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From Trapped to Pain

Burying his face in her soft flesh Vegeta forgot all about everything he'd lectured himself about earlier. It was always like this, he thought in the back of his mind as her hands came up to stroke his back. No matter how many times he told himself that what he was doing was wrong he just kept coming back. Coming back to her. She was his weakness, infuriating him every time with the harsh fact that he couldn't rid himself of her. He'd always been trained to find your weakness and then destroy them. How was he supposed to do that? Kill her? How could he kill her when even the thought of raising his hand to her turned his stomach. He'd never had a problem with using violence to get his way before. It wasn't her sex either. The thought of killing Bulma's mother didn't bother him overly much, only the thought of what that would do to Bulma bothered him in that instance. Turning his face to nuzzle against the valley between her breasts Vegeta looked up to find her watching her, her eyes half closed, dark blue with plaint heat and passion. She never brought it up either. Never saw his need for her as a weakness. She never used it against him either, Vegeta thought, his dark eyes going darker as she leaned up to begin trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. His rough, calloused hands moving to stroke her hips he smiled roguishly when she gave a little moan in the back of her throat. There would be plenty more where that came from he thought, is fingers stroking against her sensitive skin.

"So serious looking." Bulma murmured against his neck, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. All that golden, muscular flesh, she thought, practically licking her lips in anticipation. He was all hers and she was going to make sure he realized it. "Don't you like your present?" Bulma wanted to know, nipping his ear playfully.

"I thought you had other plans." Vegeta pointed out as he rolled them over so that she was on top and he could get a good look at her face. Or at least he would have if she wasn't smiling at him in a way that had his brain begin to lose function again. It definitely had a couple blips when she shrugged out of what was left of her night gown, her body on display for his enjoyment as she looked down at him. Only a Saiyan could hold a thought in this sort of situation.

"I did. They were all related to getting your Valentines Day present just right." Bulma said wickedly, wiggling her hips which just happened to be straddling his. "I spent at least an hour deciding on that gown you just ripped. I think I should be compensated." She added teasingly, lowering her head to continue with her earlier route, placing kisses down his neck and along his shoulder. Biting down hard when his hands moved to her bottom to try and press her against him she lifted her head slightly. "Uh uh. I'm getting my compensation." She reminded him, lapping at the marks her teeth had left with her tongue. His skin was so tough she hadn't even drawn blood, Bulma thought to herself, enjoying his growl of annoyed pleasure. He liked to be in control but he liked what she was doing just as much.

Raising an eyebrow Vegeta moved his hands, bringing them around to put behind his head. She'd never bitten him hard before. Or her definition of hard, Vegeta corrected with a smirk. Just what was the little woman up to?

Pleased he was giving her her own way for the moment as least Bulma gave his shoulder one last flick of her tongue before she began trailing open mouthed kisses down his chest, enjoying the feel of those tough muscles contracting under her mouth. "Have I ever told you how much I like the taste of your skin?" Bulma inquired, encircling one of his nipples with her tongue.

"Not recently." Vegeta grounded out, his body going unforgivably weak under hers.

"Well let me show you." Bulma purred as she went about showing Vegeta how much she liked it by tasting just about every inch of skin on his body. Needless to say Vegeta's ability to think ended pretty damn quick and for once the proud warrior of the great Saiyan race was the willing conquest of a mere slip of a human girl. Who knew surrender could be so rewarding?

Waking up the next morning Vegeta opened his eyes, sleep already thrown off as his eyes automatically went to the warm body laying on top of his before shifting to the clock at his bedside table. Eyes going wide as he stared at the digits it took him a moment to process just what he was reading. How the hell could it almost be noon? He never slept past seven and that was if he was tired. Gaze turning back to Bulma he stared at her with a combination of shock and amazement. She'd..she'd worn him out to the point he had slept right through his normal routine. He'd slept half the day away. So maybe he'd gotten next to nil sleep last night but...but.. how the hell could this have happened? About to slide out from under her he froze when the reason for his late rising gave a protesting murmur, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck as she nuzzled her face against his neck, her body shifted so that it remained in perfect fit with his. Grounding his teeth Vegeta ignored her half asleep protests and slid out of bed, watching for a moment as she rolled over to lay on his side of the bed before he left the room, his destination the shower. Stepping in Vegeta turned it on and ducked his head under the warm spray, the last bit of sleep washing away with the water. Slapping hands against the tiles Vegeta leaned against the wall, his mind reeling from the blow he'd just been given out of nowhere. He'd told himself that the woman would never affect his life in any noticeable way. Even before he'd decided to cut ties with her he'd done it for no other reason then she seemed to be getting attached. He wasn't interested in anything but sex from the woman and dealing with her outside the bedroom was an annoyance he didn't need. At least that was what he'd assumed. Yet here he stood, in the shower having just woken up even though it was almost time for lunch. He should have gotten in at the very least five hours of training in by now. Because of Bulma the only sweat he'd worked up had had nothing to do with training exercises.

When had she become so powerful that she could cause him to miss his training? She'd somehow completely overridden his body's functions. He always woke up at six in the morning, regardless of what time he went to bed. His body had decided instead that it would rather stay in bed and waste six perfectly good hours of training for some mindless physical satisfaction. When had he fallen so far in disgrace? When had he grown so soft and..human like. Humans were the ones who let themselves be ruled by their basic needs. The ones who were too weak to be able to control and regulate those needs. He could regulate the hours he slept, how much he ate and push his body beyond the limits of even the most hard core trainer's standards. But he couldn't control his need for her. He couldn't just turn his need for her on and off. It had to be all for nothing. Which was exactly what he'd told himself before he'd walked into his room the night before. And all it had taken was the sight of her to make him forget everything. To make him need her more then he needed his next breath. She had power over him. Too much power. As degrading as it was to admit he, a Saiyan prince had let a human female have the power to weaken him. To have him bend to her will. If this kept up she could make him do anything. Give up all his plans and become just like those pathetic weaklings she was friends with. Civilize him as she liked to put it. Give up his heritage, his pride and his very being. Shame flooding through he leaned his head against the cool tile, his eyes clenched tight as he used what strength he had to continue standing. No. No he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't betray his people, his line like that. He was a Saiyan Prince, doomed never to be king because there was no Saiyans left to lead. It was up to him to remain as an example of what his people had been. He had to be strong. He had to overcome this weakness. Never again. Never again would he let her weaken him this way. It ended today.

It was the Vegeta of old that finally stepped out of the shower. Drying his hair off quickly he tied the towel around his waist as he had the night before and headed back to his room. Ignoring the woman still laying under the black silk sheets he went over to his dresser and retrieving his clothes got dressed and left her where she was. Heading out he paused for a moment, fighting the urge to turn his head, just to look at her once more. But this time he was able to fight the urge and left, closing the door behind him without another glance. He would go straight to training and make up for lost time.

He'd been training for about an hour when he felt her eyes on him. Pausing in midair he looked down to see her watching him, dressed in only one of his shirts which just hit her mid thigh. Slowly lowering to the ground he kept his cold, harsh black eyes on her.

Raising an eyebrow Bulma felt a chill go down her spine at the look in his eyes. It was like going back in time to the days when they'd just met. When he'd terrified her. These were not good chills running down her spine. "Uhm...hungry?" She asked hesitantly, hoping that was it. He did tend to get cranky when he hadn't eaten in a bit.

"No. Don't you have things to do today, Woman?" Vegeta asked, keeping her eyes glued to her face, refusing to look into her eyes, not wanting to see what might be lurking in those blue depths.

"Well I thought...since my parents won't be back until tomorrow night...that you and I...could do something. Maybe get a movie? One with lots of explosions?" Bulma said with a hopeful look, knowing those were the only kind of movie he'd willingly sit through. He didn't mind martial arts one but he liked them because he could spend the whole movie making fun of them. Something was wrong here, she thought, trying to read his eyes but coming up blank. It was like his face was carved of marble and just as hard.

"I have no wish to spend any more time then is necessary in your company, Woman." Vegeta said bluntly, watching as all the color drained from her face. He could practically hear the gears turning in her head. "I have no intention of repeating the past few months with you ever again. Now I have training to do. Leave."

Mouth opening Bulma tried to speak, to ask why but nothing came out. Closing her mouth she felt as though all the air had been taken out of her lungs. As though someone had reached into her chest and pulling out her heart had then stuffed it down her throat. He meant it. He really meant it. What had she done? What had she said? Eyes welling up she slowly backed up, away from him as they began to slide down her cheeks. Slowly turning around she walked out of the room and crossed the lawn, her destination the house. As soon as she'd crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her she collapsed, her chest heaving with sobs as she leaned against the wall, curling into herself as she gave herself over to the overwhelming waves of pain drowning her. Oh God, oh God. When had he come to matter so much?

When the Briefs came back from their little holiday it was to find a Vegeta obsessed with training and a daughter who was equally obsessed with avoiding Vegeta and working on her various inventions. Since no one in their right mind ever tried to question Vegeta about anything both parents tried to get something out of Bulma without luck. Their daughter stubbornly refused to tell them more then that she and Vegeta had had a difference of opinion and that they'd agreed to stay out of each other's way for the sake of their healths. To help with that Bulma put a bulletin board up which Vegeta was to leave repair notes on. Thus for a whole month and a half they got away with not talking to each other beyond the simple asking to pass food or Vegeta asking if something was finished yet. Needless to say Bulma got little sleep and created more things in that month in a half then she'd done since the beginning of that year. It showed to which worried her parents to no end. She looked paler then usual and she was obviously losing weight without doing it on purpose. She wasn't eating much and when she actually joined them for meals it was only to pick at whatever was on her plate. Vegeta ate normally but he'd shocked Mrs. Briefs by informing her that Bulma needed to eat more. She was pleased that he'd cared enough to noticed but wish the boy would do something about patching things up with her daughter instead. What must have happened, she wondered, to cause this big of a reaction?

Aware of her mother's eyes burning a hole into the back of her head Bulma deliberately went over to the kitchen table and picking an apple out of the fruit bowl bit in. She wasn't hungry but she knew it would make her mother happy. Chewing without tasting Bulma looked over at the clock, absently doing the math in her head. "I have to go in about fifteen minutes, Mom. Do you need anything while I'm out?" She'd promised to take Gohan shopping for a present of his mother and even though she wasn't feeling well a promise was a promise. Besides, if she didn't take Gohan Goku would do it. The last thing she needed was to have Goku sleeping over here because Chi Chi had kicked him out of the house again. Her best friend had the worst taste when it came to buying his special someone something.

"No, you just have a good time." Mrs. Briefs said with a wide smile, glad Bulma was at least going out. The girl certainly hadn't shown any interest outside of her work in a while. She'd even stopped worrying about her make up in the morning!

"I'm just going to go get changed then." Bulma said with a small smile before heading up to her room. Tossing the barely touched apple into the trash when she got there she changed out of her work stained clothes and not wanting Chi Chi to notice anything was up deliberately dressed for a day out shopping. Frowning when she realized her pants were really loose Bulma went over to the mirror and stared, seeing for the first time just how much weight she'd lost. When you lived in sweat pants it was hard to notice. God. She needed to eat more, Bulma thought, turning this way and that as she gazed at her reflection. Some of it could be blamed on her bout of the flu last week but the majority could be blamed..on well Vegeta. Frowning she decided then and there that she was taking Gohan out to a fast food place and she was gonna pig out. This weight was coming back on. Choosing a T-shirt she dug around until she found her overalls dress. It sorta hid how much weight she'd lost, even if she was a little too old for the style. What the hell, she was going retro. Nodding her head she stared in the mirror, giving her the best pep talk she could come up with before heading out, intending to have fun with Gohan and start her life back on track. No Saiyan asshole was going to screw her life like this. She was one tough, independent bad ass and no man was going to prove differently.

"Wow, Bulma. You sure were hungry. You almost ate as much as me." Gohan said with a grin as they left the fast food joint.

Yeah, and she was feeling. Feeling just a little sick Bulma gave Gohan a weak smile. She hadn't been hungry but she'd made herself eat until her body just couldn't take anymore. She should have eased into the eating enough, Bulma thought, cursing silently.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gohan asked, tugging on her arm gently. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine." Bulma assured her then had to take that back as her vision started to blue in front of her. "Oh crap."

"Bulma?"

"Gohan..I think...I think I'm going to faint. Sorry." Was the last thing she managed to say before she pitched forward, unconscious before Gohan's hands had even reached out to grab her.

Waking up Bulma looked up to see a man she didn't know looking down at her. Blinking Bulma tried to get her bearings but had absolutely no idea where exactly she was. "You're at a clinic, Ms. Briefs." She was informed by the man before she could ask. "Your friend Gohan had you brought here, he's in the waiting room right now. How are you feeling?"

"I knew I shouldn't have tried to gain back all that weight at once." Bulma groaned, her head hurting, not to mention that her stomach was far from settled. Realizing she hadn't answered his question Bulma turned her attention back to the man, presumably a doctor. "I have a headache and my stomach is a little unsettled. Is that why I fainted? Because I ate too much after not eating right for so long?"

"Is there a reason you've been skipping meals, Ms. Briefs?"

"I haven't been hungry. Normally when I get dumped I turn to food for comfort but in this case it was sorta the opposite." Bulma said with a sigh, seeing no point in lying to the guy. Forcing herself to sit up the world spun a bit but it passed so that she was left with the headache and a feeling she wasn't going to be eating anything for a while despite her resolution. "Don't worry, I've already realized the problem. Today was the day my eat properly resolution went into effect. A little late from the looks of it, huh?"

"Well you certainly should be eating properly and it is good that you realized that you were causing your body damage." The doctor began, her comment about a break up making him think his next question might not go over well. "And eating so much so soon wasn't the best way to go about things. I suggest you try a week of less solid foods and then work up to the junk food your friend Gohan said you inhaled earlier."

"Oh, poor Gohan. He's got to be worried sick." Bulma said as she chewed absently on her lower lip, feeling just awful for dragging the poor guy into all of this. "I better go let him know I'm all right. He's probably thinking the worst."

"Ms. Briefs...there's no delicate way of saying this. Is it possible you might be pregnant? Your friend Gohan said that you had had an unusual flu last week. That you were going to go shopping then but that you'd had fits of nausea and were extremely tired without having done anything particularly physical. He also said you looked unwell before you picked him up and that even though your shopping trip was brief it seemed to wear you out quickly. Could you tell me if you've had your period lately?"

Mouth hanging open Bulma was all set to tell him she had when she realized she hadn't. Mind racing she realized she hadn't even noticed she'd skipped it this month. Oh God. Staring at the doctor with no words coming out of her mouth Bulma slowly nodded her head.

"Shall we find out then?" The doctor said kindly, holding out a pregnancy test he'd brought with him, just in case. The symptoms had been there after all and it never hurt to be prepared, especially after listening to the boy's explanation of what his patient had been like the last couple of weeks.

A few minutes later she had her answer.

She was pregnant.

She was carrying the heir to a non existent planet.

She was carrying Vegeta's child.