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I am very sorry for the lack of my updates. I have extremely busy lately. The main reason that I decided to get my lazy ass working was because of a reviewer by the name of "The Dark Angel Of Death". She was one of those revivers that just makes you suddenly feel proud and get working again. In all honesty I was thinking of discontinuing this fic, But thanks to her I'm not. Promise. So for all of my readers who enjoy my story and want to see it live, you have "The Dark Angel Of Death" To thank because of that.
I know that the whole "Bulma having a child in high school" retinue is over done. But trust meeh when I say that this is lyke nothing that you have ever known. It will make you almost feel sorry for them in the end...almost. Just please, bare with meeh, this takes time.
And as one more special treat to all of you...this chapter is going to be longer than usual. I hope. Please enjoy and review!
~LadyB
The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Seventeen
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Bulma rocked the match in her hand back and forth in the air, putting it out softly. She had just finished lighting the last of the 40 candles scattered all over the living room and bedroom. She wanted to set the mood; hopefully it would prove helpful when talking to Vegeta. Tonight, she wanted everything to be perfect; everything had to be perfect, because one mistake could bring their relationship down in flames.
She walked over to the large stereo in the back of the room; she rummaged around for a CD until she found the one she was looking for. Promptly pressing play, Busta Rhymes' voice was heard all throughout the house. A smirk playing on Bulma's features, with everything that she had set that night she doubted that Vegeta could stay mad at her. Taking a bottle of wine from the top of a cabinet in the kitchen Bulma took a peak at her reflection in the mirror near her head.
A black halter-top dress hung off of her womanly curves seductively. Her make up was lightly done to the point where it almost looked natural but it accented her features quite well. Bulma pulled the wine bottle into her arms and walked back into the living room, she glanced at the clock on the wall as she set the bottle down in a bucket of ice to chill. It was 7:57; Vegeta was due any minute now. Walking up to the fireplace, she brushed her hair back once more with her hand and check her reflection in the marble. This was as good as it was going to get.
Bulma walked up to the table and pored herself a glass of wine from a different, already open, bottle. She drowned it down with such speed, as if it were the first thing she had drunken in years. She sighed; the alcohol was slightly taking it toll on her. It was, after all, her fourth glass that night. Just as she was walking back to the sofa, she heard a knock at the door. Knowing it would be Vegeta she pulled the halter down a few notches and shook her hips seductively back and forth as she walked. With one final breath of air, Bulma opened the door, revealing Vegeta standing on the other side. He had his arms crossed over a white shirt; the first few buttons were undone. Bulma could tell that he was dressed comfortably and yet there was a part of his attire that was almost as enticing as hers.
"Hey baby." Her glossed lips hardly moved when she spoke to him.
Vegeta acknowledged her greeting with a slight rise of his head. Bulma led him into the living room never forgetting that the motions her body created were direly important. Once they were both in the foyer of the living room Vegeta had to admit that the woman had gone out of her way to make everything as enchanting as she could. She had lit everything in candles, there were absolutely no lights whatsoever other than the soft flame the candles gave off. The sent the candles sent around the room made him light in the head, it was as if it were wrapping him in a blanket of comfort.
"We'll have some dinner in a moment." Bulma said motioning for two plates of food on the table in the center of the dinning room. Her guest nodded towards her.
Vegeta closed his eyes for a moment; a song blared in the background. When he reopened his eyes Bulma was no where to be found. Just as he was going to look for her, a pair of arms made their way around his torso taunting him.
"Baby if you give it to me. I'll give it to you." She paused. "As long as you want." Bulma bit on his ear from behind causing him to shiver.
"Woman what are you thinking?"
Bulma ran her hands up his shirt from the front. Fingering his six-pack she let him get a good smell of her perfume by placing her head on the crook of his neck. Vegeta took in her sent, he barried his nose back in a mound of curls, wanting to sleep forever in her arms. Hating to admit it, Bulma's perfume was turning him on. It was doing just what she had intended it to. Bulma knew that it was his favorite and she was going to use it to her advantage.
"Wanna have some fun?" She teased, softly kissing his neck.
The song changed.
Vegeta found it hard but he managed to pull Bulma around to stand before him. "Don't we have some talking to do?"
Bulma huffed. What a party-pooper he was turning out to be. No matter, she knew something that would have him begging for more in a few seconds. She leaned forward and reached for his belt buckle. Bulma knew that the directness of her actions would have Vegeta off guard, allowing her to have her way with him. Once she had him all sugar coated in honey she would brake the news to him as gently as she could. She continued to fumble with the buckle of his belt. Bulma fingered the buckle for a moment longer before she opened it and unleashed the dragon. There were diamonds encrusted on the buckle. Bulma was surprised, but continued her work.
For the past few minutes Vegeta had just been standing there, allowing Bulma to work her ministrations on him. But now, oh now it was time for his revenge. "Woman, what have I told you about playing with fire?" He asked her tilting her chin up to face him.
Bulma rushed forward and kissed Vegeta. "Burn me." She nearly moaned.
Vegeta had no idea what had gotten into Bulma, but there was a part of him that liked it. It was very unlike her to be this eager. He gathered that one time hadn't been enough for her. He smirked as she went back to her earlier task. Finally she had taken his belt off. He was going to let her do whatever she wanted for the moment. The both knew that he hadn't just come that far at night for a 'talk'. Decided that now was his turn to work Vegeta pulled Bulma all the way upright.
"Want me to stop?" She muttered playfully.
Vegeta tugged at her body until their lips met. He softly devoured them, lipstick smearing on his face. He didn't care; it was all worth it. Her lips, their taste, drove him wild. It was like the first gulp of wine after crossing the desert; it was more than any man could ever dream of. Vegeta deepened the kiss until he thought he would bruise her lips. The woman was making him lose control and he would be damned if he let her get away with it. "No." He muttered in her mouth before walking with her towards the couch.
Bulma pulled away momentarily. "Ooooh. The Couch. How kinky." Came her voice before Vegeta bent her over the armrest of the couch. Bulma turned and looked up at him. "Damn Vegeta. Be ease. We'll use the bedroom." She teased him some more. She got off of the armrest of the couch and moved Vegeta to sit on the couch. She unzipped his pants all the way and straddled his lap. She began to work with what she had.
Vegeta sat there, letting her work for once. He didn't want to interrupt her; that would be so rude of him. He lay his head back against the rim of the couch as the woman put her body where it did the most good. She placed her arms on his shoulder, dancing in his lap, her eyes never leaving his. "I dare you to tell me this isn't what you want." Bulma purred. She stopped moving for a moment, and then she stood up before Vegeta. She began to undo her dress. "Be a man." She muttered. "Take me."
Suddenly there was something about Vegeta was reluctant to move. He met Bulma's glare, but there was only one thing he could then think about. The real reason he was there. This wasn't it. A quick fuck would have sounded great to anyone else, but now that he remembered his real reason something else was on his mind.
"Woman." Vegeta muttered slowly getting up.
Bulma smiled. She rolled her tongue on her lips. "What is it, love?"
Walking past Bulma, Vegeta turned to her and then said, "How about that dinner you offered me? I think it's time we talk."
Bulma rolled her eyes this time. She was losing at this. Why and how Vegeta was managing to resist her was beyond her control. Deciding that there was no harm in following Vegeta's lead for a moment, Bulma walked over to the table in the center of the room and lifted off the covers to the food. She watched as Vegeta stared at the food.
"It's--"
"--Yeah your favorite." Bulma cut him off.
Vegeta didn't have to ask questions, he found no need for them. He just knew that the food before him looked almost as appetizing as Bulma did that night. Vegeta didn't think that he had ever seen her so attractive before in their time together. Whatever she had planned for that night, he was sure that with those looks she could get a lot of things done. They both knew that there was no way he could deny her, and if he did it would take a hell of a lot of work. Something that he had done seconds ago.
Bulma pulled his chair out for him. "Enjoy baby." She muttered into his ear as he took a seat. She began to message his back with her hands, running them up and down and up and down in a motion that was completely tantalizing. She heard him growl under her touch. It was giving her a newfound confidence that she had never felt before. Bulma liked the power she had over Vegeta at the moment, she kissed his neck then went to her end of the table.
As he watched his woman take a seat across from him, he thought about what had been brought to his attention. To tell Bulma, or not to tell her, that was the question. She placed her face in her hands, the candlelight played around on her ivory complexion making it harder and harder for Vegeta to keep an angry face. Bulma knew very well what she was doing to Vegeta, if she couldn't mess with him physically she would mess with him mentally. She licked the top of her lips lightly.
"I have something I guess I should tell you now." Bulma nearly whispered over the table.
Vegeta took a bite of his food, he doubted that Bulma had cooked it. Not to be offensive to Bulma but she would never be a perfect. Nope, her expertises were in other departments. Biting down on the chicken on his fork he admired her looks again. That indeed was where one of her many talents. Her looks were exotic, and there still lived to be a woman could match her brains a beauty.
He glanced up at her; she still hadn't said anything yet. "Well...?"
Bulma sighed heavily. "Now Vegeta," She began. It then occurred to him that she hadn't touched her food once. It was wonderful, why hadn't she tried it? Was she on a diet? Now that he thought about it...her figure had begun to change...
"Nani?" He said lowly. Vegeta was growing more and more irritated by the minute.
"This is hard for me to say." She replied so lowly that one would have thought that she was talking to herself. Bulma removed her face from her hands and looked down at the white linen tablecloth. She drummed her French- tipped nails over the fabric lightly not wanting to annoy Vegeta. But it was too late; Vegeta was already very well irritated. He let his fork fall to the plate with a clank.
"Get to the point Onna."
When he noticed that Bulma was taking her sweet time in answering him, he got up and walked to the double doors in the back of the living room. Bulma watched him carefully was he took the door handles into his hands and opened the doors.
"Vegeta?" She called out cautiously into the candlelit dark. She saw his silhouette being outlined by the moonlight as he stood on the balcony; the large French doors open wide. Silently walking behind him, she sidled up to him and stood quietly beside his unnerving presence, not daring to breathe a word. Instead she waited for him to speak; sensing something was on his mind.
"Why won't you just tell me what's going on?" He spoke quietly, as he looked at the vast expanse of stars. Anger was outlining nearly ever word that he spoke.
Bulma couldn't help but let a small smile slip across her bland features. "You're right," she whispered and looked at the starts above her. In her mind, what she had to tell Vegeta, would soon be good news.
Vegeta tore his gaze away from the twinkling stars and glared at her angrily. "Then what the fuck is it?" He hissed. "Why bring me here, wanting to talk to me, if you're not going to say anything?" The anger was blinding him from reason.
"Vegeta," Bulma spoke softly, "It's not a big deal you know." She hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek into his back.
He felt his resolve of anger towards her, slipping. "Oh?" He dreaded the answer of her secret. Maybe he didn't want to know. What if she was sick and tired of him? Or what if she had gone back to that baka scar-face human...? Even worse, what if she wanted someone new entirely? What if it was Kenji? He shook his head; no that couldn't have been it, he knew her better than that...
"Get on with it Onna," he growled impatiently. This was bothering him to no end.
Bulma pulled away from him, the wind was getting stronger, most of it due to the ocean near by them. Bulma tugged on his hand, pulling him inside. "Come in."
Vegeta didn't know what to do at the moment. He was far too angry with the woman to let her just seduce the pants off of him again. Then again, due to the innuendo of her voice, he didn't know if he wanted to know the answer of her secret any more.
Bulma took a seat on the couch, then she motioned for Vegeta to do the same. Reluctant to follow her lead, he still sat down wondering why he was submitting to a woman's will.
"Are you going to tell me? Yes or no?" Vegeta was growing impatient
Bulma placed him between her lap, allowing her to play with the back of his head. "You know how much I care about you, right?" Bulma asked him in return.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "What does this have to do with our conversational topic?"
Bulma tugged a stand of his hair. "Well?"
He pulled his head forward but was pulled back down by Bulma's angry hands. Vegeta growled. "Onna...."
Once again Bulma pulled him closer, only this time she spoke into his ear. "Veggie you have to understand," Again her voice was trailing off. "This is very hard for me to say."
The tone of her voice was making Vegeta uneasy. Once he felt Bulma release his hair, he pulled forward and turned around to face Bulma. He locked eyes with her, trying to keep a stright face. Placing his rough finger under Bulma's chin, he brought her face up to his. "Go on, onna."
Bulma looked down. "You know I love you Veggie..."
Vegeta's hand dropped. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"But things are...different now..."
Yes, he was right, this was going right where he thought it was. Vegeta had never thought that this day would come, and he was enraged. Enraged that Bulma would hide such a thing from him and play him for a fool. Vegeta took a stand. Now he was towering over his woman, glaring down at her.
"Baka onna..." His voice came in a hiss. "How dare you hide something of that magnitude from me?!"
His voice began to rise in volume, Bulma swore the walls around them were shaking. She shut her eyes. "Vegeta please listen to me." She pulled on his hand. "I hid it because I love you and I needed to be sure..."
"Oh, sure of what onna?!" Vegeta suddenly pulled his hand back to his body and pulled something out of his pocket. Bulma thought for sure that Vegeta was going to strike her down at that very moment. She had seen how angry he got at times. Shutting her eyes, preparing for the upcoming blow, Bulma prayed that Vegeta would be rational. Her face expected the hit any minute now, she braced herself.
After a few moments of anticipating the hit that never came, Bulma slid her ocean blue eyes open, they were filled with confusion. Instead of being hit in the face Vegeta had thrown a folder in her lap. Filled with even more curiosity than confusion, Bulma brought the folder to her hands and opened it carefully as if it would turn to dust and vanish in her hands.
Vegeta watched her as she opened the folder, it appeared as if she had no idea what was really in that folder. He huffed. In the back of her mind she had to know, the woman was a genius, she could figure it out. Suddenly he found Bulma's gasp filling his ears. Bulma's now teary eyes glanced up at Vegeta, pleading for an explanation.
"Veggie..." her voice failed her. "What's this?"
Vegeta pulled the papers out of Bulma's hand. "What the fuck does it look like it is?" Vegeta yelled at Bulma.
Bulma cowered away from his voice. "How did you..."
"How'd I find out?" Vegeta demanded in reply. He balled his fist to the side to keep from slapping Bulma.
Bulma let the tears run from her eyes. "It's not what it looks like..."
Vegeta ripped the papers in his hands, they fell to the floor. "Then what the fuck were you doing?!" Admitting defeat, Bulma stood up and tried to hug Vegeta. She wasn't at all startled when he pushed her back onto the couch in her sitting position. "You lied to me, wench." Vegeta hissed.
"I didn't know how I could tell you..." Bulma paused. "My father made me go out with him."
The truth was out, Vegeta had found out about Kenji. Bulma thought that things would never drift back into that territory again. Things were finally going smoothly between them and now this. Bulma sighed, someone had taken pictures of her and Kenji that night that they were together. Everything was coming back and biting her in the ass at the moment. And she still hadn't told Vegeta what she wanted to say...
"You lied onna! Lied to me!" Vegeta pulled Bulma up to face him by the hair, trying to hurt her.
"Nothing happened." Bulma pleaded. "Please believe me!"
Vegeta laughed. "Believe you? Believe you after what you did to me last time?" Again there was a malevolence in his laugh that bubbled from his throat. "Stupid wench."
Bulma wrapped her arms around her stomach. There was a new pain in her now. "Vegeta please. I never thought..."
"You never thought I'd catch you." Vegeta muttered. "Onna, you really are stupid." Releasing her hair, Vegeta walked from the couch to the door.
Bulma tried to call after him, but her voice failed her. She did the only thing she knew how, she ran after Vegeta. Upon hearing a noise behind him Vegeta turned to find Bulma pulled at his shirt. "VEGETA PLEASE!" Her voice was finally returning to her.
Vegeta glared down at Bulma. "Look onna, I want nothing more to do with you. I will not allow you to play me for a fool." He pulled his shirt away from Bulma's grasp.
Bulma began to cry some more. "Please." She sobbed. "Believe me." this time Bulma fell to the ground, her fists hitting the ground as she cried.
Vegeta shut his eyes, it was hard not to be moved by such a display. Bulma's hair was spilling over her shoulders, and even in tears, she looked lovely. Vegeta's arm reached out to touch Bulma, but he pulled it back, his pride stopped him. Bulma glanced up at him after a few moments. She continued to cry. "Vegeta..." Getting down on one knee Vegeta bent to touch Bulma's face with his hand. Bulma sniffed. "Please..."
Just as sit seemed that Vegeta would comfort her, Bulma had another surprise coming to her. A major slap was sent across her face, making her entry body fall back. Bulma looked up at Vegeta who walked in front of her, he sneered down at Bulma's fallen body. "Foolish onna." He muttered. "You had this coming to you."
Bulma's tears increased.
"Stop your crying." Vegeta advised. "Save them for someone who cares."
Bulma couldn't help it, her tears wouldn't end. They only grew stronger and stronger when Vegeta turned his back on her and walked towards the door. She sent it slamming on his way out and moments later the engine of his car was heard leaving the driveway of the Capsule Corp. Bulma sobbed. She wrapped her arms around her stomach again, the pain there was subsiding. Now the pain was elsewhere. Not in her face, not in her stomach. But in her heart, knowing that her child would grow never knowing a father. She tried to get up. Everything had gone wrong...so wrong. Getting up slowly Bulma made her way to the table, she blew out the candles.
"Looks like it's just you and me now baby." Bulma muttered down at her stomach.
She took a bottle of water out of the fridge and walked to her room. She had no plans of leaving her room any time soon.
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I am very sorry for the lack of my updates. I have extremely busy lately. The main reason that I decided to get my lazy ass working was because of a reviewer by the name of "The Dark Angel Of Death". She was one of those revivers that just makes you suddenly feel proud and get working again. In all honesty I was thinking of discontinuing this fic, But thanks to her I'm not. Promise. So for all of my readers who enjoy my story and want to see it live, you have "The Dark Angel Of Death" To thank because of that.
I know that the whole "Bulma having a child in high school" retinue is over done. But trust meeh when I say that this is lyke nothing that you have ever known. It will make you almost feel sorry for them in the end...almost. Just please, bare with meeh, this takes time.
And as one more special treat to all of you...this chapter is going to be longer than usual. I hope. Please enjoy and review!
~LadyB
The love of two women; the heart of one man. Chapter Seventeen
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Bulma rocked the match in her hand back and forth in the air, putting it out softly. She had just finished lighting the last of the 40 candles scattered all over the living room and bedroom. She wanted to set the mood; hopefully it would prove helpful when talking to Vegeta. Tonight, she wanted everything to be perfect; everything had to be perfect, because one mistake could bring their relationship down in flames.
She walked over to the large stereo in the back of the room; she rummaged around for a CD until she found the one she was looking for. Promptly pressing play, Busta Rhymes' voice was heard all throughout the house. A smirk playing on Bulma's features, with everything that she had set that night she doubted that Vegeta could stay mad at her. Taking a bottle of wine from the top of a cabinet in the kitchen Bulma took a peak at her reflection in the mirror near her head.
A black halter-top dress hung off of her womanly curves seductively. Her make up was lightly done to the point where it almost looked natural but it accented her features quite well. Bulma pulled the wine bottle into her arms and walked back into the living room, she glanced at the clock on the wall as she set the bottle down in a bucket of ice to chill. It was 7:57; Vegeta was due any minute now. Walking up to the fireplace, she brushed her hair back once more with her hand and check her reflection in the marble. This was as good as it was going to get.
Bulma walked up to the table and pored herself a glass of wine from a different, already open, bottle. She drowned it down with such speed, as if it were the first thing she had drunken in years. She sighed; the alcohol was slightly taking it toll on her. It was, after all, her fourth glass that night. Just as she was walking back to the sofa, she heard a knock at the door. Knowing it would be Vegeta she pulled the halter down a few notches and shook her hips seductively back and forth as she walked. With one final breath of air, Bulma opened the door, revealing Vegeta standing on the other side. He had his arms crossed over a white shirt; the first few buttons were undone. Bulma could tell that he was dressed comfortably and yet there was a part of his attire that was almost as enticing as hers.
"Hey baby." Her glossed lips hardly moved when she spoke to him.
Vegeta acknowledged her greeting with a slight rise of his head. Bulma led him into the living room never forgetting that the motions her body created were direly important. Once they were both in the foyer of the living room Vegeta had to admit that the woman had gone out of her way to make everything as enchanting as she could. She had lit everything in candles, there were absolutely no lights whatsoever other than the soft flame the candles gave off. The sent the candles sent around the room made him light in the head, it was as if it were wrapping him in a blanket of comfort.
"We'll have some dinner in a moment." Bulma said motioning for two plates of food on the table in the center of the dinning room. Her guest nodded towards her.
Vegeta closed his eyes for a moment; a song blared in the background. When he reopened his eyes Bulma was no where to be found. Just as he was going to look for her, a pair of arms made their way around his torso taunting him.
"Baby if you give it to me. I'll give it to you." She paused. "As long as you want." Bulma bit on his ear from behind causing him to shiver.
"Woman what are you thinking?"
Bulma ran her hands up his shirt from the front. Fingering his six-pack she let him get a good smell of her perfume by placing her head on the crook of his neck. Vegeta took in her sent, he barried his nose back in a mound of curls, wanting to sleep forever in her arms. Hating to admit it, Bulma's perfume was turning him on. It was doing just what she had intended it to. Bulma knew that it was his favorite and she was going to use it to her advantage.
"Wanna have some fun?" She teased, softly kissing his neck.
The song changed.
Vegeta found it hard but he managed to pull Bulma around to stand before him. "Don't we have some talking to do?"
Bulma huffed. What a party-pooper he was turning out to be. No matter, she knew something that would have him begging for more in a few seconds. She leaned forward and reached for his belt buckle. Bulma knew that the directness of her actions would have Vegeta off guard, allowing her to have her way with him. Once she had him all sugar coated in honey she would brake the news to him as gently as she could. She continued to fumble with the buckle of his belt. Bulma fingered the buckle for a moment longer before she opened it and unleashed the dragon. There were diamonds encrusted on the buckle. Bulma was surprised, but continued her work.
For the past few minutes Vegeta had just been standing there, allowing Bulma to work her ministrations on him. But now, oh now it was time for his revenge. "Woman, what have I told you about playing with fire?" He asked her tilting her chin up to face him.
Bulma rushed forward and kissed Vegeta. "Burn me." She nearly moaned.
Vegeta had no idea what had gotten into Bulma, but there was a part of him that liked it. It was very unlike her to be this eager. He gathered that one time hadn't been enough for her. He smirked as she went back to her earlier task. Finally she had taken his belt off. He was going to let her do whatever she wanted for the moment. The both knew that he hadn't just come that far at night for a 'talk'. Decided that now was his turn to work Vegeta pulled Bulma all the way upright.
"Want me to stop?" She muttered playfully.
Vegeta tugged at her body until their lips met. He softly devoured them, lipstick smearing on his face. He didn't care; it was all worth it. Her lips, their taste, drove him wild. It was like the first gulp of wine after crossing the desert; it was more than any man could ever dream of. Vegeta deepened the kiss until he thought he would bruise her lips. The woman was making him lose control and he would be damned if he let her get away with it. "No." He muttered in her mouth before walking with her towards the couch.
Bulma pulled away momentarily. "Ooooh. The Couch. How kinky." Came her voice before Vegeta bent her over the armrest of the couch. Bulma turned and looked up at him. "Damn Vegeta. Be ease. We'll use the bedroom." She teased him some more. She got off of the armrest of the couch and moved Vegeta to sit on the couch. She unzipped his pants all the way and straddled his lap. She began to work with what she had.
Vegeta sat there, letting her work for once. He didn't want to interrupt her; that would be so rude of him. He lay his head back against the rim of the couch as the woman put her body where it did the most good. She placed her arms on his shoulder, dancing in his lap, her eyes never leaving his. "I dare you to tell me this isn't what you want." Bulma purred. She stopped moving for a moment, and then she stood up before Vegeta. She began to undo her dress. "Be a man." She muttered. "Take me."
Suddenly there was something about Vegeta was reluctant to move. He met Bulma's glare, but there was only one thing he could then think about. The real reason he was there. This wasn't it. A quick fuck would have sounded great to anyone else, but now that he remembered his real reason something else was on his mind.
"Woman." Vegeta muttered slowly getting up.
Bulma smiled. She rolled her tongue on her lips. "What is it, love?"
Walking past Bulma, Vegeta turned to her and then said, "How about that dinner you offered me? I think it's time we talk."
Bulma rolled her eyes this time. She was losing at this. Why and how Vegeta was managing to resist her was beyond her control. Deciding that there was no harm in following Vegeta's lead for a moment, Bulma walked over to the table in the center of the room and lifted off the covers to the food. She watched as Vegeta stared at the food.
"It's--"
"--Yeah your favorite." Bulma cut him off.
Vegeta didn't have to ask questions, he found no need for them. He just knew that the food before him looked almost as appetizing as Bulma did that night. Vegeta didn't think that he had ever seen her so attractive before in their time together. Whatever she had planned for that night, he was sure that with those looks she could get a lot of things done. They both knew that there was no way he could deny her, and if he did it would take a hell of a lot of work. Something that he had done seconds ago.
Bulma pulled his chair out for him. "Enjoy baby." She muttered into his ear as he took a seat. She began to message his back with her hands, running them up and down and up and down in a motion that was completely tantalizing. She heard him growl under her touch. It was giving her a newfound confidence that she had never felt before. Bulma liked the power she had over Vegeta at the moment, she kissed his neck then went to her end of the table.
As he watched his woman take a seat across from him, he thought about what had been brought to his attention. To tell Bulma, or not to tell her, that was the question. She placed her face in her hands, the candlelight played around on her ivory complexion making it harder and harder for Vegeta to keep an angry face. Bulma knew very well what she was doing to Vegeta, if she couldn't mess with him physically she would mess with him mentally. She licked the top of her lips lightly.
"I have something I guess I should tell you now." Bulma nearly whispered over the table.
Vegeta took a bite of his food, he doubted that Bulma had cooked it. Not to be offensive to Bulma but she would never be a perfect. Nope, her expertises were in other departments. Biting down on the chicken on his fork he admired her looks again. That indeed was where one of her many talents. Her looks were exotic, and there still lived to be a woman could match her brains a beauty.
He glanced up at her; she still hadn't said anything yet. "Well...?"
Bulma sighed heavily. "Now Vegeta," She began. It then occurred to him that she hadn't touched her food once. It was wonderful, why hadn't she tried it? Was she on a diet? Now that he thought about it...her figure had begun to change...
"Nani?" He said lowly. Vegeta was growing more and more irritated by the minute.
"This is hard for me to say." She replied so lowly that one would have thought that she was talking to herself. Bulma removed her face from her hands and looked down at the white linen tablecloth. She drummed her French- tipped nails over the fabric lightly not wanting to annoy Vegeta. But it was too late; Vegeta was already very well irritated. He let his fork fall to the plate with a clank.
"Get to the point Onna."
When he noticed that Bulma was taking her sweet time in answering him, he got up and walked to the double doors in the back of the living room. Bulma watched him carefully was he took the door handles into his hands and opened the doors.
"Vegeta?" She called out cautiously into the candlelit dark. She saw his silhouette being outlined by the moonlight as he stood on the balcony; the large French doors open wide. Silently walking behind him, she sidled up to him and stood quietly beside his unnerving presence, not daring to breathe a word. Instead she waited for him to speak; sensing something was on his mind.
"Why won't you just tell me what's going on?" He spoke quietly, as he looked at the vast expanse of stars. Anger was outlining nearly ever word that he spoke.
Bulma couldn't help but let a small smile slip across her bland features. "You're right," she whispered and looked at the starts above her. In her mind, what she had to tell Vegeta, would soon be good news.
Vegeta tore his gaze away from the twinkling stars and glared at her angrily. "Then what the fuck is it?" He hissed. "Why bring me here, wanting to talk to me, if you're not going to say anything?" The anger was blinding him from reason.
"Vegeta," Bulma spoke softly, "It's not a big deal you know." She hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek into his back.
He felt his resolve of anger towards her, slipping. "Oh?" He dreaded the answer of her secret. Maybe he didn't want to know. What if she was sick and tired of him? Or what if she had gone back to that baka scar-face human...? Even worse, what if she wanted someone new entirely? What if it was Kenji? He shook his head; no that couldn't have been it, he knew her better than that...
"Get on with it Onna," he growled impatiently. This was bothering him to no end.
Bulma pulled away from him, the wind was getting stronger, most of it due to the ocean near by them. Bulma tugged on his hand, pulling him inside. "Come in."
Vegeta didn't know what to do at the moment. He was far too angry with the woman to let her just seduce the pants off of him again. Then again, due to the innuendo of her voice, he didn't know if he wanted to know the answer of her secret any more.
Bulma took a seat on the couch, then she motioned for Vegeta to do the same. Reluctant to follow her lead, he still sat down wondering why he was submitting to a woman's will.
"Are you going to tell me? Yes or no?" Vegeta was growing impatient
Bulma placed him between her lap, allowing her to play with the back of his head. "You know how much I care about you, right?" Bulma asked him in return.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "What does this have to do with our conversational topic?"
Bulma tugged a stand of his hair. "Well?"
He pulled his head forward but was pulled back down by Bulma's angry hands. Vegeta growled. "Onna...."
Once again Bulma pulled him closer, only this time she spoke into his ear. "Veggie you have to understand," Again her voice was trailing off. "This is very hard for me to say."
The tone of her voice was making Vegeta uneasy. Once he felt Bulma release his hair, he pulled forward and turned around to face Bulma. He locked eyes with her, trying to keep a stright face. Placing his rough finger under Bulma's chin, he brought her face up to his. "Go on, onna."
Bulma looked down. "You know I love you Veggie..."
Vegeta's hand dropped. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"But things are...different now..."
Yes, he was right, this was going right where he thought it was. Vegeta had never thought that this day would come, and he was enraged. Enraged that Bulma would hide such a thing from him and play him for a fool. Vegeta took a stand. Now he was towering over his woman, glaring down at her.
"Baka onna..." His voice came in a hiss. "How dare you hide something of that magnitude from me?!"
His voice began to rise in volume, Bulma swore the walls around them were shaking. She shut her eyes. "Vegeta please listen to me." She pulled on his hand. "I hid it because I love you and I needed to be sure..."
"Oh, sure of what onna?!" Vegeta suddenly pulled his hand back to his body and pulled something out of his pocket. Bulma thought for sure that Vegeta was going to strike her down at that very moment. She had seen how angry he got at times. Shutting her eyes, preparing for the upcoming blow, Bulma prayed that Vegeta would be rational. Her face expected the hit any minute now, she braced herself.
After a few moments of anticipating the hit that never came, Bulma slid her ocean blue eyes open, they were filled with confusion. Instead of being hit in the face Vegeta had thrown a folder in her lap. Filled with even more curiosity than confusion, Bulma brought the folder to her hands and opened it carefully as if it would turn to dust and vanish in her hands.
Vegeta watched her as she opened the folder, it appeared as if she had no idea what was really in that folder. He huffed. In the back of her mind she had to know, the woman was a genius, she could figure it out. Suddenly he found Bulma's gasp filling his ears. Bulma's now teary eyes glanced up at Vegeta, pleading for an explanation.
"Veggie..." her voice failed her. "What's this?"
Vegeta pulled the papers out of Bulma's hand. "What the fuck does it look like it is?" Vegeta yelled at Bulma.
Bulma cowered away from his voice. "How did you..."
"How'd I find out?" Vegeta demanded in reply. He balled his fist to the side to keep from slapping Bulma.
Bulma let the tears run from her eyes. "It's not what it looks like..."
Vegeta ripped the papers in his hands, they fell to the floor. "Then what the fuck were you doing?!" Admitting defeat, Bulma stood up and tried to hug Vegeta. She wasn't at all startled when he pushed her back onto the couch in her sitting position. "You lied to me, wench." Vegeta hissed.
"I didn't know how I could tell you..." Bulma paused. "My father made me go out with him."
The truth was out, Vegeta had found out about Kenji. Bulma thought that things would never drift back into that territory again. Things were finally going smoothly between them and now this. Bulma sighed, someone had taken pictures of her and Kenji that night that they were together. Everything was coming back and biting her in the ass at the moment. And she still hadn't told Vegeta what she wanted to say...
"You lied onna! Lied to me!" Vegeta pulled Bulma up to face him by the hair, trying to hurt her.
"Nothing happened." Bulma pleaded. "Please believe me!"
Vegeta laughed. "Believe you? Believe you after what you did to me last time?" Again there was a malevolence in his laugh that bubbled from his throat. "Stupid wench."
Bulma wrapped her arms around her stomach. There was a new pain in her now. "Vegeta please. I never thought..."
"You never thought I'd catch you." Vegeta muttered. "Onna, you really are stupid." Releasing her hair, Vegeta walked from the couch to the door.
Bulma tried to call after him, but her voice failed her. She did the only thing she knew how, she ran after Vegeta. Upon hearing a noise behind him Vegeta turned to find Bulma pulled at his shirt. "VEGETA PLEASE!" Her voice was finally returning to her.
Vegeta glared down at Bulma. "Look onna, I want nothing more to do with you. I will not allow you to play me for a fool." He pulled his shirt away from Bulma's grasp.
Bulma began to cry some more. "Please." She sobbed. "Believe me." this time Bulma fell to the ground, her fists hitting the ground as she cried.
Vegeta shut his eyes, it was hard not to be moved by such a display. Bulma's hair was spilling over her shoulders, and even in tears, she looked lovely. Vegeta's arm reached out to touch Bulma, but he pulled it back, his pride stopped him. Bulma glanced up at him after a few moments. She continued to cry. "Vegeta..." Getting down on one knee Vegeta bent to touch Bulma's face with his hand. Bulma sniffed. "Please..."
Just as sit seemed that Vegeta would comfort her, Bulma had another surprise coming to her. A major slap was sent across her face, making her entry body fall back. Bulma looked up at Vegeta who walked in front of her, he sneered down at Bulma's fallen body. "Foolish onna." He muttered. "You had this coming to you."
Bulma's tears increased.
"Stop your crying." Vegeta advised. "Save them for someone who cares."
Bulma couldn't help it, her tears wouldn't end. They only grew stronger and stronger when Vegeta turned his back on her and walked towards the door. She sent it slamming on his way out and moments later the engine of his car was heard leaving the driveway of the Capsule Corp. Bulma sobbed. She wrapped her arms around her stomach again, the pain there was subsiding. Now the pain was elsewhere. Not in her face, not in her stomach. But in her heart, knowing that her child would grow never knowing a father. She tried to get up. Everything had gone wrong...so wrong. Getting up slowly Bulma made her way to the table, she blew out the candles.
"Looks like it's just you and me now baby." Bulma muttered down at her stomach.
She took a bottle of water out of the fridge and walked to her room. She had no plans of leaving her room any time soon.
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