12/9/03

Chapter the twenty-fifth

+ Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked
materials in this fanfiction.

**********There will be a fight in this chapter. If you don't want to read fights, I'll work something out with you. I'll put a ****** when the unimportant part of a fight begins. When the fight ends or something important is about to happen, I'll put a ^^^^^^. That means start reading again. Ok, enjoy!

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It was the night before the Cell Games, and Vegeta was laying in bed all covered up in the sheets in the middle of the night. Bulma LOOKED like she was sleeping next to him, but she really wasn't. She was staying awake because she knew that HE was awake. But she hadn't told him she was awake yet. She wanted to hear him talk to himself a little bit longer.
"I could really do with . . . a refresher." Vegeta said outloud. "Something to take my mind off this horrid fear of Cell!" He was about to throw a tantrum when Bulma raised her head. "What are you whining about, sweetums? Go to sleep! I've been awake all night listening to your jibber jabber!" Vegeta whipped his head towards Bulma, the woman he loved. "Nothing." He said, Then he added a quick 'shut up' to the end of this short sentence. Bulma placed a hand on his chest. "I really wish you'd stop being so rude. I'm just trying to help." She said, then slid her hand down to his stomach, where Vegeta immedeantly knew what she was heading for.

"Stop." He said, whipping her hand off. Bulma pouted. "Aww . . . We both can't sleep so whadda you say?" She asked. "Come on, you know you want it!"

She saw her husband smirk just a little bit at her proposition. "In a little bit. This is an offer I can't refuse." He said, pulling her body which was only in a bra and underwear on top of him. Bulma smiled and kissed his lips passionately. "Ok. But what are we going to do in this 'little bit?' sit here and think?" She asked, laying her head down on his muscular chest. Vegeta's musky, but beautiful scent filled her nose. How she loved the way men smelled! (Except for Yamcha, he smelled kind of like an antique store smells inside.) Vegeta stroked her aqua hair. "I need to think about tomorrow for a minute. I still haven't gotten over my fear; what if I take a turn for the worst? What if I fight Cell, and I get hurt?" He asked. He stopped shortly when he felt Bulma run her lips over his pectoral muscles. "Shhh . . . sh sh sh . . ." She said, placing a finger on his lips. "Be quiet before you get yourself thinking about it again. I don't want you to be worried you know."

Vegeta smirked a little bit. He liked it when she started to act naughty like this, because then he could act naughty right back at her. He liked to act naughty. "Why don't you go over there and put on one of your little longeries? I could watch you put it on . . ." He said. Bulma smiled. "It'll be easier to get to me without." She said. Vegeta nodded and hugged her so tight that he thought her lungs would collapse in his arms. He loved to have her with him in this time where he was so stressed . . . she seemed to make everything better. "Geez, Vegeta!" Bulma gasped. "You sure do hug hard!" Vegeta nodded, then flipped them over to where HE was on top of HER. "I like it so much better whenever I'M in control." He stated, then bent down to kiss her. Bulma had different plans, though. "Nuh-uh-uh!" She said, pushing his cheeks up. Veggie fought her hands. "Let go of me!" He shouted, halfway in rage. Bulma obeyed, and he leaned down and finished his kiss.
This kiss turned into a make out session. Bulma thought she'd get lucky and it'd get somewhere fast but it didn't. Vegeta broke away and layed his head on her chest. "Help me go to sleep." He mumbled, rubbing his cheek against her almost bare chest. Bulma smiled and patted his back. "Poor Vegeta. All TEN of the psyciatrists we visited were quacks, and now he can't sleep."

Vegeta sighed. "I know." He said. "But somehow I'm not surprised. I hate doctors." Bulma ran her hands up and down his sides, hoping it'd get him in the mood. "I know you do. But it was the only way we could help you. The only person I know who could help you, you hate."

"Kaka-"

"Mm-Hm."

Vegeta shut up for a minute. "You know, that baby of yours hasn't squawked all night." He said. Bulma looked at him funny. "MY baby? It's your baby too! And you'd better be glad that it hasn't squawked; or we wouldn't be having this moment right now. I've got to check my babies' needs, you know. And why are you changing the subject, hm? You do that a lot when it comes to Goku."
Vegeta turned his head away and rolled off of her, to where he was laying next to her. Bulma rolled back on top of him. "Yay." She said. She started to kiss his neck sexually. Vegeta smiled. "I only let you on top because I was tired of having to almost crush you." He said. Bulma started to kiss down his bare chest, and Vegeta sat back and enjoyed it. "Let me . . ." He said, grabbing her head and pushing her lips to his. He kissed them hard and lustfully, until they both ran out of breath. When they had to pull away Bulma was in bliss. "You've never kissed me that hard before . . ." She said, snuggling her head in under his chin. Her soft hair tickled Vegeta beneath his chin, causing his eyes to water. He ignored the feeling and got back to what Bulma had said . . . He'd never kissed her that hard before. He was sure he'd kissed her pretty hard, but . . . That was sad. He could kiss much harder than he'd just kissed her.

"I've never kissed you that hard before?" He asked, kind of a mean tone to his deep-throated voice. Bulma nodded. "Nope. Never." She said. Vegeta grabbed her head and kissed her even harder. "There. Now I've kissed you that hard before." He said. He hugged her then, while she kissed his chest. He'd never loved her so much in his life. He'd just left her for three months, and was reunited only about eleven days ago. Not even two weeks. Now, he had to go away possibly forever if he died! It was horrible! So thinking this, Vegeta hugged her even tighter, even though in his right mind he never would have. 'Saiyan Pride' didn't permit compassion. But he felt very sorry for Bulma.

Vegeta realized that tonight their kissing and embracing was much more different than usual. Usually, she'd like to tease him and tickle him, instead of being serious like she was tonight. It was like she realized that Vegeta may never come home from the Cell Games. And she probably did, but . . . Why would she care? After all, he had left her for three months . . .
Right as Vegeta was reflecting that it was maybe because she loved him so much, he felt her fingering the band of his breifs. "Let's make sparks." She said plainly. Veggie smiled and wiggled beneath her cold little fingers. "All right. As long as you don't make me sore. I have to fight tomorrow, you know." He explained, as she slipped her hands into the conveineint slit men have in their briefs to go tinkle through.

At the same time she was fiddling with Vegeta's underwear he was fiddling with her bra. Her fingers danced across his scrotum and rod, making him groan with pleasure. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, his fingers moving so that he couldn't properly undo her bra. He accidently ripped her bra off but it was all good, for at least it was off. And now for her underwear.
Bulma's teasing fingers made it almost impossible for him to get her underwear off. And when he did, and almost had his fingers inside her, She put her head between his legs and envoloped her mouth around his rod, feeling it go even more erect.She slid her tounge around it, on it, feeling her husband's muscles tense tighter and tighter, feeling his hips rock faster and faster.She felt his beautiful hands caress her breasts, but it was impossible for him to reach her hot spot. Bulma slid his rod out of her mouth and pounced on his neck, kissing and slobbering all over it. Vegeta slid his hands down her body and stuck his fingers inside of her.
For a moment Bulma was stunned; and then her body began spassaming and jerking, and she was groaning helplessly. Finally Vegeta had her tackled. She kissed his lips as hard as she could. "I love you . . ." She said, and Vegeta inturrupted her with a groan when she forced him inside of her. Vegeta's hips rocked faster then they were before, taking her in.Her hips banged together with his in a rhythmic manner.

"Vegeta . . . I hope this never ends . . ." Bulma groaned towards the end. But, of course, it did, and then our hero and his wife were left exhausted in bed, but loving eachother just the same.
"Oh, Vegeta, I don't want you to leave tomorrow." Bulma said. "It'll be too dangerous. You could DIE."
Vegeta snuggled his head into her to reassure her. "It's Okay. I'm quite sure that I'll be fine." He said. Bulma smiled and ruffled his hair. "Yeah right. You know that you're scared to death, Mr. chicken." Vegeta growled a little bit and turned his head.

"I know how scared I am. But I also know how foolish my fears are and how I'll never submit to anything if I don't stop being scared. See, a proper Saiyan hates being scared. And I'm a proper saiyan. The PRINCE of the saiyans."
Bulma had heard him speak these lines so much that she just ignored them. She was more scared about tomorrow. Vegeta was very strong, it was true, but . . . He wasn't near as strong as he thought he was. He may have been stronger than Kakarott when he went Super Saiyan, But . . . Now that Goku was better Bulma doubted that. She knew that Vegeta would always be second best in the strength feild, but first best in the looks department.

"If you think your fears are so foolish, then how come you're scared? If you were a proper saiyan, couldn't you just excuse your stupid fears? Couldn't you live without them? You see, Saiyans are no better than humans. They may be stronger, yes, they may be clairvoyant, AND telekinetic, but besides that, they'r JUST LIKE HUMANS. Same emotions and everything, so I don't know what this 'Saiyan Pride' crap is." Bulma said, with a tinge of meanness in her voice. This made Vegeta furious.
"I'll have you know that Saiyans are nothing LIKE humans! We may look like them, but we're way different in instincts . . . Do Humans have tails when they're born? Can humans hear things as far as 50 miles away? Can humans SMELL things that only a dog could smell? Can humans SEE-"
"Oh, I get it. So saiyans are like animals, not humans. Big whoop."
"WE'RE NOT ANIMALS!" Bulma giggled. There were times when she enjoyed irritating the piss out of her husband, and those times were most of the time. She knew that her and Vegeta were very different, but she enjoyed playing like she didn't. But she felt that if Vegeta could be scared of Cell like this than Saiyans had to be very similar to humans in not just that way.

"Okay. I know you're not an animal." Bulma said. "I was just playing. Now, But, how are you going to bring up the guts to fight Cell tomorrow if you're so scared?" Vegeta just crossed his arms and turned his head, then stood up. "I'm not listening to your dribble a minute more. I shouldn't have to. I'm leaving this room." He started to stomp out of the room. He secretly hoped Bulma would try and stop him, and his prayers were answered. Bulma ran up and grabbed him around the waist.
"Sorry I'm so annoying. Let's just lay down and try to get some sleep, Okay? Tomorrow we can argue before the Cell Games. Right now it's time for bed."

Vegeta slowly followed Bulma back into their bedroom; but he was not at all happy about it. He was still thinking about Cell, and how He'd almost claimed his life just a couple of days before this one . . . Not even in this form.

The next morning Vegeta was hesitant to get up and get dressed, and fly to the Cell Games arena. When he got there, Everyone was crowded around the arena-- except Cell himself. Vegeta landed with his arms crossed.
"Well look who's here." Yamcha griped. "Mr. Uptight." Vegeta chuckled, then smirked. He walked up to Yamcha and grabbed him by the collar of the shirt. He didn't say anything; he just stared into his eyes with balled up rage inside. Then, he spit in the homely man's face. After his business was done, he dropped him and walked over a distance from Piccolo.
"Gross, man!" Yamcha shouted. Vegeta just smirked.

A bit later, Cell still hadn't made his appearance to the arena. But Future Trunks had. He flew down by Vegeta and stood by him.
"Look, Dad, I know that you, Mom and Goku had a tramatizing event not too long ago with Cell. And I know you've been scared of him because of this. And I wanted to know-"
"WHO TOLD YOU I WAS SCARED?! WHO WAS IT!?" Everyone turned around and looked at the Father and Son, Vegeta now in Trunks's face. They just ignored the crowd. "WHO TOLD YOU, HUH? WAS IT KAKAROTT? OR THAT WEASAL YAMCHA?!" Yamcha flinched a little at this name. He walked up to Vegeta to back up Trunks. "Hey, Vegeta, Leave Trunks alone! He was just trying to ask if you were going to be all right! He's been nothing but good to you, and all you give him is disrespect!" This earned Yamcha a sock in the face as Vegeta continued to yell at Trunks.
"TELL ME WHO TOLD YOU! I'LL KILL THAT LIAR!" He shouted. But when Trunks told him, Vegeta didn't want to kill that person anymore.
"It was Mom." Vegeta was silent for a minute. *Bulma. Bulma, that double-crossing heifer. How could she?* He thought. * How could she have told him? Trunks is nothing to us, nobody she needs to blurt our secrets out to.*
But then it occured to Vegeta that Trunks was their SON, and he should be as trusting to Trunks as Bulma had always been. But, of course, he was too vein and proud to submit to Trunks, so he just backed off and let Trunks wonder over to talk to Goku and Krillin. Krillin was going into mental breakdowns because of what happened to #18, and was wanting to kill Cell more than anyone would. Vegeta smirked. Finally the human was getting some sense into him! Back when Vegeta had teamed up with Krillin and Gohan a long time ago to beat Freeza, Krillin had shown to be a coward. Now he had some spirit into him.

"When will that bastard show up?" Vegeta griped. "We don't have all day!" He was almost shitting himself in worry about what might happen to him this day. Would he live to tell Bulma about it? Well, he didn't have to, because she'd be watching him on the T.V and rooting for him, beleiving in him. And that was really all that Vegeta needed, was Bulma cheering him on. As long as he held that image inside his head he could do anything.
Just as Vegeta was griping that Cell the bastard wouldn't show up, as a matter of fact he DID, dropping down in front of everybody in the big middle, putting a crack in his own arena. Vegeta felt urine try to dribble out of his rod, but he held it in. Cell was scary to him, sort of like a monster in one of those nursery rhymes a mother says to her children to get them to behave. Like, let's say, The Boogeyman? Vegeta had never been afraid of the Boogeyman, but he'd heard Bulma say the rhyme a thousand times before to Trunks in anger. It went something about a monster coming into a little kids room and killing him in an evil way. Vegeta remembered it something like this:
Please don't let me fall asleep,
The Boogeyman, he will creep
Through my window in my room
And stab me with a broken broom. Vegeta shuddered. But he knew that Cell was NOT the Boogeyman, and he himself was not a child as he once been, laying in bed and wide awake, listening for the closet door creeping open and announcing his death, and screaming for help when he imagined something had his foot.
So, Vegeta did what he would normally do in this situation . . . He clenched his fists and stepped towards Cell.

"I'll be the first to fight you, Cell."

All was silent for a moment, until Goku moved forward to announce how stupid he was being. "Vegeta, NO! Cell is much stronger than you are! He's stronger than ME! You can't do this! You-"
Vegeta stomped a foot to tell him to be quiet. "Oh, SHUT UP! You know yourself that I was stronger than you in Super Saiyan, so just shut up! I CAN beat Cell, because I'm better and stronger than all of you! I have nothing holding me back from beating this monster!"

He then heard Yamcha laugh. "Nothing holding you back? Goku told me that when you were trapped in that cave, something was definintly holding you back! You got the piss beaten out of you! You can't possibly beat Cell--" With one swing of Vegeta's hand, Yamcha went flying through the air and hit the ground with a *THUD*.
"You should learn to be quiet when the time is proper." Vegeta said, then turned back towards Cell. He smirked and went into a Super Saiyan. "Scared Yet?" He asked. His voice wavered just a second. Cell laughed. "Am I scared? I think the question is, are YOU? I heard that little tremble in your voice there." Vegeta gulped. "Uh . . . I DID NOT WAVER!" He screamed, and then launched himself at Cell.******
He swiped a punch at the hideous monster with all the energy he had in his body. He socked him across his left cheek-- But Cell didn't move his face. The punch hadn't even phased him! Cell grabbed Vegeta by the neck and started to strangle him. Not 5 seconds into the fight, Vegeta was already being strangled to death!!
Vegeta kicked Cell in the stomach, causing him to let go of Vegeta's throat. Vegeta then booted Cell in the chest, making him fly backwards.When Vegeta came back over to get Cell again, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He stopped immedeantly and doubled over with the pain of what had just happened to him. He felt the blood spread across his back.
"What . . . Happened . . ." He half asked himself and half asked one of the other pitiful Z-Warriors.
"HIS TAIL! HE STUCK HIS TAIL IN YOU!" He heard Piccolo scream. Vegeta couldn't turn his head around to see but he knew it was true. It was the same pain he'd felt when Cell had sucked his energy. Even though Cell didn't have much of a tail anymore it still hurt.

Vegeta knew before his pride clouded his mind that he needed help fast by the looks of this fight. The pain that had settled where Cell's tail was embedded started to spread throughout his back and paralyze him. The weak feeling washed over him again. *This is why people get scared. It's a feeling of DREAD, you KNOWING something bad is going to happen. Well here it is. The bad thing that my mind has been dreading. Getting all my energy sucked out by a mutated bug.* The funny thing was that Vegeta was starting to BELIEVE his twisted thoughts.
*Help. I need help fast!* His mind croaked as the pain burned harder and the weakness grew ever stronger. He was now crouched on his hands and knees while the monster sucked away at his energy like it was The Last Dinner. He tried to bring his hands up and grab the painful thing out of his back, but the strength caused his arms to grow weak. When he tried to support himself with them, he collapsed. *I can't get help it's against my pride!!* He thought. But he knew that back at home, Bulma thought otherwise.^^^^^^^^^

"Vegeta! Oh my god! GOKU, GOHAN, PICOLLO, ONE OF YOU IDIOTS, HELP HIM!" Bulma yelled helplessly at the T.V. "HELP HIM, YOU HEAR ME? WHO CARES IF HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE HELPED?! WHO CARES?! IT'LL SAVE HIS LIFE!" She then broke into hysterical sobs in front of the T.V set.
"There, There, Dear, I'm sure that Vegeta will be Okay." Mrs. Breifs said, patting her daughter on the back. Bulma rudely grabbed her mothers hand off of her back. "NO HE WON'T! HE'S SO DUMB, WHY WON'T HE GET HELP! ARRRGGHHH! WE SPENT THAT WONDERFUL NIGHT TOGETHER LAST NIGHT, AND NOW WHAT IS HE DOING? GETTING HIMSELF KILLED? I WON'T LET LAST NIGHT BE THE LAST TIME I'VE EVER HAD EIGHT CLIMAXES ON ONE GO!!" She punched the couch and chewed up the pillows.
"T.M.I, Bulma." Dr.Breifs said. "And, you're going to wake up-"

"WHO GIVES A SHIT IF I WAKE UP THE BABY? VEGETA'S GOING TO DIE! HIS ENERGY IS BEING SUCKED AS WE SPEAK! HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT! WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE JUST BACKED OFF AND LET GOKU DO IT! IF HE EVER COMES HOME I'LL CHEW HIM OUT!"

Now, Bulma started crying too hard to scream anymore. She was in a rush of emotion; Anger and sadness, mixed with hatred for Cell. Her poor Vegeta! She punched the couch somemore. "Maybe I should come out there . . ." She thought outloud. When this idea crossed her mind, Bulma grabbed her baby and headed out the door. "Bulma, don't you even think about it!" Mrs. Breifs shouted, but it was too late. Bulma was headstrong and impossible, just like Vegeta.

Now, Vegeta was so weak that he could barely move. Goku had tried to help him a couple of times, but you know Vegeta. He wouldn't let anyone help him, not even Trunks. But Trunks really didn't care what Vegeta thought anymore. "DAD!!" He screamed, and launched himself at Cell. "No!" Vegeta weakly exclaimed. *I don't want Trunks to die is that why I don't want his help is that it?* He thought, as Trunks punched Cell.
Vegeta felt the needle-like thing pop out of his back. Sticky blood was caked all over the ground where he had lain, and all over his body. "Son . . ." He said. Goku ran up to Vegeta. "Vegeta, Are you all right?" He asked. "Sorry I didn't help, but I knew that I probably couldn't because Cell is so strong--"

"SHUT UP!"

Goku obediantly shut up, but he didn't go away. He watched Vegeta, weak and trembling, on the ground for a second. "Are you sure you don't need some help NOW?" He asked, bending down to help him. Vegeta slapped at Goku. "Go away, Kakarott! I don't need your sympa . . . thy . . ." Vegeta blacked out just about the time he finished saying that. Goku picked him up and carried him back over to the others, where he layed him down.
But he didn't hear, that the last words before Vegeta's total unconciousness were Trunks.

Bulma came up in her flying machine about that time and saw her husband sprawled out on the ground, his chest moving slowly. He was covered in blood. "Vegeta!" She shouted, jumping out of her flying machine and running towards Vegeta. She spilled Trunks in Yamcha's arms while she bent down and grabbed Vegeta. "Vegeta, speak to me." She said. She shook him a little bit. "TALK!" She yelled. His eyes were fluttering; but he wasn't talking.
Bulma hugged him to her chest as she cried. "Say something. Anything. Say something, I don't care if it's the meanest words that will ever come out of your mouth!!" She said. She hugged him once more. *He won't say anything. In any second his eyes will roll up in his head and he'll start making that weird noise, that 'Guuuhh' noise, kind of like the kid in Pet Sematary, and-*
"T-Trunks . . ." She heard Vegeta's sweet voice murmer. She turned her glance down to him. "Honey?! Was that you?" She asked. She saw the slightest nod of Vegeta's head. "Yes. It was me." He grumbled. "But . . . WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET BACK HOME NOW! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE CELL GAMES, IT'S FOR STRONG PEOPLE! GO BACK HOME BEFORE YOU GET KILLED!" After he realized the looks on the other's faces, he added "It's not like I CARE if you die, though."
Bulma looked up at Cell and saw Trunks fighting him. "Yay! Go Trunks!" She said. "Was he the one who saved you?"
Vegeta gave a grief nod. "I told you we had a good son!" She said. She hugged her husband up tight in her arms and then released him. "Here you go." She said, handing a bag of Senzu beans to Krillin. "Give one to Veggie. Make sure he's all right before you let him fight again. And watch out for Trunks!" She said, grabbing Baby Trunks. Vegeta was a little bit sad to see her leave. She cared so much for him, coming all the way out into the Cell Games just to make sure he was all right. She was really and truly in love with him, even more in love than she had been when she first realized it. He still remembered her words: *Vegeta . . . I love you. I just now realized it.
Vegeta didn't remember what his exact feelings had been at that point. But he did remember one instinct feeling he'd had during their first sex ever, a feeling that felt like a pleasant warmth inside of his body. A feeling like love. He'd love Bulma before he'd even realized it, and he needed to make it known to her. He needed to show the woman how much he cared before it was too late, before she was destroyed by Cell. And he knew Cell wouldn't take her away from him. Cell wouldn't. He wouldn't get away with scaring her anymore, or making her frightened, or trapping her in caves. Little did he know that he didn't have to worry about Bulma's future anymore, for Cell's death date was just two hours later.

****READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE JUST IN CASE YOU DON'T ALREADY READ THEM, AND I MIND YOU THAT THEY'RE USUALLY VERY IMPORTANT SO YOU SHOULD START TO READ THEM!!^_^*****

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I think this is the shortest time it's ever taken me to write a chapter, but I enjoyed writing this one! Next Chapter, you see Vegeta's REAL reaction to Cell after he kills Trunks. And here's a hint: Vegeta only knows of Cell's death by feeling and not seeing it happen, for he'll not be on the scene when Cell kills Goku and makes Gohan really mad. I think Cell will die at the very end of the next chapter, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to fit it in. I know my writing may be getting a bit slow now, but as soon as Cell's dead we can head into the seven years between the Cell saga and the Buu saga.
Now, I'm debating on whether to do the Majin Vegeta thing or not. If I make Vegeta become a Majin, I'll make it more dramatic, like Vegeta becomes a Majin because he doesn't want to love Bulma or Trunks anymore, and Bulma will be watching it happen, and crying, thinking:"What's happening? Why doesn't he fight it? I know he can!!" and it'll be all dramatic. It might sound good to someone who watches As The World Turns, LOL! + I'll try to make his death be so sad it makes you cry, because I LOVE
a good sad tragedy every once in a while!! (WHOOO Titanic!) If you don't
think these ideas sound good, than please tell me what you'd like to
happen in the story. Maybe I could work something out even better!!

luv always, luvssaintbernards!

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