Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A single night, a change in live ❯ I'm not keeping it ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Loriguurl 
Bulma just wants to go away, to escape his undesirable presence. But Vegeta isn't going to let her go until he gets the answers he came for.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.08.2005 | Updated On: 03.15.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 695 | Status: Work In Progress
Bulma just wants to go away, to escape his undesirable presence. But Vegeta isn't going to let her go until he gets the answers he came for.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.08.2005 | Updated On: 03.15.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 695 | Status: Work In Progress
So involved I was on the packing process that I almost jumped out of my skin when his voice thundered in the room.
"Where are you going?" he asked curtly.
"God almighty, Vegeta. You scared the shit out of me. Have you never learnt to knock before coming in?" I casually declared, taking this smart-ass behavior which had so often saved me from trouble. But my head wasn't at it. I could only think of a way to escape his unwanted presence. What the hell was he doing here? And most important, where was Goku? My ship was scheduled in one hour, for God's sake!
"I asked you a question!" he practically boomed. And here it was, this irritating, commanding undertone in his voice. The one always causing my mind to snap and my tongue to unleash. How much could I hate this undertone! It screamed: I'm the almighty being in the universe and you must postern yourself, pitiful creature, at my feet and do whatever the hell I want because I lowered myself enough to speak to you. The only tactic: counterattack!
"It's none of your business. Now, buzz off and get lost, forever!" But that just wasn't going to cut it with him. No way. The shifting of his features already told me so.
"Watch it! I'm not in a playing mood today. You better not elude my question anymore" Again, his tone was full of exigence. But this time, it also retained something dangerous. A hidden warning in its cavernous note.
"Okay, fine. I'm going home. You obtained your answer so get the fuck outta here, now!" I yelled. To hell with courtesy. I didn't take crap from no one and wasn't going to start with him.
"You are going nowhere!" he growled back. God, he sure was a stubborn and infuriating bastard. Someone in our vast universe seemed to be working really hard to annoy me by always putting him on the way. Crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to mirror his trademark stance, I glared with challenge.
"Why shouldn't I, mister? You may be the Prince but you have no right to keep me here!" Arrogance and confidence filled my words. However, in my heart, I was miles away to feel so. Vegeta wasn't one to play dare with.
"Try me!" he hissed, proving me right on this point. He wasn't going to make my departure as convenient as I had hoped for it to be.
"We are gonna have a problem here Vegeta, because I'm leaving and it's final. No intimidation it's going to retain me anymore" I paused, letting my words seep in his skull, then decided to switch tactics "What's the big deal anyway? You should be glad. Goku it's marrying Chi Chi and I will be out of the picture pretty soon. You got what you wanted... even me..."
This thought was painful and just to spit it out made my throat clench up. I could already feel the tiny spark of courage holding up my resolution wane as he kept staring me down. I really needed him to stalk off "Please, leave me alone, I need to finish packing. I have no time for more of your tantrums"
"You could have leave so many times before, why now? When you promised him to attend their marriage next month?" Lucky one, but I had already a come back buster!
"My father called last night. There's an emergency at Capsule Corps. But don't worry yourself too much, I will be back by then. I promised to come and I'm I woman of words" I had put up the best façade I could muster while lying but he knew better. He had always been able to read through me, like an open book under his scrutinizing eyes.
"Bullshit. Who do you think I am, Onna?"
"Nobody but the stupid asshole whom I always knew" I was pushing it, but really didn't care. My frustration needed to be expanded on someone and he certainly was the most required candidate. Though, Vegeta was somehow keeping his temper at bay.
"Why are you really leaving?" He stepped ahead and I backed off, looking anywhere but at him "What are you so afraid of?" Fuck. I was busted. What a pain in the ass.
"Knock it off! There's really nothing else to say. Just let me be, okay" My voice was sincere and full of this tiredness which had suddenly took over my body. Yet, he decided to ignore my plea.
"I'm not letting you flee and hide in your tiny mud-hole of a planet. And that's final!" What the hell has gotten into him? I wasn't his to decide of my whereabout! This was beyond believe. His twisted mind would always remain a mystery for me.
"Why? What I'm to you? A whore? A pet? A wind-up doll to keep home and use when wished?" I bombarded him with questions, unable to restrain myself anymore "How much fucked up are you? Why did you decide to render my life a living hell? Ruining my story with Goku wasn't enough? Aren't you tired of making me miserable?"
He really was getting to me, tears were already showing at the corner of my eyes. It was becoming frantic for me to take a leave.
"Stop deluding yourself. Your so-called story with Goku ended before it even began. You were no more than a friend with benefits for him, and you know it as much as I do. And, by the way, concerning your meaningless accusations, you did a good job making your own life miserable the moment you refused to see the obvious! But I know it's not the reason for your leaving, you already coped with this issue weeks ago. Now, be honest for once. Why are you truly going away??
As harsh as his words were, no lies laid on them. It left me with no choice but to say the truth, as his dark stare had already convinced me.
"I'm pregnant, ok. I'm fucking pregnant!" I screamed, my nerves finally letting me down, my tears traveling freely over my cheek's curves. And to say I had sworn to never cry again because of him! However, it stopped as soon as I looked at him through drenched lashes. The sight was priceless. For once, his omnipresent mask was down, broken by the astonishment written all over his features, and he looked like death had warmed him up. Nevertheless, it promptly changed and suspicion started to creep its ugly face from the depth of his coal pits. Thus, before he could mutter a single syllable, I spoke.
"It's yours, bastard. So don't give me a -who's-the-father?- look. I didn't sleep with anyone but you since I came here"
And this time, I was the one surprised. Instead of anger, I actually saw the most unusual expression on his face : relief. The shitfucker was relieved to have knocked me up. Well, I was going to wipe it away for good "Don't be so thrilled, Vegeta. I'm not keeping it. That's the purpose of my travel, to have an abortion. I will get rid of this spawn you put on my womb!"
This announcement caused him to flinch perceptively then a vivid rage slowly dwelled him. And the more this feeling possessed him, the glader I felt to have ignited it. Payback was a bitch!
"You are not going to do that!" the little troll was fuming, near implosion. The vein on his forehead had never been so bulging. But I could care less. This time he was the one deluding himself.
"As hell I'm not. I will do whatever I like. This is my body and you are far away from being its owner. I will make your bastard go away and nothing coming out of your mouth today might make me change my mind"
My words sounded sharp and cold, but, after all, they were aimed to do some serious damage to his disproportionated ego. He had asked for it anyway. Thus, I was expecting him to blow up, even to harass me verbally or, worst, physically. But I had never been prepared to the despair I could read on his ebony eyes, usually so empty from the turmoil I was able to witness at the moment. Holy shit! Did he really wanted me to have his baby? My own question kept my brain blank for a long moment. I didn't know how to answer it and I felt my heart sunk even further in my stomach. This was too much mess for me to bear.
However, I got a hold on me. I couldn't afford to let him have his way, not again. My decision was already a hard one to start having after-thoughts "I'm not keeping it. I will not carry any child of yours, never! God preserves the universe from being swallowed up by your descendants"
"Onna, you can't take this decision alone. I'm the father, I have a say on this matter" He tried to keep desperation out of his tone, but I heard it. Was I dreaming? This guy couldn't be the emotionless Vegeta I had known. This situation didn't seem real and it was creeping me out. In spite of those considerations, something wholly real in my head had been struck by his words, causing my temper to sky-rocket.
"I ought you nothing. You lost all rights on this issue the day you took advantage of me!" His eyes grew up in disbelieve then immediately narrowed in almost imperceptible slits, a so dangerous look on him.
"Is this what it really was for you? Do you really think I raped you?"
Did I think so? Maybe rape wasn't the fitting word for our 'story' "No. I would have killed you, otherwise... but you did take advantage of me! I was drunk for crying out loud. And emotionally devastated by my encounter with Goku. You saw it but didn’t stop yourself despite this fact"
"You didn't even try to stop me. You did enjoy it. Don't dare to deny it!"
He didn't just say what I think he did? No words could describe how much outraged and nauseous I was feeling. How dense could this guy be? Was it his pride which blinded him so much? Cold blue eyes stared unseeing through him and, in a barely recognized voice, I said "You got some nerve, Vegeta! I may have enjoyed what you did to me... but I asked you at least a hundred times to stop. And what did you do? You abused me in my drunk state! Isn't it called taking advantage of someone? Or have you got another meaning that I might need to know about?"
During our verbal spare, he had crossed the little gape separating us. And now, from the two steps ahead where he stood stiff, he was making me suffocate.
"I thought you wanted it too" This was pitiful and rather low, even for him. Who was he trying to convince?
"And when I begged you to stop, what did you thought? That I was just a woman so no means yes? That I was encouraging you to continue?" God, if he got the gut to say yes, I'm going to kill him this time.
"No. I... I... " he grumbled almost inaudible and, for an instant, I felt really proud to have rendered the king of come backs speechless.
"You are gonna hear me out, Vegeta. I'm not keeping a baby conceived under those circumstances. This innocent child has nothing to do with his poor choice of parents. I can't cast such a heritage upon him... I made up my mind. I'm interrupting this pregnancy. And the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for both us"
Why couldn't he leave me alone? He should feel happy with my choice. After all, no bastard of his blood was going to see the day. It wasn't fit for a future king anyway. Then, why was he looking at me with something that, had he been anyone else, I could have mistaken for sadness? My mind couldn't stop bringing this question up as he advanced on me, putting his warm hand over my cheek with more tenderness than he had ever shown me before.
"Bulma, just think about it..." Too bad, I was only able to think of how enthralling his eyes actually were this close "I want you to keep my child... please!" Had he just said Bulma and please in the same sentence? That surely sounded wrong. My feelings were mixed up by his suddenly change of behavior.
"I can't Vegeta. My reasons had already been explaines, there's no need to keep this conversation going on forever. Now, please, go away. I'm going to miss my ship"
I spun around, determinated to retrieve my suitcase and disappear. No time for more packing. I was coming back for Goku's marriage, anyway. After all, I was the bridesmaid. But hardly had I taken a step that he grabbed my arm painfully, jerking me towards him until his furious and hollow eyes were boring into mines.
"Do you really think you are leaving this planet to get an abortion?" he hissed, his undertone not hiding the threat anymore.
"Try me!" I hissed back by reflex, regardless of the hazardous situation I had been digging myself in. The power his aura was radiating told me he was losing it. And my mind sent me so many distress signals when he tightened his grip that I could barely think. Hopefully, it was the moment that Goku decided to make his so waited appearance, saving me from a painful confrontation, or worst.
"Bulma, sorry I'm... late." Goku trailed off with confusion when he saw our predicament "Everything it's okay, Bulma? Vegeta?" he asked looking alternatively at us.
Vegeta growled deeply, taking away his hand and backing off. And I plastered a rather obvious fake smile before staring at the Prince, warning him against any other wrong move he could eventually try.
"Everything it's fine, Goku. Just Vegeta wishing me good riddance and making sure I leave the planet for good."
Vegeta's hatred was absorbing me totally, locking me away from the world by its intensity. So, I didn't managed to catch Goku's words except for something like Chi Chi and marriage. What the hell had he been asking? Marriage? Chi Chi? Why was my brain refusing to work when I most needed it. Must be about his wedding day.
"Of course Goku, I'm coming back for your wedding. Now, we should go before I miss my ship"
And without another word or glance, I hasty caught my luggage and exited the room. In few minutes, Vegeta would be finally out of my life. At least for a month. But it was all I needed to have an abortion and compose myself enough for my life's dreadful day: Goku and Chi Chi's wedding.
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"Where are you going?" he asked curtly.
"God almighty, Vegeta. You scared the shit out of me. Have you never learnt to knock before coming in?" I casually declared, taking this smart-ass behavior which had so often saved me from trouble. But my head wasn't at it. I could only think of a way to escape his unwanted presence. What the hell was he doing here? And most important, where was Goku? My ship was scheduled in one hour, for God's sake!
"I asked you a question!" he practically boomed. And here it was, this irritating, commanding undertone in his voice. The one always causing my mind to snap and my tongue to unleash. How much could I hate this undertone! It screamed: I'm the almighty being in the universe and you must postern yourself, pitiful creature, at my feet and do whatever the hell I want because I lowered myself enough to speak to you. The only tactic: counterattack!
"It's none of your business. Now, buzz off and get lost, forever!" But that just wasn't going to cut it with him. No way. The shifting of his features already told me so.
"Watch it! I'm not in a playing mood today. You better not elude my question anymore" Again, his tone was full of exigence. But this time, it also retained something dangerous. A hidden warning in its cavernous note.
"Okay, fine. I'm going home. You obtained your answer so get the fuck outta here, now!" I yelled. To hell with courtesy. I didn't take crap from no one and wasn't going to start with him.
"You are going nowhere!" he growled back. God, he sure was a stubborn and infuriating bastard. Someone in our vast universe seemed to be working really hard to annoy me by always putting him on the way. Crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to mirror his trademark stance, I glared with challenge.
"Why shouldn't I, mister? You may be the Prince but you have no right to keep me here!" Arrogance and confidence filled my words. However, in my heart, I was miles away to feel so. Vegeta wasn't one to play dare with.
"Try me!" he hissed, proving me right on this point. He wasn't going to make my departure as convenient as I had hoped for it to be.
"We are gonna have a problem here Vegeta, because I'm leaving and it's final. No intimidation it's going to retain me anymore" I paused, letting my words seep in his skull, then decided to switch tactics "What's the big deal anyway? You should be glad. Goku it's marrying Chi Chi and I will be out of the picture pretty soon. You got what you wanted... even me..."
This thought was painful and just to spit it out made my throat clench up. I could already feel the tiny spark of courage holding up my resolution wane as he kept staring me down. I really needed him to stalk off "Please, leave me alone, I need to finish packing. I have no time for more of your tantrums"
"You could have leave so many times before, why now? When you promised him to attend their marriage next month?" Lucky one, but I had already a come back buster!
"My father called last night. There's an emergency at Capsule Corps. But don't worry yourself too much, I will be back by then. I promised to come and I'm I woman of words" I had put up the best façade I could muster while lying but he knew better. He had always been able to read through me, like an open book under his scrutinizing eyes.
"Bullshit. Who do you think I am, Onna?"
"Nobody but the stupid asshole whom I always knew" I was pushing it, but really didn't care. My frustration needed to be expanded on someone and he certainly was the most required candidate. Though, Vegeta was somehow keeping his temper at bay.
"Why are you really leaving?" He stepped ahead and I backed off, looking anywhere but at him "What are you so afraid of?" Fuck. I was busted. What a pain in the ass.
"Knock it off! There's really nothing else to say. Just let me be, okay" My voice was sincere and full of this tiredness which had suddenly took over my body. Yet, he decided to ignore my plea.
"I'm not letting you flee and hide in your tiny mud-hole of a planet. And that's final!" What the hell has gotten into him? I wasn't his to decide of my whereabout! This was beyond believe. His twisted mind would always remain a mystery for me.
"Why? What I'm to you? A whore? A pet? A wind-up doll to keep home and use when wished?" I bombarded him with questions, unable to restrain myself anymore "How much fucked up are you? Why did you decide to render my life a living hell? Ruining my story with Goku wasn't enough? Aren't you tired of making me miserable?"
He really was getting to me, tears were already showing at the corner of my eyes. It was becoming frantic for me to take a leave.
"Stop deluding yourself. Your so-called story with Goku ended before it even began. You were no more than a friend with benefits for him, and you know it as much as I do. And, by the way, concerning your meaningless accusations, you did a good job making your own life miserable the moment you refused to see the obvious! But I know it's not the reason for your leaving, you already coped with this issue weeks ago. Now, be honest for once. Why are you truly going away??
As harsh as his words were, no lies laid on them. It left me with no choice but to say the truth, as his dark stare had already convinced me.
"I'm pregnant, ok. I'm fucking pregnant!" I screamed, my nerves finally letting me down, my tears traveling freely over my cheek's curves. And to say I had sworn to never cry again because of him! However, it stopped as soon as I looked at him through drenched lashes. The sight was priceless. For once, his omnipresent mask was down, broken by the astonishment written all over his features, and he looked like death had warmed him up. Nevertheless, it promptly changed and suspicion started to creep its ugly face from the depth of his coal pits. Thus, before he could mutter a single syllable, I spoke.
"It's yours, bastard. So don't give me a -who's-the-father?- look. I didn't sleep with anyone but you since I came here"
And this time, I was the one surprised. Instead of anger, I actually saw the most unusual expression on his face : relief. The shitfucker was relieved to have knocked me up. Well, I was going to wipe it away for good "Don't be so thrilled, Vegeta. I'm not keeping it. That's the purpose of my travel, to have an abortion. I will get rid of this spawn you put on my womb!"
This announcement caused him to flinch perceptively then a vivid rage slowly dwelled him. And the more this feeling possessed him, the glader I felt to have ignited it. Payback was a bitch!
"You are not going to do that!" the little troll was fuming, near implosion. The vein on his forehead had never been so bulging. But I could care less. This time he was the one deluding himself.
"As hell I'm not. I will do whatever I like. This is my body and you are far away from being its owner. I will make your bastard go away and nothing coming out of your mouth today might make me change my mind"
My words sounded sharp and cold, but, after all, they were aimed to do some serious damage to his disproportionated ego. He had asked for it anyway. Thus, I was expecting him to blow up, even to harass me verbally or, worst, physically. But I had never been prepared to the despair I could read on his ebony eyes, usually so empty from the turmoil I was able to witness at the moment. Holy shit! Did he really wanted me to have his baby? My own question kept my brain blank for a long moment. I didn't know how to answer it and I felt my heart sunk even further in my stomach. This was too much mess for me to bear.
However, I got a hold on me. I couldn't afford to let him have his way, not again. My decision was already a hard one to start having after-thoughts "I'm not keeping it. I will not carry any child of yours, never! God preserves the universe from being swallowed up by your descendants"
"Onna, you can't take this decision alone. I'm the father, I have a say on this matter" He tried to keep desperation out of his tone, but I heard it. Was I dreaming? This guy couldn't be the emotionless Vegeta I had known. This situation didn't seem real and it was creeping me out. In spite of those considerations, something wholly real in my head had been struck by his words, causing my temper to sky-rocket.
"I ought you nothing. You lost all rights on this issue the day you took advantage of me!" His eyes grew up in disbelieve then immediately narrowed in almost imperceptible slits, a so dangerous look on him.
"Is this what it really was for you? Do you really think I raped you?"
Did I think so? Maybe rape wasn't the fitting word for our 'story' "No. I would have killed you, otherwise... but you did take advantage of me! I was drunk for crying out loud. And emotionally devastated by my encounter with Goku. You saw it but didn’t stop yourself despite this fact"
"You didn't even try to stop me. You did enjoy it. Don't dare to deny it!"
He didn't just say what I think he did? No words could describe how much outraged and nauseous I was feeling. How dense could this guy be? Was it his pride which blinded him so much? Cold blue eyes stared unseeing through him and, in a barely recognized voice, I said "You got some nerve, Vegeta! I may have enjoyed what you did to me... but I asked you at least a hundred times to stop. And what did you do? You abused me in my drunk state! Isn't it called taking advantage of someone? Or have you got another meaning that I might need to know about?"
During our verbal spare, he had crossed the little gape separating us. And now, from the two steps ahead where he stood stiff, he was making me suffocate.
"I thought you wanted it too" This was pitiful and rather low, even for him. Who was he trying to convince?
"And when I begged you to stop, what did you thought? That I was just a woman so no means yes? That I was encouraging you to continue?" God, if he got the gut to say yes, I'm going to kill him this time.
"No. I... I... " he grumbled almost inaudible and, for an instant, I felt really proud to have rendered the king of come backs speechless.
"You are gonna hear me out, Vegeta. I'm not keeping a baby conceived under those circumstances. This innocent child has nothing to do with his poor choice of parents. I can't cast such a heritage upon him... I made up my mind. I'm interrupting this pregnancy. And the sooner you accept it, the better it will be for both us"
Why couldn't he leave me alone? He should feel happy with my choice. After all, no bastard of his blood was going to see the day. It wasn't fit for a future king anyway. Then, why was he looking at me with something that, had he been anyone else, I could have mistaken for sadness? My mind couldn't stop bringing this question up as he advanced on me, putting his warm hand over my cheek with more tenderness than he had ever shown me before.
"Bulma, just think about it..." Too bad, I was only able to think of how enthralling his eyes actually were this close "I want you to keep my child... please!" Had he just said Bulma and please in the same sentence? That surely sounded wrong. My feelings were mixed up by his suddenly change of behavior.
"I can't Vegeta. My reasons had already been explaines, there's no need to keep this conversation going on forever. Now, please, go away. I'm going to miss my ship"
I spun around, determinated to retrieve my suitcase and disappear. No time for more packing. I was coming back for Goku's marriage, anyway. After all, I was the bridesmaid. But hardly had I taken a step that he grabbed my arm painfully, jerking me towards him until his furious and hollow eyes were boring into mines.
"Do you really think you are leaving this planet to get an abortion?" he hissed, his undertone not hiding the threat anymore.
"Try me!" I hissed back by reflex, regardless of the hazardous situation I had been digging myself in. The power his aura was radiating told me he was losing it. And my mind sent me so many distress signals when he tightened his grip that I could barely think. Hopefully, it was the moment that Goku decided to make his so waited appearance, saving me from a painful confrontation, or worst.
"Bulma, sorry I'm... late." Goku trailed off with confusion when he saw our predicament "Everything it's okay, Bulma? Vegeta?" he asked looking alternatively at us.
Vegeta growled deeply, taking away his hand and backing off. And I plastered a rather obvious fake smile before staring at the Prince, warning him against any other wrong move he could eventually try.
"Everything it's fine, Goku. Just Vegeta wishing me good riddance and making sure I leave the planet for good."
Vegeta's hatred was absorbing me totally, locking me away from the world by its intensity. So, I didn't managed to catch Goku's words except for something like Chi Chi and marriage. What the hell had he been asking? Marriage? Chi Chi? Why was my brain refusing to work when I most needed it. Must be about his wedding day.
"Of course Goku, I'm coming back for your wedding. Now, we should go before I miss my ship"
And without another word or glance, I hasty caught my luggage and exited the room. In few minutes, Vegeta would be finally out of my life. At least for a month. But it was all I needed to have an abortion and compose myself enough for my life's dreadful day: Goku and Chi Chi's wedding.
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