Is Bulma still his?
Seven long months had kept Vegeta way from Bulma. Ironically she was partially responsible for Vegeta even ascending. Goku had told him once a great personal loss had allowed him to ascend, and that maybe Vegeta needed something to care for too. Vegeta had scoffed at the time. He only cared about surpassing Goku and all who opposed him. Now as he neared the familiar compound he knew he had far more to be concerned with.
His stomach dropped as he remembered his violent dream. Bulma's death at the hands of the androids, a mere taunt towards him. Vegeta had awoken in a cold sweat a Super Saiyan. Despite the barbaric training it had all come full circle. It was because of Bulma, he needed her. His entire being ached for her. She had been all he thought about, all he dreamt about and he'd been without her long enough. He crept silently in the night as he slipped inside like he always had. He listened for a moment. He heard the gentle clanking off in the direction of Bulma's lab. He could scold her, even seven months pregnant she was attempting to work.
He stood in the doorway in silence. She was plump. Round. Full with his growing seed. Her hair was an even more vibrant shade of blue than he could've ever remembered, styled a bouncy bob that came to her chin. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders as he finally saw her, safe and sound. In her fervor she still hadn't noticed him. He had meant to mull over his words but they spilled out so easily. "Aren't you too fat to work?" He heard the clatter of a tool on the floor as her whole body tensed. Slowly she turned to face the Saiyan, who was tattered and dirty, like after every training session. This one had just been seven months long.
A tiny gasp escaped her full lips as she just stared, her whole body rocketing through a large cycle of emotions. Vegeta noticed them all, the surprise, the anger, and the slight relief. His cocky grin didn't falter. Bulma looked just as good if not even better in pregnancy. He longed for her swollen breasts, her glowing skin, for her! Her eyes were still wide with shock as he edged closer. "I'm done with capsule food- I could use a real meal." About a beat after that sentence Vegeta dodged a wrench which had been thrown at him.
Bulma was seething now, a venomous scowl on her face, her breaths coming out in dangerous little growls. "Vegeta..." she hissed, her plump body beginning to tremble. Vegeta wasn't too worried, the last time she had thrown things at him they had had wild sex. He edged a little closer and she hurled something else at him. He dodged with ease. "Stay away from me!" She cried out angrily, tears forming in turquoise eyes. Vegeta frowned a little.
"I know you'r-"
"You know? You know nothing!" Bulma's voice was carrying far as she continued on, her finger pointed at the Saiyan in question.
She was now approaching him, her eyes narrowed. "You show up here asking for a meal? After you all but say you didn't want me or our baby-" Vegeta interjected quickly, his eyes burning into hers.
"I never said I didn't want you." He stated seriously, his face set with determination. Bulma's hand rose with a quick fury and met with Vegeta's face.
"Your absence said more than you ever could!" She raised her hand again but Vegeta caught it with gentle ease.
"Woman..." He began but Bulma's voice cut into his.
"My name is BULMA!" He had never seen the woman so angry. She should have known by now that 'woman' was more or less a term of endearment from the Saiyan, but perhaps not after a seven month absence. He studied her intently, her ki was rocketing. It was far higher than any pregnant woman's should be. Concern rising, Vegeta eyed Bulma.
"You should cal-"
"Don't you start with me, Vegeta-" Bulma began but she doubled over suddenly, clutching her swollen belly. Her forehead was riddled with sweat as she took in a sharp breath.
Swiftly, she felt herself being lowered into a seat. Vegeta wiped her forehead tenderly as he looked the tired woman over. "You're throwing the baby into a fit. Please." A quiet pleading in Vegeta's voice seemed to calm Bulma down. As she sighed and took in another deep breath, she looked to the floor.
"Since when has it become convenient to care about the baby or I?" Her voice was calm now. The anger and accusation had bled out of it, overrun with fatigue and uncertainty. Vegeta caught on to her wrist again and made her face him.
"I never-"
"Bulma! Are you-" Vegeta turned quickly to see a scar faced, low level fighter in the door way. A growl rose in his throat without him knowing. What was he even doing here? "Vegeta." Vegeta turned his nose at him before facing Bulma once more.
"I'll never understand why such a weak person assumes they have the right to address royalty." He sneered. Yamcha had moved completely into the room now, clad in loose pants and a tank top.
"Some royalty you are, abandoning your pregnant wife." The words cut like a blazing knife and it took all restraint Vegeta had to not pummel the Z fighter. His eyes snapped to him wrathfully, his teeth bared.
"I am here now, aren't I?"
"Who's been here actually looking after her while you were god knows where? Was it boring in space, have you come back to just antagonize Bulma?"
Vegeta felt his own ki rising despite trying to remain remotely level headed. Yamcha sensed it too but he cared too much about Bulma to just back down. With a whimper Bulma spoke. "Please, stop." Her voice was quiet and tired but stole both men's attention. She stood shakily, looking at them both with pleading eyes. "Please, no more fighting. Yamcha." She turned to face the dark haired human. "I'm okay, I don't need protecting from Vegeta... I can talk to him myself."
"-But." Bulma's look was soft, but final. With a hard sigh and a final look Yamcha disappeared again.
She turned to face her mate again, who's face was screwing in a look of disapproval and disappointment. "Did you flee back to him in my absence?" Vegeta bit out, his dark eyes looking away from her. Bulma reached out and turned Vegeta's face towards her.
"No, Vegeta. He's here as a friend. Maybe... He wants more but he's just been here helping me with the pregnancy. It's been really hard-" Bulma's voice cracked a little here and Vegeta felt it tug at his stomach.
"You were all I dreamt about and longed for. I didn't leave because I didn't care. I have to protect you and our child from the Androids! I have to be strong enough and I wanted to unleash my full power."
Bulma looked into dark eyes before going close to him in an embrace. Vegeta sighed and wrapped large arms around her. "I did it." He said after a while. He felt her shift in his grasp.
"I never doubted that, baka." He smirked to himself. He had certainly picked a mate. He looked away from her, his cheeks burning. "Bulma-" he started. "I'm... Sorry." It came out a little awkward but Bulma could see he meant it. It was clear Vegeta had never said sorry very often if at all, but that made it even more special. He looked at Bulma, seeing the fatigue evident in her frame. "Rest. To bed with you. No more fooling around, I'm back." Bulma rolled her eyes but she couldn't contest it. She was exhausted. She giggled slightly to herself as she felt her feet being lifted and in a few moments being placed in her soft bed.
She laid completely still for a while as Vegeta massaged the tension out of her muscles. Her eyes half lidded, she turned to him as her lip quivered. "Vegeta..." She began. He gave a soft grunt in response. "The only condition is if you comeback, you have to stay. You can't just leave me again." Vegeta sat in silence on the end of the bed but he squeezed her hand in reassurance. That allowed Bulma to finally fall asleep. The Prince of All Saiyan's was too wired to sleep, however. He slipped down the hall and found the other house mate in the kitchen, apparently cooking. He sneered at him as his whole body posture changed. Yamcha slammed a spoon down and turned to face the short Saiyan.
"You don't deserve her." Came the low statement. This only garnered a throaty chuckle from the Saiyan who's dangerous smirk landed on Yamcha.
"And I suppose you do? If you deserved her you'd have her."
"You only care about yourself! How can you truly say you care about someone when you abandoned them for months on end?" Vegeta's smirk had fallen and a look of disgust replaced it. He jabbed a finger into Yamcha's chest, who stiffened.
"The only person I owe an explanation to is her, and she has one." His words with extremely sharp, but Yamcha pressed on.
"When this all comes falling down again, I'll be the one who's there for her. Like always." Vegeta just snickered at this, eyeing Yamcha slyly. "You are a fool to want what you cannot have. Like many other battles, Yamcha-" Vegeta began as he turned away. "This one too you shall lose."
A.N: Bulma and Yamcha stayed good friends, I wonder if her ever truly contested her relationship with Vegeta?