Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans ❯ The Present, Earth Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 1: The Present, Earth Part 1

Vegeta exits the gravity room from training and stops just outside the door.  A new day has dawned, the morning air fresh from the previous days rain.  He has spent another sleepless night training vigorously; the battle still fresh in his mind: the defeat of Buu by Kakarott, his concession that the third class nobody will always be stronger than him, foremost on his mind.  He is awoken from his ponderings by a gust of cool wind across his sweaty face, his spandex drenched by his exertions moments ago.  The gentle moist breeze compounds his awareness that he is erect, the spandex doing nothing to hide that fact.

POV: Bulma     Bulma awakens to the alarm sounding that it's six o'clock in the morning and time to get up, the morning light shines through her bedroom window on the second floor of her house, blinking the sleep out of her light blue eyes.  Turning off the alarm and putting on her teal robe and matching slippers, she heads to the shower grumbling obscenities, having heard the hum of the gravity room all night.  She turns on the water to a favored temperature, and disrobes while waiting for the water to heat up.  Looking in the mirror she notices the little lines on her face showing her age and wonders how time has gone by so quickly; yet the father of her son looks like he is in his early thirties.     As the steam collects on the bathroom mirror, she is brought out of her thoughts and steps into the soothing spray of the massaging shower head.  Cleaning herself with body wash, having just washed and rinsed her long gray-blue hair, she notices the little scars on her breasts from the wild, passionate sex by which Trunks was conceived some nineteen years ago.  Rinsing off the the body wash she realized that there was no mark from Vegeta in the conception of Bra.  Why she had not noticed before, was beyond her in that moment.     He was so gentle then, having better acquainted himself with frailties of the human body.  The only reminder, was the scar from the cesarean, delivering her only daughter.  She did not want to have a natural birth on her second child; the pain from the first was too great, bearing a half Saiyan 12 pound baby took its toll, having children later in her life didn't help things much ether.  Now the sex was practically nonexistent. POV: Narrator     Bulma turned off the water to the shower, toweled off, and went into her room furnished with a large, oak nine drawer, dresser that had been a gift from Chichi and Goku years ago when Trunks was born, a large king sized oak sleigh bed to match was a gift from Bulma's mother.  Getting dressed she put on her white sweatpants and teal top.  Today was her day off and she was going to enjoy it.  Slipping on her comfort shoes she headed downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast while Bra and Trunks got ready for school.  Soon the smell of french toast fill the house as the butter on the bread began to melt.    Trunks and Bra came into the kitchen dressed for school and sat at the kitchen table and ate their breakfast quickly, sating their ravenous appetites, said goodbye to their mom and left out the door.   Trunks flew off to college and met Goten along the way, as they were educated at the same facility.     Bulma finished her breakfast and started to clear the dishes from the table.  She set the dishes into the sink and let the robot maids take over.  As the maids were doing their task she stood and looked out the kitchen windows towards the gravity room, only to see Vegeta standing outside the chamber door appearing to be in some kind of stupor.  Looking at him, she noticed the bulge in his spandex garment, and gave him a questioning stare once she moved her eyes back up his well toned body to his face.  Holding that look, she walked out the kitchen door approaching him.     Said daughter was now fourteen; smart for her age, a freshman at Orange Star High; and being on her period, she wasted no time listening to all the shitty pickup lines the boys threw her way.  She was in a bitchy mood, and enjoyed every moment of it as the boys eventually backed away.  She smirked.  Watched them scurry away like dogs about to get neutered, if they came one step closer.  One had decided to grab her ass from behind and got thrown into the other boys that were gathered to one side of her.  She chuckled as they fell bowling pin style onto the hall floor, glared at them all and proceeded to class.  Looking around, the only boy she felt attracted to was not present and thus sat at her desk with a disappointed thump.     The teacher asked the students to pull out their books to begin class.  Bra complied without complaint, her mood being improved by the bowling practice she had earlier.  History class was as boring as ever.  But the teacher caught her attention when she mentioned the history of evolution.  Bra was put on the spot when she was asked:"Bra, if humans had tails what do you think would be their purpose?" Bra smirked.  "They would be used to balance in the air when flying.  They would also be used the hold an infant, if raising a child, to keep the hands free when doing daily tasks. And to assist in the mating process.  Last but not least, the tail would have an odor gland on it to call prospective mates."  Bra said this with a matter of fact tone in her voice, and looked the teacher in the eyes. The teacher raised an eyebrow and replied: "Well Miss Briefs, that is an interesting theory.  Anyone else have any ideas or care to comment?" The teacher said with an analytical stare that made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. The room was silent, only to be broken by a crude comment bye the class clown. "Hey sexy give me your tail." while he leered at her.  Everyone except the teacher and Bra roared with laughter.

    Trunks landed at Gold Star University with Goten at his side.  Both have been close friends as they grew up together.  The flights on the way to school were silent, a subtle tension growing between them over recent months.
    Heading down the hall to their own classes, Goten said "Catch you later." Trunks nodded and departed to his class.  He was well versed in science and technology like his mother and her father.  He was breezing through advanced calculus as if it were simple arithmetic.  He waited for his teacher to show up, the whole class did, he was late his teacher was never late to class.  When the teacher walked in he looked up and noticed wasn't his usual teacher, but a substitute with silver wire-frame glasses brown hair, blue-gray eyes. He seemed to only be about 5' 6" very thin, about an inch taller than himself. His appearance was average but he sensed something was unusual about him but couldn't put his finger on it. He gave a second glance, 'weakling' he thought.
    "Hello class, my name is Professor Appuru. I will be teaching your class for the remainder of the semester, as your previous teacher has been in a car accident."  The class looked at him in shock of the news that their favorite teacher was injured.  "He is at the hospital in critical care, but is stable.  When I have more news I will deliver it.  Let us begin."

POV: Vegeta     He came out of his trance feeling watched.  Directing his gaze towards the kitchen he noticed Bulma giving him a 'What have you been doing with yourself' look as she strode in his direction.  Putting on the familiar scowl he crossed his arms and stood there.  She standing in front of him, ran her finger down his chest to his bellybutton, and down the underside of his erection, as it was pushing against the cloth.  Grinning she stopped and stared eye to eye gauging his response.     In that moment, the thought of Kakarott entered his mind as he was relishing the sensations generated by Bulma's touch.  But just as quickly as it came, he squashed it knowing that is was the mother of his children that was touching him.  'Where the hell did that thought come from?' he thought.
    In that moment she saw in his eyes, as if he was far, far away and not even her touch could summon him back to her.  And that thought hurt.  But she shoved it aside.   "Vegeta?  Come I made breakfast... you cannot run on adrenaline alone.  If you don't, I will turn off the G.R. for a month!" "Woman I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I will do whatever the hell I please!" "ASSHOLE!" she said and stormed into the house, slammed the door and shut down the power to the G.R.