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Remember no sex scenes in this fic.
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Piccolo's fist collided with all his might into Vegeta's jaw. The Namekian smirked as he withdrew his green hand, thinking that he must have at least made some injury to the Saiyan's face. Vegeta chuckled, proving the warrior wrong. Vegeta turned his head and gave Piccolo a sinister smile that made his purple blood turn to ice for a second before he glared at the prince.
Vegeta had to mentally chuckle to himself as every fiber of his Saiyan fighting DNA sang out in glee.
Ahhh. Being out on the battlefield again. Feels like home.
And now I got myself a punching bag for the next two years who can regrow his limbs.
Can this get any better?
"You didn't really think that would do anything to me. Right, Namek?" Vegeta mocked with a smirk. "How entirely pathetic."
In the blink of an eye, quicker than Piccolo could see, Vegeta threw a punch that landed directly on Piccolo's nose and sent him flying into the air. The green villain flew into the air, into the white endless abyss, and didn't stop until he came crashing about a mile away from where Vegeta stood.
Piccolo slowly lifted his head, purple blood having poured out of his broken nose and run down his mouth and chin. He glared daggers at Vegeta and if looks could kill the Prince would be dead.
"Oh, wow. You flew like some kind of ragdoll!" Vegeta chuckled, knowing Namekians had fantastic hearing so he would be heard. The Saiyan erupted into laughter that caused his shoulders to shake. "Oh, I'm sorry, poor slug man. Was that too much?"
Piccolo powered up as he lay on the ground and roared with anger as he did.
"I will make you pay for that, you cocky flea-sized son of a bitch!" Shouted Piccolo before flying straight for Vegeta.
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Chichi had quickly retreated to the indoors of the capsule house before the fight had started. She hadn't wanted to risk becoming an accidental casualty in the fight or getting her wedding dress sprayed with someone's blood all over it. She knew Piccolo defiantly wouldn't care if he did. If anything he'd probably laugh if he did and at her crying about it.
She headed for her and Vegeta's bedroom and instantly fell in love with how spacious and beautiful it was. The princess went over to the closet labeled for wardrobe and opened the door. She gaped at the largest walk-in closet she had ever seen and with enough clothes to fill a clothing department that awaited her.
Oh my! Bulma outdid herself!... I wonder if she'll let me keep the clothes after our two years are up. I sure hope so!
Chichi giggled to herself at her naughtiness, covering her mouth with her hand as she did and then unslipped herself out of her wedding dress. Instantly her satchel of senzu beans that had been given to her by Kami came tumbling out of her bra and onto the floor by her feet. She frowned at the sight of it.
Chichi had forgotten all about the item that she had been told to keep a secret from Vegeta or else as Kami had put it "All hell would surely be unleashed through Vegeta with his rage towards piccolo should he fight out."
The plan piccolo and Kami had advised would not please the prince if he knew about it: With the Senzu beans, Piccolo would be able to train her brutally and without too much worry for her health. She would only need to take a senzu bean after and she'd be fit as a fiddle.
More lies upon more lies. Chichi thought bitterly to herself, picking up the bag of senzu beans.
Do you really think you can really keep all your secrets hidden from Vegeta? Asked the voice that usually spoke in her heart.
Aren't spouses supposed to be honest with one another?
Chichi frowned.
Well, he lied to me first! Chichi returned in a fury but the anger quickly ran away from her and she was still left with guilt.
Yes, Vegeta had lied to her but he had a horrible past and had changed. Was still changing.
What's my excuse? I'm being no better.
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Vegeta entered the capsule home with a devilish grin, wiping away the purple blood that had flown on him as he had pummeled Piccolo to the ground. He had won the match, no surprise there. He had left the weakling Namek to regrow back his limbs.
The scent of a savory aroma hit beneath Vegeta's nose, wiping the grin off of his face and leaving him famished. He hadn't known he had been hungry until right then.
He followed the smell and entered the kitchen where the kitchen table was covered in different scrumptious-looking dishes.
Vegeta's mouth watered at the sight. He spotted a standing folded piece of paper on the table and took it and opened it.
I thought you'd be hungry after your match. Eat up. - Your wife, Mrs. Vegeta.
Vegeta's jaw dropped at the note and then he grinned in delight.
This woman will never cease to amaze me or drive me crazy for her! He thought as he pictured devouring all the wonderful food on the table.
After finishing his meal Vegeta washed up in the shower, making sure to get all the blood and sweat off of him before heading to his wife whom he was sure was waiting for him. He entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, water from the shower he had just stepped out of running down his face.
A new kind of hunger and desire, more potent and fulfilling had filled Vegeta for his wife. Disappointment and sadness hit him when he saw her lying there in bed laying fast asleep. The confident smile that Vegeta had been sporting fell off of his face and he frowned for a few seconds.
She needs her rest. She had a busy day and on top of it all she cooked for me. We can partake in it later when she is more strengthened.
A surprising fear bubbled to the surface of Vegeta's heart, causing him to blush as he considered what he had wanted to do together with his wife. It was something he hadn't felt towards other women. He had been intimate with many many women: all of who he had used to just satisfy his animalistic needs and nothing else. But what he wanted with Chichi was an entirely new feeling that he had never experienced. He had never wanted to please a woman out of love before.
Vegeta cringed at himself.
Here I am fearing like some teenage boy holding hands with a girl for the first time! He thought condemningly and shook his head at his behavior. His eyes went over to his new wife. He thought she looked like the definition of beauty.
He stepped over to her and lightly placed a kiss on her cheek.
Rest well, Chichi. He thought as he pulled away.
Immediately Chichi's brows came together as she was stirred awake from his kiss.
Vegeta became rigid in the fear he had just felt. Of its own volition his tail wrapped tightly over the towel around his waist and he almost regretted the decision to have been so bold earlier to approach her only in that. Vegeta's own sanity came rushing back and he held back the urge to strike himself for his thinking.
"I didn't mean to wake you, woman."
Chichi heard as she opened her eyes.
At the image that greeted her of her husband so scantly clad, Chichi turned beet red and with a scream, she reflexively grabbed a pillow and threw it at Vegeta's face.
What did I just do?! That's my husband, not a pervert! Chichi thought mortified at what she had done.
"I'm so sorry, Vegeta! I just reacted!" Chichi cried out in horror, covering her red face out of embarrassment and with to being so shy of how little he was wearing.
A couple of seconds passed and Chichi was answered back a blow to the back of her hands that covered her face. Stunned, Chichi uncovered her face and looked down at the remains of the pillow in her lap that had exploded on impact with her.
Stunned, Chichi looked over at Vegeta who stared back at her with arms crossed and narrowed eyes.
"Did you just throw our pillow at me?" Chichi asked confused. "Wait a minute, did you just destroy our pillow!?"
Chichi's face became red again this time with anger.
She marched over to Vegeta in rage.
"That pillow was really expensive! I can't believe you would do such a thing! Not with our belongings! What's got into you?!" She screamed in demand.
Vegeta startled her again, this time by smirking at her with pride and humor in his eyes.
"You laid the first attack in our first battle together as spouses and without warning about our match. And you're surprised I retaliated, wife?"
Chichi deadpanned, realizing what game Vegeta had just played to get her out of her spell of being so shy. Chichi scoffed and turned around, crossing her arms.
"You play dirty, ya know that?" She fumed but was secretly appreciative of his help.
"Wait until you see how I fight," Vegeta replied with a barking laugh.
The prince's eyes admiringly scanned the long nightgown she had on.
"How was your fight with Piccolo?" Chichi questioned, facing Vegeta.
Vegeta raised a brow. She had to have known that talking about the Namekian was the furthest thing he had wanted to do right then.
"He lost. No surprise from you, I'm sure. I did give him some painful injuries on your behalf for all the terror he caused you."
Chichi's cheeks turned pink. She opened her mouth to thank him when his lips collided with hers. She returned the kiss and one thing proceeded after the other until the two were now on the bed and her gown was seconds away from being removed.
"Stop!" Chichi cried out and Vegeta swiftly pulled apart from her.
"What's the matter? Did I hurt you?" Vegeta demanded in worry. He had been very careful not to harm her, being so much stronger than her.
"No, you didn't hurt me." She confessed with tears in her eyes. "It's just...I can't go through with this without telling you. I'd live the rest of my life with guilt if I didn't."
Vegeta was entirely puzzled by what she could mean. What kind of horrible secrets could she have? His woman was definitely what the universe called a good person—the total opposite of himself.
"Well, don't just sniffle about it. Spit it out! If you think it will make you feel so much better. Honestly, doubt it's all that bad, Chichi." The Prince ordered with a mixture of venom and tenderness. His attempt at tough love.
Chichi's hand gripped the blanket over her and she shut her eyes tight.
"I know that you lied to me. Kami told me who you really wer before we got married."
Chichi unclenched her eyes and saw Vegeta's face blue in shock and horror. The groom moved away from her to the edge of the bed, sitting there before she could see the anger in his eyes.
He wanted to snap Kami's neck in two. His hands curled into tight fists as he imagined it.
Blast that old namekian! I'll destroy him! But first I'll kill off his close friends. Let's see how he likes it when someone else messes with those he loves.
"Do you still want anything to do with me...or us?"
Vegeta was startled by the question and he looked over his shoulder to see her sitting up and frowning.
"Woman, I was the one who deceived you the longest and with the most serious matters. Yet you're asking me this? Even I know it should very well be me asking you."
"Perhaps you're right, Vegeta. It's just that we're two different people. I couldn't deal with my guilt, but Kami told me you're changing. So I figured maybe in your heart, you believed you had good reason to lie to me."
Vegeta scoffed.
"Would you have even considered being with me if you had known who I really was, woman? Or even living with you and your father? I believed that in the future when I showed you how being powerful and cruel to others can grant you any universe you wished, you would stand one day in agreement with me at my side."
Chichi could hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice that said that he knew what he had wanted wasn't good. It just confirmed what Kami had said to her about him changing.
"Listen here, Vegeta." Chichi snapped. "You're right. I would have never let you under my roof or considered being with you if I had known who you were when we first met. But you're not your old self anymore and I think deep in your heart even you know that so here's the thing: You either choose me or live like the maniac you've been living all your life, geta. Me, or be no better than Freiza. It's your decision to decide. I can't stay with a monster."
Vegeta's jaw had dropped as she had spoken and he snapped it shut once she was finished.
"If you think I'm going to turn into a goofy hero prince charming like Kakarott, you're fooling yourself." He snarled, his brow twitching in worry.
"And if you think I'm asking you to become a cardboard cut out of someone else, you're an idiot!" Chichi returned just as fierce. "I want you to become a good person in your own right and in your own way. To be a good person is a choice everyone has to make every day."
Vegeta looked down and seen his hands slightly trembling.
Chichi could sense from where she sat on the opposite end of the bed that a mixture of fear and anger radiated from his body. She could tell what he was thinking without words needing to be said.
She's asking me to become weak or lose her.
"Am I weak to you Vegeta?" The question felt like a bucket of cold water had been splashed on the prince. Reflex stemming from the want to cling to his Saiyan and Frieza's ideology caused his head to turn slightly away from her.
"Answer me!" She ordered. "You know darn well I strive to live a life as a good person. So tell me, Vegeta. Am I weak in your eyes?"
"No," he replied.
She was far from being the strongest of warriors he had met, but inside she was the strongest woman he had met.
"No other woman could be more fitting for me."
Chichi smiled and blushed for a second.
"Then you can clearly see I'm not asking you to forgo your power or lose that cunning mind of yours. Quit being a coward and man up! Make your choice!"
Vegeta's body became more tense, so much so that Chichi half expected him to power up. Until he finally spoke.
"My decision was already made when I married you, woman." He confessed in surrender.
Chichi smiled and let out a squeal of delight. She quickly moved and hugged Vegeta from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck, making him smile.
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Nose in the air, Vegeta stepped outside of his temporary home and into the chamber. It was morning and Piccolo was nearby, fighting multiple copies of himself.
"What? No morning greeting, Piccolo?" Snided the Saiyan prince, causing Piccolo to stop fighting. "Good to see you got your legs back. Hope me and Chichi didn't keep you awake all night from our late-night activities. We were very busy. Actually, now that I think about it... Do you namekians even sleep?"
Piccolo made a face like he had just tasted something sour and groaned in disgust as his copies entered back into his body.
"If you're going to make it a daily habit to boast about you and your wife fulfilling your biological urges i'm going to make it a personal vendetta of mine after this whole thing is over to have you castrated, Vegeta."
Vegeta chuckled, shoulders repeatedly rising and falling.
"Your head will be blasted off your shoulders before you can even try."
"Vegeta, come and eat before your breakfast gets cold." Came Chichi's voice from the kitchen window as Piccolo glared at the prince.
"Ah, yes. That reminds me. The wife sent me to invite you for breakfast." Said Vegeta, beginning to walk back to his home.
"Pfft. I think I'll pass. I don't need to eat, unlike you two." Piccolo replied with a superiorness in his tone.
Vegeta turned around with a malicious wave of the hand. "Suit yourself, slug."
No one ever invited me to eat with them before... Suddenly considered Piccolo deeply. And why of all people would She?
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Chichi had made her and Vegeta's breakfast light, knowing they were both going to start training right after. For her, a simple bowl of fruit was her breakfast. For Vegeta, it was going to be about ten or so bowls of steamed rice.
She stifled a yawn into her arm. She desperately wanted more sleep after all the intimate time she spent with Vegeta last night, but meanwhile, he looked as if he had slept all night. She wasn't sure if it was because of his high power level or because he was a Saiyan and she was a human.
A couple of knocks on the door before it opened made Chichi nearly drop the strawberry she held with her chopsticks.
Piccolo entered and the sight of him in the home stunned the couple.