"A Passion Kind of Thing."
Disclaimer: Yes. I DO NOT, own DBZ. Absolutely nothing , nada, nichts, rien, niente.
C'mon. You need me to speak in five different languages to get my point across? Don't think so.
A/N: Okay, I'm sure many of you were wondering, and one of you even asked, where did Vegeta go when he left her room. Clarification: He didn't leave again. He simply went back to his room, since Vegeta and Bulma didn't share one yet. I mean, there are too many fics out there, where he jumps her as soon as he comes back. I never pictured it to be like that, you know? Anyways, Next chapter! Hope you like it!
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"Vegeta!"
"I'm busy, Woman!"
"Well, get UN-busy!"
"Then, wait FIVE minutes!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
When Vegeta emerged from his home, more commonly known as the gravity room, she could only notice the slight limp to his walk, and the bandages that needed changing. Practically taking the door off it's hinges as he opened it, he walked slowly over, grimacing in pain in between his glares.
"What were you doing?" She growled at him, her eyes on the bruise on his left temple.
"Training," he replied, shaking himself out of her gaze in annoyance. "until your obnoxious voice interrupted me."
She sighed. Despite their constant bickering, she could say their relationship was a lot better than it had been a year ago. He still annoyed the hell out of her, and he still pissed her off constantly, but he was there when she needed him, and that was all that really mattered. She was his exact opposite. They had different beliefs, different likes, hell...they were a different species. Yet they were a team, and she felt as if, without him, she would disappear.
Dragging him inside, she led him into the medical room, looking for the first aid kit. She found it on the highest shelf, just finger tips out of her reach, even on tippy-toe. Then, a shadow cast over her, and she whirled around to find Vegeta, grinning smugly at her. He held the small, white box that held all the bandages, above her head. Just out of reach. She reached up to grab it, and he pulled back slightly. She reached higher still, but he kept pulling back, almost letting her touch it, and then jerking away. Finally, she realized what he was up to and smiled. Leaning forward this time, she touched her lips to his, one hand sneaking up his arm and grabbing the first aid kit. She only pulled away when she felt him tense, flinching his abdomen away from her.
He had overdone himself many times when it came to training. He often came in after a day, with injuries. She feared for him, always. She didn't understand the full of his power, and sometimes she thought he didn't either. His recent weeks had been the worst, she guessed he was nervous about the days passing by in a whirl. The androids were coming, and there wasn't an invention in Capsule Corp. that could slow down time.
It had been a week or so ago, when she had been left in total confusion, before panic kicked in. It had started with Trunks cries, moments before a deep rumbling echoed trough the house. She stood for a second, comforting the baby in her arms, when one name flashed through her mind. Vegeta. When she had reached the backyard, she could see nothing but ruins, of metal and dirt, and no sign of Vegeta. She had found him under a pile of junk, bruised, broken, and unconscious. Two days later, when he had opened his eyes, there was nothing she could do but break into tears. And even now, still deeply injured, he refused to stop training.
"You shouldn't be training, you know."
"How many times are you going to repeat yourself?"
"Until you listen to me."
"I..."
She sighed. Tightening the bandages a little too tightly, and smiling innocently when he squirmed in protest.
"Stop it, Woman! That hurts!"
"The mighty prince? Hurt? I'm...I'm shocked!"
"Don't mock me, Woman." He growled, pulling her closer now that his bandages were done.
"Or what?"
He opened his mouth, but a shrill wail cut him off. He sighed in frustration, as maternal instinct took over, and Bulma immediately rushed to the child's side. His child. The concept still rolled around in his mind, and he wasn't at all used to it. All his life, he had been alone. No, that wasn't exactly true; he had slight memories of his mother, and a stronger picture of his father, but the only time he had held love in his life was with his mother, and no one else. Now, he had opened bonds with his mate and son. Earth was a drastic change in his life.
Silently going over to the door, he smiled slightly; only slightly, as he heard his mates words of softness she was whispering to his son. Walking out the door towards the gravity room, he looked up to his son's bedroom window, and watched. But suddenly, a spasm of pain hit him, and he fell to the ground.
***
"Shh..shh, baby. It's okay. Mommy's here now."
She smiled gently, pushing a small, light lock of purple hair from her son's forehead, as his eyes closed slowly. Setting him back down in his crib, she went over to the window, her hand brushing over the bite mark on her neck. She giggled.
She remembered being terrified, waking up a few days later after Vegeta had come home, Vegeta gone. She had felt sick, and stiff; especially in her neck.
'Pregnancy' she had thought.
But when she had gone into the bathroom to freshen herself up, and had caught sight of her reflection, she had almost passed out. Two little, red puncture holes rested on her neck. Five minutes, and an aircraft later, she was bursting through the door to her best friends' residence, demanding an explanation. Chi-chi and Goku had stared in shock at her neck, and then broken out in identical giggles.
"It's normal, Bulma." Goku finally insisted.
"N-Normal? Vegeta bit me!"
Chi-chi had laughed again, and pulled down her collar to reveal her own mark, smiling as realization dawned on Bulma's face.
Her fingers stopped at her neck, as she caught sight of the collapsed form that was Vegeta.
***
"Vegeta, Vegeta!"
He grumbled, sitting up and realizing he couldn't move. Blinking, he looked down at himself only to meet a pair of worried blue eyes. Aha. So that was why he couldn't move...or...
"Oh, Vegeta! I'm so sorry!"
He blinked as his mate began to sob, and he tightened his arms around her, ignoring the pain it caused.
"Sorry, for what, Bulma?"
"I..when I...tightened your bandages...it was too much for your body...it was so worn out...I hit a reaction nerve..."
He stood, bringing his mate with him, into the house and sat her down on a chair. Crouching down in front of her, he took her hands. She broke down at the rare act of gentleness.
"Bulma.."
"Please, stop training!" She pleated.
"I train so I can protect you, Bulma. And the child." He reasoned, gently.
"But...Not...never at your own expense..." She sobbed, shaking her head.
"No. Not at my own expense."
"But you're hurt, Vegeta!"
He shook his head, and stood, shifting under his bandages.
"If that's what it takes to protect you, than so be it."
***
A wail cut through her peaceful slumber as Bulma sat up in bed. Looking over, she noticed Vegeta wasn't there. They hadn't been arguing, not really, so she didn't think he was mad at her. But, if he wasn't....
Her pondering was cut short, as Trunks' cries stopped, and her brows lifted when she heard her son coo. Slipping her feet into her slippers, she silently crept down the hall. There, in her son's bedroom, was Vegeta, holding the small bundle in his arms.
"I always wondered what it would be like to hold a baby."
She smiled. Busted.
"Really?"
"Yes. To hold something that didn't know what pain was. What death was."
She nodded silently, as she watched him hold the baby to his chest, keeping him warm in the cold air.
"I always wondered what it would be like to hold life in my arms, instead of death."
"But you can, Vegeta. You always can."
He turned, putting his son gently back into his bed, and tucking him in.
"I have that now, Bulma. And you have to understand."
She came over to him, stroking her fingers slightly over the bruise on his forehead.
"Understand what, Vegeta?"
"That I have to keep this. And the only way to keep this, is to fight for it."
She sighed, and leaned into him, sighing into his shirt.
"I know, Vegeta. I know."
Tbc...
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wooohhoooo! Yay! Ehem...yes. I think I like this chapter the best. Don't know why, I just do. Anyways, three more days of school left, and then I can start writing dull time, my friends! Please review!
Disclaimer: Yes. I DO NOT, own DBZ. Absolutely nothing , nada, nichts, rien, niente.
C'mon. You need me to speak in five different languages to get my point across? Don't think so.
A/N: Okay, I'm sure many of you were wondering, and one of you even asked, where did Vegeta go when he left her room. Clarification: He didn't leave again. He simply went back to his room, since Vegeta and Bulma didn't share one yet. I mean, there are too many fics out there, where he jumps her as soon as he comes back. I never pictured it to be like that, you know? Anyways, Next chapter! Hope you like it!
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"Vegeta!"
"I'm busy, Woman!"
"Well, get UN-busy!"
"Then, wait FIVE minutes!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
When Vegeta emerged from his home, more commonly known as the gravity room, she could only notice the slight limp to his walk, and the bandages that needed changing. Practically taking the door off it's hinges as he opened it, he walked slowly over, grimacing in pain in between his glares.
"What were you doing?" She growled at him, her eyes on the bruise on his left temple.
"Training," he replied, shaking himself out of her gaze in annoyance. "until your obnoxious voice interrupted me."
She sighed. Despite their constant bickering, she could say their relationship was a lot better than it had been a year ago. He still annoyed the hell out of her, and he still pissed her off constantly, but he was there when she needed him, and that was all that really mattered. She was his exact opposite. They had different beliefs, different likes, hell...they were a different species. Yet they were a team, and she felt as if, without him, she would disappear.
Dragging him inside, she led him into the medical room, looking for the first aid kit. She found it on the highest shelf, just finger tips out of her reach, even on tippy-toe. Then, a shadow cast over her, and she whirled around to find Vegeta, grinning smugly at her. He held the small, white box that held all the bandages, above her head. Just out of reach. She reached up to grab it, and he pulled back slightly. She reached higher still, but he kept pulling back, almost letting her touch it, and then jerking away. Finally, she realized what he was up to and smiled. Leaning forward this time, she touched her lips to his, one hand sneaking up his arm and grabbing the first aid kit. She only pulled away when she felt him tense, flinching his abdomen away from her.
He had overdone himself many times when it came to training. He often came in after a day, with injuries. She feared for him, always. She didn't understand the full of his power, and sometimes she thought he didn't either. His recent weeks had been the worst, she guessed he was nervous about the days passing by in a whirl. The androids were coming, and there wasn't an invention in Capsule Corp. that could slow down time.
It had been a week or so ago, when she had been left in total confusion, before panic kicked in. It had started with Trunks cries, moments before a deep rumbling echoed trough the house. She stood for a second, comforting the baby in her arms, when one name flashed through her mind. Vegeta. When she had reached the backyard, she could see nothing but ruins, of metal and dirt, and no sign of Vegeta. She had found him under a pile of junk, bruised, broken, and unconscious. Two days later, when he had opened his eyes, there was nothing she could do but break into tears. And even now, still deeply injured, he refused to stop training.
"You shouldn't be training, you know."
"How many times are you going to repeat yourself?"
"Until you listen to me."
"I..."
She sighed. Tightening the bandages a little too tightly, and smiling innocently when he squirmed in protest.
"Stop it, Woman! That hurts!"
"The mighty prince? Hurt? I'm...I'm shocked!"
"Don't mock me, Woman." He growled, pulling her closer now that his bandages were done.
"Or what?"
He opened his mouth, but a shrill wail cut him off. He sighed in frustration, as maternal instinct took over, and Bulma immediately rushed to the child's side. His child. The concept still rolled around in his mind, and he wasn't at all used to it. All his life, he had been alone. No, that wasn't exactly true; he had slight memories of his mother, and a stronger picture of his father, but the only time he had held love in his life was with his mother, and no one else. Now, he had opened bonds with his mate and son. Earth was a drastic change in his life.
Silently going over to the door, he smiled slightly; only slightly, as he heard his mates words of softness she was whispering to his son. Walking out the door towards the gravity room, he looked up to his son's bedroom window, and watched. But suddenly, a spasm of pain hit him, and he fell to the ground.
***
"Shh..shh, baby. It's okay. Mommy's here now."
She smiled gently, pushing a small, light lock of purple hair from her son's forehead, as his eyes closed slowly. Setting him back down in his crib, she went over to the window, her hand brushing over the bite mark on her neck. She giggled.
She remembered being terrified, waking up a few days later after Vegeta had come home, Vegeta gone. She had felt sick, and stiff; especially in her neck.
'Pregnancy' she had thought.
But when she had gone into the bathroom to freshen herself up, and had caught sight of her reflection, she had almost passed out. Two little, red puncture holes rested on her neck. Five minutes, and an aircraft later, she was bursting through the door to her best friends' residence, demanding an explanation. Chi-chi and Goku had stared in shock at her neck, and then broken out in identical giggles.
"It's normal, Bulma." Goku finally insisted.
"N-Normal? Vegeta bit me!"
Chi-chi had laughed again, and pulled down her collar to reveal her own mark, smiling as realization dawned on Bulma's face.
Her fingers stopped at her neck, as she caught sight of the collapsed form that was Vegeta.
***
"Vegeta, Vegeta!"
He grumbled, sitting up and realizing he couldn't move. Blinking, he looked down at himself only to meet a pair of worried blue eyes. Aha. So that was why he couldn't move...or...
"Oh, Vegeta! I'm so sorry!"
He blinked as his mate began to sob, and he tightened his arms around her, ignoring the pain it caused.
"Sorry, for what, Bulma?"
"I..when I...tightened your bandages...it was too much for your body...it was so worn out...I hit a reaction nerve..."
He stood, bringing his mate with him, into the house and sat her down on a chair. Crouching down in front of her, he took her hands. She broke down at the rare act of gentleness.
"Bulma.."
"Please, stop training!" She pleated.
"I train so I can protect you, Bulma. And the child." He reasoned, gently.
"But...Not...never at your own expense..." She sobbed, shaking her head.
"No. Not at my own expense."
"But you're hurt, Vegeta!"
He shook his head, and stood, shifting under his bandages.
"If that's what it takes to protect you, than so be it."
***
A wail cut through her peaceful slumber as Bulma sat up in bed. Looking over, she noticed Vegeta wasn't there. They hadn't been arguing, not really, so she didn't think he was mad at her. But, if he wasn't....
Her pondering was cut short, as Trunks' cries stopped, and her brows lifted when she heard her son coo. Slipping her feet into her slippers, she silently crept down the hall. There, in her son's bedroom, was Vegeta, holding the small bundle in his arms.
"I always wondered what it would be like to hold a baby."
She smiled. Busted.
"Really?"
"Yes. To hold something that didn't know what pain was. What death was."
She nodded silently, as she watched him hold the baby to his chest, keeping him warm in the cold air.
"I always wondered what it would be like to hold life in my arms, instead of death."
"But you can, Vegeta. You always can."
He turned, putting his son gently back into his bed, and tucking him in.
"I have that now, Bulma. And you have to understand."
She came over to him, stroking her fingers slightly over the bruise on his forehead.
"Understand what, Vegeta?"
"That I have to keep this. And the only way to keep this, is to fight for it."
She sighed, and leaned into him, sighing into his shirt.
"I know, Vegeta. I know."
Tbc...
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wooohhoooo! Yay! Ehem...yes. I think I like this chapter the best. Don't know why, I just do. Anyways, three more days of school left, and then I can start writing dull time, my friends! Please review!