"Trunks…."
Bulma kept on repeating over and over again as Vegeta carried her up the stairs. She had grown weak. It seems as though her body was dead but she was very much alive. Vegeta bit his lower lip. He blamed himself for everything that has happened. He hadn't wanted it to go this far. He should have been careful…now, his son is gone and his wife is completely losing herself! Slowly, he once again, laid his wife on her bed. Bulma was too weak to move so it's up to him to change her into her nightgown. Vegeta undressed his mate until only her underwear was left…but no…temptation didn't cloud Vegeta's mind this time. He was too depressed to think about that. All he had in mind was Bulma's condition. Before he knew it, he had dressed his wife in her nightgown. Bulma curled herself up and started giggling softly. Vegeta watched her with a worried look on his face. He didn't want to see her like this. He leaned his head against the door and started banging his fists against it.
"Why did it have to come to this?! I don't deserve this!!!" he thought bitterly.
Vegeta had no idea of what to do. He can't contact the Briefs…he doesn't know where Acapulco is…and if he did, where can he find them there? His legs began to weaken since the burden was too heavy for him. He sat down on the floor, massaging his forehead. Bulma was still giggling like a hyena. Her condition was worsening by the minute. Vegeta thought for a moment…there was only one possible way of curing her…and that's sending her to a mental hospital.
"No! How will she be cured hanging around with a bunch of nuts!?" Vegeta shook off the idea. He stood up and again, covered his wife with a blanket. He couldn't bear to leave her now. He remained with her until she was fast asleep. He then lay down on the bed beside her, still wearing his shirt and pants. He reached over and wrapped his strong muscular arms gently around her frail shoulders. He bent his head down a bit so that his forehead would touch hers. This could probably be the only assurance to him that things will get better in the morning….
A cold breeze swept upon the prince…as if telling him that something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that Bulma was no longer on the bed. He sat up and scanned the darkness of the bedroom.
"Bulma?!"
Upon seeing that the door was open, he panicked and ran out of the room. He searched every corner of the house, calling his wife.
"Bulma! Bulma! Where are you?!" his voice echoed in the empty hallways but still, there was no answer. He ran out to the terrace, hoping that he would find her there. He arrived…to see Bulma, walking on the yard towards the gate. She had opened it and was about to get out of the property.
"Bulma! Stop!" Vegeta flew down after her. He quickly pulled her towards him, stopping her from whatever plan she had in mind.
"NO! Let me go! Let me go!" Bulma cried, struggling to get free from Vegeta's tight embrace. Vegeta saw that there could be just a little bit of hope to bring her back to her normal self.
"I won't let you go! Not this time!"
"I have to find Trunks!! I have to find my son! He needs me!!!" Bulma squirmed but to no avail. Vegeta had no plans of letting her get away. He hurriedly levitated her back to her room. Bulma was still struggling and screaming when they got back inside. She still had no control over herself. The Saiyan had no choice but to strap her to the bed. Before he could even find something to strap her with, he watched in horror as his wife started to go out of the window.
"BULMA! NO!" Vegeta reached her just in time, once again, wrapping his arms around her.
"We're four stories up! Are you trying to kill yourself?!"
"Trunks!!!! Trunks needs me!!!"
The prince will have to resort to more extreme measures. Bulma was just uncontrollable!
He pinned her down the bed. She struggled as Vegeta positioned himself on top of her.
"AAAH! Get away! Get away!!!"
Vegeta didn't have much of a choice. He moved fast and smothered Bulma's lips with a kiss. Bulma didn't want a kiss…she wanted her son back. She was as uncontrollable as ever! She bit hard on her husband's lower lip in attempts of stopping him but Vegeta was oblivious to the pain. Bulma didn't stop biting until the taste of fresh blood was upon her tongue. At that moment, she felt something strange…as if her heart had jumped to her throat. She stopped biting and kissed her husband back. She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders. Vegeta's lips slowly slid away from hers but never leaving her skin. They ran down to her cheek…her chin…her neck…down to her shoulders, until they reached her supple breasts. The couple started moaning with delight. Their moans echoed throughout the room…shattering the silence of the night. They rolled around on the bed, still unsatisfied, still wanting more. Bulma clawed on Vegeta's shirt as his hands rubbed against her back, slowly sinking down to her buttocks. Bulma rubbed her face against his cheek as she started licking his ear and grabbing his hair. They locked each other in a tight embrace…an embrace so tight they could barely breathe. Vegeta was all out of air and so he stopped and sat up, though he was still on top of her. He panted hard, sweat pouring non-stop from his forehead. His shirt was very damp. Bulma was panting herself. She took in huge gasps of air. She too was sweaty all over. The buttons of her nightgown were open all the way down to her abdomen, exposing her bra, which hugged her beautifully shaped breasts. The couple looked into each other's eyes. Vegeta saw that his mate's eyes had come back to life…so blue…so beautiful. He let out a deep sigh of relief. Then he felt something burning within him. He knew Bulma felt it too. Without thinking, he took off the rest of his clothes and literally stripped his mate off hers. Once again, they wrapped a death-lock of love around each other. A wild sense of passion filled the room. Vegeta groaned as he and Bulma started rubbing and touching each other's hot naked bodies. Both of them got more aggressive by the minute. Finally, Vegeta thrust his manliness in between Bulma's legs, causing a loud moan to come out from her.
"Uhhnngh!!!"
He wasn't through with her yet. He began to make a series of slow up and down motions, causing his wife to moan even more.
"Ve..ge..ta…"
He continued his act, never losing his rhythm. He bent his head down and licked his mate's wet lips. Bulma shut her eyes. A little light shone through the darkness of her mind. She was coming back. Every time Vegeta touched her, she began to remember all the things that had happened to her…little by little….
Three in the morning…
Bulma sat on the bed, pulling the blanket up to her neck to cover her bare breasts. She had recovered from her insanity. She stared blankly at the floor where Vegeta's clothes lay and on the bedposts, where her nightgown hung. She turned her head towards Vegeta, who was sitting beside the window, looking at the crescent moon. The moonlight reached all the way to his hips…his manliness covered by the shadows. Bulma touched her lips. She thought long and hard about what happened between them for the past hours. It wasn't supposed to happen. They were going to be divorced. She finally got the courage to speak.
"Th-that…that shouldn't have happened…"
Vegeta didn't budge. He felt the exact same way as Bulma…but he never got the nerve to tell her that.
"That shouldn't have happened…" Bulma repeated, but her husband wouldn't utter a word. She wasn't able to take it. Tears rained down from her eyes.
"TELL ME WHY THE FREAKIN' HELL DID THAT HAPPEN!!!?" she threw the blanket aside, went over to Vegeta and started pounding against his back.
"WHY!? ANSWER ME! WE'RE GOING TO BE DIVORCED! WHY DID YOU TAKE ME, VEGETA!?!"
Before Bulma could pound on his back once more, Vegeta caught one of her hands. He stood up from where he was seated and slapped his wife. Before she could react, the Saiyan prince immediately pulled her face towards his, pressing his lips against hers. Bulma's eyes widened. She noticed the bite wound she had implied on Vegeta's lower lip. The wound was still fresh, the taste of blood still present. After what seemed like forever, Vegeta stopped kissing her.
"Do you know why I did this?!" he looked straight into her eyes, "I did this because I LOVE YOU goddammit!"
Bulma sank back to the bed. Vegeta returned to sit by the window. He…loves…her? She could barely believe it. Had she heard him right? She couldn't speak…it was as if she had lost her tongue but she tried her best.
"V…V…Ve…Vegeta…"
"You heard me. I don't have to repeat what I said."
"S-so…so all this time…you…"
Vegeta nodded. Bulma burst into tears. She felt how serious her husband was. She believed him…though it was very hard to do so.
"Then…how come you wanted to divorce me?" she asked.
"I didn't…you did…remember?"
"B-but…you said you only married me because you wanted to have a son…"
"That was before. I only realized that I loved you…when I almost lost you…"
Bulma walked over to her husband and embraced him. She leaned her head against his back and began to cry. Vegeta reached for her hand and clasped it.
"Vegeta…my Vegeta…I love you too…I always have…"
"And I, to you…I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it…"
"I'm sorry too…I should have been…" Vegeta put one finger on Bulma's lips to silence her. They gave each other a passionate kiss, exploring the insides of each other's mouths with their tongues. He ran his hands down her bare back and caressed her bluegreen hair. They lay on the bed once more. Bulma smiled at the Saiyan on top of her. She stroked his hair. He smiled back at her. Both of them had the same loving sparkle in their eyes…and again, they made love…'til the break of dawn.