The tournament is coming, get ready for some action!
Bulma was trying on her new red dress, it looked really nice on her, a bit too short maybe, she was not that young anymore, but she thought that she looked hot for her age. Maybe it was due to the great sex she had been getting the last years. She smiled at the mirror remembering what she had experienced last night, it had been passion with capital P, in fact, it has been a bit too passionate for her own good. She had the biggest hickey of history. She put a small scarf around her neck. It looked fashionable, good, because she was probably going to be use it for a while till her skin returned ot its original coloring. Vegeta had biten her and his hands had tried to touch her more tha ever. Bulma thought about it for a moment. Maybe this wasn´t good, not that she was complaining, Vegeta´s lovemaking techniques had improved so much since their first time but this was different. There was something troubling him, something scared him. Now that she was thinking about it, she could remember how he clung to her, how he seemed to try to fuse his body with her, not leaving a single gap between their bodies. Maybe she was overreacting, he was okay, he had changed so much, he seemed at peace, sometimes even relaxed, she had seen him smile and he had even laughed when playing with Trunks. He told her that if she could find a way to get married without a ceremony he was up to it, that had filled her with happiness, and that was all she needed, that was better that any other vow. He needed to get away now and then but he aways came back, he missed them, it was obvious. Vegeta was happy with his life, wasn´t he?
Bulma changed to her usual capsule corp t-shirt and tight jeans and decided it was a good time to have a chat with her prince. But when she walked down the stairs she heard the familiar noise coming from the GR. Her men were training as usual. She sighed, lost battle again, she knew that when Vegeta ends up his training he has only two things in mind: dinner, sex before sleeping enough hours to train early in the morning. She will be prepared tonight, talking might not be the way to know how he was feeling, if he was not okay he will have worst nightmare, she should listen to him while he was sleeping, sometimes, he made more sense asleep. She went to the kitchen and leaned on the counter. She had been tempted to tell the others about the nightmares, maybe that way they would be able to learn to appreciate him a little bit more, but she knew he would hate the idea, and felt betrayed. He had only confided in her and that was sacred.
Vegeta punched the air fast but he kept a watchful eye on his only son. The boy was having a hard time to adapt his little body to the gravity in the room.
-"Don´t push it, Trunks, leave the room"- Vegeta told his son, he wasn´t interested in seeing how the boy got injured, he had promised Bulma that the boy was going to be fine-"150 g´s is too much for you"
-"No way, Goten, called last night, he is entering the tournament, I want to be sure I can win. Gohan is training him"- Trunks was sweating but refused to stop.
-"You think this is a game"- Vegeta was smirking full of pride with his son stubborness and desire to beat Kakarot´s spawn. He knew the boys were not real enemies but their rivalry was something that he approved of. Besides, it was good for them to spend time together, at least they both were half-saiyans. He had grown fond of Goten, after all, he had seen the boy since he was born and the kid had spent so much time at capsule corp.
-"This is hard"- Trunks stopped and tried to concentrat his ki
-"I told you, what are you planning to do?"- Vegeta looked at his son and was surprised to see how his hair turned yellow while he boy became a super saiyan.
-"I think I will turn into a super saiyan"- Trunks laughed happy
-"What?"- Vegeta saw the boy, who was now running like a crazy little animal around the GR.-"When ahd he? This is ridiculous, super saiyans were legendary warriors, how did it get so easy??"
Trunks started jumping while running, it was all so much fun, he loved surprising his dad.
-"Trunks!"- Vegeta´s tone stopped the boy on his tracks-"Can Gohan´s brother turn super saiyan too?"
-"Yes"- was the simple answer
-"Of course, this is a bargain sale on super saiyans"- Vegeta couldn´t believe it, after all the effort and pain it cost him. It was maddening. Suddenly and idea formed in his mind-"Try to hit me"
-"What?"- Trunks was sure he had not heard what his father had just said-"Why would I do that, dad? You are too strong for me"
Vegeta loved his son´s blind devotion and admiration, for the boy he was and had always been the strongest warrior in the universe. Vegeta had admires his father but before he was taken to Freeza´s ship, when he was just five years old, he had already discovered his father was weaker than him. Vegeta shuddered at the memory of those dark years. He preferred to focus on his son face, always eager to learn, to listen to him, to be there with him.
-"Just try to hit me on the face"-Vegeta told him but Trunks didn´t move-"Okay, lets make a deal, if you land a blow on my face I will take you to the park"
-"Really? That would be amazing, dad"- Trunks powered up-"I am ready"
-"Bring everything you have got"- Vegeta told him.
The boy punched as fast as he could, Vegeta found it hard to cope with his strength and velocity, the boy was good. Suddenly a light punch to his jaw made Vegeta lose control and he threw the boy to he other side of the GR.
Vegeta looked at the boy to make sure he was okay. He was certainly alive but his face was getting red from the punch.
-"Ooops"- Vegeta knew he was in for trouble. If the boy cried his mother would come in there and all hell would break loose. The mere idea of her yelling and telling him that training Trunks was over and that he could say hello again to his old single bed for a week was more than he could bare right now.
-"This is not fair, you fought back"- Trunks was on the verge of tears
-"I never said I wouldn´t"-Vegeta tried to control his son, but he saw that Trunks was already starting to cry –"Do not cry, we are going to the park, now!"
-"Great"- Trunks forgot the pain in his poor nose
-"But before, who is stronger, you or kakarot´s spawn?"- Vegeta asked
-"I am a little stronger, but Goten is a year younger than me and he hasn´t learn to fly yet"- Trunks answered.
-"Only a little?"-Vegeta though. He had to do something about it.
Bulma was still in the kitchen when she saw her son running around with his small dark blue jacket, closely followed by Vegeta, dressed with a pair of trousers and a t-shirt.
-"Where are you going? I thought you two were training?"- Bulma asked at the unusual sight of her family out of the GR
-"I punched dad and now we are going to the park"- Trunks answered his mother-"do you want to come too?"
-"Punched?"- Bulma glanced towards Vegeta who was blushing angered by his son
-"He is bluffing"- Vegeta growled-"are you coming or not?"
-"It could be fun to see how you two scare the rest of children and their parents in the park but I have to work on the lab, I am finishing a project"- Bulma said sadly
-"See you, mom"- Trunks flew away.
-"Vegeta, tell him not to fly around, take the car, now you have a license"- Bulma told him.
-"I will take care of the brat"- Vegeta touched her cheek, she looked tired, maybe he was too rough with her last night. He had not wanted to hurt her, but sometimes it was hard not to, she was so weak and fragile. She was definitely not a saiyan woman, although he could not remember how saiyan women look like.
-"What are you thinking?"- Bulma asked looking into his eyes
-"Did I hurt you, last night?"- Vegeta asked, then he realized that his question showed too much concern and he could not tolerate that-"saiyans lovemaking can be too intense for weaklings"
-"Believe me, I know, but you have to admit that I have been a fairly strong mate for you"- She winked-"still, I am covered in bruises, I guess saiyan women were just as stong and savage as their men. Did you ever..."
-"My planet was destroyed when I was five"- Vegeta answered-"no women survived. All my information about saiyan women, and women in general came from Nappa"
-"That explains so much"- Bulma laughed
-"What?"- Vegeta didn´t understand.
-"When you came to live here, when we...our first times together...you were not a very good lover"- Bulma admitted
-"I don´t recall you complaining"- Vegeta was offended, in fact, he could remember her moans of pleasure.
-"Don´t get me wrong, you were good but you were so...basic. Now, you have acquired some skills but back then it lacked some of the magic that you do now"- She tried to explain.
-"That is why training is important, you can always improve"- He kissed her, tasting her mouth, he wished Trunks could go alone to the park, right now he had a better idea of what he could do with his time.
-"Ugh!"- Trunks yelled when he came back, bored of waiting on the garden and saw his parents kissing. It was embarrashing
-"Ok, stop that noise, we are going to the park, move it"- Vegeta said frustrated
-"You kissed mom!"- Trunks could get over it-"I will never kiss a girl"
-"Oh, yes, you will"- Bulma laughed
-"Trust me, son, the female species is such an enigma. When I was your age, girls meant nothing to me too but they get better when they grow up"- Vegeta told Trunks while they walked to the car.
The morning of the tournament came and everyone was nervous and excited. Bulma decided it was the best moment to wear her new red dress, and she found a matching scarf to hide her hickey. She began to search her bag, trying to find the capsule of the big ship, she needed it, as she had promised the others that she was going to pick them for the tournament. She could hear Trunks practising in the garden and suddenly she felt very sad and worried. That feeling have been creeping inside her since she realised Vegeta was becoming desperate at night. There was something wrong but she couldn´t discover what it was. She ended up in the floor, crying her eyes out.
Vegeta entered into the room, he was ready to yell at her for being late but he found her in the floor and crying.
-"Are you hurt?"- He touched her quickly, checking for wounds or injuries, she seemed to be fine.
-"I am ok, it is just...I can´t find the capsule"- She sobbed
-"Silly woman, you left it in the kitchen table last night"- He reminded her-"Is that why you were crying?"
-"No"- Bulma agreed-"I have been worried, I have a strange feeling, like something is threatening us, I can´t explain it"
Vegeta looked at her, could she know about his doubts, his fears? No, that was impossible. He help her to stand up and touched her hair.
-"I am fond of you and the brat, I would never let anything happen to any of you"- He promised
-"I know you have changed"- Bulma said-"I am proud of you for it, you are no longer the soldier that Freeza created, you are your own person now. I love the man you have become"
-"Then stop all that crying, woman, and get ready or we will be late"- Vegeta turned again into the arrogan prince mode-"why do we have to fly with the losers?"
-"They are my friends, be nice"- Bulma wiped her tears and straigthen her dress.
-"Are you going dressed like that?"- Vegeta loved the outfit, but he was sure master roshi was going to love it, he couldn´t stand the old man and the way he was always trying to grab Bulma´s ass
-"Don´t you like it?"- Bulma asked him
-"Leaves nothing to the imagination"- Vegeta growled, his imagination was actually working full-time at that moment.
-"Good, I am meeting everyone and I want to look as drop-dead-gorgeous as I can"- She smiled pleased.-"don´t get jealous, you know I have eyes only for you, my champion"
Bulma started teasing him while they went downstairs to pick the capsule and their child.
Trunks was waiting in the garden, focusing his energy in a ki ball in his hand. His father could prevent himself from admiring the strength of his son.
-"Ready, Trunks?"- Bulma threw the Capsule and the big ship appeared in front of them
-"Can I choose my seat and Goten?"- Trunks ask-"I don´t want to sit with Master roshi or Marron"
-"Why not? Master Roshi cares a lot for you and Marron is a sweet girl"- Bulma opened the door of the ship and let Vegeta entered. The prince said nothing and took his usual seat next to the pilot´s.
-"She is a baby, mom"- Trunks explained his mom-"and Master Roshi gives me the creeps, he is always looking...well, you know"
-"At your mother´s ass"- Vegeta finished the sentence
-"Ugh, dad"- Trunks blushed
-"Ok, ok, chose your seats, we are already too late. Come on Trunks"- Bulma sat at her place as pilot and prepared the ship. She turned her gaze towards Vegeta, he seemed to be thinking in silence, which was not unusual. Still, she needed some reassurance that everything was really okay. She looked again at the ship panels and then she felt his hand, tenderly and lightly brushing the skin on her right knee. She looked at him again. He crossed his arms in his usual stance, he kept looking at the horizon but he flashed a smile, not a smirk, not a grin, but full, warm smile, and it was only for her.
-"Buckle up boys, we are leaving!"- She felt much better now.
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Loong chap...ok, maybe a bit blue but Bulma lived with him and must have an idea of what was on his mind before becoming Majin Vegeta...besides I still have the blues for my PC so it did had an effect on my writing...hope you like it, thanks for taking the time to read the fic...it started a 3 chap thing and it is getting longer than my wish list for Xmass...if you like it, then you know the drill...please review...feedback is always welcomed...