Hey everyone I am back! WOOT! I've just finally reached a point in my life where I am ready to come back and write some more! The first thing I have decided to do: FINISH THIS BLOODY FIC! I'm sure you would all agree that that should be my primary concern ;) I know it's been so long and I do apologize! Please bare with me as I finish that last couple of chapters for this fanfic.
Thank you to all of my reviewers by the way :) You truly do help to inspire my wirtting.
Next, I have planned to write the oh-so-cliche Bulma/Vegeta get together during those mysterious 3 years! O.o But don't fret, it won't be typical (as most authors on here claim). It won't be anything outragiously different, simply my take on how it could have REALLY happened. There will be no OOC-ness and NO Yamcha bashing of any kind. The difference from most of the others, however, shall be that it will be written entirely from Vegeta's point of view. I think that would be interesting, and if people like it enough I'll probably re-right it in Bulma's POV as well, just so you can get both sides of the story.
Anyways please enjoy this first chapter of my comeback lol I hope I'm not too rusty :S
Bulma looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. What a mess. The room was trashed. Most of the furniture was broken, the door to her closet was caved in, her curtains were a wreck and barely hanging on the wall, not to mention that their bed was about to collapse entirely from underneath them. The frame at the end was broken and sitting on the floor so the bed was at a downward incline and the mattress was slightly hanging off on side of the frame. Oh yes, and there were a few holes in the wall where the bed was ramming against it.
The internal damage of their room was luckily much worse than Bulma's internal damage. Vegeta hadn't completely destroyed her but she was defiantly sore this morning. She felt as though she wouldn't be able to walk for a week, but boy had she gone to heaven! She never realized how much she was missing out on while Vegeta was holding back, and he probably still was! However, it was not her blissful night of love making that Bulma was thinking about right now, it was the Saiyan Prince lying next to her.
It was as if they had met for the very first time, all over again. Actually, it was more like Bulma had met Vegeta for the first time. There was hardly anything new about her to tell to him, and there was literally everything about Vegeta that Bulma didn't know.
Bulma was surprised at how much she learnt about her Prince of an alien race. His past life was truly that of darkness and hate. It explained a lot about his personality and why he was the way that he was. She was the only good thing to come into his life and she realized that for the first time.
Bulma rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at his strong bronze face. He looked to the ceiling in deep thought, probably thinking about his past as well. He seemed relieved however, to get all of it out in the open. He was probably happy to have told Bulma everything so that he could truly be himself with her, no matter if he was a murderous Saiyan Prince.
Bulma looked to the ceiling as well and sighed. How typical was it of her to fall for that oh-so-cliché 'bad boy' persona and here she was, married and pregnant with the ultimate bad boy in the universe. She grinned to herself, not imagining her life any other way, and rubbed her stomach lightly thinking of the life she would soon bring into the world.
"I can't believe my child is going to have blue blood! He or she is going to rule the world!" Bulma exclaimed as she began to think of her wealth and Vegeta's royal heritage playing a part in thier child's future.
Vegeta looked down at her strangely, "Blue blood?"
Bulma looked up at him, "Yeah, it's an expression. It means that someone has royal blood in them," she explained, "Our child is going to be royalty!"
Bulma suddenly sat up, the covers slowly sliding down her body to uncover her naked breasts, and she turned around to face Vegeta's still lying body.
"Just think Vegeta! This kid is going to have my brains and your powers and our looks! He'll become president or something and our family will be in control of the entire world!" Bulma squealed as she began to think of more grandiose scenarios for their child.
He'll be the perfect leader! Strong, smart, and good looking!
Vegeta snorted, "First of all woman, the child is not even born yet and you're already planning his presidential campaign. Secondly, Saiyan's do not have powers, it is simply our genetic makeup. That would be like saying human's growing advances in technology is a power. Thirdly, one world is nothing compared to the entire universe. If you want our child to be best he can be you my as well strive for the best."
Bulma stared at him. Such a 'Vegeta' thing to say, or is it a Saiyan thing to say? It would be strange for her to think of things in a way that regarded the entire universe like Vegeta did, but she would try. It would take a while however, she could only think about so many things at once considering the amount of information that was fed to her this morning.
"But this world, Earth, is all that matters to me Vegeta." Bulma said and crawled on top of her strong husband, staring into his dark eyes, "And you mean the world to me, and now, so does our child."
He looked up at her with a sad expression, but she knew he was not sad. She could feel it. He was happy about what she said, but was sad that she felt that way about him, as if he didn't deserve her love. Bulma didn't know why, but she had a feeling it had to do with his past and she knew there were more horrible things about his past that he would not tell her, possibly because it was too painful for him to even say let alone for her to hear.
Bulma smiled at him and then closed her eyes as she went to kiss him when she was suddenly thrown off the bed and onto the floor. She growled in anger and stood up from the floor shakily to stare daggers at Vegeta's back who was all the way over to window and looking outside.
"What the HELL was that!?" she screamed at him, "If I disgust you that much than why don't you—" but she was cut off by some sort of cloth that was thrown at her face.
She took it off her head and looked at it and then looked up at Vegeta who was already wearing his black dress pants.
He looked up at his wife who had crawled on top of him.
"And you mean the world to me, and now, so does our son." She said to him.
He had just told her that he was a Prince from another race alien to this planet, that he had murdered millions of innocent beings and that all he had known since childhood was death and hatred and she was excited at the fact that their child was royalty?
He did not understand the truly absurd woman he called his wife. She should be terrified of him, running for the hills, or even trying to kill him again, yet she was staying by him and devoting her entire existence to him. She truly loved him, and he did not deserve that love. He didn't deserve a child either but what was Vegeta to do now that he was given this second chance?
Suddenly his attention focused on something beyond the walls of his room and he ignored Bulma for a split second until he shoved her off of him and jumped to window in a split second. He heard her hit the floor hard and then braced himself for her inevitable screaming voice to come. She did, of course, but Vegeta ignored her. He was listening to the noises outside.
He pinpointed where they were coming from and quickly scooped up his white dress shirt and boxers and threw them at Bulma's face as he slipped his dress pants on in one quick movement.
Bulma looked at the garments and back up at him. "What's going on?"
"Put them on." Vegeta said roughly as he swung around and blasted a beam out the window that he was just looking through.
He frowned. Damn it, too late.
He shrugged and darted to Bulma who was fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. He wasted no time and hoisted her up into his arms and blasted through the roof just as their house below them exploded into flames and smoke. Bulma held onto Vegeta tightly and finally stopped screaming when she realized that she was in his arms and floating safely in the air. She sighed with relief, not fearing that Vegeta would drop her and looked down at their destroyed home.
"My house!" she cried and then looked to Vegeta for an explanation.
"It seems that your firm has decided to eliminate me in my own home." He replied shortly and flew off into the air.
"What!? How do you know that?" she asked.
"I could see them off in the distance. There were 3 of them, all women, and your firm seems to be primarily made of women, yes?" he asked and she nodded slowly. She looked slightly disheartened. She probably wasn't used to killing her own team members. Vegeta was.
"Where are we going?" Bulma finally asked, clinging to Vegeta's chest as he flew slightly faster in order to gain some time. Bulma's team mates would not give up that easily.
"Somewhere safe." He replied. He had to get Bulma somehwere safe, somewhere where she would not get in middle of the crossfire.
"And somewhere with clothes I hope." Bulma said with a sigh.
It felt like Bulma had been flying for 5 minutes but when she looked at her surroundings as Vegeta began to descend to the ground they were approaching a small cottage that was engulfed in the wilderness up in the mountains. She looked at him strangely when he set her down on the ground and started to walk to the door. She followed him.
Before they reached the door Goku opened it from the inside, a serious expression on his face. I've never seen Goku so…unhappy before. He let them inside of his house before he shut the door behind them.
"Were you expecting me, Kakarott?" Vegeta asked as they entered his living room.
"Yeah I was, but I can't tell you here. Can we go into the other room for a second?" Goku asked in a slightly quieter voice.
Bulma then noticed something as she examined Goku a little closer. She always knew that there was something not quite right about him. That hair…those eyes…his build…his appetite...Oh my god!
"Oh my god! You're a Saiyan too Goku!" Bulma cried her epiphany out loud as she pointed at the dumbfounded man in front of her.
"WHAT!? I-uh-don't know what you are talking about Bulma! Haha! What's a Saiyan anyway!?" he bumbled as his hand scratched behind his head and he laughed uncontrollably.
Vegeta just chuckled deep in his throat, "Took you long enough woman."
Bulma glared at him and crossed her arms playfully.
"She knows Kakarott, I've told her everything." Vegeta said to Goku and he relaxed in relief.
"Sheesh Vegeta! A little heads up would have been nice." Goku said and then smiled at Bulma, "Well I'm glad you know now Bulma! And it's good to see that you're not dead."
"Thanks Goku…" Bulma replied, not sure how to take that since she wasn't too thrilled at the fact that Vegeta had tried to kill her not too long ago.
"We have a situation, Kakarott. Can we please focus?" Vegeta snapped, "The other company is trying to eliminate me and has already destroyed my house—"
"I know Vegeta, but they're not just after you, they're after Bulma too." Goku cut in.
"What!?" Bulma screamed, "Why would they be after me? I work for them for kami's sake!"
"I don't know Bulma. All I know is that our firm has targeted the both of you too." Goku said.
Bulma looked at Vegeta who looked back at her with a cold expression on his face. We're both targeted by both competing firms? Why? What does that mean?
"Why do you think this would happen?" Bulma asked.
Goku just shrugged, he didn't know either.
"We have nothing to worry about on our side. I can take all of them on." Vegeta said sternly.
"Not to mention none of them would even go against you Vegeta, let alone the both of us since I'm not letting them go after you either." Goku said.
"And we certainly do not have to worry about her side either, I can wipe them all out in a single blast." Vegeta said with an evil grin.
Now just wait a minute!
"Vegeta! You can't do that!" Bulma cried in protest.
"Why not woman? They're all coming after you, and me! This is a simple problem to remedy and it can be done within the hour if necessary."
"Because those are innocent women on my side. If they had the choice they wouldn't even think of killing me! It's not right to murder them all just to save our own hides." Bulma explained. Most of them were her friends.
"A bit hypocritical don't you think?" Vegeta said as he cocked his eyebrow, "So you expect me to do nothing? I don't think so woman."
"No, I never said we shouldn't do anything about it, I'm just saying there is a better alternative than taking all of those lives." Bulma said, "Instead we should just kill the head honcho on both sides. Take out the boss and the company falls, it's as simple as that."
Vegeta stood there for a moment as he thought about it. "I never did much like taking orders anyway. Fine, I shall return momentarily while I fix this little snag."
And just before he flew off Bulma stopped him.
"Wait! There's no reason why we can't have a little fun," she said with an evil grin of her own, "I'll take out your boss and you can take out mine, how about that?"
Vegeta grinned, "Much better."
I know its kinda short but I just got back into the game so be nice :P