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Facing the Future

Chapter 22

She didn't think she had ever felt so many things at once before; hurt, anger, confusion, elation, fright…. her head and heart were a jumbled mess that she couldn't deal with right now.

Especially with a very pissed saiyan staring her down.

Bulma swallowed and pushed the hair away from her face, slowly sitting up in the bed. She grimaced at the stickiness between her legs, just a reminder of what exactly she…they had done the night before. He seemed to want her so bad….

So why did he look like he was ready to strangle her?

Bulma swallowed a second time and scooted a little closer to the headboard, away from the prince. He was leaning against the wall facing her, his arms and ankles crossed. His penetrating gaze bore into her, giving none of his thoughts away.

What the hell was she supposed to do…..or say?

She took a breath and parted her lips.

"This is completely your fault," the prince snapped…..or more like sneered.

Bulma gaped at him for a moment before snapping her mouth shut. "Wh-what?" Is he talking about last night?

"Look Vegeta," she flinched at the growl that emitted from his throat. "If you hated…being with me so bad," she held the wince in at that, "we can just forget this ever happened. Okay?"

His silence filled the room to where it almost choked her. Why isn't he saying anything? His gaze shifted from her face, looking down for a moment before meeting her eyes once more. Bulma took a discrete peek down, but didn't know what in the world he was looking at.

"I can't," the prince stated. It almost sounded like he was disgusted.

Bulma shot him a questionable look, watching as he finally moved away from the wall. She leaned back as he stopped directly in front of her, their knees almost touching. She met his gaze with her own questioning one. He suddenly reached over and jerked the collar of her shirt to the side. What the hell is he doing?

"Vegeta?" Bulma gasped, not sure what had gotten into him. If he didn't like her, why the hell did he sleep with her? He initiated it, after all. Besides, she thought he might have liked her, if only a little, even if he couldn't show it. Guess I was wrong.

He ran his fingers over her neck, going across a rigid area that hadn't been there before. Oh God! A zing went straight to her crotch, causing her to whimper as heat pooled between her legs.

"What," Bulma gasped, "what was that?"

An indescribable sound came from the prince's throat. "My mark," he growled in a low tone, dropping his hand away and taking a step back.

Bulma let out a loud gasp, her hand shooting up to cover the area. "Your mark? What do you mean? What is that?"

The princes' face scrunched up in disgust, muttering under his breath before snapping, "My mark. My claim on you, you moron!"

Bulma flinched away from him, averting her gaze. "Why would you do that?" she whispered, making sure to keep the area covered since it seemed to make him angry.

"How the fuck should I know!?" the prince snapped, his tail lashing behind him once before tightly wrapping around his waist. "I wasn't in my right mind last night, damn you, and I never would have done it otherwise."

Another angry growl came out of him. "This is your fault woman!"

Bulma's head shot up, a scowl forming on her face. "How—"

"If you had just fucking left like I told you to, then this," he flung his hand towards her, "would never have happened."

"Can't—can't you, I don't know, take it back?" Bulma asked in a small voice.

Vegeta looked positively livid. "NO! I can't just take it back!"

Bulma took a gasping breath, trying to hold the sobs in that she could feel building in her chest, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She swallowed hard, mentally straightening her spine. She could get through this. She's gone through unpleasant situations before and came out on top. She could do that now.

"So what happens now," she asked softly, letting her hands drop into her lap. She hadn't even realized she was still covering the mark up. She couldn't look at him, couldn't watch the small hope that maybe he liked her too go down the drain.

The prince was snarling and rolling his upper lip every few seconds, appearing to be warring with himself before a deep scowl appeared on his face.

"You're coming home with me."

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Athea bit her lip as her and Goku appeared in the backyard of Bulma's house. The princes' ship was still sitting there, with the docking bay open wide. Her eyes travelled to the massive mound of supplies sitting next to the door, ready to be loaded onto the ship. She swallowed. So, he really is leaving. As promised, Raditz had given her the whole day to think about what he said, letting her stew on it all night before telling her this morning, before the sun even rose, that they were leaving as soon as the supplies and equipment were packed and ready to go. She still wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she wanted to be here anyways to wave him off, which was a very real possibility. She didn't think she could live on that planet for however long, especially once he got bored with her and moved on. That would be really hard, particularly if her intuition was accurate and she was actually falling for him. What am I going to do!?

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Bulma swallowed as she slowly made her way down the hall of the ship, her steps a little slow. She was aching all over, and she felt like she'd been rung dry. Her face scrunched a little at the stickiness and uncomfortable feeling she had between her legs. She needed a bath.

She thought about what the prince had said, the disdain that seemed to emanate from him. What did she do? It's not like she wanted to be used and discarded like she felt now. Did he really just use me? Bulma swallowed down a sob, her throat thick with emotion. She didn't think she could handle the answer to that just yet. She felt tears threaten to leak from her eyes, and tamped them down. She took a steadying breath. Just get through it. You can do it! You're beautiful, and a genius! Bulma bit her lip, feeling tears threaten once more. Her mantra wasn't working this time. She didn't feel beautiful, and she felt truly stupid right now. She knew she was smart, but maybe she wasn't as pretty as everyone led her to believe. Maybe they just wanted to suck up to her because she was rich.

She winced as memories assaulted her. Growing up an awkward girl that was all arms and legs, and the unusual coloring didn't help either. She'd been called ugly more times than she could count, and didn't actually start growing into her body until she was 16 years old. That's when she started getting noticed. That's when boys started paying attention to her. But then, that's when she came into her inheritance as well. Maybe all they saw was the money.

Bulma felt tears threaten again, hating the fact that one bad decision had her reliving the past and questioning her own self-worth. Maybe she just wasn't attractive enough to catch anyone's notice. Yamcha seemed to get over her pretty fast after their break up, even going so far as to hit on Athea in front of her. Bulma closed her eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as she shook her head. She wasn't going to open that can of worms.

She absently smoothed the hair away from her face as she rounded a corner, her gaze going to the ground as her brows furrowed. Shit! Her knees started wobbling, and she had to lean against the wall for a moment. I need to get to my room before I break down. I don't want anyone seeing me like this.

Bulma's breath hitched as memories from last night suddenly popped up. She hadn't been expecting anything of that nature from the prince. Sure, she liked him, but she didn't think that he liked her enough to touch her. The thing is, she regretted how things went this morning. She regretted not standing up to him more.

But the biggest thing that caused her mood to plummet….

Was that she never thought she would regret her first time.

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He growled at her, catching her scent in his nostrils as he stalked forward. He watched her eyes widen as she smacked into the wall. 'Perfect' his mind purred, his tail swaying forward and wrapping around her wrists, holding them above her head.

"Veg—"

He cut her off with his mouth, diving in and tasting her. He stroked her tongue with his own, sucking on her bottom lip as he grabbed her waist. He purred as his hands found the soft skin of her stomach, listening as she gasped against his mouth. He moved his lips to her jaw, sucking and nipping his way down her throat to her shoulder. He leaned back, letting her wrist go long enough to jerk the shirt off her.

Her eyes widened as she brought her arms up to cover herself. Vegeta let out a low growl and pulled her hands away, hooking his finger into the front of the contraption holding her breast and tore it in half. He didn't give her time to think as he swooped down and captured a nipple between his teeth, skimming his tongue across the surface as he nudged a leg between her thighs. She didn't seem to notice. He felt her sink her fingers into his hair, pulling as she cried out when he flicked her with his tongue.

He captured her wrist in his and held them against the wall as he sucked hard at her breast, a groan coming out of him as she bucked against him. He let go with a small pop, listening to her whimper before he did the same to the other breast, a gasping sob coming out of her.

The moonlight was bathing them in its rays now, not giving Vegeta a chance to think straight or realize what he was doing. His instincts were in control now, and the musk of desire she was giving off was driving him crazy. His cock was straining against his uniform, beads of pre-cum already forming at the head. Gods, he needed to fuck her! Sink balls deep in her until she couldn't walk.

Vegeta held her wrists in one hand as he grabbed the fastening of her pants with the other. He had her naked within seconds, a growl coming out of him when he realized he needed to undress fully as well. He let her wrists go only long enough to shrug his armor off and pull the blue body suit to his waist. A snarl escaped him when she lowered her hands. The woman put them right back up. A sound escaped his throat at the sight, watching her eyes widen as they caught sight of his arousal, outlined against his uniform. He kicked his boots off before grabbing her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist. He focused on the juncture of her neck, licking and sucking on the flesh as he lined himself up with her wet entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds, his hips bucking at the hot and wet need coming out of her.

She whimpered in his ear, and that's all the encouragement he needed to slid the head inside her. He paused when she gasped, taking a nipple in his mouth to calm her down. She'd obviously not been with a man his size, so he gave her small, shallow thrusts at first. But when she clenched around him, her nails digging into his shoulders, he couldn't take it anymore and thrust completely inside.

He let out a moan at the tightness and the heat, his nostrils flaring as he bucked his hips, grabbing her thighs and spreading them for easier access. He heard her cry out, her nails digging deeper into the muscles in his shoulders. That spurred him on. He pushed her thighs outward, forcing them to touch the wall behind her and completely opening her to him.

He watched her through heavy lidded eyes, listening to her cries of surprise as he sank all the way in, his balls slapping her ass. He growled in satisfaction as she clenched harder around him, her body already stretched to accommodate him. His nostrils flared as he fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place as he increased his pace. His dick was just a blur as he rammed into her as hard as he dared. Somewhere in his lust soaked brain, he knew that she couldn't handle as much as a saiyan female. She was a frail human female.

That didn't stop him from thrusting balls deep into her and taking satisfaction in her cries and sobs. He groaned as he felt his balls draw up. He was so close, yet he didn't want to stop. He paused only for a second to shift his feet, widening his stance and going deeper into the woman. She was clenching around him, her cries turning to screams of pleasure.

Vegeta snarled as he felt his cock jerk. He kept his steady, rapid pace, not stopping as she fell apart against him. He increased his pace, so close to satisfaction that he could taste it.

She leaned forward and bite his shoulder.

His cock jerked violently before he exploded, throwing his head back and howling as he came inside her. Fuck!

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Athea noticed Bulma immediately. Her eyes widened at her disheveled appearance.

"Bulma," she softly said, taking a step forward as the woman in question looked up. Athea quickened her pace when she saw the tears in the woman's eyes. She reached her side just as Goku spoke.

"Bulma, are you alright?"

They both glanced at the tall saiyan, Bulma nodding, before walking towards the house a few feet away.

Goku's eyes stayed on them, narrowing after a moment. What did Vegeta do? His nostrils flared, red flags going off in his head as his gaze slowly shifted towards the ship. His jaw clenched as the Prince appeared.

The women had already entered the house, and Goku could feel his back teeth aching from clenching them so hard. There was no mistaking the smell coming off his friend. And she didn't look too happy either. He moved before thinking, pinning Vegeta to the wall with an arm against his neck.

"What did you do to my friend!?" he snarled, pushing the Prince harder against the wall as the saiyan tried to get free.

He eased up enough to hear Vegeta say, "None of your fucking business!"

Goku reacted before thinking, burying his fist in the saiyans' abdomen. He was smacked across the face a moment later by the Princes' tail. They broke apart, glaring at each other for a second before exchanging blows once again.

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"Bulma, are you sure you're okay?"

The blue haired woman silently nodded, then shook her head, a sob coming out of her. They had made it to her bedroom before Athea dared to ask again.

"I…" she began, "Me and Vegeta," Bulma swallowed hard, her eyes darting towards the floor before meeting Athea's. "We slept together."

Athea's eyes widened once more, biting her lip. She wasn't totally naive; she knew something had happened by Bulma's appearance. But she didn't think that they would be intimate so soon. What else was going to change? She stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. After several seconds of silence, she sucked in a breath before speaking. "Are you….I mean….so are you and him together now?"

Bulma burst into tears at that, her hands covering her face. Her words were jumbled as she spoke, nonsense mixed with tears. Athea swallowed, feeling her own tears prick her eyes at the distraught of her friend. Maybe she should call Chichi?

"Do you want me to call someone for you?" She asked softly, "Chichi or your mom?"

Bulma messily wiped the tears off her face, her appearance worse than it was a few minutes ago. Her eyes were more puffy and red rimmed, her skin splotchy and pale. She shook her head, trying her best to smooth the hair away from her face. She must have caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror because her nose scrunched up.

"Ugh…I need a bath, and maybe a few days of sleep."

Athea sat in silence, still not sure what to do. Should she give her a hug? Should she just leave?

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked tentatively, her eyebrows raising as Bulma nodded.

Bulma caught her gaze and held it for a moment before saying, "I thought he liked me," she stated, her lower lip trembling for a second before she pressed her lips together, stopping the action.

Athea inwardly winced, feeling sorry for her friend and the situation all together.

"I didn't plan for anything like that to happen you know."

Athea nodded, giving Bulma the chance to speak without interrupting. The blue haired woman slowly shook her head.

"I'm not even sure how it happened. One minute we were arguing,"

Athea's lips twitched at that.

"And the next he was, well…." Her hand moved, indicating her current state. "All over me."

Both women were silent long enough for a loud boom to render the air. They both jumped up and ran towards the window.

"What the hell was that!?" Bulma screeched, her eyes wide.

They both looked out the window, gasping at the sight of Goku holding Vegeta down, pummeling him in the face. Raditz was standing by the bay door, appearing highly amused.

"What the hell is he doing?" Bulma yelled, causing Athea to wince. She turned as the blue haired woman ran from the room, and down the stairs. Athea turned back to the window, in time to see Bulma appear a moment later, running towards the two saiyans fighting.

Bulma pushed at Goku, yelling. Athea watched the array of emotions cross Goku's face before he stood, his hands balled into fists. Bulma continued to yell until Vegeta stood, snarling something that caused the woman to stop. Her face went pale as she faced the Prince, her lips pursed in surprise before she took a step back. A second later she ran back towards the house.

Athea watched the scene unfold, not sure what to make of it. Goku said something to Vegeta, which had the Prince's lip curling. She couldn't hear what was being said because of the thick windows. Her attention was diverted by a movement off to the side. Raditz was staring at the window, or rather, at her. He motioned for her to come down, and after staring at him for a moment, she left the room. She didn't pass Bulma on the way down. She didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

Athea cautiously stepped outside, letting a relieved breath out when she didn't see the Prince anywhere. Goku was still standing in the same spot, obviously still upset. He gave her a weak smile.

"So you're going to Planet Vegeta?" he asked softly, his gaze going towards the house before focusing back on her.

"I…uh…not sure," Athea stated, a little flustered at the intense gaze Raditz was throwing her way.

The long haired saiyan scowled, "You better decide quickly woman," he said, the sound of the ship powering up emphasizing his words.

Goku looked at his brother and the ship before turning to Athea. "It will be alright," he stated softly, stepping forward and laying a hand on her shoulder. Athea looked at him with wide eyes. "Raditz won't let anything happen to you."

Athea glanced at the saiyan in question, before staring at the ground. She shifted from foot to foot, still not sure what she should do. She finally looked up at Goku.

"What should I d—"

Athea let out a shriek as she was turned upside down. It took her a moment to realize Raditz had thrown her over his shoulder.

"Raditz!" she smacked him on the back, "What are you doing!?"

She felt his body move as he chuckled.

"Making your decision easier woman," he stated as he went up the ramp.

Athea lifted her head to meet Goku's gaze, her face burning with embarrassment. He shot her a smile and a wave as the door slowly lifted, blocking her view.

She was going to Planet Vegetasei.

Again.