Remember when I said I had just begun watching DBZ in the middle of the cell saga? Well I was telling the truth! Today, I was totally unprepared for Vegeta's death. I bawled uncontrolably and inconsolably. I mean it, I CRIED! Of course, my boyfriend was there to comfort me... but that's personal. I mean yeah, he was getting beat up by Freeza, but good guys always live right?(yes, I think of him as a GOOD guy) I know he must get wished back to life sometime for obvious reasons, but it was just so sad.
Another thing(I am slightly peeved at DBZ at the moment) about this series. Do you notice how often they contradict themselves? In the funimation version, that is. Those guys at King Kai's place were all "Hey Frieza doesn't stand a chance against Goku" then five minute's later, when Goku was woopin' some ass, Chou-zu said "Unbelievable"... What the HFIL is that? They just said Goku was gonna win for sure, then when he is they don't believe it. Honestly, I think it's the dub, but that doesn't stop my ranting. Now, ontoward.
Bulma woke up with a pounding headache from crying herself to sleep. She thought she was a masochist, because she did her hair in the way that pulled the most, and didn't take any aspirin. She spent the whole day in a near catatonic state, and operated solely on auto-pilot.
When she entered the house, she went straight to her room. She let her hair loose, then opened the door. She nearly fainted at the sight that greeted her.
There were candles all over the room, and the lights were dim. Soft background music was playing, and wine was chilling in a bucket. A rose was in a wine glass by the window, and to top everything off, white rosepetals blanketed the bed. Where a figure sat.
"Vegeta?"
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A sharp, bitter laugh echoed hollowly in the room. "If you think I look like that overbearing thief of a Sayjin, then your eyesight must be starting to go, Baby"
"Excuse me?" she said indignantly at his tone and words.
Yamucha pretended to ignore her, and looked around the room. She could tell he was drunk. And to think about one of the strongest fighters on the planet being drunk was pretty frightening. Especially when he was so obviously agitated.
"So what's all this? You never did anything like this for me." He said with false hurt, getting up and stalking toward her. Bulma backed up before she could stop herself, then stood firm. This was Yamucha. He wouldn't HURT her. But suddenly she wasn't at all sure.
"I didn't-"
"I just said that" he interrupted with annoyance.
"No, I didn't do this" Yamucha's eyes flickered and he backhanded her and sent her tumbling across the room. "Don't talk back to me!" he bellowed.
Bulma would be DAMNED if she would cry in front of this, this, BULLY. She needed a few seconds to concentrate on what he was saying.
"-expect me to believe that your cocksucker 'boyfriend' set this up?" He snorted. "You'll never get me to believe it. He's not smart enough" Yamucha said, gesturing around in derision.
"What if that cocksucker boyfriend told you he did?" A quite frighteningly low voice said from the vacinity of the balcony. Yamucha turned around blearily.
"Hey, Vegetable. She must be pretty good in bed if you did this for her. So tell me, what's it like."
"A gentleman doesn't discuss such things" Vegeta said with a sneer. In reality, his blood was at the boiling point. He had never been this murderously angry. No one talked to HIS Bulma like that. No one.
Yamucha snorted. "You're no gentleman. Really though, does she suck your cock as good as she did mine?"
Bulma's instant and loud protest was enough to convince Vegeta that what he'd heard was a lie. And to send the drunk weakling flying out the window with the force of his blast to the chest. It was really more energy than he needed to use, but he felt like hurting the baka bastard. Badly. And it was spread out so it didn't pierce him but only broke a few ribs. The drunken fool frell to the ground and passed out.
Vegeta stood there smirking and examined his work. "Ha, that was far too much energy to use on that weakling."
Sounds from across the room made him jerk his head, and for the first time he noticed Bulma on the floor. Across the room in a heap. And the sounds she was making were sobs, he belatedly noticed.
Vegeta walked to where she was and picked her up. She immediately buried her head in his shoulder. When he laid her down, he saw a sharp red mark on the cheek, marring the beauty of her face.
"What is that?" He asked curtly, pointing to the place where the stinging had not yet dissipated. Bulma winced, thinking about it. "Did he hit you?" He ground out, sounding almost afraid.
Her silence spoke volumes. "Let me see" He tilted her face gently. In the dim light he was able to see the beginnings of a bruise. "I will be back momentarily."
He flew out to where Yamucha was just starting to come awake. "Leave now." He said with rage held onto with tight control. He was practically bursting with the need to Final Flash the baka's ass all the way to the devil.
"Huh?" Yamucha said stupidly.
Vegeta breathed deeply and said through his teeth. "If I were to take out all my hostilities on you, there would be nothing left but charred bones. I am quite...unhappy with your treatment of my mate. However I do not want to ruin the entire evening I have planned by destroying you in front of her. So...leave." Vegeta picked him up by the collar and kicked him over the perimitter fence.
When he flew back into Bulma's room, she was kneeled on the bed where he had left her. "Vegeta?" she asked tentatively.
"Hmm?" He collapsed backward on the bed and put his hands behind his head. He felt her climb on him and when he opened an eye they were lengthwise against eachother.
"Did you really do all of this for me?"
"No" He smirked as he felt her stiffen. "Kakarrot's shrew of a mate helped me, since I have very little experience with this...romantic-" he practically choked on the word, "riff-raff"
"Oh" he could feel her relax again. "Okay"
A few minutes later. "Why?"
Vegeta flipped her over so that he was on top. "Because I felt like it. Why would I do it for anything else?" He started nipping at her neck and shoulder, traveling down.
"Oh" she was to caught up in his pleasurable ministrations to much care about his answer. "Vegeta, I never-"
"Shhhh, I know. This night is for you."
Bulma couldn't say anymore, for he had found his way to her breasts. He teased them for a while, before moving down. He left a hand to play with them. Vegeta's mouth trailed down to her navel then lower.
She groaned when his lips reached the triangle between her thighs and she spread them to hive him further access. He blew on the soft curls then gently brobed her secret with his tongue. Bulma let loose a high pitched cry when he found her pleasure spot, and arched. He teased her until she was seconds away from the brink, then surged up and sank his teeth into her soft neck at the same time he thrust violently into her.
She climaxed, not only from that, but also from the blindingly intense mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body from the wound at her neck. She crested several times.
When she came down from her drugged state to find her lover waiting patiently. He started a slow, sweet rhythm that brought tears to her eyes. He was so gentle, and at the end she cried, for it had been the most profound thing she had ever felt.
When she quit crying long enough to look up at him, he was smirking at her tenderly. "What is it that you feel for me?"
She came back with a very ladylike response. "Huh?"
"I said-"
"I don't know." she said bluntly.
He sighed, and started to get up.
"One minute I want to tell you that I'll love you forever, and smother you in hugs and kisses for the rest of our lives, and never ever let you go. The next minute I want to kill you for being so nasty, but then that's part of you and I don't want it to change it at all. I'm so confused around you."
"I notice" Vegeta said perplexedly. He was shocked at her soft confession. "So you love me?"
"Yes" she said. He deflated, but then she started talking again and he had hope. "But it's so much deeper, stronger, and different than that. What I feel is anger, need, devotion, and every other emotion compacted into little old me. I feel like I'm about to burst with them. And I NEED you, Vegeta. More than I've ever needed anything."
Bulma waited fearfully, for his next words. "Good"
She looked up at him in totall and utter rage. "Good?" she said quietly.
"Yes, now I know that I am not the only one that has bonded. You see that bite mark on your neck?"
She nodded. "That means you belong to me. And before you yell at me, on my planet, possessive terms in referring to women were signs of affection."
"Oh"
They both laid down and got into the position they liked to sleep in. Snuggled up to one another.
"I love you Vegeta"
"Hmph"
She took that to mean 'I love you too'
Vegeta was awake long after she drifted off. He trailed his hand down her body and settled it over her stomach, just below her chest. He was about to follow her into sleep, when he felt something. His eyes popped open and he moved his hand lower. Yes he definately felt it.
It was a very faint ki inside her own. That meant she was either... well it only meant one thing. She was gesating. (for those who don't know what that means-"pregnant" ring any bells?) He smirked to himself. The ki was faint, but it was strong. He let his hand rest in that place where it was strongest. He fell into sleep peacefully.
He was going to be a father.
I know, Veggie, Yamucha, and Bulma were all out of character. So sue me. (but really, don't cuz I don't have anything) I hoped you like the end.
And before you whip crackers ask, {yes} I plan to write a sequel, {no} it's not gonna be anytime too soon, and {yes} it will have Trunk's birth-(through)- the androids 20 and 19. NO FURTHER.
Love every1 bunches. read my Tench and other fics in the meantime!
The End, by Yours Truly, Princess Ona
(Ashley Gohan[no that's really my name!])
PS, this is the song that I think suits Bulma and Vegeta the best, from Bulma's POV, of course.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all.
Another thing(I am slightly peeved at DBZ at the moment) about this series. Do you notice how often they contradict themselves? In the funimation version, that is. Those guys at King Kai's place were all "Hey Frieza doesn't stand a chance against Goku" then five minute's later, when Goku was woopin' some ass, Chou-zu said "Unbelievable"... What the HFIL is that? They just said Goku was gonna win for sure, then when he is they don't believe it. Honestly, I think it's the dub, but that doesn't stop my ranting. Now, ontoward.
Bulma woke up with a pounding headache from crying herself to sleep. She thought she was a masochist, because she did her hair in the way that pulled the most, and didn't take any aspirin. She spent the whole day in a near catatonic state, and operated solely on auto-pilot.
When she entered the house, she went straight to her room. She let her hair loose, then opened the door. She nearly fainted at the sight that greeted her.
There were candles all over the room, and the lights were dim. Soft background music was playing, and wine was chilling in a bucket. A rose was in a wine glass by the window, and to top everything off, white rosepetals blanketed the bed. Where a figure sat.
"Vegeta?"
********************************
A sharp, bitter laugh echoed hollowly in the room. "If you think I look like that overbearing thief of a Sayjin, then your eyesight must be starting to go, Baby"
"Excuse me?" she said indignantly at his tone and words.
Yamucha pretended to ignore her, and looked around the room. She could tell he was drunk. And to think about one of the strongest fighters on the planet being drunk was pretty frightening. Especially when he was so obviously agitated.
"So what's all this? You never did anything like this for me." He said with false hurt, getting up and stalking toward her. Bulma backed up before she could stop herself, then stood firm. This was Yamucha. He wouldn't HURT her. But suddenly she wasn't at all sure.
"I didn't-"
"I just said that" he interrupted with annoyance.
"No, I didn't do this" Yamucha's eyes flickered and he backhanded her and sent her tumbling across the room. "Don't talk back to me!" he bellowed.
Bulma would be DAMNED if she would cry in front of this, this, BULLY. She needed a few seconds to concentrate on what he was saying.
"-expect me to believe that your cocksucker 'boyfriend' set this up?" He snorted. "You'll never get me to believe it. He's not smart enough" Yamucha said, gesturing around in derision.
"What if that cocksucker boyfriend told you he did?" A quite frighteningly low voice said from the vacinity of the balcony. Yamucha turned around blearily.
"Hey, Vegetable. She must be pretty good in bed if you did this for her. So tell me, what's it like."
"A gentleman doesn't discuss such things" Vegeta said with a sneer. In reality, his blood was at the boiling point. He had never been this murderously angry. No one talked to HIS Bulma like that. No one.
Yamucha snorted. "You're no gentleman. Really though, does she suck your cock as good as she did mine?"
Bulma's instant and loud protest was enough to convince Vegeta that what he'd heard was a lie. And to send the drunk weakling flying out the window with the force of his blast to the chest. It was really more energy than he needed to use, but he felt like hurting the baka bastard. Badly. And it was spread out so it didn't pierce him but only broke a few ribs. The drunken fool frell to the ground and passed out.
Vegeta stood there smirking and examined his work. "Ha, that was far too much energy to use on that weakling."
Sounds from across the room made him jerk his head, and for the first time he noticed Bulma on the floor. Across the room in a heap. And the sounds she was making were sobs, he belatedly noticed.
Vegeta walked to where she was and picked her up. She immediately buried her head in his shoulder. When he laid her down, he saw a sharp red mark on the cheek, marring the beauty of her face.
"What is that?" He asked curtly, pointing to the place where the stinging had not yet dissipated. Bulma winced, thinking about it. "Did he hit you?" He ground out, sounding almost afraid.
Her silence spoke volumes. "Let me see" He tilted her face gently. In the dim light he was able to see the beginnings of a bruise. "I will be back momentarily."
He flew out to where Yamucha was just starting to come awake. "Leave now." He said with rage held onto with tight control. He was practically bursting with the need to Final Flash the baka's ass all the way to the devil.
"Huh?" Yamucha said stupidly.
Vegeta breathed deeply and said through his teeth. "If I were to take out all my hostilities on you, there would be nothing left but charred bones. I am quite...unhappy with your treatment of my mate. However I do not want to ruin the entire evening I have planned by destroying you in front of her. So...leave." Vegeta picked him up by the collar and kicked him over the perimitter fence.
When he flew back into Bulma's room, she was kneeled on the bed where he had left her. "Vegeta?" she asked tentatively.
"Hmm?" He collapsed backward on the bed and put his hands behind his head. He felt her climb on him and when he opened an eye they were lengthwise against eachother.
"Did you really do all of this for me?"
"No" He smirked as he felt her stiffen. "Kakarrot's shrew of a mate helped me, since I have very little experience with this...romantic-" he practically choked on the word, "riff-raff"
"Oh" he could feel her relax again. "Okay"
A few minutes later. "Why?"
Vegeta flipped her over so that he was on top. "Because I felt like it. Why would I do it for anything else?" He started nipping at her neck and shoulder, traveling down.
"Oh" she was to caught up in his pleasurable ministrations to much care about his answer. "Vegeta, I never-"
"Shhhh, I know. This night is for you."
Bulma couldn't say anymore, for he had found his way to her breasts. He teased them for a while, before moving down. He left a hand to play with them. Vegeta's mouth trailed down to her navel then lower.
She groaned when his lips reached the triangle between her thighs and she spread them to hive him further access. He blew on the soft curls then gently brobed her secret with his tongue. Bulma let loose a high pitched cry when he found her pleasure spot, and arched. He teased her until she was seconds away from the brink, then surged up and sank his teeth into her soft neck at the same time he thrust violently into her.
She climaxed, not only from that, but also from the blindingly intense mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body from the wound at her neck. She crested several times.
When she came down from her drugged state to find her lover waiting patiently. He started a slow, sweet rhythm that brought tears to her eyes. He was so gentle, and at the end she cried, for it had been the most profound thing she had ever felt.
When she quit crying long enough to look up at him, he was smirking at her tenderly. "What is it that you feel for me?"
She came back with a very ladylike response. "Huh?"
"I said-"
"I don't know." she said bluntly.
He sighed, and started to get up.
"One minute I want to tell you that I'll love you forever, and smother you in hugs and kisses for the rest of our lives, and never ever let you go. The next minute I want to kill you for being so nasty, but then that's part of you and I don't want it to change it at all. I'm so confused around you."
"I notice" Vegeta said perplexedly. He was shocked at her soft confession. "So you love me?"
"Yes" she said. He deflated, but then she started talking again and he had hope. "But it's so much deeper, stronger, and different than that. What I feel is anger, need, devotion, and every other emotion compacted into little old me. I feel like I'm about to burst with them. And I NEED you, Vegeta. More than I've ever needed anything."
Bulma waited fearfully, for his next words. "Good"
She looked up at him in totall and utter rage. "Good?" she said quietly.
"Yes, now I know that I am not the only one that has bonded. You see that bite mark on your neck?"
She nodded. "That means you belong to me. And before you yell at me, on my planet, possessive terms in referring to women were signs of affection."
"Oh"
They both laid down and got into the position they liked to sleep in. Snuggled up to one another.
"I love you Vegeta"
"Hmph"
She took that to mean 'I love you too'
Vegeta was awake long after she drifted off. He trailed his hand down her body and settled it over her stomach, just below her chest. He was about to follow her into sleep, when he felt something. His eyes popped open and he moved his hand lower. Yes he definately felt it.
It was a very faint ki inside her own. That meant she was either... well it only meant one thing. She was gesating. (for those who don't know what that means-"pregnant" ring any bells?) He smirked to himself. The ki was faint, but it was strong. He let his hand rest in that place where it was strongest. He fell into sleep peacefully.
He was going to be a father.
I know, Veggie, Yamucha, and Bulma were all out of character. So sue me. (but really, don't cuz I don't have anything) I hoped you like the end.
And before you whip crackers ask, {yes} I plan to write a sequel, {no} it's not gonna be anytime too soon, and {yes} it will have Trunk's birth-(through)- the androids 20 and 19. NO FURTHER.
Love every1 bunches. read my Tench and other fics in the meantime!
The End, by Yours Truly, Princess Ona
(Ashley Gohan[no that's really my name!])
PS, this is the song that I think suits Bulma and Vegeta the best, from Bulma's POV, of course.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all.