The morning after...
He looked like a child expecting French fries, chicken nuggets and a strawberry milkshake, but got served a plate of overcooked broccoli instead. Sitting at the kitchen table with his face set in a fierce scowl and his arms defiantly crossed over his well-defined chest, Vegeta pointed at his plate containing two slices of dry toast. "Bulma, what is this?"
A very smug-looking Bulma stood beside him, snickering at the prince's haughty, yet adorable display. "That would be your breakfast, Vegeta."
"The hell it is! I want pancakes and those slices of bread with a stack of edibles in between. I demand that you make me those RIGHT NOW!"
"Forget it. This is all you'll be getting for breakfast from me for the next couple of weeks, so you better get used to it."
"WHAT!? Do you honestly expect me to sustain myself on that?" Deeply insulted, the saiyan nodded at his insubstantial morning meal. "I need food in order to train, this won't do." He pointed at his plate again.
Bulma put her hands on her waist and flashed him a triumphant smirk. "This is what you ordered yourself last night when you blackmailed me into addressing you with 'yes sir', buddy."
Abandoning his princely scowl, Vegeta gaped at her in disbelief. "How dare you!? Fix this RIGHT NOW, or I will refuse to fight those androids!" Keeping his finger stubbornly aimed at his offending meal, he firmly resisted Bulma's insubordination.
"Nice try, but my answer is no. However, you're more than welcome to prepare your own breakfast if this one is not to your liking." Placing her hands on the table next to him, she leaned in. "Consider this revenge for fucking my pride as well, instead of just me, Prince Vegeta." Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered. "At least you learned how to use my name, so I'll make it one week of dry toast instead of two." She placed a small kiss on his cheek and pushed herself off the table. Turning her back to the grumbling alien, the bluenette strutted over to the counter to make herself a bowl of cereal. Behind her, Vegeta expelled a sling of curses as he made his way over to the pantry in search of a suitable meal. Bulma smirked in victory. Back at you, jerk.
A few minutes later, the pair were sitting at opposite sides of the kitchen table. Bulma was spooning her crunchy grains while Vegeta was scarfing down the contents of a giant container of instant ramen he had managed to prepare for himself. Eating in silence, the scientist snuck curious glances at the saiyan. He seems totally fine ignoring the fact that we've had sex just a few hours ago. She tilted her head. He had told her that last night would be forgotten today, but she didn't expect him to disregard their intimate adventure entirely. On the bright side, he does look a lot more relaxed, barring a little crankiness as a result of her reprisal. Despite what Vegeta had said to her, Bulma refused to be brushed aside completely. So, stubborn as she is, she readied herself to strike up a conversation and provoke a reaction from her equally stubborn houseguest.
Vegeta rolled his eyes as he heard her clear her throat. Here it comes…
"So, you've definitely had sex before."
Looking up from his container, he released a hearty laugh. "Of course I have! Why? Were you expecting otherwise?"
Bulma sat up a little taller, excited he seemed to be up for a chat. "Your invitation betrayed that you had prior experience, but dear Kami I did not expect all that. Gosh, Vegeta, can you blame me? You always act so prudish!"
He frowned. "I walk around practically naked, wear skintight pants and I always leave the door open when I take a piss. 'Prude' is not the first word that comes to my mind."
Bulma huffed. Urg, tell me about it. "Whatever. You get flustered when I flirt with you, so I assumed you just didn't care about it."
"You mean when you yell vulgarities at me in order to embarrass me?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought the 'great Prince Vegeta' could handle a little teasing from a 'pathetic human woman'. You know, you could use that snarky mouth of yours to indulge rather than avoid, mister!"
"Indulgence makes me vulnerable. I prefer keeping my guard up."
Taking a bite from her cereal, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Yeah right… Something tells me you've dropped that guard of yours quite often."
A small smile formed on the saiyan's lips as he slurped up some more ramen. Combative woman.
"I highly doubt you just magically pulled the things you did to me last night out of your ass, sir."
Swallowing his mouthful, he chuckled. "It took me years to perfect that particular skill set."
The bluenette grinned. Sensing an opportunity to probe him about his past escapades, she put her spoon down and smugly asked. "Oh really? And what did you do to acquire those skills, huh? Pick up lady aliens in your space pod and shag them in a shady motel along space highway?" She giggled, clearly picturing the scenario in her overly imaginative mind.
Vegeta snorted. Not a bad guess.
Covering her mouth with her fist, Bulma giggled some more. "Or did you visit space prostitutes? In space brothels?" She let her imagination run wild. No longer able to contain herself, she shamelessly burst out laughing. "Pfft, SPACE BROTHELS!"
A little disturbed, Vegeta stopped eating, eyeing the human warily. Great galaxies! What's gotten into her?
Vegeta's disconcerted face only added to Bulma's amusement. Now beside herself with laughter, she gripped her stomach and roared. "Space brothels, Vegeta, I can't -! PLEASE TELL ME THEY EXIST!"
Vegeta blinked at her, answering somewhat hesitantly. "Yes, they exist..."
Bulma exploded. Laughing freely, she kicked her feet as she desperately gasped for air. "OH MY KAMI! SPACE HOOKERS! THEY'RE REAL! Wow, I really missed out on my journey to Namek, didn't I?"
Vegeta's eye twitched as he gawked at the hollering scientist. Is she insane? She can't be serious…
Reining in her outburst a little, Bulma wiped her tears of joy and continued her investigation. "So tell me, what's it like to bang a space hooker?"
"Wha-? I don't know!" He spat with disgust.
She scratched her jaw. "So if it wasn't prostitutes, then where DID you learn to fuck like that? Oh! Was it the shady motel ladies after all?"
Growling fiercely, he scowled at the contents of his half-empty container.
"Pleeease!" She batted her eyelashes at him.
"Tch, that's not going to work, so stop pestering me!"
"NO!" Bulma slammed the table and pointed at him, instantly seizing his attention. "Listen, saiyan, I'm a scientist who got fucked by an alien last night, SO I'M GOING TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS!"
Vegeta gave an exasperated groan. WELL FUCK THIS WOMAN. Hmpf… wait… nevermind… Crossing his arms in annoyance, he glared at Bulma in silence.
The bluenette proceeded to bombard her houseguest with an endless barrage of inquiries. "So, how do intimacy and romance even work in outer space? Have you ever had a crush on a girl? Or fell in love? Or been in a relationship? Do aliens marry? They must form families at some point. And what about -?"
Beyond irritated by her rambling, the saiyan prince inhaled loudly and harshly interrupted her. "WOULD YOU JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH FOR ONE MINUTE, WOMAN!?" Startled, Bulma finally went quiet. Vegeta took another deep breath, calming himself down again. He locked his gaze on hers. "Listen, scientist, I'm a well-known, elite saiyan warrior who's lived a life of violence and debauchery. I don't care about any of that sentimental nonsense!"
She frowned. "Why not? Your people need to procreate too!"
He barked out a laugh. "What people? My whole race got annihilated, dumbass!" An immodest smile formed on the saiyan's lips. "Besides, someone with my name and power didn't need to bother with any of that pathetic courtship business."
Bulma cocked a curious eyebrow. "Meaning?"
He chuckled mischievously. "Fine, I'll humor you. Your first guess wasn't far off, Bulma. Willing women of compatible species naturally came to me, begging to get plowed. It didn't matter whether I was purging their planet, stopping for supplies, or staying at a base. All I had to do was take a pretty one somewhere private, pull out my prick and have some fun emptying my balls. Simple as that."
"GOOD GRIEF!" Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose. "Wow, bad people really do get to have all the fun, don't they?"
Smiling a sinful grin, Vegeta licked his teeth. "I certainly did."
Groaning, she released her face. "Seems like that Badman shirt was a lot more fitting than I thought."
"Hmpf, shut up."
"But, here's what I don't get. You're a prince, right? I thought proud, stuck-up royalty like yourself would act with a bit more dignity and self-restraint. Seeing that you think you're better than everyone else."
He scoffed. "Are you suggesting that I should have kept my pants on and waited for my 'one and only' to fall into my arms?"
Cupping her chin, she argued. "I mean, there is value in abstinence."
Vegeta laughed in her face. "What a ridiculous thing to say! I enjoy a good fuck and will take one whenever I can. I'm not going to sit around wasting my time dreaming about it like some swooning moron."
Bulma huffed. "Yeah, yeah, you're a tough guy, I get it."
"And you're a hypocrite."
"Excuse me!?"
"Lecturing me about abstinence! Tch. Those little hands of yours have definitely handled more than one cock in their life, and you were surprisingly easy to get off. You've obviously been 'busy' as well, and not just with that useless weakling who likes to visit, proud, stuck-up princess."
"Wow, you could tell, huh?"
"Child's play."
She gave him a suggestive smirk. "Well, I must admit, I do take pride in my handjobs. They are pretty amazing."
The prince smiled, returning her indecent expression. "I've had worse." His face awkwardly contorted as he clearly recalled an unpleasant memory. "A lot worse…" He quickly shook it off. "In any case, you certainly didn't seem to mind being on the receiving end of my experience."
Bulma's playful grin grew a little wider. "Not at all." She sat back, visibly relaxing. "To be honest, I half expected you would just fill me up and leave me hanging, so I was pleasantly surprised you put so much effort into my pleasure, and, given your performance, I don't think I'm an exception. Altruïsm is not one of your strong suits, Vegeta, so care to explain that, hm, tough guy?"
Chuckling triumphantly, his signature cocky half-smile appeared on his thin lips. Pausing briefly, he pointed his chopsticks at her and smugly answered. "My pride, Bulma."
She laughed. "Well, well, so that pride of yours does have some benefits after all."
Still smiling, he gave an ambivalent shrug. Uncrossing his arms, he shifted his attention to his noodles and resumed eating breakfast.
Bulma followed his example, happy that Vegeta acknowledged their nightly adventure. Spooning her cereal in silence, she studied the merrily munching warrior. Gosh, he's just like Goku. Placing her elbow on the table, she rested her chin in her palm as she absently scooped up her last bites. Makes me wonder if Goku fucks like Vegeta does. She gazed at her spoon. I guess I'll never know.
Vegeta poked at the chunks at the bottom of his container, trying to grab the scraps with his chopsticks. Hmpf, annoying utensils…
Unwilling to waste her opportunity at conversation with the prince, Bulma distracted him from his fetch quest. "So, when was the last time you had sex before last night?"
The alien abandoned his struggle, put his infuriating instruments down and glowered at his hostess with poorly hidden displeasure. "None of your business."
She smirked. "Been a while, hasn't it?"
"Nothing shuts you up, does it?"
"Not really. Anyways, given what I know of you now, you would have no trouble getting some."
"Yes, impressive, right? Given I'm apparently lacking dignity and self-restraint." The saiyan placed his empty container off to his side and wiped his face with his arm. "Look, idiot. Kakarot has a child with one of you clowns, which means that our species can interbreed somehow, and I don't want to risk spawning any ingrate hybrids."
A little flattered, the bluenette shifted in her chair. "Yet, you had no qualms inviting me to your bed."
He crossed his arms. "You recently had a device replaced that prevents pregnancy."
Her face fell. "Wha-, how do you…?"
"You openly discussed it with that moron you used to screw."
Bulma's eyes widened in shock, recalling her conversation with Yamcha a few days ago. Oh my Kami. I really did, didn't I? Her reasoning following Vegeta's invitation popped up in her mind. "He could have merely seen the opportunity and seized it." Gosh, I was right! Putting two and two together, she shook her head in disbelief and laughed at the awkward realization. "So let me get this straight. You knew the path was clear, stumbled on an opportunity, placed some bait and just hoped I would bite?"
"I was certain you would bite, but yes, pretty much."
She smirked. "Wow, clever man."
He chuckled. "I know."
"And arrogant to boot."
He scoffed.
Having finished her cereal, Bulma played with the spoon in her coffee mug. "Anyway, Vegeta, I want to thank you for last night. You filled the emptiness I felt in more ways than one, and I feel absolutely amazing! So, thanks." She gave her houseguest a grateful smile.
"Hmpf. You're welcome."
She frowned. "That's all you have to say!?"
He shrugged. "It was just sex."
"Oh come on, drop the attitude already! I know you enjoyed yourself too, Vegeta, so at least admit that will you?"
He smirked. "Sure. It was entertaining hearing you choke on my name for minutes on end and your tits were delicious."
"SERIOUSLY!?" Palming her face with an exaggerated sigh, she snickered. "I swear you men are all… Urg! Whatever. If that's your way of saying 'thank you' I guess I'll take it. Filthy pervert."
He chuckled. "Look who's talking. Vulgar woman."
"Ha! That won't fly anymore now that I've seen your vulgar side, Prince Vegeta."
"I don't care, dirty girl." As Bulma opened her mouth to retaliate, he promptly cut her short. "No, enough of this nonsense." Glancing at the entryway, Vegeta uncrossed his arms and palmed the table. Moving his chair back, he got up, noticing the pair of bright blue eyes as they instinctively glued themselves to his crotch. Rolling his black ones, he groaned in annoyance. This woman, unbelievable…
Bulma giggled. "Don't worry. It's a lot less interesting now that I know what you're hiding there."
"Somehow, I doubt that." Standing up straight, he turned around and left the kitchen.
Bulma watched his back until he disappeared around the corner. Resting her head in her palm, she mused. "Just sex, huh? Shame he's such a jerk, I'd marry his ass in a heartbeat knowing I'd get to have that in my bed every night..."
Vegeta flew up the staircase, unbothered to use the steps as intended. Impudent woman, I knew she wasn't going to shut up about it. He sighed. She is right though, I do feel a lot better. However, I can't allow myself to get distracted. The gravity room alone is not enough, so I need to come up with a different plan. Entering his bedroom, he winced at the heavy scent of sex still lingering in his quarters. Walking over to the balcony doors, he pushed them open to ventilate the space. Running the tip of his tongue over his lewdly smiling lips as he allowed the erotic memories those very doors created to replay in his mind. Hmm, naughty woman.
A few minutes later, a casually dressed Vegeta stepped onto his balcony. He took a deep breath in, relishing the coolness of the morning autumn air. He whipped up his ki and took to the skies, looking for a quiet place where he could utilize his clear head to devise a new strategy. A strategy that would assure my ascension to super saiyan at last.
Later that same day, a very impatient Vegeta came to Bulma, demanding that she make him a new set of armor and prepare the ship for an extended trip into space. He explained that he needed to train in an unforgiving environment to push himself beyond his limits in order to break through the barrier currently preventing him from ascending. Bulma agreed to help and provided him with the things he asked for. She did not do it just for him, of course. Everyone would benefit if he managed to become a super saiyan as he would be a valuable asset against the prophesied unbeatable androids. Vegeta left her alone to finish the preparations and departed directly after. The saiyan prince would not return for a full year.
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Four months later...
Yamcha followed Bulma to the living room. Walking behind her, he couldn't help but notice her uncharacteristically slumped posture and visibly shaking hands. She was nervous, very nervous. She had invited him because she wanted to tell him something, which usually meant one of two things: Either she was lonely and craved some small talk or she was bored and wanted to reignite their spark. This time, however, she was giving off an uncanny vibe he couldn't quite place, and his gut feeling told him that it was about something else entirely.
They made their way to the sitting area, where they both plopped down on the couch. Yamcha checked the coffee table: A teapot and a jug of water next to a monstrous pile of chocolate chip cookies. Weird.
"Can I get you some tea, Yamcha?" Bulma asked with feigned cheeriness.
"Sure. What happened to coffee? I thought you were addicted." He asked jokingly, hoping to calm her mysterious uneasiness. However, much to his alarm, Bulma turned paler than she naturally already was, replacing his wariness with worry. "Woah, what's wrong, babe? Is it something I said?"
"No, it's fine."
"I don't believe you, you look terrible. Are you sick or something?"
Bulma shook her head.
A little relieved, Yamcha released the breath he was holding. "Well, that's good to hear. Something is going on with you, though. Is that what you wanted to talk about?"
The bluenette nodded. Pouring both of them a cup of tea, she placed his on the coffee table and cupped hers with her palms. Tucking her legs underneath her, she stared at her drink. "Yamcha, listen. I wanted to tell you that… I'm pregnant. About four months in." She swallowed. It was awkward sharing this news with him given their history, and this was only the easy part of her revelation.
Ok…? Somewhat puzzled, Yamcha scratched the back of his head. So that's what's messing her up, huh? He wasn't surprised she slept with another dude, however, it is very un-Bulma-like to get pregnant by accident. She might be reckless from time to time, but she wasn't stupid. Releasing his head, he put a warm smile on his face and responded like any good friend would. "Cool, congratulations, Bulma!"
"Thanks." She answered dryly.
He frowned. "Aren't you happy with it?"
Bulma stubbornly kept her eyes on her tea.
I guess that means no. "Alright, what happened?"
She clenched her jaw. I got horny and took a ride on your enemy. More silence.
"Erm, Bulma?"
"I'm sorry, I-..." She released a shaky breath. "It was unplanned."
His frown deepened. "What? Unplanned? How!? You were on birth control, right?"
Bulma put her cup down and rubbed her eyes. "My IUD wasn't placed correctly, which is why I needed painkillers for a while. I didn't know at the time." She sighed and gazed off to the side, still refusing to look him in the eyes.
"Wow, that's rough. I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah…"
Yamcha glanced at his ex suspiciously. Avoidance, short answers and unwaning nerves. Yeah, she's hiding something. Somewhat dreading the answer, he addressed the issue which he suspected to be the cause of her apprehension. "Bulma, who's the father?" ... Silence... "Come on, B. You can tell me!" More stubborn silence… "Is he a regrettable co-worker or competitor or something? Or a stranger you hooked up with?"
The scientist released another sigh. "No, nothing like that." Moving her gaze to the comforting pile of dough and chocolate, she grabbed her opposite biceps, instinctively preparing herself for the outburst she knew was coming her way.
The warrior didn't fail to notice her shielding body language, fanning the flames of his rapidly growing unease. "Fuck, I know the dude, right?"
"Yeah… you do…"
Oh… no… please don't tell me… "Bulma, who did you do?" He groaned.
Inhaling deeply, she finally met his gaze and answered. "Vegeta. It's his child."
With his suspicions regrettably confirmed, Yamcha threw his hands up in dejection. "Vegeta… You're kidding, right? PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING!?"
"Do you think I'd joke about something like that!?"
Yamcha's voice temporarily escaped him as he sat unmoving. All he could hear was his heart thumping in his throat while anger and disbelief surged through his veins. His face rapidly flushing, he exhaled aggressively through flared nostrils. "Fucking hell, B! Vegeta!? You fucked Vegeta!? Short, arrogant, asshole VEGETA!? "He got up and began walking around the living room aimlessly. "Unbelievable… Of all the men on the planet…" Dragging his hands down his face, he did a few back-and-forths. "HOW DID YOU EVEN…?" Fisting his hair with both hands, he stomped back to her. "Are you completely INSANE!? That man, he's a monster! A MURDERER!" He pulled the short strands of his messy do. "I can't believe… you let him… FUCK, BULMA!"
Well aware Yamcha hated Vegeta's guts with a passion, Bulma had obviously expected him to take the news poorly. She purposefully kept her mouth shut, giving him some room to process the news and vent his justified anger.
Yamcha suddenly froze as something dawned on him. Wait a minute... shit… of course! Instantly regretting his harsh outburst, he released his hair and opened his arms apologetically. "Bulma! I'm so sorry! He assaulted you, didn't he? And forced you!?"
Bulma flinched, staring at him in guilty silence. Oh… gosh… She had not foreseen he would jump to that conclusion as she never considered that scenario herself. But given the situation and who Vegeta was, she couldn't blame her friend for assuming such a thing. She cleared her throat and scratched her cheek, realizing her answer was probably not going to sit well with her ex. "No, not at all. It was consensual..."
Yamcha turned white as a ghost. That dirty little rat! On one hand, he was relieved to hear his friend didn't get raped by an evil, alien warlord, but on the other hand, that did mean she willingly fucked said evil, alien warlord. His stomach churned. He remembered, some time ago, Bulma told him she dreamed about kissing the saiyan, and she seemed genuinely concerned for his well-being when he blew up the gravity machine last year. But other than that, those two were either yelling at each other or ignoring each other. Being intimately familiar with Bulma's taste in men, he had to admit he wasn't too surprised she hopped in bed with the guy, however, he had a hard time wrapping his head around Vegeta happily agreeing to it, or, even more outrageous, actively pursuing her. The dude didn't seem interested in anything else other than training, eating and bitching. Least of all fucking. I didn't know he had it in him. Yamcha palmed his eyes. "I don't know what to say." Sighing, he ran his fingers through his spiky hair. "I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back."
Bulma nodded at him in understanding, grateful for the break as she desperately needed it as well. Once Yamcha left the living room, she released a long, drawn-out sigh. "That went about as well as I expected."
Ten minutes later, a calmer, but still clearly upset Yamcha rejoined the bluenette on the couch. Absently sipping on her tea, her nerves seemed to have waned. He crossed his arms and rested his ankle on top of his knee. In a voice dripping with venom, he mockingly asked. "At least tell me this, B. What was it like to take his virginity? Or would it hurt his precious pride if you were to share that information?" Obviously fishing for dirt on the saiyan, he probably hoped to shove it in the bastard's face the first chance he got.
Virginity? Bulma's eyebrows nearly disappeared under her hairline as she failed to stifle a laugh. Yamcha had become a skilled and adventurous lover himself over time, but he could not hold a candle to the naughty games the cocky prince had played with her. Covering her mouth with her fingers, she quietly muttered to herself. "It certainly felt like someone lost some kind of virginity, but it sure as hell wasn't Vegeta."
"What was that?"
Lowering her hand, she decided a neutral answer was the best course of action. "I said; Vegeta knew what he was doing."
Visibly disappointed, Yamcha scoffed. "I just don't get it, B. Why did you go after him of all people? You can do better."
Crossing her arms, she huffed at his contemptuous attitude. "I didn't 'go after him', you dolt. He came after me!"
Yamcha furrowed his brow questioningly. "Right, after all this time squatting here and ignoring you, he suddenly decides he wants to bang you. What did you do? Disable his porn channels?"
Bulma barked out a laugh, vividly imagining the prince furiously yelling at his tv with his cock in his fist. Shaking her head to dissolve the image, she rubbed her temple, readying herself for more uneasiness. "Remember a while ago when we openly discussed my contraceptive? In front of Vegeta? He invited me over for a ride the first chance he got after that."
Baffled by the unsettling realization, Yamcha exhaled through puffed cheeks and whistled. "Dang, no way! That's… awkward. Wow, he must be really happy he got you pregnant then..." He scratched his head. Unreal… Suddenly, he winced. "Wait… did you say he invited you!?"
"Sure did."
The warrior blinked at her. Wild… "But, why did you go? This is VEGETA we're talking about. He could've hurt you. Or worse!"
"Nah, he needs me for his precious training equipment, so he'd think twice before harming me. Besides…" A lewd smile formed on her lips. "His invitation was very tempting. Too hard to pass up."
"Urg, don't make me puke!"
Temporarily lost in thought, Bulma stared at nothing in particular. Seemingly amused by a memory, she began to snicker.
Yamcha shot her a wary glance. This can't be good. "What are you thinking about, B?" He asked in a monotone voice.
More snickers. "During, you know, Vegeta suggested I should call you over the next morning and tell you how much I enjoyed, erm…" She hesitated briefly but blurted it out anyway. "... getting plowed by him." Bulma's snickers turned into playful giggles, painting her cheeks a guilty shade of red.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
She winked at her friend. "Let's just say he's raided more than just planets in his past. Smug little bastard knows how to fuck, that's for sure."
"Wow! You know I'm hurting, yet you decide to rub even more salt in my wound?" Disgust and jealousy filled his gut. He knew Bulma well enough that she meant it as a joke, but he wasn't amused in the slightest. To make matters worse, the arrogant prick apparently thought of him while he was screwing his ex-girlfriend. Classy. "Cool, so he's that kind of dude, huh? Must feel great knowing you're just another notch on his bedpost."
"Hey, you asked for it! Twice, even! Besides, you're being hypocritical." Bulma paused, quickly dismissing the familiar accusation before she continued. "It's not like you didn't brag about all the action you got after we broke up, mister you-can-do-better."
Yamcha grunted. Touché.
"Anyway, no need to worry, nothing is going on between him and me. It was just a one-night stand. We both needed it badly, and I don't regret the experience. Vegeta left months ago, and I barely even think about him anymore. The pregnancy was an accident."
"You made a mistake, Bulma."
"I dunno. It doesn't feel like I did." She flashed him a sheepish smile. "I will admit it was a little reckless of me, though."
You can say that again… "So you have no feelings for him at all?"
She shook her head.
"That's hard to believe. I've seen you flirt with him and care for him."
Bulma's temper flared up at his skepticism. "Why do you even care? It's not like we're a thing anymore. I'm a grown woman and can do whatever I want!"
"I care because you're my friend, Bulma! Besides, you did those things for him when we were still together."
The bluenette clawed the air in frustration. "Look, I knew Vegeta was dangerous, so I had to keep him friendly somehow. Like it or not, but we need his alien ass to help us fight the androids." Slumping her shoulders, she cradled her teacup with her palms. "I won't lie to you, Yamcha. I did feel attracted to Vegeta and have silently struggled with that for quite a while. I mean, let's face it, I couldn't exactly call any of you and admit I had a crush on the man responsible for your deaths." Sighing melancholically, she took a sip of her tea. "However, Vegeta made it very clear to me that he was only interested in sex, so my affection died down eventually. He's gone, I'm over him and I have more important things to care for right now." She tenderly placed one hand on her belly.
Yamcha sniffed, resting his chin in his palm. "Why did you even keep the baby? You said you're already four months in, so termination is out of the picture, right?"
"Because, unlike its jerk of a father, I don't enjoy taking lives! Vegeta is going to learn that he can create life as well, rather than just destroy it."
"So you're keeping it just to spite him? That's irresponsible!"
"No, no, no, not at all!" Realizing she should phrase her intentions more carefully, she continued in a genuine tone. "I'm sorry, Yamcha. I didn't mean it like that. It is a big deal and still very new to me as well. I feel that keeping my baby is the right decision. I just know it. Call it a woman's intuition." Her features softened as she gently caressed her stomach. "Shoving a life's lesson into Vegeta's arrogant mug is just an added bonus."
Relieved by Bulma's sincerity and clear indifference towards the saiyan, Yamcha finally relaxed. Shaking his head, he gave a small smile. Bulma will always be Bulma in her own stubborn way. "I'm glad you're realistic about it, B. It's not like he's going to stick around, marry you and help you raise the kid. If he does, feel free to remind me to boil my boots and eat them."
Bulma's face lit up, grateful they could leave the awkwardness behind them. Flashing him a broad smile, she gave a hearty laugh. "That's a safe bet if I ever heard one, but I'll hold you to it."
They settled for a few comfortable minutes of silence. Yamcha downed his lukewarm tea and refilled his cup with water from the jug while Bulma repeatedly fisted multiple chocolate chip cookies and stuffed them into her mouth in a familiar Goku-like fashion.
After emptying the contents of his cup for the second time, Yamcha asked. "Does Vegeta know he's going to be a daddy yet?"
"No. He spent an awful lot of words convincing me he doesn't care about anything other than becoming a super saiyan. I doubt he would even answer if I radio him, so I'll tell him when he returns."
"Jeez, good luck with that. What makes you think he will even bother to return?"
"He has to. He will run out of fuel and supplies eventually. Besides, once he unlocks super saiyan, he's going to want to show it off by destroying those androids."
"Or use it to kill Goku and leave the rest of us for dead."
"Maybe, but if he doesn't ascend and help Goku and the rest of you guys, our chances against those androids are going to be bleak, resulting in the same morbid outcome. Weren't you the one who told me not to be all 'doom and gloom' about it? I'm just trying to stay positive here."
"Fair enough." Yamcha reached for the plate holding the rapidly shrinking pile of cookies and started nibbling on a few himself. "So you're just gonna be a single mom then?"
"Uh-huh, but it's no big deal for me. My parents are very excited and happy to support me, and I'm sure my amazing friends are willing to help me whenever they can." She flashed him a hopeful smile.
"No! Forget it! I'm NOT getting involved in raising Vegeta's ejaculate!"
Bulma's face fell. Darn it. "Yeah, I figured as much."
Satisfied with his boundary, Yamcha smirked at his ex-girlfriend. "Also, just a heads up, B. We're not getting back together anymore now that I know you willingly shagged that bastard. No way I'm entering again after he's had his piece in." He said half-joking, half-serious.
Returning his smirk, she retaliated teasingly. "Aw, and here I was secretly hoping you'd accidentally confuse me with one of your friendly lady fans, take me back to your lofty apartment, tie me to your bed and drunk fuck me! Gosh, what a shame, I'm sooo disappointed."
Yamcha laughed. "Tough luck, babe!" He placed his empty cup back on the table. "How do you plan to tell the other fighters? They're going to be shocked when they learn you banged Vegeta. He's not exactly popular with the group, so to speak."
"I'm going to keep it a surprise. They'll see it when we meet up on the day the androids arrive."
"Cool, going to make me explain to everyone that it's not my kid. Thanks, B."
"Don't worry, I will tell everyone myself when the time comes. For now, my priority is making sure I give birth to a healthy baby. Which is challenging enough as it is, I really liked my cigs and coffee." She put on an exaggerated pout.
"I'm glad you're being responsible, B. You've got this." Yamcha smirked. "Anyways, do call me when your newborn starts shooting ki blasts from its butt. I wouldn't want to miss that."
"Yamcha!"
"Hey! You're the one who fucked an alien. Not me!"
"YAMCHA!"
"You deserve it, and you know it."
Grumbling, Bulma concurred. She did deserve it a little bit.
Yamcha put his palms on his knees. "Time for me to head out. This is a big change, and I need some time to let it all sink in. I'll hit you up once I return from my training trip, okay?"
"Sure!"
They both got up and made their way to the front door. Stepping outside, Yamcha pulled her into a friendly hug. "Take care, Bulma."
"Thanks, Yamcha. Good luck out there!" She waved at him as he fired up his ki and took off. Watching his silhouette disappear in the distance, she gave an apologetic sigh. "I'm sorry I had to put you through that, my friend…"
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Nine months later...
A freshly showered Vegeta stood next to the crib in the living room of Capsule Corp.'s residential quarters. Casually dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a simple longsleeve, he examined the sleeping infant. A child? Already? Busy woman. Focussing on the baby's ki, he couldn't deny an unwelcome feeling of uneasiness creeping up on him. Tch, that's one powerful brat. His fists subconsciously clenched and relaxed as he battled his mind trying to present him with the most obvious explanation. However, before his apprehension got the chance to spiral out of control, someone entered the living room.
Bulma returned from a short visit to the restroom. She wasn't surprised to see Vegeta as it was hard to miss the spaceship landing in their yard earlier this morning. The new mother looked her baby daddy up and down from a distance, gauging the situation. The prince was still relatively slender compared to most of the other fighters, but his muscular physique was much more defined. And despite his evident discomfort, he radiated a form of confidence and power she hadn't seen in him before. She smirked. Seems like I wasn't the only one breaking physical limits the past year.
Knowing Vegeta would return eventually, the scientist had spent a disturbing amount of time mentally preparing herself for this very moment. How should she tell him? What are all the possible ways he could react? What to do if he decides to go berserk on her ass? In a non-sexy way? Given that the volatile and unpredictable man was dead set on not conceiving any 'ingrate hybrids', she managed to deduce two things that will happen for certain: His displeasure is going to be somewhere between outrageously pissed and murderously livid and he will throw a non-inconsequential hissy-fit; saiyan style. Encouraging herself to face the upcoming battle, Bulma took a deep breath, forcing a determined expression on her face as she made her way over to the crib.
Vegeta turned around. Facing Bulma with a guarded look, he slowly eyed her up and down. She was still skinny and ridiculously pale, but her hair had changed to straight and much shorter. His nose twitched as he noticed an unfamiliar softness emitting from her face and body. He crossed his arms defensively, stubbornly holding on to refusal.
"Well, well, look who made it back." The bluenette took her place next to saiyan. "You look good, Vegeta. How did your training go?"
Not in the mood for exchanging pleasantries, he merely grunted and sternly nodded at the content of the crib. "Explain."
Bulma rolled her eyes. Yep, as expected, still a jerk. It was worth a try, though. Staring into Vegeta's piercing black eyes, she boldly met his demanding gaze as she fired her cunningly devised opener. "So, you said your aim was perfect, am I right?"
Taken aback by her incongruous question, he shot her a wary side-eye. "What about it?"
"Well, you certainly managed to hit the target, buddy."
He narrowed his eyes on her.
"As you can see, I have a son now." She smiled, looking at her new pride and joy sleeping soundly in the crib. "Actually, Vegeta, we have a son now. Congratulations my prince, you're a father."
The air in the living room suddenly felt twice as heavy, void of any movements or sounds, except for the rhythmic breaths of the happily snoozing baby. Vegeta didn't respond. At all. Standing here, stunned and silent, the only things betraying his racing mind were his clenching jaw and violently throbbing carotid arteries. Reluctantly, the prince released his figurative grasp on the final slivers of his hopeless denial. No… Impossible!
Bulma's own pulse began to race as well, matching Vegeta's in intensity. The miniscule part of her that hoped he'd be jumping with joy at the news had just wilted. Bracing herself for the anticipated tantrum, she puffed up her chest and stood as tall as she could, silently praying to whatever god who happened to listen that her friends wouldn't have to waste a wish on her.
After about a minute, Vegeta took a menacingly slow inhale before he hissed in a cold, emotionless tone. "How dare you, you conniving bitch. I trusted you couldn't get pregnant, this shouldn't have happened!" Pointing at his peacefully sleeping son with a shaking finger, he was unable to mask his rapidly rising anger.
The little boy gurgled, roused by the unrest above him. Bulma pointed at the door. "Vegeta, balcony, NOW! We're not arguing in front of -."
"NO! SHUT UP!" The warrior put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her all the way through the spacious living room until her back hit the far wall. The shift in energy startled the sensitive, half-saiyan child, who promptly began wailing. Ignoring the infuriating noise, Vegeta bore his burning glare into Bulma's blue orbs and aggressively pointed at the crib again. "THAT was not supposed to happen! Did you trick me!?"
"What!? NO! It was an -."
"HOW DARE YOU!?"
Indignation flared up within Bulma. Unshaken, she stood her ground against the commanding alien warrior. Poking him in his chest, she matched his violent tone. "Would you just LISTEN TO ME, Vegeta? SO I CAN EXPLAIN!"
Growling menacingly, Vegeta released her shoulder and recrossed his arms. His face painted with a contemptuous scowl, he widened his stance, trapping her between the wall and his frame. "Fine! I'll give you one minute to explain yourself before I snap and do what I should be doing now!"
Squinting her eyes at the intimidating man in front of her, Bulma noticed he was furiously clawing at his biceps to restrain himself. Reminding her he was dead serious and very capable of following through with his threat.
The lack of instantaneous attention and reassurance caused the baby genius to keep bawling, expertly tugging on his mother's heartstrings. Unfortunately, Mommy had no choice but to tend to the angry stranger first, so he had to make do with his mum's mental promise she'd be over at his side as soon as the raging fire currently threatening their existence was quenched.
Vegeta snapped his fingers and gave a sharp, upward nod with his chin, signaling she'd better start talking.
Planting her fists on her hips, she made eye contact and explained monotonously. "I didn't trick you, Vegeta. I had birth control when we fucked, but little did I know, it wasn't properly installed. I did have some pain after it was placed, but it went away on its own, so I didn't get suspicious. No contraceptive is fail-proof, and there's always minor risk involved." She paused to take a breath. "A risk we took together the moment I whipped your cock out, and you shoved it in."
Groaning in annoyance, Vegeta looked off to the side. Not properly installed? Can't these useless weaklings do anything right? Damn it, how could I have overlooked such an obvious possibility!? Even so, the brat's existence doesn't make any sense. I told her I didn't want this. Turning his head back to face Bulma, he calmly spoke. "Medical error aside, you Earthlings are advanced enough to terminate a pregnancy in a manner that doesn't involve blasting the mother." Narrowing his eyes, he glared at her. "Which means that YOU kept the child on purpose."
The scientist wasn't used to dealing with people on her level of intelligence, and, given the prince's usually rash nature, she was genuinely surprised by his composure. However, even though he was right, the accusation still stung. Smashing her fist into his sternum, she responded audibly offended. "You make it sound like it was nothing. Do you have ANY IDEA what I went through!? I worked my ass off in solitude for seven days straight, preparing the ship and armor for YOUR trip, only to skip my period a week later and FREAK THE FUCK OUT! My parents hadn't returned yet, so I had to rush to a doctor ON MY OWN, who confirmed the misplaced contraceptive and that I was indeed pregnant. WITH A MORALLY CHALLENGED ALIEN. At that point, I completely lost it, but she still had to jank out the faulty thing with an emergency procedure to prevent any potential damage. WHICH HURT LIKE FUCKING HELL!"
Fed up with the woman yelling excuses at him, the prince's temporary equanimity dissipated. "THAT STILL DOESN'T EXPLAIN THE CHILD!"
Distressed by the unexplainable shouting, the involuntary bystanding baby joined the vocal fray and began howling mercilessly at the top of his little lungs.
Overwhelmed with exasperation and desperate to calm her child, Bulma reached her boiling point. Absolutely livid, she furiously fisted the saiyan's top with both hands and exploded into his face. "OH LET ME EXPLAIN, ASSHOLE! I was alone in this as I couldn't just go and tell everyone I did the HORIZONTAL TANGO with my VERY UNPOPULAR ALIEN HOUSEGUEST and got KNOCKED UP by him." Jerking at his garment, she emphasized her words. "And for your information, YOUR HIGHNESS, I did enter the procedure to have the pregnancy terminated, but unlike the father of OUR CHILD, I'm not wired to KILL everything that SLIGHTLY BOTHERS me. SO when I had my final appointment, I just... I just..." Bulma's voice creaked as suppressed sorrow began seeping through the cracks of her rage. Relinquishing her grip on his shirt, she sniveled as she lost the battle against her tears. "I JUST COULDN'T, VEGETA!" Hands falling next to her hips, genuine sadness flowed freely. Bringing her shaking palms to her face to cover her eyes, she cried.
Vegeta scoffed. "I don't care for your emotional nonsense! You didn't even inform me of the pregnancy, you selfish bitch!"
She looked up, a mix of resentment and disbelief visible in her bloodshot eyes. "Inform you? Are you kidding me!?" She sobbed.
"Of course I'm not! I told you I didn't want any offspring, so you didn't call it in on purpose knowing I could return and end it myself!" Vegeta angrily pointed at the crib again. "I DON'T WANT A CHILD!"
Torn between deep-rooted heartache and utter absurdity, the bluenette abandoned her sorrow and laughed at his face, ridiculing the irony of his words with bittersweet scorn. "The joke's on you, Vegeta. It seems like there's value in abstinence after all!"
"You don't say!?" He curled his upper lip. "Your weakness and human incompetence are at fault here. This has NOTHING to do with me!"
"Really? Gosh! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'd swear that it was you who wanted to fuck and that it was you who happily emptied his balls in my womb!" She brashly plucked the waistband of his sweats. "There's no such thing as free sex, Vegeta, so if you're so bent on being childless, you should've kept your pants on."
"Tch, AS IF!"
Bulma sighed in dejection, allowing herself to relax a little. "For what it's worth, I am sorry. I knew I went against your wishes, but in the end, the decision was mine to make and I stand by it." She scratched her head. "Why are you even fussing over it anyway? It's not like I'm asking you to help me with him."
Vegeta sneered. "You don't understand, do you? Others can use the fact that I have a child against me!" He balled his fist at her. "Besides, it's a filthy half-breed! What if the brat turns out like Kakarot's boy? Too powerful to control? Did you think of that, you stupid woman?"
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Here on Earth we raise our kids, Vegeta, we don't control them. Besides, Gohan turned out all right, so I don't see the problem. I did consider calling you by the way, but I had no reason to believe you'd answer." She threw her hands up. "For crying out loud! You spent a lot of time explaining to me how you just don't care about anything other than becoming a super saiyan. It was just sex, remember? And now you blame me that I didn't know that you apparently do care and wanted to have a say in the matter!?"
Faster than human eyes could see, Vegeta's hand shot out and locked itself around Bulma's throat, pinning her to the wall behind her without applying pressure. She instinctively grabbed his wrist, pointlessly attempting to pry him off. Bringing his face close, he touched his nose to hers. His eyes were restless, darting all over her features, clearly thinking of a fitting retort, but failing to come up with one. Turning his head to the side, he gazed at her from the corners of his half-lidded eyes. "You are correct. I don't care for you or the child, and it was just sex to me. However, you betrayed me by keeping the brat without my consent." Exhaling through his nose, he calmed himself down, causing the screams from the crib to finally subdue.
Bulma gave another tug on Vegeta's unyielding wrist, scowling at him. "It doesn't matter either way. I still wouldn't have killed my baby just because you wanted me to, jerk."
Releasing her throat, he took a step back and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I should destroy you for your betrayal, Bulma. You're lucky that you're useful to me." Lowering his hand, he pointed a finger at her, accompanied by his hard-hearted glare. "Listen to me. I will stay on this planet for now, so I can try out my newfound abilities on those androids, and you will supply me with what I need. I demand that you make me new armor and keep the gravity room functional. After I pulverize those pieces of malfunctioning trash, you will have prepared the ship for me, so I can leave this infuriating dustball whenever I desire. I won't be living here, and I don't care what you do with the brat. Just don't expect me to get involved. Do I make myself clear?"
Bulma put her hands on her hips and gave a contemptuous huff. "With that attitude, I don't even want you here anyway! But since someone needs to make sure your sorry ass can help Goku and the gang mop up those androids, I will help you out."
"Good, that's settled then." He turned to take his leave.
Reaching out quickly, Bulma grabbed his arm. "Wait! One more thing." He paused, looking over his shoulder. The bluenette flashed him a proud smirk. "You did it, right?"
He fleetingly showed her a cocky grin. "Of course I did."
Her smirk widened in satisfaction. Perfect. "Good for you, I knew you would. And, Vegeta…" She solidified her grip. "I named our son Trunks."
"Hmpf, whatever." Shaking off her hand, the saiyan ran to the balcony. Lighting his ki with a loud *crack*, he hastily took off.
Releasing a big sigh of relief, Bulma sank to the floor. It wasn't the outcome she was hoping for, but it was a lot better than she expected. No casualties, the house is still standing and Vegeta will stick around to help fight the androids, making it a victory in her book.
Bulma smiled, grateful that he had managed to ascend and taking some pride in the fact that it was her who supported him getting there. With two super saiyans on their side, they should be able to crush those androids without breaking a sweat, giving her a future to look forward to with her newborn son. Speaking of which… She got up and stumbled over to the crib, scooping up her confused and rightfully upset baby boy. She beamed at him. "Well, Trunks, that was your daddy. Scary little fellow, isn't he?" She tilted her head and gave an awkward smile, scrutinizing the child with a hopeful gaze. "I just hope you end up being more like mommy."
Staring at his mother with his big blue eyes, Trunks gurgled. Comforting her worries with a cute melody of incoherent babbles.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, a very distraught saiyan prince was flying aimlessly across the ocean. Leaving large waves in his wake as he cut the blue surface with his aura. When he landed back on Earth this morning, he had planned to bathe, enjoy a nice meal and return to his routine the following day. Utilizing the final six months to finetune his well-deserved transformation for the upcoming battle. He had even planned on relaxing a little. Preferably with Bulma, naked, in his bed. However, when he saw the crib on his way to the kitchen and sensed the infant's outrageous ki, he knew something was amiss. A child, what the blazes do I do with a fucking child? He studied the petrifying feeling of betrayal occupying his mind. The fact that he didn't get a chance to voice his opinion on the brat's existence filled him with a sense of powerlessness he wasn't used to having. How dare she make that decision for me? Bah, all because she couldn't control her worthless feelings! Now I'm stuck with a weakness I don't need. He gave an exasperated groan. "Idiot woman and her stupid relaxation. This better not bite me in my ass…" The prince accelerated, searching for a deserted wasteland that could use some remodeling.
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Half a year later, on the morning of May 12th...
A small Capsule Corp. plane was on its way to a small island nine miles southwest of South City. Yamcha was piloting the craft while Bulma had the snoozing ten-month-old Trunks cradled in her arms. The cockpit was quiet, except for the distant droning of the engines and the occasional snore from the baby.
Both adults were nervous. Rightfully so, after spending the past three years of their lives preparing for this very day, which was supposed to be the beginning of the end of their lives. Yamcha shifted in his seat, breaking the silence for a much-needed distraction. "What do you think those androids will look like, B?"
Bulma cupped her chin. "I've been wondering about that myself as well. Mystery Boy didn't show Goku any pictures, so I'm curious to find out."
Yamcha grunted. "Bulma, please promise me you and Trunks go home as soon as the androids appear."
"Just a peek and I'll be gone!"
He shook his head, knowing he wouldn't be able to talk sense into her. "You better be. No guarantees we'll be able to protect you."
She gave him an assuring smile. "I know. I promise I'll be careful."
He sighed. "Anyway, where's Vegeta? Shouldn't he be here?"
"Beats me. I have no idea what he's been up to other than occasionally dropping by, yelling demands at me and ignoring his child."
Yamcha rolled his eyes. "Ignoring your own kid. Tch. What a coward."
"Well, to be fair, he didn't entirely ignore Trunks. A while ago, his natural curiosity got the better of him, and he came to check him out."
Yamcha cocked a curious eyebrow. "How did that go?"
"Entirely as expected. He bitched about the color of Trunks' eyes and hair and, obviously, the missing tail." Bulma laughed. "You should have seen the look on his stupid face when I told him I had it removed at birth. Ha! As if I'd allow excessive limbs on my kid, no thanks." Bulma gave a satisfied smirk. "He was impressed by Trunks' inherent power level, though, and he hasn't attempted to eat him yet, so there's that."
"Wow, father of the universe. I just hope he doesn't change his mind and hurt Trunks. Or you, for that matter."
"He better not, or he's going to have to run around naked with no way off the planet."
Yamcha gave an awkward laugh, unsure whether that would be hilarious or terrifying.
"But don't worry, he'll show up. He stuck around on our 'infuriating dustball' specifically for this fight. That arrogant jerk better team up with Goku and scrap those androids quickly, so he can move his dorky ass back to Kami-knows-where and be a nuisance to someone else."
"Are you sure he'll leave Earth for good once this is over?"
She shrugged. "You never know with that man. We'll see what he does I guess." Bulma shifted her attention back to Trunks, smiling softly at her sleeping, half-saiyan child.
A little while later, their destination came into view. Yamcha pointed at the island ahead of them. "Looks like Tien is already here. Are you ready, B?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Putting on confident smiles, Bulma and Yamcha braced themselves for the day ahead, boosting their morale in unison: "LET'S DO THIS!"
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Meanwhile, on top of a lone cliff ten miles southwest of South City…
A battle-clad figure stood proudly, gazing over the ocean with his arms crossed and his long saiyan hair waving in the wind. Vegeta sensed the Earth's 'warriors' gathering at the destined island. "Idiots. At least the Namekian is smart enough to hide his power level." He scoffed. "What a waste of effort. I'm going to crush those androids with my bare hands and send them to the junkyard where they belong." Unfolding his arms, he balled his fists. Adorning his face with a familiar, savage grin, he took a deep breath in and did what he does best…
"I'LL SHOW THOSE FOOLS NOT THE UNDERESTIMATE THE TRUE POWER OF PRINCE VEGETA!"
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