Hello! Baby

Chapter 6

a/n: Glad you like the last chapter…I'm trying to make the chapter's longer, honestly! Thanks for taking the time to review. Will Bulma and Vegeta be able put their difference's aside for the sake of their son or could they possible learn that just maybe, they do love each other? How far would Yamcha go to get revenge? Find out…

WARNING:LEMON SCENTED

The Briefs household was always quiet now. Bulma's parents now lived a few blocks away and she rarely had any visitors. Her son, whom she had named Trunks after her grandfather, was now three weeks old, today he was mucking around in his play pen. He was lucky to have such a rich lifestyle, he was surrounded by toys and though he was young he loved discovering what to do with the toys, how to play and to be creative. Bulma was completely fascinated by her little boy, he was the most interesting thing in her life right now, nothing else was really happening for her. Her work was always frantic but she had assistants and other workers to look after the business side of Capsule Corp. Everyday she hoped and feared, Vegeta would return. Yamcha had visited several times, he had assured her that he had told nobody about her son or her relationship with the prince, he did however remind her that she was nothing without a man by her side whether it be himself or the prince, he reminded her with several harsh punches and shouting matches on what was becoming a weekly basis.

A rush of warm air floated into the room, she thought she smelled him but she just shrugged, there was no way that man would ever see the light that he had been wrong and done wrong by her throughout the pregnancy. She was in the kitchen preparing Trunks' bottled milk when she heard a familiar voice from another room.

"Bulma…" Vegeta muttered, his head hung low as he spotted sight of her. She froze and he looked away, Bulma wondered if the prince was ashamed for what he had done, she assumed he was sorry. She put her hands on her hips.

"Well?"

"What woman?" Vegeta growled, still refusing to face her. Bulma shifted her feet and walked up to him, she grabbed Vegeta's chin and pulled his face to hers.

"I'm waiting!"

"For what? I can't bloody read your mind woman!" Vegeta was growing impatient.

"Oh puh-lease! You dweeb! You left me! Alone! With your baby!" Bulma bellowed and stormed off to the living room where Trunks was sitting in his play pen. She sat down on the couch with a loud thud and crossed her arms and legs.

"You told me to go…" Vegeta tried to control the growing anger in his voice but getting angry never helped when dealing with Bulma. He walked over to the play and looked at the boy, he was very small and wearing a funny cap and a large nappy, his skin was dark like his and his eyes were blue like hers. He had chubby arms and legs and messy lavender hair, when Trunks dropped one of his toys and looked up at him, Vegeta felt a wave of relief swept over his body, and he had done the right thing by coming back.

"I didn't tell you to leave the planet you idiot!" Bulma retorted, her lips were pursed tightly and her cheeks were red with frustration. She couldn't believe him, the way he was acting, it was like he thought he had done nothing wrong. He had left her and for three weeks she had to put up with Yamcha's punishing guest appearances.

"You made it pretty clear that you didn't want me around, and if you didn't want me then why the hell should I stay on this blasted planet?" Vegeta sat down next to his mate but kept the distance between their two bodies away by a few inches.

"You care more about fighting and being a saiyan prince then you did about me, carrying this baby around for nine months!" Bulma was fighting back tears, they were angry tears though, and she felt like tearing him apart.

"Why do you think I fight then Bulma? For Earth? For Kakarot?" Vegeta continued, "I have a family now and if my fighting isn't up to scratch then what good am I when it comes to protecting you? Huh?"

Bulma knew what he was saying was honest and true in his opinion. The way he had deserted her on hundreds of occasions when she was carrying Trunks for the sake of training made her feel as worthless as she had with Yamcha, he never once thought that she needed more than the feel of his energy to ease her pains, he never once bothered to understand the emotional aspect of what she was going through and perhaps he couldn't, but still, he could have tried. Bulma stood up and walked over to her son and picked him up. Trunks gurgled as Bulma nursed him in her arms, "meet Trunks".

Bulma sat down next to Vegeta and this time her body rubbed up gently against his, she then placed the baby in his lap. The prince didn't move, he was dumbfounded, this boy was really his son, the woman beside him really was his mate, or she had been. He picked Trunks up, his hands under Trunks' small chubby arms and held him before his face, as though he was examining him. Trunks blinked curiously and then let out a rather large burp.

"Oh Trunks…" Bulma laughed, "He needs his bottle!" She got up and went to the kitchen to fetch the bottle. Vegeta was stunned, the baby's smell, his energy level, everything about the boy seemed interesting and frighteningly new. Bulma returned and handed the bottle to the prince, "now lift his head and bring the bottle to his lips….that's it!"

Vegeta beamed a smile the made Bulma feel warm and fuzzy inside. Vegeta held the bottle to the baby and Trunks drank the milk greedily.

"He drinks four times as much than any other normal baby, saiyan blood I suppose…" Bulma pointed out. She wanted to take a photo of the pair on the couch but she couldn't bring herself to leave the room. She wondered, could she ever forgive him? Did he deserve a chance? Maybe he would be a great father but she wanted love.

"Yamcha has been coming here every week" Bulma said as she sat down. Vegeta look up at her, his eyes meeting hers, did he look panicked, she thought. She rolled up her shirt slightly and revealed a large bruise on her belly. Vegeta frowned but then his attention returned to the baby.

"Don't you care?" Bulma questioned, her fingertips brushing through Trunks' lavender strands of hair.

"Yes."

"Do you want to know what else he did? Huh? I couldn't fight him! I had a son; I had to let him…." Bulma sobbed, she didn't know if she had the courage to tell the prince more but he had to know. He deserved to know what sort of a human Yamcha really was, and what he had done to his miserable mate.

"Bulma" Vegeta muttered. Trunks had finished his bottle so he put the baby back into his play pen. He turned to his mate, she was looking at the ground, her blue hair was limp and her skin was unusually pale. He kneeled before her, his heart was thumping and his power was fluctuating with his level of anger.

"I'm sorry" Bulma cried and fell into Vegeta's body, he welcomed her with open arms and brought her to his strong chest. He wrapped one arm around her body as the other hand stroked her head. She was crying, he could feel her tears running from her face onto his chest, her body was shaking, was she scared?

"He attacked me; he threatened me with Trunks' life. I did what he asked, I betrayed you….you left me, I was angry but I never wanted to give myself back to that… that…" She collapsed in tears and Vegeta felt a sense of hatred in his chest soar. He thought he had felt the bond between him and her become severed two weeks ago, he never thought that she would be in any danger, especially from Yamcha. He had taken his mate, Yamcha had taken something that did not belong to him, he had taken something that was not to be taken by any other in existence and now here was his mate, hurt, terrified and desperate. He only had himself to blame. Bulma had just given birth; he shouldn't have taken her advice to leave so seriously, he should have waited for to calm down but then there were a lot of things he should have done for her that he never did. He lifted her body up a bit and brought her face to his, as their lips met and he felt her tear stained cheeks pressed against his he felt the hatred in his soul dissolve away, a bond between the two was reformed.

"He will pay with his life for what he has done Bulma" Vegeta purred in her ear and nibbled on her ear lobe, his kisses tracing down her neck and along her collar bone. Bulma hadn't expected this, was Vegeta going to kill Yamcha? Was he going to make love to her?

"I'll hold you to that…but Vegeta" Bulma pulled away, "I'm not ready for this, I can't go through with…" Vegeta stopped kissing her and looked at her, his eyes were glazed over with desire and Bulma could feel his desire rubbing up against her petite body but she couldn't…it was too soon. He had just returned, he hadn't apologised, she hadn't meant for any of this to happen, she could let herself become weak again. Vegeta leaned into to her neck again, his lips were soft on her skin and the feeling of his hot breath excited her but then Yamcha sprang into her mind and her body froze. She pushed the prince off and stood up.

"I don't want this!" She said, she had stopped crying but her voice was hoarse and dry. Vegeta was confused and pulled himself up onto his feet.

"You don't want me?" Vegeta replied, insulted.

"No, I do want you… but this isn't enough! I have to raise a son now, that's not something you can run away from and then come back too. I'm a mother; you can't just expect me to sleep with you when you want to…I need more!" Bulma felt like the situation was hopeless.

"What do you want me to do? Do you want me to love you? Is that it woman?" Vegeta walked over to her and rested his hands on her shoulder, "I'm trying…I'm sorry but I don't bloody know what else to do. This is new to me as well!" He brought his face back down to hers and pressed his lips fiercely against hers, they still tasted as sweet as he had remembered.

"I'd like that" Bulma whispered.

"What?" Vegeta's hands rand down the sides of her body, embracing her beautiful curves.

"To be loved, it's be nice for a change" Bulma responded to Vegeta's kisses and plunged her tongue in his mouth, catching him by surprise, her hands fumbled around under his shirt, she could feel his muscles were larger and she felt aroused. He was stronger, and he was listening to her for a change.

"Let's go have sex!" Vegeta purred into her ear, his body grinding against her. Bulma looked over his shoulder and her son was fast asleep. She could feel that Vegeta was highly aroused and the electricity circulating through their bodies was something they couldn't deny. She smiled up at him, her eyes were still filled with the sadness of a troubled past but at the same time they were filled with a sense of hope for a better future. Vegeta scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.

He placed her gently on her bed then in two swift movements ripped of all of his clothes; he stood before his mate entirely naked and filled with confidence. Bulma giggled, she felt like a teenager again, filled with that childish ideal of true love and romance. She unbuttoned her blouse and began to remove her pants but the prince interrupted and lowered himself onto her body, her skin was warm and smooth against his, her scent was sweet and turned him on, her scent always helped him know the right time to enter her. He ripped off her pants, tearing the fabric and her undergarments from her body.

"I missed this" Vegeta growled, his voice husky as hormones pulsated through his blood, she was as beautiful as he remembered and she was his. Yamcha was in the back of his mind but he would have to be dealt with later. Before his eyes was a goddess, a woman, the only being who realised that the prince was more human than he thought himself. Bulma laughed.

"My body's changed a bit since having the baby you know" her cheeks reddened with a slight touch of embarrassment.

"It's perfect" Vegeta insisted, his hand's gliding over her chest and her stomach. He could see her stretch marks on her lower belly but he found them sexy, they reminded him of what the two had created, that in turn reminded him of the many times he had made love to her. Her scent was becoming strong and his hips were pressed against hers.

"Don't ever leave me" Bulma kissed his mouth again, her eyes still open. Vegeta blinked.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Vegeta grumbled, "I've only just figured out how important love is!" He nuzzled into her body as he began making love with his mate, remembering how the thought of her had helped him transform, she was his answer to his existence, and she brought him balance. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck so his lips couldn't leave hers; her legs were wrapped around his hips and she felt overwhelmed with the feeling of reconnecting with her mate.

"You idiot!" She giggled; Vegeta kissed her through and around her neck and then returned to her mouth. There was no other woman who dared to insult the prince, and just maybe, that was what he loved about her, she was the only one who dared to start a fight with him!