Falling Leaves
Author's Note:
Hello again. Chapter 2 to the serious (uncharacteristic of me...sigh) B/V get together 'fic.
This chapter will be a more...you know...lemony than the first one. (Considerably more, since the first didn't have lemon. o.0!! You know, this is a lot popular than I thought it would be. Eight wonderful reviews already! I thought my email box would be smoldering by now.)
First Chapter: Brown
Second: Light Yellow and Cafe Latte.
Third: Yellow and Black.
The first was semi-dark, since Bulma tried to commit suicide. This one is lemony fresh and just a teeny, tiny dark. (It's even a bit lighthearted in some parts! I'm so proud!) The third...I'll apologize now! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY DON'T KILL ME!!!
To the TWO people who's added me to Author Alert, I've got three words for you.
I LOVE YOU!!
Let me know who you are, ok? I'll write a special thank you fanfic just for you!
To the SEVEN people who have this fanfic on their favorites, I've got five words for you!
I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!!
And that's why this chapter's up so quick! ^_^
Anyway, the first chapter was centered around mostly Bulma...this will center around mostly Vegeta.
Nani yo kore? Kono bakana hanashi.
Chapter 2
Vegeta stared at Bulma, who was sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. He said nothing...did nothing to comfort her.
"Get out of here," Bulma said. "Don't come here again." She stood up and took a deep breath. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and walked past him to Trunks' crib...where Trunks had been crying.
"There now," she whispered. "Mama's here..." She picked him up, laid him on the changing table, and began to change his diaper.
"You're not giving Trunks up for adoption." he repeated, standing behind her.
She ignored him and continued to attend to Trunks. She picked him up, then going to the little kitchenette, she prepared a bottle for him.
Vegeta was watching her. "You don't breast feed him?"
Bulma said nothing.
"I asked you a question."
"What is your sudden interest in Trunks?" Bulma asked. Going to the cherry wood rocking chair, she sat down with Trunks' in her arms and fed him his milk.
He didn't reply to that question. "I see you've gotten his tail removed," he commented.
"Yes."
Neither said anything after that. Vegeta headed towards the window. "Don't put Trunks up for adoption," he said again. Then he flew out.
He kept on flying, faster and faster, the wind burning against his skin. He didn't stop until he reached a remote island, where had been staying since he left Capsule Corp. As he sat on the shore and watched the waves roll onto the sand, his mind wandered to the day he found out about Bulma's hospitalization.
Vegeta was walking around in the city, when he found a large group of people whispering. When he walked past them, his ears caught familiar words; "Capsule Corp.," "Bulma Briefs..." He stopped and listened intently.
"Did you see the picture? How awful."
"I guess this proves that money isn't everything."
"I wonder who the father really is."
"Do you really think it's that Sonie Electronics guy?"
"That old coot? He must be ninety years old."
"Yeah, besides, Capsule Corp. is about ten thousand times richer than Sonie..."
By that time, Vegeta had left and had headed directly towards the news stand, about a block from where the whispering group stood.
At the stand, he bought himself a copy of the Enquirist, where a large pixelated picture of Bulma was on the cover.
It felt as if his heart had just plummeted into his stomach.
Blood...red, dark blood covered her hospital gown and sheets. She was so thin...except for her stomach, which was bulging. She was pale. He closed his eyes and threw the paper, unread, into the garbage can.
He flew top speed to his little island, where he paced around and around, trying to figure out just what was going on with him.
'What was this odd feeling?' he thought. 'Why should I care whether she died or not? Hell,' he paced. 'Wouldn't it be better if she and the brat died?' But then another thought came into his head. 'But I don't want them to die.'
Vegeta grabbed the nearest tree and snapped it in two. 'What if she tried to kill herself again?' he thought madly, snapping another tree. 'What if I never see her again? What if the last time I see her is going to be when she's in a casket?'
He screamed and clutched his head. 'Why am I thinking like this? I'm supposed to be a killer! That's what Saiyajins do! How many people-men, women, children-have I killed in my lifetime? Why should I care for human woman and her halfling child?' He sat down on the ground with a thump. 'Because she's mine,' he supposed. 'Because the brat's mine. He's a halfling because of me.'
Vegeta stood up and kicked aside the wood pieces. His mind's eye saw the picture of Bulma again. He winced. 'I wonder how she is now.'
Although Bulma never knew, Vegeta had seen her in the hospital before she gave birth to Trunks. After a painful day of sorting out his thoughts, he had found her ki and had stood outside her room window. It was night. She was sleeping soundly, a guard-bot standing beside her.
Vegeta quietly slid open the window and walked just as quietly to Bulma's bedside. There was a small light on in the corner, which cast strange shadows all over the room. The guard-bot had noticed Vegeta. He quickly went to it and had it deactivated. Vegeta didn't look it, nor did he show it, but he was a genius when it came to machinery.
He went back to Bulma's side and watched her sleep for a long time. He daren't touch her, for fear of waking her. He knew if he woke her and she saw him, she'd go into shock and therefore harm herself or the child. He continued watching her until pale sunlight came into the room. He reactivated the robot, and flew out the window.
Bulma never knew he had come.
Vegeta continued watching the ocean waves lap the shore. He was afraid that Bulma would go on with giving up his son. She couldn't! He knew she was attatched to the baby that resembled him so much...but then again, perhaps that was why she was giving him up in the first place.
All he wanted to do was go back to Capsule Corp., apologize profusely and stay with her and Trunks...as a family. But his pride...his damned pride wouldn't let him.
'Why can't I just swallow my pride and go?' he thought. 'Isn't that what I want?' Thinking is harder than actually doing it.
When Bulma had told him she was pregnant, the first thing he had felt was anger. Then confusion. Then more anger. He had said things he regretted. He had done the worst; he had left her when she needed him the most. When he saw her sobbing on the floor, clutching the pieces of paper, he had felt his heart had shattered.
'What is this feeling?' he wondered. 'Love? I don't know what love is.' He knew that was true. He had never felt love before. His father...his father didn't love him. He didn't love his father. Rather, it was fear and awe. He never knew his mother, nor did he have siblings, and even if he did, he didn't know about them.
But one human woman. One human woman had changed all that. He had felt, for once, that he was wanted, that he was accepted.
He had ruined all of it. Slamming his fist onto the ground, his cursed his own existance. His cursed his pride, he cursed his obtuseness.
Vegeta knew he had to swallow his pride. He had to! He must! Before it was too late. Before Bulma gives up Trunks. Before she marries someone else.
'Marriage!' he thought suddenly. He had remembered something. One night, before he had found out Bulma was pregnant, he had over heard her and her parents arguing about marriage.
"Bulma," Mrs. Briefs scolded. "That is the fourth marriage proposal you've turned down!"
"But Mother," Bulma said. "I don't want to marry some idiot who wants me for my money! Let me choose my own husband, please!"
"One more prospect," Dr. Briefs said. "The son of Nitsubishi. Takeshi Nitsubishi. He'll be back from France in about a year. If you don't have someone by then, you have to meet him. Alright?"
Bulma had grudgingly accepted. In her stupidity (so she thought), she had believed that Vegeta would be that someone.
That Nitsubishi guy would come in a year...
"I hope you enjoyed yourself," Nitsubishi Takeshi said to Bulma pleasantly.
It was the same night Vegeta had sat on his island, thinking about Bulma. Nitsubishi Takeshi had just returned from France and his parents had arranged for him to meet Bulma.
"Yes," she said, sounding rather distracted.
"So..." he said, looking at her expectantly.
"So...?" she blinked. What was he trying to imply?
"Aren't you going to invite me upstairs...for coffee?" he asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Um," she said. "Not tonight...I have to take care of my baby."
"Ah..." he answered.
"Yes. Well, Mr. Nitsubishi, I had a wonderful time. I'll bid you good-night." She turned around and headed for the door.
Takeshi Nitsubishi was pissed. He had never finished a date without getting some. Who did she think she was, ignoring him? The slut! Well, he'd show her.
Without a sound, he grabbed Bulma and pushed her toward the limo. She flailed and tried to scream, but he had clapped his hand over her mouth. She struggled with all her might, but he managed to get her into it.
"Driver," he snarled. "Get out and wait thirty minutes."
"Yes, sir." The driver sighed and got out of the car. Yet another victim. He lit a cigarette and started smoking.
Takeshi removed his hand from Bulma's mouth. She started screaming for help. He grinned at her evilly.
"No use babe," he said. "Sound proof."
She tried to open the doors, but they were locked. She tried to move far away from him, but he kept advancing on her. Bulma slipped her hand into her coat pocket and pressed a button. Takeshi didn't notice.
"No one ignores me and gets away with it," he said to her. "No one. I'll have you like any other whore I find on the street."
He tried to unbutton her coat, but soon there was a loud noise outside. The limo started to shake.
"What the--" he said, looking around. Bulma took the chance. She kicked him as hard as she could. The limo door was pried open by a robot outside.
Bulma ran outside and into the building as quickly as she could. She leaned against the door, breathing hard. Then she heard the loud squealing of tires. They had gone.
She wasn't the daughter of the most successful company in the world for nothing. Every jacket, coat, purse she own had a security button on it. When she was stranded, or in danger, she pressed it and a Capsule Corp. robot would come to her rescue.
Shuddering, Bulma headed upstairs to her bedroom. She immediately went to the crib to check on Trunks. He was sleeping soundly. Seemed as if he had gotten over his colic. She smiled at her child and gently stroked his back. How she loved her baby! How could she ever think of giving him up? No. She'd never do it. She wanted her baby. She wanted him more than she wanted anything else in all the world.
Stretching, she headed towards the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. She put on a robe and checked on Trunks again.
Then the thought struck her.
She had nearly been raped.
Quickly, she looked around her. Maybe he had come back? Maybe he was in the room right now? A rustling noise startled her. Just the leaves outside. But wait--there was no wind. Squirrels. But at night?
She grabbed a pen knife from her desk and slowly headed towards the window. She looked, but saw nothing.
"What are you doing?" a voice said from behind.
Bulma yelped and dropped the knife, which landed with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. Bulma turned around. Vegeta. Sitting on her bed.
"Oh my god!" she yelled, throwing a baby rattle at him. "You scared the hell out of me!" He caught the rattle easily and tossed it onto the floor.
"What were you doing?" he asked again.
She ignored his question and asked him one of her own. "Why are you here? I thought I told you to get lost."
He didn't say anything.
She didn't say anything.
The two stared at each other for a long, long time.
"I..." said Bulma. She slid to the floor and started crying.
Vegeta was alarmed. He sat beside her while she poured out everything that had happened, from meeting the Nitsubishi guy who kept staring at her legs and cleavage to the pen knife, all anger against Vegeta forgotten.
He was angry. No, he was more than angry. He wanted to kill that Nitsubishi bastard who had dared lay a hand on Bulma. But...she needed him now. He'd deal with the molestor later.
Carefully, so she wouldn't feel afraid, he put his arm around her shoulders. Bulma looked up in shock. 'Why is he still here?' she thought.
The two sat there for nearly an hour, saying nothing to each other.
Bulma couldn't take it anymore. She stood up. She untied her robe sashes and let the robe drop onto the floor.
"I don't care if you leave me in the morning," she said to him. "As long you stay with me tonight." But she did care. She wanted so badly for him to stay. More badly than she wanted him physically.
He still sat on the floor, looking at her. His face showed no emotion. None at all. But she didn't care. But there was no stopping her now. And Vegeta, being intelligent, didn't stop her.
The sex was wild, uncontrolled, much like their first time.
Vegeta had complained about a glitch in the gravity room system and told her to fix it immediately. Grumbling, Bulma grabbed her repair kit and followed him to the switchboard inside. She twiddled around with a few wires, and then SLAM! The door of the gravity room had closed shut. "Oh shit!" Bulma cursed. She couldn't get it to reopen.
"I thought you knew what you were doing!" yelled Vegeta. He prepared to shoot down the door.
"DON'T!" Bulma shrieked. "You'll ruin the circuitry! Hold on, will you?" She looked into the board. "Damn it!" she yelled, kicking the machine.
"What now?" asked Vegeta, extremely irritated.
"Daddy?" she said into the intercom. "Daddy, it's me, Bulma. I'm stuck in the gravity room." She waited. "Daddy?" Then she slapped her forehead.
"I forgot! He's not going to return from a party with mother until ten tonight!"
Vegeta yelled, "You don't mean I have to stay here with you for five hours!! Get one of the robots to open it!!"
Bulma was just as angry and irritated as he was. "You moron!" she said. "My father programmed the computer for the gravity room so only HIM, YOU OR I could operate it! You SPECIFICALLY told us to add that option! The robots can't get near this god forsaken place!"
"At least PRETEND to fix the damned thing, will you?" he yelled at her.
"OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE SO IRRITATING!!" she screamed at him.
The two headed for opposite sides of the room. But Bulma couldn't help noticing how well his body was formed. Sure, he was a little short for her tastes, but...she swallowed. What was she thinking?
Bulma shook her head and tweaked with the machine again. Anything to keep her mind off of him. "Ow!" she said, dropping a knife. She had cut herself on the sharp edge. Vegeta snorted and came over.
"You're a lot clumsier than you look," he said.
"Look," she answered. "If you can't help me, shut up."
"Give me that," he said. Vegeta took her hand and wrapped it expertly with a scrap of cloth he had torn from her shirt.
"Hey!" she said, protesting. "Why my shirt?"
"Your cut, your shirt."
"You didn't have to tear a piece so large, you know!" Her breasts were nearly showing. She tried to pull the shirt down, but that didn't help, because then her cleavage showed more. She crossed her arms instead.
"You're modest? Since when?" he said.
"You should talk!" she retorted. "Walking around here shirtless! Who are you trying to impress, my mother?"
He actually smiled inspite of himself. She caught him.
"Oh!" she laughed. "So the tough guy has a sense of humor!"
He stopped smiling and scowled.
"I know something that can keep you smiling," she said slyly. Without thinking, she took off her torn shirt. Then her bra.
The two didn't even think of consequences. They literally tore any remaining clothing off each other and started kissing.
Vegeta pinned Bulma to the floor and thrust as hard as he could into her. She screamed with half pain, half mad joy. They came almost immediately. Again, and again, he thrust and she arched her back to meet him. The air was filled with loud moaning and screaming, mostly on Bulma's part.
For the first hour, the two did nothing but that. Just plain, (but wild) sex.
But when the second hour came...they started experimenting.
For five full hours, Vegeta and Bulma made love. They had come so many times that they had lost count.
For nearly every day after that, the two searched for each other. In the shower, in the workshop, in her bedroom, in his bedroom, the gravity room again, the kitchen, outside...anywhere they could be alone. And Capsule Corp. is huge.
It was during one of these times that Bulma had gotten pregnant. But they had had sex (his terms) made love (her terms) so many times, it was hard to pinpoint the exact date.
Vegeta and Bulma had somehow ended up on her bed. They were both breathing hard, hot and sweaty...and completely satisfied. Without realising it, they fell asleep in each others arms.
The next morning, Bulma woke to the sound of Trunks' cries and a splitting headache. She sat up, rubbing her head, trying to remember what had happened the night before.
She looked next to her. Vegeta wasn't there. She sighed. 'Of course,' she thought. Stretching her sore body, she stood up to attend Trunks. She drew on her robe, which for some odd reason, was on the bed and not on the floor in a heap. Then she realized she was wearing a nightgown. Someone had dressed her. Her robe brushed by the night table and knocked over something that fell with a small thud.
She leaned over and picked it up. It was an aspirin bottle. She looked at the table again, and saw a piece of paper.
"Stay home. Don't go out of doors."
It was signed, Vegeta.
To be continued.........(whew)
Author's Note:
Hello again. Chapter 2 to the serious (uncharacteristic of me...sigh) B/V get together 'fic.
This chapter will be a more...you know...lemony than the first one. (Considerably more, since the first didn't have lemon. o.0!! You know, this is a lot popular than I thought it would be. Eight wonderful reviews already! I thought my email box would be smoldering by now.)
First Chapter: Brown
Second: Light Yellow and Cafe Latte.
Third: Yellow and Black.
The first was semi-dark, since Bulma tried to commit suicide. This one is lemony fresh and just a teeny, tiny dark. (It's even a bit lighthearted in some parts! I'm so proud!) The third...I'll apologize now! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY DON'T KILL ME!!!
To the TWO people who's added me to Author Alert, I've got three words for you.
I LOVE YOU!!
Let me know who you are, ok? I'll write a special thank you fanfic just for you!
To the SEVEN people who have this fanfic on their favorites, I've got five words for you!
I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!!
And that's why this chapter's up so quick! ^_^
Anyway, the first chapter was centered around mostly Bulma...this will center around mostly Vegeta.
Nani yo kore? Kono bakana hanashi.
Chapter 2
Vegeta stared at Bulma, who was sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. He said nothing...did nothing to comfort her.
"Get out of here," Bulma said. "Don't come here again." She stood up and took a deep breath. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and walked past him to Trunks' crib...where Trunks had been crying.
"There now," she whispered. "Mama's here..." She picked him up, laid him on the changing table, and began to change his diaper.
"You're not giving Trunks up for adoption." he repeated, standing behind her.
She ignored him and continued to attend to Trunks. She picked him up, then going to the little kitchenette, she prepared a bottle for him.
Vegeta was watching her. "You don't breast feed him?"
Bulma said nothing.
"I asked you a question."
"What is your sudden interest in Trunks?" Bulma asked. Going to the cherry wood rocking chair, she sat down with Trunks' in her arms and fed him his milk.
He didn't reply to that question. "I see you've gotten his tail removed," he commented.
"Yes."
Neither said anything after that. Vegeta headed towards the window. "Don't put Trunks up for adoption," he said again. Then he flew out.
He kept on flying, faster and faster, the wind burning against his skin. He didn't stop until he reached a remote island, where had been staying since he left Capsule Corp. As he sat on the shore and watched the waves roll onto the sand, his mind wandered to the day he found out about Bulma's hospitalization.
Vegeta was walking around in the city, when he found a large group of people whispering. When he walked past them, his ears caught familiar words; "Capsule Corp.," "Bulma Briefs..." He stopped and listened intently.
"Did you see the picture? How awful."
"I guess this proves that money isn't everything."
"I wonder who the father really is."
"Do you really think it's that Sonie Electronics guy?"
"That old coot? He must be ninety years old."
"Yeah, besides, Capsule Corp. is about ten thousand times richer than Sonie..."
By that time, Vegeta had left and had headed directly towards the news stand, about a block from where the whispering group stood.
At the stand, he bought himself a copy of the Enquirist, where a large pixelated picture of Bulma was on the cover.
It felt as if his heart had just plummeted into his stomach.
Blood...red, dark blood covered her hospital gown and sheets. She was so thin...except for her stomach, which was bulging. She was pale. He closed his eyes and threw the paper, unread, into the garbage can.
He flew top speed to his little island, where he paced around and around, trying to figure out just what was going on with him.
'What was this odd feeling?' he thought. 'Why should I care whether she died or not? Hell,' he paced. 'Wouldn't it be better if she and the brat died?' But then another thought came into his head. 'But I don't want them to die.'
Vegeta grabbed the nearest tree and snapped it in two. 'What if she tried to kill herself again?' he thought madly, snapping another tree. 'What if I never see her again? What if the last time I see her is going to be when she's in a casket?'
He screamed and clutched his head. 'Why am I thinking like this? I'm supposed to be a killer! That's what Saiyajins do! How many people-men, women, children-have I killed in my lifetime? Why should I care for human woman and her halfling child?' He sat down on the ground with a thump. 'Because she's mine,' he supposed. 'Because the brat's mine. He's a halfling because of me.'
Vegeta stood up and kicked aside the wood pieces. His mind's eye saw the picture of Bulma again. He winced. 'I wonder how she is now.'
Although Bulma never knew, Vegeta had seen her in the hospital before she gave birth to Trunks. After a painful day of sorting out his thoughts, he had found her ki and had stood outside her room window. It was night. She was sleeping soundly, a guard-bot standing beside her.
Vegeta quietly slid open the window and walked just as quietly to Bulma's bedside. There was a small light on in the corner, which cast strange shadows all over the room. The guard-bot had noticed Vegeta. He quickly went to it and had it deactivated. Vegeta didn't look it, nor did he show it, but he was a genius when it came to machinery.
He went back to Bulma's side and watched her sleep for a long time. He daren't touch her, for fear of waking her. He knew if he woke her and she saw him, she'd go into shock and therefore harm herself or the child. He continued watching her until pale sunlight came into the room. He reactivated the robot, and flew out the window.
Bulma never knew he had come.
Vegeta continued watching the ocean waves lap the shore. He was afraid that Bulma would go on with giving up his son. She couldn't! He knew she was attatched to the baby that resembled him so much...but then again, perhaps that was why she was giving him up in the first place.
All he wanted to do was go back to Capsule Corp., apologize profusely and stay with her and Trunks...as a family. But his pride...his damned pride wouldn't let him.
'Why can't I just swallow my pride and go?' he thought. 'Isn't that what I want?' Thinking is harder than actually doing it.
When Bulma had told him she was pregnant, the first thing he had felt was anger. Then confusion. Then more anger. He had said things he regretted. He had done the worst; he had left her when she needed him the most. When he saw her sobbing on the floor, clutching the pieces of paper, he had felt his heart had shattered.
'What is this feeling?' he wondered. 'Love? I don't know what love is.' He knew that was true. He had never felt love before. His father...his father didn't love him. He didn't love his father. Rather, it was fear and awe. He never knew his mother, nor did he have siblings, and even if he did, he didn't know about them.
But one human woman. One human woman had changed all that. He had felt, for once, that he was wanted, that he was accepted.
He had ruined all of it. Slamming his fist onto the ground, his cursed his own existance. His cursed his pride, he cursed his obtuseness.
Vegeta knew he had to swallow his pride. He had to! He must! Before it was too late. Before Bulma gives up Trunks. Before she marries someone else.
'Marriage!' he thought suddenly. He had remembered something. One night, before he had found out Bulma was pregnant, he had over heard her and her parents arguing about marriage.
"Bulma," Mrs. Briefs scolded. "That is the fourth marriage proposal you've turned down!"
"But Mother," Bulma said. "I don't want to marry some idiot who wants me for my money! Let me choose my own husband, please!"
"One more prospect," Dr. Briefs said. "The son of Nitsubishi. Takeshi Nitsubishi. He'll be back from France in about a year. If you don't have someone by then, you have to meet him. Alright?"
Bulma had grudgingly accepted. In her stupidity (so she thought), she had believed that Vegeta would be that someone.
That Nitsubishi guy would come in a year...
"I hope you enjoyed yourself," Nitsubishi Takeshi said to Bulma pleasantly.
It was the same night Vegeta had sat on his island, thinking about Bulma. Nitsubishi Takeshi had just returned from France and his parents had arranged for him to meet Bulma.
"Yes," she said, sounding rather distracted.
"So..." he said, looking at her expectantly.
"So...?" she blinked. What was he trying to imply?
"Aren't you going to invite me upstairs...for coffee?" he asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Um," she said. "Not tonight...I have to take care of my baby."
"Ah..." he answered.
"Yes. Well, Mr. Nitsubishi, I had a wonderful time. I'll bid you good-night." She turned around and headed for the door.
Takeshi Nitsubishi was pissed. He had never finished a date without getting some. Who did she think she was, ignoring him? The slut! Well, he'd show her.
Without a sound, he grabbed Bulma and pushed her toward the limo. She flailed and tried to scream, but he had clapped his hand over her mouth. She struggled with all her might, but he managed to get her into it.
"Driver," he snarled. "Get out and wait thirty minutes."
"Yes, sir." The driver sighed and got out of the car. Yet another victim. He lit a cigarette and started smoking.
Takeshi removed his hand from Bulma's mouth. She started screaming for help. He grinned at her evilly.
"No use babe," he said. "Sound proof."
She tried to open the doors, but they were locked. She tried to move far away from him, but he kept advancing on her. Bulma slipped her hand into her coat pocket and pressed a button. Takeshi didn't notice.
"No one ignores me and gets away with it," he said to her. "No one. I'll have you like any other whore I find on the street."
He tried to unbutton her coat, but soon there was a loud noise outside. The limo started to shake.
"What the--" he said, looking around. Bulma took the chance. She kicked him as hard as she could. The limo door was pried open by a robot outside.
Bulma ran outside and into the building as quickly as she could. She leaned against the door, breathing hard. Then she heard the loud squealing of tires. They had gone.
She wasn't the daughter of the most successful company in the world for nothing. Every jacket, coat, purse she own had a security button on it. When she was stranded, or in danger, she pressed it and a Capsule Corp. robot would come to her rescue.
Shuddering, Bulma headed upstairs to her bedroom. She immediately went to the crib to check on Trunks. He was sleeping soundly. Seemed as if he had gotten over his colic. She smiled at her child and gently stroked his back. How she loved her baby! How could she ever think of giving him up? No. She'd never do it. She wanted her baby. She wanted him more than she wanted anything else in all the world.
Stretching, she headed towards the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. She put on a robe and checked on Trunks again.
Then the thought struck her.
She had nearly been raped.
Quickly, she looked around her. Maybe he had come back? Maybe he was in the room right now? A rustling noise startled her. Just the leaves outside. But wait--there was no wind. Squirrels. But at night?
She grabbed a pen knife from her desk and slowly headed towards the window. She looked, but saw nothing.
"What are you doing?" a voice said from behind.
Bulma yelped and dropped the knife, which landed with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. Bulma turned around. Vegeta. Sitting on her bed.
"Oh my god!" she yelled, throwing a baby rattle at him. "You scared the hell out of me!" He caught the rattle easily and tossed it onto the floor.
"What were you doing?" he asked again.
She ignored his question and asked him one of her own. "Why are you here? I thought I told you to get lost."
He didn't say anything.
She didn't say anything.
The two stared at each other for a long, long time.
"I..." said Bulma. She slid to the floor and started crying.
Vegeta was alarmed. He sat beside her while she poured out everything that had happened, from meeting the Nitsubishi guy who kept staring at her legs and cleavage to the pen knife, all anger against Vegeta forgotten.
He was angry. No, he was more than angry. He wanted to kill that Nitsubishi bastard who had dared lay a hand on Bulma. But...she needed him now. He'd deal with the molestor later.
Carefully, so she wouldn't feel afraid, he put his arm around her shoulders. Bulma looked up in shock. 'Why is he still here?' she thought.
The two sat there for nearly an hour, saying nothing to each other.
Bulma couldn't take it anymore. She stood up. She untied her robe sashes and let the robe drop onto the floor.
"I don't care if you leave me in the morning," she said to him. "As long you stay with me tonight." But she did care. She wanted so badly for him to stay. More badly than she wanted him physically.
He still sat on the floor, looking at her. His face showed no emotion. None at all. But she didn't care. But there was no stopping her now. And Vegeta, being intelligent, didn't stop her.
The sex was wild, uncontrolled, much like their first time.
Vegeta had complained about a glitch in the gravity room system and told her to fix it immediately. Grumbling, Bulma grabbed her repair kit and followed him to the switchboard inside. She twiddled around with a few wires, and then SLAM! The door of the gravity room had closed shut. "Oh shit!" Bulma cursed. She couldn't get it to reopen.
"I thought you knew what you were doing!" yelled Vegeta. He prepared to shoot down the door.
"DON'T!" Bulma shrieked. "You'll ruin the circuitry! Hold on, will you?" She looked into the board. "Damn it!" she yelled, kicking the machine.
"What now?" asked Vegeta, extremely irritated.
"Daddy?" she said into the intercom. "Daddy, it's me, Bulma. I'm stuck in the gravity room." She waited. "Daddy?" Then she slapped her forehead.
"I forgot! He's not going to return from a party with mother until ten tonight!"
Vegeta yelled, "You don't mean I have to stay here with you for five hours!! Get one of the robots to open it!!"
Bulma was just as angry and irritated as he was. "You moron!" she said. "My father programmed the computer for the gravity room so only HIM, YOU OR I could operate it! You SPECIFICALLY told us to add that option! The robots can't get near this god forsaken place!"
"At least PRETEND to fix the damned thing, will you?" he yelled at her.
"OH MY GOD!!! YOU ARE SO IRRITATING!!" she screamed at him.
The two headed for opposite sides of the room. But Bulma couldn't help noticing how well his body was formed. Sure, he was a little short for her tastes, but...she swallowed. What was she thinking?
Bulma shook her head and tweaked with the machine again. Anything to keep her mind off of him. "Ow!" she said, dropping a knife. She had cut herself on the sharp edge. Vegeta snorted and came over.
"You're a lot clumsier than you look," he said.
"Look," she answered. "If you can't help me, shut up."
"Give me that," he said. Vegeta took her hand and wrapped it expertly with a scrap of cloth he had torn from her shirt.
"Hey!" she said, protesting. "Why my shirt?"
"Your cut, your shirt."
"You didn't have to tear a piece so large, you know!" Her breasts were nearly showing. She tried to pull the shirt down, but that didn't help, because then her cleavage showed more. She crossed her arms instead.
"You're modest? Since when?" he said.
"You should talk!" she retorted. "Walking around here shirtless! Who are you trying to impress, my mother?"
He actually smiled inspite of himself. She caught him.
"Oh!" she laughed. "So the tough guy has a sense of humor!"
He stopped smiling and scowled.
"I know something that can keep you smiling," she said slyly. Without thinking, she took off her torn shirt. Then her bra.
The two didn't even think of consequences. They literally tore any remaining clothing off each other and started kissing.
Vegeta pinned Bulma to the floor and thrust as hard as he could into her. She screamed with half pain, half mad joy. They came almost immediately. Again, and again, he thrust and she arched her back to meet him. The air was filled with loud moaning and screaming, mostly on Bulma's part.
For the first hour, the two did nothing but that. Just plain, (but wild) sex.
But when the second hour came...they started experimenting.
For five full hours, Vegeta and Bulma made love. They had come so many times that they had lost count.
For nearly every day after that, the two searched for each other. In the shower, in the workshop, in her bedroom, in his bedroom, the gravity room again, the kitchen, outside...anywhere they could be alone. And Capsule Corp. is huge.
It was during one of these times that Bulma had gotten pregnant. But they had had sex (his terms) made love (her terms) so many times, it was hard to pinpoint the exact date.
Vegeta and Bulma had somehow ended up on her bed. They were both breathing hard, hot and sweaty...and completely satisfied. Without realising it, they fell asleep in each others arms.
The next morning, Bulma woke to the sound of Trunks' cries and a splitting headache. She sat up, rubbing her head, trying to remember what had happened the night before.
She looked next to her. Vegeta wasn't there. She sighed. 'Of course,' she thought. Stretching her sore body, she stood up to attend Trunks. She drew on her robe, which for some odd reason, was on the bed and not on the floor in a heap. Then she realized she was wearing a nightgown. Someone had dressed her. Her robe brushed by the night table and knocked over something that fell with a small thud.
She leaned over and picked it up. It was an aspirin bottle. She looked at the table again, and saw a piece of paper.
"Stay home. Don't go out of doors."
It was signed, Vegeta.
To be continued.........(whew)