Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Advent Children ❯ Magic Button ( Chapter 2 )

Author's note: Well it's been a while since I've updated due to my schedule, so nothing new there. I appreciate all the feedback I've got so far and yet again, as far as the possible and most likely typos go, just ignore them - my time's limited. What to say about this chapter? A lot of thoughts, suppose that covers it. Next chapters should be a lot more eventful just as I get them done. Enough said.

 

Pride, Honor, Power.

- Vegeta

 

Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama. I'm still in the process of convincing him why he should give it to me.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two - Magic Button

 

 

 

There he stood once more, guarding the high cliff of the endless wasteland like a dragon its treasure. With the wind in his ebony mane, like small daggers the cold breeze struck into his still heated muscles in an effort to shake his composure, but like so many times before he did not falter and stood like a statue carved out of the very stone he'd settled on so many hours ago - unaffected by the north wind and dust that stung his eyes. There was a storm coming, he could tell. However, not even the threat of a sandstorm could match the turmoil that was happening deep within the Saiyan Prince. Something far greater than any wrath nature could inflict on him.

 

Doubt.

 

Vegeta took a deep breath as his eyes closed. How many times had he come here? How many times had he left in the middle of a sparring match with that clown of a Kakarrot just because his focus was elsewhere? He'd lost count a while ago, but one thing was certain. Even once was one times too many.

 

So why couldn't he push these thoughts aside?

 

He opened his eyes to gaze at the setting sun, watching as it slowly disappeared behind the row of mountains in the horizon. The beautiful warm glow it cast across the now crimson sky was almost bitter sweet. Such a moment of serenity ruined with the increasing uncertainty that seemed to take a tighter hold of him day by day. Ever since his dreams had become his tormentors he didn't seem to be able to concentrate on anything anymore. Like ghosts of his past they always came, as if warning him of a shadow that loomed above, but one that he could not see.

 

Oh but he felt it...Kami forbid he felt it. In the back of his soul it was always gnawing at him. Like a tumour of his mind it consumed him more and more each day. What was it? In a strange way it felt almost familiar, yet disturbing at the same time. Like something that he knew, yet cared not to recognize. His eyes narrowed in thought as his mouth drew back into a thin line. Did it mean something?

 

Hours and hours he had meditated on his dreams, yet once again he had come back to that same dead end where he started from. By no means did he believe that his dreams could be premonitions or ever to be taken literally - they were just an irrational mixture of fact and fiction - but he did believe in learning from them. Everything happened for a reason and that was a lesson he'd learned well a long time ago. However, what brought that eerie feeling upon him was that he'd also come to see a pattern that repeated itself in one way or another, and above all else, a theme, which did not settle well with him in the least.

 

His mate.

 

No matter what he saw, felt or sensed it was always about her. Why? Not like she hadn't been the star of his fantasies before, but this was nothing like the dreams of his woman in certain sexual scenarios that he actually welcomed and indulged in. No, these were straining, full of pain and anger even, constricting his mind and heart to the fullest. Yet no matter what he said or did, no matter how hard he tried to push her away she always came back and healed the wounds no one could see. At that moment he felt such peace, such pure contentment that even though he bathed in the blood of the innocent in his darkest nightmares she still descended down into that pool of death with him, leaving behind a trail of crystal clear water as she finally embraced him.

 

“I'll always be here...”

 

He shivered at the reminiscence of her voice and touch that soothed his hidden pain and fear that he showed no one.

 

“...I promise.”

 

He felt something twist and tighten deep within him for her promise. Like a ghostly presence he could almost feel her warm breath tickle his ear. Her hands on his skin...just like in his dreams.

 

Get out of my mind woman... he thought to himself, shaking his head a bit in an effort to try and banish the blue haired beauty from his thoughts before he had to deal with the currently unfortunate and most undesirable consequences.

 

As the days passed Vegeta had come to notice that she was becoming too much of a distraction and unlike before, as long as she carried the brat he was unable to get rid of his frustrations the way he usually did. She was due any day now and not only drained physically, but in a very bad place mentally - among other things, having very little patience with him. Suppose the only time in a long, long while she'd even suggested sex was after she'd heard it might start her labour. Now, normally after living in celibacy this long he would've jumped at the chance to have his mate, but he knew he'd only end up breaking her in the process after having end up bottling up so much of his sexual frustration. Not too surprisingly she'd been pissed at him for declining, her raging hormones and obvious discomfort giving her usual rants an extra kick, so once again he'd taken off to clear his head and blow off some steam in the desert. And here he still was.

 

For a moment longer the sun shone behind the tall mountains before darkness came to fall. Vegeta shifted his gaze higher, watching as the first stars came to greet the night. Oh how he missed the moon...it just wasn't the same without it. Damn that namek for destroying it, he thought in slight bitterness. Suppose it was for the best in the end though. After all, he perhaps had no problem controlling the Oozaru form, but he sure didn't want to wake up one night to Kakarrot kicking his house down just because the fool couldn't overcome the primal mind of the beast.

 

Suppose he should be going back soon though, he mused. The woman had been a hissing hell cat when he'd left her to escape her tantrum, but during these last few months he'd learned quite a few things about pregnant females. For one, after the anger came the irrational - and if he had a say in it, very disturbing - wave of emotions. More than once he'd found his mate crying senselessly on their bed upon his arrival, instantly darting up and either demanding to know why he'd left her alone in the first place or getting way too cuddly and affectionate to his liking. However, suppose the best lesson he'd learned during this pregnancy was to never question her moods. That was his tail. Rest assured, things would turn worse if he did and as a warrior it was safe to say he knew better than to ever make the same mistake twice.

 

Sometimes he wondered if things had been the same when Bulma carried the boy. The few times he'd been around during that time she hadn't seemed that different to his eye than usually. However, now that he'd tasted the other side of this experience he had to admit he wasn't regretting his absence too much. Sure the woman made it known how “important” it was for him to be a part of this, but Vegeta didn't see it that way. He knew shit about babies or especially about raising them.

 

Not like he could offer any expertise on that field anyway. Fighting was all he knew and cared to know about anyway. When the brat would be old enough, then was his time to step in and start training her, but other than the ways of saiyan upbringing he wasn't about to participate. The woman could play house for all he cared, but he sure as hell would never embrace these human ways. It was ridiculous enough that she had made their son eat that crap she called “baby food” or wear those sickeningly cute outfits with farm animals and teddy bears. The boy was an heir to the throne of a warrior race! Not some doll to play around with, he snorted.

 

As the thought crossed his mind he suddenly became disturbingly aware of just how likely that was to happen this time. This time there wasn't a boy crawling around the house, leaving everything in a more or less catastrophic condition after him as he let his warrior instincts out to play. No, this time things would be very different.

 

A daughter?

 

His brow creased in thought as he weighted the word in his mind. It was still nearly incomprehensible to him that he was actually going to have a daughter. Something about that just didn't fit his image of who he was. A son was different. A son was someone you could train and identify with. And as they grew up they were the ones to carry his name - eventually fulfilling his legacy. A daughter though...

 

What was a daughter to him?

 

Vegeta shifted his gaze back to the stars as if searching for the hidden answer, watching as they shone on the velvety blanket like diamonds of the sky. However, like so many times before he once again could find none.

 

He took a deep breath, shifting his obsidian eyes back to nothingness. After a lot of hard work and patience he had become a father to his son to a degree. By no means would he ever become what his mate had obviously hoped for the father of her children to be, but she also understood and knew better than to ever expect him to turn into an emotional fool like Kakarrot.

 

He was a father to Trunks the only way he knew how to be. He trained with him, spend time with him and actually took an interest in his life. Never did he loose his cool demeanour, but suppose sometimes he was even “playful” with his son. When they spoke the same language of fighting things were very different. Both took pleasure in the challenges their training provided and Vegeta had quickly noticed Trunks was not only a quick learner but a very eager one as well. The saiyan blood the coursed thru his veins pumped in excitement for every new challenge, battle and technique. Trunks was without a doubt not only a descendant of the saiyan race, but first and foremost...his son.

 

That pleased him to no end of course and he'd actually started to see things from a new perspective. Before considering the boy as a mere annoyance and distraction, but as the kid constantly kept surprising him with the giant leaps he took in his training, he had actually become intrigued. Little by little the young saiyan had fought his way into his dark heart and he had actually gotten both determined and willing to teach his son all that he knew about the art of fighting. And at the end of the day, when they both lay on the tiled floor of the Gravity Room completely spent after the ruthless workout, to hear his son ask for “one more round” with a glint of excitement in his blue eyes, he had felt a sense of contentment and pride swell in his chest. In those moments his unbreakable mask of stone would shatter and he'd grant the demi saiyan with a smirk of appreciation, sometimes when he'd done exceptionally well ruffling his lavender hair some before complying.

 

Would it be like that with a daughter?

 

Somehow he doubted it would be. A son he could deal with. He knew what to expect and was even somewhat aware how to raise one. Teach him the ways of the warrior not only on the battle field, but their views of the world - their philosophies on life. Not that the females of his race didn't receive battle training and take part in missions just like the males did, but it was obvious they were always more...”nurturous” than the males. However, considering this was not Vegetasei but the mudball of the humans, he'd come to notice that it certainly affected how his son had turned out to be. He was by far much more emotional than most saiyans would be. However, with slight pessimism he wondered if a boy was that different from the saiyans that he knew, then what could possibly become of a girl? What could he possible teach a daughter?

 

Nothing, that's what. His lips drew back into a thin line as his face soured even more. Kami forbid, he could barely manage Trunks and at least they had something in common by sharing the love of fighting, but a daughter he wasn't so sure of. If there was any chance the girl would take after the humans he knew there was no hope. He'd seen those little girls at the malls whenever his mate had forced him to tag along as her bag monkey. Dragging their dolls everywhere. Running in those disgustingly cute little dresses...picking flowers or fluffy teddy bears...oh hell no.

 

Yes, it was a phase, but after seeing the result where a few more years of age took those “daddies' little angels” he had to admit he wasn't exactly looking forward to his daughter's teen years.

 

“Daddy, buy me a pony. Daddy, buy me a car. Does this make me look fat? Daddy, I have a new boyfriend who's the lead singer in a band. Daddy, I need a new purse. This is not too revealing, it's the latest style! No, I don't wear too much make-up! What I do with my body is my business! You can't tell me what to do!”

 

And on and on they would go...

 

Vegeta let out a growl of agitation. His daughter wasn't even born yet and already she was giving him a headache. At this point he could only hope his mate knew how to keep her in control and that she'd inherit as much saiyan genes as it was only biologically possible. Seeing all those human girls who'd barely finished elementary school walk around in heels and looking like the whore on Ryland street made his stomach twist. Even the thought that his daughter would someday be like them was unacceptable and above all, deeply disturbing.

 

Well he had only two rules for his daughter...

 

She will dress well and never have sex. He thought to himself in determination. Anyone who dared to disagree would have to go thru him first. He'd be damned before he let his little girl turn into some Barbie doll for the weaklings to exploit. His eyes narrowed at the mere thought of it. If any pathetic male didn't take their unworthy hands off his daughter, he'd be more than willing to break them off...

 

An evil smirk crossed his lips at the thought of it. Suppose something good would come out of this after all.

 

Either way, he knew if he didn't return to CC soon he'd only have one overly emotional mate in his hands and that most certainly didn't settle well with him. So, finally feeling a bit more at ease he hovered in the air and headed in the direction of the place he'd come to call his home. He'd get back at Kakarrot for that kick in the guts tomorrow.

 

A while later he touched down in the back yard of the huge dome like building, his eyes scanning the area for any intruders like always. Of course, yet again not even a bird was in sight and he calmed his warrior instincts. Even after all the years he'd tried adapting to the life of the humans he still could not let his true nature rest. It always dwelled in the back of his mind - ready for anything when one would least expect it. Should he even try to change? He was what he was and the woman had known what she was getting into when they first gave into their desire. Some became warriors due to circumstances, but others were born into ones and that was without a doubt also his fate to his very last breath.

 

As he walked down the empty hallways of the huge house he soon became aware that his mate wasn't anywhere in the living quarters. Was she still working? He frowned at that, knowing in her current state it would only make her more tired and therefore the chances of her venting her frustration to him were rising. The last thing he wanted right now was another pointless dispute with his mate due to hormonal issues, so he figured the best thing to do was to go and fetch her to get some rest. The brat was wearing her down enough as it was, so surely she could take a few days off work.

 

Satisfied with this he headed towards her Ki, feeling it burn like a candle in the dark, just beckoning him to her. Not too surprisingly he found her in one of her personal labs, but what she was doing made him raise a brow in question. There she was, standing on a stool with a wrench in hand, tinkering on some huge machine, groaning and cursing in a way that would make a sailor blush as motor oil leaked down her arms and onto her dress. What made the the sight downright priceless though was her “speed bumb” that raised her red summer dress high up, offering his hungry gaze an eyeful of her long, slender legs. He licked his lips and let out a low growl. She had no idea how delicious she looked to him that moment.

 

“What?” she suddenly snapped him back to reality and he met her more or less annoyed gaze of blue fire. “I know what you're going to say.” She wrinkled her perfect little nose before glancing down at her swelling stomach and he couldn't help but smirk. He knew she was upset with him, but somehow that always seemed to draw out the best in her.

 

“And what is that woman?” he folded his arms, watching her from across the room with a look of indifference on his features. She shifted her eyes away, choosing to ignore his cool demeanour and got back to her work. “I know my ass's spread twice to its size without having you remind me about it, so just save it.” She snorted. “Especially since you're the one that got me into this.” She finished, making sure the conversation was over.

 

However, unfortunately for her Vegeta had other plans. As she tightened the bolt with her wrench, she suddenly gasped, feeling him take a firm hold of her ankles. She glanced down and saw him smirking up at her as he glided his gloved hands up her smooth legs. “Has it now? I hadn't noticed...” he murmured distractedly, brushing his fingers against the hem of her dress. She held her breath, feeling her heart beat a little faster as she caught the look in his eyes. He was up to something. “Vegeta?....” she questioned as his smirk only widened. “I better inspect it for myself...”

 

She waited with baited breath as he brushed the hem of her dress even higher before giving her a wolfish grin and diving underneath her gown. “Vegeta! What're yo-...” she felt her knees buckle as he nipped at the inside of her thigh. A shiver went down her spine and the wrench dropped forgotten on the floor. Her hands found a more appropriate place on the ceiling of her lab as she secured herself to hold her balance while his teeth tore her panties into shreds. She felt his arms tighten around her legs as he stepped closer to her and sighed as a low purr left his lips that made her drop back on her shoulders.

 

“Vegeta...not he-...” her final plea was silenced once she felt his hot mouth descend on her heat. A soft moan escaped her as she felt his wicked tongue caress her folds, finding her secret pleasure spots as if her body was a part of his own and taking it one step further by teasing her, pleasuring her and claiming her like she was his prey to be had.

 

In no time she was breathing heavily, trying her hardest to maintain her balance as he devoured her with a hunger that made her head spin. She shuddered and moaned in ecstasy as she felt a spark of his Ki on the tip of his tongue. He only chuckled in return and gripped her hips to hold her in place, increasing the pressure of his strokes. By now his mate was writhing in his grasp and gasping his name in a desperate plea to reach conclusion. He felt an erotic rush go thru his body at that, growing more aroused himself by every passing moment. Not one to disappoint his mate before he sure wasn't going to start now no matter how painful it might be not to just throw her on the floor and dive into her tight body again and again. A possessive growl rumbled from deep within his throat. Kami he wanted to...but this wasn't about him but reminding his mate just what she was denying them both of. What she needed. What they needed.

 

“Vegeta! I'm-...” she gasped loudly as she felt his Ki shoot thru her core once more, sending her over the edge of reason with a power of a tidal wave. She shuddered in his arms, trying to catch her breath as he licked the juices of her pleasure with a hunger of a starving man. As the waves slowly started to subside she still felt him nuzzling her, kissing her and growling softly.

 

A content smile came to her lips and she took a deep breath, reveling in the aftershocks of her climax. Sometimes her mate had a way of surprising her in a way that only made her love him more. So few understood the strange relationship they shared, but it never mattered to her for she knew him in a way no one else did. She knew her pregnancy had made her distance herself from him more and though a lot of it was due to her hormones, she couldn't deny that some of it was because of her insecurities of late. As her body grew bigger and more uncomfortable day by day she was also feeling a lot less desirable. She was a proud woman most of the time and carried her beauty with grace, yet she could not help but notice the changes that took place in her body in the last few years. While her mate looked no different than the day she met him, she herself was finding new wrinkles and spots on her body that were no longer that of a twenty year old. Her pregnancy seemed to be making things ten times worse and though she didn't want to, she ended up avoiding her mate more and more. As beautiful as she still was for her age, how could she not feel insecure?

 

However, it was moments like this when he proved her wrong. Like it really didn't matter to him if she had one or twenty new wrinkles, or how fat she got. No, she still saw that look of lust burn in his dark eyes and felt even more desired by each kiss of his lips, touch of his hands and growl of possession that claimed her like he owned her. For that she was grateful and he would never know how much he truly meant to her.

 

She brushed her calf up and down his back and moaned lazily “...mmm...well my Prince, what're we going to come up for you?” she smirked and glanced down at him, seeing nothing but his silhouette thru her dress.

 

“Come up with what?” a third voice suddenly broke in.

 

Bulma stiffened and her eyes shot up to their audience. There was their 13 year old son, standing by the door with wide eyes as he stared at his mother whose leg was quite comfortably resting on his father's shoulder, who in turn was still positioned under her dress.

 

“Trunks!” Bulma gasped, trying to kick her husband off of her, but he wouldn't budge.

 

“...what're you doing dad?” the young demi saiyan questioned in confusion.

 

“Trying to find the magic button?” came his reply as Bulma blushed crimson. She watched her son in horror for a moment longer, trying to find the best way to explain the uncomfortable situation, but much to her shock her son smiled.

 

“Oooh! I get it! Like a treasure hunt? Can I look too!” he exclaimed and only managed to make his mother more uncomfortable. Vegeta chuckled lightly as he felt his mate kicking him once more and this time retreated, turning to face his son.

 

“Maybe in a few years son.” He smirked at his mate before turning back to his son. “I've got something else in mind for you in the Gravity Room. Your kicks still need a little work.” He saw his son's face brighten up significantly. “Alright! Lets go dad!” the boy was already heading outside when Vegeta shifted his gaze back to his mate.

 

“Well that could've turned worse.” He smirked. However, the look of pure shock wasn't what he'd expected to see on Bulma's face. He arched a brow as he saw her shiver slightly and hold her stomach.

 

“It just did Vegeta...” she whispered. “My water broke...”

 

His eyes widened slightly as he saw the clear liquid stream down her legs. How glad he was now that his son had turned up when he did.

 

“Hm...guess training has to be postponed then.”