Hello! It's me, again!!! J Well, this is it! This is the conclusion of my version on 'how it all happened'. I hope you don't mind me cutting it short, but I didn't want to drag it out too long either. Hmm.. Maybe I should put a warming in here for sexual content, but on a lemony scale, I don't think it's too much. Just a little salt & pepper; I think those that can read on their own can handle it.
BUT if you think I should PG this or anything, just tell me.
(Disclaimer: I have no rights, I am scum that thrives on other people's leavings. Blah,blah, no money. What-ever!
The Superman concept was stolen too, you know. :p)
PS: Read and enjoy. I know I did.
Bulma was crying by the time she reached the gravity room. This isn't fair! Kami, it wasn't. Just one little slip up; one little mistake, and while she was reeling drunk too! Things hadn't even seemed all that bad at first; almost like it had never happened.
Yaumcha had been surprisingly forgiving when she'd finally found the courage to confess; in fact, he'd just shushed her and told her to take it easy for a couple of weeks; to 'think on their relation-ship'.
It wasn't until now that she'd realised he had seemed a little… relieved at her confession. That bastard! Always had been too hesitant to really make a commitment; probably thought this was the perfect opportunity to weasel out on her. Damn him!
And it was. Hell, this was his perfect chance!
The blue-haired scientist overrode the controls to the door, tears streaming down her face unhidden.
After a few angry seconds, the door finally opened with a loud 'clang'. She didn't dare enter with all that gravity, as much as she wanted to. Go in and slap that Saiyi-jin bastard inside. Slap him hard.
There he was, right inside, hovering up in the air. He turned as soon as he heard the door. "Woman!" the man sounded as bad-tempered as ever. "Don't you know better then to…"
-"Vegeta! Damn you!" She screeched at him, too upset to feel smug at his surprised look. "Damn you, Vegeta. I'm pregnant!"
He had been cold; drunks she might be, but not stupid.
Much unlike a certain Saiyi-jin prince. Hell, he'd been more then cold. Bulma had spent over fifteen minutes on the man, after she'd shoved him in her shower, shorts and all. Fifteen minutes of turning up the heat slowly, ignoring his curses and loud proclamations that she was trying to boil him alive.
Sure, she'd maybe hurried things along a bit. But the guy was supposed to be indestructible, and she was too drunk to stand around in the bathroom any longer then she already had. He didn't show much gratitude now either; especially if you considered she had all but carried him up the stairs, considering the trouble she'd gone through to towel him off, and considering how she'd now gracefully offered him her bed.
She looked him over, sprawled out on the bed like a rag-doll; he still hadn't moved beyond pulling himself onto it all the way. On the up side, he had at least stopped insulting her for the moment. Oh well, one last thing, and she could leave his highness to sulk on his own.
Bulma had blanched at it before, but she now told herself she was sober enough to get this over with; after all, she couldn't put a man with hypothermia in bed wearing soaking wet shorts, now could she?
She giggled at herself, then tried to walk a straight path to the bed.
Failing, she all but clattered unto it, telling herself she would just have to sleep on the couch tonight.
Bulma was getting sleepy by now, and the half-dark room wasn't helping much either, but despite her reeling head, she found what she had been looking for. That was when she made her mistake; she looked up at him.
That beautifully six-packed stomach, and his broad, strong chest. Perfect despite the marring scars. His shoulders, his neck; all corded with muscle. And his face, Kami, his eyes, staring at her; dark and sad and so much more.
Bulma giggled; she had to tell him what she'd never noticed before.
"You're beautiful."
He cocks his head to the side, as if considering, but soon answers her. The way she should have expected him to. "That's because you're used to looking at baka humans. Of course I'd be better looking then a human; you're all so ugly, it's hard not to." He spoke softer then usual though; or maybe it was the alcohol dolling the barbs. All that Bulma did was pout. "You ffthink I'm ugly?"
"Obviously. I mean, look at you. For starters, you're one limb short."
She frowns at him, clueless, before flopping down on his stomach with a triumphant smile. "Hah!" and she goes as far as to prod a finger at him. "You don't have a tail anyth-more either Misstarrr!"
"Don't remind me. I'm still very angry about that." But he doesn't look it. Kami, she likes him a lot better when doesn't look mad.
"And then, there's the hair." He continues in that conversational tone she'd never heard of him before. "Look at it; all limp and soft and silky. That's just wrong."
And touches it, as if to prove his point, or make sure that it really was soft and silky.
When he drops his hand again he finally brakes that stare, to look at the ceiling instead.
She's offended, but still amused.
Oh, she'd show him.
"So, you think I'm ugly?" She challenges, pulling his attention back.
That surprised look makes her giggle again as she casts her shirt and top aside, then sits up straight for his inspection. Showing off her own perfection; she knows she's perfect.
Perfect. Everything's spinning, but the young woman just feels good; good and alive.
"Very ugly." He concludes. "I mean look at you. Cream white skin, no muscles to speak off…" She giggles again. Doesn't really know why it's so funny, it just is. As she shifts her weight so does his point of conversation.
"And you obviously can't hold your licker. Woman?"
It only makes her laugh louder. Tears are practically streaming down her face. "Woman?"
It takes her a moment, but she calms herself, scooting down on him a bit so she can look him in the face and steady her swaying motion with a hand on the bed at the same time. She just grins at him though, feeling stupidly funny and wicked.
"Bulma. Do you have any idea…?"
What you're doing…?
"Fine then."
Within a heartbeat she's the one on the bed, on her back. Half drowning in her own sheets, and he's right there on top.
But somehow, for some odd reason, it's still all so goddamned funny she can't stop laughing.
"Hmm-hmm. Yes, just as I thought." He confides in her as she wraps her legs around him. "I'm not an expert on Saiyi-jin women, seeing as how they're all dead. But if they weren't I'm pretty sure their breast would be a lot softer and rounder and more perfect then yours."
'Dream on!' She wants to tell him, but can't, because she's laughing too hard to speak. And keeps on laughing at his complaints.
"Mmph baka, that down there's all wrong too."
"I'll have you know I don't take kindly to being laughed at."
"I could just blast you, you know."
"Gods, Woman, you are drunk!"