Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterflies & Hurricanes ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.16.2016 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 537 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.16.2016 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 537 | Status: Work In Progress
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Butterflies and Hurricanes
Summary: After the death of Frieza, birth of Trunks and their bond stronger than ever, Vegeta and Bulma are faced with the challenge of what to do next: Return to Vegeta-sei together or for Vegeta to return on his own and return for his mate and heir once all potential threats have been removed? Can they face a potential volatile situation with both known and unknown threats and keep their family together and their union strong or will outside forces drive them apart?
CHAPTER 1
Change everything you are and everything you were. Your number has been called.Fights, battles have begun, revenge will surely come. Your hard times are ahead.
Best, you've got to be the best. You've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard.Your time is now.
Don't let yourself down.Don't let yourself go.Your last chance has arrived.
Best, you've got to be the best. You've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard.Your time is now…
~Butterflies and Hurricanes- Muse
Vegeta had been sitting on top of a high plateau for the last several hours. He loved this spot. He could sit and think in peace and quiet while overlooking the underdeveloped population of the planet Callisto for hours on end; or at least until Kakarott showed up to bother him. Either/or.
He had dismissed his former First Lieutenant hours ago. His intent on coming up here to think long and hard about which choices he had to make had been cut short when the younger Saiyan had shown up, insisting on discussing his plans with him. They had made no leeway after discussing what to do for over an hour. In the end, they had decided to agree to disagree for the moment. They did not need to commit to a plan at this exact moment and both agreed that whatever they decided to come up with would have to be a firm plan that everyone agreed on.
For the most part.
That was the major dilemma at the moment; agreeing on a plan that would make everyone happy. He had relented on his decision earlier this evening in a moment of weakness while in Bulma’s presence, hence the reason he had fled to the highest platform the planet had to offer in an effort to re think things and to be sure he was making the right choice. The way he felt was that there was no right choice.
Vegeta wanted to leave the women here on Callisto where they would be safe while he and Kakarott returned to Vegeta-sei to settle matters there. Once that was done and it was safe, they would return for their mates and their brats and bring them to Vegeta-sei. In Vegeta’s mind that was the best option.
Unfortunately, Bulma, Kakarott and Kakarott’s mate, Chi-Chi did not feel the same way on the matter. While Kakarott understood the potential risks and reasons for his decision and agreed that it would not be safe for Bulma, he did not want to leave his own mate and child behind; neither would he let Vegeta return on his own to face whatever it was that would be waiting for him.
Vegeta had filled Kakarott in on the conversation he had had with his father several weeks back. Both of them agreed that if King Cold was now threatening Vegeta-sei it would be unwise for Vegeta to arrive on his own. King Vegeta had proved time and again that he would strike whatever deal necessary with the Ice-jin king if it meant keeping his own hyde and position safe. Both agreed that if he went back, they had to go together.
As he sat there, weighing out his options and considering several scenarios. His mind drifted back to the events earlier that evening.
Flashback
“Vegeta, you’re not leaving without us.” Bulma said firmly to him, her hands on her hips and her face set in a determined scowl.
“What,” he snorted. “You do not trust me?”
“Yes, Vegeta. I trust you with my whole heart.” She replied with a frown and crossing her arms. “I don’t trust them. I don’t trust your father, I don’t trust Asia and I don’t trust any of those men on your father’s council.”
“Neither do I, Woman.” He said. “That is why I am leaving you and Trunks here until I sort things out over there and I know that you will both be safe.”
“But who knows how long that will even take, Vegeta.” She objected. “It could take weeks, months, maybe even years for you to figure it all out and make it right!”
“Then so be it,” he sighed. “I will be able to focus and concentrate on things better without you and Trunks around.”
“Will you?”
“Yes. If you both remain here, I will know that you are both safe. On Vegeta-sei, I will be in constant worry.”
“Alright, but if something happens to us there, you will know through the bond and will be able to come for us right away. If something happens here, you’re what, a week away? At least! By then who knows what will have happened.” She said. “I would feel so much safer knowing you are close by if I need you. I won’t distract you, I promise. I know you have a lot to do and deal with once you return; I get that, but don’t leave us here.”
Vegeta nodded, taking in her point of view; he knew it was a very valid point. It was the only reason he was still arguing about it with her instead of just leaving and doing what he wanted. What if she was right? What if something happened and he was not here to protect her and his son? Could he forgive himself? Probably not. Especially since she was adamantly against him leaving without them.
“Please, Vegeta,” she said, reaching for his hand. “I love you and I want to support you in every way that I can. I can’t do that if we’re separated.”
He took her hand and looked down at it. Once again, he thought about how fragile and breakable she was in comparison to him. He could crush her and end her life in a split second if he so wanted. That meant that anyone on his planet could take her out easily as well, before he even would have a chance to react and come to her rescue should that scenario even present itself.
The thought sickened him.
However, he did understand her argument that should something happen to her here, she would be absolutely helpless and he being so far away would not be able to come to her aid. As it was they were extremely lucky that they had not been discovered on Callisto.
His father hadn’t mentioned how or where he’d learned of Bulma’s survival and him being with her. He assumed it would have been Tonga. &n bsp;
They had spent a few months there after their initial arrival. It was warm and beautiful and isolated for the most part. It had been exactly what they had both needed after everything they’d been through.
For the first time ever, they’d been able to just relax and enjoy one another without fear or worry about whatever loomed in the future. He had put all his concerns and fears of returning to Vegeta-sei on the back burner and had focused solely on the short time of bliss they were able to have.
Instead of showing Bulma around the universe like he had originally intended, they had just remained on Tonga, unbothered. However, they still would have to head down to the main continent from time to time for food and basic amenities as needed. It would not have surprised him if that was how his father had found out about them. What did surprise him was that nothing had been done and his father seemed to have had no knowledge of her pregnancy when he had contacted him.
“I’m serious, Vegeta,” she said. “It’s a bad idea for you to go alone and leave us here.”
“I realize that, Woman but it is also a bad idea bringing you and Trunks with me. My father specifically warned me to not bring you back with me. He does not know about Trunks so far as I was able to tell, but he will be seen as nothing more than an abomination. You both will be walking targets the moment the ship lands.”
Bulma sighed. “I get that, but that’s also what your father wants. He wants to separate us.”
“Then so be it,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “I will not listen to a word he has to say. I will have no one else as my chosen if that is what you fear. You are my life mate.”
“I know that,” she said. “It’s not you that I don’t trust. It’s them. Every time we go our separate ways, either intentionally or not, things take a turn for the worse. What if once you land there he sends spies or hunters to come after us? Then what? He will use us against you.”
Vegeta nodded at her. Maybe she was right. How long until his father’s spies and scouts discovered her and his son here? If that happened, he knew his father would use them against him as a bargaining tool. He could not let that happen either. He sighed heavily to himself in disgust at the weakness he had created in allowing himself to form any kind of emotional attachment to her in the first place. Now it wasn’t just her he had to look out for but a son as well.
His father’s stern council from long ago echoed through his mind: “If she is anything more to you than a bed slave, put her down now and be done with it. Never form a bond with her and most importantly, never get her with child.” He hadn’t listened and had gone and done both, but didn’t regret it. If he could go back and change it, he wouldn’t. If he could change anything, he may want to change that they’d had a son so soon but he couldn’t say he would change anything else. Upon further thought, he decided he wouldn’t even change that if he could.
Trunks was a really good baby. And his power strength was already promising. He could not wait for the day when he could begin training with him! He would teach his son everything he knew about combat and tactics. He had no doubt in his mind that his son would be as brilliant as his mother and as strong as he himself was.
He would be hard on the boy as his father had been on him during those early training sessions. He wanted his son to be strong, fearless and resilient; not coddled, soft and sheltered. He would have to be capable of protecting his mother in the event that he needed to go off planet and she could not accompany him as well as if something did happen to him. She would be protected.
Trunks would be everything he wasn’t and would be the finest warrior and ruler Vegeta-sei would ever see; he would make sure of it. He would be proud to leave the throne to his son once he had cleaned up the mess his father had made. Once things were in order and his son strong and mature enough to handle it, he would be very happy to step aside early and live out his life with Bulma.
“Hey,” she said, squeezing his hand and bringing him of his thoughts. “What are you thinking?”
“About how I am going to keep your weak ass safe on Vegeta-sei.” He grumbled, though thankful she had brought him out of his thoughts. He was thinking too far ahead of himself.
“Awe! Really?” she cooed. “So you’ll take us with you instead of leaving us here?”
“Hmmn,” he nodded affirmatively.
Bulma pulled him in a tight embrace. “Thank you. I love you, Vegeta.”
“Uh-huh,” he sighed and brushed his lips against hers, wanting to dismiss the subject at hand. He still wasn’t sure that bringing her with him was the best idea. He only did not wish to discuss it and argue over it any more. It had been a constant battle between them since they had arrived back on Callisto to visit her parents, Kakarott and his mate and new brat and let them all meet Trunks.
She kissed him back hungrily, leaning herself into him. He hadn’t taken her since over a month before she’d birthed Trunks. She missed him and their physical intimacy. As she kissed him, she brushed her fingers across his tail, which was firmly wrapped around his waist. She kept one hand on his tail, stroking it lovingly while she let her other hand wander down lower, cupping his manhood outside his tight training pants.
“No,” he sighed against her mouth as he kissed her back, taking her hand away from his crotch and lacing his fingers with hers.
“Why not?” she asked with a hurt frown. “I’m fine, Vegeta. It’s been over ten weeks. I’m not sore.”
“I know,” he sighed, pulling her closer to him and burying his face in the side of her neck; the scent of her arousal nearly unbearable to him.
“Then what’s the issue?” she asked, feeling almost offended. This would be the third time in recent weeks he had turned her down and had not given her a reasonable explanation; it was starting to hurt her. Did he not want her anymore? Was he repulsed by her body now that it had slightly changed after childbirth?
“Hardly,” he answered, pulling her against him tightly so that she could feel the evidence of his arousal.
“If that’s not it, then what is it?” she asked.
“I do not want to risk getting you with child again, Woman.” He said. “That planet where you birthed Trunks did not know of your race and was not comfortable administering you a contraceptive shot. Until I know that there is no risk of another potential pregnancy, I will refrain. That is all.”
Bulma nodded in acceptance. She understood and wasn’t too anxious to go through another pregnancy and delivery any time soon either. “You could have just told me that,”
“Hmmn,” he grunted.
She smiled deviously at him as she continued to stroke his tail, this time with a purpose.
“Woman,” he growled at her, a deep scowl taking over his features.
“Hmmmm?”
“Just what do you think you are doing?”
“You know, there are other ways we can pleasure one another,” she shrugged, stroking his tail with both her hands now. “We just need to get creative.” She said suggestively, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Vulgar woman!” he exclaimed, letting the length of his tail slide through her fingers, removing it from her grasp.
“Come on, Vegeta,” she whined.
He smirked at her and pulled her closely to him and crashed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply as his tail began to wrap itself leisurely around her waist.
She was so absorbed in kissing him, she hadn’t even noticed the end of his tail slowly beginning to creep in slowly down the front of her pants. She sighed loudly as she felt it suddenly brush against her clit and travel further, brushing against her wet folds; teasing her slowly.
“Oh,” she moaned as he continued to kiss her and let his tail brush slowly against her most sacred place teasingly.
He smirked against her mouth as he retracted his tail out from inside her pants and wrapped it securely around his waist again before picking her up bridal style and carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Krillin had left and moved into a smaller home, leaving his larger home to Bulma’s parents. It was large and spacious; three bedrooms upstairs which Bulma’s mother had decorated the master bedroom for them and a baby room right next to theirs. The third room was an office where Bulma and her father could work on plans for whatever struck them. On the main floor there was a massive kitchen, much to Bunny’s liking, as well as two other bedrooms. The main floor was where Bulma’s parents stayed.
Kakarott and Chi-Chi hadn’t wanted Bulma and Vegeta to leave, but now that both families had expanded so much in such a short time, the small house the four of them had once shared seemed no longer practical. At least both homes were of walking distance from one another. The women kept in close touch and allowed their infants to interact.
Vegeta carefully placed her on the bed and began ravaging her mouth; keeping one hand entwined with hers and slid the other down the front of her pants and slipped two fingers inside her and began to move them in and out of her urgently.
Bulma arched her body against his hand, wanting and wishing for so much more from him, but understood the risk. For now this would have to do. She ran one hand through his thick hair and travelled the other down along his chest and abdomen before slipping it into his pants, gripping him boldly.
He growled in his need and jerked his hips against her hand; he had missed the physical aspect of their relationship as well. When it came to that, they were both nearly insatiable.
They were completely lost in each other when a loud wail from the other room abruptly pulled them both out of their lustful journey for fulfillment.
Vegeta sat up and away from her, growling in irritation. “Go and see to your child.”
“Now, now,” she sighed. “He’s your child too, you know.”
“And nothing more than a nuisance,” he growled, readjusting his tight pants.
“Well, being that he is your son, it’s no small wonder he’s probably hungry. Wait here,” She said, getting up out of bed but leaning into him, cupping the side if his face with her hand, holding back a giggle at the angry pout on his face. “I won’t be long.”
“Hmmn. I am going to train,” he grunted. “Do not wait up for me.”
“Alright,” she sighed heavily and turned away, leaving him alone in their room to go tend to Trunks before the whole planet was awakened by his shrill wail.
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily in frustration as he sat on the side of their bed by himself for a few moments, waiting until Trunks had stopped crying before getting up to leave.
He slowly made his way down the hall before stopping briefly by Trunks’ room, peering in carefully and quietly, not wanting to disturb either one of them. He watched Bulma intently as she expertly wrapped up the infant and sat down in a small chair next to his crib before unbuttoning her top to allow the hungry half-Saiyan infant access to his meal. Trunks latched on to her immediately, greedily sucking away.
“Hey, slow down, you.” She softly scolded him, rocking him gently in an effort to settle him down so that he would not ingest too much and either spit it back up at her or choke on it.
Vegeta watched them with keen interest. He knew if he left for Vegeta-sei without them he would miss them. How much else would be miss? It never occurred to him until now that he would miss seeing them both every day. That it could possibly take him months to be in a position that he would be comfortable enough that bringing them would not be endangering their lives; how much would he miss in that time that he was gone? He was not sure the rate at which human infants progressed and matured, but he knew that Saiyan infants progressed rapidly. Seeing how Trunks already had immense strength, he had every reason not to believe that he would not mature quickly as well. In his mind, he would be expecting him to be walking soon, which meant that his training would need to start soon. Who would do that if he was gone?
In the months leading up to Trunks’ birth, he had been looking forward to training with Trunks. He had wanted to start with him at an early age; begin teaching him how to manipulate and control his ki, how to be mindful of and reign in his amazing strength so that he would not accidentally hurt his mother. He had been hoping to begin teaching him to spar once he was able to walk. How could he do any of that if he was gone? If it took him several months or even a year to straighten things out, then what would he do? His son wouldn’t even know him. He wasn’t sure why the thought of that bothered him so much, but it did.
Bulma looked up and smiled at him as he stood there watching them.
He nodded at her briefly before turning to leave and stalk off outside. He needed to think on things seriously before he made a decision.
-0-0-0-
Vegeta finally stood up from where he had been sitting all this time. It was near morning; the sun would be peeking up within a few hours. He decided he had made up his mind.
He would return to Vegeta-sei either with Bulma and Trunks at his side or not at all.
Butterflies and Hurricanes
Summary: After the death of Frieza, birth of Trunks and their bond stronger than ever, Vegeta and Bulma are faced with the challenge of what to do next: Return to Vegeta-sei together or for Vegeta to return on his own and return for his mate and heir once all potential threats have been removed? Can they face a potential volatile situation with both known and unknown threats and keep their family together and their union strong or will outside forces drive them apart?
CHAPTER 1
Change everything you are and everything you were. Your number has been called.Fights, battles have begun, revenge will surely come. Your hard times are ahead.
Best, you've got to be the best. You've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard.Your time is now.
Don't let yourself down.Don't let yourself go.Your last chance has arrived.
Best, you've got to be the best. You've got to change the world and you use this chance to be heard.Your time is now…
~Butterflies and Hurricanes- Muse
Vegeta had been sitting on top of a high plateau for the last several hours. He loved this spot. He could sit and think in peace and quiet while overlooking the underdeveloped population of the planet Callisto for hours on end; or at least until Kakarott showed up to bother him. Either/or.
He had dismissed his former First Lieutenant hours ago. His intent on coming up here to think long and hard about which choices he had to make had been cut short when the younger Saiyan had shown up, insisting on discussing his plans with him. They had made no leeway after discussing what to do for over an hour. In the end, they had decided to agree to disagree for the moment. They did not need to commit to a plan at this exact moment and both agreed that whatever they decided to come up with would have to be a firm plan that everyone agreed on.
For the most part.
That was the major dilemma at the moment; agreeing on a plan that would make everyone happy. He had relented on his decision earlier this evening in a moment of weakness while in Bulma’s presence, hence the reason he had fled to the highest platform the planet had to offer in an effort to re think things and to be sure he was making the right choice. The way he felt was that there was no right choice.
Vegeta wanted to leave the women here on Callisto where they would be safe while he and Kakarott returned to Vegeta-sei to settle matters there. Once that was done and it was safe, they would return for their mates and their brats and bring them to Vegeta-sei. In Vegeta’s mind that was the best option.
Unfortunately, Bulma, Kakarott and Kakarott’s mate, Chi-Chi did not feel the same way on the matter. While Kakarott understood the potential risks and reasons for his decision and agreed that it would not be safe for Bulma, he did not want to leave his own mate and child behind; neither would he let Vegeta return on his own to face whatever it was that would be waiting for him.
Vegeta had filled Kakarott in on the conversation he had had with his father several weeks back. Both of them agreed that if King Cold was now threatening Vegeta-sei it would be unwise for Vegeta to arrive on his own. King Vegeta had proved time and again that he would strike whatever deal necessary with the Ice-jin king if it meant keeping his own hyde and position safe. Both agreed that if he went back, they had to go together.
As he sat there, weighing out his options and considering several scenarios. His mind drifted back to the events earlier that evening.
Flashback
“Vegeta, you’re not leaving without us.” Bulma said firmly to him, her hands on her hips and her face set in a determined scowl.
“What,” he snorted. “You do not trust me?”
“Yes, Vegeta. I trust you with my whole heart.” She replied with a frown and crossing her arms. “I don’t trust them. I don’t trust your father, I don’t trust Asia and I don’t trust any of those men on your father’s council.”
“Neither do I, Woman.” He said. “That is why I am leaving you and Trunks here until I sort things out over there and I know that you will both be safe.”
“But who knows how long that will even take, Vegeta.” She objected. “It could take weeks, months, maybe even years for you to figure it all out and make it right!”
“Then so be it,” he sighed. “I will be able to focus and concentrate on things better without you and Trunks around.”
“Will you?”
“Yes. If you both remain here, I will know that you are both safe. On Vegeta-sei, I will be in constant worry.”
“Alright, but if something happens to us there, you will know through the bond and will be able to come for us right away. If something happens here, you’re what, a week away? At least! By then who knows what will have happened.” She said. “I would feel so much safer knowing you are close by if I need you. I won’t distract you, I promise. I know you have a lot to do and deal with once you return; I get that, but don’t leave us here.”
Vegeta nodded, taking in her point of view; he knew it was a very valid point. It was the only reason he was still arguing about it with her instead of just leaving and doing what he wanted. What if she was right? What if something happened and he was not here to protect her and his son? Could he forgive himself? Probably not. Especially since she was adamantly against him leaving without them.
“Please, Vegeta,” she said, reaching for his hand. “I love you and I want to support you in every way that I can. I can’t do that if we’re separated.”
He took her hand and looked down at it. Once again, he thought about how fragile and breakable she was in comparison to him. He could crush her and end her life in a split second if he so wanted. That meant that anyone on his planet could take her out easily as well, before he even would have a chance to react and come to her rescue should that scenario even present itself.
The thought sickened him.
However, he did understand her argument that should something happen to her here, she would be absolutely helpless and he being so far away would not be able to come to her aid. As it was they were extremely lucky that they had not been discovered on Callisto.
His father hadn’t mentioned how or where he’d learned of Bulma’s survival and him being with her. He assumed it would have been Tonga. &n bsp;
They had spent a few months there after their initial arrival. It was warm and beautiful and isolated for the most part. It had been exactly what they had both needed after everything they’d been through.
For the first time ever, they’d been able to just relax and enjoy one another without fear or worry about whatever loomed in the future. He had put all his concerns and fears of returning to Vegeta-sei on the back burner and had focused solely on the short time of bliss they were able to have.
Instead of showing Bulma around the universe like he had originally intended, they had just remained on Tonga, unbothered. However, they still would have to head down to the main continent from time to time for food and basic amenities as needed. It would not have surprised him if that was how his father had found out about them. What did surprise him was that nothing had been done and his father seemed to have had no knowledge of her pregnancy when he had contacted him.
“I’m serious, Vegeta,” she said. “It’s a bad idea for you to go alone and leave us here.”
“I realize that, Woman but it is also a bad idea bringing you and Trunks with me. My father specifically warned me to not bring you back with me. He does not know about Trunks so far as I was able to tell, but he will be seen as nothing more than an abomination. You both will be walking targets the moment the ship lands.”
Bulma sighed. “I get that, but that’s also what your father wants. He wants to separate us.”
“Then so be it,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “I will not listen to a word he has to say. I will have no one else as my chosen if that is what you fear. You are my life mate.”
“I know that,” she said. “It’s not you that I don’t trust. It’s them. Every time we go our separate ways, either intentionally or not, things take a turn for the worse. What if once you land there he sends spies or hunters to come after us? Then what? He will use us against you.”
Vegeta nodded at her. Maybe she was right. How long until his father’s spies and scouts discovered her and his son here? If that happened, he knew his father would use them against him as a bargaining tool. He could not let that happen either. He sighed heavily to himself in disgust at the weakness he had created in allowing himself to form any kind of emotional attachment to her in the first place. Now it wasn’t just her he had to look out for but a son as well.
His father’s stern council from long ago echoed through his mind: “If she is anything more to you than a bed slave, put her down now and be done with it. Never form a bond with her and most importantly, never get her with child.” He hadn’t listened and had gone and done both, but didn’t regret it. If he could go back and change it, he wouldn’t. If he could change anything, he may want to change that they’d had a son so soon but he couldn’t say he would change anything else. Upon further thought, he decided he wouldn’t even change that if he could.
Trunks was a really good baby. And his power strength was already promising. He could not wait for the day when he could begin training with him! He would teach his son everything he knew about combat and tactics. He had no doubt in his mind that his son would be as brilliant as his mother and as strong as he himself was.
He would be hard on the boy as his father had been on him during those early training sessions. He wanted his son to be strong, fearless and resilient; not coddled, soft and sheltered. He would have to be capable of protecting his mother in the event that he needed to go off planet and she could not accompany him as well as if something did happen to him. She would be protected.
Trunks would be everything he wasn’t and would be the finest warrior and ruler Vegeta-sei would ever see; he would make sure of it. He would be proud to leave the throne to his son once he had cleaned up the mess his father had made. Once things were in order and his son strong and mature enough to handle it, he would be very happy to step aside early and live out his life with Bulma.
“Hey,” she said, squeezing his hand and bringing him of his thoughts. “What are you thinking?”
“About how I am going to keep your weak ass safe on Vegeta-sei.” He grumbled, though thankful she had brought him out of his thoughts. He was thinking too far ahead of himself.
“Awe! Really?” she cooed. “So you’ll take us with you instead of leaving us here?”
“Hmmn,” he nodded affirmatively.
Bulma pulled him in a tight embrace. “Thank you. I love you, Vegeta.”
“Uh-huh,” he sighed and brushed his lips against hers, wanting to dismiss the subject at hand. He still wasn’t sure that bringing her with him was the best idea. He only did not wish to discuss it and argue over it any more. It had been a constant battle between them since they had arrived back on Callisto to visit her parents, Kakarott and his mate and new brat and let them all meet Trunks.
She kissed him back hungrily, leaning herself into him. He hadn’t taken her since over a month before she’d birthed Trunks. She missed him and their physical intimacy. As she kissed him, she brushed her fingers across his tail, which was firmly wrapped around his waist. She kept one hand on his tail, stroking it lovingly while she let her other hand wander down lower, cupping his manhood outside his tight training pants.
“No,” he sighed against her mouth as he kissed her back, taking her hand away from his crotch and lacing his fingers with hers.
“Why not?” she asked with a hurt frown. “I’m fine, Vegeta. It’s been over ten weeks. I’m not sore.”
“I know,” he sighed, pulling her closer to him and burying his face in the side of her neck; the scent of her arousal nearly unbearable to him.
“Then what’s the issue?” she asked, feeling almost offended. This would be the third time in recent weeks he had turned her down and had not given her a reasonable explanation; it was starting to hurt her. Did he not want her anymore? Was he repulsed by her body now that it had slightly changed after childbirth?
“Hardly,” he answered, pulling her against him tightly so that she could feel the evidence of his arousal.
“If that’s not it, then what is it?” she asked.
“I do not want to risk getting you with child again, Woman.” He said. “That planet where you birthed Trunks did not know of your race and was not comfortable administering you a contraceptive shot. Until I know that there is no risk of another potential pregnancy, I will refrain. That is all.”
Bulma nodded in acceptance. She understood and wasn’t too anxious to go through another pregnancy and delivery any time soon either. “You could have just told me that,”
“Hmmn,” he grunted.
She smiled deviously at him as she continued to stroke his tail, this time with a purpose.
“Woman,” he growled at her, a deep scowl taking over his features.
“Hmmmm?”
“Just what do you think you are doing?”
“You know, there are other ways we can pleasure one another,” she shrugged, stroking his tail with both her hands now. “We just need to get creative.” She said suggestively, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Vulgar woman!” he exclaimed, letting the length of his tail slide through her fingers, removing it from her grasp.
“Come on, Vegeta,” she whined.
He smirked at her and pulled her closely to him and crashed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply as his tail began to wrap itself leisurely around her waist.
She was so absorbed in kissing him, she hadn’t even noticed the end of his tail slowly beginning to creep in slowly down the front of her pants. She sighed loudly as she felt it suddenly brush against her clit and travel further, brushing against her wet folds; teasing her slowly.
“Oh,” she moaned as he continued to kiss her and let his tail brush slowly against her most sacred place teasingly.
He smirked against her mouth as he retracted his tail out from inside her pants and wrapped it securely around his waist again before picking her up bridal style and carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Krillin had left and moved into a smaller home, leaving his larger home to Bulma’s parents. It was large and spacious; three bedrooms upstairs which Bulma’s mother had decorated the master bedroom for them and a baby room right next to theirs. The third room was an office where Bulma and her father could work on plans for whatever struck them. On the main floor there was a massive kitchen, much to Bunny’s liking, as well as two other bedrooms. The main floor was where Bulma’s parents stayed.
Kakarott and Chi-Chi hadn’t wanted Bulma and Vegeta to leave, but now that both families had expanded so much in such a short time, the small house the four of them had once shared seemed no longer practical. At least both homes were of walking distance from one another. The women kept in close touch and allowed their infants to interact.
Vegeta carefully placed her on the bed and began ravaging her mouth; keeping one hand entwined with hers and slid the other down the front of her pants and slipped two fingers inside her and began to move them in and out of her urgently.
Bulma arched her body against his hand, wanting and wishing for so much more from him, but understood the risk. For now this would have to do. She ran one hand through his thick hair and travelled the other down along his chest and abdomen before slipping it into his pants, gripping him boldly.
He growled in his need and jerked his hips against her hand; he had missed the physical aspect of their relationship as well. When it came to that, they were both nearly insatiable.
They were completely lost in each other when a loud wail from the other room abruptly pulled them both out of their lustful journey for fulfillment.
Vegeta sat up and away from her, growling in irritation. “Go and see to your child.”
“Now, now,” she sighed. “He’s your child too, you know.”
“And nothing more than a nuisance,” he growled, readjusting his tight pants.
“Well, being that he is your son, it’s no small wonder he’s probably hungry. Wait here,” She said, getting up out of bed but leaning into him, cupping the side if his face with her hand, holding back a giggle at the angry pout on his face. “I won’t be long.”
“Hmmn. I am going to train,” he grunted. “Do not wait up for me.”
“Alright,” she sighed heavily and turned away, leaving him alone in their room to go tend to Trunks before the whole planet was awakened by his shrill wail.
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily in frustration as he sat on the side of their bed by himself for a few moments, waiting until Trunks had stopped crying before getting up to leave.
He slowly made his way down the hall before stopping briefly by Trunks’ room, peering in carefully and quietly, not wanting to disturb either one of them. He watched Bulma intently as she expertly wrapped up the infant and sat down in a small chair next to his crib before unbuttoning her top to allow the hungry half-Saiyan infant access to his meal. Trunks latched on to her immediately, greedily sucking away.
“Hey, slow down, you.” She softly scolded him, rocking him gently in an effort to settle him down so that he would not ingest too much and either spit it back up at her or choke on it.
Vegeta watched them with keen interest. He knew if he left for Vegeta-sei without them he would miss them. How much else would be miss? It never occurred to him until now that he would miss seeing them both every day. That it could possibly take him months to be in a position that he would be comfortable enough that bringing them would not be endangering their lives; how much would he miss in that time that he was gone? He was not sure the rate at which human infants progressed and matured, but he knew that Saiyan infants progressed rapidly. Seeing how Trunks already had immense strength, he had every reason not to believe that he would not mature quickly as well. In his mind, he would be expecting him to be walking soon, which meant that his training would need to start soon. Who would do that if he was gone?
In the months leading up to Trunks’ birth, he had been looking forward to training with Trunks. He had wanted to start with him at an early age; begin teaching him how to manipulate and control his ki, how to be mindful of and reign in his amazing strength so that he would not accidentally hurt his mother. He had been hoping to begin teaching him to spar once he was able to walk. How could he do any of that if he was gone? If it took him several months or even a year to straighten things out, then what would he do? His son wouldn’t even know him. He wasn’t sure why the thought of that bothered him so much, but it did.
Bulma looked up and smiled at him as he stood there watching them.
He nodded at her briefly before turning to leave and stalk off outside. He needed to think on things seriously before he made a decision.
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Vegeta finally stood up from where he had been sitting all this time. It was near morning; the sun would be peeking up within a few hours. He decided he had made up his mind.
He would return to Vegeta-sei either with Bulma and Trunks at his side or not at all.