Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Just a Day ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter Ten  

(Bulma’s POV)

The slightly parted window allowed a breeze so gentle I could barely feel its movement through my bright hair. Instead of filtering through the window, my cigarette smoke only lingered in the air like fog, but I didn’t mind the smell. His powerful footsteps reverberated across the floor, and I turned as he approached me, the cigarette perched between my lips. His silence maintained until he was only a few feet away from me, and I tilted my head up to face him, blowing my smoke to the side. “Woman,” he began, his voice tired and gruff, “I need you to assist me.” 

Without requiring further explanation, I snuffed the half-finished cig in a glass ashtray and followed him through the doorway. He took me to the bathroom, and I cautiously followed him inside as he hesitated in front of the tub. He seemed to be weighing his words and shot me a glance that nearly begged for me to speak for him – to spare him the shame. 

 “Vegeta,” I started, looking him up and down; his solid body seemed not withered, but rather worn – like a high-quality leather belt around the hips of a soldier, like a path created by the footsteps of those who dare to wander. He raised an eyebrow, watching my gaze drift his frame up and down as my eyes swallowed the liquor-taste of his body. “On with it,” he demanded, growing impatient with my feminine faults. I quickly urged, “You deserve a nice, relaxing bath after all your hard work,” my hands rose to his shoulders, and I smoothed his tattered clothes. Not once inferring that he was tired, I suggested, “Maybe I’ll give you one?”

 He averted my gaze, and his expression softened as he nodded. That seemed to be why he led me in here like a cat politely taking its owner to the food dish. I hid my smirk, and he let me undress him after I started the bathwater. He tested it and commanded that it be hotter. After several failed attempts to heat the water, and draining it a few times to start over, my pregnant ass finally resorted to making several trips to and from the kitchen with pots of boiling water – yet I kept smiling, pleased to see him enjoying his time. 

 Vegeta finally relaxed, sinking a bit lower into the tub. He emitted a heavy sigh, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. I gave a light kiss to his forehead before grabbing a pitcher I’d brought from the kitchen, dipping it into the water to pour it over his shoulders. “That’s very… Nice.” He admitted, and I kept from teasing him, only smiling fondly. I couldn’t tell if he meant that the water felt nice, or that what I was doing for him was nice… I continued to douse him with water for a while, but before I went for the soap, he looked up at me abruptly. As we locked eyes, I froze. He looked at me with such an expression I could only fantasize about… His eyes pleaded with me to fully enter his soul… To keep reaching beyond his barriers, to obliterate the walls surrounding the darkest and brightest parts of him – even if brick by intimate brick… I will tear down my prince’s defenses. 

 A king needs his queen, and this queen reads books. 

 “Bulma…” His voice still retained its usual gruffness, but his face showed me different reflections in the kaleidoscope of my complex prince’s protected emotions (or what I assume must be emotions, but may perhaps be beyond my human comprehension) … 

 “You are the mother of my baby, but that’s not why I love you,” his voice hit me tenderly like a bruise. 

 I only stared at him, blinking.

 I could have wept until my heart stopped beating to realize that this was not reality – it could not be.

 This isn’t our bathroom.

 This isn’t even real . . .

 Why was I pouring boiling water over Vegeta?!

 I fucking hate these crazy pregnancy dreams. 

 . . .

 I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room and felt Vegeta behind me, his arm lightly draped around my hip.

 I also felt the baby thrashing around, bouncing on my bladder, almost as if they knew I was awake. As much as I wanted to remain laying in bed with the calloused prince I knew my body needed to move. I noticed that the sun had yet to rise; ever since I reached the third trimester of my pregnancy, I was always awake before the sun, it seemed.

 I slowly pulled myself away from Vegeta. As I sat up, I drew my arms above my head, stretching to relieve the small ache in my back. Once I felt a slight pop, I was satisfied. I haul my pregnant ass out of the bed and walk straight to the bathroom. I hastily sat down on the toilet.  After relieving my bladder, I stood up and started my casual routine of taking my vitamins. While I was unscrewing the cap I noticed a rag draped along the edge of the sink. That’s weird, I swear I cleaned this place yesterday. I set my prenatals down on the counter picking up the rag between two fingers, noting that it wasn’t fully dry.

 Curiosity got the best of me and I brought the rag to my nose, giving it a slight sniff. I was shocked that I recognized the smell– that’s me? I looked over to Vegeta with a raised brow; he was still in bed, his back to me. Did he clean me up last night? My mind scrambled through the actions of last night, the way Vegeta had touched me with such care, his rugged voice commanding me around. The way he almost growled as he had called me his queen. A shiver ran down my spine, I know he has some sort of feelings for me. The way his eyes deeply pierced my soul last night, as if he could see beyond and through my very being… I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, I honestly didn’t know what to think.

I opened the laundry hamper and deposited the rag inside of it. I think he honestly does care about me, in his own little way. 

A triumphant smirk rises to my face. I slid out of my snug teddy that had somehow survived the events of passion and placed it in the hamper as well. I quickly took my vitamins and strode over to the dresser. I peered at Vegeta’s reflection in the mirror – his eyes were still closed, but I could see his brow furrowed. I shrugged it off as I searched my drawers for some comfortable clothes, settling on a simple pair of black leggings and a light gray tank top. I was going to make that prince one hell of a breakfast, one that was fit for a Saiyan king.

 (Vegeta’s POV)

As soon as the woman pulled away, my mind and body fought an internal battle; I wanted to pull her back to me, but I refused the luxury. The events of the night flash through my mind – I was disappointed in myself, yet I felt no regret. She has certainly whittled her way into my core and I tried to be furious about it. I wasn’t all displeased with the comfort that I felt at the moment.

 Why does this feel so right? 

I pushed all the things I was feeling down into the depths of my psyche, in turn trying to focus on how I was going to discipline myself for allowing such weakness to creep up on me. Definitely going to be a 12-hour onslaught of gravity training to compensate for my displays of weakness. I paid no mind to the woman scuffling about the room, I tried to ignore the searing heat I felt from her gaze on me. As soon as I heard Bulma walk out of the room, I allowed myself to sit up, rubbing my hands through my hair. 

 I need to train now. 

I waited until Bulma was downstairs before I actually pulled myself out of bed. I glanced around the room, looking for the shorts I had been wearing the previous night, but couldn’t find them. I still didn’t sense anybody else in the compound, so I casually walked to my current room. I opened the dresser drawer and to my disdain it was empty. I opened every single drawer and found not a damn thing. 

 Where are my clothes? 

I stormed over to the closet pulling the door open to only see it empty as well. I felt a growl erupt out of my chest, what kind of sick game is this? I raced down to the kitchen ignoring my dishabilled state. I glared at Bulma, her back turned to me. I allowed my eyes to drink in her satiating, yet tormentingly alluring, appearance before I reminded myself why I was here in the first place instead of training already. 

“WHERE ARE ALL MY CLOTHES WOMAN!” I shout at the woman making sure to sound very aggravated. Bulma never turned to face me; she focused on her current task at hand, “They are in the bottom two drawers of my dresser, I moved them there yesterday.” She hollered informatively.

I sneered as I walked away.

I hadn’t completely forgotten that she wanted to share her room with me but didn’t think it would be instantaneous. I forced open the drawers where Bulma said my clothes were and sure enough they were all neatly folded. I disregarded the emotion that was working its way into my chest, opting to ignore it in favor of pulling on a pair of shorts. I threw my socks and shoes on with haste, making my way to the balcony. I threw open the door, leaping over the rail to land swiftly on my feet. 

Time to train.

 (Bulma’s POV)

I pulled the fourth tray of bacon out of the oven and then turned back to the stove to flip over my fifth batch of sausage. I looked at the counter, fifty pieces of sausage, one hundred pieces of bacon, sixty pancakes– the only thing that was left to make were the eggs. I smiled in accomplishment as I grabbed my mug of coffee, taking a gracious gulp. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a full carton of eighteen-count large eggs, cracking them into a bowl so that I could whisk them together.

This was going to be a good breakfast, I couldn’t help but feel satisfied with myself. These past couple of days have been a whirlwind. As I worked to finish scrambling the eggs I started to think more about Vegeta… Yes, it has been nice to spend physical time with him, I admit– but I couldn’t help but want more than that. I wanted to actually get to know Vegeta: he is the father of my child.

I was afterall assisting him in more ways than he’d like to admit. I thought back to the voice memos I had found earlier in the week. It was obvious he had a rough life, but I wanted the intimate details. I think about all the scars that scattered his body, I wanted specifics. I felt this deep need to truly understand him, someone needed to. I recalled the conversation held between Krillen and I almost two years ago. He had drunkenly divulged the sensitive information that was about Vegeta’s dying wish on Namek; he admitted to Goku that he had basically been Frieza’s slave since he was a child, I could feel the tinge of sadness swelling inside. 

I knew that he and Goku were the only saiyans left. It seemed like Goku had the whole planet on his side, I wanted to be the person who was there for Vegeta. I wanted to be the one person he could confide in. His stability, his safety. 

His only cheerleader. 

While I planned out a way to ask about sensitive topics, I laid all the plates of food on the table. I stood tall and proudly gazed at my hard work. It really did look like a breakfast bar on a cruise, now I just had to find the prince. It didn’t take much effort, all I had to do was peer out the back door to see that the gravity room was currently in use. Hmm, I had half expected him to walk down to the kitchen and wait for food to be done like he had done the days beforehand… I hope I didn’t say anything last night to push him away. 

I rejected the idea out of my mind and just told myself he was always eager to train, and hopefully, he wouldn’t be upset over me getting him for breakfast. I strolled out of the kitchen towards the gravity chamber, and took one deep breath, ensuring my own confidence as I pounded on the large metal door. 

I heard the whirl of the gravity simulator simmer down and I patiently waited for Vegeta to open the door. When it finally opened I was greeted with a very angry-looking Vegeta. I disregarded it quickly, knowing he doesn’t like to be interrupted, “I made you a huge breakfast, I figured you were hungry.” I casually explained with a smile.

 His expression remained stone cold like the depths of winter, but I could see in his eyes that he was truly calculating his response. 

 (Vegeta’s POV)

 Just as I was about to increase the gravity room to its extended limit, I felt the woman walking towards me. What was she doing? I had only completed my warm-up, I haven’t even been in here for an hour and she has the audacity to come up and interrupt me? I was struggling to actually feel aggravated, it enraged me how the woman has so easily distracted me still. 

 I waited until I heard her thump her fist against the door before I turned off the simulator. I waited at the door for what felt like an eternity, once more enthralled in my internal battle between strength and weakness. I opened the door, making sure I seemed enraged that she had interrupted me. I locked eyes with her, refusing to allow them to wander. 

Her voice was warm like the hint of coffee that lingered on her breath, and soft like pancakes, the way her clothes smelled. “I made you breakfast, I figured you were hungry.” She calmly explained.

I maintained my annoyed expression as I considered the invitation. I saw no alternative motive behind her luminous stare.

I felt an astounding emotion shred through my chest; I outwardly growled, and without saying a single word to her I strode toward the kitchen. When I saw the spread of food on the table, I felt that awful swell in my chest again. I mosey over to the table, eyeing the huge plate of the meat they call bacon, I couldn’t help but feel pleased. I knew it was all for me. I quickly sat down and crossed my arms against my chest, waiting for Bulma to join me. 

 What the hell is happening to me?

 What is this woman doing to me?

 She strode into the kitchen with a hand on her hip and the small smile still fixed on her lips. I fixated on her every movement as she grabbed her usual mug off the counter. I admired the sway of her hip as she made her way toward the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down. I recognized the twinge of annoyance I felt at her not choosing the seat next to me, but swallowed it down; she can sit where she wants. 

“Is this all for me, woman?” I asked bluntly. 

I could see a smile building on her lips before she formulated her reply, “Well I will have a plate of my own but yes, the majority of this is for you. Such a strong man like yourself needs acceptable nourishment.” I didn’t miss the sly way she ended her statement. She never seemed directly bothered by my coarse demeanor.

 I only grunted in reply. Unfolding my arms from my chest, I reached for the stack of bread they referred to as pancakes, as well as the massive plate of so-called bacon. 

 (Bulma’s POV) 

I couldn’t help but admire Vegeta as he devoured the arrangement of food I’d set out, and I almost missed out on the sausage as a result of his abysmal appetite. I had to grab a handful off the plate before he had a chance to snatch it for himself. Luckily I had already set aside a good amount of eggs for myself. Every time our eyes met, his gaze sent electric shivers down my spine. When I noticed that he was halfway through the array of food, I gathered all the courage I had, “Hey Vegeta, can I ask you something?” I pushed lightly.

He grunted in response and continued to shovel food into his mouth. I didn’t take it as a no, so I spoke carefully. 

 “What was your home planet like?” I asked calmly. I watched the muscle in his neck tense up a bit as his eyes bore into mine. His eyes twitched beneath my gaze. 

 He finished the food in his mouth, “Why do you care?” He shot back harshly. 

I flinched at his furious emphasis on care but I still carefully turned my words over in my mind, “I’m honestly curious.” I said as softly as possible.

He raised an offended brow before he rolled his eyes. “It was mainly what you humans would refer to as a desert, but with deep orange sand. The sky was very different from here; it was shades of maroon and gold. It had two moons, and there was one area of the kingdom reserved for the elites, the only place on the entire planet where there was a natural water source and a small forest.” He divulged impassively as he glanced back at his food, he carefully selected a single piece of bacon and took a modest bite for him. 

I replied with genuine reverence, “That sounds breathtakingly beautiful, Vegeta.” 

 He just grunted at me again, then went back to his average pace of eating. I rolled his words around in my mind trying to vividly imagine it for myself. I rested my elbows on the table and dropped my chin into my hand, quizzically looking at the enigmatic prince. Though he sat with me at the table, the deeper parts of him remained so distant from my grasp… But I kept reaching.

 (Vegeta’s POV)

I wasn’t annoyed by the woman’s question– I was more concerned about her motive. I tried to ignore her as I continued eating, but I could feel her eye-balling me. It wasn’t making me uncomfortable… that's what bothered me. Even though I could tell she was up to something, I anticipated her next question. I heard a meager sigh from the bluenette and I instantly stiffened up. Her careful voice pried, “How many planets have you visited?” I raised an eyebrow, actually thinking about the question for a second. Waiting until I swallowed my mouthful I grumbled out a response, “Thousands, maybe. I lost count a long time ago.” 

“Do you have a favorite planet?” She queried earnestly. 

I couldn't help but sneer at her obnoxious question, “Woman, most of the planets I’ve come across were either destroyed or sold off for a decent profit.” I explained with hostility. It wasn’t the original answer that truly came to mind, but it’s the one I offered the prying woman. 

She met my eye causally with her own raised brow, “So I take that as a no, then.” She pensively confirmed. 

I crossed my arms against my chest, trying to give her an annoyed glare.

What kind of game is she playing with me?

“Why are you asking these questions, woman?” I challenged the questioning bluenette. 

Her eyes softened at my gruff question. “As I said, I am just curious.” She softly clarified her mouth drawing to a thin line..

I couldn’t control the growl erupting from my chest as I over analyzed her stare, “You have another motive, I can tell– what do you want from me?” I couldn’t help my exasperated tone. I didn’t like the way she was studying me. Yet I hadn’t made a direct effort to stop her questions, nor had I fled the room akin to the way I’d dodge an enemy. 

 A smile pulled at her lips, “I just want to know more about the man who is about to beat the absolute shit out of some androids and save my planet, I swear that’s all.” She coolly  explained as she brought her hands up, feigning innocence. 

I couldn’t ignore the surge of pride in my chest, there was another budding emotion I couldn’t quite place.

I tried to keep my stoic composure. “Unless you want to hear stories of gruesome genocides, and planetary obliteration, I suggest you drop these insolent questions, woman. Don’t forget: I have murdered an unfathomable number of people.” I scornfully state, hoping it would halt the woman’s earnest questions.

Her smile never faltered, “Tales of destruction have never bothered me before, but if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s perfectly fine.” She peacefully expressed. 

I wanted to be enraged at the situation, but her calming gaze kept everything at bay. I scoffed at her and just went back to eating my breakfast. 

Make that 15 hours of gruesome training to compensate for my enabling her dominion over me. I didn’t say another word to the woman; instead, I was cemented in my own thoughts. I was battling the desire to unload my history’s burdens onto the woman, but certain that if I did, she would be appalled by the things I had done – there was blood on the same hands I’d studied her bare body with. As I shoved down my last plate of eggs, I curtly stood up. I glared at her electric blue eyes, trying to find any indication that she was tricking me in some way. I saw only one thing, something I hadn’t seen since the ghost of my childhood, back when my own mother was alive. 

I rushed out of the kitchen, ripping the door to the gravity room open and slamming it shut behind me. An intense 16-hour training session should be a fitting way to clear my mind of these excessive demons referred to as emotions. 

 (Bulma’s POV)

I didn’t expect Vegeta to just spill his heart out to me, I had to be calculated. The seed I planted should be enough, if well-watered he surely wouldn’t mind opening his mind up to me. I have to make him understand that I will listen to him without any judgments. 

 He may have seemed irritated, but I could see something soft behind his glare before he stormed out of the kitchen. I heard the door to the gravity room slam and pulled myself out of my seat. I slowly cleared the table, deciding that I was going to spend the rest of the day bossing people around to get the baby’s room ready. I looked at the clock, noting that it was only 8 a.m., maybe there will be enough time to draw up some blueprints for that energy cloaking device. 

 As soon as I had all the dishes up in the dishwasher, I was on the phone arranging for everything to be delivered and set up within the next hour. It’s amazing how fast people will get their shit together when they realize they have the richest woman in the world on the other end of the phone. I made my way up the steps, stopping at the top, and rubbed my protruding stomach with a careful hand, “You are going to have a bomb-ass nursey, little one!” I lovingly cooed at my bump as I continued down the hall. I stopped and leaned on the doorframe, I stood peering into the bedroom I had planned to completely renovate. 

I thought back to the months of Vegeta being away in space. I had spent many a night curled in that bed telling myself that he was never coming back. I tried to convince myself if he did come back it would only be to fight the androids. Yet… Here he was, and the androids will be arriving in a little less than a year's time; he had obviously come back for another reason.

I wanted to pry and ask him so many things, but I knew if I did that, all I would end up doing is pushing him farther away. I knew Vegeta wasn’t an emotional person, and I never try to force my emotions onto him either… except for one emotion, I suppose.

I mindlessly strolled through the room, thinking about the days leading up to him leaving for space, especially the way his eyes had devoured me hours before he departed. I also reminded myself how comfortable I was in those very same arms these past couple of nights. There was no doubt in my mind, he was going to surrender at some point; I was going to show him that he is worthy of love.

I strolled towards the window and scanned the bustling birds soaring over the compound as I continued to work through my thoughts. I will show him, even if he doesn’t think he’s capable. I was going to make him understand that he has a better purpose in life. He alluded to the fact that his strength has only been used for heinous acts. I wondered what strength he could achieve from fighting towards a more respectable cause.

 (Vegeta’s POV)

I was five hours into my training. The first two hours consisted of 5 different kinds of push-ups with different intensities of gravity, three hundred sets of each. That was my punishment for inciting conversations with the woman.

Then I moved on to endurance training, restraining myself to a limited amount of energy. I had gravity at only six hundred times Earth's gravity, with four of the spherical balls floating around me. I programmed them to send out laser beams every two seconds; I was constantly dodging around the room. Putting as much distance between the lasers and me. The goal of that particular exercise was to wear down my enemies while I conserved most of my energy. I frustratedly realized how accustomed I had become to the women’s preprogrammed regimes that I found myself trying to replicate them myself.

The exercise I was currently working on focused on the intensity of my senses, mainly pertaining to my defense. I turned the gravity to an easy two hundred as I programmed all the bots into reflective mode. I shot a ki blast directly at a metal bot to my left, concentrating on the blast. I watched as it keenly bounced off the two other spheres; I instantly hone in on the small energy of that same blast, waiting until it was mere inches in front of me until I rebounded the blast with my forearm. I sent the blast speeding toward the droid to the left of me. 

I felt a familiar energy flying toward the compound: it was that third-ranked fool Kakarot. I hadn’t seen him since the strange boy had warned us about the androids. I could tell he was alone; he didn’t have his son or the namekian with him. I sensed the ki blast heading toward me and smacked it back with my right hand. I was going to continue my training– I didn’t want to waste my time talking to that buffoon. I closed my eyes, allowing all my senses to take over. I surged to my left, extending my right foot out to deflect the blast in another direction. 

 (Bulma’s POV)

“NO, MOVE IT OVER THERE BY THE WINDOW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? THE BATHROOM IS SUPPOSED TO BE TUSCAN SUN NOT CANARY YELLOW– THAT’S FOR THE CLOSET!” I roared back and forth at the different crews of workers as I meticulously led the teams towards my vision of the perfect nursery. 

“Hey Bulma, long time no see huh.” A very familiar voice quipped from behind me. I whirled around to be face to face with the first saiyan I had ever met. I couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across my face.

“Hey, Goku! I haven’t seen you in, what, almost two years? Teetering on three.” I enthusiastically greeted the man as I lightly punched his arm, “I figured I wouldn’t see you until the androids show up. What are you doing out this way?” I teasingly questioned the man who had always been a goof. 

He let out his casual laugh as he rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry I’ve been busy training with Piccolo and Gohan, got a lot going on– but I just wanted to stop by and give you some senzu beans.” He languidly explained as he offered forth the small burlap sack.

I looked up at the man with slight confusion, “Why are you bringing me senzu beans, Goku?” I asked cautiously with a raised brow, the gears in my head turned as I wondered if he suddenly had the ability to read minds.

I still reached out to grab the small burlap sack. Examining it before glancing back up. My eyebrow still raised as I anxiously stared back at Goku.

He dropped his causal smile as he flashed me a serious stare, “Trust me, you are going to need that after you give birth to Trunks, you are going to be exhausted.” He explained before his smile perked back up, “I have experience. Boy did Chi-Chi have a time with Gohan.” He wittily indulged before chuckling with his usually aloofness.

I looked at him completely puzzled, “Who told you I was naming my kid that? Wait– how do you know I’m pregnant? I haven’t even told Chi-Chi!” My mind scrambled as the questions rushed out my mouth. 

“Uh, yeah about that, um… see you later Bulma.” Goku disappeared in the blink of an eye, I looked down at the bag of beans in bewilderment. Goku had always been a little weird but that was just downright crazy. I stared around at the workers bustling about and back down to the beans. There was no freaking way, in Kami’s good land, that Goku, the man I’ve known my whole life; can now suddenly read minds. I swallowed down an enormous bullet of panic, I sure hoped that wasn’t the case. 

 (Vegeta’s POV)

“Heya, Vegeta! How are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of that idiot, quickly throwing a glare at the stupidest saiyan I ever had the displeasure of knowing. 

“What are you doing here, Kakarot?” I brutishly questioned. I sneered at his name; the mere sound of his subtle breath was enough to infuriate me. 

I caught the ball of energy that was previously bouncing around the room, destroying it by closing my fist. He just shrugged his shoulders and threw me a stupid smile. “I wanted to drop by and see if you wanted to spar, maybe talk a little bit? I know how hard it is to deal with pregnant women, so I figured you could blow off a little steam. You know, throw some punches.” He acted out his last statement by throwing punches into the empty air while he blabbered about nonsense.

Rage churned through me, “What are you talking about, you imbecile?” I frustratedly questioned the fool, he was just such an annoying person.

He rubbed the back of his head and tossed me a confused stare, “I just figured you would like to blow off some steam is all.” He casually replied. Kami, he pissed me off. I lunged toward the other saiyan, barely missing his face as he dodged. He tried to retaliate with a kick toward my side but I easily forced myself back. 

No other words were exchanged, we charged at each other relentlessly. His constant calm composure pissed me off even more as we continued to throw a rapid multitude of punches and kicks towards each other. Neither one of us could land a hit as we continued the onslaught, every move barely straining my muscles. I hadn’t realized how fluently we had been moving since I hadn’t turned down the gravity but I could tell the force was wearing on Kakarot.

I couldn’t help but let a smug smirk pull at my lips as I threw myself completely to the other side of the gravity room. I had a daunting idea: I held my right hand up, my left hand hovering over the control. “Why don’t we turn up the heat in here? This is starting to get too easy.” I drawled, cockily offering the other saiyan another challenge. 

He simply nodded his head and flashed me a smile, motioning with his right hand to bring it on. I turned the gravity room up to the max. As the system worked the crushing power of eight hundred and fifty times the earths’ gravity set in. I let out a deep breath and my malicious smile grew as I watched as Kakarot was swiftly forced down to the floor, he let out a grunt as his body smacked the tile. I watched him grit his teeth as he pushed himself up with his trembling arms. “Wow Vegeta! I wasn’t expecting that!” He enthusiastically beamed from his position on the floor.

I let out my own chuckle, “What, did you believe I would be satisfied with such a meager training regime Kakarot.” I casually declared as I stretched my limbs. I was quite amused as I watched him struggle to his feet. I could tell he was having a hard time. He was obviously gritting his teeth. The smirk plastered on my face disappeared when Kakarot hardened his stare and transformed with a single shout. 

He threw me his own cocky smirk and pummeled toward me; I crossed my arms, blocking his punch. Keeping my feet steady, I threw my leg out, sweeping the fool off his feet. Before he hit the ground, I sensed him suddenly behind me – I ducked down, barely missing his punch. I threw an uppercut, cleanly connecting my fist with Kakarot’s chin, he let out a choked groan before leaping back and wiping the small dribble of blood from his lip. 

He met my cold eyes and threw himself back toward me. We continued back and forth for a small amount of time before I landed another solid blow to Kakarot's stomach. It threw him against the wall. He let out a cloaked cough before he flashed me a knowing smirk, “It looks like you have been training hard, Vegeta. I’m impressed, you’ve gotten really fast. Can you go super yet?” He drawled casually as he forced himself off the wall in order to try to stand tall. 

Of course, he wants to know, “That is none of your business, Kakarot.” I deadpanned back to him as I crouched down waiting for the other saiyan to charge me. 

Instead he just threw his hands up, “You win this round buddy!” He announced with a lopsided smile, dropping his right arm down to clutch his stomach.  

“Giving up so easily, Kakarot? I haven’t even shown a quarter of my power.” I brashly insisted, trying to persuade the other saiyan into at least another couple of hits. 

He just chuckled, as to be expected from the third-ranked fool he was, “Yeah I can tell, you make my training look like playtime.” He calmly commented.

I only grunt in response before I strutted back over to the controls, completely shutting down the gravity room.

Kakarot visibly relaxed and released his super saiyan form. He rubbed his side for a bit as I crossed my arms and glared at him.

“So, how are you and Bulma doing?” He was formidable as he coaxed forth his question.

I growled at his ridiculous insistence, “Why are you asking stupid questions!” I lashed back at him. What was the buffoon trying to get at?

The other saiyan just rubbed the back of his head as his lips drew down in a frown, “Just trying to make small talk, geez!” He admitted coolly.

I sneered at the other man, “I have no need for small talk, if you’re done sparring with me take your leave already.” I brutishly lectured the younger saiyan.

Kakarot just shrugged his shoulders, “Alright, see you later Vegeta.” He prompted before he swiftly threw his hand up to his temple and within an instant he had disappeared. 

I had obviously avoided the moronic question the other saiyan had asked altogether, he had no clue what the hell he was talking about. I was satisfied with the small sparring session, pride swelling in my chest: I had landed my hits and the other couldn’t even hit me, even after he transformed. A smile spread across my face– I had finally surpassed that low-rank idiot and he had no clue. 

If beating the androids went as smoothly as planned, Kakarot would be my next target. I will settle the score. I felt a small rumble in my stomach, and I looked out the window of the gravity room, noticing the positioning of the sun. I glanced at the controls of the gravity room, then at the door. I would allow myself a decent lunch before I continued my training. 

Maybe ten hours would be sufficient.

 (Bulma’s POV)

“Alright people, listen up,” I clapped my hands together, getting all seven workers' attention in the small room. It had completely changed in just under 6 hours. “Let’s grab all these plastic sheets off the floor and get them in the trash. Then y’all collect all your things and leave the compound via the front door.” I formally instructed, with the clap of my hands they set to work. I watched as the people scrambled to gather all the plastic sheets, stuffing them in large garbage bags while others ran around gathering all their materials. I waited until all the workers departed the room before I turned my attention to the room in general. 

Now that there weren't random paintbrushes, tools, and other miscellaneous items scattered everywhere, I could actually take it in. The room had been painted soft blue, and a couple of floating shelves were installed along the walls. I left the original dresser in the room, I just had it moved under the window. Where a queen-sized bed once stood now perched a mahogany crib. Although there weren’t any toys in the room yet, it felt cozy and welcoming.  

 “Woman, make me some food.” A familiar command announced the man behind me. 

 I turned around to see a sweaty Vegeta leaning in the doorway, I slowly traveled the lines of his body before meeting his eye, and a smile spread across my face. “Of course I can, I was feeling a little famished myself.” I ended the sentence with a slight lick to my bottom lip. He grunted in reply as per usual, turning around. I followed him down the hallway. As we started our trek down the steps, I eyed his chiseled back. The entirety of the way down I mentally logged where every scar was.  

 Once in the kitchen, I strode past him, making sure to lightly brush up against his left shoulder. I opened the fridge and pulled out all the makings of a good sandwich or in this case plethora of sandwiches. While I was making the sandwiches, I thought back to the whole Goku thing, “Hey Vegeta, did you happen to see Goku earlier?” I forwardly asked the saiyan as my mind pondered my previous encounter. 

I heard a small laugh erupt from the generally serious man. I looked over my shoulder meeting his eye, “Actually he came to me, only to leave with his tail between his legs.” He bemusedly explained.

I chuckled along with him as I finished preparing the sandwiches, “Maybe he should have kept those senzu beans that he gave me,” I mused aloud as I turned to Vegeta with two plates stacked full of sandwiches. I beamed a smile to the saiyan at the table, “I should just call up all the Z-fighters and let them know they won’t have to worry about fighting the androids. We can just send you out there to straighten it all out.” I confidently declared as I strolled towards the table. I winked at the man as I set the plates down in front of him. 

I enjoyed the smile that graced his face, he looked so handsome like that. We locked eyes for a moment. I waited for a reply from Vegeta but he just went straight to the sandwiches. I didn’t let it bother me as I settled myself into the chair next to him. I already understood that nothing came between a hungry saiyan and his meal. 

I grabbed myself a sandwich and started eating it. I allowed my mind to wander for a bit before I heard Vegeta clear his throat. “Why did Kakarot bring you those beans?” He curiously grumbled out his question. 

I looked at Vegeta before I responded simply, “I’ll probably need one after pushing the baby out if it doesn’t kill me first.” I dispassionately explained between bites of my half finished sandwich. 

I was surprised when he set his own half eaten sandwich down, his eyebrow raised as he stared wildly back at me. “Kill you? How would it kill you?” He scoffed forcibly. 

I just shrugged my shoulders, “Some women just have complications in normal labor, and with this baby being half saiyan it wouldn’t surprise me if I had complications or something worse. I wasn’t there for Chi when she had Gohan, I really have no clue how problematic it’s going to be.” I carefully explained, his eyes never left my own. 

All my previous anxiety towards the birth came flooding back and I squirmed under his hardened glare. I grew uncomfortable with his silence. 

“You will survive, I will see through to it.” He clarified insistently. 

“That’s sweet, Vegeta, but you don’t have to worry, I will have a really good doctor in the room amongst a swarm of nurses with me, you don’t need to be there if you don’t want to.” I expressed it easily to the saiyan, I had a very coordinated birth plan. 

Vegeta grabbed my wrist as I reached for another sandwich, “I will be there to ensure the baby is healthy, and that you survive… A boy needs his mother.” He purposefully declared, his stare intensifying. 

My breath caught in my throat, I carefully swallowed in order to speak. “Okay.” I let out breathlessly, he dropped my wrist. Returning to the sandwich he had previously discarded on the plate. We continued to eat the meal in silence. 

Vegeta’s statement weighed heavy on my mind, I had never expected him to be around for the birth of our child. The fact that he suggested he would be there made my heart race. I thought heavily about his last words: a boy needs his mother. Did Vegeta know the gender of the baby already? I looked up from the table and gave the saiyan a quizzical glance. “How do you know it will be a boy?” I wondered aloud.

Vegeta stopped himself from taking another bite of his sandwich and barely met my eye before he let out a sigh, “My bloodline ensures that a male is born first, it has always been that way.” He briskly clarified.

I looked down at the rest of my third sandwich, as I turned the question over in my head. “But can you, like, sense the gender or something?” I asked carefully as I glanced back up to him.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, “Of course, I can sense the child's energy, woman.” He scoffed uninterestedly. 

“So it's not a girl?” I pushed inquisitively coaxed.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed to slits as he glared back at me, “It is definitely going to be a boy, woman, there is nothing that can change that outcome.” He cruelly replied. 

I sighed at Vegeta’s statement, laying my elbows on the table only to rest my chin on my hand, welp there goes having a little princess to deal with. 

“What’s wrong, woman?” He hastily questioned my sudden change in mood.

I met Vegeta’s eye, “Nothing is wrong per se, I’m just a little disappointed is all.” I answered honestly.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, “Disappointed?” He repeated perplexed.

I rolled my eyes at the man’s nativity. “I was hoping it would be a girl, I’ve always wanted a miniature me running around.” I explained impartially.

Vegeta chuckled, “One of you is enough, woman.” He jested assertively. 

I chuckled along with him, “I guess you’re right, I already know one thing for sure, this boy is going to be just as strong as his daddy.” I beamed back lightly.

I gestured down to my stomach, where my other hand laid, in the exact point where the baby had just been assaulting me with kicks. I caught Vegeta staring intently at my stomach, slightly amazed.

I grabbed his hand that didn’t have a sandwich, bringing it to rest on my stomach, “Here, feel how strong he is.” I quipped as I settled it down where I had just felt the baby kick mere seconds ago. I half expected Vegeta to pull away but he just allowed me to rest his hand against my protruding stomach. As soon as he laid his hand flat I could feel the baby kicking at him like they already knew who Vegeta is even though he has only been here for four full days.

 (Vegeta’s POV)

I wanted to rip my hand away from Bulma’s grip but when she set it on her stomach, I stilled. I felt five even kicks, followed by another three even stronger kicks. I glanced up at the woman and then back down to her stomach, how did that not bother her?

I moved my hand over to the side and immediately felt another six kicks. “You are correct, he is going to be a strong warrior. If you choose to let him fight.” I commented formally.

I carefully stared into Bulmas’ eyes, upset at myself that I actually cared about her answer. She only smiled, “Of course, I will encourage him to learn how to fight. If he's anything like you, I won’t be able to keep him from it.” She cheerfully declared. 

I nodded at her response, pulling my hand back. I set it on the table, looking at the sandwiches; there were only eight of them left. I thought back to my earlier encounter with the woman, the questions that she had pestered me with… “I don’t have a favorite planet, but I don’t mind this one.” I found myself saying the words aloud. I don’t wait for a response, I just continue to eat the sandwiches in front of me. 

The silence that filled the room was comfortable, I had expected the woman to respond with another onslaught of questions. When I finished the rest of the sandwiches Bulma just picked up the plates and walked them over to the sink, my eyes never left her figure. She never ceases to amaze me, every time I think I have her slightly figured out, she throws me for a curve. She is the only one who seems to evade my strategies. 

I watched as she opened the fridge and bent over looking through the contents. “Do you want something to drink, Vegeta?” I caught myself gawking at her curves, and before I could reply, she was already standing back up. She turned around slightly to meet my eyes, “Hello, Earth to Vegeta, do you want a drink or not?” She huffed impatiently. 

I nodded my head in an affirmative and she just rolled her eyes at me. I wanted to be annoyed with her for that small action; if she had done that a year and a half ago I would have been screaming at her. Then again, a year and a half ago I wouldn’t be willing to eat lunch with her either, nor sleep in her bed. 

I was brought out of my thoughts by a glass being set in front of me, it wasn’t what she normally gave me. I looked at the bottle with a thin neck and cylindrical base, it was clear and had something bubbly in it that slightly resembled piss. I read the label, high gravity steel reserve. “What is this beverage you brought me, woman?” I cautiously asked, as I gave it a tentative sniff; it seemed slightly familiar but I wasn’t sure. 

“It’s a beer, you know, alcohol.” She clarified with a raised brow. I looked at her with my brows knitted in confusion.

I glanced back at the bottle and took a tentative sip. It didn’t taste terrible, I turned it up and downed it in two gulps, feeling a slight tinge in my throat. “That wasn’t too bad.” I expressed my opinion of the beverage aloud. “Bring me another one, woman.” I demanded while meeting the woman’s eye.

She was staring back at me with her eyes open wide. She gave me a careful once over before she turned around and pulled another one of the beverages out. I watched her pull some sort of utensil out of the drawer and pop the top off. She walked back over to me offering out the drink, “Go easy Vegeta, I don’t want you getting drunk now.” She gently cautioned.

I tsked my tongue, “I don’t even know what that means, woman.” I blurted freely. I ignored her previous statement and chugged the second one, gosh that was smooth going down. I glanced back at the woman – she was stunned before I saw the fire erupt behind her gaze “Do you listen to anybody?” She barked, obviously annoyed by my actions.

I chuckled at her statement, I wasn’t afraid of her anger, “I am a prince, I don’t have to listen to anybody. Get me another drink, woman!” I bellowed, trying to hide the fact I was amused by her aggravation. 

I couldn’t tell if it had worked as I had hoped. She rolled her eyes as she turned back around. I stared at her as she walked back over to the fridge admiring the sway of her hips. I anticipated the view, and as she bent over to pull out another drink I admired her ass, Kami she looked damn good. 

It’s like she could read my mind or something because when the woman walked back over to me I swear she was swaying her hips way too much, “Here you go, Mr. Prince.” She put emphasis on the prince, and I felt a growl erupt out of my chest.

 “Careful, woman.” I warned with a raised brow.

She only chuckled at me as she offered me the bottle. She turned away from me and I glared at her as she walked back towards the sink. I found myself staring at her ass again. As I went to take a sip of the drink, I noticed this time she hadn’t removed the top. I flicked it off with my finger, annoyed that it interrupted my train of thought. I chugged down the third bottle, satisfied with them, for now. I stared at Bulma, allowing my eyes to drink in her frame from behind. My eyes lingered for a little longer before I decided it was definitely time to go back to my training, I was going to beat the sparks out of those bots.

As I stood up I suddenly felt my head spin, I had to sit right back down. I glared at the woman, “What have you done to me, woman, did you poison me?” I callously cursed aloud.

 (Bulma’s POV)

 I couldn’t help but smile at Vegeta’s odd question, “What are you talking about, Vegeta?” I asked in confusion as I turned around to look back at him. I had just handed him another beer and it was already gone. Okay, three beers, in one minute. That had to be a record. I now understood why the saiyan might have asked his bizarre question. “This drink– what has it done to me? My head spins when I stand.” The saiyan woefully whined as he rubbed over his face.

I couldn’t help but laugh at him, “I told you that if you drank them too fast you were going to get drunk.” I explained in a joking manner. 

His eyebrows knitted together as he tossed me a confused stare, “I told you, woman! I don’t know what being drunk even means.” He explained exasperatedly as he rubbed over his face once more.

I softened my expression, walking towards him to grab the two empty bottles off the table, casually clinking the glass together, “Well, you see when you consume large amounts of alcohol, it makes you inebriated.” I snarkily clarify.

He dropped his hand from his face and looked at me with a raised eyebrow before he glanced at the empty bottles in my possession, “How long will my head be spinning, woman?” He gruffly questioned. 

I couldn’t help my small chuckle before I responded, “Probably a couple of minutes, just relax and breathe. I’ll get you some water.”  I formally informed him before I strolled over to the trash can, throwing the bottles away.

When I turned around to walk towards the fridge I tossed the saiyan a glance, his eyes were closed while his arms were crossed along his chest, his brow furrowed. I mentally chidded myself for not thinking through my offer to give the saiyan alcohol, he seemed like a hard ass. I wondered if there was something similar in space as I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. I strolled back over to the table casually sitting the bottles down before I strutted behind him. I carefully laid my hands on his shoulder before I gently massaged the muscles underneath.

I felt him relax underneath my touch as I gently manipulated his tense muscles with my hands. As I slowly kneaded at an area that felt particularly tense, I heard a purr erupt from Vegeta’s chest, letting me know that he was enjoying the action of my hands. I pulled my hands together, adding slight pressure to the base of his neck with both my thumbs before returning back to his shoulders. My hands molded around his sculpted muscle, he had gained a good amount of solid mass since coming to Earth, and he was a decent 4 inches taller as well. I couldn’t help but admire the man, literally pushing beyond his limits; even if it was only for a fight, he was protecting my home. “I’m so proud of you, Vegeta.” The words escaped my mouth without a second thought. 

“What do you mean woman?” He drawled lazily. I continued to massage his shoulders while I gathered the words I truly wanted to say.

“Believe it or not, I am a vigilant person, and since you’ve been here, you’ve progressed so much. There is no doubt in my mind you are going to destroy those androids.” I confidently stated. I continued to massage his bare shoulders as I waited for a response. When I didn’t receive one I decided to go a different route. “What are you going to do once the androids are gone?” I gingerly questioned.

I felt him tense under my touch, “I’m going to challenge that idiot Kakarot to a rematch, and I’m gonna bury his ass into the core of this planet.” He confidently remarked.

A small chuckle made its way past my lips. Goku may have been a childhood friend, but I wasn’t afraid of Vegeta’s words. I was surprised he didn’t say he was going to blow up the planet. “Well, make sure to tell me when and where so I can have some popcorn ready, I’ll even make a couple of signs. Would you prefer ‘Go Vegeta Go’ or ‘Get Em Vegeta!’?” I eagerly banter back. 

Vegeta leaned his head back to stare into my eyes, “Why would you cheer for me, woman?” He asked in confusion.

I smiled at his stoic expression, “Because you are worthy of at least one person by your side, that’s why.” I emphasized my statement by squeezing his shoulders. I peered down at his hardened glare before I leaned over and kissed his forehead gently. 

“I have murdered millions, woman, you would only be cheering for a serial killer.” He bitterly clarified.

I pulled back and gazed into his eyes, “That’s all in the past Vegeta, I try to focus on the present.” 

(Vegeta’s POV)

This woman always with her ridiculous notions, “You are crazy, I have not changed: I am still the same person I was in the past.” I hastily defend my nature. I wanted her to back down, she didn’t understand who I truly was. She didn’t want to know… I barely wanted to know. 

“How many people have you killed since you were brought back to life?” She asked quizzically. 

The question knocked me back mentally, I actually had to think. “When I searched for Kakarot in space I murdered hundreds of Frezia’s men.” I explained callously.

She applied pressure to the base of my neck as she replied, “Okay, now, how many planets have you destroyed?” She pushed lightly.

I rolled my neck around, “None.” I curtly responded. She just hummed in response as she continued to rub my shoulders. We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, and I willed myself to stand up. My head was no longer spinning; I needed to go train.

I felt her hands drop as I stood. As soon as I was steady, I suddenly felt her arms wrap around me, casually crossing them against my abdomen. I could feel her body against my back, and I felt a slight kick at my lower back– it must be my son. I allowed myself to stay still, just enjoying the embrace the woman held me in, all of a sudden I felt her warm breath against my ear, “I love you, Vegeta, corrupt past and all.” 

 As she squeezed me tighter, I wanted to shove her away, but I was baffled by her statement. I grabbed her arms, peeling them away from me. I turned around to meet her eyes, “Why?” The word hung heavy in the air as I waited for her reply, my eyes cemented to hers. 

She looked me over in a way that made me feel respected. Her adoring stare was one in the same as she had given to me at breakfast, her mouth slightly opened before she closed her lips again. She pulled me into her stare and it was like she was delving into my very soul. She reached her hand up, cupping my right cheek before she gently traced her fingers along my jawline. Our eyes were locked like magnets, I was lost in her honest sapphires. 

She licked her lips before she spoke. “It’s really hard to explain, I just do. When I look at you, I see the strongest man in the world, one who has been tormented most of his life. I want to give you the peace you deserve.” She shamelessly assured me.

I was drowning from the emotions swelling in my chest, her words clouded my mind but focusing into her stare was a gasp of breath. 

 (Bulma’s POV)

Vegeta crashed his lips against my own, my hand left his cheek; taking its place to grab at the hairs on the nape of his neck. He nipped at my lip, running his tongue against me in a light bite. I allowed him in, instantly melting against him. His arms wrapped around my waist, forcing us closer together. I don’t know what I had expected, but it certainly hadn’t been this. 

I moaned into the kiss, I felt so safe in his arms; nothing mattered when we were together like this. I gasped as he lifted me up, I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. Suddenly my back was against the wall, his hips rolling into my own. He broke the kiss abruptly, his breath heavily labored, he never said a word yet his eyes told me everything I needed to know. 

“Hey Bulma, I forgot to ask if I could have the dragon ball radar?” My childhood friend chimed in nowhere.

Vegeta instantly set me down, spinning around and glaring at the other man who stood by the fridge.

“WHAT THE FUCK-ARE YOU DOING HERE KAKAROT!!?” Vegeta fumed wildly. 

I could feel the hostility in his roar and noted the ki blast he had prepared in an open hand. Feeling just as aggravated as Vegeta, I chimed in as well, scolding Goku over Vegeta’s shoulders. “There is a front door for a reason, Goku!” I screamed, making sure I sounded as threatening as possible.

The other man just stood there rubbing the back of his head, “I just figured I’d pop in. I didn't realize I was interrupting anything, I’ll just come back later then.” He stammered before he was gone in a blink of an eye. Vegeta turned to me, his eyes flaring wickedly as he crushed the energy in his hand. 

His face slowly lost its beet red blush as we locked eyes once more, “What is wrong with that idiot?” He questioned in disgust. 

I could only chuckle a little, “Believe it or not, Goku has never had good timing.” I earnestly try to defend my life long friend. 

Vegeta crossed his arms against his chest as we stared at each other for a moment. 

“I have to go back to my training. I will be back in the kitchen five hours from now, I expect a meal waiting. Make sure there are more of those beers available as well.” He hastily explained. 

“Yes sir!” I enthusiastically responded with a smile plastered on my face. I stared back at the saiyan, I respected his dedication to efficient training. I wasn’t going to stand in his way.

“Are you almost done with the cloaking device?” He questioned seriously.

“I’m still debating its design, I had a setback yesterday but I figured most of it out.” I clarified honestly.

His eyes narrowed to slits, “I expect to see the completed blueprint by dinner.” He bit out before he spun around. I wasn’t bothered by his demands, I admired the saiyans’ bareback as he strode out of the kitchen. I turned my attention to the clock, it was only two-thirty. I planned out the next five hours in a matter of three minutes. I was exhausted from a long day of standing and screaming, so I decided to order takeout again. 

I couldn’t wait for my parents to return, my mother can handle the kitchen much better than I. I scrolled through my phone selecting the Chinese restaurant not too far from the house. I made the advantageous choice of ordering three servings of every dish. I had to assure the server on the other end it was not a joke, they seemed relieved that I didn’t need it until 7 p.m.

After confirming once again with the manager of the restaurant that it was not a jape, the order was finally accepted. The next thing I did was call Chi-Chi; maybe she would tell me why her husband was dropping by all of a sudden.

 (Vegeta’s POV)

My training was problematic; it wasn’t the gravity straining my every move, nor the bots bouncing ki blast at me, and it certainly wasn’t the pitiful discharging lasers. It was the moment I shared with the woman, she was treading through a minefield. The way she pries things out of the very depths of my consciousness. I threw my arm up, deflecting the blast as I hopped over another one. 

I propelled myself mid-air, taunting the two bots shooting feeble lasers. While strategically dodging the stream of rays, Bulma's words echo in my mind, ‘ I want to give you the peace you deserve’. I have never understood how anything could be peaceful prior to these few years on earth, I lived in nothing but absolute chaos. One of the lasers sears past my shoulder, and I instinctively fire a ki blast at the sphere, making it implode onto itself. 

 Destruction: now that was my expertise. I have destroyed cities, forests, and entire planets, yet I couldn’t destroy this weakness. I threw my arm up, deflecting another ki-blast, cocking my head to the side as the other blast soared past my face. ‘I love you, Vegeta, corrupt past and all.’ It's like I could still feel her breath against my ear. I launch myself toward the ceiling of the gravity room, standing up straight, I analyze the gravity room while upside-down.

 I destroyed two droids today, a risky decision since I had no clue when the old man would return. I analyzed the ki-blast that was intensely bounding back and forth between the last two of the floating droids. This love, I don’t understand it, such weakness, I try to convince myself that it impedes my progress. I remind myself of the previous sparring session earlier today. I had effortlessly bested the other saiyan. I abandon my position on the ceiling, dropping in between the reflective bots. I allow my intuition to take over, I close my eyes.

 Muscle memory and instinct manipulate my body, even with my mind detached I can easily divert the blast away from me. I have always been fueled by anger, never have I had the urge to protect anyone besides myself. I try to persuade myself that the only reason I want to destroy the androids is so that I can single handedly pummel that imbecile Kakarot. I just have no intention of destroying the planet myself. I am only here for my own selfish motives. The flash of arctic-blue eyes disrupts the shadows of my thoughts, like a bucket of ice being poured down my very being, drenching me– I catch the ball of ki hurtling toward me hastily crushing in my fist.

Why is this happening to me?

 (Bulma’s POV)

The conversation with Chi-Chi had been short-lived; apparently, she had no clue that Goku even had intentions of coming out this way– as far as she knew, he was supposed to be training. She wanted to stay on the phone and talk longer, but I told her I was busy designing a new hovercraft.

If it was okay for her to hide her pregnancy from me, I had no problem canceling mine from her. We are good friends, but I already knew what kind of conversation would take place once she figured out who the father was. I could only chuckle to myself as I made my way up the stairs into the room. 

I made the quick decision to shower before I began drawing up any sort of print. Strolling over to the bathroom, I turn the water on, allowing it time to heat up to my desired temperature. I strip out of my clothes, depositing them in the hamper. I fixate on my reflection in the mirror, turning side to side. I stayed admiring my own body. Even though I was pregnant, I looked damn good. My hips were filled out pleasantly, complementing the plumpness of my behind– it all looks so natural on me. I trailed my eyes up, and I was captivated by my belly.

I was having a boy!

I couldn’t help but imagine what he was going to look like. I didn’t want an exact replica of Vegeta but I prayed to Kami that he had his fathers’ eyes. I giggled at the thought of my baby glaring at me the way Vegeta did on a daily basis. As I noticed the steam building on the mirror I turned to get in the shower. I relaxed under the cascade of water, thoroughly enjoying the heat from each drop. I allowed my mind to wander, I traced every scar over and over trying to imagine how Vegeta got them. My mind formulates brutal battles, and incoherent screams followed by laughter laced with malice… I was preparing myself for future tales I expected to hear from the prince. 

If I had never gone to Namek I probably would have been petrified by the thought of such violence, but I knew how cruel the world was. I knew the prince had a dark past and I was reaching for a way to shed light on such horrendous acts. No doubt most of Vegeta’s actions were controlled by another man’s order; the manner at which each order was executed all relied on Vegeta. I thought back to our earlier conversation, he had only killed Friezas’ men since being brought back to life. 

In my eyes he was reborn in essence, I’m not saying he has completely changed but his slate has been mercifully wiped clean. He has yet to slaughter any innocent individuals, he hasn't even destroyed any planets. I grab my shampoo bottle, pouring a dollop into my hand before setting the bottle back in place. I gradually massage my scalp while I continue to think about Vegeta. 

I wasn’t sure how to ask about all his past experiences, I know how calculated I had to be yet I struggled with myself over being blunt about the situation. I figured most of the subjects would be sensitive, I had to be disciplined. I didn’t want to pry open any wounds, reminding myself that not everything can be bandaged with promises of better training equipment and the occasional round of passionate encounters. I rinse the suds from my hair with a careful head tilt. The tepid drops were like a welcome rain, massaging my head as they washed away the fragranced lather. 

I proceeded to run my hands through my hair ensuring no suds were left before I reached for my body wash. I popped the cap and slightly inhaled the scent, and my senses invited the fragrant notes of fresh-sliced peaches and a hint of mango. It was one of my favorites, one of the fragrances where you can almost taste the scent.

I squeeze a generous amount of the product onto the royal purple shower loofah, letting it soak in some water as I place the bottle down. While I take my time scrubbing every inch of my body I roll several experimental questions through my head. Should I start carefully with the scar along his right calf or should I boldly ask about the scar stretching horizontally across his shoulders? I theorized that either story would involve him either fighting one of Friezas’ men or destruction on a whole other level. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine; the calloused hands that had grazed against my skin were death-dealing weapons, yet I craved more of his touch. I sensed a note of sweetness beneath his seemingly sinister scars and toughened fists 

 I gingerly rinsed my loofah of all the sweet-smelling suds, ringing it through my fingers. Once I was satisfied with the clear water being wrung out, I hung the poofy ball back on its assigned hook. I once again let the water cascade over me, clearing my mind, and I decided it was time to step out of the shower. I turn the water off and lazily wring my hair out. I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding in before opening the door and reaching for my microfiber towel hanging alongside me. 

I flip my hair over nonchalantly, wrapping it up in the crimson-red towel. I extend my arm out once more, grabbing the other towel. I deliberately dry myself off with a rough hand, enjoying the way the coarse towel felt against my skin. Once completely dried, I hung the towel back over the door, ensuring it was laid out in a way in which it would dry by itself. I continued to lazily deal with my hair, my mind turning over which design I should go with for the cloaking device. 

It wasn’t long until I had my hair tied atop my head. The cool air didn’t bother me as I strode over to the dresser, opening several drawers and trying to decide on a casual outfit. I didn’t want to go gung-ho like I had last night in just a lingerie teddy and robe; instead, I chose a loose cropped t-shirt that was solid blue and a simple pair of short-cut leggings that were black. I gave myself a confident smile from my vanity mirror and continued downstairs. I wanted something to drink before I gathered my materials to draw out my finalized print.

 As soon as I entered the kitchen I eyed the clock, three-fifty, I still had an even three hours before I could expect Vegeta to come out of the gravity room. I opened the fridge and grabbed myself one of the several water bottles in the door, closing it just as quickly as I had opened it. I twisted the top of the bottle, gulping down a generous amount before my thirst was satisfied. With my water in tow I headed down to the lab to grab my stuff. I decided I was going to set myself up comfortably in the living room. I’m sure there was something I could put on as background noise so I could work efficiently.

(Vegeta’s POV)

I had carelessly destroyed all the training bots, so here I sat. Cross-legged surrounded by multiple mangled bots. I failed to realize their necessity until the last droid had fallen. I had become too accustomed to double the number I had been left with. I knew I could gather the scraps and demand the woman to fix them, but she already warned me that in her condition it wouldn’t be an easy task. Besides I had already assigned her a different task and I knew it would take longer to get either project sorted. I just have to wait for the old man to return before I receive any new training materials. Arms crossed against my chest I growl at myself for my moronic actions. 

The only options I have left pertaining to training would be mindless warm-up exercises or traveling out into the wilderness and creating more chaos. Neither was appealing to me at the moment. I continued to sit until I noticed the sun no longer lingered near the single window of the gravity room. I sensed where the woman was, noting that she wasn’t in the kitchen or the room. I could push myself to train or just leave the gravity room, I decided on the latter. I disengaged the gravity simulation. I would shower first, recalling I had told the woman it would be a five-hour training session. 

In reality it has probably been closer to four.

I elucidated to myself that the only reason I had stopped is because I had destroyed the only bots available. I strode out of the gravity chamber soaring right toward the balcony; I didn’t even glance around the room, I headed straight for the bathroom. I hastily threw my shoes off, peeling the sweaty socks off my feet, disregarding them on the floor by the basket of the woman's clothes. I remove my shorts and throw them along with the other articles of clothing before stepping into the shower. I turn on the water, enjoying the cold stream and relaxing when it eventually heats up.  

My shoulders and back appreciated the searing relief the water was bestowing. I enjoyed the water for a generous amount of time, my mind relaxing, enough for me to remind myself of the last time I was in this particular shower. The way the woman's cheeks were flushed red, and her annoyed tone at me interrupting her shower. I tossed the thought aside and turned my attention to the collection of bottles lining the two selves of the shower wall. Multiple of them had images of fruit on the labels, there wasn’t a bar of white soap like I was used to. I decided on the red bottle with a black label, I brought it close so I could decipher the weird font, Swagger. I didn’t know what that meant, I popped the top giving it a tentative sniff, it didn’t smell bad, definitely better than smelling like a flower.

I grabbed a hanging rag and poured the substance. Slightly taken aback by the blue color, I ignored it. I made quick work of scrubbing my body, I decided to use a small amount of the Swagger and washed my hair with it. I hadn’t showered since the other night, I may be a warrior but when you have the proper materials, you don’t need to smell like one. 

I basked in the heat for a moment longer before turning the water off. I quickly dried off by powering up, ignoring the drying cloths hanging outside of the shower door. I walked over to the dresser, pulling open one of the two drawers that were dedicated to my clothes. I pulled out one of the older pairs of shorts that the woman had given to me, shutting the drawer instantly. I quickly pulled them on and pulled open the other drawer, reaching for a plain white shirt. I normally don't like wearing anything other than my armor or training attire, but I knew the only thing left to do today was eat. 

Once fully dressed I looked over at the clock beside the bed: six twenty-five. Close enough to ten hours of training. I strode out of the room and down the steps, I was about to walk to the kitchen when I noticed the woman curled up on the couch.

Was she asleep? 

Annoyance slowly crept into my chest, she was supposed to draw up a blueprint and prepare me food. I wanted to stomp over to the couch but my steps were soft as I made my way between her and the thing they called a tv. My annoyance disappeared as I drank the sweetness of her sleeping face; she looked too peaceful, but I was still hungry. I dropped my crossed arms and walked closer to her, I reached out and slightly shook her awake with my right hand. 

As her eyes slowly opened and met my gaze, a smile stirred on her face, “Hey, Vegeta, is it seven already?” Her voice was heavy with sleep. I removed my hand from her shoulder. standing up I crossed my arms once again.  

 “No. I finished training early, I had some–... complications.” I deadpanned as I watched her every move as she sat up and stretched her body, “When is food going to be ready.” I prompted curtly before she could ask about the complications I mentioned beforehand. 

She threw a light chuckle out, “I ordered takeout, it should be arriving soon, what time is it anyway?” She questioned while stretching her neck.

“I am not a clock, woman, how would I know?” I mockingly criticized her inquiry.

She just sighed in annoyance at my response instead of replying with a snarky comment. She threw a smile at me before reaching her hand out holding it there, “Would you help me get up? It’s hard to get up from this position.” I reached out, taking hold of her hand, giving her the leverage so that she could pull herself up. 

“Did you finish that print?” I grunted to her once she was steady on her feet.

 (Bumla’s POV)

I half expected him to leave me stuck on the couch, but he was gracious enough to offer me his assistance. “Did you finish that print?” He gruffly questioned and I steadied myself. 

I gave him a cocky smirk, “Yes your majesty, they’re right there.” I chirped as I pointed down to the papers splayed out on the table.

I gave him a light pat on the shoulder and made my way toward the closest bathroom, which just so happened to be near the kitchen.

I peaked at the clock on my way, noting it was only six-thirty; the food should be here in half an hour. I continued the rest of the way to the bathroom, letting out a sigh of relief as I emptied my bladder. 

When I walked back to the living room I didn’t see Vegeta so I made my way to the kitchen. Sure enough I noticed Vegeta leaning against the counter. I smiled at the stoic man, “Dinner will be here soon, so just sit tight, would you like a beer?” I asked in earnest. 

He grunted as confirmation and I turned, taking a few steps to the fridge and opening the door. I made a mental note that there were only nine beers left, I would have to ask Dad to get more; they were his anyway. Promptly shutting the door, I strolled back over to Vegeta and held the beer out to him.

Our fingers grazed each other as he grabbed the bottle… I enjoyed the light touches. “I’m going to go back over to the couch, care to join?” I offered lightly.

I watched him turn the bottle up and down it just like he had earlier. “Grab me two more of these and I’ll join you. I would appreciate it if we get to go over those prints you made.” He countered formally. 

I smiled at him and followed his request. I turned back to the fridge, pulling out two more bottles. I started to make my way out of the kitchen when I noticed Vegeta wasn’t following me. I turned over and lightly waved the bottles in the air, “If you want 'em, come and get 'em!” I spun away and moved as quickly as I could over to the couch.

 Vegeta was in the room before I settled myself down on the comfy sofa, I hated to admit it but the bigger I get the harder it is to move in a hurry. The saiyan prince took his seat next to me, and I handed him the beers. He took both, placing one in between his legs while he kept the other. With a literal flick of his fingers he flicked the top off the glass bottle. I ignored it in favor of turning my attention to the papers scattered in front of me. 

I reached for the one I had made for him. I held the thick paper confidently as I scooted over to be closer to Vegeta. I tossed him a glance out of the corner of my eye noting he was opening the other beer, “Hey be easy with that!” I nagged as I shoved him with my elbow. 

He rolled his eyes at me before he looked down at the print. He analyzed it for an even minute before he took a sip of his final beer.

“The calculations look right, will it just be installed in the gravity chamber?” He asked as he leaned over to place his other empty bottle on the table. 

I flashed him a cocky smile. “Yes sir, but that’s not all!” I exclaimed as I leaned over to exchange the prints.

I held the print towards the Prince as he swirled the liquid in the bottle. He raised a brow as he looked it over, “Ahh, a portable energy cloaking device.” He quipped as he gulped down the contents of his final drink. 

“That’s right! I can get these bad boys started in the morning.” I explained enthusiastically.

He grunted in approval and I set the print back down. I relaxed against the soft cushion as I turned my attention to the television. It was a show about people surviving in the wild but with no clothes. It was supposed to be a serious show, but I found it more amusing than anything. I wondered if he found it amusing too.

(Vegeta’s POV)

I enjoyed the beverage they called beer; it tasted good, and it also made it easier to relax. I was impressed by the woman’s designs, I would definitely make good use of her genius. She is always straightforward with her work so I was confident in her intelligence. Bulma had curled herself up against my right arm and my left arm settled behind my head. I was actually paying attention to the show the woman had on. It was earthlings fumbling around the wild. The man on screen had been out in the wilderness for a meager eight days, he was looking for food. 

“Uh oh, that guy is going to get sick, that was not an edible mushroom,” The bluenette stated matter of factly.

I watched in amusement as the woman was proved to be right, the man started having stomach pains and a medic had to arrive on the scene. 

Bulma chuckled as the man was being helped off, “Even I could survive longer than eight days in the wild.” She declared arrogantly.

I couldn’t help the laughter erupting out of my chest at the woman’s statement. She unwound herself from my arm and looked at me slightly irritated, “What, you don’t think I wouldn’t last out there?” She lashed back.

I choked out another laugh before I composed myself, “You wouldn’t last a day out there, woman, you would see a lizard and immediately tap out.” I cockily disputed. 

 She rolled her eyes at my statement, “I survived on Namek by myself, thank you very much.” She let out a huff and crossed her arms.

“You were there for six days, woman, not eight.” I declared cheekily.

She narrowed her eyes on me but I could still see the fire blazing beneath her lidded glare, “I spent over a month in space I’ll have you know! The time I spent on that planet was the longest six days of my life!” She impassionedly argued.

I chuckled at the woman's retort. Before I could reply to her statement an awful ringing traveled through the house. I covered my ears until it stopped, “What the hell was that!” I growled in frustration.

 “That would be the food! Come and help me, I ordered a lot.” I stood up as soon as she said food. I grabbed her hand to help her off the couch once again. I waited for her to make her way toward the door before I followed her. When she opened the door, we were met with four people all holding several bags. Bulma took as much as she could while I grabbed the rest of the bags out of the peoples' hands, then I kicked the door shut. The food smelled irresistible– I was ready to eat it before I got to the kitchen.

Bulma had set her five bags down on the table and I set down the other twenty I was carrying alongside them. I watched Bulma rip open the plastic bags revealing brown bags underneath; then she started to pull out multiple containers and white bags, laying them out along the table. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed myself two more beers; they would pair well with a meal this size. Bulma brushed past me on her way to the garbage, and I turned my attention toward the food. 

 (Bulma’s POV)

I was surprised that Vegeta kept himself from eating as I started setting the food out– he had more manners than I gave him credit for. I sat down across from the saiyan so that I could look at him while I ate. I saved myself one container of the lo-mein and a bag of the crab rangoons. 

“The rest is all yours, handsome,” I clarified as I opened my disposal chopsticks. Vegeta smirked and started going to town on the food. I snapped them apart and opened my own plastic container. I enjoyed my portion as I watched Vegeta devour his. 

What question should I ask him tonight? I considered my options lightly. I had already asked him about his home planet, I had admitted to him that I loved him, and he told me that he didn’t mind this planet. I had made more progress in less than 24 hours than I had most of the time he’s been here.

 Something happened to him in space, or the reality of parenthood was obviously settling into the man. I rationalized that it was probably something in space that would be tonight's topic. I cautiously ate my third Rangoon as I rolled the question around in my mind like dice. Once I noticed Vegeta taking a small break to open one of the beers he brought to the table, I took the opportunity to gather my confidence. “What did you do when you trained in space this last time?” I casually asked.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow before he chugged the beer he had in front of him. He set the empty bottle alongside his stack of empty containers. “Obviously it went well, woman. I achieved my goal, after all.” He stated simply. 

I nodded at him, allowing him to continue his meal; I knew I had to rephrase the question to receive the deeper answer I desired to hear. 

I deliberately savored my own meal, offering myself a real excuse to sit at the table with the prince. I admired the pace he set for his own meal. When he had exactly three-quarters of his meal devoured, he opened the other beer he had brought to the table for himself– my window was open. “How did you achieve super saiyan? I’m just curious.” I tossed forth as I tried to act casual, knowing that if I was too excited it would throw him off.

 He squinted his eyes at me, he brought the bottle to his lips for a quick sip before he set the bottle down. He leaned back, crossing his arms against his chest. I was ready for him to start berating me for asking him intrusive questions. 

“After months of being in space, I had pushed myself to near exhaustion with extensive gravity training. Then you called and I realized that I hadn’t been doing enough. That was when I decided to take refuge on a planet that had no life forms but sufficient atmosphere; I continued to train in the constant storms on the colossal rock of a plant. There was constant lightning zipping around me while crashing thunder constantly roared in my ear. On my third day there, a meteor shower was descending down and I knew I had to protect the ship. It was my only way off of that rock. I had it under control, well– until this monster of a meteor appeared out of the blue… My body obviously exerted from prior training, it took all I had– I had barely pushed it back. My body crashed into a pile of rubble, I snapped… I didn’t care about Kakarot, I didn’t care if I had achieved my goal, I didn’t care about myself… and suddenly I was transformed… Into what felt like becoming myself for the first time.” He passionately divulged his tale.

I sat in utter awe. I was speechless, the prince just unwound his arms and grabbed his beer, gulping it down, “Do you have anything else you want to ask, or can I finish my food.” He questioned jadedly.

I closed my mouth that was sitting open and shook my head, signaling to the saiyan that he was free to do as he pleased. I repeated his words over and over. I knew Vegeta thrived when he was pushed to his limits, but the fact that he was literally on the brink of death petrified me. Yet here he was, fully recovered from those injuries and stronger from them. Stronger than he has ever been, I caution myself. I looked down at the rest of my food then back up to the prince, he never ceases to amaze me. 

After I finished my meal in the comfortable silence, I stood up with my empty containers, walking around the table to stack them with Vegeta’s. I walked over to the cabinet to grab two fresh garbage bags, shaking one open. I walked over to the table throwing a multitude of empty containers and crumpled bags into the giant bag until it was full. I tied the neck and tossed it aside, repeating the process until all the trash was gone. The only things left on the table were the three long containers with different noodle dishes and two bags of teriyaki beef. I walked over to the fridge pulling myself out a water bottle and one water matched with another beer for the prince himself; noting to myself that there were three of them left now. 

My trek to the table was short lived and I leaned over Vegeta, carefully placing the bottle of beer by his right hand and the water by his left. “Here you go, handsome, I figured you could use something to drink.” I playfully offered while I took a tentative sniff of his neck.

He responded with his normal grunt and I noticed that he had used the body wash I had set out for him. I pulled away with a satisfied smirk, sauntering over to my chair on the other side of the table. Once seated, I twisted open my water and took a gracious swig, screwing the top back on and refocusing on the prince.

He had just one more container of food left, not a single morsel of food goes to waste with this guy. I switched my train of thought to small questions I could ask the prince, ones that weren’t too personal. 

Suddenly I reminded myself that he had said he had some complications with training today, and I fiddled with the idea of asking him about it but decided maybe I would leave well enough alone. I watched him set the last container to the side, then he grabbed the beer, flicking the top off once again. He quickly consumed it with his normal chug and set the glass down, then he released a satisfied sigh. He was done with his meal. I relaxed my elbows on the table, setting my chin in my hand. 

“So, do you like the body wash I picked out for you?” I questioned him easily.

He looked at me with a casual, hardened expression, “It’s satisfactory.” He drawled stoically. 

I smiled, that was Vegeta for ‘it’s alright’. I looked over at the clock. We spent a good hour and twenty minutes at the dinner table, and my eyes traveled back to the saiyan.

(Vegeta’s POV)

The dinner was appeasing. I got to eat a little bit of everything while also getting to blow the woman's mind by just retelling a simple tale. I was a quarter way through when the woman asked me about my transformation. At first, I wasn’t going to tell her, but decided it was a good story to tell. She seemed interested enough. She sat awe-struck in front of me. I had been expecting a lot more questions from her, she had been asking them all day. 

Instead, she asked the one major question, and here we sat in a calm silence as I completed the last couple of plates. I watched as the woman stood up and I absentmindedly trailed her figure until she was obviously out of sight line.

I heard some rustling around before the woman was by my side collecting all the empty containers. Once she was done with the task, I heard her open the fridge. I was going to ask her to bring me a beer when I suddenly felt her lean over, two separate beverages were set in front of me. 

“Here you go, handsome, I figured you could use something to drink.” She beamed from behind.

Was she a witch? 

I barely grunt at her, not wanting her to know she had predicted the very wish she granted me. As soon as I could see her out of the corner of my eye, I was trailing her figure. The sway of her hips was captivating but didn’t last long as she took her seat. I hurriedly finished my food, setting the empty containers to the side. I grabbed the glass bottled beverage the woman had handed me, chugging it down once again. 

I released a sigh of contentment, that was a satisfactory meal. I looked back over to the bluenette, noticing the way she was resting her chin in her hand. I met the woman’s gaze. Her cognitive wheels were definitely turning. I prepared myself for a question that was going to require some thought.

“Do you like the body wash I picked out for you?” She casually asked.

I didn’t have to think about an answer, “It’s satisfactory.” I mused. 

We continued to stare at each other in the silence of the kitchen, her eyes occasionally wandered to the shirt I was wearing then back up to my own gaze. “Do you want to go watch some more idiots struggle to survive in the wild?” She offered playfully.

I gave the woman a once-over, trying to detect an alternative motive yet again her eyes only relayed the truth. I nodded my head in agreement. 

“After you, woman.” I gruffed as I grabbed for the water bottle I left untouched.

She smiled at me and stood up, using the table as support to help her onto her feet. As soon as her back was turned to me I allowed myself to rise up and follow her. I drank in her every movement. I didn’t know if it was the food or the beer but one of them altered my judgment. It made looking at the woman a battle within its own right. 

She settled on the couch and I settled next to her.  She grabbed a black controller off the side table and I watched her scroll through a selection of different options before she chose one of the sets of people to start off with. Once situated she set the controller down. I allowed myself to relax, my arm drawing up to rest behind my head while my other splayed out along the top of the sofa. The woman let out a sigh before she laid herself down, her head resting on my lap.

I peered down at her blue hair— it looked so soft… my inner battle was quickly lost as I removed my arm from on top of the sofa, choosing to rest it on the woman instead. I allowed my fingers to fidget with her hair, enjoying the silk-like texture. She hummed in delight as I lightly massaged her scalp. Returning the favor since she had done something similar to me earlier in the day. 

The woman turned her head slightly in my lap so that her eyes were locked with mine. The smile on her face brought forth something inside of me, I fought to ignore it. “That feels nice, Vegeta,” she cooed adoringly.

I grunted in response; she was obviously talking about my fingers’ calculated movements. 

I couldn’t help but stare as she closed her eyes. Her lips gently parted as she let out a small moan when I applied light pressure to the nape of her neck. I ignored the twitch in my groin in turn focusing on the woman in my lap. 

(Bulma’s POV)

I reveled under Vegeta’s touch. I had laid my head in his lap just to be close to the man— I didn’t expect him to return any sort of affection, yet here we are. My arms were drawn close to my chest, and I looked up at Vegeta. His eyes locked with my own, “That feels nice, Vegeta.” I thanked him gently. He grunted like normal and I shut my eyes, allowing myself to relax underneath his touch. 

His fingers adjusted themselves to the nape of my neck, and when he applied slight pressure a moan escaped my lips. I snuggled myself closer to his crotch, noting the slight twitch I felt against my cheek. 

I reminded myself my parents weren’t home, and burrowed my face further into the crotch of his shorts. I tried to discreetly inhale the pure scent of Vegeta as it mingled with the new body wash I got him; it fused well with his natural scent just like I thought it would. 

Vegeta removed his hand from my hair, in turn placing it on my side, gently rubbing little circles into my skin that wasn’t hidden by clothes. I couldn’t help but sigh along to his gentle caresses. I lifted my head ever so slightly, carefully removing my hand from my chest. Inconspicuously resting it on his crotch, allowing my cheek to gently lay on top of it. I heard a slight hitch in his breath as his hand clenched against my side as I began lightly kneading my hand on his groin. 

Under my ministrations it didn’t take long for him to fully harden. I gave the organ a tentative squeeze through the material, savoring the sigh released from Vegeta’s lips. I could feel his eyes on me, and I turned my head. 

I looked at the handsome prince through lidded eyes. His charcoal gaze instantly met my own, fueling an already ignited fire inside of me. No words were exchanged as I dipped a confident finger into the band of his shorts, tugging slightly, asking for him to take them off. He nodded his head in affirmative.

I carefully shifted myself off the couch, opting to situate myself on my knees in front of the man. 

I tugged at his shorts with both of my hands, and he lifted his hips slightly off the couch so that I was able to slip them off, tossing them over my shoulder. I eagerly eyed my prize, the half-naked prince had both his hands behind his head, staring at me with a smirk plastered on his face. I smiled back at him, resting one hand on his thigh while my other hand wrapped around his engorged cock. 

I stared longingly at the saiyan meanwhile I teasingly gave the base of his shaft a firm squeeze before barely moving my wrist in subtle motions, jerking him lightly. He allowed his head to lull back and I let my own eyes drop to his cock. I nibbled on my bottom lip as my mind raced with several scenarios, each one with infinite endings. 

(Vegeta’s POV) 

This witch of a temptress must have telepathy, I thought, watching her drop to her knees and tease me with her ministrations. She had no clue what she was up against, but I will allow her a candied illusion of control, for now. She languidly brought my cock to her lips, delicately licking the tip the way I’d seen her taste a new flavor of so-called “popsicle” before, and I ignored the delighted hiss I released. 

I saw the corners of her lips pull to a smile that strained around my cock, and she casually met my eye before she engulfed me completely, setting up a grueling pace; a choked moan tore itself from my gritted teeth.

I dropped my left arm, grabbing a handful of silky-blue tresses. The reverberative sensation of her moaning around my cock was addictive like the cigarettes she had adored for so long. I began to ponder what the difference to her between my cock and a cigarette could be. I couldn’t help but thrust my hips at the notion that this act of service wasn’t entirely for my pleasure, but rather a mutual exchange of addictions. Her warm tongue elicited another irresistible moan, and suddenly I had to assert control– forcefully grabbing her hair, I pulled her back. Her eyes met my own as the head of my cock throbbed mere centimeters from her face.

“Can I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours?” I politely asked, knowing full and well I could force her to do it despite her consent. 

Her electrifying eyes glossed over as a gruntled moan escaped her lips, “Yes, please!” She crooned desperately.

I chuckled at the woman's obedient eagerness and I swiftly stood to my feet. 

I grabbed the base of my cock with my free hand, my other guiding the woman’s enticing lips toward my groin. With a steady hand, I shoved her face down, appreciating her choked moan as I pummeled the back of her throat.

I established a harsh pace, keeping in mind I had to still be easy on my chosen human. The woman seemed to not mind, as all that I could feel were delicious moans enveloping my shaft. I could smell her arousal even though she was fully clothed; I savored every minute, pulling her off once I felt I was too close. I wasn’t done yet.

My eyes bore into hers, “Remove your clothes and bend over this couch, woman.” I hastily commanded as I released her hair from my grip. I took a step to the side and crossed my arms over my chest.

I watched with amusement as she fumbled around for a moment, subsequently tossing her clothes aside before positioning herself exactly how I’d commanded. I strode over, giving her ass a solid slap, chuckling at the little squeal the woman let out. I admired her naked body for a moment.

“You are such a good girl.” I praised her efforts, and put emphasis on my statement with a growl. I caressed the goosebumps that rose along her skin. I trailed my hands along her body until I decided to settle them both on her ass. I kneaded the rounded flesh as I leaned over her, nipping gently at her ear, “You deserve a reward.” I hauntingly suggest, my hips grinding down against her ass.

“Please, my king!” She whined accordingly.

I chuckled at her plea; recognizing the emotion behind her words, I gave in: “I am generous tonight.” I huskily whispered to her.

(Bulma’s POV) 

My mind was racing as the prince pulled me away from his cock, I couldn’t help my groaning in protest. The butterflies in my stomach tore themselves apart as I locked eyes with his smoldering stare. I tried to calm my ragged breath as he spoke.

“Remove your clothes and bend over this couch, woman.” His sultry tone rattled something primal within me. I stirred around, pulling myself off the floor with the help of the couch. I obediently remove my shirt, hastily tossing it randomly to the side. I quickly peeled the leggings off my legs, throwing them to the other side of the room. I situated myself down on the floor, trying to take my comfort into account considering my pregnant state. I  carelessly nibbled on my lip, eagerly awaiting the saiyans’ next move.

It wasn’t long until his hand roughly slapped my right ass cheek; I squealed but enjoyed the searing pain he brought forth.

“You are such a good girl.” He adoringly praised me with his rough growl that caused goosebumps to rise on my skin in a warm chill.

His hands gently trailed along my naked bodice, caressing me gently despite their calloused state. He eventually took a hold of my ass, I let out a heavy sigh as the saiyan leaned against me. He nipped at my ear lobe, sending another shiver down my spine. “You deserve a reward.” He mused as he ground himself against me. 

Kami, this man on top of me was everything– every planet, every universe… All of time and history have accumulated to this moment.

“Please, my king !” I pleaded longingly. 

His deep chuckle resonated through my very being, “I am generous tonight.” He breathed hotly against my ear. What a sinister way to say something so sweet I thought adoringly before a moan tore its way out my throat. 

It was second nature to bask in the euphoric rush of emotion surging through me as Vegeta thrust into me. My knuckles strained as they gripped the material of the couch, my body fighting to maintain its balance. Vegeta held me close, one arm lightly wrapped around my abdomen as his other steadied my hips; his thrusts were harsh, but magical in sensation, like the fairytale dream every girl wishes she could experience just once– if only just once.

I knew deep down I would never be satisfied, this was only a sample of heaven and I savored the taste as it lay sweet across my tongue. My king’s name was the only audible word from my string of passionate moans. My mind was a frenzy mess as each forceful, yet careful, thrust, chimed a bell in my core.

I barely noticed him unwrapping his arm from my hip. It wasn’t until he completely pulled himself away from me that I groaned in protest. I felt his hands on my hips, and suddenly my back was against the couch. Vegeta on top of me, our eyes locked as his hand caressed my right leg. He settled his hand on my upper thigh and with a light squeeze he carefully guided it up to rest on his shoulder. 

He cracked his neck to the side and I shouted out his name as thrust into me once again. My mantra of moans strained my throat as he set up a teasingly brutal pace. The pleasure from the moment overpowered me, flooding my senses; this was heaven on earth.

 A strategic hand slithered its way in between our connected bodies; Vegeta truly understood how to drive me to the edge. His finger began a calculated assault on my clit. I tossed my head back against the cushion material of the couch as I allowed my body to bask in the euphoric high gifted by the brutish warrior. With another choked moan, I tensed around the prince, “Fuck, I love you!” The words tumble from my lips for the second time today. 

Vegeta pulled my trembling body closer, slowing his thrust, his breath heavy on my ear as I nuzzled closer to him. In my post orgasm high I bit at the side of the saiyans’ throat, relishing the groan emitting from the mans’ chest. He continued the leisurely pace and I clung desperately to his body. My nails dug deeper into his back every time he would hit a certain spot, my body overstimulated for the second day in a row.

“You intoxicate me, Bulma.” He murmured, his voice gravelly, my body igniting at his admission.

His arms tightened around me. “My Queen.” He moaned into my neck before he bit down hard on my clavicle. 

I released my own choked moan of approval as Vegeta shoved himself to the hilt, finally allowing himself release within the tight confines of my body. 

We stayed connected for an unknown period of time. I was in utter bliss. It didn’t take long to calm my racing breath and I let out a sigh as I felt Vegeta shift atop of me. He gently pulled his softening cock from inside of me, he easily maneuvered my body as he settled us both down on the couch. I let out a sigh of contempt as I curled closer to the saiyans muscled chest. I allowed my eyes to close and I counted the man’s heartbeat as I slowly drifted to sleep.

(Vegeta’s POV)

The woman was peacefully asleep against my chest, and I enjoyed her occasional bout of snores. The television hadn’t stopped playing and she had been asleep at least an hour. I stayed amused by the people fumbling around on the screen, it kept me from dwelling on the questions I had refused to answer for myself. I heard the distinct click of the front door open and I instantly recognized the two energies as the woman’s parents.

I let out a sigh as I maneuvered Bulma around in my arms. I steadied myself on my feet, and just before her parents could walk into the room I was hastily rushing up the stairs, carrying her like a sleeping baby. Luckily, the bedroom door was open. I lightly kicked it closed behind me, careful not to disrupt the woman’s sleep. 

I navigated the dark room, setting the woman down in the bed before I laid down next to her. Pulling her body close to mine, she instinctively wrapped her limbs around me. I closed my eyes, counting Bulma’s even breaths. I gouged on the steady rise and fall of her chest. The easy motion matched with the flutter of her heartbeat clears my busy mind and allows my own mind to drift towards unconsciousness.