Chapter 3: Instincts

Bulma sighed heavily and walked back inside her home. She decided the best thing for her was to leave just for the pregnancy. Capsule Corp. was her home and she knew she wouldn't be able to stay away for long. She'd of course stay in contact with her parents and friends. She couldn't, would never, abandon her family and friends, and since she was working with her father, she'd tell him she was leaving for a little while and have him send blueprints and emails of current and future Capsule Corp. projects she needed to work on. This was all just temporary.

She knew she had to leave, she couldn't just tell Vegeta to leave. Pssh! The 'Almighty Saiyan Prince' doing whatever a lowly earthing told him to do, no way, never gonna happen. So, she just skipped a step and decided to think with her brain and not let her pride get in the way. She didn't need Vegeta tormenting her parents either.

So, now she had to figure out how she was going to do all this without the prince-of-royal-assholes finding out. Hmm... think Bulma think!... i got it!! Just then, she ran down to her lab, and pressing in the security code, she bolted through the door seconds after it started opening.

She ran to the storage closet and started rummaging around, looking hard for something. Damnit! Where is..ahha!

Bulma leaned up and smiled triumphantly at the small capsule in her hand. A week earlier her parents had invited her to join them on one of their latest vacations and Bulma had agreed and packed a months worth of clothes and toiletries, ectera ectera, but then changed her mind after her and the saiyan prince shared a passionate kiss. Now, with this tiny capsule in her hand, she could skip another step, packing, and better her plan of leaving without Vegeta knowing.

She stood up slowly and slid the capsule in the pocket of her jeans and headed towards the door, deciding she'd get some sleep and finish up her plans tomorrow.

Vegeta had been thinking over his actions in the kitchen with the woman for the past few hours, debating whether or not he wanted to hate himself or if he'll just leave it up to her. He knew she hated him now, no doubt about that.

What on this god forsaken mudball of a planet possessed you to say such demeaning things to her? What the hell were you so angry about to begin with? he scolded himself. He knew very well that a child with Bulma wasn't as appauling as he made it seem. Hell, he was somewhat... glad? Yes, he was glad, he had an heir, though only half saiyan, but Bulma was just as good as a saiyan woman.

He chuckled at that last thought as he thought of the blue-haired woman. She was an animal in bed and satisfied him perfectly. He was never gonna find a girl like her.

Do you hear yourself? You're putting some weakling on some kind of a pedestal! Don't let her make you weak!

Vegeta frowned and growled deeply at nothing in particular but the darkness in his bedroom. He was being weak and he knew it. Having feelings like this about an earthling woman. Maybe that's what his previous anger had been? His mind knew subconsiously that he was harvesting these weak emotions for her and was protecting him from becoming a lovesick puppy like Kakarott.

He growled again as he envisioned himself following Bulma around like a dutiful mongrel.

Not getting any closer to a good night's sleep, Vegeta walked over to his balconey, flew out the window and headed to the gravity room. Deciding traning was much better than sitting around thinking of Bulma.

He was wrong of course.

Even before he and the woman mated, his training was interrupted by intimate thoughts o her. The way she smelled, the way she always had a comeback for him. She never disappointed him in an arguement.

After an hour or so of trying to train, Vegeta gave up and walked outside to a nearby tree, flying up and sitting comfortably on a branch, leaning his back against the trunk. He was never going to get her off his mind. He thought of previous arguements over simple things like dishes and laundry, and especially his health. She was the only other person beside his mother to show genuine care for him. And how did he repay her? By degrading her.

Vegeta's mind flashed to her form in the kitchen. Her beautiful tear stained, fear stricken face. Tears he caused. Fear of him. Him what though? Didn't the baka woman know he'd never hurt her like that? If he were going to kill her, he'd done it already. But did she know that?

Did she?

His mind flashed again to her eyes. Beautiful sapphire eyes that reminded him of one of the oceans he's visited here on earth. Then he remebered her tears and the intense terror in them that pierced his heart. She was his 'kitten with claws', as he liked to refer to her, but in that one moment, she'd retracted her claws and did what her instincts told her to do.

Runaway.