Chapter 4

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Bulma woke up and looked around. She couldn't remember falling asleep, and she really couldn't remember coming home. Her last memories were of Yamcha attacking her and a voice wisper her name. Who was that voice? She got out of bed, deciding that it was of no use to worry about the past, and then she felt a flash of pain wash over her wrists. She inspected them and found to rings of purple bruising and cuts; it seemed Yamcha had really hurt her. If she ever saw him again she would beat him bloody, she promised herself. She went into her bathroom and grabbed rubbed some soothing cream on her wrists, then went downstairs.

When Bulma reached the kitchen, she was greeted by a pleasant surprise: Vegeta eating breakfast with his son, and her mother.

"Vegeta, shouldn't you be training." She remarked.

"The other woman made food early than usual and me and the boy thought a second breakfast couldn't hurt." In truth Vegeta wanted to check in on Bulma. He didn't understand why but he wanted to make sure she was OK, and maybe find out why she was crying.

"Hn," was Bulma's response almost immediately followed by an loud cry of pain. She had hit her wrists on the counter. She looked around Hopeing no one had noticed. She looked around and saw Panchy distracted by Trunks and Vegeta had already left. She sighed In relief: she did not want to explain herself. It would create to many questions and who knows what Vegeta would do. Proberbly kill him.

"Bulma dear, Trunks birthday is coming up we need to plan the party." Panchy said. Bulma looked up if she enjoyed one thing, it was planing party's.

"Yeah I'll think about."

After breakfast she went off to her home lab to continue working on her special project, she had left Trunks with her mother so he wouldn't interfere.

"Ow. What the fuck?" Bulma looked at the figure she had just bumped into. Vegeta.

"Show me your wrist." He demanded.

"Why?" She snapped back.

"Show it." Bulma was about to protest, and then she looked I to his eyes. When onyx met sapphire her resolve melted, and she pulled up the sleeves of her shirt, revealing the bruises.

Vegeta stared at them for a while, trying to work out what was going on with him. He was angry, but not at her: at himself. He was angry be didn't know who had hurt the one human he could stand.

"Who did this?" He spoke as though he was inquiring about the weather.

Bulma thought hard. She could get Vegeta to hurt him; but would that q anything. She supposed if she asked nicely...

"Yamcha." She spoke at last. Vegeta was furious that weakling had hurt her. He was going to kill him. Bulma recognised that look in his eyes and knew it meant trouble.

"Don't hurt him."

"Hn. I care he hurt you why?" He smirked. He then promptly walked off.

"Well that was weird," Bulma mused to herself. Well at least she had now seen him four the first time in three weeks. She was happy.

-(m)-

The next morning Bulma again saw Vegeta, it seemed he wasn't avoiding her anymore. She wondered why. Maybe it was because he was afraid Yamcha would come back. She hoped it was that, although with Vegeta it proberbly wasn't.

"Hey Vegeta in two weeks Trunks is turning one and we're having party. I would really like it if you came."

"Woman are you ill. He's a baby he will not remember it."

"I don't care Vegeta. Are you coming or not."

"Not." Of course. Oh well she would still have Trunks and all her friends there. Except Yamcha. Never Yamcha.

Two weeks went by very quickly. To quickly Panchy thought, there was still countless things they could have included. Bulma, however, was content; all her friends had RSVPed yes and were coming. Krillin even said he'd bring a date. She wanted to see how it was. She really hoped it wasn't that maron girl again. Something about her hair had annoyed her.

"Bulma, the guests are here."

Bulma smiled and walked over to the door...to be met with a very loud woman squeezing through a door. In a very short amount of time chichi had gotten quite large.

"Chichi, your pregnant?"

"Yeah. Since just before the cell games."

"Hey guys. Oh wow chichi, you really let yourself go," said the bald ex-bald fighter.

"You insensitive ass," a hormonal chichi screached trying to run after him. Then she heard laughter, and looked to see a beautiful blonde woman looking at Krillin.

"Krillin, isn't that the EVIL android."

"Oh yeah sorry guys. This is android 18. My girlfriend."

"What but she's a villain."

"I think the real villain is Vegeta."

"Don't start that."

"Sorry Bulma its just 18 here didn't put someone in the hospital two weeks ago." Bulma stopped, she was both happy and angry.

"Oh no, Yamcha." Bulma quickly excused herself and ran towards the gravity room.

"Vegeta open this door right now!"

"What do you want, Woman."

"What did you do to Yamcha."

"He damaged what is mine, so I damaged him."

"So you own me." Bulma was irritated, completley missing the affection.

"Please, Woman, you are putty in my hand. "

"Am not."

"Oh really," Vegeta said in a deep sexy wisper right into her ear. When did he move behind her. She didn't really care, because just at that moment Vegeta started to kiss her neck and slowly work his way up. Quick as lighting he spin her around and kissed her on the lips. She leaded in probing her tounge into his mouth...and found air.

"See, putty."

Bulma looked at him and smiled. She walked forwards and rubbed her hands over his bare sweaty back and then brought one ha d down to stroke his manhood through his spandex shorts.

"Vulgar woman," he growled. Before pushing her against the wall to kiss her. Bulma purred when the princes tongue slipped into her mouth. Shit he was winning. Bulma slippes out of his kiss and shit behind him. She found his cock again and began to stroke it, watching his control waver. Vegeta tried to kiss her again but Bulma doged and trapped both his hands; not wanting to hurt her Vegeta didn't retaliate. Then Bulma initiated the kiss. Pressing her lips on to his. He had given up now. He wanted this and from he could tell so did she. He grapped her top and threw it to the ground looking at her exposed breasts. He moved his lips down Bulma's body utill he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck it. Bulma moaned in pleasure and scratched her nails down Vegeta's back and then she found his shorts and began to pull them down. Vegeta, getting the message, pulled his shorts off and then ripped her underwear off and slip himself inside her. He breathed in her sent as he pumped in and out and felt suffers of joy every time she moaned his name. Bulma was in bliss screaming very loudly. Completely forgetting that she had guests nearby. As Vegeta pumped harder and harder Bulma felt waves of pleasure as she reached her orgasm. But Vegeta didn't stop felt her movements and pulled her in to her before moving away from the wall to the floor. Vegeta was getting close to finishing and screamed as he pumped his throbbing cock on last time into her hole.

"Aghrrrrrr," he screamed as he came inside her.

Both were breathing heavily and happy to just stay with each other, but then Bulma realised she needed to rejoin the party. In the doorway she smiled at Vegeta and said, " I know you took me home." She had worked it out by his beating up Yamcha.