Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ So It Is ( Chapter 9 )

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

Chapter Nine

(Bulma’s POV)

The last couple of days had been bizarrely wonderful, albeit quieter than I thought they would be. I had grown accustomed to a very aggravated and feisty saiyan, but since he returned from space he was more docile than he has ever been. Even though I knew I should have moved back into my room I still went to bed in the saiyans’ room. Vegeta didn’t seem too bothered by my actions as he had been joining me in the bed the past two nights with no complaint. With my parents being gone for the week we had the house to ourselves; I expected to be pestered by the saiyan more often. 

Sure the first morning he came down to the lab to find me so he could demand some breakfast but that had been it. Since that moment he never bothered me for food; it was very unlike him to wait for anybody to cook a meal. I know my mom had done a really good job of keeping food cooked around the clock, I on the other hand cooked on my own hellacious schedule. I have lived with the alien for over a year and I had actually grown used to the man fussing about the most trivial things. I wasn’t uncomfortable by the slight shift in the saiyans’ personality, hell he told me last night that my food was ‘Alright’. Never have I known the saiyan to compliment many things, a girl could get used to this attitude. 

Since the saiyan’s arrival I have felt almost rejuvenated, I was suddenly bustling with energy. I have found myself in my father and I’s private lab more often than not these past few days. I was limited with what I could do for the gravity room but I had made great progress with the ki concealer that Vegeta requested. I had spent most of the day yesterday familiarizing myself with the scouter I had gotten off of that crazy guy Raditz; it was hard to not be absorbed with the alien-technology. I hadn’t messed with it much aside from reading random power levels and that’s exactly why it was essential to the testing of the ki-cloaker. 

The hard part was cracking into the system in order to enhance the power reading scale, I didn't want the scouter to explode on me. I had myself ready to pick up where I had left off yesterday, I had to admit this was quite the interesting project. 

~

I laid the scouter next to my almost completed blue-prints, I stared down at the small device I was planning. I knew how cocky the prince is so I knew exactly what the device was for. The prince didn’t want any of the Z-fighters snooping on his progress. I figured he would want to flaunt his strength but I had a feeling this time he wanted to keep the others guessing his power-level. Even though I was supposed to focus all my attention on the designing of the cloaking device I had found myself heavily engrossed with the scouter. Initially I thought the scouter could only read power-levels but after a deep-dive into the rest of the database I discovered the device could also be compared to a work phone. 

I knew Raditz claimed to be Goku’s brother but I hadn’t realized his obvious allegiance to Vegeta. I cracked into a section of the scouter that seemed similar to voicemail and boy was it packed full of demands from the prince himself. I listened to a multitude of them, occasionally laughing my heart out at some of the saiyans' choice words. I couldn’t help the butterflies in my stomach at the realization that I really did want to know more about the saiyan.

I glared down at the blueprints, I knew I should start building a prototype but it was just too easy to day-dream about the prince; he was quite the distraction. As I wrote some notes in the margin of the blue-prints for the ki concealer I reminded myself that the man I was dealing with was most likely emotionally stunted. Sure he understood anger, disgust, fear, and lust but could he delve past those and dive into uncharted territory. 

I know how prideful Vegeta is; his pride may be the only thing he has aside from his monstrous strength. He was a man who would eagerly insult anything, he was always quick to vocalize his irritation to anything not up to his standard. How had I fallen in love with such a barbarous man? I knew the answer to my initial attraction. He was an enigma that I was constantly baffled by. As a scientist I couldn’t contain my curiosity.

 I wasn’t exactly sure if I could put a name to Vegeta and I’s relationship status. I was the mother of his child and even though I’m seven months pregnant I obviously still want Vegeta to touch me. I know he’s not repulsed by me; I can practically feel his eyes burning holes through me whenever we sit at the table to eat. The tension around the situation was almost suffocating. I wanted him to admire me, I wanted him to know that he could relax around me; I knew I was one of the only people he could somewhat tolerate. 

My curiosity is what gave me the courage to initiate this brutal up-hill battle in the first place. I wanted the prince to understand that he too had a chance at a peaceful life. I hadn’t realized that seducing the saiyan prince would put me leaps behind my initial goal. It was obvious to me now that the battle I had begun before he had fled to space was nothing compared to the battle I had in-front of me. When he was away training in space I had told myself that my goal of casually courting the saiyan was highly unobtainable.

After months of wrestling with my feelings of defeat I accepted the fact that the father to my child was incapable of any type of mutual relationship. I even convinced myself that I wouldn’t see the prince until the androids appeared in over a year's time. Now here I am, sitting in my lab trying to develop another gadget to assist the same saiyan who fled to the solitude of space without a day’s notice. 

I mindlessly stared at the blueprint, I was getting nowhere today; my mind refusing to focus on the task at hand. I tossed my pen down on the desk and leaned back in my chair while stretching my arms over my head. I glanced over at the time displayed on my computer screen, great I’ve done practically nothing since I came down here three hours ago. My stomach let out a growl, finally something to get my mind off the saiyan. It was an easy decision to make an early lunch. With the help of my desk I stood up from my chair and made my way out the lab and towards the kitchen. 

I spent over an hour cooking up enough stir-fry to feed a small army. The baby was in a bustling mood, thrashing and kicking about; obviously they knew food was being prepared. I made myself a hefty portion before I put the rest into a giant mixing bowl, I was not going to clean a multitude of dirty plates from one meal. I carefully choose a seat at the kitchen table before I start to eat. I wasn’t even half-way through with my lunch when the saiyan strolled in through the back door. I tried not to stare at the shirtless man as he walked towards the fridge. 

 “If you’re hungry there is plenty of stir-fry.” I announced to the saiyan. He nodded his head and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. I watched as he walked over to the bowl with the rest of the stir-fry. He gathered it in his arms, before he headed towards the table he grabbed a fork out of the silverware drawer. I returned my attention to my food as the saiyan walked over to the table, lucky for me he chose the seat right across from mine. 

 I continued to enjoy my stir-fry with the comforting presence of the aloof saiyan.

“How is the ki-cloaking device coming along?” The prince interrupted the even silence with his obvious interest. 

I glanced up from my bowl and finished my mouthful before I gave the man a small smile. “I have the blueprints completed. I just need to make a prototype and test it before I have anything solid going.” I explained trying to hold back my enthusiasm.

“So you’re not certain it will work?” He pushed imprudently.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself grounded, “No, I am confident it will work. I initially designed something similar for myself.” I replied cockily.

“If that’s the case then it shouldn’t take you multiple tests to have the device figured out.” He snidely commented before taking a bite of his food.

Leave it to him to compliment yet undermine my intelligence, “Concealing a power level as high as yours is no easy feat mister, you're lucky I still have a scouter to even test the damn thing!” I courtly defended myself. 

The saiyan smirked at my defense, “A scouter, I haven’t seen one of those in years; don’t tell me it's Radiz’s old one.” He curiously commented before he took a swig of his water bottle. 

“Actually it is that one, I modified it a bunch, without it I wouldn’t understand galactic standard now would I.” I state arrogantly while taking a confident bite of my stir-fry, I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying the off-hand conversation. 

“You ought to be careful when looking through that data-base, you might hear something offensive.” He tossed back jokingly. 

“Oh please Vegeta. These ears are always tuned in, nothing phases me. You'd be surprised what priceless information Radiz had stored on that scouter, most of it is useless.” I teased back. 

The saiyan rolled his eyes at my comment and continued to eat.

“He had some choice voice memos from a certain someone that were quite hilarious.” I proceeded in a joking manner.

The saiyan paused with his fork-full in mid air “Is that so,” he asked with a raised brow.

I gave the saiyan a wicked smile before I cleared my throat, “Raditz! You insubordinate fool! Get your cowardly ass to the pod launch now or I will shove your leg so far up your anus you’ll waddle like Guldo for the rest of your pathetic fucking existence!” I tried my hardest to imitate a very aggravated prince.

The saiyan let a small chuckle escape him, “I stayed true to my word you know.” He replied maliciously before he put the fork-full in his mouth.

“Of course you did.” I commented, I was not the least bit surprised. I gave the saiyan a small smile before I returned to my own meal. We continued to eat in comfortable silence. I was very satisfied with the casual conversation that had just taken place between the prince and I. We hadn’t really talked much the past couple of days so it was a welcome change of pace. 

As I ate I tried to think about what else I should do today. I was in a small slump in the lab and I wanted to be somewhat productive. I was suddenly reminded of my half cleaned room, it could definitely use some of my attention. When I finished my bowl I stood from my chair and walked my dirtied dish over to the sink. On my way out of the kitchen I gave the saiyan a polite nod.             

~

I had spent the last few hours reorganizing the chaotic mess that was my room. After completing the monumental task of cleaning my vanity I had decided to relax with a cup of tea. I let out a deep breath and looked through the rails of my balcony. I couldn’t see directly into the gravity room but I could see the occasional flash in the small window, indicating that the saiyan was definitely training. When I last checked the time it was four-thirty, at least that was when I walked out of the kitchen and made my way up here with my tea.

The saiyan really did have a very strict training regime and even though he achieved a higher power-level he wasn’t backing down from the intense routine. It doesn’t surprise me that he reached Super Saiyan, I always knew he would. I’ve watched how devoted he is to making himself powerful. I took a sip of peppermint tea and relaxed back into my chair.

Why did he come back?

While I had been cleaning my room the question kept picking at the back of my mind. I reminded myself of the preceding days. He wasn’t completely different compared to when he left, he still occasionally mocks my intelligence. I was a little surprised that he hasn’t asked me to leave his room. I reminded myself of our lunch together, that had been one of the only conversations I’ve had with the man since he came back. I was not ignorant to the distance he tried to put between us during the days, before he journeyed off into space I had barely seen the man in between his arduous trading regime.

Tonight I was going to be bold, I was going to ask him to move into my bedroom. I have no clue if he’ll even be interested in my offer but I believe I will convince him with the balcony and extra closet I have for him. I started to think about how he will react, will he be angry, and tell me he would rather have a room to himself. I felt that would have been the case but I couldn’t help but think about how Vegeta has held me the past couple of nights. Looking back over to the gravity room I see another flash. I knew there was something budding between us but I had to be cautious with the moves I made.

I took another sip of my tea before I set the cup down. I leaned back in my chair and put my hand on my stomach. From the corner of my eye, I saw a bird flying through the yard, it seemed confident in its pattern. I watched the bird with more curiosity. I wish I could understand what it’s like to fly. I closed my eyes and imagined I was the bird soaring through the sky. Birds didn’t have to stress about men and they definitely didn’t have to stress about Sayian men.

Taking a deep breath I remind myself that I shouldn’t stress about it, I’m pregnant afterall. The sun was just barely visible through the sum of trees surrounding the capsule corp compound, I was enjoying the small rays warming my skin. I let all burdening thoughts escape my mind and I focused on the warmth from the sun combined with the small chirps of the birds; it was calming.

(Vegeta’s POV)

I was becoming softer than I expected I would become around the earth woman. I try to avoid the woman at most points throughout the day, I’ve made sure to steadily train through my frustrations on the situation. I found it mandatory to wait for the woman to cook food but it was not mandatory to stay in the same bedroom as the blue-haired temptress. I knew I could easily find an empty room to claim but I still find myself in bed with the bluenette during the nights. I have been allowing myself to hold her sleeping body only to soothe my own racing mind. 

I had never had the luxury of doing such a thing; four years ago I would have never considered any intimacy such as that. I couldn’t deny that the weakness I have towards her pushes me to greater feats during my work-outs. The anger I allow myself to have towards the situation fuels the brutality of my training regimens, but only to a certain extent. Gaining the power I have pushes me to only encourage my body to get stronger while my mind wanders on Bulma. I hate that I have grown accustomed to using her name, but just in my thoughts. She had entrapped me in a web that I can’t comprehend.

The light lunch had been welcomed to my aggravated stomach but not my steaming psyche; I didn’t anticipate the light conversation with the woman. I had been simply asking about her progress. It was very interesting to me that the woman still had Raditzs’ scouter in her possession. She proclaims to be a genius but if she knew any better she would have destroyed that scouter when she had the chance; hell it’s the main reason Nappa and I had discovered that they were dragon balls on this blasted mud-ball. We had broken the ranks to try and grant ourselves immortality and now look where I am. Preparing for a battle on the same planet that I had convinced myself I would destroy for the hell of it at one point in time.

I couldn’t deny that I was a little curious as to what information had been left on that obsolete technology. Radtiz barely used half a brain when it came to fighting, so the fact that he hadn’t deleted anything off the device was no surprise to me. I hadn’t anticipated that the woman would have access to the multitude of hopefully insignificant information. There was bound to be very offensive material on there, I had given the woman a bold warning but she was never one to tread lightly. She didn’t seem offended at all at my mention of such things, she was daring enough to toss my own words back in my face. If the woman had known that we were supposed to be enroute to go and purge an entire solar system she wouldn’t have found my harsh words amusing. 

It wasn’t often that I purposely thought back to my forced servitude under that lizard bastard. I was single-handedly responsible for innumerable deaths. Hell plenty of alien races had been eradicated by the time I was in my early teens. Would the woman continue to make training equipment for me if she was made aware of my heinous crimes against the universe. I didn’t understand the rush of guilt I felt, I don’t regret a single moment in my life and a blue-haired woman wasn’t going to drastically change who I am. I refocus myself, I had better things to do than reminisce on my brutish life. 

~ 

I allowed myself to train until I noticed the darkness from the small window in the gravity room. I started my cool-down training, a small workout that barely teased my muscles. As soon as I left the gravity room I immediately sensed where Bulma was. With a slight turn of my neck, I could see her resting in a chair on her balcony. I walked slowly towards her balcony before lifting myself off the ground to be at eye level with the sleeping woman.

I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was with the budding moonlight gracing her skin, it seemed to glow even more so than it used to before she was pregnant with my son. She was wearing one of those big shirts, although it didn't seem as huge on her as it used to. I wasn’t as opposed to a Saiyan half-breed as I used to be, I have since witnessed the potential they have as fighters. I looked down at the cup beside her, still half full of liquid. My lips curved into a smirk, that woman could fall asleep in the middle of anything.

I carefully picked her up and opened the balcony door, briskly closing it behind me before I walked out of her room and into my quarters. I pulled back the blanket before I laid the woman down on the bed. I proceeded to the bathroom, I quickly stripped my sweat-soaked shorts and stepped into the shower. I turned the water on and allowed the colder water to ease my straining muscles. Although training hasn’t been as brutal as it was in space it was training in over eight hundred times earth's gravity nonetheless. When the water was warmer I grabbed a random bottle of soap and started to wash my hair. There were little to no thoughts filtering through my mind. The only thing I seemed to focus on was the water trailing down my body.

The shower eased my muscles slightly but I still felt sore when I stepped out. I didn’t bother with a towel. I simply powered myself up enough to dry the water off my body. I walked back into my room and looked down at the curled figure on my bed. I ignored my growling stomach in favor of climbing into bed with Bulma. I laid behind her and I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist pulling her bodice closer to my own. I pulled the blanket over us, relaxation had never been this accessible. I was becoming too comfortable with her but it eased a pain in my chest that I have ignored for a long time.

(Bulma’s POV)

I stirred awake when I felt something wrap around me, it didn’t take long for me to register that I was in bed. I sighed in contentment and enjoyed the heat behind me. Even though I was barely awake I began to think about my goal for the night. I couldn’t help but disturb the calm silence. “Vegeta?” I softly coo. 

He grunted in response to me so I knew he was awake, “Can we move your stuff into my room?” I questioned lightly, my voice still heavy with sleep.

I felt Vegeta move his arm from underneath me and the bed shifted as the man sat up. “And why would I do that?” He asked; my question had obviously irritated him.

I felt a slight pang in my chest but I ignored it. Instead I took a deep breath to find my courage. I pushed myself up so I could sit straight. I turned towards the saiyan, our eyes met in the dark room. I continued to press forward with my suggestion. “Well, I have the balcony in my room, that's easy access to the gravity room. Plus my bathroom has a shower and a bath-tub. Obviously that room is more spacious than this one, I even have a closet for your clothes.” I explained persistently while trying to come off as casual.

Through the darkness, I could barely make out his facial features but I could tell he was raising an eyebrow. “Why do you want me to be in the same room as you?” He asked cautiously.

 I pondered on his question, trying to gather words to describe how I was feeling without trying to push him away but I prepared myself for defeat. “All I can say is you make me feel safe even though impending doom is near. It's comforting to me to have a man of your caliber so close while I sleep, you are the father of my child after all. I don’t expect any sort of relationship with you; I can understand that you aren’t that type of man. I can accept rejection, Vegeta, I have my pride as well.” I answered truthfully, I had absent-midedly bared my heart to the man. 

We sat in silence as he thought over my explanation. I could feel my heart racing as he lacked a response. I prepared myself for rejection, but instead of biting back at me the saiyan laid back into the mattress. He pulled my arm signaling me to lay next to him. I followed his silent command and laid my head on his chest curling closer to him. I found solace in the silence of the room, I had a feeling that this was a yes and the once dormant butterflies were chaotically fluttering. 

~

I awoke the next morning before the sun had a chance to rise, I could feel Vegeta’s strong arms wrapped around me. The tranquil morning was overwhelming but my full bladder was unrelenting. I needed to get to the bathroom before my bladder exploded. I force Vegeta’s arms off of me, my own limbs begging to stretch. I rushed to the bathroom and as I relieved my bladder I stretched my arms. My body felt stiff and I knew I should plan for a yoga session this morning. As I stood to wash my hands I heard Vegeta shuffle around in the bed and I peer over to him. He had obviously just awoken as he was wiping the sleep from his eyes.

I continued my routine, I took my usual round of morning vitamins and pregnancy pills. As I brushed my teeth I looked over my appearance in the mirror; I couldn’t believe I had fallen asleep on the balcony. I tossed a glance at the saiyan who was still sitting in bed; it was obvious that he had carried me to the room. 

I hadn’t forgotten about the late night conversation between us. I casually grabbed my robe off the door and slipped it on. When I got out of the bathroom Vegeta was sitting in bed with his back against the wall, his eyes were closed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. I didn’t think too hard on the matter, I shrugged it off as I headed out of the room with more pep in my step. Once I was in the kitchen I started to prepare my usual small cup of coffee, fully enjoying the blissful morning.

 In my opinion the conversation I had with Vegeta went smoothly, although I don’t know if he had accepted my offer or not. I dwelled on the small conversation while I waited for the coffee to finish brewing, I started to pop pieces of bread into the toaster. Once I had the cup fixed I looked in the fridge to pull out some eggs. As I pulled the carton out I started to mentally rearrange the rooms in my mind. I put the carton of eggs on the counter and swiftly grabbed my coffee. I knew the majority of the work could be completed with the help of some worker bots. I quickly mixed in my creamer and I took small sips of the hot drink to calm my racing mind.

I stood tall, my body barely leaned on the counter; I was lost in my thoughts while nursing the small mug in my hands. I had to remind myself I was making Vegeta breakfast, now was not the time to play interior designer. I set my cup down as I got my station together. After grabbing out a pan and a mixing bowl I grabbed my forgotten pieces of toast, I quickly buttered them. I ate half of a piece before I started cracking eggs. It didn’t take long to beat ten eggs together, before I poured the mix into the hot pan I put some more bread in the toaster. I went back and forth between the stove and the toaster as I prepared the saiyans’ breakfast.

 It only took about five minutes to scramble the eggs. I was grateful for my moms persistence on the best non-stick pans and my dads multi-piece toaster. I took another bite of my own toast as I grabbed another plate. I piled the dish with the fluffy eggs, and I walked the plate over to the table. I returned to the counter to gather the other plate, stacked with the full loaf of toasted bread. I placed it on the table next to the other full dish. Satisfied with my work I return to the counter to retrieve my cup of coffee.

While I leaned against the counter top to relax I glanced over at the time. I was surprised that the saiyan hadn’t found his way downstairs. I was curious about the man’s whereabouts. I stood for another minute before I decided to go and check on the man. I climbed up the stairs with my cup in hand and when I arrived at the door I peek my head into the bedroom. I tried not to admire the saiyan as he stretched in the door frame of the bathroom. He was staring out of the window, he was obviously lost in thought.

 I couldn’t help but smile at the stoic saiyan, “Hey I made you breakfast, it’s on the table.” I informed him coolly.

He craned his neck and met my eye, he gave me a curt nod, silently signaling that he had heard me. “I'll leave you alone so you can train, if you need me you know where to find me.” I commented slyly as I threw a wink his way.

I didn’t catch his reaction as I turned around to make my way down the hall and towards my half-forgotten bedroom. When I walked in, I made a mental note on how I wanted to rearrange it. I was proud of my work from yesterday, today will be easier than I anticipated. I hadn’t realized how much organizing I had done the past couple of days. I walked over to my desk in the far corner of the room and found a discarded notebook and pen. I settled myself into the chair and set my cup down as I quickly wrote down my goals for the day. After re-reading the list I took a confident sip of my luke-warm coffee. I glanced over to the balcony door admiring the budding sunlight streaming in, I could definitely use some fresh air. 

With the help of my desk I stood up and walked out onto the balcony where I had fallen asleep last night, my teacup still sitting on the small table. I eagerly sat down in the lounge chair and peered out admiring the beautiful morning scenery. The sun had just started to rise and the birds were making a lot of noise. I felt pure bliss, life was really starting to look up.

Time seemed to just drift along as I sat in the calm morning sunlight. I took the last few sips of coffee and as I set the cup down I noticed the Prince walking out the back door. I watched as Vegeta walked up the ramp and into the gravity room, he must have taken his time with his morning meal. I thought I had made him a small breakfast, I chuckled to myself.

I stared longingly at the gravity room. I thought it was appropriate to give Vegeta this space but I couldn’t help but crave the man's attention. Before he left for space we would argue over the smallest of things, I actually missed all the back-handed insults from the brash saiyan. Reminiscing about past encounters with the saiyan I could practically feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

 I remembered the altercation between the saiyan and my scar-faced ex that had taken place at my parents last Halloween party. I had to admit those margarita’s had really fueled my confidence, I had almost forgotten I was dealing with one of the strongest men on the planet. The stare that Vegeta had given me after I had kindly shot him was murderous. It should have frightened me but instead I had been thrilled by the success of my weapon. I hadn’t anticipated the saiyans’ speed. I don’t know how I had managed to stay so calm when Vegeta had grabbed my wrist but years of handling sticky situations had given me the sleight of hand. As I recalled the encounter I gave myself a pat on the back for de-escalating the fight. I actually missed those kinds of altercations with the prince, I knew I was a sane woman but wasn’t it deranged to enjoy such hostile interactions. 

 We had thrown many coarse words at each other and I realized that we had only spared a few intimate moments before he ran off to space. I tried to ignore the way my insides dropped with dissatisfaction, instead I focused on the future I had going for me. I gently rubbed my stomach. I was excited for the baby but I couldn't deny my initial anxiety of bringing a child into this world, knowing that the androids are destined to try and destroy everything I know and love. I gazed out into the soft blue sky before trailing my line of sight towards the gravity room once more. 

What anxiety I had felt easily melted away. 

I stared longingly over at the gravity room, I was confident in Vegeta's strength. He seemed to have something to prove and I will do everything in my power to give the man more strength. I knew with both saiyan warriors in the mix my planet had the scales tipped in our favor. I regathered my thoughts and pushed myself out of the chair. I need to give the work bots some tasks while I do a quick yoga session.

(Vegeta’s POV)

The past couple of days have gone by in a flash, the small conversation I shared with Bulma last night was one of the only serious conversations we have truly held. All morning that blasted conversation had replayed over and over in my head. As I ate the breakfast the woman had prepared for me I heavily debated the pro’s and con’s of her offer. The balcony itself was daunting; most mornings I could get to training quicker with the access from the patio and I wouldn’t have to walk through the house when the day had drawn to an end.

I am used to being a reclusive person, I don’t like when others bother my personal space yet some-how that woman seemed to be an exception. I couldn’t believe I was meticulously thinking of moving into that blue-haired woman’s room, her explanation echoing in my mind. 

All I can say is you make me feel safe even though impending doom is near.

 It's comforting to me to have a man of your caliber so close while I sleep. 

 I can accept rejection.

The foolish woman should fear my strength, I couldn’t fathom why she found me comforting. It's obvious the woman had asked such a thing since I hadn’t found the audacity to tell her to leave my quarters. I should reject her offer- but I honestly didn't think the offer was that bad. It’s not like her presence is unbearable; I even appreciated the amount of space the woman was giving me since my return. 

I have spent too many years watching my own back, I’ve always had to stay sharp, I couldn't ignore the blatant alarm bells. Everything in me was telling me to be cautious, that this could be a trap. As I ate the last few pieces of toast I still debated my decision, it was getting harder and harder to find any flaws signifying that this was indeed some sort of trap. From what I could discern the woman had been honest with me but I couldn’t figure out what game she was playing. 

As I walked out of the kitchen and towards the gravity room I forced all thoughts aside. I started my training with a harsh edge, boosting the gravity up to seven-hundred and fifty. It allowed my mind to clear as I purely focused on the task at hand.

As I began my warm-ups, I thought about the upcoming battle; I was imagining an easy victory. Kakarot won’t even have an opportunity to throw any punches. I will show him up. I could feel the smirk tugging at my lips as the fighting scenes in my mind intensified. Once I demolished those androids I was going to challenge Kakarot to another battle, I was going to wipe the floor with him.

~

Endurance and coordination were my main focuses, when I get my hands on those androids I am going to make their artificial brains feel pain. I excited myself with the thoughts of how intense the fight was sure to be.

I pushed harder and harder, if I had those algorithms that the woman had programmed I would be inclined to a harsher work-out. The bots the old man had produced were mediocre compared to the ones the woman had manufactured in the past. I had to be easy with the ones I had. I wondered if the woman was capable of producing a few of her own training bots in her condition. She was damn good at what she does; she has helped me prepare for the battle ahead, more so than I'd like to admit.

After hours of intense training, I decided to step out of the gravity room and into the kitchen. My body needed more food to keep up the insane gravity levels and the lack of a proper meal the night before was grating my nerves. I looked around the kitchen noting that there was no meal prepared yet. I really did not want to seek out the woman but the insistent growl from my stomach was quite annoying. I took a moment to sense where she was, which was up the stairs. I made my way towards her, easily finding her in the room she was offering to share with me.

I paid no mind to her room and only stared at her. She was sitting on the end of her bed; her hair messily pulled back. She was staring at herself in the mirror, her face lost in concentration. I couldn’t help but admire the weak being in front of me, what she lacks in physical strength she makes up for in intelligence. She was a feisty individual with a quick tongue. My stomach growled giving away my position in the doorway. She slowly turned her head towards me. The smile that graced her lips unnerved me, an unexpected warmth spread through my chest while uncertainty unfurled in my mind. I tried to ignore it, “Make me food, woman.” I made sure my tone didn’t waver and to make it seem as demanding as always.

She gave me a light nod as she pushed herself up on her feet. As I watched her my eyes concentrated on her stomach. I could already sense the brat developing inside of her, its power-level consistently rising every day. The brats' power was far surpassing the woman's strength. As she walked past me I couldn't help the smile building on my face. I stared at the womans’ back as I silently followed her down the stairs and to the kitchen.

I took a seat at the table and ignored the blue-haired woman as she began preparing food. I was concentrating on what the next several hours of training should entail. Training with those bots had become blatantly effortless, it was too easy to anticipate their movements. I couldn’t even risk blasting one of them without the old man here to fix them. I was very tempted to travel out to a remote location. Surely battling the weak creatures residing in the wilderness would ease some of my current frustrations.

The more I planned out the training the more I was anticipating the upcoming battle, I wanted to perfect my newfound powers. I glanced up at the woman as she stood over the stove; hopefully she’ll have the cloaking device completed by the end of the week. I still had a full year to prepare for the androids and I was going to use that time to my advantage. I was well aware of Kakarot and his half-breed sons’ progress, it was easy to find their power-levels. I thought about finding Kakarot and having a little quick spar but I also wanted my progress to be a surprise when the androids arrived. 

My thoughts were interrupted as a big bowl of ramen was placed in front of me. I quickly started eating. Paying no mind to the woman as she joined me at the table. In the middle of my third bite the woman broke the silence, “How is the new gravity room?” She asked nonchalantly. 

I glare up from my soup, “Adequate” I bluntly state between bites. I return my attention to the meal in front of me. 

I was halfway through with my portion when the woman spoke again, “How are my dad’s training bots?” She asked curiously.

I once again glared up from my soup, “Mediocre at best.” I replied sharply. 

The woman chuckled at my response and I resumed my meal, hoping that there would be less interruptions. 

 When I finished the bowl I met the womans’ eye, “Is there more?” I asked casually. She nodded her head as she turned to point towards the stove. I eyed the stock pot on the stove and nodded in response. I promptly stood and refilled my bowl. 

The rest of the meal was thankfully silent as I finished what was left in the pot to satisfy my stomach. I gave the woman a curt nod as a thank you before I stood up from the table. I deposited my empty bowl in the sink before I walked to the fridge for multiple water bottles. 

As I walked back to the gravity room I planned the rest of my day; I’ll finish a small amount of gravity training before I venture out into the wilderness to mess with nature. I smirked at the thought as I entered the gravity chamber.

(Bulma’s POV)

My day had been very productive, I was pushing forth with the move since the saiyan didn’t blatantly reject my offer. I had the bots move what little clothing Vegeta owned into the spare closet in my bedroom. While they worked, I got rid of all the teenage girl mumbo jumbo taped to my walls. I sorted through everything and decided to keep old pictures with other memorabilia in a box for safe keeping. As I stared at the blank pink walls I smiled, it was nice to spread out my wings and embrace my growing maturity. 

After carefully placing the box of memories in the top of my closet I sat down at the foot of my bed. I stare adoringly at my reflection in my vanity mirror, in my opinion I looked damn good for a pregnant woman. I was proud of the progress that I had made today, my slightly clouded mind was clearing as I stared at my reflection. I was thinking about what color I wanted to repaint the walls, probably a darker color and not too bright, maybe maroon. 

The growl of a stomach that was not my own pulled me from my stupor. A genuine smile pulled at my lips, a welcome surprise indeed. I turned my head to be met by the saiyan. His face emotionless as he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway. “Make me food, woman.” he ordered firmly, his glare hardening. 

Ah, someone was in a mood today; I nodded my head as an affirmative and pushed myself off the bed. As I walked towards the open door I was well aware of Vegeta’s stare but I couldn’t discern what he was thinking. He barely moved aside as I pushed past him, typical for a saiyan I suppose. I took the lead to the kitchen, on the small journey I wondered how long Vegeta had spent standing in the doorway staring at me, he was a sneaky man, I’ll give him that.  

When we arrived at the kitchen, Vegeta took a seat at the table while I began collecting my ingredients for some ramen. I knew it would be the quickest thing to make. I set my vegetables out and wander to the pantry to grab some chicken broth and a couple packs of dried noodles. When I came back out I glanced over to the saiyan who was glaring out the window, only Kami knew what the man was thinking about. 

It didn’t take me long to get everything cooked, as I finished tossing the ingredients together I chanced a glance at the stoic saiyan at the table. I was easy enough to tell the man was on edge, my curiosity was getting the best of me. I portioned the ramen out into two different bowls while I wondered how I could get the saiyan to delve his frustration out to me. As I walked to the table with the bowls carefully balanced in each hand it was obvious Vegeta was not in the talking mood. He was still glaring out the window. I set the bigger bowl in front of the saiyan and before I could take my seat the saiyan was diving into his lunch. 

A smirk made its way to my lips, that obviously caught the man’s attention. I gathered my courage and before I began eating my food I broke the silence, “How is the new gravity room?” I questioned lightly, I had forgotten to ask my father about his upgrades to the unit. 

The saiyan glared up from his soup, “Adequate.” He replied sharply before he returned his attention to the bowl in front of him. 

He was quite snippy today, so I began eating while I planned my next question. I couldn’t deny my curiosity towards the saiyans’ training. I knew I could look at the gravity log but that wouldn’t exactly tell me much about his progress. I looked up at the saiyan across from me and I decided to push my luck. “How are my dad’s training bots?” I pushed curiously. 

The saiyan met my curiosity with a malicious glare, “Mediocre at best.” He bit out grimly before promptly returning to his half finished soup. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the saiyan’s response. I knew I was the better engineer between my father and I. I returned my attention to my own bowl of ramen; I was also aware that my father had just taken an older model's blueprint and used a stronger alloyed metal to build Vegeta’s current droids. As I ate I began to absentmindedly question my own ability to build some bots despite my pregnancy. Just as I was warming up to the idea the baby began kicking at my ribs, I had to bite back a hiss at the sharp pain. This was becoming a common occurrence, I took another bite of my soup to distract myself from the brief pain.

The saiyan chose that moment to finally look up from his bowl, “Is there more.” He asked while pointing at his empty bowl. I nod my head at the saiyan, my mouth too busy chewing my noodles to respond. I pointed to the pot on the stove, silently instructing the saiyan on where he could fill his bowl. 

 Just like the rest of our meals together, we finished in silence; the saiyan had gotten up multiple times to refill his bowl. I wasn’t aware that the saiyan had already left, as I was busy organizing my own thoughts. I was going to make Vegeta’s current room the baby's nursery since it was right down the hall from my own room. I was impatiently anticipating the birth of the baby, I couldn’t wait to hold them in my arms and sing them sweet little songs. I sighed as I thought about it.

I was going to be an excellent mother, I couldn’t help but frown at the same moment. I set my fork down next to my empty bowl. Vegeta probably won’t be the best father, I hope he doesn’t push the baby away. The man could barely hold a civil conversation with me, how was he going to handle an infant? I let my mind ponder on these worrying thoughts but I didn’t let them put me down. 

I pushed my chair out and promptly stood up, I gathered my dishes and walked them to the sink. I refocused myself. I had done a lot of work this morning, my room was almost up to par. I leaned against the counter as I went over my list in my head. I was amazed that most of my goals had been accomplished. I anticipated a heavier work-load but most of the list had been completed with the help of some worker bots. What I had thought would be an exhausting task had turned out to be half a day's work. I relaxed against the counter as I planned out tomorrow’s course of action. I’ll have to call a team of workers to come out and move the heavier furniture so the room could be painted. 

I was pulled from my thoughts by the ring of the obnoxious doorbell. As I walked to the door I wondered who it could be. When I opened the door I was greeted by a short man who was wearing a capsule corp hard hat and matching gray jump-suit. There was a crew of five men behind the shorter man, they were all dressed exactly like him; except they all looked extremely disgruntled.

The man was flipping through some pages on a clipboard. He didn’t even look up as he started rambling, “Ah, yes I’m here to deliver some wreckage from crash-site F12-2X3,”

My lips turned up into a smile, “Alright, let me show you to the maintenance elevator, I’m sure y’all don’t intend to use the stairs.” I dictated nonchalantly.

The man nodded his head and looked over to his crew “Pay attention men, I don’t want any of you wandering away on this job!” He hollered objectively. 

After showing the men the elevator, I waited for them to grab their first load before I followed them down to the private lab. I instructed them to drop the materials in the hanger connected to the laboratory. While the crew left to gather their second load I settled myself down in the swivel chair at my desk. I keenfully watched the men as they worked, it was obvious to me now why the men had seemed disgruntled earlier. The first couple of loads had been light compared to the massive sealed wooden crates that they began hauling in on their dolly’s. It was an hour into the delivery when the shorter man scurried up to me, “This is the black box from the ship, I was told to keep it separate from the wreckage and I was instructed to give it to you.” He explained formally while he held the box out towards me. 

I nodded my head and took the small metal box from his extended hand. The man scurried away while I smiled down at the box. I was surprised it had survived the crash, it had been my idea to install one as a fail safe. After the gravity room exploded I wanted to make sure the data I had been collecting could be stored safely, it seemed my design had worked. The box didn’t appear damaged on the outside and I hoped there was in fact some information stored on the device. I quickly booted up my CPU, while I waited I rummaged through my desk drawer to find the cord I knew I had shoved in here. Once secured I logged into my computer and connected the black box to my CPU. I pulled up the program and my jaw dropped at the hefty amount of data that needed to download. I proceeded to accept the download and I sat back, anxiously staring at the loading bar.

This little box will make my job of upgrading Vegeta algorithms ten times easier. I rubbed over my stomach as I smiled to myself. I was originally just going to guide my father through the initial build process but with this box half the work is completed. I knew all I had to do was analyze the systems’ data to confirm it still had the correct programs installed. Depending on what was on there I knew I could also handle crafting a new chip. I picked the box back up and turned it over, sure enough there were four slots, two of which already contained chips. I looked over at the loading bar cursing under my breath as I noted the bar was half loaded. I glanced at the time displayed in the bottom corner of my screen, it was only three-thirty in the afternoon. I looked over my shoulder and watched as a worker walked out the hanger with an empty dolly, “How much more is there!” I called over my shoulder to the man. 

He looked up and let out an exhausted breath, “We’re about half way done Ma’am!” He shouted back before he continued on his trek. I turned back to my screen, it appeared as if we were all going to be down here a while.

~

 It has taken several hours for the crew of six men to haul in the wreckage, meanwhile it has taken almost the same amount of time for my computer to download the immense set of data from the box. When the bar finally reached one hundred percent I instantly clicked open on the file. I greedily analyzed the mass of stored data, I was completely amazed by the difference in recordings through the eight month period of time. I hungrily stared at two particular power spikes that were recorded mere weeks before the saiyan arrived back. I bit down a particular bullet of panic; I had no idea if my original calculations can completely conceal a power level like that. I was no longer concerned about the androids, I was worried I wasn’t capable of crafting an energy cloaking device that can conceal that! 

I was pulled from my thoughts by the shorter set man clearing his throat. He was standing in front of my desk; the clipboard back in his hands. He flashed me a small smile, “Ma’am, we are finished with the delivery. Here is the finished field report.” He stated as he held forth a stapled bundle of papers towards me. 

I grabbed the papers and barely looked them over before tossing them on my desk, “Thank you, have a nice afternoon.” I spoke firmly as I waved him off, refocusing on my computer screen. I noted the time in the bottom corner, it was almost six in the evening. I thanked myself for making a late lunch as I made the quick decision to spend at least thirty minutes figuring out some schematics. I minimize the data file and search through the other files on my computer. It didn’t take me long to locate the file containing the pages of theory I had written up almost a year ago. I searched my desk for a blank sheet of paper and settled on the blank side of the field report. 

I began copying down the equations I had developed for my theory on how to counterbalance a persons’ energy. I even wrote out the equations I had come up with to describe what would be referred to as ‘Earths’ life force’. Once I had the equations written in front of me I went back to the black box data. I began the tedious task of figuring out how I was going to conceal the power output displayed on the screen in front of me.

~

I felt absolutely mentally exhausted from my day, I stared down between the formulas’ on my desk and back up to the computer screen in front of me. I rubbed over my face with both my hands, my mind still hadn’t configured the numbers to work just right; I was frustrated with the fact I had been forced back two-steps in my plan to construct the energy cloaking device. I knew one thing for sure and that was I was too tired to stand up to make any food for dinner. Before I left the lab I went ahead and ordered some pizza. I got myself a Mediterranean pizza and just ordered Vegeta, four large meat lovers pizzas and some garlic knots. I decided to take a quick shower before the food had a chance to arrive.

I walked into my freshly organized bathroom and felt slightly relieved. I was never a dirty person but I definitely needed something to relax me after I spent too long working through those formulas. I turned on the showerhead and hummed a soft tune as I waited for the water to heat up. I peeled the clothes off of my body and gazed at my figure in the mirror. I was definitely more round than before, my bulging stomach was bigger than I expected and I couldn’t help but feel nervous. This baby was going to be hard to deliver. I was going to have to ask someone for some senzu beans.

I stepped into the shower and allowed the water to carry away what sweat was grasping my skin. Normally the lab was freezing but that was not the case today. I basked in the water before I picked out my favorite lavender shampoo, my hands started to massage it into my scalp. The water eased my stress but I couldn’t help but wish Vegeta would be a little more intimate with me. I was well aware of the impact it had towards clearing my mind. I tried not to think about the last night we spent together before he left, even though it had physically been amazing it still hurt to recall jolting awake that night.

I felt an ache in my chest and I ignored it in favor of happy thoughts. I didn’t take up much more time in the shower after that, I finished my hair and I quickly scrubbed my body. When I was done I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. After I dried off I slowly lotioned up my body. Taking my time to caress my own skin reminding myself that I was beautiful. I continued through my normal routine with my hair while I was still thrumming through the formulas in my mind. As I bundled my hair up on top of my head. I clicked two separate numbers into place.

It was like I had a sudden epiphany, I jogged as fast as my body allotted over to the desk in my room. I scrambled to find a piece of paper and a writing utensil as I repeated my calculations aloud to myself. I messily scribbled out the equation once more, and then a second time. I scribbled everything out a third time and I threw my fist in the air with an excited yelp, despite my earlier speculation I could in fact cloak Vegeta’s massive ki. I strutted over to my dresser and searched through my favorite drawer.

 This was cause for a personal celebration. It took me a decent amount of time to pick out an almost see-thru teddy that split down the middle. I was also in love with its delectable shade of navy blue. I slipped the material on and analyzed my reflection in my vanity mirror. I was very content with my appearance as I went to my closet to grab a fluffy robe, carefully tying it at the front just below my breast. I had learned that tying it below my bump would only result in it flying open. I didn’t want to prance around the house flaunting myself though. I was hoping that with this just a peak of this little outfit, I would get more attention from Vegeta tonight; he had no idea what this genius had figured out. I walked downstairs trying to decide what to do while I waited for the doorbell to ring.

 I wandered into the living room and decided to pass the time I’d put on a random tv show. I watched in bored curiosity as the characters of the show argued over something minuscule. I giggled a little bit at the mediocre performance, it definitely wasn’t the most stimulating thing in the world. When the commercials started to roll I got up to walk over to the kitchen in order to grab myself a glass of water. I couldn’t help but peer outside toward the gravity room.

I didn’t see any lights on in the ship and I was curious as to where Vegeta must have gone. I didn’t allow it to bother me too much, I knew he would return eventually. I walked back to the couch and continued the sitcom. Not even fifteen minutes later the pizza was delivered to my doorstep, I was notified by the loud annoying ring that powered its way through the entire capsule corps complex. I couldn’t help but judge my father for making such an atrocious noise for the doorbell.

As I carried the boxes to the kitchen I noted that my Mediterranean pizza smelled amazing but Vegeta’s pizza was making me a little nauseous. I could practically taste the grease from the smell. I happily put his boxes down on the counter and took mine to the living room. I was going to eat on the couch. It was easy to distract myself with the show that slightly annoyed me. The background noise was welcome to me as I meticulously pieced together my plan to seduce the saiyan once more.

(Vegeta’s POV)

I had been floating in a random body of water when the sun had set. I floated amongst the calm waves in order to clear my mind. I spent a decent amount of time staring at the stars scattering the sky, I knew it was about time to find my way back to the compound. I had enjoyed my time out in the wilderness and I lazily flew back towards Bulma’s distinct energy. I didn’t kill too many animals while I was out but I made plenty of holes in several different mountains.

I couldn’t help but smirk at my day, it had been successful in my eyes. I already felt more compatible with my powers; I am just now starting to feel even more comfortable with this brooding level. As I neared the compound I could see the lights on in the kitchen, which I took as my entry point. When I walked in I smelled something that was obviously food and I easily located the five boxes on the counter.

I eyed them carefully before backing off to grab myself some water from the fridge. I walked back over and took a swig from the bottle before I set it down on the counter. I carefully reached out to open one of the boxes with a raised eyebrow. I gazed down at the circular thing in front of me. The blonde woman had never made anything that looked remotely like it. Curious, I picked out a piece and took a bite; I was satisfied with its taste. Intrigued that there was still food out there I had yet to have tried, I grabbed all four boxes. I balanced them carefully on one hand and grabbed my water bottle with the other. The trek to the table was effortless and I set the boxes down before taking my own seat. I eagerly dug into the meal that will hopefully replenish all the energy I used up today.

In the middle of my second box of food, the woman sauntered into the kitchen, she didn’t seem to notice me so I paid her no mind, or so I thought. My muscles tensed as I felt her wrap her arms around my neck so she could rest her chin on top of my head, I grunted at her with a full mouth. 

“What are you doing?” I questioned her once I swallowed. The woman let out a sigh as she blatantly ignored my question. I wasn’t too annoyed by her presence so I allowed her to be while I continued to eat.

It wasn’t long until I felt her arms unravel from around my neck. I followed her figure out of the corner of my eye as she started walking around the table. I continued to stare at her weird actions as she strutted her way around the opposite side of the table. She finally settled herself behind the chair at the far end of the table. 

I quickly analyzed her figure now that she stood in front of me. She had on a blue robe that covered most of her body, and I could only see a little bit of her legs. I watched as her arms reached up over her middle as she started to untie the robe. Curious, I raised an eyebrow at her actions as I continued to munch on my food. She slowly pulled open the robe, revealing what was underneath the fluffy material. I tried not to show any emotion on my face as I hungrily gazed at what was hidden beneath. It was hard not to enjoy the sight in front of me.

The sheer dark blue material contrasted nicely against her cream colored skin, I continued to eat my food while devouring her with my eyes. My mind started to wander, obviously making me think of sultry things. I haven’t made a move to actually touch her in any sexual manner since I returned, I didn’t need to indulge in such distractions. Yet on the other hand I have returned to Earth as a super Saiyan maybe I could afford to allow myself some carnal pleasure. I allowed my lips to curve upwards to smirk.

I watched as the bluenette slowly pulled the robe all the way off her body, she hung it on the back of the kitchen chair. She stood in front of me gently swaying her hips side to side, moving her hands over her own body caressing every piece of open skin. I opened my last box and continued to eat as she put on the little show in front of me. She turned around so that her back was facing me and she continued to sway her hips. She started to bend over slightly but she didn’t go too far. I highly doubted she could bend all the way over in her condition but she was still an enticing site.

She turned around to face me again, I made sure to meet her gaze with my cold stare. She forgets that she is involving herself with serial murder, a planet destroyer. I couldn’t help but admire her bravery, she had no clue how dangerous I really was, she was playing with fire.

“What are you doing, little minx?” I pensively questioned her, I raised an eyebrow and ensured my cold stare. 

She flashed me a small smile, “I just wanted to give you a little show, you have been working so hard you deserve a little gift.” She candidly explained while tossing a wink at me. I followed  her hands as they trail up the see-through material towards her swelling chest, they were fuller than I remembered.

“What kind of gift are you offering?” I challenged, dropping my voice down an octave. I was personally enjoying this little game.

Her smile never faltered and I watched her make teasing little steps around the table towards me. I followed her swaying hips before she stepped around me. I anticipated her arms wrapping around my neck, exactly as she had done before. I tried not to give her any type of reaction, “You have me, you can do whatever you’d like to me, I’ve been craving your touch.” She enticingly clarified in a whisper, her breath hot against my ear. There was no doubt she had noticed the goosebumps that welled on my skin from her proposal. 

I finished my last piece with two quick bites and once I swallowed I cleared my throat, before swiftly lifting my hand to grab her neck. Her neck fit perfectly in my hand, I noticed her pulse racing underneath my grasp; I barely applied pressure to her windpipe with my thumb. I relished her gasp before I spoke, “You realize you are dealing with the deadliest man alive.” 

I felt her breath hitch through my grip on her throat, “I've always chased after danger, Prince Vegeta.” She crooned playfully as he cooed my name.

I couldn’t help the growl that had risen in my chest. Kami, she was indeed a welcome gift, I changed my grasp to the back of her hair and brought her face closer to my own, “Dangerous decision women, it will lead you to only get hurt.” I asserted pragmatically, I refused to let her reply as I crashed our lips together swallowing the moan she let out. I let my tongue sweep her bottom lip and she instantly allowed me in, she didn’t fight against me at all. She was completely submissive to me and it fueled the passion behind my kiss, an idea quickly unfurling in my mind.

I pulled us apart and chucked at her groan of disapproval. I unraveled her arms from around my neck and stood up from the table. I started my trek out of the kitchen, I turned to her before I walked through the door frame. I motioned for her to follow me with one finger. I would allow myself this little gift, besides I have worked hard and I can accept a small reward.

(Bulma’s POV)

When Vegeta put his hand around my neck I could already start to feel myself getting wet. “You realize you are dealing with the deadliest man alive.” He husked with savage conviction.

My knees buckled and my breath hitched, he had no clue I knew his exact power level; he surely didn’t understand the effect it had on me. “I've always chased after danger, Prince Vegeta.” I coolly enunciated my own conviction.

I heard a deep growl resonating from his chest. His hand moved suddenly, changing his grip from my neck to the back of my head, seizing my hair and drawing me closer to his face. I could feel his breath against my lips as he replied to me in a low tone, “Dangerous decision woman, it will lead you to only get hurt.”

He crashed our lips together and I moaned, finally I was receiving the attention I truly wanted from this man. What he didn't know is I had already allowed him to hurt me once, he already had my blood on his blade. The notion never bothered me. I lost myself in the moment as I felt his tongue sweep my bottom lip. I allowed him in, I knew I would never deny him such a thing. I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me, he has me full and well. 

When he pulled away from the kiss I groaned at the loss. His deep chuckle resonated through my being as he moved my arms from their wrapped position. I dropped them to my side as I watched him curiously. He swiftly stood up and started to walk out of the kitchen.

My eyes bore into his back until he turned around and I focused on his face. He lifted his arm and I looked down at his finger motioning me to follow him.

I took a deep breath and started behind him. He was slow to walk up the stairs and to my surprise he walked into my room. I couldn’t help but smile, he remembered I wanted to change rooms. He stayed right inside the door motioning with his head for me to walk in ahead of him, “Go lay down with your back on the mattress.” He callously instructed. 

I just barely walked past him before I turned my head and flashed him a raised eyebrow. He growled at me in response. I couldn't help but blush as I moved forward following his command. I heard the distinct click of the door as I made my way to the bed. It was hard to ignore his stare as I sat myself down carefully before I adjusted myself so that I could lie in the middle of the bed.

I maneuvered myself up the bed, deciding that I wanted to lean against my headboard so I wasn't fully laying down. I also wanted to be able to see Vegeta as well. His cold gaze was fixed on me, making me turn into a ball of nerves. There was no emotion in his expression but I could see a fire flaring in his darkened stare as his eyes narrowed to slits, “I told you to lay down.” He dictated assertively.

I groaned at his statement, “But I want to be able to see you.” I whined back at him with honesty.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms to his chest, “Lay down on the flat of your back. If you don't, I am leaving this room.” He cruelly confirmed as he leaned back against the vanity. 

I groaned in frustration, I obviously didn’t want him to leave so I pushed myself down and scornfully stared up at the ceiling.

“Spread your legs open, feet flat and knees up.” He coolly enunciated his command.

His words cause lust to shimmer through my body. I did exactly what he told me to do. My heart was hampering in anticipation. I was glad I was able to find the matching thong.

“Take one of your hands and trace the outside of your pussy, do it nice and slow.” His voice deepened halfway through his direction.

My stomach flips as I feel my face redden, I definitely felt awkward with my belly in the way. I still managed to do what he told me and I let my fingers teasingly trace my labia through the thin layer of silk.

“Good girl.” He crooned lightly before I heard a familiar purr softly resounding through the room. I had never done something like this and I couldn’t deny that it was exhilarating.

“Move that piece of clothing aside.” He calmly demanded.

I enthusiastically followed his command and moved the thong aside; his eyes were burning holes into my skin. I couldn’t help but let out a little moan as I anticipated his next command. 

“Good girl, now, why don’t you play with yourself and tell me what you want me to do to you.” He cockily urged me into his game of sultry comments.

I let out a frustrated groan, I wanted him to do everything for me, “I want to feel your hands all over my body.” I easily confessed as I continued to tease myself.

“Be a little more descriptive little minx.” He coached confidently.

I took a deep breath to calm my steadily growing nerves, “I want to feel your tongue right here,” I admitted impassionedly as I grazed over my clit. “I want to feel the head of your cock grazing the back of my throat as I suck on you off. I yearn to feel your cum slide down my throat.” I indecently clarified while I licked at my drying lips.

He grunted in approval and I coxed myself to continue to verbalize my desires. 

“My body is always eager to feel your hard cock thrusting inside of me as you bite down on my neck like you did before, I long to be covered with your bruises.” I pathetically confessed to the saiyan while I shamefully touched myself, earning a groan from the man himself. 

“I want to be yours Vegeta, I want you to do everything and anything to me! Please touch me” I pleaded, my voice straining.

Vegeta’s chuckle resonated through the room, I was about to groan in frustration when I felt the bed start to dip in. Instead I moaned in anticipation. 

“Why should I give in to your personal desires?” He questioned wickedly from the edge of the bed.

“There is no reason to deny yourself Prince Vegeta, we shouldn’t have to moralize this compromise for lust.” I whined, desperate to meet his eye but I was afraid to move after his earlier threat to leave.

“”Mmm, you're a very tempting little minx.” He rasped jadedly as felt him shift on the mattress. I bite my lip to ground myself, I dare not move as I felt his calloused hands grab both of my ankles before he slowly traced up my legs. 

Goosebumps rose on my skin at his familiar touch and I let out a shaky breath. I anticipated his shifting body’s movements, relishing every touch he gave me.

“Since you have listened so well to me tonight, I think I will allow myself to give in to you little minx.” He pretentiously acknowledged me.

I moaned out loud at his admission as he peered over me, I drank in the burning lust displayed in his eye. I was relieved that I was finally able to witness his gaze. We locked eyes and I breathed heavily as I felt his hands wander over my belly where they hovered for just a moment before he moved up to my breast. He teased my nipples through the sheer material, I allowed my arms to drop to my side as I let out a deep breath. I met his smoldering eyes through my lidded gaze as he bent down to allow our lips to meet. 

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips. It was hard to ignore his erection poking at my core. I couldn’t help but grind up towards him, he pulled back from the shallow kiss to meet my frustrated stare with his cocky smirk. "I think I want to eat some dessert first." He hissed brutishly before he suddenly unwrapped my legs from his waist. 

I licked my lips in anticipation, savoring the slight taste still left from our chaste kiss. He pushed himself back and I stared at his face before it dipped between my legs. I could only see his hair from over my stomach, I felt his arms wrap around my legs pulling me closer towards him.

I ignored the obvious snap of my thong being trashed and instead I mentally prepared myself. When I felt his familiar tongue against my throbbing center I sighed in relief. I couldn’t deny that I had missed this. My hands gripped the sheets as his tongue swirled in circular motions on my clit. "Oh, Vegeta!" I couldn't help but cry out his name. My body has craved this for too long. His arm slowly unwrapped itself from my right leg, I felt his calloused hand squeeze my thigh. 

I lost myself as he intensified his ministrations on my clit, one of his fingers roughly forced its way inside me and I jumped a little surprised. Another finger quickly joined and I couldn't help but mewl in appreciation. He just knew how to push all my buttons. My fingers gripped at the sheets as I gasped out for breath, a familiar rush of ecstasy clouding my mind

It wasn’t long until I felt myself drawing closer to what I knew would be an intense orgasm.

"Vegeta, I'm getting close." I shakily confessed between huffs. He simply grunted in approval and added a third finger. He carefully curved them, starting a calculated assault on my g-spot. My back arched as I cried out his name, white spots dotted my vision as my orgasm ripped through me.

The saiyan stayed in place to lazily lap it up, my clit twitching from the overstimulation. He slowly pulled away from me, his hands steadying my trembling legs. It wasn’t long until he was back on top of me. My mind still whirled as I continued taking deep breaths. I met his honest stare and I swore I saw something akin to tenderness behind the onyx gaze, it made me shiver. I chalked it up to spur of the moment lust and focused on his hands as they gently caressed my legs, he casually lifted them up, redirecting them to wrap around his waist. 

I ignored the swell of emotions in my chest as his eyes bore into my longing stare. He leaned down and brought me into a kiss, it was slow, teasing, and it definitely felt calculated.

I felt him readjust his hips and without using his hands he thrust inside of me. I broke the kiss with a deep moan of his name. He resealed our lips as he started at a slow pace. It just felt so right to be with him in such a way, I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure. 

I brought my arms up pulling at the saiyans’ hair as I panted excessively through the kiss. Moans tore past my lips and onto his while the man above me ravaged my insides with teasingly calculated thrust. On one particular deep thrust I tossed my head back against the mattress breaking the kiss. He stayed exceptionally close to me. His breath was heavy as he chose to nip at my ear. There was no sense in calling out his name, he was encouraged by my rough grip in his hair.

He amped up his rhythm and my body curved upwards towards him, his grip on my thighs tightened as he held me in place.

"Stay still, my Queen," he growled, his words oozing with a possessive tone.

I barely recognized any of the words falling out of my own mouth, with each thrust I could only squeak, my nails now digging into the flesh on his bare back.

It only encouraged him to pick up his rhythm. His face was buried in my neck and I felt one of his hands release its hold on my left leg. I anticipated his hand movements as it made its way between our bodies. I expected it to slither further between us but his hand gently splayed itself across my stomach. He began to nip down my neck, my body shiver under the further ministrations. 

I had ultimately intended to receive a night full of pleasure and I was thoroughly enjoying the endeavor. I harshly pulled at the hairs on the back of the saiyans’ head, tearing him away from his current objective to force him into a sloppy kiss. I forcibly bit down on his bottom lip, a groan reverberated through our harsh kiss.

With our lips clashing he continued to slither his hand between our sweat soaked body’s,  one of his confident fingers found its way to my twitching clitors. He made slow determined circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensations running wild inside of me were too intense. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, my nerves were afire and my senses were on overload, everything around me was whirling as my mind washed over in ecstasy. Vegeta tore himself from the kiss, we both were breathing raggedly. I squirmed underneath his intense stare as the cool air of the room pricked at my skin.

Vegeta abruptly pulled himself away, and I moaned at the loss of his body heat. Suddenly his hands were on my hips and he quickly flipped me on my side. He slithered one of his arms underneath my hip while his other arm snaked its way underneath my thigh to forcibly hold my leg up. It was long until I felt his bare chest against my back and without warning he thrusted back into me. I tossed my head back onto the solid surface that was Vegeta’s shoulder. The prince eagerly mouthed at my exposed neck, as he began a painfully slow rhythm. 

The hand connected to the arm that held my leg up snaked its way back towards our connected bodies. His finger continued its previous assault to the already overstimulated bundle of nerves, I couldn’t help but choke out a drawn out please. 

The prince brought his mouth to my ear “Please what? Little minx.” He huskily inquired as he nibbled on my earlobe, his finger halting its ministrations.

“Please, just fill me up with your cum!” I pleaded anxiously, I knew my body was near exhaustion.

His chuckle vibrated through my back, “Why should I.” He gruffly teased with a slight pinch to my clit.

I let out an exasperated moan, “Please, Vegeta! That's all I ask of you, you asshole.” I whined my mind clouded through the constant stimulation. 

“As you wish, my queen.” he muttered into my neck as he picked up his rhythm.  

His finger continued its previous ministrations to my clit and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t contain my choked shout as it tore its way from my throat. I felt almost every muscle in my body seize up before pleasure shot up my spine from my second mind numbing orgasm. I barely felt Vegeta’s teeth sink into the bare skin at the base of my neck. I felt complacently disheveled, my body worn and my mind hazed with euphoria as my world blackened.

(Vegeta’s POV)

I relished my own post orgasm high, the woman still held to my chest as I calmed my own racing breaths. I slowly pulled my arm from underneath the woman and pushed myself up to peer down over her. I let out a light chuckle as I smirked down at the sleeping woman. I had no intention of reducing the woman to such a position but I knew full and well she had enjoyed every second of it. I sat myself up and stretched my arms across my chest, there was no denying that I had enjoyed myself as well. 

I looked back down at the past out bluenette, I had thrown some choice words around during that encounter. I knitted my eyebrows together as I searched within myself, clarifying that she indeed, did not, hold a position of power within my psyche. I released a ragged breath as I threw my legs over the mattress. I rubbed over my face, the notion that I, the Price of the saiyans, had any sort of vulnerability was unfathomable. I forced the worrying thoughts aside. 

I remind myself that the only thing that mattered was my strength, these encounters obviously had no effect to any extent on the outcome of that. I pushed myself up and walked over to the adjoined bathroom. I quickly flicked on the light before I went to relieve my bladder, afterward I grabbed a washrag that was hanging in the shower and wet it with some warm water from the sink. I wiped myself with it before rinsing and wringing it out. I walked back over to the bed with the damped rag still in hand.

I barely looked down at the pitiful unconscious creature as I continued to clean her up in the same manner as I had done to myself, gently wiping away the drizzle of my seaman that had begun leaking out of her. I quietly walked back to the bathroom, once again rinsing and wringing the rag before I laid it flat over the sink's edge.

 I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. It had been awhile since I acknowledged the mirrors here. I didn’t care to look myself over much, I was well aware of my physical features. I took a second to evaluate reflection. I was enlightened by the muscle mass I had gained since my initial arrival on the planet, aside from that I didn't look any different. I refrained from focusing on my physical features and overanalyzed my own glare in the reflection. I could tell something inside of me felt strange, something was off. 

I aggravatedly flicked the lights off, choosing to reject whatever little thing caught my attention. I ignore the nagging voice in the back of my mind as I walk towards the bed. I plucked the blankets out from underneath the woman and spread it out atop her curled figure, being sure that I hadn’t covered her face before I walked over to turn off the overhead light. I took one last glance at the bluenette peacefully sleeping face in the light before enveloping the room in darkness. I started back to the bed and eased myself down underneath the cover. I pulled the curled woman to my chest. I fell asleep lulled by the even breathing of the woman I had just shared another passionate night with.