Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterflies & Hurricanes ❯ Chapter 12
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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: 01.31.2016 | Pages: 15 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 312 | 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: 01.31.2016 | Pages: 15 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 312 | Status: Work In Progress
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Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter 12
Vegeta and Bulma got up early the next day. He helped her with Trunks in getting him ready for the day and spent some time with him while she packed everything up for him to spend the night at Bardock’s.
As he finished dressing him up and making sure his plasma pendant was armed and working, he looked at him carefully. He was getting big, he thought with regret that he was leaving tomorrow. He hoped that he would not be gone longer than seven or eight weeks at the most. Being that the travel time alone was three weeks each way, he would miss the next six weeks of his son’s development.
Vegeta hoped he wouldn’t miss too much but then a second thought occurred to him that maybe, just maybe Trunks would be walking by then. He knew the boy was able to stand a little; not quite on his own yet, but he was trying and if he had someone or something to hang on to for support, he could, in a wobbly way, stand for a moment before falling back on his bum. He was trying at least, and the determined look on his face when he would try again after falling instead of bawling told Vegeta that it wouldn’t be long before he was standing and walking on his own.
He hoped that if Trunks was able to walk by the time he got back then maybe he could start light training with him. He smirked at the possibility, he was really looking forward to that, he was looking forward to it much more than he would let anyone, Bulma included, know he was.
Vegeta sat on their bed with Trunks between his legs as he made the smallest white ki ball and held it out to Trunks who cooed in delight. He seemed to love it when his father let him play with ki. “I expect you to behave for your mother while I am gone, boy.” he said quietly, helping him manipulate the small ball of ki in his hands. “I am well aware that I have been neglectful as of late; while it has been necessary due to the circumstances at hand, I am sorry for that. When I return, hopefully you will have grown some and will be stronger and I can give you my undivided attention so we can begin training.”
Trunks happened to look wide-eyed at him just then and if Vegeta didn’t know any better he would have thought the infant had understood that he had said to him, being that he was giving him a look as if he was saying ‘Really?’ in an excited tone that a child gets when a parent promises something amazing. “Really, really,” he replied almost absent mindedly and nodded.
“You talking to Trunks?” Bulma asked, walking back into their bedroom with a look of amusement.
“Hmmn,” Vegeta grunted, looking up at her briefly and then giving his attention back to Trunks and the ball of ki.
“What are you guys talking about?”
“That is not your business,” he huffed jokingly. “I expect him to behave for you while I am away and when I return, perhaps I will be able to begin training him a little.”
“Oh, I see,” she smiled at them. They looked so cute together like that. It wasn’t often that Vegeta sat at ease with Trunks like that and she was glad he had taken a few moments to do so. She wished so badly that she had a camera to have taken a picture of them together like this, though she also knew that Vegeta would more than likely have not allowed it. She still wished she could have in any case.
“I’m about ready to go, but if you want to stay here a little longer with him, we can.” she said, putting the capsule with Trunks’ things in her pocket. “Today is your day, we can do whatever you want.”
“Do not make this into an unbearable emotional day,” he warned her with a stern look. “That is all I want.”
“Fair enough,” she smiled. “Just don’t turn into that distant, indifferent person I’ve been living with these past few weeks.”
Vegeta smirked at her, knowing she was only teasing him. He had told himself he would make it up to her before he left and it was in his every plan to do just that. She did not know it yet, but a few days ago he had taken a quick trip to his island.
The locals had still kept with their agreement and had kept it up nicely for him in his absence. Truthfully he had expected it to be dilapidated from neglect being that he had been gone so long. However it looked as good as it always did.
He had tracked them down and asked them to ready it for them. They had been more than delighted, especially since he had paid them double what he usually did. He had asked that they make it a nice atmosphere for his mate and to have an abundance of food prepared and stored for them. They had seemed very excited to take on the job and he left it in their capable hands. He wasn’t any good at things of that nature anyway, however that did not mean he didn’t mind taking full credit for it.
Vegeta was looking forward to her reaction at going back to the place that they had only been once before, but held so much meaning for them both. He hoped she would be happy and the two of them could spend the time relaxing most of the day and night before he had to leave. He knew it was a break they both desperately needed.
“There is one or two things that I need to see to,” he said to her finally, letting the ki ball dissolve. “It has nothing to do with training and nothing to do with my father or council members,” he said quickly as she shot him a disappointed look.
“You said you were taking the day off,” she objected.
“And I have,” he replied. “What I need to do will not take long. Go to Bardock’s place and drop off Trunks. When you are done and heading back here, let me know and I will come to get you.”
“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Kakarott?” she asked with a confused frown.
Vegeta smirked. “That will not be necessary.”
“He’s like your best friend, though!” Bulma objected. “Not to mention he’s staying here to babysit me instead of coming with you. I feel bad, Vegeta. I know how much he really wanted to go with you. I don’t get it, but I know you two. I feel like a burden. The least you could do would be to thank him before you leave and say goodbye.”
“Firstly, we are warriors, not women,” he said. “Secondly, Kakarott is my First Lieutenant; he does as I ask, when I ask. Besides, he isn’t as put out as you would think.”
“Whatever,” she sighed, assuming he meant that the other Saiyan was more than happy to stay behind being that his mate was pregnant again; Bulma thought that was nice. “I’ll head out now and I won’t stay long.”
“Be sure that you don’t,” he said sensually, reaching for her hand and pulling her towards him. “I have plans for you.”
She felt her face flush and her stomach leap at his words. “Well you make sure you don’t take long with your stuff either then.”
“I won’t,” he shook his head as he handed Trunks to her.
Vegeta felt a pang of guilt as Trunks began to wail as soon as Bulma had him.
“It’s okay, Trunks,” she said soothingly to him, bouncing him in her arms. “Daddy will be back soon, you’ll see.”
Vegeta couldn’t help but grimace at the term daddy; he hated when she referred to him like that and hoped the infant would not choose that term to address him when he was old enough to speak. “Enough,” he said soothingly to the crying baby, caressing the side of his face tenderly; seeing his son cry was almost as unbearable as seeing his mother cry. “You are the heir of the strongest warrior the galaxy has ever known and you were born to the strongest race in the universe, dating back thousands of years; you cannot behave and carry on in such a manner.”
Bulma refrained from rolling her eyes at him; already here he was teaching his son to have a superiority complex. She frowned lightly as she watched him at how much like his own father he looked and sounded like at the moment. Was it this kind of stuff his father had said to him as an infant that contributed to him being as hard as he was now, so ashamed at showing any type of emotion other than anger? She was going to say something but then decided it was best not to. For one, Trunks was quieting to his father’s calm, quiet words. Secondly, he was leaving tomorrow, why pick a fight with him over something that did not matter right now anyway? Trunks had no comprehension skills at the moment so it wasn’t like it would be detrimental to be told these things just yet.
“That’s it,” Vegeta smirked at Trunks as he calmed down. “Make your father proud; no more fussing and carrying on.”
Trunks looked at him, still teary-eyed and his bottom lip quivering; but he was quiet. “Do not coddle and cater to him while I am away,” he said, raising an eyebrow when she was going to object that she doesn’t. “I expect him to behave and conduct himself like a proper Saiyan heir worthy of my name, not some simpering brat.”
“I agree, but he’s still just a baby, Vegeta. That’s what babies do.” She objected.
“Understood, but I did not fuss all over him just now and look how he settled down.” he said. “If you fuss over him, all you are doing is encouraging these needless emotional outbursts.”
“Alright, Vegeta.” she sighed. “Point taken, I won’t coddle him while you’re gone, alright?”
He smirked at her, fully knowing that she would do just that and he would most likely come back to a spoilt monster child. No matter, he would deal and remedy that when the time was right. He was after all her child too, he reasoned and he knew she was having a difficult time with all of this. He was thankful that she was trying her best to put on a brave front for him before he left.
“Get to Bardocks and let me know when you are finished there.” he said, though he still had a hand on Trunks and was looking at him closely.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” she asked, sensing his hesitancy at her leaving with Trunks. “Or we can keep him with us for today if you want, I don’t have to drop him off. Chi-Chi just thought we’d want to have a distraction-free evening together that’s all.”
Vegeta continued to look at his son, the thought that he would be leaving here in a little less than twenty four hours hitting him harder than he thought it would. Why was this so hard all of a sudden, he wondered. He had been anticipating this for weeks now but now that it was almost here, he was having second thoughts.
He shook it off and pulled himself together; they would be fine, he told himself. Bulma had everything she needed to be able to leave if she needed to and she was protected by those he trusted the most. There was no reason why they would not be alright while he was gone.
“I am sure,” he said shaking his head. “Let me know when you are ready.” He walked away from them both before he let his emotions take a hold of him.
“Alright,” she nodded. “See you soon and make sure you leave Aro enough food and water for while we’re gone.”
“Hmmn,” he grunted, looking around for the shepherd, who was for once nowhere in sight.
Vegeta stood in their bedroom alone until he heard the door close softly behind her before he ventured out, his mind going through all of his preparation plans for this; he hoped everything went well, he thought as he swallowed a feeling of anxiety. How could it not go well? He was stronger than ever and his men were looking good, he had chosen his absolute best. There was no way they could lose this!
Cold was a fool who was nowhere near as strong as his son had been and he was not known for having the best tactical strategies. Cold always solely relied on having a high number of soldiers on his side, but just because he had more, did not mean that he had the advantage.
Vegeta found Aro napping on the balcony in the sun and decided that he would be fine out there. He moved his crate out on to the balcony and placed it where there was shade and cover but left it open for him before placing his entire bucket of food and two large bowls of water next to it. He knew Bulma would have fit when she saw how much food he’d left available to the dog, but he did not know how much to leave him; therefore he left him everything.
He knelt down next to the dog, petting him soothingly. “Look after my woman and child,” he said quietly, glad that no one was around. He didn’t talk to Aro often, but whenever he did he felt silly.
Aro sat up and licked his face, at which he turned his head away and winced in disgust. “I will be back soon. Until then, you are in charge.” He patted the dog a few more times and got up to leave.
Vegeta closed the balcony door, just in case the palace maids showed up to clean their quarters while Bulma was gone; he did not want them to be frightened by Aro. He left a note on the table to leave the balcony doors closed because Aro was out there and he left to run his few errands.
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It hadn’t taken Bulma very long to make it to Bardock’s place. It was still early enough that there weren’t many people up and about in the market yet and so she wasn’t stopped very much. In a way, she was looking forward to Vegeta being gone for that reason. Usually when she went to visit Chi-Chi she was in a hurry to get there and get back to the palace. With no one to come back to, she could take her time and converse with people on her way back.
Even though it had been a few weeks, she was still amazed by how friendly and accepting people were of her. She wasn’t afraid in the least at going off on her own and she was glad for that. At least she wouldn’t be confined to just the palace while Vegeta was gone and maybe she could make some friends.
Bulma gave Penelope a quick hug when she saw her, taking the other Saiyan woman by surprise.
“He should be alright,” she said, handing Trunks to her. “He’s been fed and changed before I left. He was a little bit upset this morning when Vegeta gave him to me and so he’s been a bit fussier than usual but other than that should be alright.”
Penelope nodded. “He probably senses your and Vegeta’s anxiety is all.”
“You think?”
“Of course!” she exclaimed. “Saiyan infants are very in tuned to their parents. It is not unlike a bond shared between mates. However, as they mature and grow and become more independent, that bond lessens and lessens to become nearly nonexistent by the time they are around four or five years of age.”
“Huh,” Bulma grunted. “I did not know that.”
“Not to worry, my dear.” Penelope smiled. “He does not understand what is going on, however he can pick up on emotions and such.”
“That makes a lot of sense, actually,” she said. “He was so upset when Vegeta handed him over to me but when Vegeta started talking to him, he settled right down.”
“You can do the same,” Penelope advised. “Think on it and reach out the same as you do with your mate. It isn’t as strong, but if you look for it, it will be there and it will help. If you are upset and anxious, so will he.”
“I wish I knew that sooner,” she sighed. “Thanks though; better late than never, right? Where’s Chi-Chi?”
“She is outside in the back with Goten,” Penelope said.
“I’m just going to go say hi to her quickly before I leave.”
“She’s right out there and I fear she will need your support and council right about now.”
“Why?” Bulma asked with a frown. “Is everything alright?”
Penelope nodded and smiled politely. “It is, but she is having difficulty understanding certain things. You, going through the exact same thing as you are with your mate leaving will be able to relate. I did not realize the full extent of how different our cultures were until she came to live with us.”
“Uh ohh,” Bulma mumbled.
“Oh no, it is fine,” Penelope said quickly. “I mean no ill words with regards to your friend; she is a very sweet girl and she loves my son dearly.”
“Yea, she does,”
“Go and speak with her yourself,” she urged. “She will need you now because I cannot relate.”
“Alright, thanks for the heads up,” Bulma chuckled. “I know how she can be when she’s upset.”
Bulma quickly made it through the small house and out into the spacious back yard. It really was beautiful out there. Much nicer than the palace in some ways.
“Hey you,” she greeted her friend who was sitting outside watching Goten play. He was already able to stand and was taking small steps away from her towards a garden.
“Hey,” Chi-chi greeted sourly.
Bulma winced, at her response. Happier than ever that Penelope had given her the heads up, however she wished she had asked the specifics on why her friend was upset.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, wanting to get to the point seeing as she had to meet Vegeta soon.
“Everything,” her friend sighed.
“How could everything be wrong when yesterday everything was perfect?” she reminded her. “Is the baby okay?”
“How quickly things change,” she scoffed. “The baby is fine; it’s Kakarott I’m not happy with at the moment.”
"Oh yea, where is he?"she asked, now realizing that he wasn’t around.
"Training. You haven't heard?"
"No, what?"
"He's decided that he's leaving with Vegeta," she said in a snippy tone. "Now of all times! I'm finally settled in here and things were going really well for us. I'm pregnant with our second child and he just decided last night that he can't stay behind, he has to go and fight this war with your mate."
"Oh," was all she said, feeling really bad for her friend. However after Penelope’s comments and Vegeta’s reaction to her asking why he wasn’t going to say goodbye now all made perfect sense and she wondered why Vegeta hadn’t told her about this. "I kinda don't blame you for being pissed."
"Oh, I'm a little beyond pissed, Bulma," she seethed. "And his parents, god knows I love them, they're wonderful, but they don't get my side at all!"
"And they won't, Chi." She said, shaking her head at her friend and taking a seat next to her. "They're a warrior race. They're probably thrilled he's going and not babysitting me."
"That’s about it," she snorted. "Though they didn't put it that way. They know how seriously Vegeta takes your safety and they did question him about that end but he’s determined to go."
"I know it's hard, but remember that we are the outsiders here. We have to bend to their rules and cultural beliefs. At least you're with in laws that adore you. I'm at the palace on my own and have to worry about his father not plotting against me. You're situation isn't that bad."
"I'm pregnant, Bulma!" she cried. "What am I going to do?"
"You’ll be fine. Penelope is a midwife and I'll be here with you. You did just fine on Callisto. You’re even better off here."
"What if something happens to him though? Then what? I'll be a single mother of two on an alien planet!" She cried.
"I know, Chi. I know. I worry too. Vegeta seems pretty confident. And I know he trusts Kakarott with his own life. Those two together have seen a lot of battles. They've never lost. I know you won't like to hear this, but it makes me feel a little bit better knowing they have each other."
"Wonderful," she huffed.
"We're both in the same boat, kinda. We'll stick together like always and hopefully everything will be back to normal within a few months." Bulma said cheerfully. "I'll head back though with Trunks."
"Why? I thought you were leaving him with us?"
"I was, but that was before I knew Kakarott was leaving too. I’m sure you guys want an evening together before he leaves."
"Nope. I told him this morning that if he walked out that door to train to not bother coming back until he returned from battle."
"Really, Chi?" She asked her friend in disbelief.
"Really." She confirmed with a stern nod and her arms crossed stubbornly.
“Are you sure you really want to do that?”
“Why not? He cares more for going to war with Vegeta than his own wife and child, then whatever.”
“Alright, but what was all that talk you gave me yesterday about not letting Vegeta leave me on bad terms?” Bulma reminded her.
“And did you make up with him?” she asked in an argumentative tone.
“Kind of,” she nodded, not wanting to tell her friend all of what had happened. She was sure that things were okay between her and Vegeta now, but she was still very embarrassed by herself. She was thankful that he had come back to her last night and they had spoken somewhat. She only hoped that tonight, with or without Trunks, they could get it together without fighting or hurting each other anymore. “Look, I know how hard it is, I’m going through the same thing. Just don’t do anything that you may regret if on the off chance something bad does happen, Chi. Vegeta and I have had our issues and differences as of late and in my frustration I went out to hurt him because he was hurting me. Everything is okay now; but for a moment, it really wasn’t and trust me, the feeling we both felt: the hurt and resentment, it wasn’t worth it.”
“I guess,” she shrugged. “I’m so mad at him though.”
“And I get that, I do,” Bulma said. “But they are how they are and there’s no sense being angry about it. I’m terrified for Vegeta to leave but he’s still leaving. I’m just trying to grin and bear it for now and I’ll probably break down and bawl my eyes out tomorrow once he’s gone. Feel free to join me, we can have a pity party together if you want.”
Her friend chuckled lightly. “You’re right,”
“I know I’m right.” She nodded.
“I’ll talk to him,” she sighed. “Leave Trunks here, it’s not a worry and I’ll take your advice and try to make things right with Kakarott before he leaves. I said some pretty nasty things to him that I probably shouldn’t have.”
“I’m sure you did,” she laughed.
“Thanks!” she objected, slapping her friend on the shoulder.
“What? I know how you can be!”
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Well you and Vegeta make sure to have a nice day together and I’ll make sure I mend things with Kakarott before they leave. There, happy now?”
“I am,” Bulma nodded, reaching over to give her friend a hug. “I’ll come hang out tomorrow when I come to get Trunks. We can wallow together.”
“Sounds like a plan,” her friend agreed, hugging her back.
Bulma quickly said her goodbyes to Trunks and Penelope before heading outside and back towards the palace. I’m on my way back now.
Hmmn, I am already on my way out. He replied in an amused tone.
She casually walked back into the capital of the city and looked at a few of the different vendors as she waited for Vegeta.
“Ready?” a voice from behind her asked.
Bulma smiled as she turned around to face him. “You didn’t tell me that Kakarott was coming along with you.”
“I did not,” he confirmed.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “It never came up.”
“Uh huh, is that why you didn’t want to come with me to drop Trunks off?” she asked suspiciously. “Because you were afraid Chi-Chi would rip you a new one?”
“I do not fear that harpy,” he scoffed. “I simply did not feel like dealing with her incessant bitching. I have no idea how Kakarott could be mated to such a woman, much less father a second brat with her. It is a small wonder he wanted to leave with me.”
“Hey, don’t be mean, Vegeta!” Bulma scolded him.
“Enough about them,” he sighed, leaning down to pick her up bridal style once he was sure no one was watching them. “The reminder of the day is about us.”
She blushed as she made herself comfortable in his arms; she loved flying with him. “Where are you taking us?”
“You shall soon find out,” he said elusively as they took off into the sky.
About a half hour later they reached their destination and Vegeta landed softly on the sand, placing Bulma down carefully beside him.
Bulma swallowed a wave of emotion as it dawned on her that it was here that they had exchanged their vows and rings and that it was here that they had consummated their union. It felt like an eternity ago now, when really it had only been about two years she estimated. She thought back on it and how much they had grown since then. They had been foolish in making such a rash and impulsive decision like they had, but they had come through all of it. The last time she was here they were preparing to sneak off planet someplace safe to think up a plan; now here they were, they had a son and now they were preparing face something possibly worse.
"Thanks for bringing me here again," she said to him with a smile.
Bulma leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck as he crashed his lips against hers. This may very well be the last time they would be together for a while, she thought sadly. She hoped he would not be gone long and hoped that he would be alright and that nothing would happen to her or Trunks in his absence. She knew that his father had given his word that both she and Trunks would be safe, but she still did not want to count on that. Her gut was telling her to not trust him.
Forget everything, he said to her, picking up on her thoughts which were both rational and irrational, spiraling out of control.
I can’t, she confessed. I am so afraid. She said as she stepped away from him and took his hand. They started to walk down the length of the beach together in silence.
Do not be. I will return within a few short weeks. He replied, reassuringly as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind; his lips moving up her jawline to her left ear. “I will be back before you even have a chance to miss me.” he whispered into her ear.
I know, but I still have such a bad feeling, Vegeta.
You are over thinking it, as usual. I will be gone, but I will still be with you. Whatever happens, I will be with you. The moment you feel something is wrong, you are to take you and the boy and get out.
I know.
Instead of sitting back and enjoying the quiet tranquility and scenery of the weaves and beautiful paradisiac weather, they both removed their clothes hurriedly as they made their way towards the small house and upstairs; heatedly kissing and touching each other urgently as they made it to their destination. Vegeta led her to bed and pulled her down towards him and simply held her close. In that moment, despite their aroused state, all their troubles seemed to occupy their minds again and their need for one another was set aside.
Even though Vegeta was sure he would be successful in his campaign, he felt the slight wave of anxiety touch him. What if Bulma’s fears came true? His mind whispered to him. Would this be the last time they would be together? No, he told himself. It wouldn't; he would do everything in his power to make it back to her and his son if it was the last thing he ever did.
“Are you afraid?” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder and nestling her nose in the crook of his neck. She knew he was anxious and that he was trying to shield her from it to make this easier on her but it only made her feel worse.
“I am never afraid, Woman,” he growled roughly, silently berating himself for not being more careful about keeping his thoughts to himself. He knew she was a wreck over this and all the unknown factors about to come upon them, the last thing he wanted was for her to worry herself silly even more. The whole point of this evening was to forget everything else for the moment and so far they both were doing a horrible job of that.
She smiled against his collarbone, knowing he was lying in an effort to ease her mind and began to trail her fingers absent mindedly across his chest and abdomen. “That’s right, what was I thinking? I should know better than to ask,” she snickered, brushing the side of his neck lightly with her lips.
“Being that as it may,” he started in a deep, serious tone that made her belly flip and grow warm with desire for him as his free hand caught her chin, gently tipping her face upwards so he could look her in the eye. “I am never afraid, and neither should you.” he whispered again to her softly, cupping the side of her face tenderly and looking so intensely at her that she actually believed him in that moment as her body shook in raw emotion she was trying to hold back and in her anticipation of needing him.
She reached her hand up, caressing the side of his face, the same as he was doing to her and pulled herself up to him, kissing him softly. “Vegeta,” she sighed against his mouth as he kissed her back slowly at first, not wanting to rush what little precious time they had together before they had to go their own separate ways tomorrow morning for who knew how long. Bulma wrapped both her arms around him as their kiss gradually deepened in growing need and intensity, and pulled him down on top of her; their lips never leaving each other.
“Hmmn,” he grunted, bringing a thigh up between her legs, parting them as he brought his hand down to stroke her most sacred place and slowly trailing his mouth up along her jaw line and down her neck.
“I want you,” she sighed, wanting to skip the foreplay.
“I need you,” he replied in a husked tone; the tip of his erection, just grazing her slick entrance, tempting him to proceed regardless of wanting to draw this out for as long as he could.
“Now,” she demanded as she hitched one of her legs around his narrow waist, drawing him completely into her. They both moaned loudly at the contact.
He pulled out of her slowly, ready to dive back into her, which he did after grabbing her hands, effectively pinning both her hands above her head with one of his hands.
“You…” he hissed as he grabbed her leg that was around his waist and managed to bring it up into the crook of his elbow and lodged himself as deeply into her as he could so that she could not torment him further with her complete and utter silliness from last night if she wanted. “Are the worst kind,”
“Worst kind of what?” she cried out as he surged himself deeper yet into her now that her leg was up, not objecting to this form of pay back from him. After what she had done to him last night, she deserved whatever she got from him.
“You are the worst kind of extortionist,” he snarled, burying his face into her neck. “I have ever encountered.”
She giggled at him, neither admitting it nor denying it as she lost all coherent thought; glad that he wasn’t still angry with her for being stupid yesterday. She would make sure to never do such a thing to him again.
They made love slowly, savoring every single moment; basking in each other’s pleasure and then simply held each other close all afternoon. They touched and stroked and indulged in kisses when the deafening silence became too much to bear and eventually it lead them both into another passionate round.
I love you, he said to her as his climax hit him. There. He’d said it; even though he still thought it was beyond ridiculous to even need to say such a thing to her and he did not understand her need to hear it, he said it then none the less. “I love you.” He said again, out loud this time and meant it. He did love her, more than he liked to admit.
Bulma smiled against his mouth as she kissed him back slowly, savoring every moment. She knew he loved her with every fiber of his being and that she had been wrong to attempt to force it out of him, but that he did tell her now when she really needed it, especially after last night, made her love him even more. I know, she replied playfully. That was what he usually said to her when she told him she loved him. “I love you.”
“Hmmmn,” he grunted as he rocked his hips slowly into her, trying to prolong his release, which brought her to her peak as well.
Was that so hard? She asked innocently once her euphoric state began to settle.
After a long time of silence, Bulma turned herself in his arms to look at him. It was starting to get dark now, but the light shining into the room from the setting sun let in enough light that she could still see him somewhat clearly. She opened her mouth twice, wanting to say something to him, but the words wouldn’t come to her.
“You do not need to say anything,” he said to her. “I already know.”
“I know,” she nodded, still looking at him. “I just was so afraid we would leave each other tomorrow on bad terms. I don’t want that.”
“We are not on bad terms,” he confirmed. “If we are, part of that is my own doing; you are not solely to blame.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, wrapping her arm around his torso and squeezing him. “I never meant-”
“Forget it.” He curtly interrupted her. “I do not wish to spend my remaining hours with you rehashing mistakes we have both made and discussing the sordid details of my past.”
“Alright,” she agreed as he pulled her up into his lap and kissed her deeply. He wanted her again and she was more than happy to oblige.
They got up early the next day, neither of them having barely slept all night; and had a light breakfast of assorted fruit, nuts and sweetened breakfast breads. Bulma showered with Vegeta, washing him thoroughly before helping him dress into his armor. She had remembered once someone telling her that it was tradition for a spouse to dress her mate for battle. She couldn't remember if someone here had told her that or if it was some ancient cultural tradition she'd learned of in school while studying about Samurais or Vikings. Nonetheless, she decided to help him dress and took great care making sure his armor fit properly and that he looked the part of a regal warrior Prince.
Bulma smiled as she noticed him quickly tuck the black onyx ring and silver chain securely under his black flight suit. He never took it off, ever and he always wore it hidden beneath his flight suit at all times. Despite it never making an appearance to anyone besides herself, it still made her feel good that he kept it on him always, just like she always wore her ring on her finger.
She took a step back and looked at him. "You look exceptionally handsome."said with and smile, trying to not let her worries take over and burden him. It was much easier said than done.
"Hmm," he grunted.
"Can I at least see you off?" She asked, swallowing a lump in her throat. She'd known this moment was coming. Why was it so hard now?
"If you think you can contain yourself in front of everyone, absolutely." He nodded.
They finished getting ready and took off towards the palace together, ready to face the day.
When they landed, they were surprisingly amongst the first ones there. A few of the soldiers were standing around waiting for the ship to finally be ready and within the hour it was and everyone that was supposed to be leaving was there and ready to go.
Kakarott nodded at Bulma and gave her one of his trademark childish smiles. “Hey, sorry I opted to go with Vegeta so last minute, I just didn’t feel right letting Vegeta go on his own for this one.” he said quietly to her.
“That’s alright,” she smiled. “Don’t tell Chi-Chi I said so, but I feel a little bit better knowing you both are going together.”
“Yea, Chi-Chi’s not too happy with me right now,” he sighed, a sad frown clouding over his usual care-free features. “You’ll watch her for me while I’m gone, right?”
“Of course I will!” Bulma snorted. “What kind of a silly request is that?”
“Oh, I know,” he chuckled. “I just wanted to say it anyway.”
“I will.” she agreed. “And don’t worry, she’ll get over you leaving. She loves you; that’s why she’s so upset.”
“I know,” he nodded. “Thanks Bulma. You take care of yourself and Trunks. If you need to leave, then leave. Don’t worry about bringing Chi-Chi. She’ll be mad, but she’s fine here; you don’t have to worry about her.”
“I’m hoping I won’t have to leave, but I understand.” She smiled. “Take care, you; and congratulations.”
“Gee, thanks!” he beamed.
Bulma smiled at him, glad he had his usual happy demeanor back. She watched as he boarded the ship, along with his brother who seemed to be razing him about something.
Everyone was boarded on the ship with the exception of Vegeta and Asia.
King Vegeta nodded at his son and placed at hand on his shoulder firmly. "Come back victorious or not at all." He said.
Bulma had to refrain from letting out a disgusted snort. Was that his version of a pep talk?
"I do not intend to lose," Vegeta nodded to his father then shifted his glance at Bulma. "Remember, I am leaving two very valuable commodities here; see to it they are unharmed or I will hold you and your entire cabinet of advisors all personally responsible."
"They will be kept safe during the duration of your absence, my son. You have my word."
Remember, the first hint of trouble and you and the boy are to leave. Do not wait for it to get better do not second guess your judgment. I would rather you leave on false suspicions than have you stay andit.
I know. I will, she replied, standing tall, trying to put on a brave face even though her stomach was in knots. Take care of yourself and come back to us soon. I love you.
I know, Vegeta nodded at her once, the corner of his lip turning up ever so slightly in a half smirk for just the briefest second before he turned to board the ship. Me too.
Once Vegeta was gone, Asia approached Bulma.just fed him and he should sleep for a while; he is in the nursery and I let the maid know that you will be caring for him in my place. No one will give you any trouble.”
"Alright.Bulma smiled. "Look after yourself out there, alright?" She said awkwardly.
Asia gave her a funny last look; she sure hoped she was making the right decision where he was concerned. "Don't worry, I will look after him like he is my own." Bulma said quietly, sensing the other woman's anxiety.
She nodded and gave Bulma kind of a half-smile before walking up to King Vegeta. "Fight well." Was all he said to her and she boarded the ship.
It was a somewhat awkward scene, Bulma thought to herself, feeling pity for the other girl.
Within a few minutes they were gone.Bulma, not knowing what else to do, made a fairly hasty retreat back to hers and Vegeta’s quarters. She didn’t realize how truly exhausted she was until Vegeta and everyone else left and she was standing on the launch deck watching the ship disappear.
Bulma let Aro in from the balcony before changing her clothes into a light pair of pajamas and crawled into bed for a much needed nap before leaving to pick up Trunks. Aro leapt onto the bed, settling himself in next to her as always when Vegeta was absent.
She lay there by herself and as the minutes ticked by and the silence lulled her into relaxation it was then that she finally cried; letting loose of everything she had contained these past several weeks since they had arrived there.
She reached out for Aro and hugged him close as she purged every bit of pent up emotion she had; fear, sadness, anger, anxiety, exhaustion- everything until she eventually cried herself to sleep.
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Paragus settled himself in his office as his son closed the door behind him. "I have a job for you."
"What's that?" Brolly asked. He was beginning to become bored here. He had left his grandmother and everything he loved to come here to be a warrior. So far he had done nothing. "I was supposed to be leaving with everyone else and now I'm not. I wasn't even considered a possible candidate."
"That is how fickle our Prince is." Paragus nodded. "I need you to keep tabs on that lovely mate of his while he is away."
"Bulma? Why?" Brolly asked with a frown.
"She has caused nothing but uproar and trouble for everyone," he replied. "Most importantly, the king and cabinet members do not trust her."
Brolly did not say anything. He didn't know Bulma really, but she seemed like a nice harmless girl.
"I need you to keep track of her every move. It has not escaped my notice that she seems to like you, therefore she will not suspect anything if you were to accompany her during her days here.”
“I don’t understand,” he shook his head. “From what I can tell she just wants to lead a quiet life here with her son.”
"That is what she wants everyone to think but we suspect she will begin rallying some of the pathetic third class people and any half breed mongrels to her side while Vegeta is gone. This would be very bad. It could cause a civil war. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Brolly nodded, though didn't think Bulma was the type to do such a thing.
"You are to report on everything and anything that you come across whether you think it suspicious or not." Paragus said. "Am I clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. Do this and you will be rewarded accordingly. You are dismissed."
Brolly left, feeling more confused than ever. He liked Bulma, she was the only one who seemed to notice him and not treat him as an outcast around here. Therefore he didn't mind it if he had to spend time with her but he didn't want to spy on her.
He absolutely hated it here where everything was so complicated and nothing was as it seemed. Everyone had an agenda or a secret that needed to be kept. You didn't know who was your friend or who could be trusted. He wasn't even sure about his uncle. Some things about him did not make sense and did not add up.
He always felt he had an unnecessary, overly controlling interest in him while growing up.
Brolly had been raised by his grandmother. Both of his parents having been deceased when he was very young. Paragus was his uncle on his father's side and took it upon himself to look in on Brolly. His grandmother always raved at how wonderful Paragus was for taking a personalin Brolly but for some reason it had never sat well with him; even as a boy.
Paragus would show up once every three or four months and have private discussions with his grandmother and brought gifts for him. Always golden bracelets, Head bands or choker necklaces with expensive jewels and intricate designs. He never much cared for them but wore them because his grandmother insisted that to not would be a grave insult to his uncle and everything he had ever done for him.
So to appease his grandmother, he wore the gifts grudgingly.
Apparently he was the son of a traitor to the throne of Vegeta-sei. The King had learned of a plot to destroy him and so had ordered the entire family to be slain. Brolly had only been a few days old when his father's disloyalty had been discovered and Paragus had acted quickly and had taken him to his grandmother’s place to be raised.
He had been raised by her on a quiet continent that was home to only a couple hundred Saiyans. All were agricultural, none were warriors. helped this grandmother farm their land during the day and in the evenings she tutored and schooled him on everything. The history of the Saiyan race, the way they all lived oppressively under King Vegeta the tyrant. How he murdered his own subjects at the first suspicion of anarchy, treason or disloyalty.
His life had been rather peaceful and he liked it up until a few months ago when Paragus had shown up and requested that he move to the capital and become a soldier. That there was a war brewing and he felt that the time was right to serve their Prince in battle, despite having no real training and no battle experience.
While Brolly hadn’t been the least bit interested, his grandma had talked him into it insisting that it was a great honor to join Vegeta-sei’s military. Once again, it was drilled into him how much his uncle had done for him over the years and to not accept any type of position at the palace at his uncle’s request would be a deep insult.
Now here he was. Bored out of his mind with no comrades and no job but for the menial tasks his uncle sent him on. He had begun to train, however he found it to be very clicky amongst the soldiers. They had all known each other since childhood so they were not overly accepting of any newcomers entering their fold.
Brolly had hoped to apply himself in his training and impress the Prince enough that maybe he would take a personal interest in him and accelerate his training since he was still learning the basics. How wrong both he and his uncle had been.
Prince Vegeta was a perfectionist to the point where it was nearly a character flaw. If you could not keep up then you were not welcome. Brolly had reasoned that because of the upcoming war, the pressure was really on for them to be ready and so he did not have much time to give to the less experienced warriors.
Brolly worked very hard but apparently not hard enough. He had barely caught Vegeta’s attention in the last few weeks he had been training. Only once had the prince spoken with him; they had both been the only two remaining soldiers at the training center. Vegeta had shown him how to use the gravity simulator and they had spent about an hour doing drills, getting Brolly used to the increased gravity, which hadn’t been too difficult for him to master.
Impressed, Vegeta had increased the gravity a little more and they had a brief sparring session in which Brolly had learned much. The prince had given him constructive criticism on how to improve his form and techniques as no one had formally taught him anything. He had been elated that Vegeta had even spared a moment of his time to teach him anything and in this new found admiration for the prince had hoped that he would be among the ones selected to fight alongside him.
Sure he knew he wasn’t ready for battle, but he had been let down nonetheless and the closer the day of departure came, the more grueling the training sessions became and the more demanding of his soldiers Prince Vegeta became.
Now that everyone was gone, Brolly was hoping to continue his own training with the remaining soldiers and perfect what Vegeta had shown him so that perhaps the next time there was a war, maybe he would be selected to fight as well.
As he walked down the halls aimlessly, he decided to head down the training center and experiment a little with the gravity simulator. How much pressure could he withstand? The rumors going around the barracks were that Prince Vegeta was able to train comfortably at 750 times planet Vegeta-sei’s gravity for extended long periods of time and that the simulator could put out as much as 1000 times gravity.
Brolly wasn’t sure what that meant, but now would be a good time to find out. Tomorrow he would give thought to his uncle’s strange request.
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Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter 12
Vegeta and Bulma got up early the next day. He helped her with Trunks in getting him ready for the day and spent some time with him while she packed everything up for him to spend the night at Bardock’s.
As he finished dressing him up and making sure his plasma pendant was armed and working, he looked at him carefully. He was getting big, he thought with regret that he was leaving tomorrow. He hoped that he would not be gone longer than seven or eight weeks at the most. Being that the travel time alone was three weeks each way, he would miss the next six weeks of his son’s development.
Vegeta hoped he wouldn’t miss too much but then a second thought occurred to him that maybe, just maybe Trunks would be walking by then. He knew the boy was able to stand a little; not quite on his own yet, but he was trying and if he had someone or something to hang on to for support, he could, in a wobbly way, stand for a moment before falling back on his bum. He was trying at least, and the determined look on his face when he would try again after falling instead of bawling told Vegeta that it wouldn’t be long before he was standing and walking on his own.
He hoped that if Trunks was able to walk by the time he got back then maybe he could start light training with him. He smirked at the possibility, he was really looking forward to that, he was looking forward to it much more than he would let anyone, Bulma included, know he was.
Vegeta sat on their bed with Trunks between his legs as he made the smallest white ki ball and held it out to Trunks who cooed in delight. He seemed to love it when his father let him play with ki. “I expect you to behave for your mother while I am gone, boy.” he said quietly, helping him manipulate the small ball of ki in his hands. “I am well aware that I have been neglectful as of late; while it has been necessary due to the circumstances at hand, I am sorry for that. When I return, hopefully you will have grown some and will be stronger and I can give you my undivided attention so we can begin training.”
Trunks happened to look wide-eyed at him just then and if Vegeta didn’t know any better he would have thought the infant had understood that he had said to him, being that he was giving him a look as if he was saying ‘Really?’ in an excited tone that a child gets when a parent promises something amazing. “Really, really,” he replied almost absent mindedly and nodded.
“You talking to Trunks?” Bulma asked, walking back into their bedroom with a look of amusement.
“Hmmn,” Vegeta grunted, looking up at her briefly and then giving his attention back to Trunks and the ball of ki.
“What are you guys talking about?”
“That is not your business,” he huffed jokingly. “I expect him to behave for you while I am away and when I return, perhaps I will be able to begin training him a little.”
“Oh, I see,” she smiled at them. They looked so cute together like that. It wasn’t often that Vegeta sat at ease with Trunks like that and she was glad he had taken a few moments to do so. She wished so badly that she had a camera to have taken a picture of them together like this, though she also knew that Vegeta would more than likely have not allowed it. She still wished she could have in any case.
“I’m about ready to go, but if you want to stay here a little longer with him, we can.” she said, putting the capsule with Trunks’ things in her pocket. “Today is your day, we can do whatever you want.”
“Do not make this into an unbearable emotional day,” he warned her with a stern look. “That is all I want.”
“Fair enough,” she smiled. “Just don’t turn into that distant, indifferent person I’ve been living with these past few weeks.”
Vegeta smirked at her, knowing she was only teasing him. He had told himself he would make it up to her before he left and it was in his every plan to do just that. She did not know it yet, but a few days ago he had taken a quick trip to his island.
The locals had still kept with their agreement and had kept it up nicely for him in his absence. Truthfully he had expected it to be dilapidated from neglect being that he had been gone so long. However it looked as good as it always did.
He had tracked them down and asked them to ready it for them. They had been more than delighted, especially since he had paid them double what he usually did. He had asked that they make it a nice atmosphere for his mate and to have an abundance of food prepared and stored for them. They had seemed very excited to take on the job and he left it in their capable hands. He wasn’t any good at things of that nature anyway, however that did not mean he didn’t mind taking full credit for it.
Vegeta was looking forward to her reaction at going back to the place that they had only been once before, but held so much meaning for them both. He hoped she would be happy and the two of them could spend the time relaxing most of the day and night before he had to leave. He knew it was a break they both desperately needed.
“There is one or two things that I need to see to,” he said to her finally, letting the ki ball dissolve. “It has nothing to do with training and nothing to do with my father or council members,” he said quickly as she shot him a disappointed look.
“You said you were taking the day off,” she objected.
“And I have,” he replied. “What I need to do will not take long. Go to Bardock’s place and drop off Trunks. When you are done and heading back here, let me know and I will come to get you.”
“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Kakarott?” she asked with a confused frown.
Vegeta smirked. “That will not be necessary.”
“He’s like your best friend, though!” Bulma objected. “Not to mention he’s staying here to babysit me instead of coming with you. I feel bad, Vegeta. I know how much he really wanted to go with you. I don’t get it, but I know you two. I feel like a burden. The least you could do would be to thank him before you leave and say goodbye.”
“Firstly, we are warriors, not women,” he said. “Secondly, Kakarott is my First Lieutenant; he does as I ask, when I ask. Besides, he isn’t as put out as you would think.”
“Whatever,” she sighed, assuming he meant that the other Saiyan was more than happy to stay behind being that his mate was pregnant again; Bulma thought that was nice. “I’ll head out now and I won’t stay long.”
“Be sure that you don’t,” he said sensually, reaching for her hand and pulling her towards him. “I have plans for you.”
She felt her face flush and her stomach leap at his words. “Well you make sure you don’t take long with your stuff either then.”
“I won’t,” he shook his head as he handed Trunks to her.
Vegeta felt a pang of guilt as Trunks began to wail as soon as Bulma had him.
“It’s okay, Trunks,” she said soothingly to him, bouncing him in her arms. “Daddy will be back soon, you’ll see.”
Vegeta couldn’t help but grimace at the term daddy; he hated when she referred to him like that and hoped the infant would not choose that term to address him when he was old enough to speak. “Enough,” he said soothingly to the crying baby, caressing the side of his face tenderly; seeing his son cry was almost as unbearable as seeing his mother cry. “You are the heir of the strongest warrior the galaxy has ever known and you were born to the strongest race in the universe, dating back thousands of years; you cannot behave and carry on in such a manner.”
Bulma refrained from rolling her eyes at him; already here he was teaching his son to have a superiority complex. She frowned lightly as she watched him at how much like his own father he looked and sounded like at the moment. Was it this kind of stuff his father had said to him as an infant that contributed to him being as hard as he was now, so ashamed at showing any type of emotion other than anger? She was going to say something but then decided it was best not to. For one, Trunks was quieting to his father’s calm, quiet words. Secondly, he was leaving tomorrow, why pick a fight with him over something that did not matter right now anyway? Trunks had no comprehension skills at the moment so it wasn’t like it would be detrimental to be told these things just yet.
“That’s it,” Vegeta smirked at Trunks as he calmed down. “Make your father proud; no more fussing and carrying on.”
Trunks looked at him, still teary-eyed and his bottom lip quivering; but he was quiet. “Do not coddle and cater to him while I am away,” he said, raising an eyebrow when she was going to object that she doesn’t. “I expect him to behave and conduct himself like a proper Saiyan heir worthy of my name, not some simpering brat.”
“I agree, but he’s still just a baby, Vegeta. That’s what babies do.” She objected.
“Understood, but I did not fuss all over him just now and look how he settled down.” he said. “If you fuss over him, all you are doing is encouraging these needless emotional outbursts.”
“Alright, Vegeta.” she sighed. “Point taken, I won’t coddle him while you’re gone, alright?”
He smirked at her, fully knowing that she would do just that and he would most likely come back to a spoilt monster child. No matter, he would deal and remedy that when the time was right. He was after all her child too, he reasoned and he knew she was having a difficult time with all of this. He was thankful that she was trying her best to put on a brave front for him before he left.
“Get to Bardocks and let me know when you are finished there.” he said, though he still had a hand on Trunks and was looking at him closely.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” she asked, sensing his hesitancy at her leaving with Trunks. “Or we can keep him with us for today if you want, I don’t have to drop him off. Chi-Chi just thought we’d want to have a distraction-free evening together that’s all.”
Vegeta continued to look at his son, the thought that he would be leaving here in a little less than twenty four hours hitting him harder than he thought it would. Why was this so hard all of a sudden, he wondered. He had been anticipating this for weeks now but now that it was almost here, he was having second thoughts.
He shook it off and pulled himself together; they would be fine, he told himself. Bulma had everything she needed to be able to leave if she needed to and she was protected by those he trusted the most. There was no reason why they would not be alright while he was gone.
“I am sure,” he said shaking his head. “Let me know when you are ready.” He walked away from them both before he let his emotions take a hold of him.
“Alright,” she nodded. “See you soon and make sure you leave Aro enough food and water for while we’re gone.”
“Hmmn,” he grunted, looking around for the shepherd, who was for once nowhere in sight.
Vegeta stood in their bedroom alone until he heard the door close softly behind her before he ventured out, his mind going through all of his preparation plans for this; he hoped everything went well, he thought as he swallowed a feeling of anxiety. How could it not go well? He was stronger than ever and his men were looking good, he had chosen his absolute best. There was no way they could lose this!
Cold was a fool who was nowhere near as strong as his son had been and he was not known for having the best tactical strategies. Cold always solely relied on having a high number of soldiers on his side, but just because he had more, did not mean that he had the advantage.
Vegeta found Aro napping on the balcony in the sun and decided that he would be fine out there. He moved his crate out on to the balcony and placed it where there was shade and cover but left it open for him before placing his entire bucket of food and two large bowls of water next to it. He knew Bulma would have fit when she saw how much food he’d left available to the dog, but he did not know how much to leave him; therefore he left him everything.
He knelt down next to the dog, petting him soothingly. “Look after my woman and child,” he said quietly, glad that no one was around. He didn’t talk to Aro often, but whenever he did he felt silly.
Aro sat up and licked his face, at which he turned his head away and winced in disgust. “I will be back soon. Until then, you are in charge.” He patted the dog a few more times and got up to leave.
Vegeta closed the balcony door, just in case the palace maids showed up to clean their quarters while Bulma was gone; he did not want them to be frightened by Aro. He left a note on the table to leave the balcony doors closed because Aro was out there and he left to run his few errands.
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It hadn’t taken Bulma very long to make it to Bardock’s place. It was still early enough that there weren’t many people up and about in the market yet and so she wasn’t stopped very much. In a way, she was looking forward to Vegeta being gone for that reason. Usually when she went to visit Chi-Chi she was in a hurry to get there and get back to the palace. With no one to come back to, she could take her time and converse with people on her way back.
Even though it had been a few weeks, she was still amazed by how friendly and accepting people were of her. She wasn’t afraid in the least at going off on her own and she was glad for that. At least she wouldn’t be confined to just the palace while Vegeta was gone and maybe she could make some friends.
Bulma gave Penelope a quick hug when she saw her, taking the other Saiyan woman by surprise.
“He should be alright,” she said, handing Trunks to her. “He’s been fed and changed before I left. He was a little bit upset this morning when Vegeta gave him to me and so he’s been a bit fussier than usual but other than that should be alright.”
Penelope nodded. “He probably senses your and Vegeta’s anxiety is all.”
“You think?”
“Of course!” she exclaimed. “Saiyan infants are very in tuned to their parents. It is not unlike a bond shared between mates. However, as they mature and grow and become more independent, that bond lessens and lessens to become nearly nonexistent by the time they are around four or five years of age.”
“Huh,” Bulma grunted. “I did not know that.”
“Not to worry, my dear.” Penelope smiled. “He does not understand what is going on, however he can pick up on emotions and such.”
“That makes a lot of sense, actually,” she said. “He was so upset when Vegeta handed him over to me but when Vegeta started talking to him, he settled right down.”
“You can do the same,” Penelope advised. “Think on it and reach out the same as you do with your mate. It isn’t as strong, but if you look for it, it will be there and it will help. If you are upset and anxious, so will he.”
“I wish I knew that sooner,” she sighed. “Thanks though; better late than never, right? Where’s Chi-Chi?”
“She is outside in the back with Goten,” Penelope said.
“I’m just going to go say hi to her quickly before I leave.”
“She’s right out there and I fear she will need your support and council right about now.”
“Why?” Bulma asked with a frown. “Is everything alright?”
Penelope nodded and smiled politely. “It is, but she is having difficulty understanding certain things. You, going through the exact same thing as you are with your mate leaving will be able to relate. I did not realize the full extent of how different our cultures were until she came to live with us.”
“Uh ohh,” Bulma mumbled.
“Oh no, it is fine,” Penelope said quickly. “I mean no ill words with regards to your friend; she is a very sweet girl and she loves my son dearly.”
“Yea, she does,”
“Go and speak with her yourself,” she urged. “She will need you now because I cannot relate.”
“Alright, thanks for the heads up,” Bulma chuckled. “I know how she can be when she’s upset.”
Bulma quickly made it through the small house and out into the spacious back yard. It really was beautiful out there. Much nicer than the palace in some ways.
“Hey you,” she greeted her friend who was sitting outside watching Goten play. He was already able to stand and was taking small steps away from her towards a garden.
“Hey,” Chi-chi greeted sourly.
Bulma winced, at her response. Happier than ever that Penelope had given her the heads up, however she wished she had asked the specifics on why her friend was upset.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, wanting to get to the point seeing as she had to meet Vegeta soon.
“Everything,” her friend sighed.
“How could everything be wrong when yesterday everything was perfect?” she reminded her. “Is the baby okay?”
“How quickly things change,” she scoffed. “The baby is fine; it’s Kakarott I’m not happy with at the moment.”
"Oh yea, where is he?"she asked, now realizing that he wasn’t around.
"Training. You haven't heard?"
"No, what?"
"He's decided that he's leaving with Vegeta," she said in a snippy tone. "Now of all times! I'm finally settled in here and things were going really well for us. I'm pregnant with our second child and he just decided last night that he can't stay behind, he has to go and fight this war with your mate."
"Oh," was all she said, feeling really bad for her friend. However after Penelope’s comments and Vegeta’s reaction to her asking why he wasn’t going to say goodbye now all made perfect sense and she wondered why Vegeta hadn’t told her about this. "I kinda don't blame you for being pissed."
"Oh, I'm a little beyond pissed, Bulma," she seethed. "And his parents, god knows I love them, they're wonderful, but they don't get my side at all!"
"And they won't, Chi." She said, shaking her head at her friend and taking a seat next to her. "They're a warrior race. They're probably thrilled he's going and not babysitting me."
"That’s about it," she snorted. "Though they didn't put it that way. They know how seriously Vegeta takes your safety and they did question him about that end but he’s determined to go."
"I know it's hard, but remember that we are the outsiders here. We have to bend to their rules and cultural beliefs. At least you're with in laws that adore you. I'm at the palace on my own and have to worry about his father not plotting against me. You're situation isn't that bad."
"I'm pregnant, Bulma!" she cried. "What am I going to do?"
"You’ll be fine. Penelope is a midwife and I'll be here with you. You did just fine on Callisto. You’re even better off here."
"What if something happens to him though? Then what? I'll be a single mother of two on an alien planet!" She cried.
"I know, Chi. I know. I worry too. Vegeta seems pretty confident. And I know he trusts Kakarott with his own life. Those two together have seen a lot of battles. They've never lost. I know you won't like to hear this, but it makes me feel a little bit better knowing they have each other."
"Wonderful," she huffed.
"We're both in the same boat, kinda. We'll stick together like always and hopefully everything will be back to normal within a few months." Bulma said cheerfully. "I'll head back though with Trunks."
"Why? I thought you were leaving him with us?"
"I was, but that was before I knew Kakarott was leaving too. I’m sure you guys want an evening together before he leaves."
"Nope. I told him this morning that if he walked out that door to train to not bother coming back until he returned from battle."
"Really, Chi?" She asked her friend in disbelief.
"Really." She confirmed with a stern nod and her arms crossed stubbornly.
“Are you sure you really want to do that?”
“Why not? He cares more for going to war with Vegeta than his own wife and child, then whatever.”
“Alright, but what was all that talk you gave me yesterday about not letting Vegeta leave me on bad terms?” Bulma reminded her.
“And did you make up with him?” she asked in an argumentative tone.
“Kind of,” she nodded, not wanting to tell her friend all of what had happened. She was sure that things were okay between her and Vegeta now, but she was still very embarrassed by herself. She was thankful that he had come back to her last night and they had spoken somewhat. She only hoped that tonight, with or without Trunks, they could get it together without fighting or hurting each other anymore. “Look, I know how hard it is, I’m going through the same thing. Just don’t do anything that you may regret if on the off chance something bad does happen, Chi. Vegeta and I have had our issues and differences as of late and in my frustration I went out to hurt him because he was hurting me. Everything is okay now; but for a moment, it really wasn’t and trust me, the feeling we both felt: the hurt and resentment, it wasn’t worth it.”
“I guess,” she shrugged. “I’m so mad at him though.”
“And I get that, I do,” Bulma said. “But they are how they are and there’s no sense being angry about it. I’m terrified for Vegeta to leave but he’s still leaving. I’m just trying to grin and bear it for now and I’ll probably break down and bawl my eyes out tomorrow once he’s gone. Feel free to join me, we can have a pity party together if you want.”
Her friend chuckled lightly. “You’re right,”
“I know I’m right.” She nodded.
“I’ll talk to him,” she sighed. “Leave Trunks here, it’s not a worry and I’ll take your advice and try to make things right with Kakarott before he leaves. I said some pretty nasty things to him that I probably shouldn’t have.”
“I’m sure you did,” she laughed.
“Thanks!” she objected, slapping her friend on the shoulder.
“What? I know how you can be!”
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “Well you and Vegeta make sure to have a nice day together and I’ll make sure I mend things with Kakarott before they leave. There, happy now?”
“I am,” Bulma nodded, reaching over to give her friend a hug. “I’ll come hang out tomorrow when I come to get Trunks. We can wallow together.”
“Sounds like a plan,” her friend agreed, hugging her back.
Bulma quickly said her goodbyes to Trunks and Penelope before heading outside and back towards the palace. I’m on my way back now.
Hmmn, I am already on my way out. He replied in an amused tone.
She casually walked back into the capital of the city and looked at a few of the different vendors as she waited for Vegeta.
“Ready?” a voice from behind her asked.
Bulma smiled as she turned around to face him. “You didn’t tell me that Kakarott was coming along with you.”
“I did not,” he confirmed.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “It never came up.”
“Uh huh, is that why you didn’t want to come with me to drop Trunks off?” she asked suspiciously. “Because you were afraid Chi-Chi would rip you a new one?”
“I do not fear that harpy,” he scoffed. “I simply did not feel like dealing with her incessant bitching. I have no idea how Kakarott could be mated to such a woman, much less father a second brat with her. It is a small wonder he wanted to leave with me.”
“Hey, don’t be mean, Vegeta!” Bulma scolded him.
“Enough about them,” he sighed, leaning down to pick her up bridal style once he was sure no one was watching them. “The reminder of the day is about us.”
She blushed as she made herself comfortable in his arms; she loved flying with him. “Where are you taking us?”
“You shall soon find out,” he said elusively as they took off into the sky.
About a half hour later they reached their destination and Vegeta landed softly on the sand, placing Bulma down carefully beside him.
Bulma swallowed a wave of emotion as it dawned on her that it was here that they had exchanged their vows and rings and that it was here that they had consummated their union. It felt like an eternity ago now, when really it had only been about two years she estimated. She thought back on it and how much they had grown since then. They had been foolish in making such a rash and impulsive decision like they had, but they had come through all of it. The last time she was here they were preparing to sneak off planet someplace safe to think up a plan; now here they were, they had a son and now they were preparing face something possibly worse.
"Thanks for bringing me here again," she said to him with a smile.
Bulma leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck as he crashed his lips against hers. This may very well be the last time they would be together for a while, she thought sadly. She hoped he would not be gone long and hoped that he would be alright and that nothing would happen to her or Trunks in his absence. She knew that his father had given his word that both she and Trunks would be safe, but she still did not want to count on that. Her gut was telling her to not trust him.
Forget everything, he said to her, picking up on her thoughts which were both rational and irrational, spiraling out of control.
I can’t, she confessed. I am so afraid. She said as she stepped away from him and took his hand. They started to walk down the length of the beach together in silence.
Do not be. I will return within a few short weeks. He replied, reassuringly as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind; his lips moving up her jawline to her left ear. “I will be back before you even have a chance to miss me.” he whispered into her ear.
I know, but I still have such a bad feeling, Vegeta.
You are over thinking it, as usual. I will be gone, but I will still be with you. Whatever happens, I will be with you. The moment you feel something is wrong, you are to take you and the boy and get out.
I know.
Instead of sitting back and enjoying the quiet tranquility and scenery of the weaves and beautiful paradisiac weather, they both removed their clothes hurriedly as they made their way towards the small house and upstairs; heatedly kissing and touching each other urgently as they made it to their destination. Vegeta led her to bed and pulled her down towards him and simply held her close. In that moment, despite their aroused state, all their troubles seemed to occupy their minds again and their need for one another was set aside.
Even though Vegeta was sure he would be successful in his campaign, he felt the slight wave of anxiety touch him. What if Bulma’s fears came true? His mind whispered to him. Would this be the last time they would be together? No, he told himself. It wouldn't; he would do everything in his power to make it back to her and his son if it was the last thing he ever did.
“Are you afraid?” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder and nestling her nose in the crook of his neck. She knew he was anxious and that he was trying to shield her from it to make this easier on her but it only made her feel worse.
“I am never afraid, Woman,” he growled roughly, silently berating himself for not being more careful about keeping his thoughts to himself. He knew she was a wreck over this and all the unknown factors about to come upon them, the last thing he wanted was for her to worry herself silly even more. The whole point of this evening was to forget everything else for the moment and so far they both were doing a horrible job of that.
She smiled against his collarbone, knowing he was lying in an effort to ease her mind and began to trail her fingers absent mindedly across his chest and abdomen. “That’s right, what was I thinking? I should know better than to ask,” she snickered, brushing the side of his neck lightly with her lips.
“Being that as it may,” he started in a deep, serious tone that made her belly flip and grow warm with desire for him as his free hand caught her chin, gently tipping her face upwards so he could look her in the eye. “I am never afraid, and neither should you.” he whispered again to her softly, cupping the side of her face tenderly and looking so intensely at her that she actually believed him in that moment as her body shook in raw emotion she was trying to hold back and in her anticipation of needing him.
She reached her hand up, caressing the side of his face, the same as he was doing to her and pulled herself up to him, kissing him softly. “Vegeta,” she sighed against his mouth as he kissed her back slowly at first, not wanting to rush what little precious time they had together before they had to go their own separate ways tomorrow morning for who knew how long. Bulma wrapped both her arms around him as their kiss gradually deepened in growing need and intensity, and pulled him down on top of her; their lips never leaving each other.
“Hmmn,” he grunted, bringing a thigh up between her legs, parting them as he brought his hand down to stroke her most sacred place and slowly trailing his mouth up along her jaw line and down her neck.
“I want you,” she sighed, wanting to skip the foreplay.
“I need you,” he replied in a husked tone; the tip of his erection, just grazing her slick entrance, tempting him to proceed regardless of wanting to draw this out for as long as he could.
“Now,” she demanded as she hitched one of her legs around his narrow waist, drawing him completely into her. They both moaned loudly at the contact.
He pulled out of her slowly, ready to dive back into her, which he did after grabbing her hands, effectively pinning both her hands above her head with one of his hands.
“You…” he hissed as he grabbed her leg that was around his waist and managed to bring it up into the crook of his elbow and lodged himself as deeply into her as he could so that she could not torment him further with her complete and utter silliness from last night if she wanted. “Are the worst kind,”
“Worst kind of what?” she cried out as he surged himself deeper yet into her now that her leg was up, not objecting to this form of pay back from him. After what she had done to him last night, she deserved whatever she got from him.
“You are the worst kind of extortionist,” he snarled, burying his face into her neck. “I have ever encountered.”
She giggled at him, neither admitting it nor denying it as she lost all coherent thought; glad that he wasn’t still angry with her for being stupid yesterday. She would make sure to never do such a thing to him again.
They made love slowly, savoring every single moment; basking in each other’s pleasure and then simply held each other close all afternoon. They touched and stroked and indulged in kisses when the deafening silence became too much to bear and eventually it lead them both into another passionate round.
I love you, he said to her as his climax hit him. There. He’d said it; even though he still thought it was beyond ridiculous to even need to say such a thing to her and he did not understand her need to hear it, he said it then none the less. “I love you.” He said again, out loud this time and meant it. He did love her, more than he liked to admit.
Bulma smiled against his mouth as she kissed him back slowly, savoring every moment. She knew he loved her with every fiber of his being and that she had been wrong to attempt to force it out of him, but that he did tell her now when she really needed it, especially after last night, made her love him even more. I know, she replied playfully. That was what he usually said to her when she told him she loved him. “I love you.”
“Hmmmn,” he grunted as he rocked his hips slowly into her, trying to prolong his release, which brought her to her peak as well.
Was that so hard? She asked innocently once her euphoric state began to settle.
After a long time of silence, Bulma turned herself in his arms to look at him. It was starting to get dark now, but the light shining into the room from the setting sun let in enough light that she could still see him somewhat clearly. She opened her mouth twice, wanting to say something to him, but the words wouldn’t come to her.
“You do not need to say anything,” he said to her. “I already know.”
“I know,” she nodded, still looking at him. “I just was so afraid we would leave each other tomorrow on bad terms. I don’t want that.”
“We are not on bad terms,” he confirmed. “If we are, part of that is my own doing; you are not solely to blame.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, wrapping her arm around his torso and squeezing him. “I never meant-”
“Forget it.” He curtly interrupted her. “I do not wish to spend my remaining hours with you rehashing mistakes we have both made and discussing the sordid details of my past.”
“Alright,” she agreed as he pulled her up into his lap and kissed her deeply. He wanted her again and she was more than happy to oblige.
They got up early the next day, neither of them having barely slept all night; and had a light breakfast of assorted fruit, nuts and sweetened breakfast breads. Bulma showered with Vegeta, washing him thoroughly before helping him dress into his armor. She had remembered once someone telling her that it was tradition for a spouse to dress her mate for battle. She couldn't remember if someone here had told her that or if it was some ancient cultural tradition she'd learned of in school while studying about Samurais or Vikings. Nonetheless, she decided to help him dress and took great care making sure his armor fit properly and that he looked the part of a regal warrior Prince.
Bulma smiled as she noticed him quickly tuck the black onyx ring and silver chain securely under his black flight suit. He never took it off, ever and he always wore it hidden beneath his flight suit at all times. Despite it never making an appearance to anyone besides herself, it still made her feel good that he kept it on him always, just like she always wore her ring on her finger.
She took a step back and looked at him. "You look exceptionally handsome."said with and smile, trying to not let her worries take over and burden him. It was much easier said than done.
"Hmm," he grunted.
"Can I at least see you off?" She asked, swallowing a lump in her throat. She'd known this moment was coming. Why was it so hard now?
"If you think you can contain yourself in front of everyone, absolutely." He nodded.
They finished getting ready and took off towards the palace together, ready to face the day.
When they landed, they were surprisingly amongst the first ones there. A few of the soldiers were standing around waiting for the ship to finally be ready and within the hour it was and everyone that was supposed to be leaving was there and ready to go.
Kakarott nodded at Bulma and gave her one of his trademark childish smiles. “Hey, sorry I opted to go with Vegeta so last minute, I just didn’t feel right letting Vegeta go on his own for this one.” he said quietly to her.
“That’s alright,” she smiled. “Don’t tell Chi-Chi I said so, but I feel a little bit better knowing you both are going together.”
“Yea, Chi-Chi’s not too happy with me right now,” he sighed, a sad frown clouding over his usual care-free features. “You’ll watch her for me while I’m gone, right?”
“Of course I will!” Bulma snorted. “What kind of a silly request is that?”
“Oh, I know,” he chuckled. “I just wanted to say it anyway.”
“I will.” she agreed. “And don’t worry, she’ll get over you leaving. She loves you; that’s why she’s so upset.”
“I know,” he nodded. “Thanks Bulma. You take care of yourself and Trunks. If you need to leave, then leave. Don’t worry about bringing Chi-Chi. She’ll be mad, but she’s fine here; you don’t have to worry about her.”
“I’m hoping I won’t have to leave, but I understand.” She smiled. “Take care, you; and congratulations.”
“Gee, thanks!” he beamed.
Bulma smiled at him, glad he had his usual happy demeanor back. She watched as he boarded the ship, along with his brother who seemed to be razing him about something.
Everyone was boarded on the ship with the exception of Vegeta and Asia.
King Vegeta nodded at his son and placed at hand on his shoulder firmly. "Come back victorious or not at all." He said.
Bulma had to refrain from letting out a disgusted snort. Was that his version of a pep talk?
"I do not intend to lose," Vegeta nodded to his father then shifted his glance at Bulma. "Remember, I am leaving two very valuable commodities here; see to it they are unharmed or I will hold you and your entire cabinet of advisors all personally responsible."
"They will be kept safe during the duration of your absence, my son. You have my word."
Remember, the first hint of trouble and you and the boy are to leave. Do not wait for it to get better do not second guess your judgment. I would rather you leave on false suspicions than have you stay andit.
I know. I will, she replied, standing tall, trying to put on a brave face even though her stomach was in knots. Take care of yourself and come back to us soon. I love you.
I know, Vegeta nodded at her once, the corner of his lip turning up ever so slightly in a half smirk for just the briefest second before he turned to board the ship. Me too.
Once Vegeta was gone, Asia approached Bulma.just fed him and he should sleep for a while; he is in the nursery and I let the maid know that you will be caring for him in my place. No one will give you any trouble.”
"Alright.Bulma smiled. "Look after yourself out there, alright?" She said awkwardly.
Asia gave her a funny last look; she sure hoped she was making the right decision where he was concerned. "Don't worry, I will look after him like he is my own." Bulma said quietly, sensing the other woman's anxiety.
She nodded and gave Bulma kind of a half-smile before walking up to King Vegeta. "Fight well." Was all he said to her and she boarded the ship.
It was a somewhat awkward scene, Bulma thought to herself, feeling pity for the other girl.
Within a few minutes they were gone.Bulma, not knowing what else to do, made a fairly hasty retreat back to hers and Vegeta’s quarters. She didn’t realize how truly exhausted she was until Vegeta and everyone else left and she was standing on the launch deck watching the ship disappear.
Bulma let Aro in from the balcony before changing her clothes into a light pair of pajamas and crawled into bed for a much needed nap before leaving to pick up Trunks. Aro leapt onto the bed, settling himself in next to her as always when Vegeta was absent.
She lay there by herself and as the minutes ticked by and the silence lulled her into relaxation it was then that she finally cried; letting loose of everything she had contained these past several weeks since they had arrived there.
She reached out for Aro and hugged him close as she purged every bit of pent up emotion she had; fear, sadness, anger, anxiety, exhaustion- everything until she eventually cried herself to sleep.
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Paragus settled himself in his office as his son closed the door behind him. "I have a job for you."
"What's that?" Brolly asked. He was beginning to become bored here. He had left his grandmother and everything he loved to come here to be a warrior. So far he had done nothing. "I was supposed to be leaving with everyone else and now I'm not. I wasn't even considered a possible candidate."
"That is how fickle our Prince is." Paragus nodded. "I need you to keep tabs on that lovely mate of his while he is away."
"Bulma? Why?" Brolly asked with a frown.
"She has caused nothing but uproar and trouble for everyone," he replied. "Most importantly, the king and cabinet members do not trust her."
Brolly did not say anything. He didn't know Bulma really, but she seemed like a nice harmless girl.
"I need you to keep track of her every move. It has not escaped my notice that she seems to like you, therefore she will not suspect anything if you were to accompany her during her days here.”
“I don’t understand,” he shook his head. “From what I can tell she just wants to lead a quiet life here with her son.”
"That is what she wants everyone to think but we suspect she will begin rallying some of the pathetic third class people and any half breed mongrels to her side while Vegeta is gone. This would be very bad. It could cause a civil war. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Brolly nodded, though didn't think Bulma was the type to do such a thing.
"You are to report on everything and anything that you come across whether you think it suspicious or not." Paragus said. "Am I clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. Do this and you will be rewarded accordingly. You are dismissed."
Brolly left, feeling more confused than ever. He liked Bulma, she was the only one who seemed to notice him and not treat him as an outcast around here. Therefore he didn't mind it if he had to spend time with her but he didn't want to spy on her.
He absolutely hated it here where everything was so complicated and nothing was as it seemed. Everyone had an agenda or a secret that needed to be kept. You didn't know who was your friend or who could be trusted. He wasn't even sure about his uncle. Some things about him did not make sense and did not add up.
He always felt he had an unnecessary, overly controlling interest in him while growing up.
Brolly had been raised by his grandmother. Both of his parents having been deceased when he was very young. Paragus was his uncle on his father's side and took it upon himself to look in on Brolly. His grandmother always raved at how wonderful Paragus was for taking a personalin Brolly but for some reason it had never sat well with him; even as a boy.
Paragus would show up once every three or four months and have private discussions with his grandmother and brought gifts for him. Always golden bracelets, Head bands or choker necklaces with expensive jewels and intricate designs. He never much cared for them but wore them because his grandmother insisted that to not would be a grave insult to his uncle and everything he had ever done for him.
So to appease his grandmother, he wore the gifts grudgingly.
Apparently he was the son of a traitor to the throne of Vegeta-sei. The King had learned of a plot to destroy him and so had ordered the entire family to be slain. Brolly had only been a few days old when his father's disloyalty had been discovered and Paragus had acted quickly and had taken him to his grandmother’s place to be raised.
He had been raised by her on a quiet continent that was home to only a couple hundred Saiyans. All were agricultural, none were warriors. helped this grandmother farm their land during the day and in the evenings she tutored and schooled him on everything. The history of the Saiyan race, the way they all lived oppressively under King Vegeta the tyrant. How he murdered his own subjects at the first suspicion of anarchy, treason or disloyalty.
His life had been rather peaceful and he liked it up until a few months ago when Paragus had shown up and requested that he move to the capital and become a soldier. That there was a war brewing and he felt that the time was right to serve their Prince in battle, despite having no real training and no battle experience.
While Brolly hadn’t been the least bit interested, his grandma had talked him into it insisting that it was a great honor to join Vegeta-sei’s military. Once again, it was drilled into him how much his uncle had done for him over the years and to not accept any type of position at the palace at his uncle’s request would be a deep insult.
Now here he was. Bored out of his mind with no comrades and no job but for the menial tasks his uncle sent him on. He had begun to train, however he found it to be very clicky amongst the soldiers. They had all known each other since childhood so they were not overly accepting of any newcomers entering their fold.
Brolly had hoped to apply himself in his training and impress the Prince enough that maybe he would take a personal interest in him and accelerate his training since he was still learning the basics. How wrong both he and his uncle had been.
Prince Vegeta was a perfectionist to the point where it was nearly a character flaw. If you could not keep up then you were not welcome. Brolly had reasoned that because of the upcoming war, the pressure was really on for them to be ready and so he did not have much time to give to the less experienced warriors.
Brolly worked very hard but apparently not hard enough. He had barely caught Vegeta’s attention in the last few weeks he had been training. Only once had the prince spoken with him; they had both been the only two remaining soldiers at the training center. Vegeta had shown him how to use the gravity simulator and they had spent about an hour doing drills, getting Brolly used to the increased gravity, which hadn’t been too difficult for him to master.
Impressed, Vegeta had increased the gravity a little more and they had a brief sparring session in which Brolly had learned much. The prince had given him constructive criticism on how to improve his form and techniques as no one had formally taught him anything. He had been elated that Vegeta had even spared a moment of his time to teach him anything and in this new found admiration for the prince had hoped that he would be among the ones selected to fight alongside him.
Sure he knew he wasn’t ready for battle, but he had been let down nonetheless and the closer the day of departure came, the more grueling the training sessions became and the more demanding of his soldiers Prince Vegeta became.
Now that everyone was gone, Brolly was hoping to continue his own training with the remaining soldiers and perfect what Vegeta had shown him so that perhaps the next time there was a war, maybe he would be selected to fight as well.
As he walked down the halls aimlessly, he decided to head down the training center and experiment a little with the gravity simulator. How much pressure could he withstand? The rumors going around the barracks were that Prince Vegeta was able to train comfortably at 750 times planet Vegeta-sei’s gravity for extended long periods of time and that the simulator could put out as much as 1000 times gravity.
Brolly wasn’t sure what that meant, but now would be a good time to find out. Tomorrow he would give thought to his uncle’s strange request.
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