Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma's Tail ❯ Troubled Thoughts ( Chapter 12 )

Dragonball Z? No I don't own it

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Chapter 12

Troubled Thoughts

In the morning the cool dew clouded through the forest. Two figures were curled up in blissful slumber. The woman with blue hair shivered as she awoke. Getting up quickly and running to the warmth of the small capsule house. Bulma was mindlessly cursing at herself. Sure sex with Vegeta had been wonderful. She was still throbbing from her experience last night. The intended bike ride today would be uncomfortable. She ran to get herself clean.

She was slightly annoyed that she'd crumbled so quickly. *Who knew dirty talk was a turn on?* She mused to herself. She blushed again as she remembered what Vegeta had whispered to her. It had been disgustingly explicit, with words even she thought twice about using. It was also irritating that she'd was too caught up in the sex she'd forgotten the condom.

*Great and now I'll be pregnant to a guy that can only insult you.* She turned the water up to its highest setting. Determined to burn off the smell that clung to her. True she might not be pregnant; she could just get the morning after pill and forget about it.

"Woman, I hope you're not using all the hot water." Vegeta shouted into the house.

"Oh sure thing your majesty." Bulma muttered turning off the taps. She'd only wanted a quick shower. She stomped out of the shower room.

Vegeta had sat down at the small breakfast bar. He was making eating the bread Bulma had bought for morning toast.

"The shower's free." Bulma said more to herself. She was too busy thinking about babies. There was a high chance she could get pregnant. If she took the pill it would stop it happening. She clung onto her head. A headache was beginning to make itself known. It had started that dull throbbing that was her first sign. There was just too many decisions.

Bulma watched the naked Vegeta waltz past her. He was definitely strutting like he'd made a conquest. It made her smile for five seconds before reality dragged her back.

*What am I going to do? Tail, no tail? I could wish Vegeta to tell me he loved me. . . no that wouldn't be right. Pill, no pill? Arrgh I could ignore it and hoped it went away. I am getting on a bit; a baby would be nice.* Bulma tried envisage herself trying to care for a child. She couldn't even get up for work on time.

She suddenly had a thought of carrying a miniature Vegeta. Her child could turn out exactly like the Saiyan prince. Though she did admit to herself, Vegeta as a baby sure was cute. She giggled as the imaginary child cried and called her names. Vegeta's child sure would be a handful. *Hey I might be lucky, and I'm not pregnant. Then again the way this week has gone it sure wouldn't surprise me.*

She slowly got dressed, drying her tail carefully with a towel. It was such fine fur that a hair dryer turned it puffy. *Maybe I should have kept my perm.* Bulma laughed again imaging a puffball tail and hair. *Now I'm getting delirious.*

Her personal amusement was interrupted. "Woman, stop giggling it's giving me a headache."

Bulma looked up to see a wet Vegeta. His manhood covered by a towel. Bulma inwardly pouted, she liked having him naked and walking around.

"If you must know I'm trying to think. I just thought of something funny that's all." She turned her back to him. Determined not to ogle at him.

"That must be hard work all that thinking." Vegeta sneered. "Is this the first time in days you've actually thought."

"I'm not answering your bait Vegeta. I know you like me." Bulma smiled as she saw his face scowl at her.

"I said no such thing. Our agreement is over, we are nothing but ...acquaintances." Vegeta said hoping to slide past the uncomfortable pause. He couldn't call Bulma a friend, nor lover, acquaintance would be enough.

Bulma hissed as her anger rose. "Fine... if that's how you want to play it." She said each word carefully and controlled. Walking out of the house she turned to him. "We're leaving soon get dressed unless you want to get encapsulated."

Vegeta grunted and did as he was told. He knew she wasn't happy but what did she expect; hugs and sunshine? Vegeta's stomach lurched as he thought what would happen if he was nice to her. He'd throw up if he had to sprout that flowery garbage like on that television. Vegeta walked out into the misty forest.

Bulma had packed up her bag. Looking at her radar. Her blue tail swiping back and forth. She wasn't concentrating on the radar, just deep in thought. There was a dragonball to the west. She clicked the top button. About 30 miles from their camp. It wouldn't be long now. By the end of the day she would get her wish.

"So where too?" Vegeta asked folding his arms.

"30 miles in that direction." Bulma said pointing. She quickly got up and encapsulated the tiny house. "We should be done by the end of the day." Bulma waited for a reaction from Vegeta. Nothing, his face stayed still like stone.

"I'll be back to normal in time for dinner." She continued still watching his face. There was a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth but that could be a sneer. "Anything you want to say?"

Vegeta looked right into her blue eyes. "Lets get this over with woman. I have training to do. The more time you spend chatting the less time we've got." Bulma started up her bike. It was going to be uncomfortable because of last night. She could survive she wasn't going to show Vegeta any weakness.

*Stupid saiyain, not even telling me what he thinks. * She sped up weaving through the trees. Vegeta flew above the treetops, carefully keeping an ariel view on Bulma. Her bike was made specially for this kind of speed and manoeuveres. The side air brakes helping steer through the dense forest. She got so caught up in the ride she forgot about the dragonball. She glanced at the radar around her neck. She realised she'd gone too far north. She veered west going faster to make up for lost time.

The undergrowth was getting thicker. Bulma moved up higher to compensate. Now she was fighting branches as well as trees. *Good idea Bulma. Put this in your notch of successful ideas this week.*

"Woman, what are you doing?" Vegeta shouted down to her. Bulma didn't respond she'd just found harder to steer through the obstacales. She decided to slow down.

"Vegeta I might be in a bit of trouble....AIEEE!!" Just as Bulma finished her sentence the forest cleared and drop appeared. There was also a very large and angry pterodactyl. Bulma jumped off her bike letting it collide with the flying dinosaur. The dino-bird tumbled down the cliff.

A stunned Bulma watched it fall along with her favourite bike. She was slightly unsure why she wasn't going with it. Then she felt the strong arms around her. *Vegeta saved me.* She looked up into those deep dark eyes. He seemed angry with Bulma as he took the radar off her.

"Heh, it shouldn't happen to a girl twice." She said meekly. Vegeta just snorted and flew on. As Bulma watched his features her eyes dropped to his neck. There was a red indentation on his neck. *Oh no, last night when I was (ahem) enjoying myself I muffed myself on his neck. I actually made a mark! A bite mark! Oh crap, I bet he hasn't noticed or else I would be dead right now. Oh shit, oh shit, oh...* Bulma swore and cursed to herself as Vegeta followed the radar.

Completely unaware of Bulma's discovery. He knows he looks good so he never checked himself in the mirror. Bulma clung to him, whiter than usual. She knew it was going to be a long day.

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Authors Note: Again with the cliffhanger; I know. I just... can't .... help myself.

*Mz D runs away now to get the next chapter out before the lynch mob comes.*