Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Lesson In Humility ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Hello everyone!

Happy New Year to you all! Yep, it's been quite a long time since my last post. Sometimes it gets really hard to make a post, let alone write. Hopefully in this vibrant New Year I will try to keep my fans happy with new installments to this story. When they will come out is NOT known. I will update when time allows me. Thanks so much for being patient!!!

 

And now for a shameless plug in… If you haven't read it, please read “A Saiyan for all Seasons” by Ember. It is awesome (NOTE: this plug-in was not provoked by Ember. This is a shameless rant of a mere fan, nothing else.)! Hope she updates soon, I KNOW how the RL can be and you're juggling between pleasing the fans and pleasing yourself.

 

I am forever in your debt Meliza Mac for beta reading! You are the greatest!!!

 

Enjoy the latest installment!

 

 

A Lesson In Humility

Chapter Fourteen

 

 

Bulma sat in the parked car in the driveway, griping the steering wheel tightly. She sat in silence, staring off into nothing as recalled the conversation with Goten that afternoon. Somehow Bulma had had an idea that they were messing around; just not to this degree.

 

This is some serious shit, Bulma thought as she bit her thumb. She had no qualms about Bra engaging in sex with Goten or anyone else for that matter because she was smart enough not to get used and she knew how to protect herself. But Bra had initiated something that was way beyond a frantic romp in the hay - she was actually on her way on completing a Saiyan bond with Goten.

 

Bulma reclined back into the soft leather car seat; sighing as she remembered how Vegeta began the bonding between them. It didn't happen the first time they slept together, on no. It was two months before he finally explained to her about the bonding ritual and how (in so many words) he wanted her to be his only mate. He never was good at expressing himself when it came to matters of the heart; so he just made it sound… practical.

 

`I'm very fond of you… and you are of me. It would be a wise decision to choose me as your mate,' She remembered how Vegeta explained it. `We are a very formidable pair… you with your intellect, me with my superior strength… think of the limitless possibilities.' It sounded like he was trying to get her to join forces so they could destroy the universe instead of a proposal of marriage.

 

The ritual itself was more taxing than she ever imagined. What surprised Bulma the most was the hunt during their bonding, and how she became such a willing participant in it. Oh, the very things she did for him and with him during that time, it would have made her blush with mortification if anyone would have found out. Bulma laughed to herself. For a brief time Bulma and Vegeta were inseparable - psychically and mentally. It was torture for him to leave her side even when he trained during the day. She remembered how they spent their initial days of bonding in her room - only calling out for food with the helper bots. The inseparable torture lasted for twelve days. It wasn't all that bad though… during their time being cooped up in her room they made love like it was the end of days. So a few months later she found out she was pregnant, she knew it was no accident. In fact she had expected it.

 

`When a Saiyan male goes into his bonding stage with his mate, nothing else matters,' Bulma recalled Vegeta telling her one night they were in the pool for a late night skinny dip. `The excessive need to mate takes over… for the sole purpose of procreation, of course.'

 

“Procreation!” Bulma shouted aloud as she sat upright in the car seat. Oh my God…

 

“Woman!” The sound of Vegeta's gravelly voice pulled her out her reverie, and she jumped, clenching her hand to her heart. “Do you plan on spending the night out in the car, or are you going to come inside and fix me something to eat?”

 

Bulma hissed, opening the car door as she climbed out, slamming it as hard as she could. “Dammit Vegeta! I asked you not to sneak up on me like that!”

 

Vegeta stared at her, folding his arms squarely at his chest as he always did when he studied her face. He narrowed his eyes at her, sensing something was amiss. “What is the matter woman?”

 

“What do you mean what is the matter? You just scared the shit out of me, that's all.” Bulma huffed, walking past him and toward the house. A strong hand shot out and grabbed her arm, the grasp tight but not enough to cause her pain. Bulma yelped in surprise, turning around to stare at her husband whose visage was grim.

 

“Don't you walk away giving me that bullshit,” Vegeta growled. Bulma blinked. She hadn't heard him growl at her in years, not like this. His tone tinged with a hint of being irritated and somehow, deceived. After all these years, he could still sense when she was in distress. The feeling would somehow filter to him through their bond, annoying him to no end. She couldn't tell him now. The moment the news would fall on his ears, he would set out to kill Goten. And Bulma didn't want to lie to him, either. She smiled as her delicate hand reached out to caress his cheek, his eye twitched with the contact. He was definitely irritated.

 

“Vegeta, don't you trust me?” Bulma spoke in a quiet voice. Vegeta's expression softened for only a moment, his eyebrows furrowing together. “…Please, I will tell you what is going on… but you will have to let me get a handle on this and you've got to promise me that you won't hurt anyone.”

 

Vegeta's scowl only deepened. “Who does this involve?” He demanded as he stepped closer to his wife, his eyes glittering with malice she hadn't seen in years. He spoke in barely a ruthless whisper as he added, “Who is it… that I'll have to kill?”

 

Bulma gulped, for a brief moment letting his words intimidate her. She stood her ground however, squaring her shoulders, as she looked him straight in his eyes. “You'll kill no one, Vegeta. I will tell you what is going on later tonight. Can you refrain from doing anything for a couple of hours?” She felt his mood change a little, but only slightly. He searched her eyes, looking for a twinge of deceit. He smelled her fear, and he hated that. He just didn't like information being withheld from him, that's all. And not from his wife of all people. He let go of her arm, and Bulma silently sighed. “Now… I'll go in and fix your dinner, okay?”

 

Bulma left him standing here, with her whole body shaking. She felt like she was going to puke from that little confrontation. She knew then that he would have to know soon, she couldn't keep it from him for too long. As she opened the front door with shaky fingers she looked back over her shoulder to find that Vegeta had left. She sighed raggedly, stepping in as she made her way upstairs to her daughter's bedroom.

 

 

 

 

Pan kicked off her pumps as she sat at the edge of her bed. It was several minutes before she moved again, her thoughts heavy on her lavender-haired obsession. She remembered how good he smelled, how handsome he looked in his suit, how he smiled at her…

 

“How could I be so stupid?” Pan spoke angrily to herself as she flopped back on her bed. She was nothing compared to that whore Marron. How could Trunks possibly be attracted to her when he had someone like Marron hanging on his arm? Marron walked, talked and spoke sex. Pan imagined how smutty Marron would act when she got into bed with Trunks; letting him do just about anything to her… she hated her for it.

 

Having only made out with a few guys, Pan never went `all the way'. She felt that she wanted to save it for someone special. In her fantasies, she had always dreamt that Trunks was that special someone. But it seemed Marron already had her hooks into Trunks, and had no intention of letting him go. Pan kicked herself mentally for all the times she had tried to ask him out. If she had only got the courage, she would be the one rolling around in Trunks' bed in total bliss now, instead of that bitch.

 

But I can be sexy if I wanted to be, Pan thought to herself. By all accounts she wasn't an ugly girl. She had gracefully acquired her mother's good looks, and her father's brawn. But she was just like her mother when she was young; short haircuts, frumpy clothes and acting like a total tom girl.

 

But with the right clothes and a little makeup, Pan could turn a head or two. That was certainly proved one evening when she went out with Bra to a club in Gingertown. Bra picked out her clothes and put on her makeup, and she looked ravishing. By the end of the evening Pan had four phone numbers and never paid for her drinks, courtesy of her prospective suitors, leaving Bra pissed that only a handful of men came her way. She never offered to dress Pan up after that little episode again, either.

 

Pan sat up, pulling herself off her bed. She walked over to her door mirror and she inventoried herself. “Maybe it's time I do something to get Trunks' attention,” She muttered. She remembered Trunks telling her she looked pretty in her dress. Pan rushed over to her wardrobe, and pulling it open, she began shifting through the racks, pulling out some items she had placed to the back. Bra had given her the clothes in the past and Pan deemed them `not suitable for her taste'. As she laid the skimpy items on her bed, she began to have a renewed outlook on her situation with Trunks. She could either sit here and have her pity party, letting Marron take Turnks. Or… she could put herself in the game.

 

 

“You'd better watch out Marron.” Pan chuckled as she smirked at her refection.

 

 

“We have to talk,” Bulma spoke quickly as she stepped into her daughter's room. Bra was sitting at her vanity in the middle of her hair brushing ritual of one thousand strokes.

 

Bra never stopped brushing her hair, keeping her attention at her reflection in the mirror. “What's up mom?”

 

Bulma grew angry at her daughter's placid demeanor, and walked over and snatched the brush out of her hand. Bra spun around, her eyes furrowed together just like her father's. “Where is my book?”

 

The moment the words came out of her mother's mouth, Bra's face paled. She swallowed, her eyes diverting away from her mother's glare for a moment.

 

“Are you fucking deaf?” Bulma whispered has she gritted her teeth. “I asked you a question!” She knew she couldn't get too vocal in the house, Vegeta could be anywhere listening.

 

“It's right here,” Bra finally answered, standing up from her vanity and walking over to her bed. She lifted up her mattress and pulled out the huge scrapbook-like binder. Bulma's heart leapt into her throat when she saw her daughter pull the book out; somehow she had hoped that it was all a cruel joke - or a bad dream for that matter. “Mom… I can explain -“

 

“Explain how you went through my private belongings?” Bulma nearly yelled, but calmed herself. “I respect your boundaries, why don't you respect mine Bra?”

 

“Mom-“ Bra tried to explain again.

 

“Shut up!” Bulma yelled this time.

 

Bra gasped, never seeing her mother this upset before. Yeah, she had done some things to piss her off royally in the past, but never like this. She watched her mother look around the room in a paranoid fashion, she hand covered across her mouth.

 

Taking a deep breath Bulma uncovered her mouth, shaking her head. “This book… was never meant to be looked at by anyone. This was a private and personal event that took place in my life and you took it and…“ Bulma nearly choked on the words before she finished. “…decided to use it on Goten? Do you know what you've done?”

 

Bra shook her head, touching her mother's shoulder assumingly. “Mom, look I'm sorry for what I did taking the book and all…but we know what we want, and we know what we are doing.”

 

Bulma's face darkened. She looked at her daughter, the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “The bond is not complete… and if Vegeta finds out about you both, he will kill Goten. He knows that with the bond incomplete there would be no chance of you dying from bond withdrawal.”

 

Bra blinked her blue eyes, confused at what her mother was telling her. “…Bond withdrawal? Killing Goten? Mother, why would he do that?”

 

“So you haven't read the entire book then,” Bulma huffed as she sat down on her daughter's bed. “Have a seat… I have a lot to explain to you.”

 

Bra walked over and sat beside her mother, and she began to tell her the details and the ugly truth about the Saiyan bond.

 

And not too far in a tree adjacent from her balcony, Vegeta listened carefully as well.

 

 

 

::to be continued::