Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ For A Limited Time Only ( Chapter 32 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I awoke later with a sleeping prince still behind me, hand still over my stomach, and fear still eerily waiting to surface. I didn't what time it was or how long I had been sleeping, but the fact of the matter was that I was awake and he was asleep. Opening my eyes to scan the room, I noticed that the sun was no longer up letting an almost full moon illuminate the room.

I began to slowly move, seeing if my motions would wake him, and to my surprise, they didn't. I kept peering over my shoulder behind me to see if he would wake up, but when he let out a sigh and continued his deep sleep, I let myself relax. Swinging my legs over the bed, I began to tiptoe back towards the window.

The black curtains in his room flowed gently against the slight breeze coming in through the open doors as I stepped outside and let my bare feet touch the new material outside. A grainy texture under my feet, one I would think would be unpleasant but instead it seemed to massage my feet each time I took a step. When I made it to the railing, I brought my arms up to rest my forearms on its surface while I looked over Planet Vegeta.

He sure did have a view. The moon created gentle silhouettes of the buildings below, the few that they were. Even though they had an entire planet, there weren't too many buildings on it. Lot of lights in the distance, but nothing compared to my time on Earth. I remembered the second night Goku and I had slept in the hotel, I made my way outside and did the very thing I was doing now. As I stared into the nightlife, the streets continued to be busy all over. The lights seemed to illuminate the sky instead of the sky illuminating the city. Different noises that I planned on learning were bustling about beneath me while I looked at the glowing signs of various advertisements. I didn't know what the purpose of advertising was until I saw a giant cheeseburger displayed on one of the screens, that definitely made me want one. It made me notice here now that there was no propaganda or advertising of any sorts on this planet. They all just accepted that the world they knew was ruled over by one family and that would never change unless they were unable to produce an heir, then it would fall to the next in line as soon as that king would die.

Right now, prince Vegeta was in the next in line as soon as his father died and I figured that would be a lot sooner than everyone thought. He was power hungry, never was able to control the urge inside of him to calm the fuck down and let things happen naturally. He was definitely going to take over, so I didn't know why he wanted it so badly right now. He was a psychopath and control freak and I was surprised that no one else noticed it or just didn't care. As soon as the prince takes over, though, I knew this whole race would be fucked. It wasn't a bad thing and I definitely wasn't sad about that fact, but it would be a whole lot better if I was back on Earth when that happened.

My head cocked to the side when I heard rustling going on. Peering back inside of the room, all I saw was the literal tail-end of Vegeta walking into his personal bathroom, tail slashing each way before disappearing behind the wall. Do I stay here and attempt to climb down the balcony or do I go back inside? Both results ended in death for me, but one extended my life for a limited time. Leaning over the balcony, my decision was easily made when I noticed the very far drop to the ground with nothing to help me shimmy down. Taking my weight off of the balcony, I proceeded inside and sat on the bed.

It wasn't long until Vegeta made his way back out, devilish grin on his face as he walked toward me. I couldn't remember a time when he didn't have a shit-eating grin, maybe that was just his face.

"Why am I here?" I made my voice a notch above a whisper as he sat behind me. I was becoming concerned with how gentle he was being to me, I wasn't use to this from him. Goku, I got gentleness and tenderness all day, but Vegeta gave pain and resentment. I was thoroughly confused.

"Because I wish it." I felt his breath hit my neck with pressure from his head on my shoulder. He was being cuddly, which was definitely not something he normally did.

"But why like this?"

"You wish me to beat you?" His laughter made my body cringe. He was sadistic.

"No," I paused a moment before leaning back into him. The whole situation only reminded me of Goku, how gentle he would be, how he'd come up from behind me and hold me at any time of the day to give me comfort and remind me that I was his main priority to make happy. The pseudo feeling I was getting was also a false sense of security, but I couldn't help it. I was vulnerable and Vegeta was being somewhat human, so I was going to take advantage of it, plus it probably didn't hurt me either since Vegeta seemed to like compliance. "I'm just not used this." I refrained from adding 'from you' to the end, since I couldn't tell him how wonderful his nemesis was to me, playing my part of it all being Goku's idea to take me.

"The situation has changed." The tone in his voice was still as raspy as ever, but I didn't know what me meant by my situation changing.

"What do you mean?" I turned my head to look at him, only seeing his jawline.

"You are carrying my child." My body froze when the words left his mouth, feeling his hands wrap around me and place themselves on my stomach.

I didn't know how this could even be possible, I was just beaten to death multiple times and brought back, how was it that the apparent baby I was carrying had survived it? "But, how?' I could feel panic start to climb up my throat. My mind was going a million miles a minute, not sure what I was going to do. Was this a blessing or a curse? Why would he want a half breed child to rule since he was so prideful that his race was better than that or anyone, not wanting to mix the lines and make them dirty? I didn't know how to process.

"You want me to explain the act of sex and conception to you?" His tone less patient.

"No," I slowly turned my body to face him, his eyes cold with no ounce of any good in them, "You beat me to death multiple times, how would it have survived?" My brows narrowed, wanting an explanation of everything.

"That Namekian, when he brought you back he brought back our son." My face again dropped as I learned I was also having a boy. A boy only meant I was having a monster if Vegeta had anything to do with it. How was he so sure it was his? Did he do a blood test or did he assume Goku and I never had sex? This wasn't the time to find out.

"Our son…" I began to process again as I felt tears building up in my eyes. This explained why I felt sick every now and again and was so scatterbrained for the past couple of weeks. I was pregnant with a boy and unless he for sure knew it was his, it was a fifty-fifty chance he belonged to Goku. "Why do you want a half breed son?" I couldn't help but ask, it was a marvel he was allowing this all to happen. Why not just terminate it and have a full-blooded line?

"This will get me the thrown faster." His eyes were darker still, of course there was a motive behind keeping this boy inside of me alive.

"So, you'd rather rule sooner than have a legitimate heir?"

"You'd rather I kill it?"

Honestly, even if it was his I don't think I could handle him killing my son. It was a part of me and something I never thought I would have: a family. Would it be better for me to have him or better for me to not? Now that I knew he was in there, I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. Plus, since he was in there and Vegeta didn't want to kill him, my son was literally already saving my life. Be him Goku's or Vegeta's, he was a miracle. "No, I'd rather you not." I spoke honestly, "How far along am I?" I looked at the tiny bump on my belly, only figuring it to be bloated.

"Not sure, Saiyan and human pregnancies are different. Within the next couple of months, you'll have him and you'll start showing real soon." Monotone voice this time, completely not interested in the topic but humoring me so I would probably shut up.

"Alright," I exhaled, taking a moment to think about my near future. Would I die after birth? I doubt he would let me actually raise him which only heightened my stakes to get the hell out of here, and this time with my son. "And a name?"

"Vegeta." I felt stupid for asking, of course he wanted to name him after himself and his entire lineage before him. I would have to think of a name separately, determined to not be here when I had him and definitely not name him after Vegeta.

If I made it out of here with him and got back to my own father to do a blood test, would I allow my son to know his true father if it turned out to be the prince? Would I tell him how he was conceived and all of the horrible things that his father had done to me? Would I let him know that the only reason he was made was out of pure torture and rape and the only reason he was kept was to promote his sadistic father? I couldn't possibly imagine not telling him about his father, but I knew lying and saying that Goku was his blood father would be wrong.

Shaking my head slowly, I tried to get out of my thoughts. He had a shot at being Goku's child, and even if he wasn't, I was going to love him and this wasn't the time to worry about it. I wasn't guaranteed tomorrow even though I had a baby on board. I would have to play along and go with whatever the prince wanted. This was his show, and it wasn't my turn to take it over yet. "What does your father think about it?"

"He'll have no choice in the matter. Once I claim him, he will be the heir and it wont matter what he thinks." I studied his face as he spoke, the sick smile twisting to an even greater one.

"And what of me?"

"Play your cards right," he began before drifting his eyes to the window, "You'll be the main supply for his food and once he is weened, depending on how you act, I'll let you live." His eyes met mine, "But you'll never raise him." There he was, there was the ruthless Vegeta that I had come to know and resent. He was being nice to me so I would take care of his son.

"And what if I try to terminate him myself?" I shot back at him, disgusted by what he had just told me.

"I'll be king no matter what, but you have a choice here," He shifted my body back to face the window as he held me from behind, "you can either be a mother who has a baby or kills one. Wont effect my status one bit." His words echoed in my ears, feeling hot tears build up in my eyes and slowly slide down my face. He was right, not that I was ever even thinking of killing my son, he would be king no matter what and this boy was just a push closer to that direction.

He saw the planet, his home planet, creep into view as he stealthily approached it. It was only a matter of moments before he would sneak inside and try to find his woman. Being without her only solidified his feelings for her, she completed him and made him actually feel. Uncertain where he would have been had never met her, he was sure that since she was in his life, she would forever have to be there.

Walking towards the control panels to settle for a landing, he made sure he didn't set anything off as his ship descended towards the ground, gently landing on his home soil as he kept his ship's cloak on. When the ship's roar died down and the door slowly opened, Goku made sure to quickly exit and shut the door back up.

As he stood back on his planet, one he never thought he'd ever step foot on again, he looked up at the palace miles away in the moonlight, knowing Bulma was within its walls. Or at least hoping so, especially for Vegeta's sake. If he found out that the Prince had killed her, he would end him right then and there, he had the power to and he was not afraid of using it.

Flight was no option for Goku as he began to cautiously walk towards the structure, not wanting to get caught by any other Saiyan that might be in the premises. Their main security was in space, not too much on land since their spaceships were confident that they wouldn't let anything foreign hit their home planet without them intercepting or knowing. Such a failed system it was, but it only promoted Goku in this case.

The miles seemed long, knowing that at any moment Bulma could be killed, every second of her well being was jeopardized being in that palace. A sense of relief washed over him when he finally made it to the small city. Taking alleyways until he hit the palace, he noticed how small it actually looked to him. When he was younger, it used to look so big but now its walls were pathetic and sad. He smirked at the thought of this place once running his life and intimidating him, but that was before he understood who he was and his true potential and purpose. Looking up, he found Bulma's old room and began to quickly fly up to enter inside.

The room was familiar and filled with memories as he looked around it, immediately heading to the bed with messy sheets. She wasn't there. Heading into the bathroom, he noticed that she wasn't there either, just a broken mirror. His heart began to quicken at the thought of what might have gone down here. Turning his head, he made his way back to the window where he used to stand each and every morning to collect her, looking out the window to pinpoint where the Prince's chamber was. When he spotted it, he again zipped up to reach the balcony, surprised by the open window.

Out of sight from the door, he listened in and immediately relaxed when he heard Bulma's voice talking. She sounded calm, so he knew she wasn't immediately in danger right then and there, but when Vegeta's voice came through, Goku felt his body tense up. He sounded like his usual pompous self, but he had no indication that he planned on hurting her right then and there.

Listening in, he caught Vegeta telling Bulma that she was carrying his child. Stunned, Goku thought about it before shaking his head. If the child was his or Vegeta's, he would raise it no matter what. Bulma was his mate and this was not going to get in the way of that.

His temper rose when he heard Bulma speak about being beaten to death and brought back to life multiple times. White knuckles met his hands as he tried not to burst in there to kill the bastard, not knowing how close he was to Bulma, potentially killing her if he showed up. He could hear the concern in her voice but was trying his best not to burst in there and take what was his.

Slowly bringing his head to peak into the window, he could see just how close they were from a mirror across the room, showing their backs in plain view. His stomach sunk when he saw Vegeta wrapped around her like he belonged there. So close to her, close enough to kill her if he were to try anything. The sun would be up soon and he would be spotted if it rose.

Contemplating what he needed to do, he only had mere hours to make a plan that would safely extract Bulma from the Prince, but that was proving harder by the second as his sights continued on him wrapped around her. Any wrong move in his plan and this would all be for nothing, losing the most important thing to him that he had ever come to know.

Watching Bulma turn her head to look at Vegeta, he was relieved to see even just the side of her face. She seemed unharmed which was good, but her safety was only for a limited time. Hiding back completely on the balcony, hating that he couldn't see her anymore, he started to devise a plan. He had a short time and he needed to make every moment count.

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