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Some citrus in this one, folks! You have been warned!
Over, over, everything is over! The Androids have been taken care of and Cell is dead. But, then again, so is Son-Kun. Poor ChiChi, she's a mess, and I am not doing that great either.
My future son is due to leave tomorrow, I am really going to miss him. We talked for hours about the future, and I was shocked to find out that my other self never married. Trunks claims that she loved Vegeta too much, and that she survived his death only because there was baby Trunks to be looked after.
Speaking of the devil ... I was quite surprised to see him returning for the fight. But, then again, he is a Saiyan, I guess that he wouldn't miss a chance to slain, even if that meant he would be helping us, the mudball inhabitants. We haven't spoken a word since his return.
That bastard ! I knew that we (that is me and my son ) meant nothing to him, but letting us die like that ! "They are not important", he said. I guess we are not to him.
Mirai Trunks seems to have grown fond of his father, and surprisingly, Vegeta appears to like him too ( as much as he can like somebody ! ). I was told about Vegeta's reaction, when Trunks died, but I still have some problems believing it. Getting angry when your son dies is a normal reaction, but the prince is anything, but normal!
That night in the living room, I overheard a discussion that made my blood go colder that ever.
"Father, I still don't understand why you didn't save mother and myself! You know that they would have died in the crush!"
"You are a Saiyan. You would have survived." Cold and detached as ever.
At that point, I completely forgot about where I was going. I felt my knees go week, and it's a wonder I made it to the Nursery.
My baby slept peacefully, happily unaware of everything surrounding him, and, despite my trying to be strong, I couldn't help myself from bursting into tears.
"You would have survived!" kept on playing in my head. So it is me that Vegeta doesn't give a damn about! He always told me that, but, I guess I always secretly hoped that he would have some feelings for me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting love or anything..but at least I hoped he would have a minimal consideration for the mother of his child.
That day, I finally moved on. I thought I had done it a long time ago, but seeing my baby I understood that the long road laying in front of us had to be walked upon alone. The pain I felt that day helped me realise another thing: I had been in love with Vegeta, without even knowing it. Then, I hated him passionately. Now, I simply don't care. I just want him to go, and never come back.
The following night, I went to his room. Only once or twice had I been there before, to fetch him lunch, when he was recovering form the GR accident. He was in there, I knew that for sure, cause I had been watching all evening for the GR to shut down.
Knock, knock.
"What is it ?"
Strange, his voice seems so tired, I thought to myself detachedly. Truth be told, ever since the battle, his training was harder that ever, but, despite the fact that I only saw him in the distance, there was an air of resignation looming upon him. He was dressed in his usual outfit, blue spandex, gold-tipped boots and white gloves.
Tact had been proven to be inefficient, so I opened the door and let myself in. He had his back on me, looking on the window.
"What do you want, woman ?"
That would have made me as angry as hell some time ago...now I barely registered it, with a sort of mild amusement. It was like in a movie, I could almost see myself as from the exterior. And I was damn pleased with myself: no trembling in the voice, cold eyes, confident stature. Oh, yes, Vegeta, I learned your lesson well.
" I brought you this !" and I extended my hand, as he turn around to face me, looking at the capsule in my hand.
An eyebrow raised slightly.
"It is an improved GR, which is also a better space ship. I assume you would be leaving soon."
'As soon as possible, I want you out!' my mind screamed at him.
"No."
"No ? What the hell do you mean no ?" my temper got the best of me.
I slapped myself mentally, as I remember that my last encounter with Vegeta brought me to a hospital bed. I was still afraid of being physical hurt, and now, more than ever, he could do it without having to answer to anybody. Goku was dead, poor Gohan was devastated, my son had returned to his home in the future some hours before, and the rest of the fighters weren't strong enough.
Fortunately, he just crossed his arms and glared at me.
" I am not leaving."
"Oookkkkeyyy ! Then I'll give you a house capsule, so you could settle somewhere you like, in a forest or something." On another planet would have been perfect, but it seemed I'd have to settle with just thousands of miles. Still, that was better than nothing.
" Woman, I forgot just how stupid you were! I am not leaving this compound" he said in his low tone, walking towards me.
I held my ground, and felt very proud of myself because of it. My confidence, however, went down the drain, when the meaning of his words sunk in.
" Vegeta, you are not welcomed here. Nobody wants you, so just leave!" my voice was surprisingly calm.
We were now face to face, bodies almost touching, noses inches apart. His body emanated heat, I could feel it through our clothes, and my analytical mind wondered if it was because of his special metabolism.
"Tell me, why do you want me so much to leave?" he demanded in a dark voice.
"Why would I want you to stay ? You are anything but a nuisance. You only sleep, and eat, and waist my time and my father's with your stupid GR. We have only provided you because of the androids, now that the threat is over, you are no good to us. Leave, go bother somebody else!" Oh, yes, I learned his lesson very good !
He seemed slightly unfazed, but recovered so quickly that I almost thought it had been just an optic illusion.
"Tell me," this time he whispered, uncrossing his arms "do you care for me? This is why you slept with me?"
"Huh ?" When did Vegeta turn Mister Kiss-and-Hug ? " I do not care for you. Your first assumptions as to the reason why I slept with you are correct. I feel nothing, but indifference concerning you !"
"Then," he smirked " if I am indifferent to you, why are you so upset with my staying here ?"
" I am not !" I protested. "It's just .."
My words were cut off, as he came behind me and started drawing small circles on my back. What the hell was he doing, the bastard? Don't tell me that after all he's done to me, now he wants a quick roll in the hay! The arrogance!
I tried to turn around, but suddenly he got closer to me and warped an arm around my waist, his lips touching lightly my neck. That was just too much!
"Fuck off, Vegeta !" I hissed, trying to free myself from his grip.
His other hand moved to one of my breast, and my attempts to escape amplified as I felt his erection against my buttocks.
"Let me go, dammit !" I screamed. Other times, I would have given in easily. I still remembered vividly our first and only night together, and, although Vegeta had only been interested in satisfying himself, my orgasm proved that he knew all too well what he was doing. But so many things had changed since there ! How could I sleep with a man that called me a whore, although he was my first and only lover? Maybe I was a little into masochism, but sex with somebody that hit me was unacceptable!
What did he think I was?
"Vegata, stop it now. Let me go ! I want nothing from you! I need nothing from you! Have you got no pride whatsoever? Sleeping with somebody that doesn't want you - even you couldn't sink so low!"
During my tirade, the hand around my waist moved lower, slipping under my jeans and heading towards the juncture of my legs.
A low rumble that made his chest vibrate answered my questions and demands. Both of my hands went to his wrist, trying desperately to stop his descent, and closing my legs tightly at the same time. Or, should I say tried to. One of his knees parted mine from behind, opening my legs in the progress.
"Woman, I killed hundreds of races, and destroyed so many civilisations... Do you think that having an unwilling partner would stop me from getting what I wanted? It was my pride which demanded that I got what I wished for."
His husky voice whispering in my ear held me in a trance and I failed to register his hand finally reaching its destination. I did feel, however two of his still gloved fingers, sliding into me and without even realising what I was doing, I arched my back, bucking against his hand, as my head fell on his shoulder.
"No, no, no... stop ." I manage to whisper, before loosing completely my ability to speak.
As if it wasn't enough, his thumb started rubbing hard my clitoris, as he kept on nibbling on my neck. The hand on my breast had sneaked under my shirt and had now direct contact with the skin. That was a bad situation. I had stopped a little time ago to breast-feed my son, correction, our son and my breasts were still hyper-sensitive.
I vaguely remember hearing a chuckle, as my knees refused to support me and I had to rely on Vegeta. The friction was so intense, that I could no longer hold back, and I let myself be led by the wonderful sensations.
It was a moment of weakness, I admit... but I was a grown woman, and I had needs of my own.
The orgasm came crushing down on me, and I was aware of somebody moaning deeply. Later I realised it was I. As the last waves of orgasm left, my ragged breath started to calm down, and I came to my senses. I turned my head to watch him, preparing myself for the worse: mockery, laughter, irony and insults.
He, once again, proved himself unpredictable; as I open my mouth to speak, he leaned on and kissed me passionately, his tongue pushing in determinedly, stroking the roof of my mouth.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it began, and I found myself staring in his black eyes. They were so cold, cruel and detached, filled with triumph.
"See" he leaned again, kissing my fore head "I told you before: you are easy ! nOw leave, I'm done with you !"
Before I could realise what had happened, he had already thrown me out the door, and closed it shut.
I just stood there, my mind struggling to understand what had just happened; then I was just angry, plain and simple. He did it to me again ! How could a man manipulate me so much? Even on our first encounter, when I pulled all the strings he had somehow managed to turn the tables in his favour.
Obviously, he was not going to move. And I sure as hell was not going to spend my life depending on him! He seemed to have some kind of power over my body, and it was up to me to see him unable to use it. I was going to avoid him, just like I had before.
Some days after the "incident" Yamcha made me a shocking proposal: marriage. He spoke about mutual feelings of affection, and confessed me that he wasn't still over his fear of sex. It was ok, though, he said, if I should seek sexual comfort in other men, as long as I would get back to him. I really thought seriously about his offer. He loved me, and I loved him too, but just as a friend' still, I knew him as the back of my hand, and he seemed very fond of Trunks. Yamcha would make a great father ... but it wasn't fair. Not for me, not for him. Until my affair, or whatever it is called, with Vegeta I thought myself to be a non-passionate being in the sexual matters. Vegeta had proven me wrong, and I knew Yamcha would some day find a girl to wake up the passion in him.
I said no.
Time passed by quietly .. Trunks was growing teeth, mom was gardening as happy as ever, dad spend his days in the lab, Vegeta was still training and I, well, I went back to dating.
I was now determined to find that perfect boyfriend to become the perfect husband.
I saw the father of my child only a few times; he still ate when he pleased, and trained all the time. I do not regret a thing that happened between us: I have a wonderful little boy, and lots of experience concerning life outside the seashell my parents' fortune had locked me into.
Part of my maturing is due to that period of my life. And despite being through difficult times, I am still grateful to him, for making me learn some harsh lessons.
After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
END PART ONE : FIGHTER
Ok, that was part one, which, by the way, is called "Fighter". Part two will come shortly, so keep in touch .. I thought about making it a different story, but I will continue within this one. I couldn't possibly let our favourite couple upset now, could I ?
Thank you for reading my story so far, and for bearing with me. You're the greatest ! Special thanks to: bulmandvegeta ( I will give you an autographed exemplar of my first book !) , Magick ( thanks for analysing the chapters and for telling me what you liked and you didn't, and what you would like to read about ), Nicka, Camaro, AirForceArmygurl, Unique Free Radical, SaiyanPrincess, Blue-Saiyan-angel, Draegon-fire, Kenshin-gotenks, Laura, Samantha, alexluvsv/bfics, KamalaKali, DarkIce, serendy4evr, Kayce, Majin Tifa, moonsaiyanprincess, Karamelhexe, Shadow Dragon and my yet to be named reviwer.
Some citrus in this one, folks! You have been warned!
Over, over, everything is over! The Androids have been taken care of and Cell is dead. But, then again, so is Son-Kun. Poor ChiChi, she's a mess, and I am not doing that great either.
My future son is due to leave tomorrow, I am really going to miss him. We talked for hours about the future, and I was shocked to find out that my other self never married. Trunks claims that she loved Vegeta too much, and that she survived his death only because there was baby Trunks to be looked after.
Speaking of the devil ... I was quite surprised to see him returning for the fight. But, then again, he is a Saiyan, I guess that he wouldn't miss a chance to slain, even if that meant he would be helping us, the mudball inhabitants. We haven't spoken a word since his return.
That bastard ! I knew that we (that is me and my son ) meant nothing to him, but letting us die like that ! "They are not important", he said. I guess we are not to him.
Mirai Trunks seems to have grown fond of his father, and surprisingly, Vegeta appears to like him too ( as much as he can like somebody ! ). I was told about Vegeta's reaction, when Trunks died, but I still have some problems believing it. Getting angry when your son dies is a normal reaction, but the prince is anything, but normal!
That night in the living room, I overheard a discussion that made my blood go colder that ever.
"Father, I still don't understand why you didn't save mother and myself! You know that they would have died in the crush!"
"You are a Saiyan. You would have survived." Cold and detached as ever.
At that point, I completely forgot about where I was going. I felt my knees go week, and it's a wonder I made it to the Nursery.
My baby slept peacefully, happily unaware of everything surrounding him, and, despite my trying to be strong, I couldn't help myself from bursting into tears.
"You would have survived!" kept on playing in my head. So it is me that Vegeta doesn't give a damn about! He always told me that, but, I guess I always secretly hoped that he would have some feelings for me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting love or anything..but at least I hoped he would have a minimal consideration for the mother of his child.
That day, I finally moved on. I thought I had done it a long time ago, but seeing my baby I understood that the long road laying in front of us had to be walked upon alone. The pain I felt that day helped me realise another thing: I had been in love with Vegeta, without even knowing it. Then, I hated him passionately. Now, I simply don't care. I just want him to go, and never come back.
The following night, I went to his room. Only once or twice had I been there before, to fetch him lunch, when he was recovering form the GR accident. He was in there, I knew that for sure, cause I had been watching all evening for the GR to shut down.
Knock, knock.
"What is it ?"
Strange, his voice seems so tired, I thought to myself detachedly. Truth be told, ever since the battle, his training was harder that ever, but, despite the fact that I only saw him in the distance, there was an air of resignation looming upon him. He was dressed in his usual outfit, blue spandex, gold-tipped boots and white gloves.
Tact had been proven to be inefficient, so I opened the door and let myself in. He had his back on me, looking on the window.
"What do you want, woman ?"
That would have made me as angry as hell some time ago...now I barely registered it, with a sort of mild amusement. It was like in a movie, I could almost see myself as from the exterior. And I was damn pleased with myself: no trembling in the voice, cold eyes, confident stature. Oh, yes, Vegeta, I learned your lesson well.
" I brought you this !" and I extended my hand, as he turn around to face me, looking at the capsule in my hand.
An eyebrow raised slightly.
"It is an improved GR, which is also a better space ship. I assume you would be leaving soon."
'As soon as possible, I want you out!' my mind screamed at him.
"No."
"No ? What the hell do you mean no ?" my temper got the best of me.
I slapped myself mentally, as I remember that my last encounter with Vegeta brought me to a hospital bed. I was still afraid of being physical hurt, and now, more than ever, he could do it without having to answer to anybody. Goku was dead, poor Gohan was devastated, my son had returned to his home in the future some hours before, and the rest of the fighters weren't strong enough.
Fortunately, he just crossed his arms and glared at me.
" I am not leaving."
"Oookkkkeyyy ! Then I'll give you a house capsule, so you could settle somewhere you like, in a forest or something." On another planet would have been perfect, but it seemed I'd have to settle with just thousands of miles. Still, that was better than nothing.
" Woman, I forgot just how stupid you were! I am not leaving this compound" he said in his low tone, walking towards me.
I held my ground, and felt very proud of myself because of it. My confidence, however, went down the drain, when the meaning of his words sunk in.
" Vegeta, you are not welcomed here. Nobody wants you, so just leave!" my voice was surprisingly calm.
We were now face to face, bodies almost touching, noses inches apart. His body emanated heat, I could feel it through our clothes, and my analytical mind wondered if it was because of his special metabolism.
"Tell me, why do you want me so much to leave?" he demanded in a dark voice.
"Why would I want you to stay ? You are anything but a nuisance. You only sleep, and eat, and waist my time and my father's with your stupid GR. We have only provided you because of the androids, now that the threat is over, you are no good to us. Leave, go bother somebody else!" Oh, yes, I learned his lesson very good !
He seemed slightly unfazed, but recovered so quickly that I almost thought it had been just an optic illusion.
"Tell me," this time he whispered, uncrossing his arms "do you care for me? This is why you slept with me?"
"Huh ?" When did Vegeta turn Mister Kiss-and-Hug ? " I do not care for you. Your first assumptions as to the reason why I slept with you are correct. I feel nothing, but indifference concerning you !"
"Then," he smirked " if I am indifferent to you, why are you so upset with my staying here ?"
" I am not !" I protested. "It's just .."
My words were cut off, as he came behind me and started drawing small circles on my back. What the hell was he doing, the bastard? Don't tell me that after all he's done to me, now he wants a quick roll in the hay! The arrogance!
I tried to turn around, but suddenly he got closer to me and warped an arm around my waist, his lips touching lightly my neck. That was just too much!
"Fuck off, Vegeta !" I hissed, trying to free myself from his grip.
His other hand moved to one of my breast, and my attempts to escape amplified as I felt his erection against my buttocks.
"Let me go, dammit !" I screamed. Other times, I would have given in easily. I still remembered vividly our first and only night together, and, although Vegeta had only been interested in satisfying himself, my orgasm proved that he knew all too well what he was doing. But so many things had changed since there ! How could I sleep with a man that called me a whore, although he was my first and only lover? Maybe I was a little into masochism, but sex with somebody that hit me was unacceptable!
What did he think I was?
"Vegata, stop it now. Let me go ! I want nothing from you! I need nothing from you! Have you got no pride whatsoever? Sleeping with somebody that doesn't want you - even you couldn't sink so low!"
During my tirade, the hand around my waist moved lower, slipping under my jeans and heading towards the juncture of my legs.
A low rumble that made his chest vibrate answered my questions and demands. Both of my hands went to his wrist, trying desperately to stop his descent, and closing my legs tightly at the same time. Or, should I say tried to. One of his knees parted mine from behind, opening my legs in the progress.
"Woman, I killed hundreds of races, and destroyed so many civilisations... Do you think that having an unwilling partner would stop me from getting what I wanted? It was my pride which demanded that I got what I wished for."
His husky voice whispering in my ear held me in a trance and I failed to register his hand finally reaching its destination. I did feel, however two of his still gloved fingers, sliding into me and without even realising what I was doing, I arched my back, bucking against his hand, as my head fell on his shoulder.
"No, no, no... stop ." I manage to whisper, before loosing completely my ability to speak.
As if it wasn't enough, his thumb started rubbing hard my clitoris, as he kept on nibbling on my neck. The hand on my breast had sneaked under my shirt and had now direct contact with the skin. That was a bad situation. I had stopped a little time ago to breast-feed my son, correction, our son and my breasts were still hyper-sensitive.
I vaguely remember hearing a chuckle, as my knees refused to support me and I had to rely on Vegeta. The friction was so intense, that I could no longer hold back, and I let myself be led by the wonderful sensations.
It was a moment of weakness, I admit... but I was a grown woman, and I had needs of my own.
The orgasm came crushing down on me, and I was aware of somebody moaning deeply. Later I realised it was I. As the last waves of orgasm left, my ragged breath started to calm down, and I came to my senses. I turned my head to watch him, preparing myself for the worse: mockery, laughter, irony and insults.
He, once again, proved himself unpredictable; as I open my mouth to speak, he leaned on and kissed me passionately, his tongue pushing in determinedly, stroking the roof of my mouth.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it began, and I found myself staring in his black eyes. They were so cold, cruel and detached, filled with triumph.
"See" he leaned again, kissing my fore head "I told you before: you are easy ! nOw leave, I'm done with you !"
Before I could realise what had happened, he had already thrown me out the door, and closed it shut.
I just stood there, my mind struggling to understand what had just happened; then I was just angry, plain and simple. He did it to me again ! How could a man manipulate me so much? Even on our first encounter, when I pulled all the strings he had somehow managed to turn the tables in his favour.
Obviously, he was not going to move. And I sure as hell was not going to spend my life depending on him! He seemed to have some kind of power over my body, and it was up to me to see him unable to use it. I was going to avoid him, just like I had before.
Some days after the "incident" Yamcha made me a shocking proposal: marriage. He spoke about mutual feelings of affection, and confessed me that he wasn't still over his fear of sex. It was ok, though, he said, if I should seek sexual comfort in other men, as long as I would get back to him. I really thought seriously about his offer. He loved me, and I loved him too, but just as a friend' still, I knew him as the back of my hand, and he seemed very fond of Trunks. Yamcha would make a great father ... but it wasn't fair. Not for me, not for him. Until my affair, or whatever it is called, with Vegeta I thought myself to be a non-passionate being in the sexual matters. Vegeta had proven me wrong, and I knew Yamcha would some day find a girl to wake up the passion in him.
I said no.
Time passed by quietly .. Trunks was growing teeth, mom was gardening as happy as ever, dad spend his days in the lab, Vegeta was still training and I, well, I went back to dating.
I was now determined to find that perfect boyfriend to become the perfect husband.
I saw the father of my child only a few times; he still ate when he pleased, and trained all the time. I do not regret a thing that happened between us: I have a wonderful little boy, and lots of experience concerning life outside the seashell my parents' fortune had locked me into.
Part of my maturing is due to that period of my life. And despite being through difficult times, I am still grateful to him, for making me learn some harsh lessons.
After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
END PART ONE : FIGHTER
Ok, that was part one, which, by the way, is called "Fighter". Part two will come shortly, so keep in touch .. I thought about making it a different story, but I will continue within this one. I couldn't possibly let our favourite couple upset now, could I ?
Thank you for reading my story so far, and for bearing with me. You're the greatest ! Special thanks to: bulmandvegeta ( I will give you an autographed exemplar of my first book !) , Magick ( thanks for analysing the chapters and for telling me what you liked and you didn't, and what you would like to read about ), Nicka, Camaro, AirForceArmygurl, Unique Free Radical, SaiyanPrincess, Blue-Saiyan-angel, Draegon-fire, Kenshin-gotenks, Laura, Samantha, alexluvsv/bfics, KamalaKali, DarkIce, serendy4evr, Kayce, Majin Tifa, moonsaiyanprincess, Karamelhexe, Shadow Dragon and my yet to be named reviwer.