Chapter 9
Authors note:
There is a warning, a lemon is in here, so for those of you who don't like reading them, you can skip it. Otherwise, I think it's fine!
PS the lemon isn't very descriptive, unlike some others I've read
Goku and Chi-chi left, leaving Bulma to get mad at Vegeta for being so lazy.
Bulma finally gave up after about ten minutes and stormed off to the bedroom to pack for their little vacation.
Vegeta sighed and walked down a new tunnel he had made, heading straight for a gravity room that had been times up to be able to stand 500 Super Saiyan's at a time, all powering up and training twice as hard as 'he' normally would.
Bulma started packing up all the clothes that she thought she would wear, everything, including bikini's which she remembered Vegeta sweat dropping over and sweaters incase it got cold.
She heard a failure hum go over the room.
She sighed,
"That idiot is going to someday, might as well pack for him too, maybe then he'll appreciate the fact that I do things for him!"
As she searched through his part of the closet she sighed, all there was, was his Saiyan outfit, and armor.
But behind all that was a box.
Bulma pulled it out and opened it.
There were a bunch of jeans, really baggy ones to.
Bulma pulled a pair out, they were hideous,
"I sure hope he didn't try to make these!?"
Bulma giggled.
Infact, he had seen a pair like that on T.V. and had wanted a pair, but when he went to get them, they were only for little kids, so he tried to make himself a pair.
Bulma giggled.
He had attempted to make fifteen pairs and the last pair was actually good.
Bulma packed them up. She started humming, then popped out a capsule and picked a bunch of wacky shirts that Vegeta would normally blow up if he saw them.
"Vegeta! I KNOW YOU CAN HERE ME AND I WANT YOU TO TRY SOMETHING ON!"
Vegeta growled in his gravity room, even if Bulma had talked, the magnification from the intercom would still make her seem louder, but here she was, screaming like bloody murder!
"Bulma . . .I can hear you when you talk normally and it hurts my ears, yelling is unnecessary!"
Bulma sighed, knowing that yelling at him was the only way to get him to listen. Soon, Vegeta walked into the room, a smug look on his face,
"What the do you want?"
Bulma turned to him and tugged the wife beater off of him.
Vegeta eyed her, she pulled out a dark blue shirt with red and black flowers on it,
"What the is that!?"
Vegeta growled as Bulma pulled a sleeve up to his shoulder,
"It's a shirt that your going to wear when we go to Hawaii."
Vegeta looked in a mirror, the shirt did look good on him but it was the type of shirt that he would blow up.
Bulma glanced to the mirror and glared at him,
"Don't you dare, I can replicate anything so there's no point, and besides, I'll get you to wear something worse than this if you don't wear it at least once!"
Vegeta moaned,
"But if I wear these shirts . . . and people recognize me . . ."
Bulma groaned and gave him a small slap on the chest and turned to get more things for him to try on,
"Vegeta! If people recognize you . . . they'll be running for their lives!"
Vegeta glared but had a devious smirk on his face,
"That wouldn't be so bad . . . but if they see me wearing something Kakarott would wear . . ."
Bulma sighed and pulled Vegeta's shirt off, replacing it with a black one with a white and red dragon swirling around it,
"Yah, yah, they'll think that you've gone soft . . . but give them thirty seconds with your attitude and they'll be running away!"
Vegeta paused, thinking about how pleasing that would be.
The line was crossed when Bulma brought out a bright red shirt with hundreds of colourful flowers on it.
Vegeta didn't notice that she had put it on him until she had stood back and giggled. He looked down, any bright color imaginable was on his shirt.
Bulma saw Vegeta's eye's start to twitch and go bloodshot.
"Aw common Veggie!!"
Vegeta growled and ripped the shirt off, throwing it in the air and sending a small ki blast at it.
Bulma stood dumbfounded as the ashes of the nice shirt fell on her.
Vegeta smirked evilly.
Bulma just growled,
"Those shirts cost a lot of money you know!?"
Vegeta raised his chin a bit and stepped up to her, he was looking almost directly down on her, Bulma put a smug expression on, trying her best to stop from instantly melting into the chest that was pushing her against the wall and the arms that held her waist.
"Vegeta . . . you need to wea-"
Vegeta pushed his lips against hers.
Bulma struggled not to cave, but then Vegeta pulled her gently from the wall and deepened the kiss, causing Bulma to melt, she let Vegeta run his hands over her and push her to the other side of the room, and to the edge of the bed where he pulled his lips away, looking down on her,
"You do know that your very bad at keeping yourself under control."
His voice was seducing.
Bulma glared into his eyes, a growl lurked in her throat, Vegeta could feel it vibrate against his chest,
"Like I said, you cant keep control."
He repeated.
Bulma thought out a plan in her head,
"Can't keep myself under control huh?"
Vegeta smirked, then looked surprised when Bulma spun Vegeta onto the bed, he sat up,
"What are you doing?"
He asked, a glint of anger in his voice.
Bulma smirked,
"Remember when we first got together?"
Vegeta nodded,
"Yah, it was the first time we mated."
Bulma raised a brow,
"Yah, well remember how you . . . teased me?"
Vegeta smirked, remembering how he had waited until she was at her edge before retreating, then doing it again . . . until she literally begged for him to stop teasing her.
"It was a good thing that you live so far away from anyone and that your parents were gone . . you could have burst my ear drums with those lungs."
Bulma glared at Vegeta, he could tell that she was up to something and knew exactly what it was.
Bulma smirked and sat on his waist,
"I can make you want it, you know, make you want it so much you'll have to grip the mattress?"
Vegeta clenched his jaw shut, holding back a moan as she grabbed him tenderly,
"That's something you've never done before."
He mumbled into her ear.
Bulma smirked and stood up, she stepped up onto the bed and walked behind Vegeta,
"I've found something out, I think you'll like it."
Vegeta wondered what could happen to his back that would make him 'grip the mattress'.
Bulma tapped her finger along his spine, counting each plate,
"Ten."
She mumbled.
Vegeta perked up his ears,
"What's so good about 'ten'?
Bulma grabbed a pen and drew a little circle around the bone,
Just wait here for a second."
She taunted.
Vegeta watched her go and get a hammer from a box to the side of his invisible experiment inside the wall.
She came back over and kneeled behind him,
"Now . . . this will only hurt for a few seconds, then, I can tease you all I want and you won't be able to do anything about it!"
Vegeta raised a brow,
"Why would it-"
Bulma slammed the flat end of the hammer on the tenth plate.
Vegeta yelled in pain as he felt the bone crackle, then a little higher then his tail bone, he could feel a sharp rip.
Bulma tossed the hammer aside and jumped back.
Vegeta calmed a bit when the pain stopped, he panted madly, then turned his head around,
"What the hell was that for woman!?"
Bulma still smiled,
"Wait a second."
Vegeta felt the pain go away.
When Bulma was sure it was over she stood up and sat back on his waste,
"I've got a surprise for you . . ."
This time her voice was seducing.
Vegeta looked down, her hand slid around his stomach and to the small of his back, she massaged it.
Vegeta realized after a few seconds what had happened.
His hips bucked, begging for her to release him.
Bulma cackled in her throat,
"Ya see, I can make you beg now."
Vegeta glared sexily up at her as she continued to massage the base of his newly grown tail. Vegeta started a trail of kisses along Bulma's chest, and up to where he had bitten her, the temptation to bite her again thrived in his throat. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against the rough surfus of it, then continued his trail of kisses up to her ear where he kissed it sweetly.
Bulma's fingers found the spot she was looking for and she pushed Vegeta's back to the bed and tugged his pants off, she still hadn't pressed on the spot her finger was lurking.
Vegeta smirked as Bulma tossed his boxers across the room,
"You wanna know what it's like . . . to be forced to beg to get it?"
Bulma asked, letting Vegeta pull her tank top over her head, and unhook her wrap around skirt and panties.
Bulma smirked,
"You won't be getting anything 'till I say so!"
Then Bulma pressed on the long awaited spot.
Vegeta's whole body felt in complete need of Bulma, even the edge of his brows felt the need to have her kiss them tenderly. Vegeta realized his mistake of letting her have some control when a groan passed his lips.
But Bulma just pressed harder, she looked to his hands which were clenched.
"So you wanna beg yet?"
Bulma asked pressing only a little harder, and moving the finger in small circles.
The side of Vegeta's lip twitched and he opened his eyes,
"Never woman."
His voice stung of something that Bulma couldn't put her finger on.
"So you wanna be teased, you wanna go just to the edge which you will hit right . . .now, then just have me pull my hand away like I did . . . denying your need for anything. You're just gonna lay there, for as long as I want to do this?"
Vegeta thought about her words,
"You'll beg too woman."
Vegeta felt out her spine and gave one quick flick to her tenth bone from the bottom.
Bulma's eyes went wide and she let out a scream.
Vegeta smirked,
"You're a Saiyan to ya know."
Bulma glared into his eyes as he began to touch all the familure pressure points to the Saiyan tail base, which he knew better than Bulma, because he had the tail for a good portion of his life.
Bulma gave a sharp gasp and pushed her thumb against Vegeta's biggest weak point.
Vegeta's tail curled up around Bulma's waist.
Now two of the most stubborn people in the world were battling to get the other to beg first.
Bulma ran her fingers along his length, finally getting what she told his he would do.
Vegeta took his hands from her tail and gripped the mattress lightly, a growl cursing his lips.
"I told you, now say please."
Bulma teased.
Vegeta panted harshly and put his hands up to Bulma's neck, pulling her down and then turning so he was on top of her.
He pushed inside of her, she hugged him tighter the higher he got.
Almost a half hour later, Vegeta released into her, Bulma gurgled in her throat, fighting back a scream, although it didn't work.
Both their bodies screamed at them, wanting more.
Vegeta's hands cupped her breasts and slid to entangle his fingers in her hair as he thrust rythnimatically into her again, going for his second round, each time causing Bulma to give a small squeal of pleasure.
Vegeta rested his forehead against her collar bone, then started to kiss her neck, advancing further and further up not only inside of her but also up to her lips where he darted his tongue inside of her mouth and he massaged his tongue along hers.
Finally Bulma sighed into Vegeta's chest,
"No matter how old you get, your still the best at this!"
Vegeta growled into her neck,
"What the hell do you mean, old?"
Bulma giggled, and swung her hands above her head and rested them on the pillow,
"So, waddo you wanna do now . . . home boy?"
Vegeta recapped on when he had been brought back to earth, she had called him 'home boy'. With the memories he put his lips back to hers and immediately deepened the kiss as he thrust into her.
Bulma gasped into his mouth, something felt different. She remembered the feeling, but it wasn't Vegeta, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
'I felt the same way the first time we did this, just before . . . no, that couldn't have happened, he would freak if it happened again!'
She thought, wishing for all that was alive that it wasn't true.
* * *
Bulma waved goodbye to everyone in the parking lot as the plane started up.
Vegeta had already made himself a little nest.
A pillow behind his head and back, leaving his tail to sway in the walkway where everybody could see.
Bulma grabbed his hand and waved it back and forth up to the window.
He growled and let the back of the chair back, he rested his sandaled feet on a huge duffle bag and let the little possessions he 'loved so much', clutter around him.
The stewardess came up to him, Bulma had already had a little chat with her, telling her who Vegeta was and everything that she should try not to be scared of.
She smiled at Vegeta nervously as he opened one eye to her,
"What do you want?"
He growled, the lady gave a glance to Bulma before clasping her hands together,
"Well, Vegeta-sama . . . we have some food for you, if you want it?"
Vegeta opened the other eye to look at the lady.
There was something different about her, something very failure.
Seeing his questioned look, the stewardess turned around and lifted the top of her shirt off.
A tiny vein started to throb through her skin and a tail ripped out of her skin,
"I was one of the ones fortunate enough to get sent out, although, I have had nothing to train myself with. To be honest, I had no idea about anything until I was five, that's when all the memories started to fill my head, your memories. I figured out that because you came, all the Sieyan's that were here and didn't know what to do 'bout who they really were, got your memories. There's actually quite a few of us, and we are all still willing to work under your command as your people, after seeing that wonderful job you did with Cell, and Frieza,"
Vegeta looked at her, wide eyed,
"How many are we talking about?"
The Saiyan sighed,
"A few hundred, and their still coming, I don't know, Polina, has found out that all the Saiyan's that got um . . . blown up, came here when you settled here, and they just keep coming!"
Vegeta was dumbfounded, so was Bulma.
The stewardess wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Vegeta,
"This is my home number, I'll be in Hawaii for my vacation, so you can catch me until the end of summer."
Vegeta nodded and starred at the paper, the woman walked away, feeling somewhat less nervous about talking to her prince now.
Vegeta shook his head,
"And I thought there was nobody outside of your little group of friends that were Sieyan's!"
Bulma smiled and took the paper from his hand,
"We're on a late anniversary slash honeymoon so shut up and stop worrying about it!"
Vegeta shrugged, he had been planning what he would do if he really were still the ruler of the godforsaken planet, so, there wasn't really much he could do about it.
But as he thought, Bulma gasped, he looked at her and she hugged her stomach, leaning down and putting her head between her knees.
Vegeta leaned foreword,
"What's wrong Bulma!?"
he asked.
Bulma shook her head and breathed as if she were giving birth,
"Nothing . . ."
Vegeta slipped off the chair and knelt beside her, trying to look up into her face, which he now saw was very pale and clammy.
Authors note:
It is kinda short, what will happen to Bulma? The hundreds of other Saiyan's won't be spoken of much but still, it's all good!
Authors note:
There is a warning, a lemon is in here, so for those of you who don't like reading them, you can skip it. Otherwise, I think it's fine!
PS the lemon isn't very descriptive, unlike some others I've read
Goku and Chi-chi left, leaving Bulma to get mad at Vegeta for being so lazy.
Bulma finally gave up after about ten minutes and stormed off to the bedroom to pack for their little vacation.
Vegeta sighed and walked down a new tunnel he had made, heading straight for a gravity room that had been times up to be able to stand 500 Super Saiyan's at a time, all powering up and training twice as hard as 'he' normally would.
Bulma started packing up all the clothes that she thought she would wear, everything, including bikini's which she remembered Vegeta sweat dropping over and sweaters incase it got cold.
She heard a failure hum go over the room.
She sighed,
"That idiot is going to someday, might as well pack for him too, maybe then he'll appreciate the fact that I do things for him!"
As she searched through his part of the closet she sighed, all there was, was his Saiyan outfit, and armor.
But behind all that was a box.
Bulma pulled it out and opened it.
There were a bunch of jeans, really baggy ones to.
Bulma pulled a pair out, they were hideous,
"I sure hope he didn't try to make these!?"
Bulma giggled.
Infact, he had seen a pair like that on T.V. and had wanted a pair, but when he went to get them, they were only for little kids, so he tried to make himself a pair.
Bulma giggled.
He had attempted to make fifteen pairs and the last pair was actually good.
Bulma packed them up. She started humming, then popped out a capsule and picked a bunch of wacky shirts that Vegeta would normally blow up if he saw them.
"Vegeta! I KNOW YOU CAN HERE ME AND I WANT YOU TO TRY SOMETHING ON!"
Vegeta growled in his gravity room, even if Bulma had talked, the magnification from the intercom would still make her seem louder, but here she was, screaming like bloody murder!
"Bulma . . .I can hear you when you talk normally and it hurts my ears, yelling is unnecessary!"
Bulma sighed, knowing that yelling at him was the only way to get him to listen. Soon, Vegeta walked into the room, a smug look on his face,
"What the do you want?"
Bulma turned to him and tugged the wife beater off of him.
Vegeta eyed her, she pulled out a dark blue shirt with red and black flowers on it,
"What the is that!?"
Vegeta growled as Bulma pulled a sleeve up to his shoulder,
"It's a shirt that your going to wear when we go to Hawaii."
Vegeta looked in a mirror, the shirt did look good on him but it was the type of shirt that he would blow up.
Bulma glanced to the mirror and glared at him,
"Don't you dare, I can replicate anything so there's no point, and besides, I'll get you to wear something worse than this if you don't wear it at least once!"
Vegeta moaned,
"But if I wear these shirts . . . and people recognize me . . ."
Bulma groaned and gave him a small slap on the chest and turned to get more things for him to try on,
"Vegeta! If people recognize you . . . they'll be running for their lives!"
Vegeta glared but had a devious smirk on his face,
"That wouldn't be so bad . . . but if they see me wearing something Kakarott would wear . . ."
Bulma sighed and pulled Vegeta's shirt off, replacing it with a black one with a white and red dragon swirling around it,
"Yah, yah, they'll think that you've gone soft . . . but give them thirty seconds with your attitude and they'll be running away!"
Vegeta paused, thinking about how pleasing that would be.
The line was crossed when Bulma brought out a bright red shirt with hundreds of colourful flowers on it.
Vegeta didn't notice that she had put it on him until she had stood back and giggled. He looked down, any bright color imaginable was on his shirt.
Bulma saw Vegeta's eye's start to twitch and go bloodshot.
"Aw common Veggie!!"
Vegeta growled and ripped the shirt off, throwing it in the air and sending a small ki blast at it.
Bulma stood dumbfounded as the ashes of the nice shirt fell on her.
Vegeta smirked evilly.
Bulma just growled,
"Those shirts cost a lot of money you know!?"
Vegeta raised his chin a bit and stepped up to her, he was looking almost directly down on her, Bulma put a smug expression on, trying her best to stop from instantly melting into the chest that was pushing her against the wall and the arms that held her waist.
"Vegeta . . . you need to wea-"
Vegeta pushed his lips against hers.
Bulma struggled not to cave, but then Vegeta pulled her gently from the wall and deepened the kiss, causing Bulma to melt, she let Vegeta run his hands over her and push her to the other side of the room, and to the edge of the bed where he pulled his lips away, looking down on her,
"You do know that your very bad at keeping yourself under control."
His voice was seducing.
Bulma glared into his eyes, a growl lurked in her throat, Vegeta could feel it vibrate against his chest,
"Like I said, you cant keep control."
He repeated.
Bulma thought out a plan in her head,
"Can't keep myself under control huh?"
Vegeta smirked, then looked surprised when Bulma spun Vegeta onto the bed, he sat up,
"What are you doing?"
He asked, a glint of anger in his voice.
Bulma smirked,
"Remember when we first got together?"
Vegeta nodded,
"Yah, it was the first time we mated."
Bulma raised a brow,
"Yah, well remember how you . . . teased me?"
Vegeta smirked, remembering how he had waited until she was at her edge before retreating, then doing it again . . . until she literally begged for him to stop teasing her.
"It was a good thing that you live so far away from anyone and that your parents were gone . . you could have burst my ear drums with those lungs."
Bulma glared at Vegeta, he could tell that she was up to something and knew exactly what it was.
Bulma smirked and sat on his waist,
"I can make you want it, you know, make you want it so much you'll have to grip the mattress?"
Vegeta clenched his jaw shut, holding back a moan as she grabbed him tenderly,
"That's something you've never done before."
He mumbled into her ear.
Bulma smirked and stood up, she stepped up onto the bed and walked behind Vegeta,
"I've found something out, I think you'll like it."
Vegeta wondered what could happen to his back that would make him 'grip the mattress'.
Bulma tapped her finger along his spine, counting each plate,
"Ten."
She mumbled.
Vegeta perked up his ears,
"What's so good about 'ten'?
Bulma grabbed a pen and drew a little circle around the bone,
Just wait here for a second."
She taunted.
Vegeta watched her go and get a hammer from a box to the side of his invisible experiment inside the wall.
She came back over and kneeled behind him,
"Now . . . this will only hurt for a few seconds, then, I can tease you all I want and you won't be able to do anything about it!"
Vegeta raised a brow,
"Why would it-"
Bulma slammed the flat end of the hammer on the tenth plate.
Vegeta yelled in pain as he felt the bone crackle, then a little higher then his tail bone, he could feel a sharp rip.
Bulma tossed the hammer aside and jumped back.
Vegeta calmed a bit when the pain stopped, he panted madly, then turned his head around,
"What the hell was that for woman!?"
Bulma still smiled,
"Wait a second."
Vegeta felt the pain go away.
When Bulma was sure it was over she stood up and sat back on his waste,
"I've got a surprise for you . . ."
This time her voice was seducing.
Vegeta looked down, her hand slid around his stomach and to the small of his back, she massaged it.
Vegeta realized after a few seconds what had happened.
His hips bucked, begging for her to release him.
Bulma cackled in her throat,
"Ya see, I can make you beg now."
Vegeta glared sexily up at her as she continued to massage the base of his newly grown tail. Vegeta started a trail of kisses along Bulma's chest, and up to where he had bitten her, the temptation to bite her again thrived in his throat. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against the rough surfus of it, then continued his trail of kisses up to her ear where he kissed it sweetly.
Bulma's fingers found the spot she was looking for and she pushed Vegeta's back to the bed and tugged his pants off, she still hadn't pressed on the spot her finger was lurking.
Vegeta smirked as Bulma tossed his boxers across the room,
"You wanna know what it's like . . . to be forced to beg to get it?"
Bulma asked, letting Vegeta pull her tank top over her head, and unhook her wrap around skirt and panties.
Bulma smirked,
"You won't be getting anything 'till I say so!"
Then Bulma pressed on the long awaited spot.
Vegeta's whole body felt in complete need of Bulma, even the edge of his brows felt the need to have her kiss them tenderly. Vegeta realized his mistake of letting her have some control when a groan passed his lips.
But Bulma just pressed harder, she looked to his hands which were clenched.
"So you wanna beg yet?"
Bulma asked pressing only a little harder, and moving the finger in small circles.
The side of Vegeta's lip twitched and he opened his eyes,
"Never woman."
His voice stung of something that Bulma couldn't put her finger on.
"So you wanna be teased, you wanna go just to the edge which you will hit right . . .now, then just have me pull my hand away like I did . . . denying your need for anything. You're just gonna lay there, for as long as I want to do this?"
Vegeta thought about her words,
"You'll beg too woman."
Vegeta felt out her spine and gave one quick flick to her tenth bone from the bottom.
Bulma's eyes went wide and she let out a scream.
Vegeta smirked,
"You're a Saiyan to ya know."
Bulma glared into his eyes as he began to touch all the familure pressure points to the Saiyan tail base, which he knew better than Bulma, because he had the tail for a good portion of his life.
Bulma gave a sharp gasp and pushed her thumb against Vegeta's biggest weak point.
Vegeta's tail curled up around Bulma's waist.
Now two of the most stubborn people in the world were battling to get the other to beg first.
Bulma ran her fingers along his length, finally getting what she told his he would do.
Vegeta took his hands from her tail and gripped the mattress lightly, a growl cursing his lips.
"I told you, now say please."
Bulma teased.
Vegeta panted harshly and put his hands up to Bulma's neck, pulling her down and then turning so he was on top of her.
He pushed inside of her, she hugged him tighter the higher he got.
Almost a half hour later, Vegeta released into her, Bulma gurgled in her throat, fighting back a scream, although it didn't work.
Both their bodies screamed at them, wanting more.
Vegeta's hands cupped her breasts and slid to entangle his fingers in her hair as he thrust rythnimatically into her again, going for his second round, each time causing Bulma to give a small squeal of pleasure.
Vegeta rested his forehead against her collar bone, then started to kiss her neck, advancing further and further up not only inside of her but also up to her lips where he darted his tongue inside of her mouth and he massaged his tongue along hers.
Finally Bulma sighed into Vegeta's chest,
"No matter how old you get, your still the best at this!"
Vegeta growled into her neck,
"What the hell do you mean, old?"
Bulma giggled, and swung her hands above her head and rested them on the pillow,
"So, waddo you wanna do now . . . home boy?"
Vegeta recapped on when he had been brought back to earth, she had called him 'home boy'. With the memories he put his lips back to hers and immediately deepened the kiss as he thrust into her.
Bulma gasped into his mouth, something felt different. She remembered the feeling, but it wasn't Vegeta, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
'I felt the same way the first time we did this, just before . . . no, that couldn't have happened, he would freak if it happened again!'
She thought, wishing for all that was alive that it wasn't true.
* * *
Bulma waved goodbye to everyone in the parking lot as the plane started up.
Vegeta had already made himself a little nest.
A pillow behind his head and back, leaving his tail to sway in the walkway where everybody could see.
Bulma grabbed his hand and waved it back and forth up to the window.
He growled and let the back of the chair back, he rested his sandaled feet on a huge duffle bag and let the little possessions he 'loved so much', clutter around him.
The stewardess came up to him, Bulma had already had a little chat with her, telling her who Vegeta was and everything that she should try not to be scared of.
She smiled at Vegeta nervously as he opened one eye to her,
"What do you want?"
He growled, the lady gave a glance to Bulma before clasping her hands together,
"Well, Vegeta-sama . . . we have some food for you, if you want it?"
Vegeta opened the other eye to look at the lady.
There was something different about her, something very failure.
Seeing his questioned look, the stewardess turned around and lifted the top of her shirt off.
A tiny vein started to throb through her skin and a tail ripped out of her skin,
"I was one of the ones fortunate enough to get sent out, although, I have had nothing to train myself with. To be honest, I had no idea about anything until I was five, that's when all the memories started to fill my head, your memories. I figured out that because you came, all the Sieyan's that were here and didn't know what to do 'bout who they really were, got your memories. There's actually quite a few of us, and we are all still willing to work under your command as your people, after seeing that wonderful job you did with Cell, and Frieza,"
Vegeta looked at her, wide eyed,
"How many are we talking about?"
The Saiyan sighed,
"A few hundred, and their still coming, I don't know, Polina, has found out that all the Saiyan's that got um . . . blown up, came here when you settled here, and they just keep coming!"
Vegeta was dumbfounded, so was Bulma.
The stewardess wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Vegeta,
"This is my home number, I'll be in Hawaii for my vacation, so you can catch me until the end of summer."
Vegeta nodded and starred at the paper, the woman walked away, feeling somewhat less nervous about talking to her prince now.
Vegeta shook his head,
"And I thought there was nobody outside of your little group of friends that were Sieyan's!"
Bulma smiled and took the paper from his hand,
"We're on a late anniversary slash honeymoon so shut up and stop worrying about it!"
Vegeta shrugged, he had been planning what he would do if he really were still the ruler of the godforsaken planet, so, there wasn't really much he could do about it.
But as he thought, Bulma gasped, he looked at her and she hugged her stomach, leaning down and putting her head between her knees.
Vegeta leaned foreword,
"What's wrong Bulma!?"
he asked.
Bulma shook her head and breathed as if she were giving birth,
"Nothing . . ."
Vegeta slipped off the chair and knelt beside her, trying to look up into her face, which he now saw was very pale and clammy.
Authors note:
It is kinda short, what will happen to Bulma? The hundreds of other Saiyan's won't be spoken of much but still, it's all good!