Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ Dance of Time ( Chapter 31 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 31 - Dance of Time

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Bulma returned from work exhausted. She tossed her briefcase on the floor and looked at the clock. The position of the hands made her stomach turn. It was well past five, even six or seven for that matter. The house was quiet. Bulma moved into the kitchen and found some plates on table along with a note from Bellona. Bulma read it and smiled a bit. The nurse had gone well above and beyond the call of duty to the Briefs family. The note simply stated that she had made dinner when it appeared that Mr. Briefs and Bulma would be returning late. Since she had cooked something for Vegeta, she simply made enough for everyone. There were also a few comments regarding Vegeta's health.

Sighing deeply, Bulma dropped the note on the table and headed to the living room and up the stairs. She stopped and knocked on Vegeta's door but there was no answer. Frowning a little, she opened the door and looked around. There was no sign of Vegeta in the room either. Where could he be? The question was basic in it's simplicity, but it sent a thousand disturbing images flashing through her mind. Swallowing hard, Bulma realized that she had left him alone. That was inexcusable. She rushed down the stairs scouring the house for him but came up empty.

She was nervously wringing her hands as she passed the sliding glass doors to the backyard. The sight stopped her in her tracks. Vegeta stood outside with his hands in his pockets. Bulma moved to the door, slid it open and stepped outside unnoticed.

The moonlight was sparkling on the surface of the swimming pool. The air was turning cold, but Vegeta was not making a move to cover himself. Instead, he stood rooted to one spot taking in the majesty of the heavens. Silver stars sparkled and danced on an endless sea of black. The moon rose slowly in that infinite void, and in the night sky it had no rival. So slow was it's ascent that Vegeta gave in to the urge to reach out.

"Vegeta?"

The sound of his name caused him to turn sharply. It was clear he was startled. "Bulma," he looked at her for a moment before adding, "You are finally home."

"Yes and I am sorry about being so late." She moved over to him. She would have liked nothing more than to have him rant at her. Bulma wished he would just come right out and say he was angry with her.

"You shouldn't worry about it. I am eons old and a few hours were not going to hurt me." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and continued to look at the moon.

Bulma leaned her head to the side and gave him an odd look. "So you are not mad at me?

"There isn't any reason I should be. After all, this is the first of many late nights we will share together. I watched over you for a long time, Bulma. I know how much of your time the company takes."

She was speechless in the wake of his understanding. "Then you are going to be terribly disappointed in the next few days. I cleared everything up today and I let it be known to everyone I saw that I was going out of town."

Vegeta chuckled. "Where did you tell them you were going?"

"I said that if they wanted me they could try a carrier pigeon. There is no way I am going to even hint as to where I will be." Bulma stepped around him and put a hand on his cheek. "So why don't we go up to my room, unplug the phone and forget that the rest of the world exists."

Vegeta's lips were warm against hers as his hand gently caressed her hair. The kiss was sudden, but slow. The effects of a hard day and endless guilt of leaving him alone drifted away as she melted against him. The only thing that was keeping her from falling to the ground was the support of his strong arm wrapped around her waist. He pulled back just long enough to say, "I think that is the best idea I have heard all day."

Bulma gasped as her feet were swept out from under her. He held her up as if she weighed no more than a feather. "Vegeta! What about your back?"

"It's feeling much better now. I am sure that in a few minutes I will forget that it's even wounded at all." He then made his way through the door and toward the stairs.

Bulma sighed and let her head drop to his chest. She was not about to argue with him. This was what she wanted as well. She felt safe and secure with his arms locked around her. The warmth of his body was mixed with his scent and the assault on her senses left her longing for more.

Bulma found herself standing right outside her bedroom door. She turned to open it but Vegeta pulled her back around and pressed her against the hard wood. He reached out to cup her chin. He passed her lips and let his lips fall to the sensitive skin on her neck. Spasms of delight rushed over her at the touch of them. Bulma closed her eyes and moaned, her hand reaching behind her to hunt for the doorknob.

Vegeta, however, had other plans for this scene of seduction. The firm palms of his hands moved over her shoulders and down her arms until they laid claim to the rounded mounds of her breasts. "I will never get tired of touching you like this."

Bulma purred at his words, "I sure hope not." She arched her back pressing herself more intimately against him. She could feel the full force of his erection against the juncture of her thighs. She used the teasing pressure of her body against him with wicked intent.

Vegeta growled as he pulled her mouth to his.

Bulma reveled in the sound of it. She was pleased that she could get this kind of rise out of him. It seemed that anytime they were alone this is where it led them. Passionate kisses and hot caresses. Was this how she was going to spend the rest of her life? Locked in his firm embrace while he drove her to wild heights of erotic pleasure?

God, she hoped so.

The click of the doorknob signaled that Vegeta was finally ready for them to enter the room. Bulma couldn't blame him. She was more than eager to have his hard body thrusting against hers.

Clothing first had to be contended with. They took care of that together, slowly unwrapping each other from the garments that were a hindrance to their lovemaking. As the last remnant of material dropped to the floor, Vegeta pulled Bulma back to him, his arms moving around her waist.

She loved the feeling of his body behind her. Tilting her head back so that she could gaze up at him with large blue eyes. She watched as his dark ones studied her face before resuming their kiss. To her utter delight Vegeta lifted one hand to cup her breast while the other one trailed lower to tease the aching bud of her passion. He skimmed his fingers through the wet valley stroking away all the strength in Bulma's legs. She slumped forward until it was only Vegeta's teasing embrace that held her up. Trembling wracked her form so hard they were more than visible to her lover.

Vegeta lowered her to the floor slowly, Bulma bracing herself onto her hands. She swallowed hard trying to regain some level of control over the storm of emotions that coursed through her. Vegeta wasn't going to allow her the time to achieve it. He entered her from behind, sliding in deeply until he was firmly encased in the sheath of her womanhood.

A moan escaped Bulma's throat as her fingers clawed into the plush carpet on her floor.

Vegeta pulled himself from her slowly, the wetness of her arousal bathing his iron shaft with the proof of her desire. He thrust into her slowly making sure he prolonged their sweet torment, as he worked them both to the peek of their need.

Bulma rocked back against him. She wanted to feel him slamming into her, each stroke harder than the next, again and again until she exploded.

Leaning over her, Vegeta let his lips suck at the tender flesh at the base of her neck. His large hands held her hips as he took more control of their movements, unconsciously doing as his lover desired.

Each hot plunge followed the next, accompanied by their frenzied cries. Bulma felt herself incinerate from the inside out. Her breath was being ripped from her lungs as Vegeta expended himself within her. She collapsed on the floor unable to move; her body bathed in sweat as she trembled and shook in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Vegeta stretched out on the floor next to her. The sound of his deep panting lulled her exhausted form to sleep. When he rolled over to look at his sleeping lover he smiled. He had known she had a hard day. Trying not to wake her, he came to his feet and retrieved the blanket and pillows from her bed. Carefully he settled himself back down next to her sleek form before cocooning themselves in the warmth of the blanket. Only then did he allow himself to seek the bliss of his dreams.

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Four weeks later:

Bulma yawned and kicked her feet while she waited for her doctor to come into the room. Why she had ever let Bellona bully her into getting this physical was beyond her. Bulma leaned back and looked at the white ceiling. She should be at her house now and not at some last minute check up. A smile touched her lips as she thought about what she would be doing if she were home now.

Vegeta was no doubt fighting with the microwave, trying to pop the corn for their Monday night movie. After Bulma returned to work from her little vacation, it was clear that Mondays were the most stressful. She returned home so exhausted that both she and Vegeta had decided that would be their quiet night. Besides, there were so many movies that Vegeta had not seen. Bulma took great joy in picking out the most girlie of chick flicks just to watch him gawk in sheer befuddlement.

She could be there now, wrapped up in a blanket in his arms. But NO! She had to open her big mouth without thinking to Bellona about the current state of her cancer tests. Then without fail her own father began to needle Bulma about the risks and how it was genetic. She was ready to tell them to take a flying leap when Vegeta demanded that she get a check up. The tone he used was quiet but full of concern. So this was how she got roped into seeing a doctor; sitting here on an examination table pulling at the paper sheet.

"Miss Briefs?" The voice was accompanied by a sharp knock at the door. The doctor popped her head into the room and smiled. "I have some of your test results back, and you will be happy to know that from the look of things you are in perfect health."

Bulma rolled her eyes and declared silently to give her herd of brooding ninnies a long lecture. "It wasn't anything I didn't know already, but thank you for confirming it for me."

The doctor sat down in a chair and set the folder on her lap. "How have you been feeling lately Miss Briefs?"

"If I have any complaint at all it's being so damn tired all the time, but when you rise with the sun and watch it beat you to bed, it's not all that surprising."

"Miss Briefs, we did find one thing in your results."

Bulma paled in shock. "But you just said I am in perfect health."

"And you are." The doctor looked up and locked eyes with Bulma. "Did you know you're pregnant?"

"I am..." Bulma swayed for a moment. "I am on the pill."

The doctor jumped to her feet and held Bulma up. "I take it you didn't know."

"I had no idea." Bulma's mind raced. There was no doubt as to who the father was. Vegeta was the only man she had been with in months. "I wasn't expecting... this."

"The pill isn't fool proof. When you have sex these things tend to happen." The doctor patted Bulma's shoulder. "I have taken the liberty of signing you up to see the OBGYN. So when you leave here you can make an appointment with the front desk."

Bulma reached out and grabbed her purse. All she wanted was to be alone to think things out. This was not something she had planned or expected.

Bulma nodded and slipped off the table. "I need to get home."

"Are you sure you can drive?" The doctor questioned. "I can call you a family member or a cab."

"No. I just need to be alone and think."

She walked out to her car in a trance. She could have made her appointment then, but she needed more time to deal with this sudden turn of events. She fumbled through her purse for her keys. Then, with trembling hands she unlocked the door. Bulma sat in her car. She didn't even bother trying to put the keys in the ignition. They just sat there on the seat next to her. There was too much on her mind at the moment to drive home safely.

She was pregnant. Bulma blinked and moved her hand to rest softly over her stomach. This was Vegeta's child, the child of an angel. Bulma was torn inside herself. She had not even prepared herself for becoming a parent. There was too much going on at Capsule Corporation for her to give any time or attention to a child. What was she going to do?

There was also Vegeta to take into consideration. In the entire time they had been together, even after he had become mortal, he had not mentioned children. Did Vegeta even want to be a father? Bulma didn't know what he thought of them. There were so many questions flying through her head that it was becoming nothing more than a loud buzz.

Bulma grabbed her head and leaned forward. What was she going to do? No, the question was what did she want to do about this?

"Oh, like I have very many options," she whispered. There was no way she would kill a child that she had made with Vegeta, therefore abortion was out the question. Plus, there was no way she could ever hide it forever. Vegeta and her father were eventually going to notice her expanding waistline. If they didn't, Bulma was sure the media would be more than happy to point out how fat she was getting. After all, since the MBG had been invented they were all over her. It had been a struggle just to keep Vegeta out of the papers.

She sat up and looked out the windshield at the blurry world. It was then she realized she was crying. Reaching up, she wiped away her tears. She choked back and wondered once again, what am I going to do?

No answered came to her. The only thing she knew was that under no circumstances was Vegeta to find out about the baby until she had her own thoughts sorted out. Once that was done, she could let him know that after only a month as a mortal he was going to become a father. Until that time, it had to remain a secret.