Warning: I tried to write it. If it sucks, you have been warned. I do not write this because I'm bad at it. Please be advised.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
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Chapter 12: The Interlude
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Waiting it was not really her strongest suit.
For Bulma events at home were constantly in full motion. Life was never such an easy going attitude. From propositions to new schematics to dealing with the oh so rowdy press. Not to mention there was always Vegeta yelling down her throat about fixing the GR or some bot she had just built for him practically an hour ago.
Bulma inwardly sighed.
Now here she was sitting on this rock completely under the depths of water far far away from society and tasked with the challenge to sit still without her hands to be fiddling with some sort of contraption.
'This is hell.' Bulma thought as she rocked back and forth. This was all so unnerving considering her nearby companion.
Bulma felt her mouth twitch at the reminder.
All this time she was trying her hardest to stare directly at the wall which hadn't change in the slightest. Its interest factor starting to ware as well as her determination to avoid Vegetto's ever musing gaze.
Bulma wondered why he wasn't more interested on the situation on hand. War was uprising on the planet and he could be having a series of battles. Something she knew he couldn't resist. 'Both Vegeta and Goku alike.'
Bulma groaned eyes slightly narrowing as she felt his lingering gaze. It was beginning to drive her off the edge, even with the constant rocking, she would feel her leg just itching to tap away at the floor.
It was then that Bulma felt her lips line out of frustration.
This was so very unlike her.
If only she had that punch – that drive that made her cheeks blow up as she screamed at Vegeta with all her might. She had done it a million times, and even shouted a couple more at Vegetto when they first met up. She should be doing that now, but every time she had urged her body to face him, it wouldn't respond. The feeling of anger dwindling in her body.
It just didn't make sense that she was feeling so powerless.
All she had to do was face the Saiyan menace and tell him off but then there was always that problem was holding her back.
That damned glint of mortification in her cheeks.
A reddening color which Bulma was very displeased with. If only she had not allowed it to show.
'I never meant to be so forward.' Bulma thought with another groan as she scratched her hair with her left hand. The bluenette found herself tilting slightly back with a small hum. She desperately furrowed her brows trying her hardest to capture the problem without losing herself in the process.
'I mean I've always been a very forward person but this was-' Bulma paused the burning feeling rushing to her cheeks again as she drooped her head in depression. 'Extremely different.'
'Why did I do that?' Bulma questioned, 'Why did I say-,'
'I love you, Goku,' The words recalled in the depths of her threshold and Bulma wanted to inwardly slap herself. 'Yes that.'
Bulma groaned. She had never meant to let that slip out. After all she was perfectly happy with her relationship to Vegeta. She absolutely loved being at his side more so than her little teenage adventures with Goku.
'I love you, Goku.'
Her confession rang through her mind once more and Bulma knew she was placing her hands over her eyes rubbing them out of disappointment. She wished she could rewind but the damage was done and now he was undoubtedly waiting for her to answer it.
At least she figured that's why he wasn't pestering her. He simply would just irk the question out of her.
Bulma felt her fists clench her in lap, taking in a deep breath as she tilted her head slowly in his direction. Bulma winced slightly with twitching eye when she noticed that he was indeed still studying her like she was one of his science projects.
Bulma felt her lips twitch into a snarl but she managed to seize herself from letting him get the best of her. Her hands flattened back onto her pants and she flashed him a small smile.
"It doesn't matter. It would have never worked." Bulma said pointedly. Her heart waved at this but she stood her ground. "Goku loved the outdoors, the freedom, and I was always tied down to work, tied down to the life of fame. It wouldn't have worked."
She watched his mouth open, but her heart shot forward, afraid of his words.
Afraid he'd counter her argument that she worked so hard to built up.
Afraid to hear the possibility that Goku was not out of reach as she always imagined. "V-Vegeta and I are much more compatible." She insisted. "I grew up spoiled like a princess and well Vegeta's a prince. We may fight a lot but we understand the challenges our roles play. We compliment each other. I'm happy with Vegeta. I don't need Goku."
With that Vegetto slowly made his way over to her and she paled – fearing she may have upset him. After all he did have a bit of Goku in him. Bulma felt herself push against the rock, leaning forward but not getting on her feet. She gazed at the Saiyan with bright orbs even though her hands were shaking like a leaf.
"I didn't mean it like that. I—What I meant was that I don't need to rely on him as much anymore. I was just a teenager back then for Dende's sake!" Bulma shouted slamming her right hand against the rock as Vegetto now stood in front of her, hands crossing his chest, looking down at her with bemusement. Bulma felt her lip quiver, "Don't laugh at me." She said in a low voice turning her head away. "I was weak back then..."
"Bulma-" Vegetto began but she stopped him as she shot up on her feet and faced him. Not caring what he saw – what he would think of her. She had to do this.
"It was hard for me. After the fall out with Yamacha...After finding out he was flirting with other women -I didn't feel as secure anymore Vegetto! I kept thinking about how I should be stronger and maybe someone would notice me but look at me, I'm not a fighter! I can't even open a jar of mayonnaise without needing some sort of assistance."
"Bulma-"
"No, someone needs to know! Someone ought to understand why I went to Namek. I didn't do it to show off. I just wanted to be of use to someone!"
"Bulma-"
"To someone I cared about! To someone like Goku...To someone like Goku..."Bulma trailed off, and found herself dropping back to the rock for comfort. She sat and laughed to herself bitterly placing hands over her eyes as her mind traced back to past memories. "Goku was the only other person I really knew at the time so of course I still had fleeting feelings for him. If I hadn't met Vegeta, I would probably would have been suckered back into a relationship with Yamacha. Goku had Chichi. I was on my own at that point."
"Bulma-" Bulma groaned finally dropping her hands and glaring at the blanked faced Super Saiyan.
"What?" She snapped finally giving him her full attention. Which in turn caused Vegetto to start laughing much to her annoyance.
"How would you like to go home?" He questioned, and everything she had just been worrying about just vanished in thin air. Her brain just felt broken, as she blinked a couple of times, analyzing his words carefully.
"Home?" She echoed in confusion, and Vegetto broke out into a grin. Bulma's brow rose at this.
Of course she'd rather be at home – anything – to be away from these sudden emerging feelings.
Every moment she spent with him, the more she felt like she was suffocating. She didn't know how long she could last without having every part of her being exposed to this man. "I-I do miss it." She replied honestly. Although knowing well that Trunks was only just a few meters away. Waiting to be graced with her bubbly smile.
Bulma blinked once again as she felt Vegetto place his right hand on her shoulder, laughing a bit.
"Sure no problem B." He told her while he used his left hand to press two fingers to his forehead. She gasped in realization of what he was planning to do.
"Veg-
etto."
She breathed out and almost went into shock when she took in the fact that she was now back in her room. That she was now sitting on her bed with Vegetto standing at the edge of it as if nothing had transpired. Bulma sputtered.
They just had crossed through the galaxy in two fucking seconds and Vegetto was acting like it was just another walk in the park! "Have fun!" He announced, pulling his right hand from her shoulder. His left fingers still pressed to his forehead.
Bulma growled, snapping focus, getting up faster than she could ever muster and grabbed hold of his ki. A deep scowl growing across her face.
"Don't you dare leave me behind! I'm just as much as part of this journey as you are!" Bulma screeched. Vegetto tilted his head in confusion whilst powering down, and she grit her teeth in frustration. "Didn't you hear anything I said?!"
"I'm just going to talk to Dende and Piccolo. I'll be back in ten minutes tops." He replied innocently, and she froze. She could see him grinning now as he removed her grip from him. "Ten minutes to gather what you need, and then well head back to Namek. So enjoy – you've been really cranky lately Bulma – you need to relax more."
With that – he was gone and Bulma fell back on her bed with open mouth. A snap went off in her head, and Bulma took a fist full of her comforter before letting it go with a laugh.
'Fuck this, I'm taking a shower.'
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Nostalgia...Bliss..Relaxation...
Bulma hummed in delight as hot water graced her aching back. Washing away the dirt, washing away the adventures. Its warmth rejuvenating her inner fire with its treasured touch. Bulma held the soap in her hand like it had become something beloved.
She was so happy. Finally her hair died down from its frizzled state. The shampoo and conditioner working as intended making the trip a thing of the past. She was really back at home. She could dance in the shower, and no one would see. She could sing, and no one would hear!
Bulma could be herself, and no one could change that. She should have taken a bath, and let herself be engulfed by the bubbling joy of true peace. Bulma let out a laugh, tossing the soap over her shoulder.
She was in heaven!
Bulma would have laughed for hours on end, but when the bluenette looked at her hands something slowed and she grimaced at the reminder.
She had wanted the next time she did something like this – she would have been in Vegeta's arms not alone. Bulma swallowed, the water turning slightly colder then she wanted it so she turned it even higher than before.
Anything to beat the truth.
In the back of her mind Bulma pictured a fantasy. A fantasy where Vegeta stood in front of her, and pulled her to him. Allowing her to absorb that he was hugging her, truly, as if they were married, and not just pretending for Trunk's sake. Hands joined together mingling in bliss as he pressed her against the wall, kissing her oh so passionately.
Bulma smiled at the thought.
Despite his rough exterior – Vegeta was always so gentle in bed. Always careful not to break her – but always so dismissive of it. Reveling had he had not been he would have lost a good fuck on this shitty planet he was tied down to.
Bulma smile widened. She could picture it now. Him on top of her, nibbling at her neck where he had claimed her. He would swear to her over and over how he couldn't wait for the day where he would crush her tiny insignificant form with a flick of the wrist. That of course would come soon enough but not before he at least got a taste of that 'bitchy' mouth of hers. Her very own Saiyan Prince. A true savage, much to her delight.
Bulma felt her cheeks burn at the fantasy. She covered her eyes, out of embarrassment, and partially do to the reaction in her body was displaying because of it. The temperature certainly not helping as much as she wanted it to as her legs quivered like a giddy virgin who was about to get their cheery popped. Bulma let out a loose sigh.
'If only Vegeta was here instead of well...
Vegetto...'
"You called?"
A voice appeared irking Bulma as she inwardly cursed.
There was just no way – he was in here.
She was hearing him out of frustration. Bulma nodded at this and slowly peered through the spaces in her fingers to see Vegetto standing there dressed in his usual attire. Clearly not caring at the obvious breach in her much needed privacy.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She practically screeched while covering her chest with her hands despite knowing well he had seen plenty.
"I didn't know!" He retaliated his own flush across his face. "I just heard you call me!"
Bulma grit her teeth at the accusation.
"I did not – I would not – JUST GET OUT! VEGETTO !"
"I will admit its good to see you back to normal Bulma." Vegetto commented with a snicker despite being yelled at by a very flustered Bulma Briefs. Something even Vegeta would cringe at knowing well he really was in deep shit for. "But wow," He continued with a wolf like whistle in his tone, "You're really beautiful when your angry. Maybe it just suits you."
Bulma could only just stare at him with disbelief. She look beautiful when she was angry? Ha!
Bulma rolled her eyes and turned away from him, grumbling insults under her breath. She didn't need to entertain such a fool. She knew they would need to return to Namek and he was ruining her 'moment.'
"Don't make me use the faucet Vegetto." She sneered, "I ensure you that its cold chill is worse than any pan Chichi could throw at you. Goku and Vegeta both knew better. I will make sure you taste its wrath too if you keep it up like this."
When she didn't hear anything in response she felt her tense shoulders relax, and her bangs fell over her face.
'This is how things are supposed to be.' She told herself as the water's temperature caught up in her mind again. Its cold chill, a reminder of her future. The future that Mirai Trunks told her about. A life without Vegeta. A life with her being the grounding pinnacle of what was left.
Her responsibility to her son.
She could not cry, she could not grieve.
She needed to be strong.
"It doesn't make you weak to grieve Bulma." His voice pierced behind her, and she felt herself spinning quickly in his direction.
To see him.
To see him!
Vegetto,
He never left her side...
She wanted to open her mouth and curse at him but she couldn't and instead made movement to slap him.
Yet she in her usual luck, she managed to slip on the Dende-be-damned soap, and ended up falling into him. The two of them toppling over the curtain and out the shower with a thud.
Bulma groaned and opened her eyes slowly to see that Vegetto was coming into view as well as lots and lots of heat.
By Dende, she was on top of him, almost straddling him!
Worst of all being the fact that she was point blank naked!
Bulma more than anything wanted to scurry away then, she flushed, trying to pick herself up but froze when his arm caught hold of her left wrist. "Are you okay?" He questioned, stunning her silent as her eyes fell to his own dark orbs.
"...Yes..." She managed with a swallow.
"I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly. She had wanted to scream at him, but the words were caught in the back of her throat. Instead a sweat rolled down her face and she was forced to talk to him calmly.
"I was just surprised was all." She replied honestly, and settled on just sitting on top of him while using her freed right hand to push blue strands of hair behind her ear. Bulma scoffed. "To be honest, I'm not used to hearing nice sentimental things. I'm," she paused feeling her body tighten, "I'm not used to being consoled this way..."
"Would it be better if I insult you?" Bulma shook her head.
"No, I don't think it will help...Maybe hearing insults is just something I expect out of him. I don't think I could handle hearing it from you for some reason. How odd. I've really become such an idiot." Bulma found herself sniffle at this. She also felt like it was getting colder and colder by the minute Maybe from the temperature alone or maybe from the anguish buried deep inside her heart.
'So much for being a genius.' Bulma bitterly thought as everything blurred out around her.
Luckily Vegetto being the persistent one, reached out to her and pressed his left hand to her cheek.
"Your stronger than you realize." He told her as a matter of fact and she had no choice but to accept it. She allowed herself to relax into his touch with closed lids. It made the cold feeling dissipate with each second. "That's why I'm here, and not elsewhere."
Before she could protest, moved from underneath her and now had her pressed against the back of the tub. Him hovering over her, and she flushed as he was getting closer.
She closed her eyes, expecting some sort of kiss, but instead the Saiyan now rested his head into the crotch of her neck for support. With wide eyes, she heard him hum. "You smell so nice."
Bulma's eyes practically wanted to fall from her sockets and she knew it too when she could hear the sound of her own heart drumming against her chest in excitement. She took a deep breathe, and tried to push the feeling aside her.
"Yes that's what happens when someone takes a good clean shower Vegetto." She informed with annoyance ringing through her voice. "Maybe you ought to-"
Bulma could no longer speak. Her breath hitching at the top of her throat when she felt him delivering light kisses down the side of her neck. "Wha-" She was almost able to breathe out in question before she let out a sharp gasp, his left hand swiftly passing over her left breast. Teasing it with a twist and she swore she felt a wetness between her thighs as she arched against his touch. "Vegetto-" She moaned senselessly as he made circle-like massages around her nipples. The sensation flooding a new found of need throughout her body.
With every second she knew, by her tightening jaw, that there was an unmistakeable throb from down there, and she didn't know what she to do about it.
Oh how she wanted him to touch her.
Oh how she needed the pulsing feeling to subside.
Yet when his gloved hand found its way to stroke against her inner thigh Bulma's thoughts went else where.
'Vegeta.' Her minds voice called, and Bulma seemingly snapped to. Halting everything as she shot forward and grabbed hold of Vegetto's hand with a sense of urgency.
"T-There's still a chance with the dragon balls." She sputtered. "I can't do this."
"Bulma?"
"I don't want Chichi to be right. I don't want to be someone who doesn't cherish their relationships. I have to know. I have to find out if there's a chance that Vegeta will return. I love him." Bulma threw herself into him with a fit of sobs.
By this point Vegetto had stiffened and she couldn't blame him.
She was a total bitch for blowing him off.
No good.
Lousy.
Not worth the effort.
"You have no idea how wrong you are about that." His voice came at last with a laugh. "Honestly my one regret if the dragon balls do separate Goku and Vegeta again is that I won't be able to hold you like this ever again." Bulma let out a hoarse laugh, shaking her head.
"I don't know why you'd want to."
"Because I can do for you what Vegeta can't...I can tell you how much I love you too." Bulma stiffened with widened eyes as he slowly pushed her away. He got back on his feet, and turned away from her. "I wish," He began, frustration ringing in his tone, "I wish the dragon balls will fail for you Bulma. I really do."
With that – he vanished – leaving her to gather her composure.
After all they still had a mission they had to get back to...
The Dragon Balls.
She felt herself looking at her hands once more.
Was she making the right decision?
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