Bulma checked her reflection in the full length mirror. A black cocktail dress with straps hugged her figure perfectly. She wasn't sure if she should wear her hair up or down.
Trunks was walking around her bedroom, making a mess. She still couldn't believe he was walking. He was growing so fast. Of course, he was reaching these milestonesa little earlier than the average kid.
She sat down on the bed to put her heels on. "What do you think sweetie? Hair up or down?"
Trunks just smiled and threw a hairbrush across the room.
"Ok, I get it, you don't care." She decided to wear it up, a low messy bun with loose strands in her face.
Tonight was the annual CC office party. It was her first night out in a very long time. She had rented the same pub her father loved and came often. It was big, yet cosy and it was a place everyone knew already because of her dad. So it had all the right ingredients for everyone to feel right at home and enjoy themselves. CC had a massive staff and each one of them was a hard worker. She wanted her employees to have fun and let loose. They deserved it.
James offered to pick her up. She actually was quite happy that she would not have to walk into that bar by herself. She was 'the boss' now. She would have to make a short speech and all that. She was a little nervous about having all eyes on her. At one point in time, she would have loved that, but she was a different person now. And she honestly didn't want the attention anymore. But it came with the job, so she would do it.
"C'mon kiddo, grandma will be here any moment now."
She took Trunks downstairs and was greeted by her mother walking in the door.
"Oh Bulma darling! You look gorgeous!"
"Yeah? Not too much?"
"No honey, you look perfect. So, is uuuh...James going to be there?"
"Of course. He's picking me up actually."
"That's nice..."
"You can stop that tone mom. James is not interested in me that way. He has a girlfriend."
"Oh don't be so naive. He's picking you up isn't he? And it seems to me you have been spending quite a bit of time with him."
"He's my assistant."
"Honey, I promise you, with that dress you're wearing, he will forget all about that girlfriend of his soon enough."
"Great, now I have to change."
"Oh I'm just teasing you. I just want you to have some fun. You have been a little blue ever since...Vegeta left..."
"That's not true." Bulma said.
"You can fool everyone else Bulma, but not your mother. I know when my daughter's sad."
Bulma sighed.
"I just don't want you to miss out on something great because you're still hung up on someone else."
"Mom, really, James and I are just colleagues. And even if he did like me that way, I am not ready for anything serious."
"Who said anything about serious! Girls have needs too."
"Mom!"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop." She took Trunks. "C'mon handsome boy. Grandma's soap is on."
Bulma rolled her eyes at her mother. She seemed to be a little ditsy at times but she was actually very intuitive. She could always see right through her. She waved Trunks goodbye and watched them disappear to the other side of the residence.
Bulma got her purse ready and put on some lipstick. Her mother did have a point. It had been so long since she...had some 'fun'. How long had it been? It almost happened that one time with Vegeta, when he came back to get the spaceship fixed. But he was not used to his new powers yet, so he put a stop to it. That was months ago. And he had been gone for the entire pregnancy. So safe to say, it had been a loooong time. Of course, after Vegeta, she didn't think she would ever be fully satisfied ever again. But maybe she could learn to love someone again. Not yet though.
There was a knock at the door. James greeted her with a big, genuine smile.
"Hey!"
"Hi James, don't you look handsome."
"Uuh...yeah thanks. No one's gonna be looking at me tonight though. You are...beautiful."
"Oh, thanks. Do you think I should change though? Maybe it's a bit too much...I am the boss now...Maybe if I add a blazer or something..."
"Don't be silly. No one is going to take you less seriously because you're attractive." He blushed. "If you don't mind me saying."
Bulma smiled.
"Besides, you're the boss! You can do whatever you want."
"You're right! Let's go!"
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It had been a wonderful night. Bulma had been very nervous at the start, but James had stayed with her at first. After she had made the speech though and she had a couple of drinks, she felt great. There wasdancing and laughing and plenty of drinking. She caught James staring at her every now and then. Maybe her mom had been right. Maybe he did fancy her. She couldn't deny that it felt nice to be noticed in that way. To be looked at like that. But it shouldn't be anything more than that.
Bulma was speaking to a colleague when she felt a hand on the small of her back. It was James. "Ready to go?" He said. Bulma looked around. Most people had already found their way home. A few hardcore party people remained. She checked the time. 3:30.
"Yes. It's late. I'm just gonna say bye real quick."
Bulma thanked the few colleagues that were still sitting at the bar and then took James his arm. Shewas more than a little tipsy. James didn't drink so he could drive Bulma home safely.
"So, did you have fun?" He asked her during the drive.
"Yes." She smiled. Her hand out the window, playing in the wind. "It was a good party, right?"
"You kidding? Everyone had a great time. You nailed the speech. It was great."
"Can't remember the last time I had this much fun." Bulma said.
"Really?You never go out?"
"No. Losing my dad, having Trunks...it's been a while since I took time for something like this. And to feel like I could be someone who's fun to be around...you know."
"I think you're fun to be around." James said.
"Thanks. So are you." They locked eyes.
The alcohol was playing tricks on her. Making her flirty. But that was wrong. She didn't mean it. She shouldn't lead him on. It wasn't James that she wanted. But the person she wanted, didn't want her.
When they arrived at CC James walked her to her door. "Are you gonna be ok?" He asked. "You've had a bit too much to drink boss."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for getting me home. And...you know...having my back at the party."
"You didn't need my help."
"I did. But maybe next time I won't. Tonight helped me boost my confidence a bit."
"Good, I'm glad." He looked deep in her eyes. Then his gaze went down to her lips.
Bulma swallowed. "Are you thinking about kissing me?"
He smirked and blushed at the same time. "Uhm, yeah kind of. I'm sorry, I know it's inappropriate. You're just...something else...Bulma Briefs."
"You have a girlfriend."
"No, not anymore. We broke up that night on her birthday."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I'm not."
Bulma sighed and smiled. "You are so sweet and, honestly if things were different..."
"You're still in love with Trunks's father, aren't you?"
"I don't want to be. But yes."
He shrugged. "Maybe if you..."
Bulma stepped closer to him, her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in, and kissed him. Her lips touching his ever so gently. He was unsure for a moment. Understanding that she was vulnerable and drunk. She pushed her lips harder against his, wanting him to kiss her back. He did. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. Bulma was eager. Eager to feel...something...anything that might tell her she could feel passion or butterflies for another man. Her fingers played with his hair. Grabbing at it, almost wanting to force herself to feel something. But she didn't. All she could see was Vegeta. She stepped away from James, who looked drunk with desire. Bulma's look sobered him up pretty quickly though.
"Nothing?" He asked.
"No, sorry."
James ran a hand through his hair. "Wow...ok..."
"I shouldn't have, I was...I wanted to see if I could feel something..."
"It's ok. I get it. You're not ready to move on yet."
"I guess not. Sorry, please don't be mad at me."
"No hey, it's ok." He hugged her. "You're in love, that sucks."
Bulma's eyes were filled with tears. "It does suck!"
"You'll be alright. You know...time heals all wounds...and all that crap...it's true."
Bulma wiped her tears away. "Thanks."
"Take care boss, I'll see you Monday..."
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"You know, I don't think I've ever had such a fierce creature in here before." He walks besides the cage, holding a glass of wine. "I liked it at first, but it is starting to annoy me. You must learn your place darling. Show me some respect."
"Fuck you!" She says.
"Oh, you will. It seems you just need a little something to...get you in a more compliant mood."
She stares daggers at him. But her eyes are filled with terror.
"Of course, I would prefer to not lower myself to those kind of standards. You could just give yourself to me willingly, make it more fun for the both of us."
"Never."
"Too bad." He snaps his fingers, and two of his men come walking in. One holds a needle. They open the cage. The woman screams. She fights them with all she has. But she is pinned to the ground, and the needle is pushed into her vein. Soon the woman feels the impact of the drugs. Her eyes start rolling in her head. She lies on the floor. She whispers something. "Vegeta."
His eyes shot open. Shit. He sat up, feeling sick again. Sleeping was now the worst torture. He had made progress when he was awake. He found a way to...silence her. To push her to the back of his mind, where she wasn't present. He would be able to focus on his training completely. The peace and quiet in his mind made him feel more like himself. And he finally had some rest. The noise that was her, silenced. While sleeping though, he could not control his mind. And he would have the most horrific nightmares. Always involving her. And something terrible that she had to go through. It was disturbing how realistic the dreams were. Vegeta felt that every single one of them could and maybe did really happen to her. Often dreams were obviously dreams. You might not realize it whilst sleeping, but after waking up, they would seem strange and unrealistic. But every nightmare involving the woman, would be painfully real. So, the nasty, sickening feeling from the dreams would stay with him for a long time. It made him avoid sleep at all cost. He would keep going with his training till he could no longer stay awake.
It made it so tempting to find her, in his mind again. To check on her. Was she ok? But he was afraid to do that. He wasn't sure why. Because it would be hard to get rid of her again, or because maybe...she was gone already. And he would never be able to sense her again. That thought saddened him. But it shouldn't.
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Thankfully James had been a gentleman. Not telling anyone about Bulma kissing him. The first workday after the party, he had gone to her. Telling her not to worry about it. He didn't want things to be awkward with them. They would continue to work together like nothing had happened. She had been so relieved. Andalmost sad, that she wasn't romantically interested in James. He was such a good guy. And he wanted her. She would be lucky to have him. And yet, there was nothing at all.
2 months. In 2 months, it would be may 12 and the androids would arrive. It was getting more and more difficult to pretend everything was fine and normal. She had taken precautions, having a place underground to stay with Trunks and her mother and many more. It was an old CC lab, used for storage. She had kept it to herself. No one knew about it. She had taken robots to help with the heavy lifting. There were beds, food, toilets and showers etc. Anything they might need to survive for a while. She could only hope they would never have to use it.
She watched Trunks stuffing his face with spaghetti. Almost a year old. It was weird how giving birth to him felt both like a lifetime ago and like it happened yesterday. One thing was for sure. Her life before Namek, Vegeta and Trunks was almost hard to remember. It felt more like a movie she had seen a long time ago. At least one good thing came out of it all. Her little boy. He offered a fist of spaghetti to his mom, who didn't seem to be interested in her own plate.
"No thanks honey, mommy's not very hungry."
Bulma had tried hard to take good care of herself. More for Trunks really. And she had succeeded. No more panic attacks. She had found a good balance between work and free time. She would involve Trunks in her work outs. Which was great to wear him out as well. He was such a fireball. She would go running to the park with Trunks in the stroller. Go swimming with him. Work out in the company gym, putting Trunks on the tread mill. This got them a few stares though. But she could understand how that might be surprising to see. He was still so young. Mostly people were just completely charmed by him. And they should be. He was adorable. Still, quite a handful though. But keeping him busy helped with the temper tantrums. If he got bored, he got mad.
So, Bulma was actually in pretty good shape. Eating healthy thanks to her mom mostly, getting plenty of sleep. It helped to have a good schedule and to stick with it. Trunks was also doing much better knowing what to expect in a day.
It was quite a difference to her adventurous life. But she was fine with it. It was nice to slow down actually, after everything that she had gone through.
This was a life she could get used to, she thought. She was still very much in love with a certain Saiyan but she had also seen that life was worth living without him. Of course, it always would be as long as she had Trunks. And men...well she really didn't need that in her life right now. Maybe someday. She just really wanted to get all this android stuff out of the way for now.
She could not help but wonder, if Vegeta would show his face here at CC again. He shouldn't. For her sake. She was rethinking the battle suit she made for him. He would've ruined it by now, maybe he would come back for more. He might want to wear it in the battle against the androids. Bulma didn't trust herself to see him again, without showing emotion. Anger, sadness, whatever. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she still cared. Besides, she felt like she was finally in a good place. Sort of. Seeing him again would only set her back. She decided to make him another suit, and place it in his old room. Should he come back, hopefully he would go there first. That way she might be able to avoid seeing him. But she could not deny the knot that formed in her stomach, at the thought of never seeing those obsidian eyes again.
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What the hell was wrong with him? He should be relieved, to not have her occupy his mind. And he was, at first. The quiet was nice. Pleasant. Calming. But after a while, the silence became deafening. All he could think about was her. It should have the opposite effect.
He sat down on a high ledge, his legs dangling over the side. Another meteor, much like the last one, had been his home for the past months.
Why could he never find some peace of mind? He always had to struggle with something. His entire life had been one big struggle to survive, always having to overthink every single step he made. He was so tired. A kind of tired that would not get better with a good night's sleep.
Truth be told, he was having second thoughts about his decision to not return to the woman and their son. Being with her, was the only time in his life where he had known some peace. She had been the only person to make him feel...good. Lighter. And he had stepped away from her. Fool.
He tried to remind himself that he had done it for her. For them. He had been sure he would hurt them, eventually growing bored with a domesticated life, feeling trapped. He was sure he would leave at some point. But now, he doubted that. Ever since he managed to push her presence from his brain, he had been worried about them. Feeling a very primal urge to protect them. Not knowing how she was doing, feeling, was disturbing his entire being. He wasn't sure what to make of all this. Maybe it was purely the fact that she was his mate. And as a Saiyan, maybe he had no way of stopping that. But he had managed to sever the mental link with her. Yet, he still wanted her. So maybe it was more than just his Saiyan DNA that forced him to want her. Maybe it was just...him, that...loved her. He might never know for sure. Perhaps it was both. Either way, he messed up.
Fighting the androids, was no longer about testing his strength alone. It was about them. Ensuring they would be safe. For the first time in his life, he would be fighting for someone other than himself.
Knowing he might die in the fight against the androids, he felt a strong need to make things right.
The future version of him, had most likely gone through the same struggles he was. He would have been a Super Saiyan, he had sired a child. He no doubt would have had feelings for the mother of this child. Yet he died in that battle. He felt things were probably not all that different this time around. So, chances were, he would die in this time line as well.
He would always be considered arrogant and cocky, and he was. But he was no idiot. He knew damn well when he stood a chance and when he didn't. When he fought Frieza on Namek, he knew he would die. Yet he had seemed to be confident he would win. Because his Saiyan pride would tell him to go all the way. Never give up. Never let someone see you're unsure.
He was so much stronger now. His brand new powers now fit him like a glove. He was in complete control. Instead of fantasizing about killing the androids or Kakarot with them, he fantasized about her. And all the things he wanted to do with her, now that it would be safe. Sort of. He would still have to be careful.
He decided he should see if he could find the mental link he had with Bulma. Yes, he had worked hard to get rid of it. Almost as hard as he had worked to become a Super Saiyan. But he had to know if it was still there. He thought about the possibilities. He would be relieved to have it back. To feel her again. He...missed her and needed to know if everything was ok. And if it weren't? It wouldn't matter. He would still want to go to her as soon as possible.
Of course, she might not want him anymore. He couldn't blame her if she had moved on. But the thought of her with someone else made him sick. Another man putting his hands on her...kissing her...
He closed his eyes and tried to unlock the part of his brain where he had pushed her into. His senses reached out to her. Bulma. Where are you?
It didn't take long for something to happen. A warm feeling spread across his chest. She was back. She was ok, calm, content. He let her energy come over him. It was nice. He was shocked to feel a tear run down his cheek. "What the fuck..." He wiped it away harshly, disgusted with himself.
He breathed in deeply. It was time to return to Earth. To her.
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The stress was too much. She had taken a few days off work because it was getting rather difficult to act normal. Besides, she wanted to spend all her time with Trunks. He had just turned one. The thought of them living in fear from now on, was too much to bear. He was such a happy little boy. She would give anything to ensure he could grow up in peace.
Only 2 days left. It had been three years since her son came from the future to warn them. It still seemed to her that the future might repeat itself. Yes, they knew to prepare. And they did. But was everyone really all that much stronger than they would have been otherwise? Also, Goku was supposed to get sick. That hadn't happened yet. Did that mean he wouldn't get sick at all? Or he would get sick later on? It felt like anything could happen. She hoped to have been more confident that they would be victorious. She had been at the start of it all, now, not so much. Besides, still no trace of Vegeta. Maybe he changed his mind to fight the androids? She had been tempted to check on the ships whereabouts but she was trying to be aloof where he was concerned. It wasn't really working though. She still thought of him all the time. How could she not...her son had the exact same scowl on his face so often.
"Ok Trunks! Go find mommy!" She yelled from under the bed. They were playing hide and seek. Bulma had actually discovered that Trunks could sense her. Always walking straight to where she was hiding. He still loved playing the game though. She heard him climb up the stairs and saw his little feet walking into her bedroom. He dropped down on the floor next to the bed and smiled brightly. "Mommyyyyy." He said giggling. Bulma got out from under the bed and threw Trunks on top of it playfully. "You found me!" She tickled his belly and blew kisses on his cheek. Trunks grabbed Bulma's arm, pinching her skin. "Ohw Trunks, be careful." He gently stroked her arm, understanding what the problem was. It had happened many times. He stood up and gave Bulma a small kiss on the now red skin. "Thank you sweetie, that's all better." Trunks clapped.
"Alright buddy, let's go have some dinner at grandma's place, ok?"
"Yum yum?"
"Haha, yeah, grandma's cooking is always yummy isn't it? Then bath, and sleep."
"No." Trunks said.
"Yes."
"No."
"We're not doing this again." Bulma laughed, picking up Trunks and meeting her mother for dinner.
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He felt almost...nervous. Not knowing what she was going to do. He wanted to touch her more than anything. To feel her skin, her lips, her body again. But there was a possibility that she wouldn't want him to touch her. But the bond they had was still there. More than ever, he could tune into her with ease. If she didn't care about him anymore, would that link really still be there?
He had sensed her unease for a while now. No doubt because the androids would be arriving soon. He should have come back earlier. A measly 40 hours would not be enough to satiate his hunger for her.
He had landed the ship somewhere remote, and by the time he arrived at CC it was nighttime. She was still up. He went to his old room first. He noticed a new battle suit on the bed. Perfect. He could wear it against the androids. Had she anticipated he would come back here? He freshened up and put on black sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then he made his way to her balcony door. She was in the bathroom. He quietly let himself in. Bulma came walking out of the bathroom towards her dresser. She turned on a small nightlight that was on top of it. She was wearing black boxers and a white large t-shirt. One of his. She was getting ready for bed. Still as oblivious as ever, she hadn't noticed him yet. She took off her watch and put it on the dresser. Then she took something from her hair and ran her hands through it. It fell down her shoulders. Her hair was longer, he noticed. He hoped to be running his fingers through itsoon. She yawned and stretched her muscles. His eyes ran over the soft skin of her legs. When she turned to go to her bed, she saw him. She didn't appear to be startled but Vegeta could hear her heart skip a beat. He felt himself move towards her till they were almost touching. She looked like she could not believe her eyes. Vegeta put his hands on her hips and leaned into her, running his nose along her neck, taking in her scent. He was home.
"Is this another dream?" She whispered.
"I don't think so." He purred in her ear.
Bulma put her hands on his shoulders and neck. "You're really here."
"Yes." He kissed the skin beneath her ear.
"Don't do this to me, please." She whispered breathlessly.
"I changed my mind." He played with the hem of her shirt, wanting to take it off so badly.
She put her hands on his chest, and pushed to create some space between them. "What?"
Vegeta had to snap himself out of his desire for her. Her eyes sparkled. He wanted to drown in them. "I changed...my mind. After the battle...if I survive...I want to come back, to you and Trunks." He ran his hand over her cheek softly. "If you'll have me."
She processed his words for a moment. Never breaking eye contact. Then she kissed him feverishly. Vegeta felt like he might get lost in her. Her hands were in his hair. His were exploring the silky skin of her back underneath the t-shirt. He played with the hem of her shirt again, wanting to take it off. Then she leaned back again. Her lips red from kissing, her breathing erratic. "I don't understand..." She said.
"For the love of god, woman, we can talk later. Now can I please take this thing off before I lose my mind?"
"Yes." She whispered with a smirk on her face. Vegeta lifted the t-shirt over her head and then pulled off his own, wanting to feel her skin against his. They kissed passionately while their hands explored each other wildly.
He lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He laid her down on the bed and took off the remainder of his clothes before crawling on top of her. She was everything and more. It was insane that he thought he could give her up. He would never get bored with her. Never. He would want her this way, every day for the rest of his life.
She moaned into his mouth when his hand found the hem of her boxers. He could feel her nails digging into his back when his fingers found her. She arched her back and moved to his touch. Vegeta was blinded with lust. Soon she was completely naked and they moved together like they had so many times. But something had changed. It was the first time, where Vegeta had actually decided to commit to her. He had always held just a little bit of himself back. But now, he could lose himself in her completely. No holding back.
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It was the middle of the night. They had spent hours having intense, mind blowing sex. They both needed a break to replenish their energy. Bulma had taken leftover take out from the fridge. Vegeta sat on the kitchen counter in his black sweatpants. Bulma was wearing his black t-shirt. He was famished. He dug into the food containers and ate everything in sight. Bulma helped herself to some noodles. She leaned casually against the kitchen cabinets. He felt her eyes on her. His gaze met hers. They smirked at each other.
"Eat woman, I'm not done with you yet so you're going to need that energy." She took a big bite in response.
He saw a nasty bruise on her arm. He hadn't noticed it before. "Did I do that?" He asked.
"Trunks." Bulma answered with her mouth full. "I don't think you even left a mark, actually. I guess you really have taken control of your power."
He nodded.
"So, are you going to tell me why you changed your mind?" She asked.
"Wasn't planning on it."
She smiled, put away her food, and walked towards him. Placing herself between his legs. "Tell me." She squeezed his legs.
Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes, setting his food aside. "The sex is just too good." He smirked.
"Try again."
He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I just...missed you. Got tired of fighting it."
She gave him a sweet smile and stood on her toes, leaning in to kiss him. But he leaned back. He squeezed his eyes and had an amused look on his face. He could sense something in her.
"You're feeling guilty." He said.
"Huh?" She blushed.
"Spill it woman, you did something that you feel bad about."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar." He said. He hopped off the counter and pinned her betweenhim and the kitchen cabinets. His lips against her ear. "Tell me." He said, using her words.
"I ...kissed someone else."
Vegeta's eyes met hers. "Please don't tell me it was that pathetic ex of yours."
"It was James."
"That guy you work with?"
"Yes."
His face was serious. He stepped back from her. He wasn't actually mad, but still, the thought of her kissing someone else...
"It was just one kiss. I was drunk and...well frankly, I missed you but...I didn't want to miss you anymore. I wanted to see...if I could feel something..."
"Did you?"
"No."
She closed the space between them, her hands on his bare chest. "Don't be mad. It meant nothing."
"Why him?"
"Not sure...he was...just there. And he was nice. After the kiss I told him that I was still hung up on you and felt nothing for him. He understood and we haven't talked about it since. We're just colleagues like we were before."
Vegeta nodded. "You didn't do anything wrong. You thought I wasn't coming back."
"I know."
"Then why the guilt?"
"Not sure. I didn't realize I was feeling guilty. Not before you pointed it out. Now that we're on the subject, what the hell is up with that!?"
Vegeta smirked. "I'm just very perceptive."
"This is more than that."
"Enough talking. I want you again."
He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed her against his lips. A passionate, dirty kiss. "You will never kiss another man." He whispered in her ear.
"Hmm."
"Say it."
"I will never kiss another man." She said breathlessly.
He picked her up and sat down on the couch with Bulma in his lap, grinding her hips seductively. Their noses touched, she stared straight into his soul. "Vegeta, I swear, if you walk out on us again, I will kill you."
"I don't doubt that, woman."
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Vegeta woke up with a jolt, beads of sweat on his forehead. Another nightmare involving Bulma and Frieza. Bulma stirred, her head resting on his chest, their naked bodies entangled. "What's wrong?" She whispered, not opening her eyes.
"Nothing, go back to sleep." He said. His fingers traced the skin of her back. Having her here, in his arms, helped to fight the sick feeling that remained after the dream. Confirmation that she was alright, safe. He didn't have that in space, leaving him sick and disturbed for long periods of time. Something had been nagging at his mind. Could the dreams be real? Or were they just his own interpretation of what might have happened? It seemed the woman still did not remember most of it. Sometimes it was like...he remembered it for her. So she wouldn't have to. He stroked her hair softly. He would take that burden from her any day. There was no way to confirm it though. Without maybe asking her about it. But he did not want her to know, as it would only cause her to feel some sort of guilt. Even thoughit wasn't her fault he was having the dreams. And she might ask about them. But everything that he had seen happen to her, was not anything that he wanted her to know about.
He thought back. He had dreamt that she was hit in the back of her head. She fell unconscious to the ground, her blue hair dark from the blood. A red circle formed around her head on the white floor. Frieza's men had panicked, fearing she might die. They put her in a regeneration tank. Maybe...she would have a scar. His fingers tangled in her hair, looking for anything that might confirm that it really happened. He found it. A dent in her scalp, clear as day.
"Frieza." She murmered. "I don't remember what happened, but I returned from Namek with that scar. I think it nearly killed me, because...I think I woke up in the regeneration tank. I remember the smell of the healing fluids."
"Has anything else come back?"
"No. Fewer dreams too."
"Good." He said.
She propped herself up on her elbow. Her other hand on his cheek. She ran her thumb over his eyebrow. "Are you ok? You seem...sad. Did you have a bad dream just now?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry." She placed small kisses on his chest. "How can I help?"
"Make me forget."
She crawled on top of him. Her soft lips found his. He felt her nipples harden against his skin. Then she sat up, straddling him. Her hand behind her, reached for him. She felt her guiding him to where he needed to be. A moan escaped her as she moved on top of him. The moonlight coming in through the window, highlighted her skin beautifully. For the first time in his life, Vegeta felt...thankful. Thankful, for her. He watched her move on top of him, her hands on his chest for support, her breasts pushed together between her arms. She bit her lip in pleasure. Her eyes were closed. Her hair covering part of her face. She was the most alluring, sensual creature he had ever laid eyes on. And he couldn't help but wonder why in the hell she was with him. But she was.
She stopped moving and opened her eyes. Breathing heavily. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I was just...enjoying the view." He smirked. "Don't stop."
Bulma blushed and smiled. She started moving her hips again, closing her eyes once more, focused on the sensations she was feeling. She arched her back and let her own hands roam her body, her breasts. It was driving him crazy. Her movements started to become more frantic as she neared her climax. She needed her hands back on his chest for support. Vegeta's hands found her hips and stopped her from moving. She opened her eyes, giving him an annoyed and playful look. She leaned over to kiss him. Her breasts pushed into his chest. She tried to move her hips in vain. She moaned at the loss of pleasure. "Vegeta." She breathed. Then he started to move his hips. They were face to face, breathing on each other. Vegeta increased the pace till they both fell to pieces in each other's arms.
She lay on top of him, catching her breath. Her face in his neck.
"Why do you always know how I'm feeling?" She whispered.
Vegeta smirked. She knew when she could get information out of him. He traced the lines of her spine.
"I can sense your emotions."
"Just mine?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Saiyans have a mental link with their mates."
"Oh, but...did you have a choice?"
"Not really, it was just there at some point. It...was part of the reason I left. You were so...dominant in my mind. I felt like, you were too present, all the time."
"But you came back. So, what changed?"
"I managed to tune you out. Which was good. But...you were still on my mind."
He felt her smile against his skin.
"Feels like such a violation of my privacy. You being able to read me like that." She said.
"I don't know what you're thinking. Just what you're feeling."
"So every time you were there, when I needed help..."
"Yes, I sensed your panic and fear."
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking him the eye. "I'm sorry, I don't want to invade your mind like that."
"It's not your fault. I could have stayed away from you. I didn't. Looking back, it's really not all that strange I made this connection with you. We spent so many hours...doing this. You carried my child..."
"But, you can tune me out now?"
"Yes. When I need to."
"That's good. You'll have to do that when you fight the androids. I'll be very stressed."
"I will."
Bulma sighed. "I'm going to bring my mom the baby monitor. Trunks will be up in 3 hours or so. I want to sleep in with you." She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, threw on a robe and ran out the room.
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He had underestimated what all this would do to him. He felt even more strongly for her than he thought. It annoyed him a little. How much could one really care for another?
He watched Bulma running away from Trunks playfully. They were outside. Vegeta leaned casually against the house. He had been shocked to see how big his son had gotten. And how much stronger he was. Bulma was wearing a green, short dress. Her hair up in a ponytail. He could tell by the way she moved that she had sore muscles. Vegeta lost count of how many times they had sex throughout the night. She had kept coming back for more. It was almost like she felt that their time together was limited. And it might be...
In the night, with her against his skin, it was so easy to be convinced that he had made the right choice by coming back. And promising her to stay. But in the broad daylight, watching them...he wasn't so sure anymore. He still felt so out of place. He doubted he could ever get used to such an...innocent life. He would always be...dark. Like they would be living in the sunshine, and he would always be in the shadows. But maybe that was ok...
Maybe what helped him to come to his decision was the fact that...he might die. Then he wouldn't have keep his word. Did he have this strange...premonition that he was not going to come back at all? No, it wasn't that. He had gotten as strong as he possibly could, he was realistic enough to know it might end badly, but he did not really believe that it would. He did expect to return. It was more that, he had this feeling, one way or another, he would mess up the best thing that ever happened to him. Yet, not even trying to make it work, would haunt him forever. Either way, he was fucked.
He noticed Bulma was watching him. He sensed her worry. Probably wondering what he was thinking. She might not be able to sense his emotions, but she could read him very well.
In an unguarded moment Trunks flew at his mom, who fell the ground forcefully and hurt herself.
Vegeta was beside her, helping her up. He grabbed his son by the arm. "No kid." He said. Trunks furrowed his eyebrows and glared daggers at Vegeta.
"He didn't do it on purpose Vegeta." Bulma said.
"Doesn't matter. He needs to learn."
"He's so young, I don't think he can understand yet."
Trunks was trying to break free from Vegeta's grasp. He was quickly getting more and more upset. He wasn't used to be being put in his place like this. He pulled as hard as he could. "NO!." He yelled at Vegeta, who just smirked at him.
"Not used to being the weaker one, huh kid?"
Trunks swung his little fist at Vegeta's face. He let it happen. Trunks seemed shocked to see he had not hurt his father in the least.
"You can hit me, but not your mother." He pointed at Bulma. He could see wheels turning behind Trunks's eyes.
"Mommy ouch." He said.
"Yes."
The boy nodded. Vegeta let him go.
Bulma her eyes grew wide with surprise. "I can't believe you got through to him that fast."
He shrugged, feeling a little smug. She slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Let's get something to eat, daddy."
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Later that day, Vegeta was laying in the grass, soaking up the sun. He needed a break from the kid already, even though he had only been around him for a few hours. Honestly, how the woman managed to keep this up was beyond him. He had his eyes closed, arms folded under his head. He sensed Bulma was watching him. He smirked. She was turned on.
"Come here woman." He said.
She turned around to see Trunks was completely fixated on the television.
"I have to keep an eye on Trunks." She leaned against the wall of the house, keeping the door open so she could see him.
Vegeta got up and walked towards her with the smirk still on his face. He leaned into her, lips to her ear.
"I can tell you want me, woman." He purred in a husky voice.
"That's...I was just thinking about last night."
"You are turned on." His finger slid under her dress, caressing her ass.
"We can't, Trunks..."
"Put him in bed." He said, placing soft kisses in her neck.
"It's only 5."
He dropped his head on her shoulder in defeat.
"You can have me all night."
He looked in her eyes. She smiled at him lovingly. "And, every night after that, if...you want." She said.
Yes, he was fucked.
THE END
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