Chapter the seventeenth
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
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It was a morning eight months later since the marriage of our couple, and let's just say that things were going quite well around the household. Vegeta was getting his sex and Bulma was getting a happy hubby. And Trunks was just plain happy with his mommy and Daddy. He was now saying the words 'MA-MA' and 'DA-DA' and crawling around. He got cuter and cuter every day. This particular morning, Vegeta got up out of bed and stretched. He knew what day it was. He knew it was the day that, that night, he'd be leaving for that planet he was training on. Bulma knew he was leaving but not for three months. She thought he was only leaving about three weeks. Bulma's eyes blinked up from beside him. "Vegeta? Honey? How come you're getting up so early? You're going at night!" She nagged. Vegeta turned his head and faced her, but didn't answer. He just pulled on his socks, a shirt, some pants and some clean underwear. Bulma watched him do it with anticipation. When he sat up to leave the room she stopped him by grabbing the band of his pants and pulling him down. "Hey, Vegeta... You want a little present before you go? I could give it to you whenever you'd like me to." She purred to him. Vegeta looked at her with a spreading smile on his handsome features.
"No thanks. I'm going to go downstairs and eat breakfast and then I'm going to go to the Gravity Room." Vegeta said. When he tried to get up again Bulma pulled herself on top of him and nuzzled his neck with her nose. "Vegeta... Trunks isn't awake yet, it's the perfect opportunity..." She cooed. Vegeta scowled and looked at her with hateful eyes. She started to kiss him all over his neck and face. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"I don't want you to leave for three whole weeks Vegeta! Think of all the fun we could have in just three weeks!" Bulma argued with him as she macked him all over. Vegeta had explained this point of him going over and over again so he just didn't bother telling her yet AGAIN. He just kept silent. He really didn't want to leave for three weeks, let alone three MONTHS. He knew he'd miss Bulma a lot, and he really didn't like missing people or things... He'd went through that enough after his father had died.
He drew Bulma in close and kissed the side of her head softly. "I've got to train. I've got to become a Super Saiyan." He told her. Bulma growled. "Is it still with that godd@mned Super Saiyan sh*t is why you can't stay? Vegeta, screw being a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta turned his head the other direction so that he wouldn't have to listen to her. He knew it wasn't worth it, but he had to get rid of his feelings for Bulma and Trunks or becoming a Super Saiyan would be impossible! But then again, KAKAROTT had become a Super Saiyan with love for his family... But as soon as Kakarott came into his mind he directly forced him out. Bulma leaned down and kissed his cheek to get his attention. "Earth to my husband!" She said. Vegeta's head whipped in her direction. "Oh. Sorry." He said. He relaxed his head on the pillow as Bulma snuggled into him. His warm and muscular body was enough to make any girl randy!
He felt Bulma begin to kiss his chest. "I don't WANT you to leave..." She complained somemore. "It won't be any fun with you gone!" Vegeta started trying to pull her off of him. "You could live before I came to live with you just fine! Now get off of me!" He yowled. He all the sudden felt a sharp pain on his neck where Bulma had been sucking at. His eyes widened and his muscles grew tense. Bulma raised up.
"That was almost three years ago that I was living with you not in my life!"
Vegeta wasn't thinking about what she was saying. He was thinking about the throbbing pain on his neck. He brought his hand up, and when he looked at it there was blood. "What did you do?" He asked. "How come I'm bleeding?" A look of sympathy crossed Bulma's face as she tenderly traced her fingers over the painful spot. "I'm so sorry, Vegeta... While I was giving you a hickie you made me mad and I accidently bit you. I'll make it better, though." She told him. Vegeta just stared at her and sighed. "You bite people, huh?" He asked. Bulma slapped playfully at him. "Hey, I told you I didn't mean it!"
Vegeta smirked as she bent down and started to kiss his stomach. "Stop that." He ordered playfully. Bulma rested her cheek on his stomach. "Three whole weeks without Veggie will not be very fun..." She grumbled. "But aw well. I guess you don't really care what will be fun and what won't." She traced her fingers over his defined ab muscles and made him shiver. It wasn't long before Vegeta had reached out and stopped her fingers from touching him. "Stop it." He giggled. Bulma wrestled with his hand. "What? You don't like me touching you? That hurts my feelings!" She joked. Bulma broke her hand away from his and poked him in the stomach. "I touched you!" She said. Vegeta chuckled and hugged her. "I don't care if you touch me. I just really want to eat breakfast." He said. Bulma snuggled her nose into his neck, then finally released him. "Okay, Baby. Let's go eat breakfast before Trunks wakes up." Her and Vegeta went downstairs. Nobody was up yet except for them. Bulma watched her husband sit down at the table and look out the window with longing and sadness in his eyes. " What are you so sad about? Lemme guess; you don't want to go on the space capsule. And you don't have to."
Vegeta spun his head and looked at her. "Yes I have to. It's for my common good." He said. When she came over and wrapped her arms around his neck he squirmed. He brought his hands up and caressed her arms. He still couldn't believe that HE had started a family... That HE had a baby... When HE was evil. If he didn't reach Super Saiyan then he'd be the laughing stock of everybody! "I'll only be gone for three weeks. It's not the end of the world." *Yeah, right. It's not the end of the world, Bulma! I'm just leaving you tonight!* He thought. He almost started crying despite himself, but he told himself to stay strong. If he started to cry then Bulma would know something was going on. All that happened was a single tear sprung to his onyx-colored eye.
Bulma saw it and gently flicked it off with her manicured fingernail. "See? You don't want to go, you're crying about it!" She exclaimed. "Just stay here and be happy for three weeks instead of working your @$$ off!" She walked around to the front of her husband. He was looking at the ground, trying to concentrate and not start bawling like a baby. He knew he was going to miss her more than he'd ever missed his father or home planet. He just sniffled.
Bulma cupped her hand under his chin and tilted his head up. She saw the light reflect off the tears that had shown up in his eyes and felt instantly sorry for him. "Poor baby." She said. Vegeta tried to back out of her grasp, but she grabbed his chin tight and held it. "You're being such a baby. If you don't want to go, then DON'T! I don't see why you can't just stay here and use the G.R!" When she saw Vegeta wasn't listening, she tightened her grip on him and wrenched his head up violently. Vegeta closed his eyes to squeeze back tears of sadness that came rushing to them. "Stop it... Let me go..." He said. He brought his hands up to her hand and started helplessley trying to pry her hand off his face. He felt Bulma's grip soften a little when he started to cry. He hated to cry; he knew he did. But he couldn't help it. He didn't want to leave Bulma or Capsule Corporation. He had needed to cry and cry and cry as hard as he could for the last eight months. Bulma noticed his body start to hitch from sobbing and tears start to squeeze out his eyes. "What? What's wrong?" Bulma asked, starting to chuck him under his chin as if he were some sort of a dog. Vegeta wiped his tears away. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Nothing that's your buisness, anyway." He griped. He was about to jerk his head away, when he felt her grip on his chin tighten AGAIN. He winced as her fingernails dug grooves in his skin. "What are you doing? Release me!" He ordered.
Bulma stroked him at the base of his chin as he cried, looking into her eyes. "You're not going to go if it's the last thing I do." Bulma cooed to him softly, still petting him. "You don't want to go obviously. Look at you! I've never seen you cry so hard in your life!!" Vegeta just stared at her, knowing this was true. It WAS the hardest he'd ever cried in his life. And it was because of a human woman! Her stroking him felt so good that he could wet himself. He sucked in another bout of tears that threatened to spill over his eyelids. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her up into his lap. "Of course I want to go. If I don't go, than I won't become a Super Saiyan." Bulma wrapped her arms around his strong neck and kissed it. "I know, I know." She said. Vegeta cried softly into her shoulder for about 5 more minutes.
That night Bulma and Vegeta were silent as they ate dinner together outside on the balcony with Trunks in his walker. They both knew that as soon as dinner was over than Vegeta would be leaving for that horrible planet. Bulma ate with tears silently streaming down her cheeks, and Vegeta ate with a stony glare on his face. Bulma thought three weeks was far too long to be gone. Vegeta thought FOREVER was far too long to be gone. "Are you exited?" Bulma asked him with a shaky voice. Vegeta stared over at her with the same stony glare. "Yes. Reaching Super Saiyan is something to be happy about." He said. He ripped some meat of a chicken leg. Bulma placed a hand on his forearm.
"Please, Vegeta, let me ask you one more time... Please don't go! Trunks and I are going to miss you so much..."
"ENOUGH! STOP BEGGING ME NOT TO GO! IT'S JUST MAKING IT WORSE FOR THE BOTH OF US!" Bulma recoiled. "Okay, Vegeta. That's all I needed to hear." She said. Then, when Vegeta thought she was perfectly alright, she burst into helpless sobs. "Oh Vegeta, no! I love you! I don't want you to go!" She bawled. Vegeta patted her on the back and then stood up. "Where does your father keep that wretched space ship at? I have to go now." He said. He looked down at his wife, who was sobbing at his boots. "No, No No No! Don't go! Not for three weeks! What about three days?" Bulma asked. Vegeta chuckled and helped her to stand up. "I'll... be back before you know it." He lied. " Now where is it?"
Vegeta's space capsule landed on a planet that he thought to look alright. Of course, the skies were dark and the land was barren, but dealing with that was something he found to be very easy. It reminded him of his old home planet except for without the buildings-- and life. He stepped out of his space ship and grabbed some dust off the ground. When he sniffed it, he found no traces of other life forms walking on the planet. "Nice." He said. His voice was clouded with tears from him crying on the space capsule. He had not cried when he had left, though he watched Bulma out a window the way up until he couldn't see her anymore and she had been crying like a banshee. He had started to silently cry to himself on the ship. He had regained his composure by now, though. He had not brought barely any food; but tons of water. Even though Saiyans ate a lot he figured not eating would make him just stronger in will.
He found that, when he started to power up, it was very exhausting because of his training in those horrible levels of gravity. "You fool!" He cursed himself. He found that talking to himself was a very successful remedy when you were lonely and missing somebody that you really loved. But he had to forget about that; Bulma would be a thing of the past once the androids were tooken down. He would not move in back with her unless he absolutely had to; and even if he DID, he'd act as if they weren't even married. He'd stay in his room and in the G.R. to train. But Bulma's image in his mind brought some more tears springing to his black eyes. Trunks was also causing him to cry. Yes, he hated that baby. But he didn't hate it the way he had dispised it when it'd first came out of Bulma. Now he at least had respect for him. *Maybe I can train him to be strong like me. All I have to do is just GO BACK TO THE WOMAN I LOVE!!* He thought. Then he sniggered. "Yeah right. Never." He told himself coldly as he flew into the air and fired a ki blast at a huge rock formation and shattered it into a thousand pieces. Using the ki blast caused exhaustion that left him panting on the ground. "Oh my goodness... Training at that gravity level for so long sure did do a lot on me!" He said. He growled and flew back up in the air, doing several flips and things, shooting ki blasts into unknown places, and making himself mad so his ki would surge. Kakarott had said that the way to trigger going Super Saiyan was a feeling of rage.
"Why am I even listening to what Kakarott says? I'm a saiyan PRINCE, I shouldn't listen to that low class fool!" He scolded himself. He screamed as he powered up, and began shooting ki blasts as hard as he could in every direction. *I'd better be careful. I only brought a few first aid items so if I get hurt than I might be up shit creek without a freakin' paddle.* He thought. He flipped across the ground, then sprung up and shot a ki blast. He did several cartwheels and flips until he was almost doubled over with fatigue. He wasn't going to stop until he was a Super Saiyan, though. No sleep until then.
Bulma was on her and Vegeta's bed crying. She normally wouldn't have cried so hard considering Vegeta was only to be gone for three weeks but she knew something was up by the way he'd been crying before. He wouldn't cry like that unless he planned on never seeing her again... or at least on not seeing her for a while. But when he'd actually left he'd acted cool as a cucumber.
Trunks was crawling around on the bed and messing up with the sheets. He crawled over to Bulma and laid down his head so he could see her face. "Ma-Ma." He said in a babyish voice. Bulma smiled at her baby. He looked so much like Vegeta to her that she could just pick him up and snuggle him, but she knew a baby his age didn't like that very much. "Yes, that's right. Ma-Ma's sad." She said softly. Trunks thought about this for a moment and then sat up. "Da-Da." He said. He whipped his head around, looking for Vegeta. When he didn't see Vegeta he started to cry. "Da-Da!!" He cried. He was missing Vegeta almost as much as Bulma herself was! It was 2:00 AM and neither her or Trunks had slept; Trunks haden't because Bulma was keeping him awake with her crying. She'd eventually given up and just let him stay awake.
Bulma grabbed her baby and hugged him. "Oh, don't cry! Da-Da will be home in just about three weeks." She said. "But we can still miss him, can't we? We have pictures of him to look at, and home videos of him to watch..." She remembered the home video she had of Vegeta kissing at the camera which she had been holding at the time, videos of him hugging her, kissing her, stripping down to nothing, putting on a condom... She shuddered thinking of that one. He was so handsome! She put Trunks in his crib and, thinking about the home videos with Vegeta in them, went to sleep.
Vegeta was wavering with tiredness as he attempted to continue his kicking and punching exercises. Bulma kept popping big and brightly into his mind, but he'd tell himself that she was ancient history now. Even though the Kais didn't plan on him never seeing her again, and he was lucky that fate would pull them together again after the Cell saga. But we'll get to that part of the deal later.
Vegeta shot a ki blast at the stars, shot a ki blast at the ground, shot a ki blast at everything. He imagined everything to be KAKAROTT, the thing that angered him beyond anything that'd ever angered him before. Soon, he found himself on the ground unable to move from tiredness and from soreness. He was left on his back and gazing at the stars. He started to think about how Bulma would normally be helping him by now by maybe hugging him a little, or kissing him a little... maybe she'd sing to him or stroke his hair... that got him remembering the way it made him feel when she touched him. That strange tingly feeling it caused to run throughout his body and make his rod go erect. And she liked to cook for him even though her cooking was the worst experiance he'd ever had in his whole life. He tried to think about this, but his mind wandered eventually back to the touching. Did she feel that way when HE touched HER? Did she get horny? He giggled and turned his head.
On this planet, there was very high winds and gases that made Vegeta sneeze and cough. It was like a whole planet of allergies and stuff. The wind chilled him to the bone. He found himself wishing that he'd brought a blanket, or at least some warmer clothing than the stupid saiyan armor. He curled himself up into a little ball to resist the horrible cold. *I wish I had brought at LEAST a blanket or something.* He thought. Dust blew into his irratated eyes to where he could hardly see, and he was so cold that his teeth were chattering. " I can take this cold. I'm a saiyan warrior!" He told himself. So, in shambles, he gathered himself to his feet and continued his training.
Four weeks later, Bulma was frantic. "He said he'd be home in three weeks! It's been four weeks!" She bawled. "I miss him!" She was on the couch watching home videos of Vegeta with Trunks, who was saying 'Da-Da.' On the video she was watching Vegeta was showing off by flipping in the sky and other things. He was coming up and kissing into the camera every once in a while. She could hear herself saying, "DON'T DO THAT! YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF!" as he divebombed the ground. She had been binge eating the whole month he'd been gone. "My Vegeta left me here... Maybe he's hurt!!" When that came into her mind, her heart started beating faster. "He's hurt!" She cried. Trunks looked up into his mommy's face. "Da-Da?" He said. Bulma scooped Trunks up and ran outside, to where her father was working on a project. "Daddy! What if Vegeta's hurt up there in space?" She bawled.
Her father looked up from his project. "Vegeta's not hurt. If he had gotten hurt, then he would have sheltered himself in the space capsule until he was healed. You know him." He said. Trunks tried to break his way out of Bulma's grasp so he could play in the yard but she held on to him really tight. "What if his space capsule was destroyed by a meteor shower of some sort, Dad? What if he's dead?" She broke out into harder tears. Her husband whom she loved over anyone or anything COULDN'T be dead! It was impossible! But something lightly told her inside of her that Vegeta was still alive, and that one day he'd come back and she'd get to see him. But Vegeta's plans were totally different.
Vegeta was eating one of his sandwiches, the first sandwich he'd had since he'd landed on the planet. His stomach had been doing circus leaps from not eating anything. He'd went through one whole month without any results! Sometimes he'd get really mad, and he'd feel his power begin to surge as if he were going to transform... and then it would just slip away and leave him exhausted for a while. He figured that if maybe he ate a little sandwich it would clear all of that up.
*Okay Vegeta. Two more months until the androids come. You can go Super Saiyan in just two months.* His mind raved. Vegeta smirked a little. He could do it in less. This got him wondering if Super Saiyan would be enough to beat the androids in. He knew Kakarott certainly wouldn't be strong enough to beat the androids... or at least he hoped. He hoped something dreadful would befall Goku, something horrible, so that he wouldn't have to fight and Vegeta could take all the glory. Little did he know that his wish would come true.
Vegeta got up and shot a ki blast at one of the moons on the huge planet, shattering it. Then he flipped around and did cartwheels and shot ki blasts and made trash of things. He flew up into the air and made a blue aura and started powering up. "*Groan*HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, his power ever rising. He clenched his teeth and strained, and his power still sky-rocketed. "Yes! This is it!" He yelled to himself. But, as he was powering up, he felt his power begin to slip away. "No! Come back!" He howled. But his power level decreased as fatigue snuck its way in on him. Why did things have to be so hard? Why couldn't he just be able to go Super Saiyan as easy as he wanted to? Soon all of the power he'd gathered inside of him had vanished, and he was left a broken man on the ground of the planet, with almost no energy and so much rage inside of him that he felt like blowing up the entire planet. "I hate this!" He shouted. For a breif second, a feeling that passed throughout his body calmed him. A relaxing feeling, a feeling that told him everything was all right. But no sooner had the feeling came that it was gone. "Kakarott can do it! So I can do it!" He cursed. He threw a small fit on the ground. "I'm a saiyan prince! I can become a Super Saiyan!" He powered up and made the aura make its way around his body.
"AND I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THAT LOUSY WOMAN AND THAT STUPID BABY!!"
He clenched his fists so hard that the nails dug into his palms and screamed even louder, the aura around him getting bigger and bigger. He thought about his hatred for Kakarott and how he'd discraced himself by falling in love with the human woman to make himself even angrier. His screams got so loud that his throat was being ripped raw. But, you know Vegeta. He just kept powering up until he only had enough energy left to keep him alive, and then he fainted on the ground. He stayed fainted for several hours before he woke up.
When he did wake up, his every muscle screamed when he tried to sit up and his head was pounding ninety miles a minute. But he was still thinking of becoming a Super Saiyan, how close he'd gotten, and how much he hated Kakarott. And the fact that the androids were coming in just two months. "Okay. Time to try again." Vegeta said. He started the warming up process by doing a couple flips and tricks, and shooting ki blasts at rocks and making craters. And as he was doing this, Bulma never popped once into his mind. In the past month, he had been forgetting about his feelings for her. He still thought about her time to time, but, he was forgetting that he loved her. When he thought about her tears did not come to his eyes even once. All the hate and rancor that had existed before he'd met Bulma were flowing back, and he was starting to be afflicted. He needed Bulma to make him strong, and without her he fell. But Bulma was still thinking about him through everything she did. When she was making the bed, Vegeta was in her heart. And when she was washing the dishes or giving Trunks a bath, Vegeta was right there with her. She'd grown exited for the day the androids came, so that she could see Vegeta again. She knew he'd never miss a fight like that as long as he lived. She'd run up to him, and hug him, and then they'd both kiss and go back home to have sex. But she was wrong, for she didn't know about the emotional change Vegeta would go through in space, and though he was still her husband and still held respect for her, his care and love were beginning to be pushed to the back of his mind as becoming a Super Saiyan quickly started replacing them. It was all he could think about.
"I can't wait two months! Can you, Trunks?" Bulma asked her baby. Trunks looked at Bulma and clapped. Bulma was waiting until the androids came because she knew that Vegeta wouldn't miss the fight with the androids because of how incredibly selfish he could be. He would want all the glory of defeating them, therefore he wanted to be there. She would be there when he arrived, too. Then she'd run up to him and smother him with kisses...
"But I wonder if he'll be Okay in the fight with them. I mean, they are supposed to be even stronger than Goku... and Vegeta's weaker than Goku! I just hope he keeps his smarts and knows when to ask for help!" She frowned when she said this. Vegeta? Ask for help? That would be the day. Vegeta hated asking for help more than anything he'd ever hated. Everytime she'd asked him before if he'd needed help, he'd bluntly refuse. But this time, it'd be a life and death matter if he needed help. She was so worried, for that kid from the future had said that everyone died from the androids... even VEGETA! Bulma didn't think she could live in a world without Vegeta. Before, with Yamcha, her life had been so empty. She knew it was missing something but she hadn't known what. Vegeta had helped her make it perfectly obvious.
She had needed love, and Yamcha wasn't giving her that. Vegeta had given it to her that one night he'd lost his virginity to her. She knew that he loved her back, and she loved him soo much... But it was so hard to believe she loved Vegeta. A man that had threatened to kill her when he first saw her, a man that was a complete jerk. But she loved him.
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Sorry that this chapter was a little bit short, but it got boring writing it because when Vegeta got on the planet there wasn't really anything for him to do. In the next chapter, as I said, the androids 19 and 20 come. oh, and Vegeta WILL move back in with Bulma at the end of the Cell saga. Just thought you needed to know that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
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It was a morning eight months later since the marriage of our couple, and let's just say that things were going quite well around the household. Vegeta was getting his sex and Bulma was getting a happy hubby. And Trunks was just plain happy with his mommy and Daddy. He was now saying the words 'MA-MA' and 'DA-DA' and crawling around. He got cuter and cuter every day. This particular morning, Vegeta got up out of bed and stretched. He knew what day it was. He knew it was the day that, that night, he'd be leaving for that planet he was training on. Bulma knew he was leaving but not for three months. She thought he was only leaving about three weeks. Bulma's eyes blinked up from beside him. "Vegeta? Honey? How come you're getting up so early? You're going at night!" She nagged. Vegeta turned his head and faced her, but didn't answer. He just pulled on his socks, a shirt, some pants and some clean underwear. Bulma watched him do it with anticipation. When he sat up to leave the room she stopped him by grabbing the band of his pants and pulling him down. "Hey, Vegeta... You want a little present before you go? I could give it to you whenever you'd like me to." She purred to him. Vegeta looked at her with a spreading smile on his handsome features.
"No thanks. I'm going to go downstairs and eat breakfast and then I'm going to go to the Gravity Room." Vegeta said. When he tried to get up again Bulma pulled herself on top of him and nuzzled his neck with her nose. "Vegeta... Trunks isn't awake yet, it's the perfect opportunity..." She cooed. Vegeta scowled and looked at her with hateful eyes. She started to kiss him all over his neck and face. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"I don't want you to leave for three whole weeks Vegeta! Think of all the fun we could have in just three weeks!" Bulma argued with him as she macked him all over. Vegeta had explained this point of him going over and over again so he just didn't bother telling her yet AGAIN. He just kept silent. He really didn't want to leave for three weeks, let alone three MONTHS. He knew he'd miss Bulma a lot, and he really didn't like missing people or things... He'd went through that enough after his father had died.
He drew Bulma in close and kissed the side of her head softly. "I've got to train. I've got to become a Super Saiyan." He told her. Bulma growled. "Is it still with that godd@mned Super Saiyan sh*t is why you can't stay? Vegeta, screw being a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta turned his head the other direction so that he wouldn't have to listen to her. He knew it wasn't worth it, but he had to get rid of his feelings for Bulma and Trunks or becoming a Super Saiyan would be impossible! But then again, KAKAROTT had become a Super Saiyan with love for his family... But as soon as Kakarott came into his mind he directly forced him out. Bulma leaned down and kissed his cheek to get his attention. "Earth to my husband!" She said. Vegeta's head whipped in her direction. "Oh. Sorry." He said. He relaxed his head on the pillow as Bulma snuggled into him. His warm and muscular body was enough to make any girl randy!
He felt Bulma begin to kiss his chest. "I don't WANT you to leave..." She complained somemore. "It won't be any fun with you gone!" Vegeta started trying to pull her off of him. "You could live before I came to live with you just fine! Now get off of me!" He yowled. He all the sudden felt a sharp pain on his neck where Bulma had been sucking at. His eyes widened and his muscles grew tense. Bulma raised up.
"That was almost three years ago that I was living with you not in my life!"
Vegeta wasn't thinking about what she was saying. He was thinking about the throbbing pain on his neck. He brought his hand up, and when he looked at it there was blood. "What did you do?" He asked. "How come I'm bleeding?" A look of sympathy crossed Bulma's face as she tenderly traced her fingers over the painful spot. "I'm so sorry, Vegeta... While I was giving you a hickie you made me mad and I accidently bit you. I'll make it better, though." She told him. Vegeta just stared at her and sighed. "You bite people, huh?" He asked. Bulma slapped playfully at him. "Hey, I told you I didn't mean it!"
Vegeta smirked as she bent down and started to kiss his stomach. "Stop that." He ordered playfully. Bulma rested her cheek on his stomach. "Three whole weeks without Veggie will not be very fun..." She grumbled. "But aw well. I guess you don't really care what will be fun and what won't." She traced her fingers over his defined ab muscles and made him shiver. It wasn't long before Vegeta had reached out and stopped her fingers from touching him. "Stop it." He giggled. Bulma wrestled with his hand. "What? You don't like me touching you? That hurts my feelings!" She joked. Bulma broke her hand away from his and poked him in the stomach. "I touched you!" She said. Vegeta chuckled and hugged her. "I don't care if you touch me. I just really want to eat breakfast." He said. Bulma snuggled her nose into his neck, then finally released him. "Okay, Baby. Let's go eat breakfast before Trunks wakes up." Her and Vegeta went downstairs. Nobody was up yet except for them. Bulma watched her husband sit down at the table and look out the window with longing and sadness in his eyes. " What are you so sad about? Lemme guess; you don't want to go on the space capsule. And you don't have to."
Vegeta spun his head and looked at her. "Yes I have to. It's for my common good." He said. When she came over and wrapped her arms around his neck he squirmed. He brought his hands up and caressed her arms. He still couldn't believe that HE had started a family... That HE had a baby... When HE was evil. If he didn't reach Super Saiyan then he'd be the laughing stock of everybody! "I'll only be gone for three weeks. It's not the end of the world." *Yeah, right. It's not the end of the world, Bulma! I'm just leaving you tonight!* He thought. He almost started crying despite himself, but he told himself to stay strong. If he started to cry then Bulma would know something was going on. All that happened was a single tear sprung to his onyx-colored eye.
Bulma saw it and gently flicked it off with her manicured fingernail. "See? You don't want to go, you're crying about it!" She exclaimed. "Just stay here and be happy for three weeks instead of working your @$$ off!" She walked around to the front of her husband. He was looking at the ground, trying to concentrate and not start bawling like a baby. He knew he was going to miss her more than he'd ever missed his father or home planet. He just sniffled.
Bulma cupped her hand under his chin and tilted his head up. She saw the light reflect off the tears that had shown up in his eyes and felt instantly sorry for him. "Poor baby." She said. Vegeta tried to back out of her grasp, but she grabbed his chin tight and held it. "You're being such a baby. If you don't want to go, then DON'T! I don't see why you can't just stay here and use the G.R!" When she saw Vegeta wasn't listening, she tightened her grip on him and wrenched his head up violently. Vegeta closed his eyes to squeeze back tears of sadness that came rushing to them. "Stop it... Let me go..." He said. He brought his hands up to her hand and started helplessley trying to pry her hand off his face. He felt Bulma's grip soften a little when he started to cry. He hated to cry; he knew he did. But he couldn't help it. He didn't want to leave Bulma or Capsule Corporation. He had needed to cry and cry and cry as hard as he could for the last eight months. Bulma noticed his body start to hitch from sobbing and tears start to squeeze out his eyes. "What? What's wrong?" Bulma asked, starting to chuck him under his chin as if he were some sort of a dog. Vegeta wiped his tears away. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Nothing that's your buisness, anyway." He griped. He was about to jerk his head away, when he felt her grip on his chin tighten AGAIN. He winced as her fingernails dug grooves in his skin. "What are you doing? Release me!" He ordered.
Bulma stroked him at the base of his chin as he cried, looking into her eyes. "You're not going to go if it's the last thing I do." Bulma cooed to him softly, still petting him. "You don't want to go obviously. Look at you! I've never seen you cry so hard in your life!!" Vegeta just stared at her, knowing this was true. It WAS the hardest he'd ever cried in his life. And it was because of a human woman! Her stroking him felt so good that he could wet himself. He sucked in another bout of tears that threatened to spill over his eyelids. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her up into his lap. "Of course I want to go. If I don't go, than I won't become a Super Saiyan." Bulma wrapped her arms around his strong neck and kissed it. "I know, I know." She said. Vegeta cried softly into her shoulder for about 5 more minutes.
That night Bulma and Vegeta were silent as they ate dinner together outside on the balcony with Trunks in his walker. They both knew that as soon as dinner was over than Vegeta would be leaving for that horrible planet. Bulma ate with tears silently streaming down her cheeks, and Vegeta ate with a stony glare on his face. Bulma thought three weeks was far too long to be gone. Vegeta thought FOREVER was far too long to be gone. "Are you exited?" Bulma asked him with a shaky voice. Vegeta stared over at her with the same stony glare. "Yes. Reaching Super Saiyan is something to be happy about." He said. He ripped some meat of a chicken leg. Bulma placed a hand on his forearm.
"Please, Vegeta, let me ask you one more time... Please don't go! Trunks and I are going to miss you so much..."
"ENOUGH! STOP BEGGING ME NOT TO GO! IT'S JUST MAKING IT WORSE FOR THE BOTH OF US!" Bulma recoiled. "Okay, Vegeta. That's all I needed to hear." She said. Then, when Vegeta thought she was perfectly alright, she burst into helpless sobs. "Oh Vegeta, no! I love you! I don't want you to go!" She bawled. Vegeta patted her on the back and then stood up. "Where does your father keep that wretched space ship at? I have to go now." He said. He looked down at his wife, who was sobbing at his boots. "No, No No No! Don't go! Not for three weeks! What about three days?" Bulma asked. Vegeta chuckled and helped her to stand up. "I'll... be back before you know it." He lied. " Now where is it?"
Vegeta's space capsule landed on a planet that he thought to look alright. Of course, the skies were dark and the land was barren, but dealing with that was something he found to be very easy. It reminded him of his old home planet except for without the buildings-- and life. He stepped out of his space ship and grabbed some dust off the ground. When he sniffed it, he found no traces of other life forms walking on the planet. "Nice." He said. His voice was clouded with tears from him crying on the space capsule. He had not cried when he had left, though he watched Bulma out a window the way up until he couldn't see her anymore and she had been crying like a banshee. He had started to silently cry to himself on the ship. He had regained his composure by now, though. He had not brought barely any food; but tons of water. Even though Saiyans ate a lot he figured not eating would make him just stronger in will.
He found that, when he started to power up, it was very exhausting because of his training in those horrible levels of gravity. "You fool!" He cursed himself. He found that talking to himself was a very successful remedy when you were lonely and missing somebody that you really loved. But he had to forget about that; Bulma would be a thing of the past once the androids were tooken down. He would not move in back with her unless he absolutely had to; and even if he DID, he'd act as if they weren't even married. He'd stay in his room and in the G.R. to train. But Bulma's image in his mind brought some more tears springing to his black eyes. Trunks was also causing him to cry. Yes, he hated that baby. But he didn't hate it the way he had dispised it when it'd first came out of Bulma. Now he at least had respect for him. *Maybe I can train him to be strong like me. All I have to do is just GO BACK TO THE WOMAN I LOVE!!* He thought. Then he sniggered. "Yeah right. Never." He told himself coldly as he flew into the air and fired a ki blast at a huge rock formation and shattered it into a thousand pieces. Using the ki blast caused exhaustion that left him panting on the ground. "Oh my goodness... Training at that gravity level for so long sure did do a lot on me!" He said. He growled and flew back up in the air, doing several flips and things, shooting ki blasts into unknown places, and making himself mad so his ki would surge. Kakarott had said that the way to trigger going Super Saiyan was a feeling of rage.
"Why am I even listening to what Kakarott says? I'm a saiyan PRINCE, I shouldn't listen to that low class fool!" He scolded himself. He screamed as he powered up, and began shooting ki blasts as hard as he could in every direction. *I'd better be careful. I only brought a few first aid items so if I get hurt than I might be up shit creek without a freakin' paddle.* He thought. He flipped across the ground, then sprung up and shot a ki blast. He did several cartwheels and flips until he was almost doubled over with fatigue. He wasn't going to stop until he was a Super Saiyan, though. No sleep until then.
Bulma was on her and Vegeta's bed crying. She normally wouldn't have cried so hard considering Vegeta was only to be gone for three weeks but she knew something was up by the way he'd been crying before. He wouldn't cry like that unless he planned on never seeing her again... or at least on not seeing her for a while. But when he'd actually left he'd acted cool as a cucumber.
Trunks was crawling around on the bed and messing up with the sheets. He crawled over to Bulma and laid down his head so he could see her face. "Ma-Ma." He said in a babyish voice. Bulma smiled at her baby. He looked so much like Vegeta to her that she could just pick him up and snuggle him, but she knew a baby his age didn't like that very much. "Yes, that's right. Ma-Ma's sad." She said softly. Trunks thought about this for a moment and then sat up. "Da-Da." He said. He whipped his head around, looking for Vegeta. When he didn't see Vegeta he started to cry. "Da-Da!!" He cried. He was missing Vegeta almost as much as Bulma herself was! It was 2:00 AM and neither her or Trunks had slept; Trunks haden't because Bulma was keeping him awake with her crying. She'd eventually given up and just let him stay awake.
Bulma grabbed her baby and hugged him. "Oh, don't cry! Da-Da will be home in just about three weeks." She said. "But we can still miss him, can't we? We have pictures of him to look at, and home videos of him to watch..." She remembered the home video she had of Vegeta kissing at the camera which she had been holding at the time, videos of him hugging her, kissing her, stripping down to nothing, putting on a condom... She shuddered thinking of that one. He was so handsome! She put Trunks in his crib and, thinking about the home videos with Vegeta in them, went to sleep.
Vegeta was wavering with tiredness as he attempted to continue his kicking and punching exercises. Bulma kept popping big and brightly into his mind, but he'd tell himself that she was ancient history now. Even though the Kais didn't plan on him never seeing her again, and he was lucky that fate would pull them together again after the Cell saga. But we'll get to that part of the deal later.
Vegeta shot a ki blast at the stars, shot a ki blast at the ground, shot a ki blast at everything. He imagined everything to be KAKAROTT, the thing that angered him beyond anything that'd ever angered him before. Soon, he found himself on the ground unable to move from tiredness and from soreness. He was left on his back and gazing at the stars. He started to think about how Bulma would normally be helping him by now by maybe hugging him a little, or kissing him a little... maybe she'd sing to him or stroke his hair... that got him remembering the way it made him feel when she touched him. That strange tingly feeling it caused to run throughout his body and make his rod go erect. And she liked to cook for him even though her cooking was the worst experiance he'd ever had in his whole life. He tried to think about this, but his mind wandered eventually back to the touching. Did she feel that way when HE touched HER? Did she get horny? He giggled and turned his head.
On this planet, there was very high winds and gases that made Vegeta sneeze and cough. It was like a whole planet of allergies and stuff. The wind chilled him to the bone. He found himself wishing that he'd brought a blanket, or at least some warmer clothing than the stupid saiyan armor. He curled himself up into a little ball to resist the horrible cold. *I wish I had brought at LEAST a blanket or something.* He thought. Dust blew into his irratated eyes to where he could hardly see, and he was so cold that his teeth were chattering. " I can take this cold. I'm a saiyan warrior!" He told himself. So, in shambles, he gathered himself to his feet and continued his training.
Four weeks later, Bulma was frantic. "He said he'd be home in three weeks! It's been four weeks!" She bawled. "I miss him!" She was on the couch watching home videos of Vegeta with Trunks, who was saying 'Da-Da.' On the video she was watching Vegeta was showing off by flipping in the sky and other things. He was coming up and kissing into the camera every once in a while. She could hear herself saying, "DON'T DO THAT! YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF!" as he divebombed the ground. She had been binge eating the whole month he'd been gone. "My Vegeta left me here... Maybe he's hurt!!" When that came into her mind, her heart started beating faster. "He's hurt!" She cried. Trunks looked up into his mommy's face. "Da-Da?" He said. Bulma scooped Trunks up and ran outside, to where her father was working on a project. "Daddy! What if Vegeta's hurt up there in space?" She bawled.
Her father looked up from his project. "Vegeta's not hurt. If he had gotten hurt, then he would have sheltered himself in the space capsule until he was healed. You know him." He said. Trunks tried to break his way out of Bulma's grasp so he could play in the yard but she held on to him really tight. "What if his space capsule was destroyed by a meteor shower of some sort, Dad? What if he's dead?" She broke out into harder tears. Her husband whom she loved over anyone or anything COULDN'T be dead! It was impossible! But something lightly told her inside of her that Vegeta was still alive, and that one day he'd come back and she'd get to see him. But Vegeta's plans were totally different.
Vegeta was eating one of his sandwiches, the first sandwich he'd had since he'd landed on the planet. His stomach had been doing circus leaps from not eating anything. He'd went through one whole month without any results! Sometimes he'd get really mad, and he'd feel his power begin to surge as if he were going to transform... and then it would just slip away and leave him exhausted for a while. He figured that if maybe he ate a little sandwich it would clear all of that up.
*Okay Vegeta. Two more months until the androids come. You can go Super Saiyan in just two months.* His mind raved. Vegeta smirked a little. He could do it in less. This got him wondering if Super Saiyan would be enough to beat the androids in. He knew Kakarott certainly wouldn't be strong enough to beat the androids... or at least he hoped. He hoped something dreadful would befall Goku, something horrible, so that he wouldn't have to fight and Vegeta could take all the glory. Little did he know that his wish would come true.
Vegeta got up and shot a ki blast at one of the moons on the huge planet, shattering it. Then he flipped around and did cartwheels and shot ki blasts and made trash of things. He flew up into the air and made a blue aura and started powering up. "*Groan*HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, his power ever rising. He clenched his teeth and strained, and his power still sky-rocketed. "Yes! This is it!" He yelled to himself. But, as he was powering up, he felt his power begin to slip away. "No! Come back!" He howled. But his power level decreased as fatigue snuck its way in on him. Why did things have to be so hard? Why couldn't he just be able to go Super Saiyan as easy as he wanted to? Soon all of the power he'd gathered inside of him had vanished, and he was left a broken man on the ground of the planet, with almost no energy and so much rage inside of him that he felt like blowing up the entire planet. "I hate this!" He shouted. For a breif second, a feeling that passed throughout his body calmed him. A relaxing feeling, a feeling that told him everything was all right. But no sooner had the feeling came that it was gone. "Kakarott can do it! So I can do it!" He cursed. He threw a small fit on the ground. "I'm a saiyan prince! I can become a Super Saiyan!" He powered up and made the aura make its way around his body.
"AND I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THAT LOUSY WOMAN AND THAT STUPID BABY!!"
He clenched his fists so hard that the nails dug into his palms and screamed even louder, the aura around him getting bigger and bigger. He thought about his hatred for Kakarott and how he'd discraced himself by falling in love with the human woman to make himself even angrier. His screams got so loud that his throat was being ripped raw. But, you know Vegeta. He just kept powering up until he only had enough energy left to keep him alive, and then he fainted on the ground. He stayed fainted for several hours before he woke up.
When he did wake up, his every muscle screamed when he tried to sit up and his head was pounding ninety miles a minute. But he was still thinking of becoming a Super Saiyan, how close he'd gotten, and how much he hated Kakarott. And the fact that the androids were coming in just two months. "Okay. Time to try again." Vegeta said. He started the warming up process by doing a couple flips and tricks, and shooting ki blasts at rocks and making craters. And as he was doing this, Bulma never popped once into his mind. In the past month, he had been forgetting about his feelings for her. He still thought about her time to time, but, he was forgetting that he loved her. When he thought about her tears did not come to his eyes even once. All the hate and rancor that had existed before he'd met Bulma were flowing back, and he was starting to be afflicted. He needed Bulma to make him strong, and without her he fell. But Bulma was still thinking about him through everything she did. When she was making the bed, Vegeta was in her heart. And when she was washing the dishes or giving Trunks a bath, Vegeta was right there with her. She'd grown exited for the day the androids came, so that she could see Vegeta again. She knew he'd never miss a fight like that as long as he lived. She'd run up to him, and hug him, and then they'd both kiss and go back home to have sex. But she was wrong, for she didn't know about the emotional change Vegeta would go through in space, and though he was still her husband and still held respect for her, his care and love were beginning to be pushed to the back of his mind as becoming a Super Saiyan quickly started replacing them. It was all he could think about.
"I can't wait two months! Can you, Trunks?" Bulma asked her baby. Trunks looked at Bulma and clapped. Bulma was waiting until the androids came because she knew that Vegeta wouldn't miss the fight with the androids because of how incredibly selfish he could be. He would want all the glory of defeating them, therefore he wanted to be there. She would be there when he arrived, too. Then she'd run up to him and smother him with kisses...
"But I wonder if he'll be Okay in the fight with them. I mean, they are supposed to be even stronger than Goku... and Vegeta's weaker than Goku! I just hope he keeps his smarts and knows when to ask for help!" She frowned when she said this. Vegeta? Ask for help? That would be the day. Vegeta hated asking for help more than anything he'd ever hated. Everytime she'd asked him before if he'd needed help, he'd bluntly refuse. But this time, it'd be a life and death matter if he needed help. She was so worried, for that kid from the future had said that everyone died from the androids... even VEGETA! Bulma didn't think she could live in a world without Vegeta. Before, with Yamcha, her life had been so empty. She knew it was missing something but she hadn't known what. Vegeta had helped her make it perfectly obvious.
She had needed love, and Yamcha wasn't giving her that. Vegeta had given it to her that one night he'd lost his virginity to her. She knew that he loved her back, and she loved him soo much... But it was so hard to believe she loved Vegeta. A man that had threatened to kill her when he first saw her, a man that was a complete jerk. But she loved him.
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Sorry that this chapter was a little bit short, but it got boring writing it because when Vegeta got on the planet there wasn't really anything for him to do. In the next chapter, as I said, the androids 19 and 20 come. oh, and Vegeta WILL move back in with Bulma at the end of the Cell saga. Just thought you needed to know that.
