WARNING: PROFANITY AND SEXUAL CONTENT.
CHAPTER 2: Sweet Dreams
"Were here." Yamcha announced as he shut off the car. "You can take the blindfold off now my love."
Bulma reached for the back of her head and untied the knot. She slowly removed the blindfold and looked at the scene in front of her. There were beautiful flowers and trees that engulfed a small trail and bypassed a flowing stream. The birds carelessly flew around and sang a song that made everything even more enchanting.
Where did he find this place? It's probably somewhere close to Goku's house.
They exited the car; Yamcha took her hand and led her deeper into the trail. She was used to high-tech robots and metal, not trees, plants, and wildlife.
They walked deeper into the trail. "I love it," Bulma smiled and glanced around at the trees that let little to no sunlight shine through. The moss and ivy growing up the shrubbery looked like a scene from a fairy-tale. She felt like a true princess.
The trail had stones lining its boarders. Someone must have placed these here to make it easier on the humans to walk though without hurting themselves.
This was truly something amazing. After the morning she had, this was a peaceful release. No one yelling or insulting her. Just nature and her love. That was all she had to worry about.
Yamcha intertwined his hand into hers. "I'm glad that you are enjoying yourself. I wasn't quite sure how you would take it, considering you're more of a home body type of girl." He said, giving her a toothy smile.
She nodded, "it's beautiful!"
Bulma let go of his hand and started walking ahead of him.
She turned her head to speak indirectly at Yamcha. "You know, I think this couldn't have been better timing. Today has been total hell… I cannot stand that ass that is plaguing my house." Bulma said, furrowing her brows at the thought of Vegeta.
Yamcha scoffed, "I'm sorry babe. I can't imagine how annoying he truly is when you have to live with him." He sped up and patted Bulma on the back.
She shrugged it off. "It wouldn't be so bad if he would just stay silent and do what he has to do and leave me to do what I have to do." She replied in a hastily manner. "But not, I am the slave of the house according to him. My mother is the cooking slave, I am the equipment repairer slave... If that makes any sense. Anyways, let's not ruin this trip." Bulma added as she smiled a little and continued walking.
After about twenty minutes of them walking, they came upon a small bench that settled under a shelter surrounded by luscious trees. Bulma went to sit down, as her knees were killing her from the work she had done that morning and night previous.
Yamcha tugged her hand and forced her to stand back up.
"What is i-" Bulma gasped as Yamcha pulled a small box from his pocket and kneeled onto one knee. He smiled at her response.
What the hell is he doing? Is this really happening?
"Bulma, I could not imagine spending my life without you. Everything about you is perfect to me. I promise to hold onto you and never let you go. Will you please spend the rest of your life with me?"
Bulma's knees became weak and heavy. Everything seemed to be going so fast, she could barely catch up.
"Uhm… Y-yes."
Two Weeks Later
"Honey, you can do this." Mr. Brief assured his daughter with a smile that had a glimmer of pain. His baby girl was finally growing up after all this time, and he had to give her away. It was inevitable after all, she was one of the prettiest females in the galaxy.
Bulma elegantly stood outside of the door while she waited for her cue to proceed through the door. Her traditionally white wedding dress was sleek and well forming to her perfect figure. The neckline and shoulders were covered by a lace pattern, and the sewed-on gems gave off a million sparkles in the chandelier lighting. Her wavy blue locks were curled with perfection, and a pearl necklace fell upon her collarbone. A desperate attempt at making herself feel better, she looked around and admired the beautiful scenery of the church.
White walls stretched throughout, and there was crimson red flooring. She stood in front of a large dark oak door that hid her soon to be future husband.
Her feet felt heavy, she now knew what the old folk tale 'cold feet' meant.
Muffled wedding music played in the background. Her and her father looked to one another, and he gave her a slight nod.
"Let's go dear." He smiled and took a step forward. The doors opened and revealed a standing crowd full of friends and family. At the end of the long aisle, her future awaited her. Her legs became weak, but she persisted through and continued alongside her father. The stained glass painted a beautiful scene with all of the variety of colors mangling into one.
Bulma tried ignoring the fact that it was so quiet other than the music. Everyone's attention was solely focused on her.
This was happening, she was finally here. The end of the road that once felt miles long was now ever so short. Her and her father shared one last hug before the ceremony continued. Her soon-to-be husband grasped her hand.
"I'll take care of her for you." He said to her father.
They both advanced forward until they found themselves standing in front of the clergyman that would shortly bind them together.
The priest smiled and opened a page in his tiny black book. He began to read the words that he had read many of times. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two individuals in holy matrimony..."
His voice faded away, and the only thing Bulma could register was her pounding heart. It was here, right now, at this very second. The moment she had dreamed of her entire childhood. Her life would change, she would no longer take on her father's last name. She was willingly adopting another man's name.
The priest's voice slowly became auditable again. The most important part of this entire get together was here. "Do you Vegeta take this lovely woman standing in front of you, for better or for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"
He looked into her eyes, "I do."
Members of the crowd snapped pictures with one hand, and wiped tears with the other.
"And do you Bulma take this strong man standing in front of you, for better or for worse; for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to cherish from this day forward until death do you part?"
This was the part she was supposed to speak, right? Her voice seemed to have ran far away.
She mustered enough strength to finally spit out the words that she knew everyone was waiting on. "I d-" She was interrupted by something loud and familiar. She knew that sound all too well.
Are you serious? Right now?
"Woman!" Vegeta shouted throughout the church.
Bulma's brows furrowed and a look of confusion came across her face.
"Woman!"
"Woman!"
"WOMAN!"
Bulma jarred forward.
It was all just a dream…
Just a dream…
For just a second, she felt relieved. Then she realized who was standing inches away from her bed. Sadly, he wasn't a dream this time.
Inches away from her bed stood an angry Vegeta.
What could he possibly want right now?
"Woman, get up. I need you to order something to eat." Vegeta crossed his arms and stared with his evil ebony eyes. "I sure as hell don't want you to attempt cooking."
"Fuck off Vegeta! Do it yourself!" Bulma screamed in response and buried herself under her covers.
Damn woman… Who does she think she is talking to?
He scoffed at her reaction and stepped forward to clasp the comforter. In one swoop of the hand, he ripped it and sent it flying across the room. It revealed her long porcelain legs that connected to her curvy backside; not too big, not too small. She had curves in all the right places. Her waist was small and welcoming, and her chest looked full and round.
Having not been with a woman in a while, it felt pretty good to have a view such as this. The other women he had dealt with in the past were just whores that he paid, or slaves that were assigned to his quarters. It's not like there were any other Saiyan women that he could interact with. Frieza made damn sure of that… He didn't want a little Vegeta running around, again.
He felt a small tingle. What was this damn woman doing to him?
He played it off by looking the opposite direction. He pretended to examine the walls of her room which were decorated with posters and paintings. Why the hell did she have things like this everywhere? She was a grown ass woman, not a child.
Seeing Vegeta ignore her really infuriated her. She would not be commanded by the likes of him. Not now, not ever! "I am not your maid! Find your own food!" She jumped from her bed and headed for her bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hopefully getting in the shower would send him away.
He didn't exactly want to barge in and see the woman naked. Well he did, but his pride would never allow him to admit it.
Her new lacy undergarments would surely make Yamcha appreciate that later. It was weird to think of him as her fiancé. It's not that she doesn't like the title, it's just a lot to take in. Married couples talk about how terrible it is, and just to stay unwed. At the end of the day it is just a piece of paper.
Hell, her parents were a prime example. Her father barely leaves the lab, and her mother is in the kitchen from the time she wakes up, until the time she goes to bed. It is a surprising sight to see the two of them go out.
Everything would probably be the same as her parent's marriage, except it will be Yamcha in the kitchen, and Bulma slaving in her lab. It's sad to say, but it is true. He wasn't exactly the smart man that would be able to fix anything. He barely knew how to do the small amount of upkeep on his car, but hopefully it will change.
That's all she can do, right? Hope.
Bulma removed her under garments and threw them carelessly into the hamper. If not for that, she would have left clothes strewn about everyone in her bathroom. She wasn't the neat-freak that her mother was. She was almost exactly like her father. Smart, hard-working, and very messy. They had to develop a robot just for his office, because didn't ever occur to him to use a garbage can. As soon as the robot was let loose in his office it became overwhelmed.
Robots shouldn't have those feelings!
She grabbed a hair tie and began to tie her hair back. This style was getting old very fast. She would probably change it a million times again before she found one that she could stick with. At least it wasn't as bad as Goku's crazy hairstyle.
Bulma brushed the fly-aways back into the bun, just as a loud crash overcame the room and in stepped the dark haired Saiyan.
He came face to face with her nude body. He looked over her soft features once more. Damn, he had to admit the sight wasn't that bad.
How did a disgusting human look so good?
Saiyan women were small and built, but they were nowhere near as curvy as human women. They mostly had muscles, that was it in the curves department.
He didn't mind the sight that he was seeing, but he soon realized who it was.
Bulma covered her breasts with what little efforts she could muster. "Vegeta! GET OUT!" Bulma chanted.
His roaming eyes soon fixed themselves on her outraged glare. He could sense himself radiating a small blush on the surface of his cheeks. Why couldn't she just do as he said? Everything must be so complicated when dealing with her.
He focused his mind back onto the real problem. "Kitchen. Food." Vegeta said sternly. His crossed arms tightened, and his stance became uniform once more.
He was not going to move until she complied with his demands.
Bulma growled, "I thought I told you, I am not your maid!" Trying to get what bit of privacy she could, she covered her breasts with her shirt that was on the counter.
Vegeta stepped forward, his expression growing darker and darker. He snatched her tiny wrist and pulled it to him causing her to clash against his rock-hard body. She could feel a small blush creep onto her face.
For a jackass, he had one hell of a body. His chiseled form looked as though it was sculpted from the Gods.
Wait, what was she doing? She was supposed to be angry, but damn, she couldn't lie to herself.
Her brows furrowed, "what are you going to do?" She managed to spit out without revealing her previous thoughts.
His grip tightened, and his mouth tracked inches from her ear. He whispered in a daring low tone, "You don't want to mess with me woman, maybe you are able to scare your pathetic weakling dog, but I'm not pathetic."
She could feel his warm breath flow across her skin, it sent chills down her spine. Why did he have this control over her body? What was happening?
Before she knew what was happening, he pulled away and left her in the middle of her bathroom lightly clasping her shirt over her chest.
What just happened?
-(L)-
After the eventful morning she had, she made plans for her and Yamcha to stay in and watch movies. She hoped that something more would happen, considering he hasn't touched her in at least a month or longer. A woman needs to be pleased every once and a while, is that so hard to ask?
After her unfortunate encounter with the prince, she couldn't stop thinking about his body against hers. The remembrance of his breath dancing across her neck gave her goosebumps.
Wait, no.
She shook her head. That is wrong, she is with Yamcha. He has so many great qualities that strongly outweigh a body. Plus, he didn't look too bad himself, though he didn't train his body as aggressively. Anyways, it doesn't matter, she is faithful.
She went to her room and prepared the movies that they would watch for the night. She could do romance movies to put him in the mood maybe? Anything that could greaten her chances for an exciting night.
She grabbed her phone and sent him a text:
Bulma: I can't wait to see you tonight.
Yamcha: Yeah babe, can't wait! I'll be over any minute.
She couldn't wait until she finally got to see him for the first time in forever. Baseball sure did keep him busy. The only time he had free was when baseball season was over, but he still had workouts and practices to attend. Not to mention he still had to train for the androids.
Their arrival was only about three years away.
Would everyone be ready in time? Would Yamcha and the others make it out alive?
Bulma was torn out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door to her room. "Come in!" She yelled.
(-Vegeta-)
Damn…
The weakling just showed up. What the hell did he want?
Whatever.
He didn't care, the only thing that mattered was his training.
Vegeta formed an energy ball and threw it, making it bounce off the bots and the walls. All he could think about was that damn woman... She acted as if she could boss him around.
Him, Prince Vegeta. No weakly mortal had the right to say anything out of line to him. He had news for her, the act of biting his tongue was wearing thin.
The energy ball gradually grew in speed, so did his exhaustion. He managed to somehow keep avoiding it with the little attention he was actually giving.
That damn woman thought she was an exception, but she was sadly mistaken.
His attack continuously hurled right at him, the high speed was causing him to get weaker. Soon the ball of energy bruised the side of his body which surprised him. He fell against the gravity, completely worn out. He looked up and saw his attack hurdling straight for him. In a desperate attempt to stop it, Vegeta created another ball of energy to counterattack the one rushing at him.
He struggled against the power of the energy before him. He let too much power out and both energy balls collapsed into one another, causing his GR to immediately explode. The entire estate shook violently.
Purple beams of light emerged from the machine. Suddenly, the walls of the completely shattered around the Saiyan. A huge cloud of smoke blow through the air with many pieces of metal shadowed inside.
Yamcha and Bulma looked at each other in shock, both ran down the stairs toward the explosion. Once she saw the darkened clouds, and pile of rubble where the GR had previously been, her heart stopped
"Vegeta!"
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. If you have already read this story previously, prior to the revisions, it is different (hopefully in a good way lol) I will update again in a few days. Right now I have to post this chapter and then start working on an essay. I chose this first because it is more entertaining lol.