Author's Notes:

This chapter kinda got away from me so that's how it ended up so long. But I'm pretty proud of this one. Lots of detailed smut :).

Enjoy.

*lemons*


Chapter 15: Boxing, Babies, and Bath Time

Bulma stood before Vegeta in the middle of the practice ring. He had those punching mitts of his in his hands. He threw them down on the floor and stepped forward.

"Okay. We're going to doing some focus mitt training. Training on the focus mitts is one of the best ways to develop your fighting reflexes, punching technique, defense technique, and fighting strategy. Mittwork is also the most realistic fight training simulation next to sparring. It helps develop your fighting reflexes, offensive and defensive skills, as well as rhythm, timing, and accuracy (1). Today we're focusing on you getting your punches down. There are five main types of punches and then everything else is just combinations. You have your left straight, or your jab. Right straight, which is a right cross and that can turn into an overhand right by looping your elbow. Your left hook. Then your left and right uppercuts." Vegeta demonstrated each punch as he listed them. "Now you can't forget about footwork. You have your basic step-drag. This prevents you from crossing your feet and making you fall off balance. And the pivot. You can use it defensively to avoid attacks, or offensively to find new punching angles and it can be useful for counter-punching by taking you out of harm's way while still keeping you in range to throw counter punches." (2)

This is not what Bulma was suggesting when she wanted him to make her sweat. They were just kissing a moment ago for crying out loud. She wanted to feel his naked body tightly against hers. "This is not what I had in mind when you told me to get into the ring." She crossed her arms over her chest, a defiant look in her eye.

Vegeta smirked at her frustrated expression. "You get a chance to punch me," he tried to entice her.

"I was wanting to punch you earlier. Now I just want to ride you like it's going out of style," she said with a smirk. It's hard to be sexy when your hands look like giant balloons.

Vegeta gave his shit-eating grin. "Vulgar woman. Do this and I'll see what I can do about the other thing." Bulma's smirk vanished as everything below the belt clenched pleasantly. She shook her head. "Show me the punches again." Vegeta stepped forward and demonstrated each punch, helping her with her form as she practiced them herself.

"Okay. You ready?" Vegeta asked a few minutes later.

Bulma nodded.

"Throw a right cross."

Bulma rotated her hips and pivoted on her right foot. Her gloved fist aimed for the mitt covering Vegeta's hand and made contact. Bulma was surprised when he pushed back. She stumbled a little.

She looked up at him in anger. "You didn't tell me that you were going to punch back!"

"That's the point of utilizing mittwork. If I'm not punching back, then it'd be no different than hitting the weighted-bag."

"You could've warned me," Bulma grumbled.

"Come on, woman. Again. Give me a 1-2-3b combo."

Bulma groaned but followed his instructions. She already knew what a domineering jackass of a trainer Vegeta could be. And she didn't want him berating her from trying to slack off.

Their training was interrupted about twenty minutes later by Panchy.

"Hey kids! Figured you two were hungry so I brought you guys something to eat." She carried a tray filled with different types of finger sandwiches and an assorted cheese and charcuterie board.

Vegeta and Bulma relaxed their stances. They were both sweaty. Vegeta helped Bulma down from the ring. Her arms felt kind of like jello. Vegeta pulled off Bulma's gloves for her and handed her a towel.

They made their way over to the gym's kitchen.

"Thanks, mom."

"Thank you, Mrs. Briefs."

"Oh, Vegeta. Call me Panchy. Now you two eat up. It looks like you've been working very hard in here." Her eyebrows scrunched up. It looks like they really have just been working out, Panchy thought a little disappointedly.

Vegeta followed Bulma to the kitchen in the gym and stood at the counter with her. Panchy stood by awkwardly.

"So how has everything been? It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you, Vegeta."

"Mom, you literally saw us a few days ago." Bulma blushed remembering how Panchy had walked in on them the other morning.

"Oh, honey. You know how my memory is. Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone. Enjoy the food!" And with that, Panchy left the gym.

Vegeta stared after her. That was an abrupt departure, he thought. "Your mother is a strange woman."

"Tell me about it. I'm just glad she hasn't brought up anything regarding grandchildren yet." Bulma hoisted herself up on the counter and took a sandwich from the tray. She noticed Vegeta balk at the mention of children. Her face grew warm. "Not that I'm ready to have kids right now!" She shouted, throwing her hands up in front of her. Vegeta just stared. "I mean maybe some day. I think I'd like being a mom. But I want a career right now, you know, take over the family company. And I need to finish school first-"

Vegeta stepped in between Bulma's knees. "Woman." He looked at her with deadly serious eyes. "Shut up."

Bulma swallowed. "Sorry." She looked down and took another bite of her sandwich. "Do you not want kids?" She asked tentatively. Oh god. We're having this discussion. It's only been a week!

Vegeta looked like he was about to be sick. Oh no, Bulma thought. "What is it?"

"I'm not having this discussion right now." He stepped away from her, grabbed a couple sandwiches from the tray, and went to lean against the other side of the counter.

Bulma ducked her head, avoiding Vegeta's face. He doesn't want kids. Why does that make me feel so sad?

"For fuck's sake, woman!"

Bulma looked up at his outburst.

"Stop it." His scowl intensified.

"Stop what?"

"Stop acting like I just ran over your puppy. I never even answered your question."

Bulma sat up straighter. "So you do want kids?"

"I don't fucking know! Okay. End of discussion." He aggressively bit into his sandwich.

Bulma had a weird feeling in her gut. There was something he wasn't telling her. She nibbled quietly at her sandwich. Her mind was racing. So he doesn't want kids. Well he said he doesn't know if he wants kids. I wonder why. Could it have something to do with Frieza? Or is it just because he lost his parents so young? Or does he think he won't make a good father?

"Christ!" Vegeta bellowed suddenly. Bulma jumped at the unexpected noise. She turned her face toward him. She felt a little guilty for some reason. "Is this what you really want to talk about right now, Bulma?!"

He sounded so angry. But Bulma could also sense a deep-seated fear in his expression. She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean it came up so now I can't stop thinking about it."

"You're the one who brought it up!"

"Yeah, well I didn't think you were going to have that kind of reaction to the mere mention of children!" She was on her feet now, her sandwich forgotten.

"What man wants to talk about that?! All I care about is fighting and fucking right now!"

"Oh that's great, Vegeta. I'm glad I can provide you with orifices to stick your dick in! And I hope the last half hour was great for you as you fucking punched me around the ring!" Bulma was furious. How dare he!

Vegeta was shaking with anger. He stepped in front of Bulma. They were standing a few centimeters apart. Both of their breathing was ragged. They just stared daggers at each other. Until, finally, Vegeta broke the silence.

"I didn't mean that how it sounded." His voice was quiet.

"What did you mean then?"

He'd never heard Bulma's voice sound like that before. Distraught and enraged and disbelieving. He ran his hand through his hair and growled. "I was mad. That's it." He went to touch her arm but she pulled away. "I don't think of you as just someone to fuck, okay. I..." he trailed off. He let out a huff of air, suddenly determined. "I love you. I've never felt this way about anyone before and I don't want to feel this way about anyone but you."

Bulma's jaw dropped in shock. "Whoa." She hadn't realized she said that out loud.

"Yeah." Vegeta did the nervous neck rub she'd seen Goku do so many times before. It was cute. But she wasn't about to be deterred from getting her answer. She wasn't anything if not persistent.

"Then tell me why."

Vegeta looked confused. "Why?"

"Why you don't want kids."

"Oh come on !"

"I need to know."

"Why?!" He said frustratedly. "Why do you need to know?" Vegeta wasn't ready to drop this bombshell on her.

"I just do." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Tell me."

He fisted his hands in his hair and turned his back on her.

"Why, Vegeta."

"Because I don't want my kid to end up in Frieza's hands!" He shouted, turning back to face her.

Bulma's face fell. They stood there silently staring at each other. Crap, Vegeta thought.

"What?" Bulma whispered in a daze.

Vegeta was furious with himself. Here he had been so careful not to bring this shit up, and he ends up shouting it at the woman.

He took a deep breath and in a quiet voice said, "I can't afford to get you pregnant. Not until this shit with the Cold Empire is over with. And who even knows if it'd be okay after that."

"I don't understand..." Bulma was still in a daze. "Why would me getting pregnant be a problem?"

"I'm technically a prince. My mother's parents were Nobles. Doesn't mean much nowadays, but it did back then and it was important to the community." Vegeta paused. "My kid would be royalty too. Technically." He shrugged.

"And what's that have to do with Frieza?"

Vegeta's hands clenched into fists. "He told me once." His voice shook with ill-contained rage. "He told me that if I ever had a son, he'd kill its mother before my eyes then me and raise the kid himself. To have a prince at his side to do his bidding. And if I were to have a daughter..." A cold chill ran up Vegeta's spine.

Bulma was numb. She still didn't understand. This was just so bizarre. "But... why? I don't get it..."

"The man is evil, Bulma. He doesn't ever have to explain his actions. He just does them. He only wants me to suffer as much as possible. He doesn't have to make sense while doing it."

"So we can never have kids..." Bulma wasn't aware she was speaking out loud again.

Vegeta rushed over to her. "Hey." She tilted her face up to him. "It'll be okay." He held her to his chest, stroking her back.

A few tears escaped Bulma's eyelids. She didn't know why she was so upset. She never really thought about being a mom. She was too focused on her research and inventions. And taking over Capsule Corp. at some point. Was it the possibility of not being able to have kids with Vegeta that made her so upset? She hadn't thought about it before then, but the image of a little blue-haired baby with Vegeta's scowl came to the forefront of Bulma's mind. She wanted that. She wanted that simple life with Vegeta. And the fact that Vegeta was so scared of what would happen to her and their would be child made her heart leap into her throat.

"Is it just because of Frieza?" She asked. She needed to know.

Vegeta sighed, exasperated. "Growing up, I always saw having a family, a wife and kids, as weaknesses. They'd always be in the line of fire. Always in danger of someone harming them. I've had a target on my back my entire life. I don't want to drag a kid into my shit too. To have them grow up in fear like I did. It's bad enough that I'm dragging you into my world."

Bulma's heart broke. So it wasn't because he didn't want to. He was just afraid. Bulma wiped away her silent tears. "Okay," she said. If she couldn't have a normal simple life, she'd be okay settling into this life with Vegeta. My life has never been normal anyways.

Vegeta let out a derisive laugh. "That's it? You yell at me and demand why I don't want kids and all you say is okay?"

Bulma shrugged. "I understand now."

"God, you are impossible, woman." He hugged her tighter.

"You still love me?" She asked.

"Tch. Yeah. Unfortunately."

She slapped him lightly in the chest. "Let's just forget about this, okay." She just wanted to be with Vegeta, how ever she could get him.

He looked down at her skeptically. "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't want to fight with you about this. And I told you, I get where you're coming from now. You don't have to worry, no kids is fine with me for the time being." Her imagined simple life was mainly because she wanted Vegeta to be able to have that life. For him to have the life he wasn't able to have as a kid. But she knew that wasn't possible. You can't change the past. So she'll live in the now. Wherever it takes them.

"Just like that? You're fine?"

"Yup."

"We went through all of that just for you to tell me that you actually don't want kids?"

Bulma shrugged again. "Pretty much."

Vegeta released an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

Bulma giggled. "Hmmm, how about letting me join you in a bubble bath?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "A bubble bath, huh?"

Bulma nodded enthusiastically.

Vegeta let her go. "Lead the way, woman."

Vegeta found himself standing barefoot in Bulma's big en-suite bathroom in her old bedroom at Capsule Corp. The room was huge. A giant glass and stone paneled shower. Two countertops, one with double sinks and the other laden with beauty products. The toilet was off to the side in its own water closet. The entire main room was a wet room. And the bathtub was humungous. This is more like a jacuzzi than a bathtub, Vegeta thought. It was set deep into the corner of the bathroom. There were curved steps leading up to it to get in. A bunch of jets lined the sides of the tub and there were even cup holders along the ledge, almost hidden underneath the dozens of candles that were scattered along the edges.

Bulma sauntered into the room with two stemless glasses of pale pink substance.

"Wine? Really?" Vegeta smirked at her, raising an eyebrow.

Bulma blushed. "What?"

"Nothing."

She handed him the glasses of wine grumpily. "Hold these while I get the bath started."

He watched her move over to turn on the faucet. She dumped some liquid under the running water. He gazed at her with desire in his eyes, loving the way her ass looked as she leaned over.

When Bulma turned around she caught Vegeta staring at her.

"Were you just checking out my ass, Ouji?"

Vegeta nodded his head slowly, jaw slack. "I most definitely was, Miss Briefs." His voice was low and gravelly. It made Bulma wet just hearing it. And seeing the look in his eyes didn't help.

The room started to fill with the sweet scent of strawberries. Vegeta moved closer to her and placed the wine glasses in their respective cup holders. He leaned back up and stood in front of Bulma. "What now, woman?"

Bulma raised a questioning eyebrow.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me."

Bulma's jaw dropped. "What?" She whispered aghast.

"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." He enunciated each word, each time taking a step closer.

"Take your shirt off," Bulma commanded quietly.

Vegeta just smiled and slowly lifted his shirt over his torso, putting on a show. He dropped it unceremoniously to the floor. "What now?"

"Shorts too."

Vegeta quickly undid the tie on his shorts and dropped them to feet, flinging them aside. He stood before her gloriously naked and confident. His pride swelled as he watched the woman's eyes fixate on his growing erection. He interrupted her staring with, "and what about you?"

Bulma looked up at his face. "Undress me."

His face broke into a delighted grin. "Happily." He immediately grabbed her crop top and discarded it somewhere. He struggled getting her out of her sports bra, making Bulma giggle as she lended him a hand. "Stupid things," Vegeta grumbled. He got on his knees and pulled her hips toward his face. He looked up at her from the ground, slowly slipping her panties and shorts down her legs in one go.

Bulma couldn't keep still. She kept trying to rub her thighs together at Vegeta's intense staring. She lifted first her left foot then her right, stepping out of her bottoms as Vegeta tossed them aside.

"Ah!" Bulma yelled as Vegeta buried his face into the blue curls at the apex of her thighs.

"You smell fucking delicious," Vegeta rasped. He lightly flicked his tongue out to Bulma's center. He loved her taste. He stood up abruptly, startling Bulma. "What now?"

Bulma didn't say a word. She just turned, walking leisurely into the tub. She turned off the water and sank below into the small cloud of bubbles. "Join me."

Vegeta did as he was told, stepping up into the tub and descending into the warm water. He walked straight up to where she sat along the bench, leaning his face down as if he were about to kiss her. But he didn't. Instead he asked, "how do you turn on these jets?"

Bulma wasn't expecting that question. She moved her hand from the soapy water to reach behind a set of candles, grabbing a small remote and handed it to Vegeta.

"Go over there and kneel in front of one of those jets," he commanded. Oh... Bulma had an idea of what he was up to and she did as instructed.

Vegeta came up behind her and spread her thighs further apart, aiming her opening at the jet. He pressed a button on the remote and Bulma gasped. A slow rush of water began rhythmically against her vulva. She couldn't help her moans. This is hot! I'm unbelievably turned on right now, Bulma whined in her head. Vegeta place his hands on her hips. Somehow he'd found a bottle of body oil and began rubbing it over Bulma. On her shoulders. Down her back. Over her breasts. Between her ass cheeks. He touched her everywhere but the place she needed him most. Vegeta noticed how frustrated she was getting. He chuckled darkly in her ear. "Impatient are we?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed. With the jet aimed at her clit and his hands on her body, she was going wild. She needed release soon. Like now soon.

Vegeta seemed to decide to placate her. She could suddenly feel his erection against her when before he was only touching her with his hands. His front pressed against her back and he began slowly torturing her, sliding his length along her opening, feeling her.

"God, I can feel how slick you are even through the water," Vegeta groaned in her ear. He started kissing down her neck. He tweaked her nipples between his fingers and entered her from behind.

"Ah. Ohhhh-" Bulma leaned up on the lip of the tub, her thoughts and words a garbled mess. Damn, this feels amazing! She could hear Vegeta breathing hard in her ear. The jet stream was still playing against her core. His hands sliding over her oiled skin was driving her mad.

But Vegeta was taking his time. Slowly pulling out and pushing back in as equally as slowly. He wanted to feel her. To claim her. She was his. And he was making slow, sweet love to her.

"Vegeta," Bulma moaned. "Faster. Please."

"But I want to take my time with you..." He nipped at her ear.

"I can't take it anymore. I need you."

"Mmmm. Tell me what you need."

"Fuck me! Pound into me! I need you fast and hard inside my pussy!"

"Happy to oblige, baby." His tempo changed instantly. He slammed into her, bottoming out and quickly pulling back only to ram into her again.

"Yes!" Bulma screamed. She grabbed onto ledge of the tub for dear life. The jet was hitting her in just the right way. And feeling Vegeta's cock claiming her like he was was making her shake. She could feel her orgasm building.

"Come on, baby. You wanted it fast and hard. Now give it to me," Vegeta gruffed out.

"Oh god! Oh god! Vegeta!"

"Yes! Cum on my cock, woman."

"Oh Ve-geta! I'm-I'm c-cu-cummming!"

"Oh Bulma!" Vegeta screamed as he came inside her.

They both slumped against the edge of the tub, completely spent. Vegeta moved to sit on the bench and brought Bulma on his lap with him. He began circling her clit as he held her.

"Ah!" She was so sensitive right now, but she couldn't help but love Vegeta's fingers on her.

"Come on, Bulma. I want another one before we go to bed."

Bulma tossed her head from side to side. "I-I can't," she breathed out.

"Yes you can." He pushed his fingered against her a little harder and sped up his movements.

Without warning another orgasm overtook her and she screamed out her release.

"Good job, baby." Vegeta washed hers and his juices from Bulma as best he could. She just leaned back against him, practically unconscious. He carried her out of the tub.

Bulma was dead on her feel as Vegeta dried her off with a big fluffy towel. He guided her to the bed and pulled the covers over her. He joined her on the other side, cuddling her from behind. He kissed her below the ear.

"I love you, Bulma."

"Lub yoo tu, 'Geta."


Author's Note:

We finally find out that little secret Vegeta's been hiding.

I tried very hard to make this plot point make sense so I hope it reads well.

Love you guys!

(1) Boxing Focus Mitt /boxing-focus-mitt-training

(2) The BEGINNER'S Guide to /the-beginners-guide-to-boxing