Two weeks. Two weeks since he last touched her. Why the hell was she taking so long to upgrade the GR? He wasn't actually sure why he was in such a hurry to get it done. So he could finally have sex with her again, or so he could finally train properly. He figured it was both. He was aware of the fact that what he asked her to do was quite difficult. And that she had actually moved mountains of work in these two weeks. So, in all honesty, his dissatisfaction wasn't justified. It became clear to him that Bulma took her work very seriously and felt she had an important role in beating the androids. By making him stronger.
She was sitting in her desk chair, rolling back and forth between the computer and a piece of machinery Vegeta could not tell the function of. Most of what she did was far beyond his understanding of engineering.
She was wearing a white lab coat over her regular clothes. Jeans and a blue t-shirt. Hair up in a high ponytail. Her brow furrowed in concentration. He could tell she was in her element here. He sighed, leaving his spot against the wall and walking further into the lab.
"Can't your father help? He works like a slug but at least it's something."
"No Vegeta, he's got other things to worry about."
"What is more important than helping defeat the androids?"
"His health. I told you, he is not well."
He noticed she kept rubbing her neck and temples. Something different about her eyes too. She had a headache. Probably best not to push her too far right now. He decided to get back to his current GR.
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Bulma had been overwhelmed and overworked. Vegeta was asking a lot and the company needed her as well. Her father being too sick to work made her role in the company bigger. She had to step up as CEO. She knew it would happen one day, but not under these circumstances. Not with her dad sick and the world possibly ending. She felt helping defeat the androids should be her main concern. No planet, no company. But her parents didn't know about the future, and neither did anybody else. So, people felt she wasn't taking her job seriously.
She couldn't care less about what her employees thought of her, but she did decide to tell her parents about the troubling prediction the kid from the future gave them. Of course they had been very understanding. Her father gave her the ok to give the GR priority and to go ahead and hire someone to help her run the company.
She had been working almost non-stop. Taking only short breaks to sleep, eat or shower. She felt she could work just as hard as her friends, only in a very different way. However, she knew she could not keep this up. She just wanted to get the GR finished, so she could finally rest.
When she was so tired, her eyes couldn't focus anymore, she decided she had no choice but to rest for a bit. She walked to the house, and wanted to just have one glass of wine, before passing out on the couch. When she poured the wine into the glass, she was hit with a powerful flashback. Frieza, holding a wineglass, standing outside of the cage she was in. Smiling at her wickedly. She gasped and dropped the wineglass to the floor. "Shit." What the hell was that?
She cleaned the floor, not wanting her mind to overreact to her flashback. It was nothing. Nothing to worry about. She was just overtired. She grabbed a bottle of water instead, threw her shoes off, and lay down on the couch. Sleep overtaking her the second she closed her eyes.
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A few days later the GR had been updated. It could go up to 400 times Earth's gravity. Absolutely insane, Bulma felt. But Vegeta seemed adamant and who was she to saywhat he could and could not do. At least this way, she had done her part. No doubt it would break down on occasion. She would make sure to get it up and running again, as much as she could.
She was curious to see how long it would take him to get to the maximum level. Or if he could at all. 100 was incredible. But 400!? If anyone could do it though...
Her mind wandered back to when she installed the new system. The second she told him it was done, he ripped her clothes off and taken her then and there. It had been so...intense. Well, in a different way than with their previous times. This was only to satisfy their physical need. Like they had both been waiting for too long, ready to burst. She figured he probably agreed with himself to hold off having sex till she actually finished the work. Which wasn't a second too soon apparently.
But with all of this, came the realization, that the other times she slept with him, meant more. It went beyond just having sex, to fulfill a physical need. At least, for her it did. She felt like they had made some kind of connection. Didn't they? Now that she was actually giving it some thought, maybe it was just her.
She was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine. Not really reading anything, as her mind was busy with other things.
It just occurred to her now, that she was in trouble. Vegeta gave her...the feelings. Dammit. Why the hell couldn't she just, have sex with him, without it meaning anything? But no, she did recall, on numerous occasions, she had stared into his eyes, feeling some kind of affection for him. Of course, he had saved her from Frieza. She was thankful for quite a few things Vegeta had done for her. But it should never have become more than that. Because this was Vegeta. And he was no normal man, in any way. He was an alien, a warrior, a murderer. She wouldn't go so far as to say he was evil. But he was one of the bad guys. And she was...just a little bit in love with him. There was no denying, he gave her butterflies in her belly every time he looked at her a certain way. Maybe that was part of it all. The hint of danger that Vegeta brought with him.
It would never 'be' anything. Nothing beyond sex. It's not like Vegeta would ever settle down or something like that. He probably wouldn't even stay on Earth. For him it most likely had been 'just sex'. And even if by some miracle, he had grown some affection towards her, he was never going to do anything with it.
So, she had a decision to make. Stop sleeping with him, so she wouldn't get hurt. Or keep having sex, risk getting hurt. "What to do.." She tapped her finger to her lips. She smiled, who was she kidding. The sex was just too good. Not only did Vegeta give her the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life, it made her feel normal. It made her forget everything she had been through. She was just, a normal single woman, enjoying her freedom. She did make a mental note, to try and...keep things casual with her Saiyan guest.
She yawned. When did she last have a decent night's sleep? She hoped when she finished the GR she could catch up on some sleep. And the new guy she hired to help her run the company was working out great. Giving Bulma some much needed free time every now and then. But unfortunately, she was having nightmares again. For some time, they had settled down. Not gone completely, but less scary and less frequent. They had come back though. And to top it off, she was having flashbacks when she was wide awake. The memories, she had hoped to be gone forever, seemed to be coming to the surface after all.
The other day she had wanted to put on some nail polish. When she checked to see what colors she had, she saw a purple color that reminded her of Frieza's nails. A flashback of his hands, caressing hers, his fingers around her wrists had hit her like a bolt of lightning. She had felt a pressure on her chest, shortness of breath. Panic. She managed to calm herself down. But it was clear to her that it could've been a full blown panic attack. She did not want to make a big deal out of it. She felt that if she thought about it too much, gave it too much attention, it would only get worse. Therefore, she pretended it never happened.
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2 months passed, and the screen in the GR read: 220 times Earth's gravity. In just 2 month's time, he more than doubled his strength. He had been pushing his limits. He would break his body down every day, till he could barely manage to turn the GR off. How many bones had he broken, how many muscles ripped apart? It still wasn't enough, for he was no Super Saiyan. Not yet. But as long as he kept making progress, he would surely reach it.
He and Bulma had sunken into a perfect rhythm. Vegeta would train for 24 to 48 hours straight. He would emerge from the GR, injured. Depending on the severity, he would either go seek her out right away, or he would rest first. And she was always willing. She never told him no. And it never failed to be good. Great. It could be fast and hasty, it could be long and thorough, it could be fun and playful and it could be serious and passionate. They would feed off each other's energy. Sometimes Vegeta took the lead, other times Bulma would. But it always worked. And he had no trouble holding his power back anymore. His body knew exactly how far he could go without hurting her.
He had noticed she looked tired. He thought it was because she was too busy. The old man indeed was sick. He had seen it with his own eyes. He didn't expect him to live for much longer, in fact. So, the woman had to deal with the company by herself, whilst fixing the GR when need be. And she was losing quite a few hours of sleep thanks to him, of course.
But the other day, when she was fixing a minor malfunction in the GR, he had seen her...react to something. Like she suddenly remembered something. A look of horror was on her face. Her heart had been beating out of her chest. And he had heard her at night a few times, clearly in distress. So, she was having nightmares, still. He did feel for her. He himself was having nightmares for many years. Mostly Frieza related. Now, often Kakarot and that kid from the future plagued him at night. He chose not to comfort her. Because first of all, he was not to become too close to her and second of all, he could not help her. He had never been able to rid himself of the nightmares, so what could he possibly do for her?
Actually, maybe he was helping her. Because when she fell asleep next to him after sex, she would sleep peacefully. And so would he, for that matter.
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Bulma was sitting at her desk typing away at the computer, when her phone rang. The screen read 'Yamcha'. She hadn't spoken to him since Frieza came to Earth. She expected he had heard about her dad.
"Hi Yamcha."
"Hey, uhm, sorry, I know we haven't spoken in a while. But I heard, about your dad...I'm so sorry."
"Thank you Yamcha. It's nice to hear your voice actually. Sorry, I probably should have called you to tell you in person. You and my dad always did get along great."
"Yeah, I'm heartbroken. Can't imagine how you and your mom must be feeling. Do you think it's ok if I stop by? I would love to see him. And you, I've missed you."
"Of course, Yamcha. You are always welcome here. My dad would love to see you. He's feeling pretty good now physically. Of course it's only gonna get worse from here on out, so he'd rather see everyone now, then when he's...you know...too weak and miserable." Bulma said in a sad voice.
"Yeah, I figured. Is this afternoon ok? "
"Sure. See you then."
"Ok, bye."
She sat there for a while, staring ahead. The conversation with Yamcha had made it so real. She would soon have to say goodbye to her father. The kindest man she had ever known. The man to teach her everything she knew. A few days ago, her dad had some tests done at the hospital. Yesterday the doctor called with bad news. There was no chance of beating it. He only had a few months left. It hadn't really sunk in yet, that she was going to lose him. Her brain had been racing to find a way out. But even the dragonballs could not help him. Dying of natural causes, could not be undone.
Suddenly too sad to work, Bulma made her way to the house. She found Vegeta raiding the fridge, after he had been training for 48 hours straight. Dressed in his usual training shorts. She was horrified by the state he was in. "Holy shit, Vegeta. This is taking it too far."
"What's wrong?" He asked, ignoring her statement.
"Huh?"
"You've been crying."
"Oh." Bulma touched her cheek. Yes, a tear. She hadn't realized she had been crying. "My dad."
He nodded knowingly.
Bulma let out a sigh, before grabbing a first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet. "Sit." She said, pointing to a chair at the kitchen table. She rolled her eyes when he didn't move. "You're dripping on my floor."
Vegeta looked down, indeed, a small puddle of blood was forming at his feet. He took a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down in the chair. Bulma grabbed a wet cloth to clean the blood from his shoulder. That way she could see what she was dealing with.
"Oh my god, Vegeta!" She saw a deep cut along his shoulder, where she could make out muscles and ligaments. It was hard to look at. "You seriously can recover from this without any help!? "
"Sure."
"That's insane. I feel like your arm might fall off."
He shrugged.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"Of course I am." He took a sip of water.
"Why don't you go to the infirmary? I'll get you on some painkillers, help you sleep." She suggested. He grunted. Not really giving an answer.
Bulma gently cleaned him up, trails of dried blood decorated his skin. Vegeta had his eyes closed. He was clearly very tired and by his tight jaw muscles she could tell that indeed, he was in pain. She grabbed bandages and did her best to apply as much pressure as she could. Vegeta would not even flinch in the slightest. When she was finishing dressing the wound, she felt Vegeta was putting his hands on her. Running his hands up and down her jeans. Caressing her thighs and ass.
"You can't be serious." Bulma said. Vegeta leaned his head into her body and breathed in her scent. She smiled, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled at it, making him look up at her. "Come find me when you're feeling better." She said.
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Later that day, Yamcha and Bulma were sitting on her balcony, having a drink. Both recovering from a very tearful meet up between her father and Yamcha.
"I can't believe I'm never gonna see him again."Yamcha said.
"I know. I can't wrap my head around it either."
"Remember that one time, when your dad walked in on us in the lab?"
"oh man! I was horrified. And so was he! Hahaha. He did always like you does. He was sad to hear we broke up."
"Yeah, he actually whispered in my ear that he would like to see us get back together again."
"He did?"
"Yes, but that's not going to happen, is it?"
Bulma stared into the distance. "No."
"That's what I figured."
They were silent for a moment. "How have you been doing with the whole...Namek thing?"
"I still have nightmares sometimes. But it's ok. I'm ok." She said. Not wanting to be too truthful. He would just worry, and there was nothing he could do for her.
"On top of everything you have to deal with Vegeta. That can't be easy."
"It's not so bad." She said, avoiding eye contact.
"Bulma?" He said, forcing her to look at him. "You and Vegeta, there's nothing going on there, right?"
Shit.
"Uhm, maybe.."
"You can't be serious. Vegeta!?"
She sighed covering her eyeswith her hand.
"Please tell me you're not having sex with him." Yamcha asked.
Her silence was confirmation that indeed, she was.
"OH MY GOD." Yamcha got out of his seat, pacing back and forth on the balcony. "No, no, no, Bulma...this is not good. Have you forgotten who you're dealing with!?
"He's not ...all that bad."
"No all that bad!? Do you hear yourself!?" He saw Bulma had a slightly amused look on her face. "I'm serious Bulma!"
"I know Yamcha, I'm sorry. I know this must be difficult for you to hear. But really, you don't have to worry."
"But, I died because of him. How can you forgive that?"
Bulma shrugged. "I just do."
Yamcha sat back down in his seat, holding his head in his hands, covering his face in disbelief.
"Remember when we met? You weren't exactly a decent guy. A thief in fact."
"I know that, but c'mon, I wasn't evil."
"Neither is he." She said.
"He murdered, god knows how many."
"He had a tough life, Yamcha. Don't get me wrong, it's bad, but I don't actually think he did those things by choice. And people change. Piccolo did. He was evil, look at him now, with Gohan, he's so sweet."
"You actually believe, there will be a day, that someone would describe Vegeta, as 'sweet'.
"Haha, no. But he's ...I know this might be hard to believe, but he has shown kindness towards me."
"Maybe he just wants to get into your pants."
She gave him an angry look. "Look Yamcha, frankly, I don't give a damn what you think about him, or about me because I sleep with him. We are not together anymore, and I can do whatever, and whoever I want."
"And it's Vegeta you want?"
"Yes."
"But...do you...are there feelings involved? Because you know he'll just end up hurting you, right? He's not gonna stay here to live a peaceful life with you and start a family or anything like that."
"I know that Yamcha. We're just sticking to the sex part for now..."
"Ah gross!"
"It's really good." She teased
"NO, shut up, I can't even think about it." He stuck his fingers in his ears and started humming a song. Making Bulma laugh. Then he took her hand. "I just want you to be happy." He said.
"Thanks. Honestly, I could really use a friend Yamcha. With my dad being sick and this whole android situation hanging over our heads..."
He tapped her hand gently. "I am your friend." He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you."
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Later that day, when the sun was down and the moon was in the sky, Bulma was in the lab, tinkering on something new. She had designed some robots, to help Vegeta train. She was not sure it would work yet, but it was a nice project to keep herself busy with. She much preferred it to her 'CEO' work. Thankfully this guy, James, was so dependable. She hired him, as her assistant. To help her run the company. He had been fantastic. And so nice. He told her to take it easy, and spendtime with her family. He was ok with having a heavier workload for a few months, if he could take a few weeks off when Bulma was ready to miss him.
"What are you working on?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure why. Because she was startled or because Vegeta just had that effect on her.
"You really need to learn to cough or stomp or something when you enter a room. You're too damn stealthy. It's not fair, I can never sneak up on you."
"Again, I do not sneak up on you. I just walked in here."
Her belly did a funny thing when she looked at him. He was wearing navy blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt. "just sex" she thought. She could not see his shoulder, but he seemed to be feeling better. "Actually, I was working on something for you. It works on paper, I just started on the prototype today. It could be really cool. Have a look at the plans, on the desk."
Vegeta did just that. "This could help me with my speed."
"Yeah. I planned on making three bots. They do not create energy themselves, so you would have to fire a small ki blast at them, which should bounce back and forth between them. I'm not sure yet if I can do it though. I've not made anything like this before."
"You'll have to, because I want this now." Vegeta said.
"Hah, is that so? I'm thinking I should ask for something in return." She faced him, hands on her hips.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Hmmm, tell me about your home planet."
"Forget it." He turned to walk away.
"Oh c'mon! You asked me what I wanted."
"I was thinking sexual favors."
She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Fine." She took his hand and pulled him close. "Kiss me."
His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her in. His lips crushed hers. A deep kiss. Vegeta was a great kisser. For some reason, to her it was their most intimate exchange. Then he stopped suddenly. A look of disgust on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"That weakling has touched you."
"Huh? Yamcha? We just hugged. He kissed me on the cheek I think."
"His smell is all over you."
"You're kidding. You can smell that!?"
"Yes."
"But I hug other people all the time. Never bothered you before."
"Not everyone is physically attracted to you. That weakling is. His pheromones are all over you."
"Ugh! You cannot be serious. That sounds kinda gross." Bulma sniffed her shirt.
"He's still interested in you."
Bulma shrugged. "He knows we're just friends. And that we're not getting back together."
"He still wants you."
"Stop, he's my friend. I don't want to know that." Bulma took her lab coat off and turned off the computer.
"How's your shoulder?"
"Fine."
"That's your go to answer. Isn't it?" She asked annoyed.
"It's the truth. It's fine."
Something came over her. She walked up to him and jabbed her hand into his shoulder. He did not flinch, but blood seeped through his shirt immediately and she could see the slightest tightening of his jaw. Realization that she actually hurt him hit her all of a sudden.
"Oh my god, Vegeta. I'm sorry." Her hands on his chest, she leaned in and kissed his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She planted soft kisses on his neck, his jaw. "I'm sorry." She whispered one more time before kissing his lips. He kissed her back hard, rough.
"You're going to pay for that." He said, throwing her over his shoulder.
"No, put me down!" Bulma was actually not sure if he was fooling around or if he was serious. Before she knew it, they were on the top floor of CC where the gym was. And the pool. Damn.
"No, Vegeta! Don't you dare throw me in that pool!"
"You still reek of that weakling."
Then she hit the water with a big splash.
When she came up, she saw Vegeta standing at the edge of the pool with a smirk on his face. Her anger was quick to subside. He was just having some fun with her. She swam to the edge and reached her hand up to him. He took it and pulled her out of the pool in one swift motion. She gave him a smirk that could compete with his unbuttoned her soaking wet, white blouse, awkwardly taking it off as it was sticking to her skin. Her white, now see through bra, clung to her breasts. She noticed Vegeta's eyes were glued to her. Watching her undress. She put her feet up and pulled her sneakers off. Then she unbuttoned her jeans before wiggling out of them. Her plain, white panties not leaving anything to the imagination, now that they were wet. She saw a hungry look in Vegeta's eyes that sent shivers down her spine.
"I could use some help warming up." She said.
Vegeta then powered up all of a sudden. A whirlwind of energy swept through the gym. Bulma almost fell back in the pool, the power of it forcing her to step back. Then he toned it down, leaving a warm glow around him. He reached out his hand to her. She took it without hesitation. A warm sensation spread throughout her body. She wrapped her arms around him, like a hug. Relishing in his warmth, in his energy, his power. "What I wouldn't give to have powers like yours." She said.
"You'd be a force to be reckoned with."
"I always thought so..."
After a few seconds Bulma was completely dry. Even her hair which was dripping wet, now looked like it had been blow dried.
"Now, about that sexual favor..." Bulma said teasingly, running a finger up and down his chest.
Vegeta scooped her up abruptlyand flew through a skylight, over to Bulma's balcony. Once inside he dropped her on the bed unceremoniously. An excited yelp escaped Bulma's lips. Vegeta pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his sweats, leaving him only in his boxers. Bulma bit her lip in anticipation. He crawled on top of her, looking at her like a predator looks at its prey. His mouth found her neck, her collarbone. When his lips reached her bra, he grunted annoyedly. He ripped it apart so her breasts were set free. He ran his tongue over her already hard nipples, receiving a moan from Bulma. His mouth went further south, to her bellybutton, even further down...finding the hem of her panties. He pulled them down her legs slowly, teasingly. Bulma's hands gripped the sheets when his tongue found her. Her back arching. Her mind filled with nothing but Vegeta and the pure bliss he was giving her. With Vegeta, she had felt things she never felt before. Their bodies fit each other perfectly. For them not to have sex, would be a sin. A crime against nature. They were meant to be together. It was nature's crude joke, to have put this man in her path, who could give her pleasure like no one else, but would never give her his heart.
After the waves of bliss were released inside her it took a moment for her to gather her bearings. A smirking Saiyan was next to her. Watching her. She rolled over, on top of him. Kissing him, wanting more. With Vegeta, there was always more. It was never over.