Title: A Flickering Flame
Chapter Title: Going Soft
Disclaimer: I don't own them, everyone wishes they did. I do own the ones that aren't in the show though.
AN: So, sorry about the extreme lateness, but I've already started on the next chappie, so no worries on the next update. Hope you guys like the way I'm bending this. On with the story. Oh and this is like 7 pages! Yay on me!
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"I didn't know you had tattoos," Gohan said, gently running his hands over Videl's bare back. The beautiful designs that adorned her back looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't pull them off the top of his head. From what he could remember though, they seemed to be forming a sentence. There was only twelve of them, all in a block on her right shoulder blade. "What do they say?" his questions had Videl tense under him. He sighed and rubbed her shoulders some more. That's the whole point of them being awake. She'd been woken by a nightmare, something about a pair of cat eyes making her watch as her friends and family were killed. There were tombstones everywhere, and she had said that she had felt something rise inside of her. But she'd woken before it could bubble to the surface. He'd taken the initiative and was now rubbing her back, trying to make her forget her bad dream. But it was sticking in her head and she couldn't seem to get Gohan's face out of her head, his skull had been crushed under a pointed boot. He sighed, kissing the back of her neck.
"I don't have any tat's," Videl whispered, once again boneless underneath him. He was about to answer her when Vegeta let out a loud snore and rolled over, mumbling something incoherently, drool rolling down his chin. He scratched his exposed chest before rolling over onto his stomach again, letting out a much quieter snore and settled back into his deep sleep. Videl snickered and shook her head, before rolling over and facing Gohan. Gohan, his eyes suddenly full of Videl's full chest lost his train of thought. He licked his lips, his eyes suddenly darkening. He didn't even ask for permission as he bent his head down and took one of her dusky nipples into his mouth. She gasped, but thumped him on the shoulder anyway. "What did you mean by tat? I don't have any, why say such things?" Gohan let go of her nipple and looked at her for a moment.
"But you do, on your shoulder blade. It's a sentence, written in ruins. Can't quite remember exactly what language, or what it says, so.. can't translate it. Maybe Trunks can, with his computer," Gohan was cut off but Videl grabbing his upper lip between her thumb and forefinger.
"You're babbling, and I'm telling you I don't have any tat's," Videl dropped her voice down to a whisper when she glanced over and found Vegeta pushed up on his hands, glaring at them.
"Too late now! What are you two doing up anyway? It's 2:30 in the morning," Vegeta growled, plopping back down against his pillows. Gohan snarled, grabbing the sheet and covering Videl with it, glaring at Vegeta. Whom let it roll off his back. He'd do the same if it had been Gohan looking at Bulma. Not that he would, but still. And not that Vegeta was looking at Videl.
"She had a bad dream I was trying to get her back to sleep, and now she's telling me she has no tattoo's and I was just looking at them. They're on her back. Here look," Gohan said, rolling her over onto her side so that Vegeta could see the ruins on her shoulder blade. Vegeta took one look and shot out of bed, his eyes wide. He went to her side and gently touched them, tracing them with his fingers.
"It's in Saiyan," he said, looking up at Gohan.
"What's it say?" Gohan asked, looking down at Videl who was rolling her eyes. Vegeta looked back down at it and shook his head.
"The blood of the Hyprid will restore strength and cure all ailments.' It's part of a legend, one that doesn't bode well for Videl," Vegeta looked down at her, sympathy in his eyes. Videl snorted and forcefully rolled back onto her back. She glared at Vegeta expecting the two of them to break into a smile and say that they were just kidding. They didn't.
"You guys, this isn't funny anymore. I don't have any tattoos, and you shouldn't be telling me things about blood and shit like that," Videl said, before closing her eyes, ready to go back to sleep. Vegeta shook his head walked out of the room.
In the next room over, Trunks, Goten and Goku's room, the three of them woke with a jerk at the loud banging on the door. Goku looked around blurrily for a moment before thumping back down into his pillow, snoring again as soon as he hit. Trunks slowly pushed himself out of bed and shuffled to the door, not caring that he was in his boxers. He jerked the door open as another round of banging started. Vegeta blinked when his fist connected to thin air, instead of the door. Goten rolled his eyes before doing the same as his father, and starting to snore again.
"What do you want Dad? And why are you walking around the hallways in nothing but your boxers?" Trunks asked, standing to the side and jerking his father into the room by Vegeta's arm.
"I need to use your digital camera," Vegeta said, heading toward Trunks' make shift desk. He grabbed the camera, nodded to his son before heading out the door. Trunks blinked and shook his head.
"Just bring it back," the lavender haired teen said, closing the door and going back to his bed. He fell onto it face first, pulling the sheet back over him and tried to go back to sleep, sprawled on his bed. He really didn't understand his father sometimes.
Vegeta stepped back into his room, holding the camera up to show Gohan. The Prince hit a couple of buttons on the thing.
"On your stomach Woman. I'll prove that that legend is on you back," he tapped his foot until Videl rolled over onto her back. The two still in the room had still been awake. Rolling her eyes, she waited as Vegeta snapped a picture of her shoulder blade. He handed her the camera, before crossing his arms over his chest. Videl looked down at the picture, her eyebrows snapping together. She was about to say something when Vegeta's jacket started to beep.
"It's my beeper. Bulma's the only one with the number," Vegeta mumbled, pulling his beeper out of his coat. He looked at it and his eyes went wide. He fumbled with the phone for a second before he was able to hit in Bulma's cell phone number. "Come on... Me hittin' you back," his voice drifted over to Gohan and Videl. Videl looked up at Gohan, before moving a little closer to him.
"What's going on?" Trunks asked, stepping into the room. He couldn't get back to sleep after his dad had come into the room. Gohan shrugged, pulling Videl closer to him. Vegeta was fidgeting as he paced slightly in front of the phone. Vegeta said his bye's and hung up the phone.
"Trunks get dressed, we need to head up to the lookout. Your mother is sick, and they need me and you there. Bra is freaking, and Dende is barely keeping Bulma from doing the same," Vegeta said, pulling on his pants and shirt. By the time he grabbed his boots, Trunks was out of the room. "I'll get the rest of that legend for you while I'm up there, go back to sleep," Vegeta said, hopping around a little while standing on one leg, pulling his boot on. Gohan saw it suddenly, Vegeta wasn't meeting their eyes because he was scared, really, really scared. Looking down at Videl, he thought about how much he'd been scared when Videl lost their first child. That had almost killed them both, but they'd pulled through. If Bulma lost the twins, would Vegeta and Bulma pull through? Would they ever try for another child? Taking a deep breath, Gohan pulled Videl tight to his chest, laying down on his side.
"Vegeta, if we really need you, Dende will tell you, but unless he says so... Why don't you stay with Bulma?" Gohan asked, watching as Vegeta froze half way through pulling the leather jacket on over the turtleneck and lose pants. Glancing over at the couple on the bed, Vegeta met Gohan's eyes in a silent thanks. 'He really does understand the way Saiyans feel about their mates,' Vegeta took a deep breath and headed toward the door. Trunks met him in the hallway nodding to him as the two of them headed out of the hotel.
"Why did you tell Vegeta to stay with Bulma?" Videl whispered, burying her face into Gohan's chest. Pulling her even closer to him, tears pooling in his eyes.
"Do you remember how it felt when we lost the baby?" Gohan whispered into her hair. She moaned gently as that pain was uncovered, she nodded, stuffing her face deeper into his chest. "That's how they feel at the moment, well almost. She's almost lost them once, which was enough of a scare for him, but if they really lost the twins, it would really kill them, both of them," Gohan said, gently kissing Videl on the top of her head. Videl knit her eyebrows together.
"Why would it kill Vegeta? I thought he didn't care about Bulma, he doesn't show it if he does," Videl said, still very confused.
"He does, the last week we were at the lookout, after Bulma had that close call, he stopped all his training and staid with her, so she was comfortable so she didn't lose the kids. Not because they were his kids, but because he knew how much it would kill her if she did lose them. When we were fighting Buu, he killed himself because he thought it would keep Bulma and Trunks safe. And then he fought to be able to come back and help out again. He loved them so much that he got over being mad at Goku. Now they work side by side to keep Earth safe, without a complaint from Vegeta. Vegeta's a King, raised and bred that way, Bulma is his Queen, he loves her more than he'd ever let on," Gohan explained gently running his hands over Videl's back.
"How do you know though?" she asked, half asleep at the moment.
"I know because I feel the same way, about you. I'd die for you Videl, and I'd give up everything in my life for you, if you hadn't noticed, I have pretty well stopped going to work. Yeah we're on Summer Vacation. But what if we don't finish this before September? I won't go back, not until I know that you're safe," Gohan said with love and determination in his voice. Videl thought about it, and glanced up at Gohan's face. He suddenly looked a little older, and she seemed to love him even more than before.
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Vegeta and Trunks landed on the edge of the lookout, but didn't stop their movement. With out a thought they both started running, ignoring the smell of Mr. Popo's flowers, the bright glare of the sun, and the harsh whip of the wind. Within a few seconds, Vegeta was flinging the door open to his bedroom, throwing his bag down on the floor and rushing over to the bed, jerking his jacket off as he slid down on it. He kicked his boots off and laid down next to Bulma, laying his hand on her forehead. Trunks moved to the other side, gently picking up the sleeping Bra. Vegeta nodded his head, glancing over at Dende, who was sitting at the end of the bed, his hand laying on Bulma's ankle.
"If I let go she'll wake up, Bra will sleep for a couple more hours, but Bulma won't. Last time she woke up she just curled into a ball and cried for an hour. Which only made her worse," Dende explained to the wondering look on Vegeta's face.
"You can let go, I'm here, she'll calm down," Vegeta whispered, gently running his hand over Bulma's cheek. Dende nodded, slowly removing his hand before quickly leaving the room. Bulma's eyes fluttered open gently, seeing only deep black pits. Bulma reached up weakly and grabbed his hand, pulling it away and pushing on him, trying to get him away.
"Piccolo, I told you that only Vegeta..." Bulma couldn't finish, she was starting to cry. Vegeta pulled his hand out of her grip and moved her head to the side, leaning down and gently nipping at the bite mark on her neck. Her eyes snapped wider and she looked more clearly at him when he moved away. He smiled gently and rubbed the tip of his nose to hers. She gasped and flung her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "How did you know I needed you?" She mumbled into his chest. Vegeta took a deep breath and gasped himself. That's what this was. Well then, okay, but why hadn't he? Well he had, just hadn't paid much attention to it, oh well. He won't leave her side again.
"Dende beeped me. Told me what was going on. Trunks is in the bedroom with Bra, hopefully letting her sleep, she needs it from the way Dende was talking. Gohan told me that if he really needed me Dende would tell me, but past that I'm supposed to stay here and be with you. So that you feel better," Vegeta explained, nuzzling his nose further into her hair.
"Vegeta, I..." Bulma didn't finish. She was suddenly feeling much better, and wanted something. But she didn't know how to tell him, so she'd just... She grabbed a hold of his head, gently moving it to the side and nipped at his own bite mark, but she didn't stop there, she sucked on it, then bit it again. Vegeta was by now trying to hold in the moans that she was creating. As she remarked him, with a hikey this time, Vegeta tried to pull her away from there. She pulled away only to capture his lips in a steamy kiss. He returned the kiss for a second before pulling away, he knew what she wanted.
"Bulma, I'll hurt you, or the babmmph," Vegeta was cut off again by Bulma kissing him again. She pulled away after a second and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I'm not spun class, you won't hurt me, and I trust you to go easy enough to not hurt the twins," Bulma whispered, kissing him again. She pushed him over onto his back and slid on top of him. Her legs on either side of his hips, she ran her hand under his turtle neck. Vegeta sighed but gave in, gingerly laying his hands on her hips. She smirked down at him, and ripped his shirt up over his head. He sat up a little to help her out. Throwing the shirt behind her, Bulma leaned down and kissed from the bite mark down his chest to his color bone. She bit there, hard enough to make him groan before sucking on it equally hard. He didn't smell right, he didn't smell like her. Bulma wanted that to go away, she wanted herself to be on him. She continued to explore his body, following her nose. Everywhere she didn't smell herself, she'd give him a hickey. When she reached his hands she simply gripping them and stuffed the hot flesh under her night gown, on her thighs. "Your hands smell like Videl," was her only explanation. Vegeta nodded, running his hands over her inner thighs lightly. When he reached her underwear, he ran his hands up to her hips, gripping the strings of her underwear and jerking them outward. Bulma looked down at him, before smiling lovingly. At least he was past the whole spun glass thing. As she leaned down, Vegeta moved his hands up her sides, taking her deep midnight blue nightgown with them. When he finally pulled it up over her head and dropped it off the edge of the bed, Bulma captured his lips in another steamy kiss.
Vegeta rolled them over, still nestled between her legs, but he made sure not to put his weight ontop of her. Using his ki to do so, he lightly ran his hands from her collarbone, a crossed her rock hard nipples, down her ribs to her lower midriff. His fingers danced across that area, the area housing his children, for a second before down her thighs and to her knees. On the return journey, they slid across her inner thighs forcing them to part. His left hand skipped over the junction to her thighs and her stomach, to land butterfly like on her right breast. She arched her back up into his hand, moaning gently. Yet, she wasn't going to let him have all the fun, her own hands were working steadily on getting him out of his black silk boxers and baggy pants. They'd already gotten his pants down past his hips and were working on doing the same to his boxers. But that hand between her legs was getting really distracting. The said hand, well finger was lightly running over Bulma's clit, making it hard for her to concentrate on getting him out of the rest of his clothes. Taking pity on her, he moved off the bed for a second, trying hard not to let Bulma's disapproving moan get to him, and stripped the rest of his clothes off. Bulma moved up onto her knees, looking right at her husband. He was standing there, at the edge of the bed, in nothing but the thin chain that held his wedding band. He never wore it on his finger so she'd gotten his a chain to put it around his neck. Bulma held her arms out to him, pleading with him with her eyes.
"Vegeta, please," She whispered, her around circling him when he moved onto the bed again.
"Please what?" He asked, knowing what she wanted but having to have her ask him. She smiled lovingly and laid back against the pillows. She leaned up to his ear and whispered into it.
"I want you to make love to me, slow, and easy and for a long time. I want to feel the love we share, and I want to cement the fact that you love the babies inside of me," Vegeta nodded, finally knowing the real reason for her to be so persistent earlier. As his lips danced over hers, he made them one, body soul and mind. He froze, closing his eyes and relishing the feel of her completely surrounding him. He laid his forehead against her shoulder, sliding his arms underneath her and holding her tight against his as he began to move very slowly. The first movement was enough to send Bulma spiraling out of control. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, her arms around his shoulders tightening. She turned her head and buried her face in his jet black hair.
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Trunks paced his sister room, Bra laying over his shoulder her hands buried in his shirt. He was trying to get her to sleep. This had always been the only way to do so when she was a baby, and at the moment he was hoping it would work again. She was crying, silently though. Her sobs had quit a couple of minutes ago, but her tears where still flowing easily down his back.
"Hey, Bra it's okay. Feel that, Mom's fine now. You can feel it can't you?" Trunks whispered, concentrating on his parents Ki, as well as the twins inside his mother. Their Ki's were finally showing, and they were strong, and healthy, at the moment anyway. Trunks wasn't even going to think about what would happen to his family if they lost the babies.
"I... can feel it... But... She won't be fine when Daddy and you... leave again," Bra chocked out past the lump in her throat. Trunks shook his head, rubbing her back. He was able to hold her 80 pounds up easily with one arm.
"We're not leaving, the rest of them can handle the bad man. We get to stay here with you and Mom," Trunks whispered, and smiled gently when Bra buried her face tighter into his chest, and was asleep within seconds. He smiled and laid her down, but he could stand up, because she had her hands buried tightly in his shirt. Rolling his eyes for a second he slowly pulled her hands out of his shirt. Tucking her in, Trunks went to the door leading out into his parents room, but stopped when he heard sounds that he didn't want to hear, at all. He shuddered and moved to the door out into the hallway. He slowly opened it and stepped out, closing the door softly. He smiled and moved toward his own room. This time the door opened with a slight creak. Which sent Rachel out of bed, her small bee bee gun pointed at Trunks' head before he could blink. He smiled at her, reaching up and gripping the barrel of her gun. "You going to shoot me?" Trunks asked, moving the gun to the side with one hand while his other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his chest. She smiled at the sound of his voice a shudder running down her spine at the look in his eyes. She really had missed him, even though he'd only been gone for a day or so.
"You're Dad brought you back with him?" Rachel asked, getting a nod from Trunks.
"Let's get some sleep? I'm exhausted," Trunks whispered, moving toward their bed, past the rest of the beds, holding the rest of the gang.
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Vegeta smiled, one hand intertwined with Bulma's, who was laying, fast asleep on his chest. He was still inside her, but she was happy that way. His other hand was running over her beautiful hair. He really did love them. He sighed and closed his eyes, concentrating and letting the twins, as well as Bulma's lowered Ki's wrap around him, lulling him to sleep. He'd get that legend for Videl tomorrow.
AN: Emmmm... so anyway.. things are getting interesting, and I had to throw that scene in between Bulma and Vegeta. It's just been to long. But hope you guys liked it. I had fun with this chapter and wrote it in less than a week. Cool huh? Wonder what this whole legend thing is about. Find out next time. Till the next chapter.