Ok, here we go with the second chapter, I hope you like it. Please review, and be completely honest with me, if I need improvement let me know.
I totally forgot the disclaimer in chapter 1, and I'm new so I have no idea how to edit it, so here goes:
I don't own DBZ or any of its characters, if I did I would redo GT completely, then I would dub Dragonball Kai in English, complete with all out B/V romance, esp. in those 3 years, and Radditz would live.
Well that's about it, please read and review.
It was 5am, Bulma rolled over on her side slowly, not wanting to wake the sleeping figure that lay next to her on their luxurious bed. She remembered how he ravaged her body bringing her to great heights of pleasure one too many times before dinner last evening, and after dinner they had had yet another round of their passionate lovemaking before collapsing in exhaustion.
Vegeta was an awesome lover, and undeniably so. Bulma wondered how such a violent, dangerous Saiyin who had spent all of his early life purging planets was capable of giving her such mind-shattering pleasure. From the moment she had him, she knew she would never want another; he filled a gap that no one else could, especially not Yamcha. Though they were still friends, she couldn't help but think how pitiful he was compared to her prince. No one meant as much to her as Vegeta did, nothing could change that. No one could ever replace him. Such was the depth of Saiyin bonding, Bulma had been in love before, but she had never in her life felt the way she did for Vegeta, for anyone else.
He lay there peacefully on his side facing her, his entire being seemed so calm, except of course, his gravity-defying hair that stuck out dangerously at all times. Then suddenly, without warning, his eyes shot open. He immediately caught sight of her, piercing her eyes with his obsidian orbs, darker than any human's eyes could ever be; eyes under which entire races had cowered in fear, yet she beheld them, as his mate, his equal, without fear, only love. They lay there locked it each other's gazes; he doesn't speak, neither does she. He leant forward and brushed her cheeks with lips and whispers, "I have to train". She smiles and rolls over, "Breakfast will be waiting for you when you're done".
Bulma walked down the stairs at an uneasy pace; there was still a noticeable aching between her legs, courtesy of Vegeta and his wild, Saiyin prowess. She stepped into the kitchen, to find Bunny there busy around the stove, cooking up her usual breakfast storm.
"Oh Good Morning honey, did you sleep well?" asked the quirky blond.
"Oh I'm just fine Mom, need any help?" she peeked over the older woman's shoulder.
"It's okay dear, you just have a seat, I have everything under control.", she said beaming, she was always beaming.
Bulma retreated to her favorite seat at the table, right across from Vegeta's. She glanced up at the clock on the wall; it was five minutes to nine. Vegeta's morning training session should be wrapping up by now, and since Trunks had been informed that his lessons were postponed for two days, he would probably sleep late, Bra had gone to Pan's sleepover last evening, and Bulma's parents usually had breakfast out on the balcony at the left wing of the house by themselves, this meant she would be alone with the prince for breakfast. Just seconds after Bunny had set the table and left with her breakfast, a shirtless figure strode into the kitchen and claimed his seat.
Bulma looked up, "You know, it amazes me how you always manage to appear for breakfast just moments after mom leaves."
Vegeta smirked as he took his seat. "Good warriors always have good timing"
Bulma smiled knowingly, her mother still hadn't dropped her habit of drooling and fussing over handsome, muscular men, Vegeta had never been and exception and it annoyed him to no end.
"What amazes me, is that you've actually managed to come out alive after our sparring session last night, I'm impressed." said the prince before attacking his pile of pancakes.
The blue-haired minx rolled her eyes, "Gimme a break Vegeta, you know I can take anything you can dish out."
"I'll believe you when I see you walk in a straight line without cringing", he dished back before ravaging his eggs.
"Don't you have someone else's body to be worrying about, like your son's?"
This time the prince didn't answer, he just continued his breakfast rampage.
"What exactly did you plan to tell to him, Vegeta?"
"I don't know." he responded, before grabbing the French toast, not sounding at all enthused.
"Well, I could talk to him for you if you don't want to, after all how hard could it be to tell him about the facts of life, I did it when he was ten, it shouldn't be too hard now."
Vegeta snorted, "Don't be absurd woman, he's a warrior, he doesn't need his mother telling him about mating, and you should know that."
"I do, but you seem hesitant and he needs to know; besides you've told me, and I think it would be just as easy for me to tell him."
Vegeta sipped his orange juice, "These are things his father should tell him Bulma. The boy will know in time."
Bulma dropped her utensils in annoyance, "Yeah, Vegeta, like when it's too late."
"Let it rest Bulma, he has the blood of a Saiyin that means he was born with certain instincts, I will see how this plays out and determine whether or not he is relying on his senses and instincts as well as he should; if he is then he will sense the danger of mating with common women, and the importance of choosing a mate."
Bulma rose to her feet in a rage, "This isn't a game Vegeta, you can't play around with our son's fate like this, I'm tired of telling you he is not a soldier like you were, he's a normal boy, why risk the danger of him hurting someone, if you can just warn him now!", she fumed. "You're impossible!"
"Sit down woman", he said flatly trying his very best not to lash out at her. "He's a Saiyin prince."
"He's a child Vegeta; a half-human child!" she snapped.
"He's Saiyin royalty, woman; he can't be treated like a common child. Where is your honor? You expect me to respect your ridiculous earth traditions and methods, and yet you have no regard for my Saiyin ways. Isn't he my son too?!!" Vegeta shot back, as he glared at his plate, trying his best to keep his temper in check.
Bulma finally sat, she had never considered that, Trunks had been taught human ways ever since his birth, and his father had tolerated it, but know he was becoming a man, and he was being raised without a trace of his royal Saiyin heritage.
Vegeta continued in a calmer tone, "He is a human, but he is a Saiyin prince too woman, our son has dual nature, and it would be wrong for him to regard one side of his heritage and not the other. It would be the same as denying a part of who is. He must acknowledge the ways of a Saiyin too, he comes from a bloodline of great Saiyin kings, he cannot conduct himself like a prude third-class and neglect his Saiyin ways, like Kakorrott's brood. He is the offspring of a prince of an ancient warrior-race, and he deserves the honor of being raised like one."
Bulma regained her composure, she decided that Vegeta's claim seemed entirely logical and ethical too, so she thought it would be best to hear him out, and then maybe they could come to a mutual agreement, besides when it came to Saiyin pride and honor, there really wasn't much she could do to convince Vegeta, she knew it would be pointless, to argue further.
"Fine Vegeta, I suppose Trunks has to embrace his Saiyin heritage too, I accept that, which leads me to the obvious question- what exactly is the Saiyin way of dealing with this situation?"
"Well for one, his instincts should alert him to the dangers of common mating." Vegeta stated.
"You mean sleeping around right?" Bulma questioned.
"Yes woman." he seemed annoyed at the obvious question. "If he is relying on his instincts at all times as a true warrior should-for his own safety, then all should be well; he wouldn't even have to be told the dangers of yielding to his temptations, just like I was. However, if he doesn't, which is highly likely, given that the boy is not training as much as he could, courtesy of your homeschooling." Bulma shot him a dirty look..."he might not be able to sense that he is doing something he shouldn't be doing; there is a good chance this might happen if you also consider the fact boy never witnessed the end of such a situation as I did back on Vegetassei."
Bulma's eyes widened in horror, "You witnessed a Saiyin woman die because of sex, how old were you Vegeta?"
"That's not how it happened woman" the prince replied, "she didn't die, I was five years old- I didn't understand what had happened at the time but I remember it clearly. My older cousin, decided to sleep with some woman he wasn't mated to, with him being of royal blood, she was unable to satisfy him, and in wild rage he attacked her, she defended herself but was not match for a first-class, he beat her up and threw he own out the palace. My cousin knew that she could never fully satisfy him, yet he slept with the foolish woman, he thought he would be able to control himself, being an elite warrior, but he couldn't. He lacked control because he was young; he was only seventeen- three years older than my own son. Had he been an older, more mature Saiyin, he could have bedded her with ease, without anyone else knowing and saved the girl all the scandalous shame, despite the fact that she wouldn't be able to satisfy him. I didn't fully understand at the time, being a child, but I knew that Saiyins never hurt women unless attacked or challenged by them and I knew that a second-class girl would never attack an elite especially at the royal palace, but as I matured I figured it out and of course Nappa who had seen it all, confirmed it."
Bulma just looked on in horror, "Trunks…"
"That, woman, is what the rage of a horny, dissatisfied Saiyin can do to you if you're not his mate, especially if he's of royal blood. It has occurred in second and third class circles, but the chances are very rare."
"That means it is unlikely it will ever happen to Goten, right"
"Woman, it was also unlikely that Kakorott and his third-class offspring would ever become super Saiyins, yet by some miracle they have all managed to transform, so I wouldn't count on it being unlikely."
"Well I guess you're right, but then what about Gohan he never hurt any girls, if he did, Chi-Chi would never have let it go, I would have known about it, so what's up, did that trait elude him?" Bulma knew this wasn't important right now, but being a scientist, she just could not ignore her curiosity.
"I don't know woman, maybe so, as I said the chances are slim among third class warriors, furthermore Kakorrott's son is of no importance right now, remember we have our own boy to consider. The point is Trunks is far more powerful than my cousin could ever have dreamed to be, so that's why I concluded that he would be the death of whichever stray woman he decided to mate with; his youth will hinder his control, it could be as disastrous as a third-class going into the Oozaro state."
Bulma's mind quickly flashed back to Goku's transformation and how terrifying it had been.
"Then Vegeta, what are we going to do if Trunks slips and winds up having sex before you can determine that he's not trusting his instincts, what then?"
Vegeta snorted, "Please woman, why do you think I have him locked up here in the first place, I'll determine well how he responds to the current situation, and if necessary, I'll step in." he responded after swallowing the last of his breakfast.
"Ok Vegeta, I trust you, but just please be sure that you step in and deal with it before it too late, if you have to, I don't want my baby killing anyone."
"Everything will be fine, if the boy needs to be told, I will tell him."
"Tell me what?"
Bulma and Vegeta froze, after a few seconds black and eyes and then blue ones slowly turned in the direction of the voice. Surely enough there stood the young prince at the doorway, looking like something the cat dragged in. The horrible lavender mess on his head could hardly be recognized as his hair anymore, and his crumbled clothes and drowsy looking eyes made him look more like a street-rat than a multi-billion zenni* heir. As suspected, the boy had just rolled out of bed, and stumbled upon the last few words of his parents' conversation, which was now cut short by an extremely awkward silence.
His father was the first to pull himself together. "Trunks your appearance is totally unbefitting of a warrior, go back to your room right now and attire yourself properly."
The boy just shrugged and obeyed his father's orders.
As soon as he left, Bulma and Vegeta exchanged glances.
"I have to train." Vegeta said as he rose to his feet.
Bulla rolled her eyes, "How convenient."
He didn't bother responding to her as he left for the gravity room.
Vegeta swung another blow at his invisible opponent, the gravity simulator was set to 600g's, yet he threw kicks and punches as if there was nothing to it, he seemed to be most comfortable, but mentally he far from it. He kept thinking over what he had discussed with Bulma at breakfast. If the boy's instincts were as much a part of his daily life as they should be, all should go well. But, with that being highly unlikely, Vegeta began to mentally prepare himself for the awkward conversation he would have to have with Trunks. He shuddered at the thought. Sure Trunks was his only son, and he cared for him with every fiber of his being, but talking to children about sex was something he wasn't looking forward to. He had never imagined himself in that capacity- ever. There was a time when he didn't even dream he'd become a father, it was by far one of the most unexpected turn of events in his life, but after accepting it, he always dreamed his children would learn the basics about sexual development from the woman, and then figure out the Saiyin part by themselves, but at present that expectation didn't show many signs of being met. Nevertheless, he was the prince of all Saiyins; he had fought terrible battles and had come out alive, so surely he could handle lecturing Trunks on Saiyin sex. All the boy needed to know was what to expect from his body and how to respond to it. It was plain and simple, now all he had to do was try to suck up the embarrassment of the situation and educate the child on what he needed to know. After thinking it over a few, Vegeta finally felt like he was ready, if it boiled down to telling Trunks, he could do it, he would.
But aside from that, Vegeta had trouble concentrating on his training. He couldn't bring himself to focus, deep down he had the sinking feeling that the boy was up to something. Vegeta always had premonitions when something was up with his mate and children. Knowing well, he wouldn't be able to concentrate unless his mind was at ease, he threw two more punches and gave up. Reluctantly abandoning his training, he headed towards the GR door. He always knew when something was wrong with Trunks, even with his future counterpart. Back when the Z warriors were facing-off with Bojack and his crew, shortly after Kakorott had died, while Mirai was still in the present time, Vegeta went to help them fight, but only because he had the feeling that Mirai was in trouble. Succumbing to his instincts, he appeared on the battle field right in time to prevent the boy from being impaled with a hell of a mystical weapon***. Yes, He always knew when something was up with the boy, his feelings were as easy to read as his mother's and his sister's. But whatever was up had better be worth his precious training time, or this would not end well.
So the prince made his way up the two flights of stairs towards Trunks' room. Halfway there, he paused. 'Hn, the boy's not even on this floor'. He tried sensing his energy, and he traced the boy's ki to the second floor. 'That's strange', Vegeta thought, the boy's energy signal could be felt to be inside the old guestroom where he used to sleep when he had just started living on Earth. It was in that room that he and Bulma had finally broken the tension between them in a night of fiery passion, it was there that he had claimed her as his own, and of course it was there that Trunks had been conceived. The room was valued as sacred to Bulma and Vegeta, and they never allowed anyone in there, unless for cleaning purposes and of course they visited it occasionally when they felt like reliving the past. Vegeta insisted that place of a saiyin's first mating and bonding, was to be held sacred, especially if he was of royal blood; Bulma just thought it was romantic, and therefore, the room was publicized to the family as out- of- bounds, under the guise that it was still Vegeta's room and he hated having his personal space invaded. Hence the room was special to them, and Trunks knew it was private, so why the hell would he be in there. Vegeta scowled, 'the boy would pay dearly for this'. As he approached the room, he felt the boy's ki spike in a rather unusual way that happened to feel strangely familiar to Vegeta. 'What could he be doing in there?'
He paused for a while, and then it hit him. 'Of course', that's the same way his own ki had spiked on numerous occasions, how could he not tell.
Yes, the boy was definitely going to pay.
End of Chapter 2
*Is that the currency they use? Wasn't sure.
*** DBZ Movie- Bojack Unbound
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