hands on either side of Vegeta's hips. He never thought he'd see the day that Bulma Briefs would be on her knees in from of him like this.

"Do you know how many times I've conjured up this very image, woman?"

Bulma just smiled up at him and deliberately licked her lips. Keeping eye contact, she grasped his hard cock in her hand, slowly leaning forward and claiming him with her mouth. Vegeta tilted his head back in pleasure. Bulma began sliding her mouth along his shaft at a leisurely pace. Vegeta couldn't handle it any longer. He grabbed her head between his hands.

"Hold on, woman," he ordered between his teeth. Bulma held on to his backside, kneading his ass cheeks. Vegeta started thrusting into her mouth. Bulma's eyes were wide for a moment. But then she looked up as Vegeta's face. She was so turned on by the sheer power of this man as his rammed his cock into the back of her throat. She let her jaw go slack. Her pussy was dripping from partaking in such an animalistic act. Before he could cum he pulled Bulma up from the floor and pushed her against the glass door of the shower, her back to his front. He couldn't help but think what her breasts must look like pressed against the glass like that. He entered her quickly, making her gasp at the intrusion.

"Fuck, woman, you're so ready. Did me fucking your mouth turn you on?" Bulma just gave a garbled response, too overcome by the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her. She wanted release and she wanted it now. She moved her hand down to rub at her clit. She was building and she could feel Vegeta's thrusts become more sporadic. Before long they were both screaming incoherently, falling together once again.

They spent the rest of their time in the shower soaping each other up and caressing the others slippery skin. Cleansing themselves of their dirty acts. They shared secret glances at each other as they toweled dry.

"You know," Bulma abruptly spoke up while drying herself off, "I never thought I'd be into having my face fucked but that was nice." She flashed Vegeta a wicked grin.

Vegeta growled at her. "You can't say shit like that to me, woman."

Bulma giggled. "And why not?"

"It does things to a man," he advanced toward her, deviousness intent on his face.

Bulma barely escaped his clutches. He was just able to swat her behind as she scurried out of the bathroom, grabbing one of Vegeta's shirts off the floor of his bedroom on the way, all the while laughing.

Bulma walked out into the living room wearing one of Vegeta's teeshirts. It smelled like him. Vegeta was still drying off from their shower. She took a moment to look around. A black leather L-shaped sofa took up the majority of the wall and corner on the right of Vegeta's bedroom door. There was a glass coffee table in between the couch and the big flatscreen TV. To her left sat the kitchen, a breakfast bar that looked unused stretching across the side that lead from the front door. Toward the back left corner sat a small dining table with two chairs. All in all, his place was sparse. Devoid of any emotion or meaningful knickknacks that showed any personality. Bulma scoffed in her head. The sparseness of this place actually does kinda fit Vegeta's tough guy persona. She vaguely wondered where he got all the money for this place.

She walked to the sofa and sat down. Her mind began to wander back to yesterday. Her head was still spinning from all she learned. Especially Vegeta's admission. He loves me. Bulma smiled to herself. The smile slipped though when she thought of all Vegeta had endured as a child. She clenched her hands to her chest at the pain his story caused her. And here she was causing more trouble just by being with him. Even though she didn't understand why, she was putting him in danger and it made her feel so guilty. I wonder what else he has to tell me...

Vegeta walked into the room at that moment and Bulma plastered a smile on her face. He wore a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Mmmm, Bulma bit her bottom lip. Vegeta caught the way she was looking at him and smirked. But he had also glimpsed her pained expression when he'd first entered the room. His eyebrows knitted together.

"What's on the agenda for today?" Bulma asked enthusiastically.

"Oh, I have some ideas..." he murmured salaciously, walking authoritatively toward her.

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Vegeta and Bulma spent the entire day together, never leaving each other's side for more than a minute. They stayed in Vegeta's apartment. Lounging on the couch - making love on the couch. Watching Netflix. Ordering takeout. Simply spending time together. At one point they had an intense popcorn battle that resulted in a very erotic ceasefire.

All too soon it came to an end. Vegeta reluctantly turned toward Bulma as he sat on the couch with her head in his lap watching some sappy drama. "I have some more things to tell you."

Bulma looked up at him from her position on his lap. She knew this was coming. She still hadn't completely prepared her mind for all of this yet and it made her antsy. Because even though what he told her last night was awful, she knew it was not nearly as bad as what Vegeta needed to tell her now.

Bulma sat up and looked into his deep, dark eyes. "Go on," Bulma encouraged seeing his unease.

"When I was eighteen I got into this fight. More like a beat down, really."

"The Cold Gym?" Bulma guessed.

"Yeah. King Cold, Frieza's father, hadn't appreciated my refusal to join him and his crew. I was beaten to a bloody pulp. Broken ribs, fractured eye socket, busted knee. You name it, they inflicted it. As the guys were giving out their punishments, Frieza stood by watching. He's a sick fuck. With each punch and kick he recited my fate if I continued to refuse them. If I ever tried to run, they wouldn't be too far behind. If I ever tried to get the cops involved, they'd just turn around and kill me before I even got the chance to utter a word." He glanced up at Bulma then. "If I ever met someone..." Vegeta stared deeply into Bulma's eye, trying to communicate without words. But he knew he had to say them. Out loud. "If I ever met someone to love, she'd be the death of me. An object for them to use to torment me with. Frieza's exact words were 'you ever find yourself a little cunt stupid enough to love you, it'd only be too easy to break her down right before your eyes'." Vegeta didn't repeat the rest of that man's sentence, but it played unhindered in his mind. 'I have a lot of men at my disposal. I'm sure I could count on a few of them to have a good time with her before I shot her in the head'. His voice was thick with emotion. Bulma just held his gaze.

"I don't understand." Bulma whispered. "With your parents dead, why're they still coming after you? And why would Frieza want you to join his gang?" She tried to ignore the last part he'd said.

Vegeta scoffed. "Frieza's resentment runs deep. He thinks that if he can have control over me it'd be one final 'fuck you' to my parents. Show everyone that he knows how to hold a grudge and that no one crosses him."

"And what about," Bulma swallowed thickly. "About the lover thing."

Vegeta gave her a hard look. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Holy shit. I really am in danger then... She shook her head. "You didn't answer my question."

Vegeta ran a hand through his hair. "Goes back to not being able to get with my mom, I suspect. Who knows. The whole lot of them are evil." The thing that Vegeta refused to tell the woman gnawed at the edge of his skull just then, threatening to burst out. No. She doesn't need to know. It's not even an issue right now.

Bulma could see that there was something Vegeta wasn't telling her, but she didn't want to push him. She could see how hard all of this was for him to say. And she didn't really want to hear what other unspeakable torment there was in store for them. She considered all of the things he had just divulged. It made her sad. Vegeta lost everything at such a young age. Before he was even born, really. It wasn't fair to him. And he deserved to have love in his life. Not to be hunted down and threatened.

Bulma sat up on her knees and looked Vegeta dead in the eye. "I want to help," she said emphatically. "I can go to the police and give them a tip of something nefarious happening at the Cold Gym. They'd listen to me."

Vegeta scoffed. "And why would they do that?"

"The Briefs family is like royalty. The cops basically work for us. And we have quite a few of them in our pockets on a daily basis."

"Frieza does too."

"Have you forgotten? I have a lot of money," she said through a smirk. "I'm sure it wouldn't take much to persuade the good men and women protecting out city that there is something going on. Besides, the government wouldn't want to cross my father. Things never turn out in their favor when they do."

Vegeta just gaped at the woman sitting next to him. He couldn't believe it. Here she was sitting next to him suggesting all the ways she could commit fraud for him. He smiled down at her.

"As much as I love hearing your diabolical scheming, I have to do this my way." He couldn't risk anything happening to her if she got involved.

Bulma looked almost put out. It made him chuckle. "Come here." He scooped her up in his arms. "Enough of this depressing crap. Let's just be together for now."

The way he said that made Bulma think they wouldn't have much more time together. The thought of losing Vegeta made her heart ache, so she took his lead, wrapping her arms around his neck and cuddling into him. They'd work this out. But for now, they'd just enjoy each other's company and not think about assholes named Frieza.