Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Two Steps Back ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Seven

(Vegeta's POV)

Another interruption in my plans to indulge with that woman. To say I was frustrated with the interruption was an understatement. I had stormed up to my room arguing with myself. I debated whether I should really be wasting time with the woman or if I should be training. I had new limits to the gravity room afterall. I should be struggling through an arduous amount of gravity, fighting through my current irritation; it always strengthens my abilities. Yet that blue-haired vixen is so alarmingly captivating.

I was completely beside myself as I sat fuming on my bed. I should be focused on preparing the ship and skillfully training, not arguing with myself in an empty room. It was still daylight out for kamis’ sake. It's absolutely disgusting to me that I have already given in to her once before, and not even hours later here I am caving into these carnal instincts. Even with the disgust I have with myself, I was still sitting here on my bed; in my room, waiting for that bewitching earth woman. The ghost of her touch still seared my skin, it bothered me more than these blasted burns I had from my earlier lapses in judgements.

Why had I made that move in the lab?

My mind was obviously weakened by my stay on this planet, my old self would never have been roped into a situation such as this. I questioned my own reasoning for instigating yet another precarious altercation with the woman. I reminded myself that Bulma was the one who had the dauntlessness to crawl into my bed last night. She had probably planned this ridiculous game of cat and mouse. Then I reminded myself that I had been the one who instigated that first initial kiss in the blasted kitchen; damn my ego to hell. Why was I the one to instigate these blasted rendezvous in the first place? By kami, she was the best at finishing them. My resentment towards the situation brewed as the time seemed to just pass by. Where the hell was that blasted woman anyway, did she truly expect me to sit and wait for her all damn day. 

Why am I waiting for her anyway?

I knew I should be the one in charge of these encounters. She thinks she can go and boss anyone around, but not me. I am the Prince of the saiyans and I was growing impatient with the woman. I started to feel for her ki, it was easy to sense that she was walking up the stairs. I could feel the growl growing in my chest as I was stuck deciding if I should confront her at my own door or wait for her to enter the room. That was until I heard the distinct sound of a door opening and clicking shut, obviously, it was not mine.

That bitch had gone into her room. That presumptuous woman told me to wait for her. As royalty I wait for no-one. Without a second thought I stood up and made my way to her bedroom, making sure my footsteps were heavy. If her hearing was any good she would no doubt know that I was coming; when I arrived at her door I politely barged into the womans’ room. I glanced around the disordered mess, looking for any hint of the woman with no luck. By the distinct sound of water running it was obvious to me that she was in fact in the bathroom. That stubborn bitch is going to shower before coming to me; did she not remember the plans she had set not even five minutes ago.

I walked boldly into her bathroom, Bulma was of course in the shower yet she ignored my distinct presence, "Woman, you were supposed to meet me in my room." I stated in the roughest voice I could, obviously demanding obedience.

 Bulma looked through the glass door, which was covered with a decent amount of steam, "Well Mr. Prince, I felt dirty so I decided to clean myself up before I came and had a playdate with you." She teased mockingly. 

I growled at the stupid statement, "I told you not to keep me waiting.” I fumed in mock aggravation. 

She met my eye through the steamed up glass and stuck her tongue out to me in response. It took everything in me not to rip said door off its hinges. 

“There is no reason to shower when we are just going to get sweaty anyways; you are wasting my time." I rebuked hostility as I crossed my arms against my chest; this was sure to rile her up. 

"Aww poor Vegeta, you want my attention so bad you came and bothered me while I'm in the shower. If you feel as if I am wasting your time, why aren't you training right now?" She taunted confidently.

I grunted in aggravation, she just had to point out the obvious; I should be training, I wasn't supposed to be wasting my time on these stupid indulges. As ludicrous as it seemed I came here with a mission; I needed to push this overconfident woman into submission and I will complete this task.

I striped my training shorts off and opened her shower door, stepping into the tiled cube with her. I stood face to face with the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on.

The hot water cascaded down her figure, it made her body glisten, and the already angelic skin called to me. She was so different compared to the few saiyan women I encountered in my early childhood. I knew her skin was smooth to the touch, I was caught staring at her from the neck down. When I finally looked up I was met with flushed red cheeks, her scrunched lips and electrifyingly blue eyes. Either the hot water had reddened her cheeks or I'd made her angry, just as planned.

"Excuse me mister! What do you think you are doing?" She asked with hostility.

I smiled at her pathetic question as if it wasn't obvious, "Why I'm just here to take what I want." I stepped closer to the blue hair beauty, swiftly grabbing her by the waist with my right hand and bringing her hips to mine. The hitch in her breath only excited me more; I used my other hand to go for her neck gently gripping it from the side. I was proving my dominance to her, and with my nose to hers, I caught her fiery blue eyes.

"You can't take things without asking Vegeta! That's not very nice!" She tenaciously scolded me, the fire in her eyes flaring wickedly.

 I couldn’t help but chuckle at her statement.

"Oh Bulma, when are you gonna learn? I am not nice." I growled maliciously. I didn't give her a chance to respond. I crushed my lips to hers but she didn't even offer any hassle. She immediately gave way to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck forcing me to move my hand to the nape of her neck where I had a handful of her silky blue hair trapt between my fingers.

Her body against mine felt so right, every piece molded so perfectly to me and I just wanted to devour her entirely. It was foolish how easily I could lose myself in this reckless passion

(Bulma POV)

I hadn't actually expected Vegeta to be waiting in his room, I somewhat expected him to be back in the gravity room. The gods must be booking in my favor for the prince of all saiyans to get a wild hair up his ass and come to my bathroom. Where I happened to be showering; just so he can voluntarily show me how much he wants me. 

His calloused hand on my hip is so firm in its grip, and his fingers barely tugging on my hair was making my body quiver with excitement. I thought I was being comedic when I played with his temper but if this is the reaction I'll get from now on, it is welcome. I couldn't help but moan into our kiss, it was pure bliss to have such a merciless man pursuing me. I enjoyed the way he made me feel so electrified, it was only in his presence that I felt could be disrespected but also made to feel very appreciated. His body was so rough and beat up and I wanted to know the story behind every scar. He deepened the kiss beckoning my tongue to continue the battle that it had started earlier. 

My harsh mood was dissipating, instead I was turning needy, soft, and wanting.

I wanted Vegeta to have me, to actually take me in. I moved my hands into his hair to pull him back, he broke the kiss; giving my lips a break so I could speak. "Can we please move this to a bed?" I pleaded breathlessly. 

I wanted to feel Vegeta on top of me, the burning passion inside of me wasn't from the hot water in this shower. I wanted to take Vegeta to my bed, to have him all to myself. He grunted at my statement and I felt him release my hip to reach behind me to turn off the water. He swiftly picked me up and threw me over his recently burned shoulder.

This isn't exactly what I expected. As Vegeta stepped out of the shower it was like the air surrounding us heated up just enough to evaporate the water on our bodies. I was obviously fascinated about it and I was about to ask him about it when he stepped through the bathroom door. But the question left my mind as he strutted past my bed and straight towards my bedroom door, "Vegeta! We are not leaving my room like this!" I anxiously scolded the saiyan.

He chuckled, "Your room is a disaster. My room is right next door, we'll be there soon." He countered cockily.

I groaned in frustration. “This is ridiculous.” I huffed assertively. I started to kick my feet trying to free myself from his hold. Vegeta slapped my ass, fairly hard, causing me to squeal before he spoke. 

"Stop fidgeting, woman you'll be in bliss soon enough, give me three seconds." His voice had a sultry tone to it and I couldn't help but blush at his statement.

He opened my door and looked both ways down the hallway; he calmly strutted to his room. With me casually over his shoulder like a towel, both of us buck naked. 

I was embarrassed. Even though no one had seen us by the time we were in his room I was arguing with him, "Kami! Why would you do that? What if somebody had... Oof.. hey that wasn't very polite Vegeta!" In the middle of my tirade, he had thrown me onto his bed, the look on his face only fueled my little tantrum.

He had his signature smug smile, his arms crossed, and his eyebrows were raised. He was practically laughing at me. "Vegeta you sir are an asshole," I began my verbal assault, I started to sit up but he laid over me before I could completely push my body up.

He brought his mouth to my ear. "You are so captivating when you're angry, but you said you were mine; so now you will obey me Bulma." He gruffly declared. 

My eyebrows shot up at the sound of my name on his tongue. I couldn’t help my lopsided smile, he complimented me in his own little way and admitted he wanted me. "What must I obey My Prince?" I playfully inquired with a smooth voice, a complete one-eighty. 

My tantrum was forgotten, I wanted to please this Prince.

"I want you to obey me body and soul. You will be so spoiled by me no other man will give you what I have given." His words weighed heavy on my ears, electrifying excitement courses through my veins.

"You already have me Vegeta, I am all yours." I hastily state. 

He growled into my ear as a response and ground his erection against my abdomen.

I felt him move down my body as he started doing something I had been thinking of since the night before. He grabbed my legs, spreading them with his brute force before he quickly put his face to my pussy. As his calloused hands kneaded the flesh of my upper thighs I felt his tongue caress my clit. His name slipped past my lips in the form of a choked moan, it seemed to encourage the saiyan even more. I have no clue if he has actually ever had sex, but he sure knew what to do, it felt so fucking good. He was making my body twitch and I couldn't help but ball my hands up in his sheets.  

His tongue continued its assault on my clit, and one of his hands released my hip. He quickly maneuvered his hand down below. I felt him slowly introduce one finger into my dripping core, the moans that escaped from my lips tore at my throat. He continued this onslaught until I felt like I was going to burst.

When he pulled away I groaned as a complaint but he smashed his lips to mine, drawing me into a passionate kiss, our tongues followed each other in a game of tag. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him closer. I tried to be easy around the burn on his shoulder but it was hard to think straight with him teasingly rubbing his hard cock against my pussy.

I broke the kiss, pulling away to meet his ravenous stare, "Please take me Vegeta!" I carelessly whined my plea out to him with a strained cry. 

I heard him growl as he straightened up his body, still lazily teasing his tip at my entrance.

"Will you do something for me, little minx?" He questioned me confidently. 

I nodded to him, "Anything you want, My Prince." I cooed back to him. I saw a rare smile grace his lips. 

I stared longingly at the saiyan as he maneuvered off the bed opting to stand right at the edge of the mattress as he slowly stroked himself.

"Come over here and suck on this royal cock." He directed gutturally. 

I knew it wasn't going to be a yes or no question; it was a command and I instantly repositioned myself on the mattress so that his large cock was right in front of my face. I looked up to meet his onyx gaze and slowly reached a tentative hand up to grab him, savoring the small sigh that escapes his lips.

I slowly bring my own lips forward to gently suck on the tip of his engorged manhood, allowing my tongue to swirl along the head of his cock while I slightly jerked the base of it. He let out a grunt of approval, his hands sneaking their way into my hair as I continued to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. 

Relaxing my throat I calmly focus on my rhythm. Every so often I would allow the tip of his cock to grace the back of my throat before I would pull back and continue my ministrations to the head of his manhood. I moaned around his cock as his grip on my hair tightened, I started to ramp up the pace of my onslaught when I felt Vegeta tug my hair pulling me back. I released his cock from my mouth, and a small string of saliva dripped down the side of my lips as I met his intense stare. 

One of his hands left the grip it had in my hair in succession to caress my jawline, I sighed into the touch but I never let my eyes leave his. No words were exchanged as he calmly motioned for me to move up on the bed. He crawled on top of me, his strong legs straddling my own. He bent over his hot breath against my ear, I gasped as I felt his hand squeeze at my chest. I eagerly waited for him to say something but instead, he took one of my nipples and pinched it slightly between his rough fingers.

I couldn't help but buck my hips towards his, feeling his erection throb against my thigh. The fingers that were just playing with my nipples trailed down to grab at my thigh. Vegeta sat up, grabbed my leg and forced it up until my foot rested on his shoulder, I shivered as his hand continued to knead into my thigh; his other hand snaking its way in between my legs to reach my twitching clitoris. I exhaled roughly as he teased past the sensitive nub so he could slowly push one of his fingers inside of me, he began teasing me; his obsidian eyes bore into my own.

I shivered under his gaze, gasping for more. He pulled his teasing finger away from my pussy, only bringing it towards my face to gently brush it against my bottom lip. I gently sucked the taste of myself off his finger. I heard what sounded like a purr emitting from his chest but before I could question the noise I felt him thrust inside of me.

As soon as he bottomed-out in I was in paradise; he had such a nice girth, the length of him felt just right, it was so hard to explain the pleasure I was feeling. Vegtea’s eyes burned into me as he began a brutal rhythm. My fingers gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white, Vegeta holding my shaking leg perfectly straight against his chest.  Inaudible squeals left my throat raw, my chest heaving for breath through my battle with carnal lust. I was laid open and bare beneath the saiyan, his lustrous stare would forever be ingrained in my mind, no man had ever looked at me in such a way. 

Vegeta pushed himself forward in order to bury his face in my neck, my leg bending back with him making it so he could pound himself deeper inside of me. 

Due to years of adolescent gymnastics, my body was beyond flexible. At the angle it was hard to concentrate on anything but the feeling of ecstasy flooding my veins. I couldn't hold back the words cascading from my lips, "Fuck Vegeta, you own me, oh Kami Vegeta I'm only yours, Fuck I love you so fucking muccchhh." I couldn't stop the statement from escaping and it seemed to fuel Vegeta even more. He bit into my neck so brutally that the pleasure mixed with pain was pushing me toward the edge. Vegeta continued to pound into me, my throat raw from the broken moans that fell from my lips. My other leg tightened around his waist, our slickend bodies forced closer together. Vegeta's ragged breath was at my neck before he brought his mouth up to my ear, "You are mine Bulma." He husked with conviction.

Pure bliss rushed over me, from the thrusting of his cock, and with those sickeningly rough words I was pushed over the edge, I came hard on Vegeta's cock. I heard him moan as my pussy clenched around him. Raw pleasure caused termours to rock my body until suddenly Vegeta very aggressively bites back into my neck a second time as he shoved himself as deep as he was allotted. 

The searing pain from his bite mixed with my lingering fog of pleasure and I moaned along with him. There was no sense of time as my mind whirled, his cock throbbed as he came inside of me. A flood of euphoria washed over me before everything faded to black. 

(Vegeta's POV)

I couldn't help myself.

I didn’t intend to leave any marks on the woman much less possibly permanently scar her with my canines. I tried to condemn these emotions. I was embarrassed to say the least but it felt so satisfying to call her mine in the moment. I will never understand why she says that she loves me. It should have repulsed me but for now I couldn’t be bothered. All I wanted to do was to relax, even if it's only for just a moment. I hid my face in her neck, gently licking the small bead of blood from the area where I had just bitten her. I let my cock soften inside her before I slowly pulled it out, Bulma let out a soft whine as I did so. 

I pushed myself off the bluenette and analyzed the woman beneath me. I had expected to be met with her searing blue stare but instead I noted she was unconscious. My muscles stiffened in panic as I studied her body keenly; the steady rising and falling of her naked breast assured me she was in fact alive. A sigh of relief left me as I maneuvered to sit up on the side of the bed. I rubbed over my face before I walked over to the bathroom. I reached for one of the rarely used towels and proceeded to wipe myself off. I threw the towel in the dirty clothes hamper before I walked back over to the woman. She laid undisturbed in my bed, her hair messily splayed beneath her; the sunlight streaming into the window made her skin glisten and I felt a creeping sensation building in my gut. I quickly shoved it away and settled myself down. I ignored my nagging subconscious as I settled myself on the flat of my back. I allowed my arm to curl around her shoulder bringing her body closer to my own. The unconscious woman sighed in contempt, easing her head on my blistered shoulder, her arm lazily draping itself over my chest. 

I was used to creatures cowering in fear simply by my presence; I was known for being a destructive threat. Yet despite my nefarious actions this woman seemed to have the exact opposite reaction to my presence. She was such an enigma, a puzzle I had yet to fully piece together. I kept gazing down at her peacefully sleeping form, my arm around her shoulder; this was a foreign scenario, possibly the most tranquil I have ever felt. 

I had never imagined myself in such a position. In the past had I participated in anything remotely close to this I would consider myself ridiculously weak-minded. Despite this thought I couldn't deny that this seemed ideal, I didn’t feel weak; in fact I was acutely aware of what steps I needed to take in order to achieve my goal. For the first time in my life I am not worried about survival, dare I say my only worry was knowing I had to leave after this moment. 

I gently caressed the shoulder of the blue-haired earthling who now laid half-atop me. I looked over to the sunlight streaming in from the window. Even though my subconscious was telling me I should jump out of the bed to continue my training I let my eyes close. My thoughts wandered along the line of what preparations I needed to complete. I allowed myself a moment to rest next to the alluring woman for the second day in a row.
...

I woke up to the blue-haired woman still asleep against my chest, the sun had set and I had no clue what time it was. I did know I was hungry. I looked down at the fascinating woman, Bulma, her face barely lit by the budding moonlight. Her features were just so perfect in my mind, I caressed her hair and leaned down to kiss her forehead. I have softened, maybe too much to achieve super saiyan. I couldn't help but sigh, I had to leave Earth; I can't allow myself distractions such as her any longer. I have to train somewhere else and allow myself some solitude.

For some reason, I felt an emotion that I was very uncomfortable with.

There was this tearing in my chest and every time I look down at Bulma and tell myself I have to leave, it causes this pain that I've never encountered. This isn't good.

I allowed myself to caress her face for the last time. Even though she was blissfully sleeping I was reminded of my dream from the night before. I didn't feel the tear until it fell off my face and onto hers. I cursed under my breath and wiped it away; I angrily stared away from the woman and out the window, refusing to let the rest fall. Saiyans don't feel emotions, and they don't train with distractions.

I looked over to the desk to stare at the two neatly folded sets of armor; I will make good use of them in space. I slowly peeled the sleeping woman off of me and stepped out of the bed. I stretched my arms as I silently walked over to the desk. I quickly dressed in one of the sets of armor before I silently made way out of the room with the other set tucked under my arm. I didn’t dare look back over to the sleeping bluenette; I instantly honed in on the older man's energy. Thankfully he was in the private lab, I would need a couple of things from him before I take my leave.

As I made my way down to the labs I went through my mental checklist. I found the older scientist with his back hunched over what appeared to be a training bot, perfect. 

“Old man, I am leaving for space in thirty-minutes time. How many bots have you completed?” I demanded as I stomped towards his work bench. 

He looked up from his station and rubbed his chin, “I’ve only finished two, so you should have a total of five to work with instead of eight.” He answered matter-of-factly. 

“That’ll have to do, is the ship fully fueled and stocked with reserves?” I questioned hastily. 

The older man nodded his head as an affirmative while he lit one of those blasted tobacco sticks, “You seem to be in a hurry my boy, why such a rush?” He questioned back earnestly. 

I rolled my eyes at his intrusive question but answered truthfully, “I need to achieve super saiyan and this planet is too distracting.” I plainly stated. 

The older man shuffled around his desk and walked towards me, “Have you told my daughter of your plans?” He continued to question lightly. 

I tsked before replying, “She has nothing to do with this.” I dead-panned bluntly. 

He squinted his eyes at me before blowing out a plume of gray smoke. “Whatever you say my boy, let's get you loaded up.” He casually stated. 

I nodded my head in agreement, trying to ignore the guilt building in my chest.

(Bulma's POV)

When I woke up I could tell something was off, and that something was causing the whole room to shake. I jumped up, Vegeta wasn't next to me. I panicked, where did he go, worst case scenarios were running through my mind. My heart dropped into my stomach as I gathered up the sheet so I could race down the hallway to my room. I forced my balcony door open.

I didn't care if the only thing covering my body was a sheet; the colder air didn't bother me. All I could feel was bitterness intermingled with heartbroken rage as I watched the gravity room launch itself into outer space. I knew Vegeta was on board captaining the ship, I felt the tears running down my face. I wanted to scream but suddenly I felt too weak. I glared at the ship until it was nothing but a speck in the night sky. I ignored my wet face as I held my arms tightly to my bare chest. I dragged myself to my bed. There was no point in holding back my tears; I was just in bed with that man. 

That alien man had blessed me with the most passionate sex of my life, only to just jump up and leave me. It wasn’t the fact that he went to space that got to me, it was the fact he left without saying goodbye, I should have expected such from a heartless bastard like him.

My chest was constricted, the pain was worse than any heartache I felt with Yamcha. I hadn’t realized the depth of my feelings towards the brash saiyan. I tossed and turned trying to console myself amongst my blankets. I didn't feel comfortable in my bed anymore. Even though Vegeta just left I got up; still naked, and walked straight back to his room.

I glared down at the bed he just left me in, I wanted to be infuriated with the man yet I fell back into the ruffled sheets. I curled up to the pillow the princes’ head was just resting on hours before. I inhaled the scent of the Prince and cried even more. I mentally berated myself. I should have known this would happen; I wanted to be angry with him yet I didn't know what to do or how to feel. I was uncomfortably numb.

~

The first day went by in a blur. I had somehow managed to dress myself and find my way down stairs to the kitchen. My mother had asked so many annoying questions that I just grabbed my plate and went back up stairs to the solitude of his room. 

~

After the first week of Vegeta’s absence my mood fluctuated from being infuriated with the man to being devastated by his impromptu adventure to space. I had tried to get some work done in the lab but my mental state was shot. Here I sat fuming in the kitchen, not caring that I was eating strawberry ice cream at nine in the morning. I still didn’t understand why he left in the first place; my father and I slaved away to create a shit ton of awesome equipment just for him to get wild hair up his ass and leave for the emptiness of outer space. 

I scraped the bottom of the container devouring the last heap of sweet ice cream, it’s ridiculous I couldn’t get my mind off that cold-hearted bastard. I angrily pushed my chair out from the table and stomped over to the trash can. I disposed of the empty container and stomped over to the freezer. I ripped the door open and glared at the last two pints of ice cream. “I hope that asshole blows himself up.” I fummed angrily to the empty kitchen.

~

I woke up for the third day in a row with my stomach lurching and my head pounding with an insensitive headache. I rolled over on my left side to try to ease my quesing stomach. It seemed to work for a moment as I took several deep breaths. As I laid on the flat of my back I felt a familiar pooling of saliva at the back of my throat. I groaned in frustration; my head pounded as I hurriedly tossed the blanket aside so I could rush to the bathroom. I messily grabbed my hair up in one hand as my stomach lurched. 

I dry heaved for several minutes until my empty stomach dispelled the acidic yellow bile. I took several deep breaths as my stomach thankfully seemed to ease itself. I ignored the burning in my throat as I pushed myself off the floor to stand at the sink. My body trembled as I prepared my toothbrush. I glared at my reflection in the mirror as I began brushing my teeth, obviously dissatisfied with my current lapse in health. Prior to this sickness I had been working myself to the bone, barely taking a day off through the beginning of the month of September. I hadn’t been back down to the lab since yesterday afternoon when my stomach began acting a fool for the second day in a row. I haven’t been sick like this since my adolescence, it peeved me more than it should have.  

I rinsed my mouth and dragged myself back to bed. The sunlight streaming through the curtains on my balcony door irritated my eyes, causing my already aching head to hurt worse. I wrapped myself in my duvet trying to shield my eyes from the determined stream of light. I knew it would be impossible to sleep with the deadening ache in my right temple. With nothing to occupy my sickened mindstate I stewed in frustration about the saiyans’ absence. He has been gone for a whole month and I had no clue when that asshole would be back. 

While my irritation with the saiyan was prominent my frustration with the natural light assaulting my room frustrated me more. Even with my weakened state of body I found myself stumbling out of bed and towards the saiyans’ old room. I closed the door behind me before I wandered over to the only window. I pulled down the roller shade to completely block out the sun. With a sigh of relief I dragged myself to the queen sized mattress. I balled myself in the cool temperate comforter as I rested my head on the pillow.

My mother had obviously changed the bedding and the fresh scent of my favorite lavender laundry soap waffed around me. My head was still pounding but my stomach hadn’t lurched at the potent scent, it was easier to relax in this room for the time being.   

~

 Days merged with one another, I had brought my lap-top to his room; I tried to work on some newer inventions that didn’t pertain to him, to keep my mind busy; but nothing ever seemed to satisfy me. With my unpredictable stomach I had stopped working in the lab, the fluorescent lights were prone to bring forth mind-numbing headaches. Today was one of those days where I've barely moved out of bed. My mom came up to visit me, this time she didn’t pry into why I was here in Vegeta's room. She just came to bring me some chicken soup and decided she would stay with me for some company. While I tried a couple spoonfuls of the broth she rambled on about her garden complaining that it was much too cool considering it was the second week of October.

I nodded my head along as she explained which array of flora she would set to plant since autumn seemed to be making an early appearance. My mind drifted from the conversation, it’s been two full months since he left. My stomach turned as the notion quickly soured my mood; when he gets back he is going to hear quite the mouth-full from me. I glared down at the soup my mother had brought before I glanced back up to her. “Is something wrong dear? Did I add too many peppercorns to the soup?” My mother asked worriedly. 

“No, the soup is just fine, just bummed out about this stomach bug is all.” I replied earnestly. 

My mother nodded her head before giving me a lopsided smile, “You should probably go and see a doctor dear.” She coaxed tenderly. 

I shook my head in refusal, “Mom, I’m fine, I don’t need to see a doctor.” 

My mother gave me a careful once-over, as she pinched her lips together. “Whatever you say darling.” She replied as she shrugged her shoulders. 

She made her leave from the room and I eagerly set the bowl of soup aside. I stepped out of the bed and reached for the almost empty pack of cigarettes on the table. My mother had left the door to the room open and I peaked my head out to make sure she had already made her way down the hall. I rushed over to my room and maneuvered around the clothes on the floor to access my balcony. 

I had never been much of a chain-smoker, that was more along the lines of my fathers personality. I plopped down in the lawn chair and lit the second to last cigarette. Although since Vegeta’s departure to space I would consider myself a chain smoker. Well at least on the days where I wasn’t pinned to bed with a headache and an aggravated stomach. 

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I knew it was going to be another long, dragging day; my stomach finally stopped lurching and it was almost twelve in the afternoon. I was starving, I knew it was time to go and eat something, anything. I dragged myself out of the bed and walked over to the dresser. I pulled open one of the middle drawers, choosing a clean capsule corp t-shirt. I had moved a small portion of my wardrobe over to the room, my plan was to be right here when he returned. I would be ready to rip him a brand new ass-hole; just to prove a point to that cold-hearted bastard. 

I stomped out of the room and down the hall, hoping nobody would be in the kitchen to bother me while I raided the cabinets. As my luck would have it the kitchen was empty. I scoured through the cabinets, ignoring the huge selection of cereal in turn for a new package of blueberry bagels. 

I hastily grabbed one out of the plastic package, setting it down on the counter as I returned the rest of the package to the bread cabinet. I grabbed my bagel and walked over to the drawer to grab a butter knife, and as I made my way to the toaster I cut the bagel in half. I popped it into the toaster and proceeded to grab a plate from the cabinet above me, while the bagel toasted the kitchen soon filled with the sickly blueberry scent. It made my stomach turn, to say I was annoyed by the situation was an understatement. 

When the bagel popped out of the toaster I quickly deposited the hot bread on the plate. I glared at the innocent bagel as I argued with my stomach. After taking far too many deep breaths I had the gull to butter said bagel. Had it been a normal day in my life I would have buttered and devoured this bagel without a second thought. It wasn’t even afternoon and I was already done with today, I tossed the used knife in the sink and carried my plate over to the table.

 With my free hand I pulled out the chair, plopping down while I gently laid my plate in front of me. I wearily picked up half of the bagel, ignoring the flopping of my stomach as I took my first bite. The more I chewed the better it tasted, when I swallowed the small bite I sighed in relief; one bite down.

I was almost done with my first half of the bagel when my mother strutted into the kitchen, she was humming the distinct tune of the monster mash. I rolled my eyes at her blissfulness and focused my attention on the bagel. While I gnawed on the rest of the first half I started to count the pieces of blueberry in the second half. I was completely ignorant to what was happening around me, absolutely absorbed in my counting endeavor; I was on number twelve when my mother set a mug beside my plate.

I looked up and was greeted with her usual smile, “It’s good to see you out of bed, I made you a nice cup of coffee.” she cheerfully stated.

I gave her a small smile and looked wearily at the mug, I can’t believe I didn’t hear it brewing. “Thanks Mom.” I choked out as I glanced between her and the mug on the table. 

She walked away and returned shortly after with her own smaller mug in hand. “Do you mind if I join you?” She asked politely.  I gave her another light smile and small nod, deciding it was best not to act annoyed by her thoughtful actions. 

“Sure, I don’t mind at all.” I replied with a brighter smile, she giggled lightly as she took her seat across from me. My attention was once again on the bagel but the wafting scent of the dark roasted coffee was turning my stomach. I picked up the last half of the toasted bagel, gulping slightly before daring to take a bite. I forced myself to chew, trying no to show any sign of my nausea to my mother; I knew she would pry. Thankfully we sat in a comfortable silence and I managed to eat the rest of my bagel with-out gagging. When I risked glancing up at my mother I noticed that her smile never faltered, I raised an eyebrow to her as she cleared her throat to speak. 

“Darling, do you want to help me pass out candy tonight?” she questioned merrily. 

I looked at her questionably, “Candy? Who are we handing candy out to?” I asked in blatant confusion. 

She giggled at my response and waved her hand dismissively, “To the kids, it's Halloween silly and we aren’t hosting a party this year!” She explained enthusiastically. 

I contained my shock and gave her a weary smile, “Wow, Halloween already,” I glanced between my full coffee cup and back up to my mother, he’s been gone almost three months now. I reject my feeling of sadness focusing on the question at hand. I gave my mother another fake smile, “Sure mom, I can help you hand out candy; I have nothing better to do anyway.” She beamed me another bright smile and I swiftly made my exit: I had to mentally prepare myself for the overload of children that would swarm our lawn later. I knew my mom had purchased full sized candy bars, she always did. 

I dragged myself up the stairs and for the first time in a while I walked straight into my room. I went to my closet and threw open the door. I had to come up with a last minute costume, finally something simple to keep the saiyan off my mind for a bit. I have always enjoyed Halloween and I was thankful for my array of clothes. While sorting through my pile of old costumes I came upon my halter belt from last year. I tossed it to the side and let out a sigh, last year's party had been excellent until Yamcha decided to rudely whip my alien house guest. I couldn’t help but chuckle about the whole ordeal, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about those two fighting like dogs this year. 

With my mood shifting more positively I settled on being a black cat. I picked out a black unitard and leggings, I had the perfect headband. With my outfit decided I searched my loose pockets for the pack of cigarettes I knew I had stored. As I smoked I stared into the clouded sky. I spent a good amount of time lounging on the balcony after my cigarette ebbed to a finish. My curiosity towards the sayians’ whereabouts picked at the back of my mind. When I began to get settled in my emotions I pushed myself up, it was Halloween for Kami’s sake and I was going to at least try and enjoy myself.  

I grabbed my costume off the bed and decided to get dressed. As I added whiskers and a black nose to my face my stomach began to turn. I gave my reflection in the vanity mirror a dissatisfied frown; I wish this damn stomach bug would let up. 

~

It's been almost four months since Vegeta left; I thought Halloween had come quickly but November seemed to be flying by. Thanksgiving is next week and I was anything but thankful, more so I was officially emotionally numb to the whole Vegeta situation. Or so I tried to convince myself of that matter.

I continue to wake up sick to my stomach almost every morning; I had convinced myself it was due to my poor eating routine. Even coffee seemed to have lost its appeal to me, just the smell of it turned my stomach and my mother had definitely noticed this change. Somewhere down the line my anger seemed to diminish, simply because I really did miss the saiyan prince with every fiber in my being. 

I was well aware that there is a video calling system installed in the ship but I can't work my nerves up enough to call him. When I would find myself in the lab I would be stuck staring at the ships constantly shifting coordinates. I had smoked plenty of cigarettes as I glared frustrated at the start call button. I just wanted to call him and tell him how much of an asshole he was, I wanted to tell him he would never be welcomed on my property again. Then I would instantly feel guilty about my reasoning. He was afterall an alien, one who had been a soldier in a ruthless army. I would always offer the man refuge at my home because I knew deep down he had nowhere else to go.

Today had been a day where I wrestled with my delusional feelings towards the man. It was obvious by the way he had left without a word that whatever happened between us was nothing to him. I had been so ignorant, so caught up in my own delusion I failed to realize who I was messing with. I had convinced myself he left because he doesn't want to see me. It hurts to admit such a thing but I guess that's something I will have to live with. Yet here I was sulking in the room that was ‘his’. I don’t remember ever feeling like this, of course when Yamcha died I had been upset but we got lucky there were dragon balls that could resolve such a situation. This on the other hand was completely different, I felt like a spoiled brat.

I, Bulma Briefs, have torn my own heart out by getting involved with the cruelest man to live. Even as those words grace my thoughts I think back to the days leading up to his departure. I try to ignore the ache in my chest, I was still waiting here in his bed; right where he crudely left me. I had moved my TV into the room a while back, I mindlessly stared at the people on the screen. I should have never gone to his room that night, maybe if I left the situation to him he would have never had to leave.

 He would still be here demanding me to fix the gravity room, instead I had messed things up and he was gone; he probably wasn’t going to come back. I rubbed my dry eyes, as I ran a hand through my unkempt hair I convinced myself that I needed a shower, it just might ease my intense feeling of dread. As I pulled my body out of the bed I realized that I was so used to getting anything that I wanted that this was the first time in my life I had faced true failure. I’ve never felt this crushed, this was the first time I truly ever felt defeated.
…

I spent most of the past week scrolling through different documents on my lap-top, my father had asked for my second opinion on his artificial intelligence study and I was actually very interested in the subject matter. After spending most of the morning in my temporary room I decided a trip to the kitchen to get some water would do me some good. 

As I walked down the stairs my nose was assaulted with way too many smells; of course it was Thanksgiving already. Normally I would be elated, it was one of my favorite holidays yet it seemed more like an annoyance now. I remembered how my mother informed me that we would keep it small this year; the smells wafting through the house guarantees a decent sized feast. 

As I sauntered into the kitchen I was met with an array of worker bots, and my mother guiding them along. The six burner stove was covered I'm different sized pots, and an array of covered dishes scattered the counter tops. I maneuvered my way through the chaos, managing to make it to the pantry without disrupting anything. I grabbed myself a room temperature water and turned to watch the chaos. My mother was fluent in her actions, taking a second to whisk something on the stove. She replaced the cover and swiveled on her heel to check on the worker bot's progress. When she noticed me at the door of the pantry her eyes flew open and she clapped her hands together gleefully.

"Hey sweetie!" She rushed over to me avoiding the workers' bots as she beamed me a bright smile. "The food won't be done for another forty-five minutes; but if you're hungry I made plenty of deviled eggs. I know they're your favorite!" She pointed towards the fridge where the offered eggs resided. 

I gave her a dismissive wave of my hand before I replied, "I'll just save my appetite for the meal, thanks anyways." I walked past her and maneuvered out of the kitchen. I was not looking forward to this meal, I will barely be able to keep down the stuffing, much less indulge myself on those damn teasing eggs. 

Whatever was bothering my stomach had completely affected my taste buds; I have convinced myself that it must be a stressed induced stomach bug. My throat wasn't bothering me it seemed, everything was normal, I had no fever, just had to deal with my ridiculous loss of appetite, bouts of nausea and the occasional migraine.

~

Four months to the day Vegeta left I found out why I wasn't feeling so up-to-par, especially in the mornings. My mother had forced her concern on me; especially after the thanksgiving fiasco where I ended up miserable, vomiting the variety of food I had tried to force down. She argued with me for two-weeks straight before she took matters into her own hands and called a doctor to come and do a full check-up at the compound. 

At the time I was aggravated at my mother for doing such a thing, I thought I was just stressing myself out too much and that was the cause of my illness. I had stormed down the hall towards the infirmary to meet the doctor my mother had called up. He was a short young man with light blonde hair, he jumped when I stomped into the room. 

He expressed that my mother had explained some of her concerns with him but as a doctor he wanted to hear my issues first hand. After stating my spiel I looked at the doctor with a calculated glare. I had declared that I didn’t think there was anything wrong with me except a bad case of depression. He nodded his head and continued his routine; he listened to my heart, listened to my lungs, he did a blood-pressure check, looked at my throat and took a quick peek in my ear. 

He expressed that if he could collect a blood sample he could confirm his own suspicions to me. He was quick to prick me and collect his sample, giving me a reassuring smile before stating he would be back in a moment with the results.

I had sat comfortably in the infirmary, patiently waiting for fifteen-minutes. When the doctor returned he had a bright smile on his face. I was eager to hear the news.

I was pregnant.

At first I argued with the man, I couldn’t possibly be pregnant; I was on birth control. He showed me my own chart and explained that birth-control is not always one-hundred percent effective. After discussing more in-depth about the ridiculously long list of reasons why the birth control could have failed, we discussed the next step to take and then some more off-handed things. He expressed to me that if I needed to immediately stop taking my birth control and I shook my head in collaboration. His voice boomed through my ears as the news fully sunk in. He immediately began listing his recommended obstetricians.

Through my shocked mind fog I somehow managed to express to the doctor that he was not to discuss this with any other colleagues of his. He gave me his word explaining he had already signed a non-disclosure form before he expressed his congratulations towards the news. With a curt nod he had calmly left the infirmary. Meanwhile, I was in a daze; I stood up from the infirmary cot, turning to look out the window. It was second nature to find solace in the snow covered lawn. It was December, four months since that night and the consequences for my actions rang out.

I was pregnant. 

I turned and walked out of the infirmary shocked. Without realizing it I had walked back to the 'room', or Vegeta's old room. I stared at the bed before falling into it, I curled up into a little ball.

Hands on my stomach I lay there questioning life. I was terrified of what is to come with a baby, and the father isn't even here for me to tell him. What if he doesn't believe it's his, I don't want to argue with him over the phone like a psycho. As I laid there curled on the bed I suddenly had an epiphany; even if Vegeta didn't care about this baby I told myself that this is the only piece of Vegeta that I’ll ever get to have. 

The more I thought about having my own piece of the saiyan to myself, the better I felt actually. I sat up and wiped away my hot tears. My mood took a one-eighty turn, I am not going to sit here and feel bad for myself. I am Bulma Briefs, and by Kami I will be the best damn mother. I rubbed my stomach with confidence, as sudden as the news was it couldn’t have come at a better time. Who cares if Vegeta is in space, with a sudden burst of energy I ran out of the room. I was eager to go find my father, it was finally time to get my mind working right. 

~

A week after learning I was pregnant and I was feeling a little bit better about the whole ordeal. The morning after I decided to tell my mother and father the news during breakfast. 

Apparently it wasn’t any news to them that they were soon to be grandparents; they both joked and said they had been suspicious the past couple of months but neither party wanted to say anything. It made more sense why I was always met by one of their smiling faces. I was glad to have awesome parents such as my own, even on my darkest days they still manage to bring a smile to my face.

The pregnancy hasn't been easy on me in the least bit, it had taken me three days from my initial doctor's visit to finally select an obstetrician. My nerves had been somewhat shot, I immediately stopped smoking as soon as I found out. Of course it was hard to full-on drop the nicotine but luckily I hadn’t dealt with much withdrawal symptoms. I knew it was for the best. I was afterall developing a whole person inside of me. I was a ball of nerves on our first official visit. I discussed many things with her; including requiring her to sign a long non-disclosure agreement before I agreed to have any sort of ultrasound.

 With the load of paper-work signed she started up the machine. I gently expressed to her that I didn’t want to know the gender. She smiled back and assured me we were only doing fetal measurements as she continued her examination. She moved the wand around whilst she analyzed the screen; she took several different measurements on the black and white image on the small screen. When she was finished she flashed me a confident smile and stated that I was around fourteen to sixteen weeks, given that my last period was around the sixth of August.

She printed out some select ultrasound pictures for me. I held them cautiously in my hand. As we wrapped up the appointment by filling in the rest of my chart she also scheduled the rest of my future appointments. When she closed the lap-top she gave me a confident smile and extended her hand out, offering me her business card. She explained that her cell number was written on the back and that if I was in any serious pain or anything abnormal were to happen to me she wanted to be the first to know. She left me alone in the infirmary, with a set of five printed photos of my baby. I looked over the images, my smile widening. 

My mood only soured when Christmas finally arrived, normally it was one of the happiest holidays for me. The days leading up I enjoyed looking at the vibrant lights and the beautifully decorated tree. I still managed to enjoy Christmas Eve with my parents. We watched Christmas comedies that kept the mood positive. That night I had a hard time falling asleep and when I woke up on Christmas day I knew I was going to have a rough time. As I walked down to the kitchen this morning, last Christmas was still fresh in my mind. I sat at the kitchen bar and watched my mother scurry around as she prepared breakfast while she was simultaneously checking on the ham for later. This year was just a regular old feast, nothing like last year's dinner. When we sat down for breakfast I couldn’t help but miss the saiyan prince. 

When my parents and I gathered in the living room to open gifts I had to force a smile. The whole ordeal only made me miss the saiyan prince more. I still remember his face when I had given him his gift; I remembered his snarky comments as well, he always had to be an asshole. After the last present was opened I kindly excused myself. I spent the rest of the afternoon in Vegeta’s old room drawing up mock up prints for a new jet I had in mind. It was a simple transport jet, perfect for three people and it had excellent fuel range, the perfect thing to keep my mind off other things. I worked on the design for hours and I was giving it a final review. I had the print laid out across the bed trying to find any mathematical error. 

I glanced up from the blue-tinged paper and looked out the window. More snow had started to fall and I couldn’t help but smile. As I stretched my arms above my head I happened to glance at the desk on the far side of the room. I fixated on the tattered set of armor on the surface; it was Vegeta’s only true possession in the room. I had purposefully ignored that area since he left, I uncrossed my legs and stepped out of bed to walk over to the desk. The newer sets of armor were no longer on the desk with the old set and it made my heart rate increase; I hadn’t noticed that he took the new armor with him. A smile began to grow and I couldn’t help but get slightly excited, I had almost completely forgotten about that armor. At least I knew Vegtea wasn’t off in space in just a pair of spandex shorts. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of the prince prancing around space in a beat up pair of spandex. A smile spread across my face as I wondered how the armor I had developed was holding up for him. 

~

New years had swiftly passed and my mood was doing drastically better. I was determined to be a good mother and my own mother was doing a great job of catering to my every need. I had finally hit the weird cravings phase of my pregnancy; it was ridiculous that weeks ago regular food made my stomach turn but oh boy were spicy noodles and pickles a necessity nowadays. One morning my mother and I were sitting in the kitchen having a nice brunch, my father had joined. At first he was silent and didn’t put anything towards our giddy conversation about the baby; he waited until our second pause. “Darling, I have been meaning to ask, but have you told Vegeta about this?” He asked casually. 

I gave him a polite smile, “There is no need papa. I'm sure he is super-focused right now in space he doesn’t need to know right away.” I explained calmly.

My father raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure that’s for the best darling? He is the father right, he should know about this of course.” He questioned before he continued to push lightly at the matter, “You know there is a video communicator in the lab that connects directly to his ship right?” He explained smoothly. 

I gave my father another smile, “Yes I know about the communicator papa, don’t worry I will tell Vegeta about this just give me some time beforehand.” I rationalized with him. 

He shook his head in accordance and grabbed a turnover off the tray, “Well then darlings, I’ll be on my way back to the lab.” He announced as he stood from his chair. 

When he walked out I looked over to my mother, she had a devilish smirk on her face, “If you’d like I could always call Mr. Vegeta and tell him the wonderful news!” She giddily offered her services.

I rolled my eyes at her offer, “That won’t be necessary mother. I’m a grown woman and I can do it myself.” I promptly denied her offer. 

She let out a sigh, “Whatever you say dear.” She replied dejectedly. 

 (Vegeta's POV)

I have lost count of the number of days I've spent in space. Most of my time I spent destroying several desolate moons; while the majority of the planets I destroyed were filled with disgusting creatures that I used to push myself until my body would collapse. I took plenty of hits from a multitude of different creatures and the armor seemed to hold up well. I have almost been killed a number of times hence the few tears in the material, nonetheless not a single one of the putrid creatures lived to see another day as I had slayed them with ease.

 I had been pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion yet with every recovery and every self-proclaimed accomplishment I still have yet to achieve the ultimate goal I have been fighting for. I need to become a super saiyan. It is in my blood, I will do whatever it takes to become the strongest warrior. I am beyond angered that I have yet to achieve this goal. 

I was meditating while the ship traveled to the next coordinate I had programmed in place. My mind seemed to be blissfully clear until my thoughts were interrupted by a weird ringing noise. I stormed over to the control panel and was faced with two options, one green and the other red, normally green was a better option than red. When I pressed the green circle the big screen appeared on the far wall of the gravity room. 

I turned around and analyzed the image. It was Bulma, her face looked pale, and her eyes had heavy bags underneath. I couldn't see the rest of her but her beauty never escaped me. I had to remind myself of my goals. I didn't let my hard exterior break, "What do you want, woman?" I asked, trying to seem annoyed.

I had expected her to call as soon as I left but she hadn't, I had been peacefully alone until now, "Vegeta, I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were still alive." her voice was sullen, I had never heard her sound so removed.

 "I am alive as you can see, I have no clue as to when I will return to Earth if that is what you are calling to see." I bluntly stated.

She sighed heavily before she spoke again, "Well Vegeta, just don't run out of fuel. You have about two months supply left; you've been gone for six months,” She explained calmly. I watched her step back in the frame before she bent over to adjust the camera, giving me a nice view of her chest before it unfocused as she took a couple of steps back.

When the camera refocused I could see she had gained weight. It was quite obvious, but it looked really weird on her.

"You have gained some weight, woman." I candidly addressed before she could say anything, my tendency to aggravate the woman obviously hadn’t diminished. 

She chuckled a little before sighing again while gently rubbing her stomach, "Actually I'm pregnant, I found out in December; a couple months after you left." Through the video, our eyes met while I tried to keep my jaw from dropping.

"Why should I care, it is none of my business to know of your personal endeavors." I callously clarified. 

I had to stop my building rage, how dare she sleep with another man. I really had to think about the facts, my eyes glazed over the video image of Bulma.

“It is your business because it’s your child too.” She shouted aggressively. 

My mind exploded to a certain degree- the rage instantly diminished and was replaced with brazen confusion…was I really going to be a father. 

"Are you positive you are bearing my child, it could very well be that weaklings?" I challenged her harshly as I tried to compose myself.

 I could see her obvious annoyance at my acquisition but she stared at me confidently. "I am definitely pregnant, Vegeta, and this child is undeniably yours." She gestured to her stomach, and I stood in silence, letting those words settle in the air.

“The baby is due on the sixteenth of June.” She enunciated the date with the click of her tongue as she continued to rub her stomach. 

I was going to be a father.

I crossed my arms to my chest and cleared my throat, "Knowing this information I will try to make arrangements to be back on earth after the child is born; of course that's only if I have achieved my goal." I announced diplomatically.

I heard Bulma a slight hitch in the woman's breath but she appeared calm and composed. Within the next silent second I watched her shake her head. “Stay safe Vegeta.” She simply waved her hand and walked toward the camera quickly ending the call.

I looked around the empty gravity room, reminding myself I was in the middle of nowhere in space, I was alone. I had half expected more tit-for-tat from the woman but I was relieved the conversation had been abrupt. The information weighed heavily on my mind, a swell of emotion crowding my thoughts. I shouldn’t have been oblivious to the outcome of our coupling together, I had been blinded by too many things to think clearly at that point. This child of mine is bound to be a son; my royal line ensures this. 

I have seen Kakarot's juvenile spawn. I couldn’t lie to myself that the kid has potential. I knew that my genes were superior compared to that third-rank saiyan; Bulma has very capable genes within herself. This offspring would no doubt benefit from her intelligence. The brat would definitely have a superlative chance at being a skilled warrior. 

I couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the thought, but full force the consequences of my actions should have been a hard blow to my saiyan pride. What was done is done, there is no reason for me to be upset. I knew good and well that the woman would have no issues when it came to raising my half-breed spawn. If Bulma was correct and I've been gone for six months then there is about a little over a year left until the androids are to arrive. Suddenly I felt very weak; powerless even, with just a simple thought of those androids. 

I need to achieve super saiyan. 

An image of Bulma with a swollen belly flashed across my vision along with the long haunting dreams of Frieza. All of a sudden more questions started to consume my mind and it was pissing me off. I looked down at the coordinates displayed before me, quickly erasing the previous commands and overriding the system as I chose the closest planet. It was a straightforward decision, it was time to go train.

As soon as the ship began descending onto the desolate planet, I knew it was a good choice; the barren rock was about to get pulverized by a huge asteroid storm. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to clear my mind by forcing myself into survival mode.

I had convinced myself that this was an ideal situation. After hours of struggling through the massive onslaught of asteroids the rhapsodic thoughts still pestered my mind. I was having an external battle with myself. 

I was to be a father.

The androids were due to arrive soon, and I had yet to attain my destined birthright.

Blast after blast, looming question after question. 

Am I not good enough to defend such a pitiful planet? 

Maybe Frezia was right; I was just made for destruction, to cause chaotic death.

I quickly maneuvered myself back to my defensive fighting stance; this was one of the biggest asteroids I’d faced and it hurled itself towards my position on the alien moon. All I could hear in my mind was a slew of Frieza's voice calling me a worthless monkey, images of Kakarot floating around like an imbecile who achieved the ultimate form.

A flash of electrifyingly blue eyes bore into my mind. A fresh swell of anger rushed through me, it was so hard to focus and the massive asteroid was getting closer.

I let out a scream of desperation as I continued to fight an internal battle that would determine my life.

(Bulma's POV)

I had called Vegeta about a week ago, it took a lot of persuasion from both of my parents. I kept trying to convince the both of them that Vegeta probably did not care about me being pregnant. My dad insisted it was only right to let the man know I was carrying his child. While my mother’s reasons seemed to be more from her own deluded state of mind; she thought if I were to call and tell him that he would come back home right away. My mother obviously had blinds over her eyes, because there was no way we were thinking about the same man.

 It just so happened that my parents were going out for a Valentine's day dinner and I had the compound to myself. With my parents not present and no chance of another to snoop over my shoulder; I took it upon myself to call and tell him about my pregnancy. 

It definitely went better than I had expected, there was no screaming or arguing about the like-hood of the child being his. He was short to the point and told me he would eventually come back to the capsule corpse, one day; I let the thought settle in. He would definitely be back to fight the androids. 

In my six months of pregnancy I realized multiple important things. The random attacks of nausea I would get were misleadingly labeled as morning sickness, the cups of ginger tea were my only friends when the occasional bouts of nausea would tear me down. Half of my wardrobe was uncomfortable, thank Kami I had an assortment of non-constricting leggings. I was also thankful that my mother had an honest sense of style so she was always bringing the chicest maternity gowns home. I used to be able to fall asleep anywhere. 

Now the only position of comfort I found to sleep in was when I was posted up on my left side in the middle of the mattress; a recently purchased body pillow to snuggle against. In the past couple of weeks I’d been faced with constant back pain due to an onslaught of kicks from this bound-to-be girl; she was going to be beautiful just like her mother. The best thing to come was that coffee finally stopped turning my stomach and after a very in-death conversation with my obstetrician I was allowed two small cups a day. 

I was excited about the baby but depression still had a light grasp on me. Normally I feel as if I am the strongest woman in the world but ever since Vegeta left I still occasionally wrestle with frustrating feelings of defeat. Learning that I was pregnant may have shocked me at first but it did not take long to accept the fact that I was going to be a mother. Of course I was still a slight emotional mess since the father, being Vegeta, had decided that space is the ultimate bachelor pad. On the days that I found myself particularly down I would make an appearance down in the laboratory. The company had a multitude of projects in the works that were on schedule to begin towards the end of the month. It brightened my mood to nose around the lab to figure out the gist of the upcoming projects. 

Today had been one of the days that I had found myself in the main laboratory. I was content sitting in a rolling chair watching several interns scurry about. It always amused me how they navigated the laboratory with papers shoved in front of their faces. I caught sight of my father across the lab. He was explaining something to a small group of people. When he met my eye through the crowd he gave them all a smile and a wave before ushering his way towards me. I held a lopsided smile as he scuttled up to me. 

“Bulma my dear, how are you doing today?” He cheerfully inquired as he stepped in front of me.

“Really can’t complain,” I answered truthfully while rubbing my stomach, I peered over my fathers shoulder before I continued. “There appears to be a lot of happenings down here.” I queried enthusiastically. 

My father nodded his head as he sat himself atop the neighboring desk, he brought a cigarette to his lips but waited to light it, “Why yes, there is indeed quite a bit of work happening this month.” He explained before he sparked the cigarette at his lips.

He blew the plume of smoke upwards and continued to explain, “Three projects are set to begin on the first of March here within these laboratories; the other two projects begin in a week. They are expected to be produced from the labs at the corporate office downtown; the board wants to supervise those two.” He clarified briskly. 

“Wow, that sounds like you have yourself spread too thin Papa.” I emphatically implied, suddenly feeling as if I had neglected my own responsibility to the company.

He met my eye and his gaze softened, “Well, I was wondering if you’d be up to leading the two projects at the corporate labs.” He asked earnestly.

“Papa, no one outside of this compound can know about my pregnancy.” I answered frankly.

My father rubbed over his mustache, “You would only have to go in two days a week, I’m sure the rest of the things can be handled over video conference; I really want the board to see your capabilities. You’re my successor after all.” My father pushed lightly.

“Papa, I can lead the projects here at home.” I urged with conviction as I nervously rubbed over my stomach. Yamcha and I’s break-up had been all over the tabloids and I didn’t want the paparazzi spreading any rumors.

“Are you sure you want to juggle three projects at a time darling, I was offering you the lighter load for a reason.” He explained, it was obvious he thought his original idea was the better offer.

I rolled my eyes at his worrisome demeanor, “Papa I can definitely handle three projects, when have I ever disappointed you?” I replied earnestly.

“Never my dear,” he quipped with a slight nod as he took another drag of his cigarette, “When can I expect you to work in the corporate office again?” He asked curiously while glancing at my budding bump.

I tossed him a teasing smirk, “Ask me that again when your grandchild is three months old.” I answered sincerely.

He nodded as an affirmative, “I’ll fill you in on those projects tomorrow darling.” He informed me as he stubbed his cigarette. He jumped off the desk and gave my shoulder a reassuring rub before he turned around to return to the group of people he was previously having a conversation with. I stayed in the lab happily watching the bustling of the crowd. I was actually excited about taking the lead on a couple of projects, I had been down in the dumps for too long. 

An hour after our conversation my father walked back over with an arm full of things. He asked if I was busy and naturally and I answered him honestly. He gave me some prints to look over and a set of formulas for some of his newer inventions. He asked if I could scan over them for him in my free time. 

I gathered up the materials and made my way upstairs. Although I enjoyed watching the crowd I knew I needed silence to concentrate. I found myself in the bedroom I had confiscated from the absent saiyan. As I entered the room I flicked on the light, taking a refreshing breath of air. My mind was eager to look at the materials given to me. I pulled a chair out from the barely used desk and settled myself down. I rolled out the print securing the left side with my arm while I grabbed the chest plate from Vegetas’ old armor to secure the other side. It was nice to see the material had other uses. I instantly began analyzing the print in front of me.

 I spent the better half of the afternoon infatuated with the print for my father's new cargo plane. I would occasionally find myself staring at the chest plate to my right hand side, my concentration seeming lost. Even with the difficult equations and interesting designs I couldn't keep the father of my child off my mind. 

The cargo plane was similar to the older model my father had brought when we returned from Namek. It only reminded me of that period of time where I felt invincible, I had completed a voyage that had not only been dangerous but astounding. Life at the compound had been hectic with the whole population of Namek on its premises. Now that I recall that period of time I can’t remember what Vegeta had been up to, he was sort of a recluse. It really wasn’t until after the warning for the androids that his routine became obvious; eat, train, yell for upgrades, eat, and maybe sleep. I found myself wondering about my outlandish attraction to the man. He obviously fit the bad boy classification, maybe even borderline psychotic. For some reason there was something about him that proved he was more than that. 

My mind whittled away at the inane subject matter bringing forth my prior uneasiness about the situation. I easily remember the weeks before I found out I was pregnant I had started to feel as if I had scared the barbarous man away. When I received the wonderful news that was my pregnancy, I wrangled with different thoughts; such as whether his sorry ass could stay gone or wouldn’t it be nice to have the alien father of your half-breed child around. Such thoughts in my early stages had me worried that my child would never meet their father. I had since then disciplined myself so I wasn’t that anxious over the whole situation. I knew I was more than capable in many ways to raise this child on my own, I have plenty of resources and my parents help. I reminded myself about the short conversation with Vegeta and it slightly eased the gnat of anxiety that prickled at the back of my mind. He said he would be back so I would have to take his word to heart. 

I found myself wishing I knew more about Vegeta’s past, hoping that maybe if I knew that information I would understand the man better. He left me in his bed without a word but then he acted civil enough on that call that I knew what he said wasn’t to be tossed away. There was no reasonable explanation to why I still found myself campaigning with my worrying emotions towards the saiyan. He said he would be home after the baby was born but I knew I would still have nightmares where he never returns back to Earth.