By Fate, We Fell in Love
A/N: Reading my stories, you are going to get all kinds of music thrown at you. =) My favorite is R&B. What's yours?
Thanks again for the reviews, follows, and favorites guys! =)
Sidenote: There are people who are pro Bulma/Yamcha out there! I'm appalled! Lol I know, I know, duh Leximus! Not everyone is a B/V fan. Well, dammit, they should be…lol ;-)
*Also, I found in my memory box a bunch of DBZ stickers, my old drawings, and my Vegeta action figure with 3 dragon balls. It's the Vegeta who was dead and fighting Buu cause he has a halo! I forgot I had that stuff!*
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, meantime
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark- Fall Out Boy
Bulma stared at the ceiling, feeling conflicted. She was battling sleep, trying to piece her thoughts together. She was losing the fight but the last thing she could remember thinking about before sleep over came her was "Vegeta would probably make a great lover…" and sleep finally won.
The next morning, Bulma woke up earlier than normal to meet Vegeta downstairs for breakfast. She dressed in her workout clothes and hair pulled up in a ponytail so she could head to the gym after breakfast. She half ran out her room, almost knocking over a maid. She apologized before heading down the stairs. On her way to the kitchen, she passed her father and his kitten walking to the front door.
"Good morning, Bulma. Why the rush?" Dr. Briefs asked. Bulma stopped to speak to her father.
"Good morning, Dad. No reason, just warming up before my workout." She said with a smile before continuing her path to the kitchen. She came sauntering into the kitchen, being greeted only by her mother.
"Good morning, Bulma. You're up early." Her mother said, smiling, stirring her oatmeal. Bulma looked around the kitchen, seeing no signs of the Saiyan prince. She sat down opposite of her mother, making herself a bowl of oatmeal.
"Hey mom, have you seen Vegeta?" Bulma asked, trying to sound nonchalantly.
"He's already out training. I don't even think he ate breakfast yet." Mrs. Briefs said, looking out the kitchen window behind her. "That poor boy needs his nourishment." she added. Bulma felt her heart sank a bit. She didn't understand why she really wanted to see Vegeta this morning. Maybe it was that kiss. She wasn't allowed to continue to search her thoughts for reason as she was interrupted by a familiar face.
"Good morning Mrs. Briefs." Yamcha said, giving her mother a wave. He kissed Bulma's head before sitting beside her. "Good morning love." Yamcha said, handing Bulma a few DVDs wrapped around a ribbon and tied with a bow. Bulma took the gift, eyeing the movies in her possession.
"Got you these, so you have something else to do around here." Yamcha said smiling meekly. Bulma gave him a sweet smirk and began to open the ribbon. Inside were Iron Man 3, White House Down, Man of Steel, and the Conjuring.
"Nice selection." Bulma admitted, planning to watch those after her workout.
"How sweet of you Yamcha! Ohh, I remember when your father and I were just dating, he would do the same things for me. And he still does!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed clasping her hands tightly. She then proceeded to talk both the young adults' ears off about the days of courtship with Dr. Briefs. Yamcha gladly joined in the conversation with her, asking questions and showing interest. Bulma bit her bottom lip, taking in her life one breath at a time. Looking down into her oatmeal, reality came crashing down upon her. She again had to face the reality that this was what her life was becoming. It was time to settle down and end the adventures. She was getting too old to continue to run off to planets, chase down the bad guys, and constantly put her life at risk to see Goku fight. As much as she didn't want to admit it, her prime time was coming to a close and it was time to do something else with her life. She looked out the window; pass her mother's head, seeing the Gravity Machine. She held in a sigh, threatening to escape her lips wondering what it would be like…
Vegeta had been training himself since 7:00 that morning and was planning another week long session of non-stop trials of endurance, strength, will power, and mental strength. He had been distracted long enough; time was dwindling down and he still had work to do. He stood in the middle of the machine, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest, head down, meditating. He attempted to clear his mind of everything going on around him: Kakarot, that other boy who claimed to be a Saiyan, the androids, and especially Bulma. The only thing he allowed himself to think about was strategies to grow stronger and transform. He was training at almost 600x gravity now and he felt himself growing stronger each day, yet it wasn't enough. Especially since he knew Kakarot was attempting the same feat. His anger and rage with the 3rd class Saiyan was the fuel behind pushing himself beyond his limits. Vegeta became so blind with attempting to overcome Goku, he couldn't see that hatred was becoming a hindrance to his strength and growth. All he knew is that he had to become stronger, better, faster, and become the best. And the only way that he could successfully complete the task was to transform and do it soon. He felt his body power up as he concentrated solely on transforming. He created a wind tunnel around his body solely concentrating on his power. He felt himself reaching his maximum capacity and tried pushing farther, trying to tap into some unreached, deep power source, hoping to unearth his Saiyan legacy. He found nothing. His face scrunched into anger as he attempted to push himself into transformation. He searched his thoughts, looking for a way to pull himself closer to a Super Saiyan. He thought about what Kakarot had that he didn't: friends for one. People who depended on him. A son. A wife. Suddenly, like lightening, the memory of Bulma's soft, full, warm lips entered his thoughts as he replayed her kissing his lips last night. Her arms surrounded him, keeping him in her grasp as her lips set his own on fire. Suddenly, Vegeta felt something hard and cold hit his face. Opening his eyes, he realized he had toppled over and fell on his face while thinking about Bulma. He was so concentrated on his thoughts that he lost his control of his balance and the weight of the gravity pushed him down on the linoleum floor. Vegeta growled out of annoyance, throwing his fist to the floor. That damn woman!
It had been days since Bulma seen Vegeta and she was growing worried. She wasn't sure if he had left the gravity machine. She hadn't found him lying on the couch, heard him come into his room, or noticed if he even came in the house to eat. She was constantly looking for any sign of Vegeta but all she ever received was the noise and glow of the gravity machine. She thought maybe she should come knocking on the door to make sure he hadn't passed out in there or was on the verge of dying.
On the 5th day of Vegeta's disappearance from the home of Capsule Corp. Bulma was sitting in the auto shop, waiting for UPS to deliver a part she had been waiting for to finish an employee's car. She lazily flipped through a wedding magazine, looking at wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses. She was circling the ones she really liked and marking an "x" through definite nos. It was a slow day in the shop and her worries about Vegeta were in an all-time high. She planned on going to check on him today after she closed down the shop. Suddenly, a car pulled up in front of the garage, setting off the bell. She rose from her seat in the office and headed out front, hoping it was the UPS man. She exited the main office doors and through the garage door to see Yamcha and Puar in his black convertible. Bulma smiled and walked out to his car.
"Having car problem?" She asked, arms crossed over her chest and a sweet smirk.
"Nope. I was at the house and your father said you were over here." Yamcha said, walking over to Bulma. They kissed quickly and followed Puar into the garage.
"Are you busy, Bulma?" Puar asked, stopping over some cars parked inside the garage. Bulma shook her head, leaning against a support beam.
"I was waiting on UPS to get here so I can finish this Monte Carlo." She said, nodding over to the red car parked on the end near the main office.
"Ok good, we wanted to see if you wanted to head to the carnival downtown in a few." Yamcha asked leaning against a car with his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, of course as soon as I finish this car I'll get changed up and we can go." Bulma said smiling. Yamcha smiled back.
"Awesome!" Puar was looking out behind the shop at the house.
"Looks like Vegeta is training." she said nonchalantly. Yamcha snorted, closing his eyes in frowning.
"So? That's all he ever does." Yamcha said smugly.
"He's been in there for the last 5 days non-stop. I don't think he's been out at all." Bulma said, concern filling her voice.
"Well maybe he knocked himself out. That's his problem." Yamcha said, still frowning and looking at his fiancé. Bulma was looking in the direction Puar had been.
"Yeah but still. I think I should go check on him, just to be sure he isn't dead." Bulma said.
"I guess." Yamcha said, rolling his eyes. Bulma cut her eyes at him.
"It's not like that. I don't want a dead body on my property." She said frowning. "If it'll make you feel better about the situation, I will send my mother in there to check on him." Bulma said. Yamcha nodded, seeing a brown truck pull up in front of the shop. "Finally it's here. It'll take me about 20 minutes to get this part on there, then I'll head back to the house with you so I can get showered and changed." Bulma said, pulling at her dirty overalls and faded t shirt.
"I'll just be back in an hour. Puar has to get her s-t-o-h-s today." Yamcha whispered. "Another reason for us all to go to the carnival so she can forget about them." Bulma nodded and walked out the shop with Yamcha to greet the delivery man.
"I understand. Well that'll give me plenty of time to get changed. I'll see you in an hour." Bulma said. She greeted the man, signing the papers for the delivery. She grabbed the box and headed back in the shop.
"Comon Puar! I have another stop to make, then we'll come back to get Bulma." Yamcha called out to her, who was out in the back of the shop, looking at the newly bloomed flowers.
"Coming Yamcha!" She said, flying through the shop and passed Bulma. "See you in a little bit!" she exclaimed as she flew out to Yamcha's car. Bulma waved with her free hand, watching the car disappear down the street. Bulma began opening the box, getting ready to finish up her work for the day.
About 25 minutes later, Bulma was walking in the back door of her home. She looked around, noticing the home was quiet, which meant her mother was out shopping or at the bakery. Bulma pulled off her gloves, stuffing them into the overalls pocket. Just to be sure, she called out for her mother, receiving no response. Bulma bit her lower lip, wondering if she just wait and let her mother go check on Vegeta or go out there herself. She was extremely worried about him and she was afraid if she didn't check on him soon that he would be dead by time someone finally did go out there to check on him. Bulma decided to go against what she told Yamcha and went into the kitchen to wash her hands. She looked in the refrigerator and noticed that her mother already had some sandwiches made for Vegeta and a pitcher of sweet tea. She grabbed the sandwiches and the tea, putting everything on a tray to take out to him. She moved quickly so she would still have enough time to shower and get dressed for the carnival. She opened the screen door with her booted foot and walked out with the tray. Once she gotten to the gravity machine, she set the tray down temporarily until she got the door open. Bulma looked inside and saw Vegeta was clearly still alive. Sighing with relief, she opened a secret latch Vegeta didn't know about and entered a turn off code. She installed it into the machine after her and her father rebuilt it after he blew the first one up. Immediately, the hum and glow of the machine turned off. Vegeta's head snapped towards the now open door at the blue haired woman standing in it. She walked through the door with the tray smiling at Vegeta. He was in the middle of mental battle when she interrupted him.
"Hello Sunshine." She said, putting the tray near the controls. She stood with one hand on her hip, slightly leaning her weight on her left leg.
"How did you turn off the stimulation?" Vegeta asked, narrowing his eyes.
"That's for me to know and you to hopefully never find out." Bulma said, her eyes sparkling. "I haven't seen you in 5 days. Thought you might have killed yourself in here." Bulma said. She eyed him, taking in his appearance. He looked dirty from sweating and sleep deprived. Under his eyes were dark bags. His hair was leaning backwards from being wet with sweat and he looked weak. "Thought you might be hungry so I brought these in. My mom made them earlier, I guess." Bulma said, trying to sound casual. Vegeta eyes shifted to the tray she brought it. Had he really not eaten in 5 days? He barely noticed his growling stomach. One eye twitched with fatigue, threatening to close. Vegeta shook his head to wake himself up. Bulma looked at him with great concern.
"Are you ok, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, getting closer to him.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for the food. You can leave now." He said, straightening his body. Bulma gave him another look over. She wondered if he had eaten at all while camping out in the gravity machine. He looked so weak as he shuffled over to the sandwiches.
"I know you don't care what I think-" Bulma started but was cut off by Vegeta.
"You're finally realizing that." He said, opening up one of the sandwiches. Bulma rolled her eyes, walking over to Vegeta.
"BUT, I think you should go get some rest. You look as if you haven't slept in days." Bulma said. She covered her nose. "Or showered." Vegeta cut his eyes at her. There she was, insulting him once again. On Planet Vejita, he would have had her head by now.
"I said I am fine, Woman." Vegeta said, returning to his meal. His mind refused to listen to his body, which was screaming to his brain to get some rest.
"You don't look fine." Bulma said. She looked at her watch, seeing that she had only 25 minutes to get ready. She looked back at Vegeta, frowning. "I don't want you to kill yourself in here. Enough is enough, Vegeta." Bulma said. Vegeta looked at her with annoyance written all over his face.
"You can't tell me what to do. I'm the…Prince...of all…" Vegeta said as sleep finally caught up to him and he fell asleep, falling a bit on Bulma. She grabbed him, stabilizing herself. She looked down at his sleeping frame with sadness.
"Oh Vegeta…" she whispered, rubbing a hand down his back.
Bulma and Yamcha waited for Puar to get off the ride she was currently on by a food vendor. They were having a great time at the carnival. Bulma was squeezing mustard down the length of her corn dog and Yamcha was biting into his foot long chili cheese dog.
"I love carnival food!" Bulma exclaimed, biting into her corn dog. "After this, I'm getting an elephant ear!" Bulma exclaimed, enjoying her corn dog. Yamcha nodded, taking another bite into his hot dog.
"I'm glad Puar is having fun. I felt so bad for her after she got all those shots." Yamcha said in between chewing. The two watched as the ride stopped and Puar floated off towards them.
"That was fun Yamcha! Ooo, let's get on the roller coaster next!" she exclaimed, starting to float over to the ride.
"In a few Puar. I don't want to puke up the food I just ate!" Yamcha exclaimed smiling. Bulma was finishing her corn dog in silence as she watched Puar coax Yamcha into getting on a different ride with her before the roller coaster. She watched them laugh and giggle, thinking how great a father Yamcha would be. He would always be around; she would make sure of that. No running off on adventures like Goku did. Nope, they would have a perfect little family of normal human children. Her children would be prodigies like her and be the top of their classes. Bulma wouldn't have to worry about having a half-alien child like Chichi and worry about their need to fight like their father. No, her life would be perfect. Although, she kind of envied Chichi's life. Yeah, her husband would run off at the first sign of a possible battle and death, but she had excitement, never knowing what would happen next and if Goku would make it out ok. Unlike Chichi, that wouldn't really bother Bulma. She would probably encourage it, especially knowing her son held great powers. Gohan could be the next Super Saiyan. Oh yes, that would really piss Vegeta off. Kakarot's son transformed before him. Bulma actually laughed out loud at the thought of it. Vegeta's face would be priceless. Bulma's laughing caught the attention of Yamcha and Puar who were waiting in line for the tilt-o-whirl.
"What's so funny Bulma?" Yamcha asked curiously. Bulma tried concealing her laughter to respond to Yamcha.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just a funny thought I had." Bulma said, still giggling. "I'm getting in line now." Bulma said, throwing away her corn dog stick before running to the line to stand next to Yamcha. As they waited to get seated on the ride, Bulma started thinking about the changes in her life would be in 2 years. She would definitely take over as president of the company. Her father was ready to step down at any moment. She would become a wife and soon after, a mother. The adventures would end and she would have to accept that. Even if part of her wished they didn't have to end.
Vegeta woke up, eyes looking at the ceiling of the gravity machine. He sat up, looking around the room, trying to figure out how the machine was turned off and how he had gotten a blanket and pillow to sleep on the floor with. Vegeta looked around, seeing the half eaten sandwiches and a piece of paper taped to the tray. He got off the floor and went to retrieve the paper. It was a note from Bulma. Suddenly, he remembered the events that occurred before he woke up from the floor.
Vegeta,
I couldn't get you in the house on my own, so I brought out a pillow and blanket for you. You really need to rest. I left the house and won't be back until later, but there is more food waiting for you in the kitchen. I had the chef make you some dinner. The gravity machine has been programmed to stay off for the next 24 hours. I'm sorry but you really need to take better care of yourself. Shower, eat, and get some rest. See you later.
Bulma.
Vegeta crumbled the note in his hand and placed it on the tray. He was upset that she decided on herself to turn off the gravity machine for a while so he could get some rest but he understood why she did it. He could only imagine what kind of shape he was currently in. He grabbed all the items littered around the gravity room and left out, heading into the house to do what Bulma told him: shower, eat, and get some sleep. He hadn't ascended to a Super Saiyan yet, but he definitely had strengthen himself.
Vegeta sat at the dining room table, eating dessert as Mrs. Briefs droned on about her shopping done earlier that day when Bulma, Yamcha, and Puar returned back home. Vegeta's eyes drifted from his dessert to the couple standing in the doorway.
"Hey guys." Bulma said, taking a seat next to her mother. Yamcha sat next to Bulma, diagonal to Vegeta.
"Hi you two. I was wondering where you ran off to." Mrs. Briefs said, smiling. "I was just telling Vegeta about my trip to the antique store. I found just the nicest vase!"
"That's nice." Bulma said, not really caring. "See someone took my advice." Bulma said, looking at Vegeta, who simply rolled his eyes and continued eating his dessert. "I brought you some fried ice cream, Mom. Strawberry, your favorite." Bulma said, passing a Styrofoam container to her mother. Mrs. Briefs smiled happily.
"You went to the fair today? Oh, I saw that on my way home and thought to stop by to get some. Thanks for thinking of me, Dear." Mrs. Briefs said, opening the container to enjoy the fattening treat.
"I would like it if next time you decide to disable the gravity machine that you didn't." Vegeta said to Bulma who simply smiled at him.
"It's for your own good, your Highness." she said smartly, still smiling.
"For your own good, stop meddling in my affairs." Vegeta replied before smirking. "Or do you like being in my affairs? Kind of hard to tell lately. You know?" Vegeta's smirk deepened as he watched Bulma's face pale.
"Don't even, Vegeta. I'm only looking out for the fate of the world here and we need all the help we can get." Bulma said, her eyes screaming for him to shut up. Yamcha looked at the two suspiciously, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Oh really? Does that concern also entail ki-"
"Keeping you alive? Yes!" Bulma yelled over at Vegeta. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, still smirking. Bulma narrowed her eyes, daring Vegeta to utter a word about their kiss to Yamcha. Yamcha was staring at Bulma, and glaring at Vegeta at the same time, attempting to figure out what was going on between them right then and there.
"This is the best fried ice cream I've ever had!" Mrs. Briefs cried out in joy. Everyone's attention turned to her, each of their mouths agape. Yamcha was the first to recover.
"Ok, what the hell is going on?" Yamcha asked Bulma. She turned back to Yamcha, not before glaring at Vegeta.
"Nothing. He just makes me so mad sometimes." Bulma said, still glaring at Vegeta. She faced Yamcha softening her frown. "You know he's an ass." Vegeta laughed at her, pushing off from the table.
"Right. One you can't keep your hands off." Vegeta retorted, still laughing at them. Yamcha gave Vegeta a look that if he had the power, would have killed him instantly. He watched as Vegeta walked out the room, still laughing. Yamcha turned coldly to Bulma, filled with anger.
"What the fuck does he mean by that, Bulma? Huh?" Yamcha exclaimed. Bulma was so pissed off she could spit venom.
"He's an ass! He's just trying to piss you off and get under your skin and you're letting him!" Bulma exclaimed, trying to cover her own mistakes.
"Bullshit! Vegeta is a lot of things but he's not the one to play games!" Yamcha yelled. "So are you going to tell me what the hell is going on between you two or not?" He asked, getting angrier by the second.
"There's nothing going on between us, Yamcha!" Bulma yelled, getting angrier herself. "Nothing at all. I'm just trying to be a friend to him, that's all."
"For what?! Is it not bad enough that you allow him to live here?" Yamcha yelled, slamming his hand down on the table, causing Mrs. Briefs to look up, eyes wide opened.
"Because no one else is giving him that chance!" Bulma retorted. "He's really not that bad. Sure, he's an asshole sometimes, but he needs people just like everyone else, whether or not he wants to admit it or not!" Bulma yelled.
"He killed his only friend when he landed here! And he was way stronger than you, what makes you any different?" Bulma stood up, fist tight and teeth clenched. She tried to stop herself from continuing to protect him but she couldn't. Maybe because she was trying to defend herself and their friendship or prove to herself and Yamcha that Vegeta was her friend.
"All this FUCKING jealous of Vegeta is really pissing me off!" Bulma yelled, throwing her hand in Yamcha's face. "You see this? Do you? You asked me to marry you, and damn it, that's what I'm doing! I said yes! Do you think Vegeta is going to change that? No! I told you yes and damn it, that's what I'm doing! Marrying YOU!" Bulma yelled, pushing her chair out of her way and into the wall, knocking it over. She stormed out the dining room, leaving her mother looking lost and frightened with Yamcha right on her heels.
"I don't know can he take you away Bulma?" Yamcha said darkly. Bulma turned around to face him, ready to retaliate. "No! Don't try to defend yourself! Can Vegeta really change your mind about marrying me? Would you rather be with him than me? I'm not an idiot. I see the concern. I saw it the day the ship he STOLE from you to look for Goku with landed back here. I saw it the day he blew up in that ship and I see it almost every time you talk about him or see him. Instead of trying to prove it to me, you need to prove it to yourself." Yamcha said, storming pass Bulma out the front door. Bulma bit her lip, realizing how much Yamcha has kept inside and how much she was hurting him by trying to take care of Vegeta. She ran behind him, trying to stop him.
"Yamcha, wait. I'm sorry." Bulma said, running out the door after him. He stopped half-way to his car, allowing her to catch up. Bulma stopped behind him, afraid to walk in front of him. A light breeze passed through the two, blowing their hair and chilling Bulma's skin.
"It's not what you think. I've watched Vegeta and noticed the hurt in him and the anger. I just wanted to reach out to him as a friend to try and find the good in him, Yamcha. Just like Goku finds in everyone. He found it in you." Bulma said softly. Yamcha remained silent, taking in her words. After what felt like minutes of silence, Bulma turned around, going back into the house, feeling defeated. Yamcha listened as he heard the door shut, closing his eyes as another cool breeze flew by.
Bulma locked the front door, leaning her back against it, slowly sliding down the door. Maybe Yamcha was right. Maybe there was something more there than her trying to be a friend. Maybe she was fighting a losing battle with the prince. That night was a mistake. She should have never kissed Vegeta. She should have kept her distance. She sat there for a while, caught up in her thoughts and regrets before her mother crept around the corner.
"Bulma, are you ok?" Her mother asked, standing in the doorway of the foyer. Bulma nodded. Was she really ok? She may have just ended her engagement over a stuck up, rude jack ass that probably was only using her. Bulma let out a sign and picked herself off the floor. She slowly walked past her mother and headed towards her lab. Before getting there, she made a quick stop pass the liquor closet, grabbing some wine.
Bulma made it up to her room after sitting in her lab, crying and finishing off two bottles of premium moscato in an hour. She felt drunk, but not a happy one. She felt like a miserable drunk as she swayed down the hall to her room. She eventually made it, lying against the door frame. Bulma felt miserable and depressed. Pulling her phone out her pocket, she noticed she didn't have any missed calls or messages. She tossed her phone on the bed, turning on the lights and throwing herself into her bed. Once the softness of her down comforter hit her face and consumed her body, Bulma began crying again. In her mind she wondered how she could be so stupid to think of Vegeta in any other way but a selfish monster who lucked out by landing in her yard. He had it all living here: shelter, food, and a place to train. She started crying harder as she thought about what she probably just gave up with Yamcha. She had really hurt him because of her foolishness. And now, this was the price she had to pay. Bulma buried her drunken face deeper into the pillows and comforter, trying to block out the world when she heard a familiar voice.
"Why are you crying?" she heard through her tears. Bulma stopped herself, only allowing a few sniffles to fall out. She lifted her head, trying to concentrate as she felt everything move around her.
"What?" she asked still sniffling. She squeezed her eyes closed trying to stop the room from moving.
"I asked you why are you crying?" the voice repeated. Bulma sat up completely, rubbing her eyes.
"Because I hate you, that's why." Bulma said much calmer. She was still looking down, trying to calm herself down even more.
"Are you upset over what I said to that idiot?" Vegeta asked, getting irritated. There was no way his words provoked her to tears.
"No! You ruined everything!" Bulma yelled, squeezing her eyes closed. She threw her fists down on her bed, getting upset all over again. "Because of you, I don't think I'm getting married anymore! I'm sure Yamcha hates me now and, and…" Bulma may have been intoxicated but she still had some control over her words. She didn't want to admit to Vegeta or herself what she was really feeling about him "and, you're just a jerk!" she yelled out, feeling tears coming down her face. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. What happened after he left the dining room table?
"What are you talking about?" Vegeta half asked, half demanded. Bulma wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, getting out of her bed.
"I don't expect you to understand." Bulma said, looking Vegeta in the eye. "But you can get the hell out of my room." Bulma said, pointing to her door. Vegeta actually laughed in her face. Bulma felt herself getting uncontrollably angry as his laughter echoed through the room. "What is so fucking funny?!" She screamed.
"You." Vegeta said through his laughter. "I don't know what you have been doing for the last hour, but it has turned you hilarious."
"I don't see anything funny about my life being ruined!" Bulma seethed.
"I guarantee you, it's not ruined. Whatever happened between you and that worthless fighter probably will resolve itself by morning." Vegeta said smirking at the woman standing in front of him. "What's even funnier is your inability to see what's really going on inside your brain." Vegeta said, still smirking. Bulma put her hands on her hips, leaning forward.
"And I supposed you know what is, huh?" Bulma said sarcastically. Vegeta smirked grew as he stood there watching her. "Well? Are you going to explain it to me or are you just going to keep standing there smirking at me?" Before she had time to react, Bulma was pulled by her waist towards Vegeta who, in return, kissed her deeply on the lips. At first, Bulma was completely surprised and confused. Is Vegeta really kissing me? Or am I in a drunken stupor? After feeling his grip on her waist tighten, she realized what was happening was real. With all the different emotions she had been going through the last hour, she wanted to pull away and slap him for being an inconsiderate asshole. But there was that familiar sexual tension that she felt anytime they weren't screaming at each other or they were alone pulling at her that allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him back. Part of her mind was screaming at her to stop, but the other part was applauding her for finally winning the prince over. Bulma's hands found their way into Vegeta's hair as she bit his lower lip. In all her 10 years of being with Yamcha, she never kissed him with such intensity or felt electrified the moment their lips touched like she felt with Vegeta. They both felt the walls of the sexual tension that had been lingering the house for a year and 2 months collapse. No better time than the present!
Vegeta felt his back hit the wall next to the bedroom door. In the back of his mind, he tried to remember them moving from the spot in the middle of the room. His left hand ran up and down the length of her back, feeling her spine arch in as Bulma pushed her body on to him, running one of her hands up his shirt, touching his abs and waistline. His right hand was in her wavy hair, mussing her hair and tingling her nerves. Bulma worked her way down to Vegeta's neck, kissing, licking, and biting the skin and muscles, receiving quiet growls and murmurs from Vegeta' throat. She felt Vegeta's mouth on her collar bone as she backed up to attempt to discard the shirt that prevented her from seeing his sculptured chest and touching it again. At this moment, Bulma didn't care anymore. She threw all her doubts and regrets out the window and allowed herself to really feel the truth she had been attempting to hide: she wanted Vegeta in any way she could have him and she didn't care what anyone would think. Fuck being engaged. Bulma didn't notice her shirt being pulled off her until she felt Vegeta cup one of her breast in his hand, softly massaging it. She pulled his lips off her neck and back onto her own, feeling his chest and back, both bulging with muscles on top of muscles. Both were going off instinct, both unfamiliar with the actions they performed on the other. Bulma had her hands, pulling Vegeta's pelvic closer to her, attempting to feel his excitement touch her upper thigh. Vegeta returned her action by pulling her closer by her lower back, grabbing her backside, palming the hell out of it. Neither of them heard the familiar voice down the hall. Or that voice calling out for Bulma until it knocked and opened the door.
"What the he-" SMACK! Bulma and Vegeta were both hit in the face by the door as Mrs. Briefs came barging in.
"Bulma? Are you in here?" Her mother said, coming into the room. Bulma quickly slid from behind the door, rubbing her face.
"Yes Mother." Bulma said dryly. Mrs. Briefs turned around to face her daughter.
"Oh there you are. I was looking for you." she said. She looked down at Bulma, noticing her hair was messy and she wasn't wearing a shirt. "Oh! We should shut the door before your father or Vegeta walks by." she said, reaching for the door. Bulma panicked and moved in front of her mom.
"No!" she exclaimed. "It's fine, I was getting ready to take a shower." Bulma scrambled to the floor, looking for her t shirt, finding it on top of her bed, next to Vegeta's. She quickly threw his shirt near the door where he was still hiding. He wasn't hiding because he didn't want her mother to see him without a shirt, which he probably should be since she was always staring at him anyways. He just rather her mother not know his business and almost having sex with her daughter was his business. Bulma quickly pulled her shirt over her head, waiting on her mother's news.
"I was looking for you because Yamcha called, wanting to talk to you." Mrs. Briefs said, holding a cordless phone in her hand. "Thought you would of her the phone ring or your cell phone ring." Bulma looked around on her bed, trying to remember where she had placed her phone. She found it under her pillow and noticed she had 3 missed calls from Yamcha and a voicemail.
"Oh well, thank you Mom." Bulma said, walking her mother out her room.
"Also, I noticed 2 empty bottles of wine in the garbage. Have you been drinking?" Mrs. Briefs asked, stopping shortly before the door entrance.
"Just a bit. Good night Mom." Bulma said, trying to get her mother out her room.
"I'm just concerned. Don't want you drinking your pain away. You know what that did to your great-aunt Lucille." Mrs. Briefs said.
"No problems here. Good. Night." Bulma said, closing her door on Mrs. Briefs, who went back to her bedroom for the night. Bulma let out a sigh of relief, leaning her head on the door. Vegeta moved from the wall, picking his shirt off the ground and pulling it back over his head. Bulma heard her mother's bedroom door shut so she opened the door again, checking down the hall. The hall was empty and dark for the exception of a lamp sitting on a small table between Bulma's and Vegeta's bedrooms. Bulma turned back around, facing Vegeta. They both understood that the moment had been ruined.
"Well," Vegeta started, walking towards the door "Better get to bed." Bulma moved out the way so he could walk out the door.
"Yeah… me too…" Bulma said, looking down at the ground. "Well, goodnight." She said, slowly shutting her door.
"Goodnight." Vegeta mumbled, walking down the hall. Bulma completely shut her door, contemplating rather she should call Yamcha back right now. She called her voicemail to listen to his message before calling him back.
"You have one new message. First message: Hey Bulma, it's me. I know we both said some pretty nasty things to each other tonight. I just want to say I'm sorry and I think we should talk. I'll come by to pick you up and we can talk about over brunch. See you tomorrow. *beep* End of new messages." Bulma deleted the message, lying back in her bed. She watched the ceiling, thinking to herself: What have I done…
Finally! Some action! Whoo! I have to admit, I was a bit surprised years ago (Toonami days) when I found out Bulma had Vegeta's baby. But it was the best idea Toriyama could have ever put together!
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