Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And Baby Makes Four ❯ What will he do? ( Chapter 3 )

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AN: I got home from work and realized it had been over a week since I updated any of my fics! Can you believe that? Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please don't forget to review.

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Vegeta was at a loss.

Why was she crying? Did she not want their child?

Bulma wiped at her tears. "I'm so sorry Vegeta," she said softly, crossing her arms protectively over chest and hanging her head. She walked over to the opposite end of the bed and sat down. They sat in silence for a moment, save for a soft sniffle here and there, before he spoke.

"Woman," he called softly.

She didn't responded.

He sighed and stood. He walked around the edge of the bed and sat down behind her. "Bulma look at me," he commanded gently.

She shook her head. Vegeta sighed again then slipped his powerful, well-muscled hand over her bare skin of her belly. Bulma sighed and leaned into him for support. He held her for a moment as her tears slowed.

Though it hurt his pride, he had to ask, "Tell me why you don't want our child?"

She turned and looked at him, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean? Of course I want our baby!"

Vegeta frowned. She really was crazy. "Then why the tears woman?"

Bulma bit her lip and averted her eyes, "Well last time…I mean when I…um…I told you about-"

Vegeta captured her chin and lifted her face. "-about Trunks."

"Yes Trunks," she said. She put her head down. "I just assumed the worse." She looked questioningly into his eyes. "Should I have assumed the worse?" she asked searching his expressionless face for some answer, an impossible feat.

At least it was until him smiled gently. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "You insult me woman," he said.

Bulma gave a tentative smile. Did she dare hope that he was okay with another child? "How do I insult you?"

"Do you not think that I have changed since the boy's birth?"

"Of course I do! I just didn't think you liked kids…well with the exception of Trunks…and Goten of course."

He arched an eyebrow. "I never said I liked Kakarot's youngest brat."

Bulma smiled. "You didn't have to."

He returned the smile then his face turned serious as he came to a decision. For once he would be completely honest with her.

He gazed into her hopeful blue eyes. "I did not want the boy-"

The hope was quickly replaced by pain as Bulma lowered her eyes. "Oh," she murmured.

Vegeta once again lifted her chin. "Let me finish woman." At her nod he continued. "I did not want the boy because I didn't feel worthy of him."

"Worthy of him?" Bulma asked in confusion.

"Yes," he said averting his eyes and staring at something behind her. "I didn't have anything to offer a child. With only and idiot and his son for subjects not even my title was worth anything. I was a failure. The last thing I needed was another person to be humiliated in front of." His eyes dropped to the floor. "But something changed all that. After the Androids something had changed, some how things were," his dark eyes captured hers, "…different." He seemed to be pleading with her to understand the words he couldn't say. Her smile let him know she understood completely.

"So," she said lightly, "what brought you to this great revelation?"

He took her playful mood and decided to run with. "Well, I realized that I am the only being on this `mud ball of a planet' worthy enough to procreate," he said mocking himself with the cliché.

She smirked. "Does being so arrogant ever become tiring?"

"Yes, but it's a job that someone has to do."

A husky chuckle erupted from low in her throat. "Well," she said leaning into him, "I had another job in mind for you tonight."

"Really?" Vegeta asked. "Would you mind elaborating on what this job entails?"

"Well," she said as she ran her hands up his chest and settled them on his shoulders, "you will be expected to perform certain tasks."

He arched an eyebrow. "Such as?"

"Such as this," she said as she covered his mouth with hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and received a moan of approval from him. They sat for a moment, their mouths intertwined until his mouth began moving along her jaw and down her throat. Bulma tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck. He dragged his tongue down, creating a moist path from her jaw to the sensitive mark on her shoulder, stopping to suck gently at the brand. His hand, at her waist at the time, slowly made it's way up her stomach to cup her satin covered breast. She sighed in pleasure at the contact, but she wanted his hands all over her aching, unclothed body.

Vegeta laid her back on the bed and when he looked over her beautiful body this time, Bulma saw something more than simple passion in his eyes. She would almost call it gentleness. He laid on his side beside her and then splashed his long strong fingers protectively across her belly. Bulma smiled and covered his hand with her own. His dark eyes returned to hers and he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply and so sweetly that she felt tears spring to her eyes.

She ran her fingers into his hair and held his mouth to hers never wanting the kiss to end. Vegeta let his hand move down her stomach and under her panties causing her to gasp into his mouth at the intimate contact. She spread her legs slightly to allow him admittance. He dipped one finger into her moist entrance than stopped. Bulma moaned her disapproval as he pulled his mouth from hers. He glanced at her stomach than back to her face, indecision evident.

"I don't want to hurt you, Bulma," he said simply.

She smiled and felt her eyes watering again. Damn, were the hormones already getting to her?

"You could never hurt me, Vegeta," she said. She reached down and slowly guided his fingers to where she needed them most. He began moving them inside her, slowly at first then quicker. He watched her face completely amazed at the array of emotions that crossed it. As her completion neared she grabbed his shoulders for support, digging her nails into the taunt muscles there in the process. The panty moans coming from her throat were driving him wild and watching the soft delectable mouth that they were coming from wasn't helping his predicament. He wanted so badly to kiss her but he was determined to see her release on her face.

Her moan caught in her throat as he slipped a third finger inside of her. She bucked against the mattress as she began fighting for her breath. "Vegeta" escaped her lips, nothing more than a whimper as she pleaded with him to end her torture.

"Open your eyes," he whispered huskily as he increased his speed.

"I can't," she managed.

"Open your eyes, woman," he punctuated his words with a particularly forceful stroke.

Bulma forced her eyes open and found that her field of vision had narrowed down to his dark passionate gaze. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as her climax began to build.

"You're close. I can feel it," he whispered.

She gave a small cry as the husky tones of his voice and the slight increase and deepening of his strokes pushed her closer to the release she craved.

"You don't know how good it feels when you tighten around my fingers. The only thing better is when you tighten around my-"

His statement was cutoff by the scream that tore from her lips as the first wave hit her. She dug her fingers deeper into his arms as she rode out the storm. He watched as her eyes clouded over then rolled back in her head. She clung to him as she let the last of the sensation flow over her.

As he allowed her a small break he rid himself of the remainder of his clothes then unceremoniously snatched the two satin barriers from her body.

"ChiChi's going to kill you when she finds out about that. It took her an hour to find that set," Bulma said as she finally came down from her high.

Vegeta's smirked clearly read Should I care? as he lowered his mouth to her plentiful breast. Bulma moaned as he suckled gently on the hardened peaks. When completed his assault he moved back to her mouth. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to be inside of her. Now.

He entangled his tongue with hers as he positioned himself between her thighs. He began to gently probe inside of her, still worried about hurting her. But when she lifted her hips and murmured "please" breathlessly, he lost control and buried himself to the hilt inside her. Her body jerked in response and they muttered sighs of contentment. He slowly withdrew his length making them both shudder, then resheathed himself more deeply still. The rhythm he set soon had her panting and moaning beneath him once again. Her moans quickly became cries as he pelted her again and again. She tried to muffle her scream in the crook of his neck, being use to have a small boy sleeping down the hall.

"Don't," he panted into her ear. "I want to hear you."

That sexy voice always drove her crazy and sent shivers down her spine. It was the breaking point that cause the mind blowing orgasm that made her scream out his name just the way he had wanted. She repeated his name as he continued to drive into her until his own release came and he cried out her name.

Once they caught their breaths he rolled off of her and pulled her across his chest. Completely exhausted she was sleep in seconds. Vegeta gently stroked her hair. He wondered as he stared down at his mate, how a bastard like himself had gotten so lucky.

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Well, I think I'll go shower now *fans self*. Anyway please don't forget to review and tell me what you think about my little fic. As all always thanks for reading.