Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Camoflage ❯ Chapter 4

Vegeta sensed the far off rise of energy, followed by its rapid decline. Kakarot was calling him. Even though he was exhausted, both mentally and physically, by the day's activities, he went.

"What took you so long?" Goku said before Vegeta's feet even touched the forest floor.

"I'm too fucking tired, Kakarot," Vegeta said. "I only came to talk. Not only did I marry the bitch this morning, my son was born this afternoon. And, because your bath toy was being an ass, I had to stay with her while it was happening to prove to him I gave a flying fuck for her and the brat!"

Goku grimaced. "Ouch! That couldn't have been pretty."

"Men were not meant to witness it! It was worse than a beating from Frieza! Something happens to these fucking females when they're about to shoot out a kid! She grabbed hold of my hand and nearly crushed my fingers while she, somehow, sucked the energy right out of me!"

Goku walked behind him to massage his tense shoulders. Vegeta allowed it to go on for only a minute before he brushed him away.

"I'm not in the mood," he growled. "After what I've just seen, I don't want to even look at an ass for a good long while."

Goku started to laugh until he saw the deadly look in Vegeta's eyes. "You can't be serious, Vegeta! Chi Chi and Gohan are gone all weekend visiting her father! Don't tell me you're just going to fly off too? You just can't!"

Vegeta was about to leave without a response to the pathetic begging, but his heart must have grown softer during his birthing ordeal. As much as it disgusted him, he told Kakarot about Yamcha being one of the witnesses to their wedding and how much he had to drink afterwards.

"He's drunk and alone," Vegeta said before flying off to get some well deserved rest. He didn't even care when Kakarot passed him in his hurry to get to his toy.

Something had changed him when he saw what Bulma had gone through. All that pain and risk just to bring his son into the world. Then, when they laid the crying, filthy child on her chest, she had looked weakly up at Vegeta. He braced himself, sure she was about to yell at him for bringing her such pain.

"You have a son, my prince," she said and managed a tired smile. "I love you both so much."

The Capsule Corp. house felt too empty to Vegeta without Bulma's presence. She had made him so proud to claim her as his wife tonight with her incredible strength and proclamation of unconditional love. He wandered into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Her aura was strongest here and he found it strangely comforting. Almost intoxicating.

He shook his head, trying to clear the memory of their sexual exploits in this very room. At the time, it had just been a means of release when Kakarot was unable to get away from that bitch of a wife he, somehow, tolerated. Now, laying back on the pillows, the smell of her unique scent was giving him a major hard-on. Against all Saiyan warrior tradition, he was actually preferring thinking about fucking her instead of Kakarot!

Vegeta groaned as he stroked himself until cum spilled all over the top of her blanket. He had marked his territory and claimed Bulma as his sole possession. Now, Kami help him, how was he going to tell Kakarot he had been replaced by an earth woman?