As it Began
Chapter2
She awoke in bed alone. Vegeta was gone. Her body ached pleasantly from the work
out that she had the night before. She lay there reliving the night with a
smile. That was one of the most enjoyable nights of her life. She never thought
Vegeta would do that! He had seemed so miserable and needed comforting. She
wanted to yell at him for ripping off her clothes in such a way but them his
touch was absolutely amazing. His hands... His mouth... His... She blushed
thinking about how much noise she had made.
She was surprised that they were not interrupted by her parents!
How long had it lasted?
Oh! I had been heaven!
With Vegeta!
What was she thinking?
What was she going to tell Yamcha?
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She had been still there when he woke up. He quickly moved her off of him and
left the room, even getting dressed in the hall. He had to train and if he
stayed near that woman... It was hard to control himself when he wanted to
ravish her yet again. He had to get away from the woman. It was better that
way.
His whole body still ached and his ribs burned but he did feel better. A small
weight had been lifted but he still had so much to do. He had to get stronger
and he pushed the gravity to its highest peak.
He was pleasantly surprised not to be disturbed. He thought that the woman
would be hunting after him.
He was starving when he finally came out of the room. She had cooked a meal and
they ate in silence. He was waiting for her to say something but she didn't. He
couldn't help but look at her and he swore that she was looking at him in very
much the same manner.
But it couldn't happen again.
He couldn't.
But he did. That very night. After she was done yelling at him about not taking
care of himself, she innocently touched his arm. Just a fleeting touch of her fingers against his arm. As light as a feather.
That stupid touch.
He had to stay away from the woman.
He had to train.
He had to get stronger.
He did not want to get trapped by a silly human woman!
They did not talk about what they did at night in the day. Her insults would
have the same amount if not more venom as before and he found himself being as
vicious towards her.
But she would come to his room or he would find himself in hers.
Damn her.
Why couldn't he stop himself from going to her?
Why did she do that to him? Not only did she give him those wonderful massages
but allowed him to have her in anyway that he so choose. And not once did she
try to talk to him about it and he had no intention of bringing it up in
conversation.
It started off every night and then tapered down to every second as his wounds
healed and he spent more time training.
He was also grateful that that weakling Yamcha was around less now too. He was
curious to what she told him but then, he didn't want to care about that. He was just grateful that he wasn't
around. The weakling was so much of a
nuisance.
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"So," Yamcha said in a low voice and he turned away. "That's it then?"
"We can still be friends," she said, "It was never going to work out anyway."
"It could have," Yamcha said.
"You would have to start keeping your promises!" She snapped at him. She didn't want to but she couldn't help it. He had broken her heart so many times… not that Vegeta would probably do her any better. It made her heart sink when she thought about that.
She shook her head at herself. She had to pick the bad boys, didn't she?
He stared at her blankly. "Yeah. I guess your right."
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She was satisfying and that was all the he allowed himself to think of
her. That is all that he could allow
himself to think of her. He couldn't
afford to think of her in any other way.
It took him three months for him to finally not go to her and just let her come
to him and even that slowed down. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care
that she didn't come as often as before but then, she seemed to be sick a lot
and thought that it was for the best.
She also seemed to be gaining a lot of weight and had commented to her that he
thought as much.
"You're turning into a whale," he scoffed at her.
She turned to him with her knuckles on her hips and outright yelled at
him. He doubted that he had ever seen
her turn such a shade of red before or had such venom in her voice. "Don't
be such an idiot Vegeta!" she snorted. "It's your fault that my
stomach is getting large to begin with! I'm pregnant you imbecile! So you stay
the hell away from me from now on!"
She then stormed out of the room with her plate of food.
He was stunned.
Pregnant.
With his child?
He was going to be a father?
Why wasn't he more careful? That was so stupid of him. Kakarott had a son with
the human female... He should have known.
A child.
He trained for two days straight wondering what, if anything, he should do.
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It was to distracting to stay any longer. Not that the woman demanded anything
of him, but just seeing her and his son was to much of a distraction for him.
The boy looked nothing like him, with his tufts of purple hair and round body.
He looked nothing like him at all and then the name. Trunks. What kind of name
was that for a Saiyian? She hadn't even
asked him if approved of the name. She
just came home and introduced him to his son.
He thought at times the woman did want something from him but he couldn't give
it to her.
Couldn't.
He had to train. He had to be able to beat Kakarott. He had to win... there was
so much more to loose now, even though it was hard for him to admit that he was
enjoying the life on the mud ball.
He had to get away.
They were just too much of a distraction for him.
He couldn't start to care.
Couldn't
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He arrived back to see the weakened Goku life force being drained from him by
the android. The fool looked sick and he could feel that he was weak. He was
glad to take over the fight and show how much stronger that he had become. He
was more than eager to fight and felt the pleasure of killing as he demolished
the round white clown of an android into tiny pieces of metal.
He was free when he was fighting. Nothing else mattered.
Why did this time seem more pleasurable than the rest?
He wanted the fight. He wanted to win and he was going to take care of the
rusty pieces of metal! HIM! And then he would take care of Kakarott - after he got better - in a fight that he
wouldn't loose this time.
He would prove to the others that he was the rightful heir to the legendary power of the Saiyians.
He would not be ruled by anyone, any longer!
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What?
What did Piccolo call that boy? Trunks? No. I couldn't be. That was his boy? He
was so strong! That couldn't be his
boy! His boy was a small round ball! His boy…was a supersaiyian. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride
seeping into him but… no… he couldn't think of that right now.
He couldn't think about that. He had to concentrate on the androids and if what
he said was true there would be more of a challenge yet to come and he was
anxious to meet it. He wanted to know just how strong he was and this was the
ultimate challenge!
He could not let thoughts of his boy get in his way or thoughts of that woman
either.
He had to concentrate on the battle that was to come.
He had to concentrate on the more important things no matter how hard his mind
tried to bring forth images that he did not want to remember or the feelings
that he was trying to suppress.
Winning was the only important thing!
Saving… no, just think of winning.
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The battle with Cell went bad. He did not want to admit how bad it was and he
knew it was his fault that it got so far. It was his stupid Saiyian pride. The
fighting spirit that overpowered everything else in his life. He had to be
stronger. He had to win but he couldn't against Cell. Not yet anyway. He had to test his strength, he couldn't let
that old pride go.
He could see the way the others still looked at him.
Didn't care.
Tried not to care.
He had gone back to the woman's house and was quite surprised to see that she
had clothes and rooms ready for him. She didn't say anything really to him.
Just asked him how he was and asked if he had enough rest as they waited for
the news that Cell had promised them.
He tried to stay as far from her as possible and her son... his son... the
younger version of his son. Not that he stayed close to the older one either.
Even though the boy kept trying to get closer to him.
He couldn't let that interfere with his training! He couldn't let it take over
his life.
His life was on a battle field.
That was the way he wanted it.
He had to correct his mistakes.
It was too bad that he had to tell himself that a lot lately.
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Training in the time chamber with his son wasn't that bad. The boy showed so
much promise as they spent their time in there. He could see the leaps and
bounds of progress that he was making and felt something that resembled pride
that was almost overwhelming him.
But of course, they had to leave the chamber and return to the regular flow of
time. There was only one place that he could go and that was back to that
woman.
He made it one day without seeing her.
It was the second night that he couldn't help but run into her. Little Trunks
was just put down to bed and she was exiting the child's room.
She stood in the hall just wearing a simple cotton nightshirt with a few
buttons in the front that weren't done up and he could see the cleaves of her
breast that looked fuller than he remembered them being before. The shirt just
barely covered her hips and her long legs bare for him to admire.
Damn her.
Did she do that on purpose?
Didn't she understand what her body did to him?
"Oh," she said tugging on the hem. Was she blushing? "Vegeta. I
didn't hear you."
He didn't say anything. He just stared at her.
He couldn't form words.
"Is the gravity machine broken?" she looked right at him. She never
jumped at him anymore. The others were still nervous around him, but she didn't
even flinch anymore.
"No," he said simply but didn't move from his position in the hall.
"Do you want to see Trunks?" she asked. "He's sleeping and you
will have to wait until morning."
Her voice growing thick with distain.
The same as she always spoke.
"That's not it either," he said.
He could see her eyes sparkle and her mouth twist in either frustration or
anger. He wasn't sure which, but that didn't really matter. "Then what do
you want?"
He walked towards her.
"Oh no you don't," she said realizing that she was only wearing her
pajama's. She put an arm across her chest as if she just realized that she was
in her nightgown and she was showing off too much cleavage. Yeah.
Bulma acting like an innocent woman. "That is not how this is going
to work buddy!"
"Why not?" He said. She had not budged. She stood right there in
front of him looking at him with her glittering eyes. She didn't say anything.
She just looked at him stubbornly. "I thought that was the way you wanted
it."
She humped. "Not anymore," she said. She let her arm drop. He could
hear her breath quicken. Did she miss him? Her voice did not sound very
convincing. He reached for her but she jerked back. "No!"
No? Has anyone ever said no to him and gotten away with it?
"I will not end up alone again!" She snapped. "I have Trunks but
he will grow up and go away. I will not waste my time on a man that is using me
for his aggressions!" She turned on her heel and went into her room with a
hard thump of the door.
Damn woman.
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Cell was gone and so was Kakarott.
Now Gohan was the strongest.
Not him. Gohan. A child.
His son was thankfully wished back to full health and looked well. He couldn't
believe how he lost control when he saw his son on the ground like that. Cell
had killed his son and all the feeling that he held back from even himself came
forward.
He now regretted not getting to know his son from that other time. A good
sparing match to see how they matched up would be a good indicator of how
strong he had become and to see how much of a fighter he truly was.
He watched Trunk's climb into the capsule and waved to him but didn't say
anything. Which was fine but it was nice to see him wave and he raised his
fingers in farewell. It was to bad that he could not stay longer.
But he had to deal with other things now.
That infuriating woman and that wailing ball that was his son. At least he knew what he could look forward
to see his son grown into that man.
"What do you want now?" she snapped at him as he stared at her. He
was not sure how he was going to say this.
"I'm a bit busy right now Vegeta," she said, "So if you don't
mind, you can go bother someone else in the house." She stood from the
couch that she was sitting on. She wasn't busy at all. She was just watching
TV. She had every right to be mad at him. She was about to turn on her heel
again and storm out of the room when he grabbed her arm.
"I'm not leaving," he said simply. He wanted to stay now.
"Oh," she said. "Right," she turned to glare at him.
"Don't you dare tease me Vegeta! I
may not be able to beat you up, but I can make your life miserable."
Vegeta smirked. He knew that almost better than anyone else. "I am not
leaving."
"It's just because you have no where else to go!" She said. "I
am not a rest stop!" Boy, she sure was angry. He wondered why she hadn't
let him have it earlier. It didn't matter.
He was going to stay now and he would deal with her anger like always
had. He would ignore it.
"I don't want to be anywhere else," he said and let go of her arm.
She looked like she was going to yell again but then it seemed to click on what
he just said. "Really?"
"I said it didn't I?" he didn't think it would be so difficult to get
such a simple thought into her head.
Suddenly her eyes brightened and she threw herself at him. He hesitantly put
his arms around her and reveled in feeling her, touching her again. He could
live here and be happy.
Even if he was stuck with her now.
It wouldn't be that bad at all.