Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bulma & Vegeta's Revelations ❯ Vegeta's Revelation ( Chapter 1 )

Hello everyone! This is a brief note on this one-shot story based on Vegeta's POV on his first time with Bulma. It is A/U, so if Vegeta seems OOC, don't leave it in a review! Anyone that does that without reading this first is a dum-dum! J And this is also my first songfic so please be gentle! DISCLAIMER: Dragonball Z and its characters are licensed by FUNimation and owned by Akria Toriyama.

Song 'I want to know' Sung by Joe (Lyrics in italics).

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Vegeta's Revelation

By Gokusgirl

I have been on this planet for too long.

I do not know what drives me crazier; the fact that Kakarott cannot be found or the fact that I'm living in a household full of insane people. No privacy, someone constantly in your face about something. If it hadn't been for the gravity machine that the woman's father made for me, I would have blown them and this measly planet up by now.

I try to keep my distance from them all, why should I hang around them? I am only here to train, to meet my lifetime goal of achieving the ranks of becoming a super Saiyan. But the longer I train; no matter how hard and intense it takes me…I sense a distraction around me always. But what?

The other night they had a celebration of some sort. These humans and their stupid traditions. They are always celebrating something. The woman's mother invited me; but I declined and stayed in the gravity machine that night. I could hear them laughing and carrying on all night…all over because that day was the day the woman was born. How bizarre! But at the same time I felt a twinge of guilt in my chest, a longing within me to join them. Bah! To hell with them and their party! I need no one!

The next night, I decided to cut my training short and eat dinner with the woman's family. To my surprise, she wasn't at the dinner table. She came downstairs in a lavender dress, twirling around in a circle. She swooned as she walked around the kitchen, prepared to go on a date with her dum-dum boyfriend. I noticed that the dress was low-cut and the back of it was very low, revealing her creamy white back. I don't know why but at that instant I felt a heat rise within me, an old familiar feeling I use to feel when I robbed and purged with Frezia and he offered me one of the pleasure slaves on his ship. For all those years I had let that feeling, and what an incredible one, be suppressed until now. The woman had on a fragrance that I inhaled as she walked by my chair, and it smelled so good that I nearly groaned out loud from it. I instantly caught myself thinking things about this woman that I never did before, and I felt the combined feeling of excitement and sickness. Bringing myself back to reality, I quickly jumped up from the dinner table and exited the room, leaving the others wondering about my abrupt behavior.

As I lay across my bed that evening, I tried to figure out why all of the sudden this woman was starting to arouse to me. That I couldn't deny. But she was whinny, and spoiled…and that mouth! So loud and demanding…with her lips, so full, red….and so sweet…what am I thinking? I go from insulting her to admiring her! I have been on this planet for too long. With my mind stirring with this never-ending dilemma, I fall asleep for the first time in weeks.

Someone hollering awakes me. I jolt upright in bed, looking around the dark room. My balcony doors are open, and the sounds are coming from outside. I get out of bed and go to the balcony to see what is going on. I creep up quietly so that whoever it is cannot see me. I look down, and of course it is the woman and her no-brain boyfriend. My finely sensitive Saiyan ears tune in to the conversation.

"Why are you doing this now Yamcha?" Bulma whined. "Don't you know I love you?"

"Bulma, it's best if we went our separate ways now." Yamcha said holding Bulma's hand. "You know I can never be a one-woman man. Even if you do forgive me."

"We can make it work," Bulma wailed in desperation.

"Bulma," Yamcha said pitifully as he turned away. "I don't love you like I used to…I've felt like this for sometime now. It's not fair for to continue this."

Bulma's lip began to quiver hearing this, and she gasped. She put her face in her hands and sobbed deeply. Yamcha turned around and grabbed her shoulders lightly, feeling ashamed for making her cry this way.

"Bulma, it's for the best. I never meant to hurt you this way. Never." Yamcha said in lowered tone. Not knowing what else to say, he released her and slowly walked down the driveway to his vehicle and drove off, leaving Bulma still standing there in utter ruin.

Upon observing this, I felt enraged that that idiot would do such a thing, and at the same time, I felt the same pain in my chest I never felt before for the woman, who is now devastated over the this break up. I suddenly felt the need to go to her, comfort her somehow. But that didn't last. I quickly return to my bedroom and shut my balcony doors. She knew he was scum to begin with, so let her deal with it! I will not comfort some weak female! I return to bed and growl with my frustration…my insomnia is back with a vengeance. Damn that baka woman!

Several days passed after the woman broke up with Yamcha. Although I train for several hours a day, I still haven't seen her around the house. I found myself yesterday wondering around in her laboratory, looking for her; maybe I could start an argument with her and piss her off for the day, which always enlightened me. But to no avail, she is not there. Why am I starting to feel sad because she is not around? I have definitely been on this planet too long.

I think of an idea. I tell her mother that I need repairs done to the gravity machine, and I need the woman. She tells me that she would ask her to come downstairs; she had been in her bedroom for days. So that's where's been. After twenty minutes of waiting for her in the backyard, she finally emerges from the house. She is walking slowly, her tool bag thrown over her left shoulder, and she looks quite disheveled. I raise a curious eyebrow to her appearance; she says nothing to my gesture.

"What's the problem, Vegeta?" She intoned with no emotion.

"Your stupid machine does not work, that is the problem, woman. And you are looking quite hideous than usual, I might add." I arrogantly state. She turns and glares at me, and I feel happy that she's about to curse me out. I feel content that for days now, I finally see her face.

"Vegeta…I am not for your shit. Tell me what is wrong with the damn machine or I'll go back inside…NOW!" Bulma shouted. Hearing that tone, I took it that she really wasn't in the mood for my banter. I grunt and walk inside the gravity room, with her following me. I sense she is still 'mourning' over her break up. I point out the item that needs to be fixed, something I could have repaired myself in minutes, and the look she gives me when I show it to her confirms this. She sets her tool bag down and begins to work, and I stand back and watch her. When she is finished, she stands and sighs deeply, looking at me.

"Will there be anything else your royal highness?" Bulma said in a smart tone.

"No…but if you continue to call me that, I'm going to expect you to bow down to me as you say it." I smugly say as I smile. She looks at me in disgust and storms off. I start to frown as she walks away, I why did I say those things? Isn't it enough that she is miserable already? I mentally kick myself for not saying something nice to her instead of insulting her. I make a mental note to say something nice to her the next time I see her.

A whole day passes before I see the woman again. I feel like a total wreck. It angers me so that this woman has this affect on me. I considered killing her on many occasions to remedy this problem I am having; but then I realize that maybe that wouldn't be a good idea, with her knowing so much about the gravity machine.

I am in the kitchen late that evening after training raiding the fridge. I hear her walking down the stairs yawning. I never turn around when I hear her footsteps enter the kitchen and stop, as if she was contemplating on turning around and high tailing it back to her room because I was there. She saunters in, and opens a cabinet to get a coffee mug. I try to act unconcerned of her persence, although deep down my heart is about to pop out of my chest and I'm sweating profusely. She sits down beside me at the table while I'm eating my sandwich, and never says a word. I decided to open the conversation up with the appropriate topic:

"Where's that idiot of a boyfriend of yours?" I ask.

"None of your damn business." Bulma replied sharply. She instantly gets up and starts to exit the kitchen when I get up from the table and stop her by grabbing her arm. She looks at me puzzlingly.

"Calm down woman, I didn't mean to pry. I just haven't seen him around lately." I say in a calm tone that even amazes me. She shakes her head as she turns back to sit down, and I sit down beside her again.

"He…well, we broke up." Bulma finally blurts out after a moment of silence. She never looks at me while she says this; it was like she was too embarrassed to admit that he didn't want her anymore. What a fool he was. She was all too quiet; I could tell that she was fighting back her tears. It was time I said something nice; I owed her that.

"Well that's his loss woman," I say after clearing my throat. Saying something nice is a rarity for me, and I needed to say something that would make her feel better about herself. "You need not cry over some dummy that wasn't faithful to you. You deserve better."

"He even waited until after my birthday to break up with me, like he was doing me a favor," Bulma said as she looked at me, her tears streaming down her face. "What a jerk!" She paused for a moment before rising from the table. "Who would want me now, I'm just a dried up old bird!" She began to sob again, this time with her head in her hands. My heart pains watching her beat herself up, so instinctively I stand and carefully embrace her. Her fragile arms encircle my torso, holding me even closer.

It's amazing how you knock me off my feet

Every time I come around you I get weak

I can smell her scent…so clean and sweet…her small frame so light and soft. I am in heaven. I hold her until she is finished crying, and she takes some deep breaths in my chest before her head rises and stares at me. I gaze down at her, her eyes all red and puffy, her cheeks wet from her tears. Without even thinking, my hand caresses her cheek, wiping away some of her tears. It seems like our faces are getting closer and closer, my Kami I feel like I'm going faint from this proximity. Our lips finally touch, ever so lightly. It was a soft touch the kiss was; and her lips feel just like I had dreamed…soft as rose petals. I felt as though I had waited all my life for this... that everything in my life ultimately led up to remarkable moment.

No body ever made me feel this way

You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away

So I want to know

Suddenly the moment gets weird, and I can sense the confusion within her about my sudden contact with her. We break our embrace and kiss and silently as we stare at one another.

"Thanks for the shoulder to cry on." Bulma in wonderment said as she wiped her face, a her features looking near faint from the kiss we shared. She turned and walked back upstairs slowly. She leaves me standing there, with my head spinning and my lions on fire. My lips are still numb from our first kiss. I felt the urge to run upstairs behind her and take her in my arms, and make her realize that someone does want her and need her…but I felt that that move would prove to be too brute for her. I must have her tonight; tonight I would claim her and make her mine. But how?

I want to know

I want to know what turns you on

I want to know

So I can be all that and more

I want know

I want to know what makes you cry

So I can be the one that always make you smile

About an hour later, I find myself standing at the woman's door. The house is quiet, everyone has retired to bed for the evening. I'm taking deep breaths, and I find it almost impossible to knock on the door. After finding enough nerve, I finally knock. I wait a minute, and then I knock again…harder. I hear her shuffle to door, and she unlocks and opens it. She is wearing a long dark robe, and her eyes were groggy with sleep until she realizes who was standing there, and they widen with what I could guess was surprise and shock.

"V-Vegeta?" Bulma whispers.

"I have something to give you." I firmly say, and I extend my hand out and give her this small bag. She stares at my hand for a moment, not sure if she wants to take it. I'm not sure if I want to give it away, either. She finally takes the bag, and looks up at me, confused.

"What is it?" Bulma says as she unties the top and opens it gradually.

"It's what you call a 'gift', for the day you were born." I say trying to remain calm. She looks up at me again, this time with surprise that I did this. "Don't expect me to apologize for giving it to you so late." Knowing now that it is a gift, she literally tears the bag open to find out what it is. It almost sickens me that after all these years; I'm giving this away…

Girl he never understood what you were worth

And he never took the time to make it work

She reaches into the bag and pulls out this shinny greenish jewel. Her jaw drops at the mere site of it. Her delicate fingers run all over the stone, inspecting its beauty. It is about the size of a small golf ball, and the way it shines, even in the dark, fascinates her. I am pleased she is impressed. I mentally let out a sigh of relief.

"It's beautiful Vegeta!" Bulma shouts. She covers her mouth as she peered her head out her door, looking left and right, wondering if she woke up the house with her outburst. She giggles and steps back into her room, and motions for me to enter. I hesitate for a split second, and only for that split second, mind you. I knew that once I cross that threshold, she would be mine. That everything would change for us forever. I walk in and she closes the door behind her. I hear her turn the lock on the door. My heart is about to pound out of my chest. Does she know what I am here for? Does she feel the same way?

Baby I'm the type of guy who shows concern

Anyway that I can please you let me learn

So I want to know..

"Where did you get this?" Bulma asked smiling from ear to ear.

"That was the most valuable stone on Planet Vegeta, like the diamond is here on earth," I say as I look down at it in her hands. "I have had it with me…all my life. And now it is yours."

"I can't accept this," Bulma said sadly. "This is a part of you…of who you are. This is all you have left of your planet…your memories-"

"-Are with me forever," I say as I walk closer to her. "I will never forget who I am and where I came from. Planet Vegeta, and this stone, is something that I have to put behind me now. It is time I start making new memories…and besides, I think that this stone is perfect for you…it is as precious and beautiful as you are. It's only right."

I wish that I could take a journey through your mind, alright

And find emotions that you always try to hide babe

She is moved at what I am saying, because she lets out this dreamy sigh as she takes the jewel and encloses in her hand and holds it close to her heart. She is sniffing, and looking closer at her, I can tell she is crying…again. A look of concern sweeps across my face, and she shakes her head as one of her hands reach out and touch my chest.

"No…I'm crying this time because I am happy that you unselfishly gave up something that was so close to you. And you did it all for me. Thank you Vegeta." Bulma said as she stepped closer. I swear the room is so silent at this time that I can hear my heart thump loudly. A smile inches across her lips as the hand that lies on my chest reach up to caress my cheek; and she marvels at the very touch of it. "Do you want to make new memories…with me?" She asked in a seductive tone.

I do believe that there's a love you want to share

I'll take good care of you lady, have no fear

So I want to know…

"I would like to try, woman." I reply gruffly. She is now pressed close against me, and I can feel her breasts rub up against my chest. I try to control my breathing as our lips meet again for the second time this evening, and I'm hoping that it won't be the last. Finally letting go, I let out a low growl as I grab her even closer and kiss her deeply. She returns the kiss with equal passion, and her hands are now sliding down my back. My kisses lead down to her neck, and I have overwhelming urge to bite her there. Before I could push the idea out my mind, I bite down hard on the side of the neck. She let out a little squeal, and her hands grasped me tighter. I get so excited doing this that I don't even realize I have broken the skin, and I am literally lapping up the small amount of blood that comes from the bite. I hear her whimper, and she's trembling. She tastes so sweet, and I am urged to bite her again. But I finally stop the ministrations on her neck and look up at her. She looks surprised that I bit her; but she has an awkward look of approval on her face as if she understood why I did it. I slowly reach down and untie her robe, and when I open it up, she is wearing nothing. I gasp at the sight; I wasn't prepared for what I saw. She grabs the robe's opening and covers herself, thinking I was displeased.

"You don't like what you see?" Bulma whispered with disappointment seeping in her voice.

"I didn't expect you to be naked woman," I assure her. "But of course I like what I see…you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on."

She starts to smile with my comment, and she falls back into my arms. For a moment, we both stand there and embrace each other tightly; it was like we were both so glad that this moment had come. I inhale the sweet scent of sleep in her hair as my face is buried in it; and my hands run along her smooth sides ever so carefully…I wanted this moment to last forever. But the instinctive heat rising from my groin proves otherwise. I must have her, now.

I quickly grab her up and carry her to her bed. As I lay her across, we are both engrossed in our kisses. The robe falls open, revealing the woman's beauty. My gods, she looks so fragile, I am afraid I may hurt her by the slightest touch. Her body, creamy white, almost illuminates with the moonlight that cascades through her bedroom window. Her breasts are full and ripe; and they stand at attention for me. The nipples are dark pink and budding up. I eagerly capture one in my mouth, and she lets out a moan. I taste the salt on her skin, and it is mixed with something I cannot place…but its combination is intoxicating. My hand wanders up to the neglected breast, and I rub it in circles, paying great attention to the nipple. She grabs my head with both hands when I do this, and she moans out loud again.

I leave her breasts, and I hear a whimper of protest. There is so much more to come, little one. My kisses lead down across her abdomen, and I hear her say something inaudible. I reach her naval, and I slowly kiss it, dipping my tongue in and out. I feel her body quake with excitement with every move I make…she is still holding on to my head and I feel her hands try to push me further down. She's quite an assertive little thing. I grant her wish, and my kisses fall between her legs, but not quite at the point she wants me. I kiss her inner thighs, and all around her womanhood all accept the very heat of her. Her scent is driving me crazy, and I want to devour her right now. But I wanted to take my time. Her whimpers are starting to get louder, and I fear she is going to wake up the household if I did not give her what she wants. With one motion, I grab her by her buttocks and raise them up to meet my hungry mouth, and my tongue flicks her clit. She screams out my name as I continue; and her legs wrap around my shoulders tightly.

I start to suck deeply on her hot throbbing flesh, and her juices taste so sweet that I suck harder to get more from her. I feel her left leg shake violently, and she is moaning and shouting that she is about to come. Almost instantly I feel body pulsate, and my mouth is flooded with her sweet juices. I think I could drink from her for days. When her orgasm subsides, I feel her legs relax around me. I look down at her, and she is lying there, all limp, her eyes closed and her hands above her head. I slowly rest the lower half of her body down on the bed, and I quickly undress.

I crawl into the bed with her, and I climb on top of her. The feeling of her skin against mine is nearly too much to bear. We are face-to-face and her eyes are now wide open with aspiration. I ground my hips into hers, feeling my erection massage against her soft skin, as if I was silently asking her permission to continue. She replies by opening her legs, and I descend down between them. I position myself against her entrance and I hold my breath. I don't know why I want to be so careful with her; the feeling I have is almost like fear. Fear is an emotion I never felt before; and I have this fear of hurting her. But she is so delicate, so tiny, and so fragile. I could never live with myself if I did her any harm. Suddenly I am brought out of my trance with the woman's voice. She is looking up at me in concern, and she is rubbing my shoulders.

"…Vegeta?" Bulma says in a whisper. "Is there something wrong?"

I look down at her lovely vision and I smile to reassure her. "It's nothing," I say quietly. "Are you ready to play, little one?" She eagerly nods, and with one slow motion I slide inside her. She lets out a relieving sigh as I enter. She is everything I had dreamed and more…hot, tight and wet. I can feel myself throbbing inside her with an ravenous hunger. It then occurs to me that it has been years since I was last with a female, and I probably wouldn't last in this condition. I start off with slow, mind blowing thrusts. I feel that even this is too much for me. I can feel her squirm under me, and she lets out a hiss of frustration. I know she wants more, so I grab her hips to keep her in place and I increase my motion.

She is digging her nails deep into my back as I plunge deeper into her. We are both drenched in each other's sweat, and she is squeezing me tighter and tighter with each stroke. I feel her gradually coming to her release, and she is calling out my name. It seems like a dream being with her, a dream I never want to wake up from.

"Oh, yes Vegeta…harder! Give it to me harder!" Bulma howls as her head falls back on the pillows. I began to piston out of her in a lustrous speed until I suddenly feel her hands slide down to the small of my back. I gasp as I feel her fingers find my tail spot, and she massages it deeply. I feel my whole body jolt from my head to my toes. For the first time in my life I shout out the woman's name, and I feel my orgasm approach with such force that it nearly kills me. The room spins, and I collapse on top of her as I spill the last of my seed inside her (I know that sounds corny. ^_^). We both lay there, catching our breaths as we both come back to reality. The woman regains her senses before I can; and I can feel her hand sliding up and down my sweaty shoulders. I finally come to, feeling like I just fought the final battle. I had no idea that she would make me feel this way. I let out a small groan and I finally start to move off of her. She tightens her legs around me in an attempt for me to stay, and I look down at her.

"I'm okay…you can stay right there." She says sweetly. I lay back down where I was, laying my head in nook of her right shoulder. I put my arms around her and I began to explore her body quietly before I speak.

"That was a very dangerous thing, touching me there." I warned her, talking about my tail spot. She chuckles.

"I knew you liked it…you just wasn't prepared for it, that's all." She said as she kissed me on the nose. "Vegeta?"

"Yes, woman?"

"That was good first memory…don't you think?"

I have to smile hearing that. "Yes…I would say that was." I look up at her and we kiss.

This is the same person, who I hated, or at least I thought I hated all those months. It is ironic when you find comfort in the ones you least expect. Bulma was now seen in a different light to me now. What we share now is something I will forever cherish, and I am grateful. I now want to protect her, to comfort her, and do anything to please her now. I have never felt so content in all my life, lying here with the woman that I will always love.

I have been on this planet too long.

Thank Kami.

- Fin -