"Why does everything have to be difficult?" Vegeta said to himself, his arm covering his eyes. He was still in bed. Something had woken him up. The woman. Not because she made too much noise or because she came to find him. But he was so in tune with her, that despite the fact that she was a few doors down, he knew, she was...having a rather...hot dream. She was turned on. And now, so was he. He kicked off the blankets as he felt too warm. Knowing he could not act on his lust, was very frustrating. He fantasized about going to her room, whispering in her ear, and have wild, hard, intense sex with her. He wanted to run his tongue over her...no stop. Why torture himself? He could not lay a hand on her. He could not trust his hands. They were too strong, too untamed. He would most certainly hurt her.
Besides, did he not have any discipline!? This was pathetic. The whole Super Saiyan thing had not made a dent in his...desire for her. Never mind the emotional link he had with her...
He was now sure, if sleeping with her would not be too dangerous right now, he would have given in already. He tried to remember why that was so bad. Why again? He came to the realization that it was mostly, because of her. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea. She had feelings for him, and using her just for sex, would be wrong. She would get hurt. So what? He never cared about who he hurt before, why start now? He could just get his fill of her, and move on. But he wouldn't. Which meant that, despite his best efforts, he had some sort of...affection for her. Truth be told, it had been like that from the beginning. When he first found her, in that cage on Namek, he had been intrigued by her, drawn to her and he respected her. Also, he had empathized with her.
He had known all this for a while. But there had always been a voice in the back of his head, telling him it was ok to give in to pleasure, he would be able to walk away soon enough. He hadn't been a Super Saiyan yet, he had felt like a failure and being with the woman made him feel better. That nagging feeling about caring, he chose to ignore it. Feeling confident that it would fade after he would lose himself into his training. Becoming a Super Saiyan was his destiny. He would finally have his revenge on Kakarot. Nothing else would matter to him...But, she mattered. And so did his son. Shit.
When Bulma had told him about the birth of Trunks, and how she almost died...that was very hard to hear. He actually felt physically ill. So, it was clear to him that he did not want to see her hurt. Emotionally of physically. But it felt like something inevitable if they were to become...mates. He wasn't ...domesticated to say the least. He was bad-natured and disruptive. There was an unruly fire burning within him. One way or another, he would end up hurting her.
So rationally speaking, he should stay away. His body however felt differently. Without his knowing, it had made a connection. Vegeta knew this is what Saiyan mates had with each other. Of course, Bulma was no Saiyan. Although she might as well be. Besides her looks and powerlevel she had all the qualifications. But he didn't know if this attachment was permanent or not. The Saiyan race had been destroyed far before Vegeta would ever need to know about that kind of stuff. He had not considered that he might ever have this with someone. First because he did not want to, and second because he figured it could only happen between two Saiyans.
He was sure that getting rid of it would help him tremendously in moving on from her. But was it possible? And did he want to?
Maybe the woman was dreaming of someone else...But he doubted it. He felt she was most likely dreaming of all the things they had done to each other during their pleasure marathons.
He could suddenly sense a change in her. She had woken up and was on the move. 'Don't come in here, don't come in here..." He thought. Because having to say no to her would be torture. Unfortunately for Vegeta, Bulma was standing right outside his door. She opened it carefully.
"Get out woman, I'm trying to sleep." He said, his bare back to her.
But he heard her close the door and make her way to his bed.
He sat up straight and turned to her. Still wearing the white tanktop from earlier but no sweatpants. Just some black boxers. Her legs looked beautiful in the dim moonlight that came through the window. Her eyes sparkled with desire.
Vegeta sighed annoyedly. Before he had a chance to explain why she needed to leave she crawled onto is lap. The words were stuck in his throat. Bulma made eye contact for a moment, when she let her fingers slide up the back of his neck and into his hair. Vegeta felt a shiver running down his spine. Then she crushed her lips to his lustfully. Deeply kissing him. No beating around the bush. She wanted him.
Vegeta felt his resolve crumbling. She smelled so good. He kissed her back with just as much passion. For a few seconds, he allowed himself to believe, it would be safe. But in his excitement, he could already feel his power surging through his body, looking for a way out. A spark appeared at his fingertips. He managed to push it back inside his body, but he knew there was no way he could keep this up.
"Stop, woman. Stop.." He whispered.
She clung to him, not really getting the message. "You want to stop?" She whispered in between kisses.
"Yes."
She leaned back, watching him. Her cheeks were blushed, her lips red from kissing. So beautiful. She bit her lip and moved her hips seductively on top of him. "I'm getting mixed signals." She said, referring to something poking her thigh.
He carefully lifted her off him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He ran his hands over his face roughly, as if to snap himself out of the lust filled cloud.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I don't have control of my power yet."
"You were worried about that the first time around...it was fine.."
"This is different. It can't happen."
Bulma leaned in and stroked his shoulders and neck. "It's ok, I trust you." She whispered in his ear.
"You shouldn't. I don't."
"You're serious.."
"Yes."
"Huh...well...ok...that's fine...I guess."
Vegeta sighed deeply before getting up.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Cold shower." He mumbled, before closing the bathroom door.
"Yeah, you and me both..." Bulma said quietly to herself.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Much too excited to sleep after her encounter with Vegeta, Bulma went downstairs and made a beeline for the freezer to find some ice cream. Strawberry cheesecake. She leaned against the kitchen counter. She could not help but feel rejected. He had given her a fair explanation and he had clearly been turned on, but she could not help but wonder if he was losing interest in her. She had changed a lot since he last saw her. Her hair was different. And so...was her body. She had a baby. She was a mom. She hadn't really thought about it before, but maybe her new curves were not all that appealing to Vegeta. Although many people had told her that she didn't look like she just had a baby, no one knew her body like Vegeta. If anyone was going to notice the subtle changes, it would be him.
She felt wide awake. The morning was going to suck. Of course, that would have been the case if she had spent the night in Vegeta's bed, but at least then it would have been worth it.
She had a wildly erotic dream about him. When she woke up, she couldn't help but go to him. Wanting nothing more than to make the dream, reality. It almost had been. Would it really be that dangerous for her to have sex with him? What could possibly happen? Surely Vegeta was exaggerating. She wasn't made of glass. Maybe he was just reluctant to get their physical relationship going again. Knowing she had feelings for him...
Then it occurred to her, it might be the baby thing. Fear of creating another life. He did not know that Bulma had gone to the same doctor that was there for the birth of Trunks. Also Chi-Chi's doctor. He had put her on the same thing Chi-Chi was on. It worked. They wouldn't have to worry about that. Maybe she should let him know...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Vegeta was well rested and too on edge to stay in his room. So, he put the white t-shirt and black sweatpants back on and went downstairs, knowing the woman was there as well. For some reason he felt he should check on her. She was probably not too happy about him kicking her out of bed.
He was relieved to see she put her sweatpants back on. He felt himself reach out to her mentally.
"Are you mad?" He asked
"No..." She said in a cold voice. Eyebrows furrowed. She pretended to be very focused on her ice cream.
Vegeta smirked. "Woman." He waited for her to make eye contact. "It's not you."
She still seemed unsure. He rolled his eyes. "How can you possibly doubt my attraction to you, after everything we have done in bed?"
She looked surprised that he was so insightful. "It's just that, I have changed quite a bit. Couldn't help but wonder if maybe..." She shrugged.
"You honestly think so little of me that I would mind changes following having a child? My child?"
Her eyes turned softer.
"I find you even more...you're very easy on the eyes, woman. What I told you is true. It takes a lot of effort and focus to control this power. I haven't had a chance to grow accustomed to it yet."
"I believe you." She said with a sweet smile.
He could feel her energy was more...serene now. Calmer. At ease. The fact that, that pleased him...was disconcerting. He had now consciously gone out of his way to make her feel better.
"Have you checked on the GR yet?" He said, wanting to change the subject. He sat down on the couch and turned on the tv.
"Yes, it needs a lot of work." She put the ice cream back in the freezer and walked towards the couch. "I'll get started tomorrow. My mom can take Trunks." She sat down in the chair, clearly feeling it would be best to keep her distance. "What happened out there? It's taken quite a bit of damage."
"Meteor storm."
Bulma nodded.
"How did it happen?" She asked next. He knew she was referring to his ascension. "If you don't mind me asking."
"There's not much to tell. It was just there, all of a sudden." He did not want to tell her about the fact that he gave up. That he was at his lowest point, almost welcoming death, when it happened.
"Ok, sounds like a bit of an anti-climax."
He shrugged, flipping through tv channels.
"I have to go back to space as soon as possible." He stated.
"Can't you just...stay here? Train in the GR?'
"No."
"Why not?"
"I need to be able to go all out. In the GR I still have to hold back." He left out that he would need to get away from her, in order to focus.
"I see..."
"How much time do you need to fix it?" He asked.
"At least a week."
"A week!?"
Bulma smiled. "Yes, and trust me, that is fast. No one could give you a better deal."
Vegeta did not doubt that at all. He knew the woman was a genius. She would invent time travel...if she said a week, it was a week. He just knew a week would be so very long to keep away from her. When he met her eyes, he could tell she knew what he was thinking.
"Think you can do it?" She asked.
"Do what?"
"Keep your hands off me for that long?"
He smirked. "Yes. But it will be a challenge."
She smiled. "You know, if somewhere you're worried about...making any more babies, I'm on something that'll work. So, that won't happen again."
He let her words sink in. He had actually not even thought about that yet. Idiot. That's the second time Vegeta hadn't considered there to be consequences to sleeping with the woman.
"Hah, you learned nothing from the first time, did you?" She asked
"I guess not...I honestly hadn't even considered it yet. Then again, I knew we weren't gonna go there..."
"I'm not made out of glass you know."
"You have no idea..." Vegeta said. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Did the woman have no sense of self-preservation?
"Can I...see your transformation? Not to pat myself on the back but...I did help a little with that...I'd love to see it."
That was true, she did help. More than a little. It probably would have taken him much longer without her inventions. If he were to transform here on Earth though, everyone would know he was a Super Saiyan. They would sense his increasing energy. But he kind of liked the idea of freaking everyone out in the middle of the night. They would get to see it in action soon enough. Besides, maybe seeing his power up close would make the woman understand why he would not touch her.
"Alright."
A big smile appeared on her face. Vegeta could sense her delight. "We would have to fly somewhere secluded. It's kind of...intense to get to the point where I transform."
She nodded. He could tell she was excited.
Vegeta reached for the remote and pressed the button to turn the TV off. But in doing so, he broke the remote in half. He held up the half still in his hand to Bulma. "See? That could be your arm."
She rolled her eyes. Not impressed at all. He couldn't help but smirk. She was not one to get scared easily. He suddenly could not wait to show her his true power.
His eyes took her in. He could handle the grey sweatpants but the white tank top left little to the imagination. She wasn't wearing a bra. Bulma grinned.
"Wow, really? I'm not even trying to be sexy right now..."
"That's why it's sexy."
Bulma walked towards the hallway and grabbed a large, black sweater from the wardrobe. "Better?" She asked after putting it on.
"I suppose." He said, lacking conviction.
"Would you rather I fly somewhere myself?" She asked.
He shook his head slightly and walked outside. Bulma grabbed the baby monitor and ran over to her mom's side of the building. Vegeta watched the stars. It was a quiet night. Hardly a breeze. Bulma appeared from the house a moment later and jumped in his arms playfully. Vegeta was almost taken aback by her trust. She had zero doubt that she was safe with him. This was so new to him. It was the exact opposite from what he had seen all his life. Fear. Almost everyone he had crossed paths with, had feared for their life. And with good reason. Yet this woman, trusted him completely. Which was...good. He would never want to see fear in her eyes where he was considered. Or for any other reason, really. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He might frighten her.
"No, no." She said, sensing his hesitation. "Don't start doubting this. I can handle it." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and squeezed tightly. Knowing how fast he could go. A small squeal escaped her lips when he took off fast. But it was one of excitement.
Vegeta was very aware of his hands during their flight. Careful not to put too much pressure on her. It was much easier to keep focused on that when she wasn't half naked straddling him. He could still feel her breath against his ear though. It was fast and shallow. And her heart was beating out of her chest.
"Are you scared?" He asked.
"No, I'm excited. But you're going so fast, it's hard to breathe."
He slowed down a bit, looking for a suitable place to land. They flew for about 30 minutes. No city was near, no people. Just rocky desert. This should be fine. He landed and put Bulma down softly. He looked around, then nodded in the direction of a big rock. "There, you can take shelter behind the rock."
"That's a bit far, isn't it?"
"No, it's not..."
Bulma rolled her eyes but started walking.
Vegeta closed his eyes. He hadn't realized up till now, that he too was excited. Longing to feel the power again. The legendary power that he was destined to possess.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Bulma made her way to the rock. Thankfully it was a clear night. The moon lit the terrain nicely. She could see everything quite clearly. As soon as she reached safety Vegeta started powering up. He screamed, and the ground started moving. Rocks started to float in the air. Erratic winds started to blow. Bulma tried to protect her eyes from the sand. She could barely stand on her feet, being shaken like a ragdoll. She clung to the rock for balance. Vegeta was now floating in the air. Still screaming. Electricity was in the air. Bulma could see the sparks, but she could almost feel it on her skin as well. His hair kept changing color. His muscles seemed to grow before her very eyes. His eyes were blank. Like he wasn't in there anymore. Bulma tumbled to the ground, the winds blowing her away. She came to a stop when she hit another rock. She braced herself, holding her head in her hands making herself as small as possible. Then the winds were gone, and the rocks dropped down, sounding like explosions when they hit the ground. Bulma got to her feet quickly, to take a look. There he was. Still floating in the air, breathing heavily. His hair was blonde, golden almost. Engulfed by an energy that seemed to light up the entire desert. It was like looking straight at the sun. He could be a god. Or an angel. Bulma watched him land softly and taking a deep breath, as if to calm himself. Then the sparks and energy in the air seemed to dissipate. His eyes met hers as if to tell her it was safe to come out. She stumbled on her way to him, the ground now covered in rocks that had been buried before. As she got closer, she could see his eyes were green. She took in the sight of him. He took her breath away. He was beauty and danger mixed together. She wanted to kiss him and run from him all at the same time. A smirk formed at his lips. Bulma stepped closer. Now only a few feet between them.
"That was amazing...you're amazing." Her hand reached out to touch his face.
"Don't." He said. "Seriously woman, that was supposed to scare you off, not draw you in."
Bulma smiled. "Sorry."
Vegeta closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. His hair turned black again and his obsidian eyes found hers. Bulma launched herself at him, kissing him deeply. She could feel he was holding back. He kissed her back ever so slightly but his hands did not go to her waist. She suddenly felt bad for teasing him. She ended the kiss and stepped back.
"Sorry, I..." She sighed. "I get it now. You're right. It's not safe for us to...I won't try and convince you otherwise."
He nodded. "Good, that's going to make this week a bit easier, at least."
She smiled. She felt a sense of...honor?...that a man like Vegeta was so attracted to her. He was a prince, handsome, intelligent, powerful, proud. Had she said handsome? And he wanted her. He could have anyone. He traveled to so many places. Surely, he had come across some beautiful creatures. Yet he had told her himself, he hadn't really been interested in all of that. And he said that he never experienced anything like their sexual encounters before. That still seemed so unlikely. As far as she was concerned, he oozed sex appeal. Actually, out of the two of them, Bulma was the one who could not keep her hands off of him. Not the other way around. Good thing she wasn't the one with the Super Saiyan powers. She would not have been able to stay away from him. At least Vegeta had some sense of restraint.
Vegeta was looking at her intently. Like he wanted to read her mind. That reminded her, he had been so insightful. Like he actually could read her mind. It was a little weird.
"Your powerlevel is next to nothing, you're tired." He said.
She was. All the adrenaline had passed through her system and now she felt the inevitable slap in the face. Her mind was suddenly drowsy. She checked the time. "Trunks will be up in less than four hours."
He scooped her up and took off for CC. The warmth of Vegeta's energy combined with the sound of the wind around them made Bulma sleepy instantly. She rested her head in his neck, and fell asleep. She woke up a little when Vegeta put her in bed. She opened her eyes just enough to know he was standing next to the bed. She reached for his hand. Her fingertips gently stroked his. She managed the smallest smile before sleep took over once more.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The woman did have one major flaw. She had to sleep. He had checked on her after four hours of sleep, but she was like a bear in hibernation. Thankfully the woman's mother had taken Trunks with her to her side of the residence. There was no way he was going to look after the kid.
He didn't know what to do. Honestly, there were only three things he wanted to do. Eat, train or have sex with the woman. He already raided the fridge, so that left him with the two things he could not do. This was only the first day of at least 7 that he had to wait for his spaceship and GR to be fixed. This was going to be one long week.
He made his way outside and onto the roof of the house. He could tell it was going to be a very hot day. He lay down, hands under his head. He enjoyed the feel of the sunshine on his skin. His mind wandered back to a few hours ago, when he transformed in front of the woman. She had been impressed, but in a good way. He had seen no fear in her eyes, just respect and admiration. She was fearless. Bold. He knew she was tough when he learned she flew her friends to Namek. She was adventurous. Bulma could stick to a desk, let other people do the heavy lifting. But she wasn't like that. She didn't mind getting her hands dirty.
The warmth of the sun made Vegeta drowsy. He didn't think he was tired, but after a while he felt himself drifting off.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
He woke when he sensed someone near. Someone with a higher powerlevel than the average human. When he was fully awake, he recognized it as the weakling. He sat up and saw a car pull up in the distance, driving onto the property.
He could guess why he was here. He had obviously sensed his transformation last night and felt that he should check on the woman. Dumbass. As if he would hurt the mother of his child. Although in all fairness, it probably wasn't all that unreasonable for the weakling to assume the worst of him.
Vegeta loathed him. He barely knew him, yet he had no respect for him whatsoever. This was mostly based on that time when Frieza came to Earth. Vegeta had a plan to save Bulma. He appointed Yamcha to be the one to get the woman out of there while he and Piccolo attacked Frieza and the others King Cold. He had given him the easy job, because he was the most scared. Yet he hadn't even been able to do that. He froze. Leaving it up to Vegeta to take Bulma. And she was supposed to be his woman at the time. Or maybe they had just broken up. Either way, he should have done everything to save her. But he didn't. No, he decided now was the time to be the hero, when she wasn't in any danger whatsoever.
Vegeta couldn't deny, much of his resentment towards him came from the fact that he, at one point in his life, was intimate with Bulma. Vegeta knew it was juvenile to be bothered by that. But he could not help it.
When he saw Yamcha get out the car and walk towards the door he decided to stop him. He didn't want him to wake Bulma up.
He jumped off the roof and landed on the lawn in front of Yamcha. By the look on his face, it was clear he had not sensed Vegeta. Fear was in his eyes. Good. It had been a while since Vegeta had seen that.
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked.
"I just...wanted to make sure Bulma's ok..."
"And if she's not?..."
"Dammit Vegeta, if you touched her!..."
Vegeta smirked. "Oh I touched her alright..."
"BULMA!?"
"Hey!" Vegeta grabbed Yamcha's throat. "Shut up. She's sleeping." He pushed him away, causing Yamcha to fall to the ground. Vegeta sensed Bulma was up.
Yamcha glared at Vegeta. "You're not good enough for her."
"And you think you are?"
"Not really. But at least I...I love her. I can give her everything she needs. I can take care of her."
"The woman does not need you...or me for that matter. She wants me. That's different. She can take care of herself."
Yamcha got to his feet and dusted himself off. "You'll just end up hurting her."
"Maybe, but she can handle it."
"I hate you." Yamcha said cold.
"I know." Vegeta said slightly amused. He then turned his head towards the door. Knowing in a few seconds Bulma would emerge from it.
Yamcha followed his line of sight.
Sure enough Bulma appeared, wearing khaki work pants and a black tank top. Her face lit up when she saw Vegeta. She could smile so brightly at him. It still caught him off guard. He suppressed a smile of his own. But a slight smirk did form on his lips. She sauntered over to him, intending on kissing him but stopped when she saw Yamcha.
"Hey, what are you..."
Vegeta then pulledher towards him and kissed her. He felt her smile against his lips for a second before leaning into the kiss hungrily. He only fueled his desire for her this way of course, but it was worth it to see the look on the weakling's face.
"Well...isn't that...nice." Yamcha said.
Bulma peeled herself off Vegeta rolling her eyes at his immature behavior.
"Yamcha, what are you doing here?"
"I was...I just wanted to make sure you were ok."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Yamcha's eyes glanced at Vegeta and then back to Bulma.
"You can't be serious." She sighed deeply.
"He sensed my power last night. Thought maybe I killed you." Vegeta said.
"Well, here I am, I'm fine. Are you satisfied?" She said in Yamcha's direction.
He nodded slightly, looking down. He was clearly embarrassed. Vegeta watched Bulma's face. She felt bad for him. She walked towards Yamcha and gave him a hug. "I'm ok." She whispered to him. Yamcha glanced Vegeta's way when Bulma held him. A slight gleam in his eyes. Vegeta clenched his fists. He wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him for giving him that look. But in doing so, he would hurt Bulma. And that would make the weakling's point.
"I have a lot of work to do this week. I'll call you next week, ok?" Bulma said.
Yamcha managed a small smile and nodded before making his way back to the car.
Bulma waved him goodbye and turned towards Vegeta. "So, I guess I better get started on that spaceship." Vegeta nodded. Bulma got closer to kiss him once more but Vegeta leaned back. "You stink of that weakling again." He said.
"Oh right! She stepped back. "I guess he still wants me, huh."
"Yes."
"Does that bother you?"
"No."
Bulma smiled. "Liar." She started making her way towards the GR. "You know, maybe I should ask him to come back tomorrow. Get some of that stink on me. Make it easier for you to keep your hands off me."