Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Chapter 11

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

Chapter Eleven 

 

 

(Bulma’s POV)

 

The days quickly dissolved into one another, and my parents' return made things easier. The first week was natural. Vegeta was able to weigh down my father with the task of fixing bots for his gravity room. It was nice to have my fathers company in the lab as we both skillfully worked to complete our separate tasks. I had provided my father with the updated blueprints for efficient droids but he still had to occasionally come over to my station to ask some questions, that was most of my involvement with the training droids. 

 

Naturally, having my mother back was a blessing– I could keep most of my attention on my own prototype for the energy cloaking device without having to stop to make food. With her around, a meal was ready at any time of day; not that I minded making Vegeta food, it was just a lot. In fact, with her cooking such an array of food, just this last week I felt like I gained over 20 pounds. My mother found her way to wherever I had set myself up to work. She was constantly offering me snacks and I never turned her down.

 

If I was in the lab I would take a break and snack before continuing my small building projects. If I was in the nursery she would cheerily bust in to offer her assistance while she forced something sweet in front of me. I hated to admit it but it was impossible to get up off of furniture. I prayed to Kami that I wouldn’t get any bigger. My mother eagerly took the opportunity to pamper my every need. She was ecstatic with Vegeta being home, and all she could do was gush about how excited she was to be a grandmother. 

 

The dinners in the Brief household were full of easy conversations with my parents. When Vegeta and I retired to our room, we opted into a routine. I would ask one question, and he would either answer, or we would fall asleep to a careful silence. So far, I have learned that he was only five years old when he was taken by Frieza. He then went on to explain that his planet was destroyed within weeks of his forced service. He had explained the gruesome story as if it was normal. I had cried myself to sleep that night curled into his chest– I couldn’t imagine the tortures he had been through, much less understand his emotional turmoil.

 

On another night, I forced my bravery to ask about the long scar across his back along his shoulders. I learned that was also because of Frieza. He explained that it was a reminder of one of the numerous times Freiza had beaten him until he barely had a breath left. Yet he had cockily ended that conversation on a lighter note, stating that without all those beatings he would have never gained his immense strength; it was fuel to the fire that was just Vegeta.

 

If someone were to tell me months ago that Vetega would be divulging about his past while we laid in the same bed together. I would have called them crazy. If they were to continue to explain that we would casually fall asleep in bed afterwards. I would have referred them to the best therapist to receive a psychiatric evaluation. Yet, here in the present, I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

 

When I wasn’t focused on the cloaking device I had skillfully spent my time completing the nursery. My mother had made several shopping trips which resulted in stuffing the formerly empty drawers with an abundance of adorable outfits. The closet was packed full of diapers and wipes, and now the only thing missing from the room was the baby. I sighed in contentment while rubbing my swollen belly, feeling how round and full of life it had grown.

 

Despite my excitement, I couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious. In the first trimester or so, I was too emotionally stunned to dwell on the physical aspects of the pregnancy. In less than seven weeks, I will be responsible for another human being that isn’t myself. I have everything I could ever need… yet my mind idles on impervious thoughts: how much agony would I endure, how strong will this child be– do I have to worry about him breaking my arm? 

 

Will I survive his birth and turn out fine like Chi-Chi, or will I succumb to the frightening unknown? I tried to calm myself with deep, even breaths. I have never been wary of danger; I have gone on countless adventures… Yet this was more than an adventure, and there is no turning back even if I wanted to. 

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

Twelve months, twelve frivolous months until those tin cans dare to show their pathetic faces. Everything was falling into place. With a quick flick of my wrist, the bounding ki blast was deflected, a continuous scheduled exercise that I had set for myself. The simple deflection merely scraped the surface of the raw power I had procured in these months. The best part was I still had plenty of time to really secure my full potential. Then I will destroy those androids and finally challenge Kakarot to even the score. 

 

After another leisurely four hours of completed training, my fingers descend upon the control panel to disengage the gravity and bots. Food was the next task in line. With the return of the older scientist and his ditzy blonde wife, I have found myself following the same routine. I train uninterrupted for hours on end, leave the gravity room to eat, come back to train, and eventually finish the evening by eating another meal with the company of the woman and her parents. Albeit the woman's physical condition, she was doing her due diligence with the cloaking device, it hadn’t escaped my knowledge that she was spending a peculiar amount of time in my previous bedroom.

 

Every evening ended the same with a night spent in bed with the blue-haired woman who had wormed her way into my schedule. She had begun a routine of her own by pestering me with annoying questions. I remind myself that I should be aggravated at myself for the situation I had put myself in, yet every night I’m greeted with blissful sleep. Plus I awake every morning refreshed, my muscles ready for another gruesome day of training. 

 

As I walk through the back yard I try to recall any moment in my life with such a decent sleeping schedule, I don’t dwell on my thoughts any longer as my superior sense of smell picks up the aroma of a surely satisfying meal. 

 

Strolling into the kitchen with my arms carefully crossed at my chest I surveyed the room. The table was lined with a multitude of dishes, red meat, white meat, plenty of greens, and an enormous amount of decadent yellow rice. I turned my head and took note of the blonde woman working over the stove, and I could barely hear her humming some wretched tune, probably making more food. I ignored the growl of my stomach as I settled myself down at the table.   

 

As I started piling my second plate with more red meat and a heap of yellow rice, I heard the distinctive, small footsteps of the blonde woman; her humming becoming more annoying the closer she strolled. My attention never strayed from my food, and I enjoyed the savory red meat, to which the rice was merely an accommodation. I was quick to finish my second plate and proceed to pile more food on for my third serving when I felt a gentle hand lay on my shoulder, and I instinctively tensed. 

 

Slowly, I turned my head to be met with the 

blonde woman. Her eyes closed and a dimwitted smile plastered on her face.

 

“What do you want?” I questioned the woman with an agitated tone. 

 

She giggled before she spoke, annoying me before any word even passed her lips, “I just want to ask you one simple question.” 

 

I raised an inquisitive brow to the woman, waiting for the question that seemed to be of utmost importance. She opened her eyes, and for the first time, I was met with a searing blue stare that resembled her daughter’s. 

 

“With you being the father to my very first grand-baby. It is only right that I ask this. Are you planning to marry my daughter?” She questioned calmly, her usually bubbly tone was abolished; these were serious words.

 

I felt frozen to my seat, her statement washing over me like a bucket of cold water. What does it mean to ‘marry’ another?! I furrowed my brow, “I don’t know what you mean.” I remarked gruffly. It was the honest truth; I don’t like looking like a fool, but the word was nowhere in my vocabulary. 

 

Her serious gaze turned to amusement as she closed her eyes and giggled once more.

 

She removed her hand from my shoulder, choosing to cover her mouth as if it was going to mute her giggles. I growled at her. I did not like to be mocked. 

 

“You’re so silly, Vegeta! You really don’t know what marriage is?” She responded as continued to giggle, only increasing my agitation. I was already fuming confused about how I found myself in this scenario. 

 

She clapped her hands together “Marriage is when two individuals love each other so much that they are prepared to make the ultimate commitment. They promise to each other that they are always going to be together. Usually it is commemorated with a big ceremony where the couple exchange vows of love, ending in the line of ‘till death do us part’ and then the couple exchange rings, it’s so romantic!” She explained widely, swooning at the last part.

 

I straightened my back and pushed myself away from the table. My appetite was gone. I ignored the blonde woman as I stormed out of the kitchen, heading straight toward the gravity room. 

 

These stupid earth traditions, an admittance of love, as if it wasn’t the weakest thing I had ever heard of. I growled in aggravation as I slammed the door to the gravity room. That ignorant blonde woman had no clue who she was talking to! Warriors of my elite class do not love. 

 

Unwarranted images derived from my imagination flashed dazzling blue eyes brimming with agony; shrill, terrifying screams that made my blood boil; and the redundant laughter of a dead purple lizard. I growled in aggravation as I slammed my fist on the control panel, not enough force to break it but enough to extinguish a dismal amount of my aggravation.

 

Ignoring my twitching eye, I programmed the gravity, making sure it was at its highest output before I pounded my hand on the engage button. 

 

I stepped back and allowed the intense gravity to bring me to my knees as my body subdued beneath the intense gravity, forcing me down flat on the cold metallic floor. I maneuvered myself into position, engaging my body with the normalcy of push-ups. The emotions swelling around my mind were hard to ignore, and I gritted my teeth together as I attempted to shove them into the dark corners of my mind.

 

I tried to ignore the emotions that I had only just become slightly accustomed to. I tried to focus on the aches in my arms, the force on my back, the sweat trailing down my face and dripping to the floor... Pain was an easier thing to handle.

 

(Bulma’s POV)

 

I could tell something was up when I walked into the kitchen for dinner and Vegeta was absent from the table. I shrugged it off as I took my seat. I then piled an enormous amount of food onto my plate and started eating. I was hoping Vegeta would show up soon, telling myself that he was probably caught up with a particularly rigorous regime. The occasional scrape of a silver utensil on the glass plates were the only sounds filtering through the silence of the room… I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my own home.

 

I looked up to my dad’s place at the table, “Hey dad, how is everything going in the company lab?” I eagerly question.

 

My father looked up briefly from the plate to catch my eye before he rubbed his mustache. “Same old stuff darling, we just wrapped up the capsule projects so now I have configured a new engine for the spaceship, it works on less fuel but sustains the same speed of pace as before.” He drawled out while he pushed his vegetables around his plate. 

 

I smiled at my father’s genius, my memory recalling the blueprints to the spaceship in question. “Well, if you already changed the configuration of the engine then maybe you will be able to reconfigure the warp drive. If you rework the power reserves through both of the cooling convergent systems, then maybe you might be able to increase the speed output. You are using less fuel so it is better for longer reserves, but if you increase the speed, it ensures better travel.” I wistfully speculated, tossing a wink at my father. I took a triumphant bite of my dinner, as my father thought over my words.

 

I enjoy the small chuckle that escaped his lips. I looked up to watch him wipe his mouth with a napkin before his eyes met my own once again. 

 

“Sometimes I forget that my little girl is a bigger genius than I!” He professed lovingly.

 

I smiled at the praise from my father, “I got these brains from you, pops!” I rebutted earnestly. 

 

As I continued to eat my food, the silence no longer seemed uncomfortable to me. My father cleared his throat and I caught his gaze again. “If I brought you the blueprints and my schematic journal, do you think you can apply those improvements?” He queried. 

 

I nodded my head as an affirmative with a wide smile plastered on my face. “Of course dad, you know I enjoy helping you!” I reassured, I flashed my father a devilish smirk, I had almost forgotten something. 

 

“If I do that for you, can you do something for me papa?” I challenged him confidently. 

 

My father looked past the rim of his glances and set his utensils to the side, “What is it you need darling?” He quired with a raised brow, he knew there could be a multitude of things I could ask of him.

 

I flashed him a smile before I began, “It pertains to the black box they recovered from the wreckage, Vegeta had grown quite accustomed to those programs I had installed,” 

 

“Where do I come in, darling?” He interrupted, with his arms crossed to his chest. 

 

“Well I have both the algorithms and the gravity chips updated, the problem is I can’t fit underneath the panel to install them.” I explained playfully. 

 

My father tossed me his own smile, “Do we have extra coils fabricated?” He inquired gently. 

 

I nodded my head, “Yes I have everything ready, I just need your time and fragile old body.” I playfully jested back at the man. 

 

A laugh erupted from his chest, in turn spooking the little black cat perched on his shoulder. “Alright dear, I will try and get started on that later this week. I still have half a work bench full of bots to work with. Vegeta must be having a bad afternoon. He brought me two bots not even an hour before dinner.” My father addressed the subject as his laughing fit calmed down. 

      

I heard my mother giggle and looked over to see her covering her mouth with a hand failing to stifle said giggle. I raised an eyebrow; I was used to her weird antics, but her behavior had been a little too calm this evening.

 

 “What did you do today, mom?” I politely asked.

 

She never opened her eyes to meet my gaze. It was the normal thing for her, “Well, let’s see, I watered my garden, I went out and bought a bunch of clothes for the baby, oh– and I even had a nice conversation with Vegeta at lunch today!” She gushed wildly. 

 

I almost choked on my bite of food from the last part of her statement – Vegeta and conversation were few and far between. I let my curiosity get the best of me, “What did you talk about?” I urgently pushed.

 

Even my father stopped eating to peer up at his beautiful wife. She giggled before she answered my question.

 

“Well, you see, I had a simple question to ask, but it ended up being more of a lesson for him.” She vaguely divulged before she picked up her spoon to take a small bite of her food. 

 

My father and I glanced at each other before returning our confused stares back towards my mother. I had in inkling that this conversation was the explanation for Vegeta’s absence at the table. 

 

Before I could muster up the gall to ask another question my dad interrupted the silence, “What did you ask the young man, honey?” He coaxed lightly. I could tell he was just as curious as I was; Vegeta was an unpredictable person, and both parties had dealt with the Prince on many occasions. 

 

We both knew questions were not the man’s forte. My mother swallowed the food in her mouth, and she opened her eyes, meeting my father’s gaze first and then my own. I felt a shiver run down my spine… this was going to be serious, my mother rarely held that glimmer in her eyes– it was dangerous.

 

“I simply asked him if he was going to marry you!” She exclaimed. 

 

My mouth went dry and my face flushed with embarrassment, “MOM, WHY?” I cried in horror. 

 

She always seemed to meddle in matters that aren’t her own, things that are way beyond any of her damn business. If I’m this pissed, I could only imagine how pissed Vegeta is right now.

 

I balled my fists and slammed them on the table, rattling the dishes slightly. My mom looked at me quizzically, “It’s just a question dear, why shouldn’t I be concerned?” She asked puzzledly. 

 

I glanced back at my father who now seemed blissfully ignorant and entrapped in his meal.

 

I growled in aggravation, “Mom, seriously, you don’t have to worry about something like that right now, geez! There are literal murderous androids coming in a year's time. Vegeta has more things to be concerned about, I am the least of his worries!” I retaliated.

 

My mother giggled at my heated statement. It aggravated me to the tenth degree. Not another word was said through the entirety of dinner. 

 

I sat seething in my own anger, glaring at my mother on the occasion, hoping that maybe she would get the clue to stay the hell out of my business. I am a grown woman who doesn’t need her mother snooping around her personal affairs. I was already trying to prepare myself for the worst case scenario, Vegeta was no doubt upset. 

 

I knew how intrusive my mother could be and I could only imagine how much she gushed about weddings and pestered Vegeta with a word that only aggravated him, love. If there was one thing I learned about the saiyan it was that emotions pertaining to any soft nature were the bane of his existence. The scrape of a chair along the tile floor pulled me from my thoughts, and I barely met my fathers apologetic gaze as he stood and dismissed himself from the table. 

 

My mother was humming some tune while she stood to gather the empty dishes and dirtied plates. I stared daggers into the back of her head as she started toward the sink to clean the dishes. I tore my gaze from her and glanced at the clock on the stove, noting that Vegeta had been training in the gravity room since six this morning. I swear, there is no other man that I know who could train over twelve hours and not eat anything. He was bound to be hungry. I tossed a small glance at my mother before turning my attention to all the food still laid out on the table. With great effort, I stood from my seat at the table, waddling towards the panel on the wall that controlled the helper bots. 

 

Within minutes I had five bots following me outside to the gravity room, each bot transporting its fair share of food from the kitchen. I banged my fist on the door, waiting for the hum of the simulator to die down. It never did, and I sighed in aggravation as I punched the emergency shutdown code via the outside access panel. The hum whirled its way down, and by the count of five, a very angry, sweaty, handsome saiyan prince opened the door. 

 

I ignored his irritated growl and moved aside so the worker bots could roll their way into the room. The five bots executed their jobs precisely by gently setting the array of food on the ground. They then retreated out of the room and back into the house; destined for the kitchen. 

 

His obsidian stare bore into my own quizzical gaze and I gave him a smile, “I figured you would be hungry after confining yourself here for thirteen hours.” I explained myself lightly.  

 

He nodded his head and grunted as a response, and I watched him turn around to walk towards the food. I looked at him quizzically, not sure what to do– he didn’t close the door, should I leave? 

 

I stared at his back, jumping a little at his booming voice, “Are you coming in or not?” 

 

Initially, I was confused, but my feet moved on their own accord, carrying me into the room. I gently closed the door behind me, never tearing my eyes away from the man in front of me. I walked across the room and propped myself up against the controls.

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

I ignored the woman’s stares as I sat cross-legged on the floor amongst the food, and I selected one of the several plates, proceeding to eat the meal. As much as I wanted to be aggravated by the woman, I understood that my body needed the nourishment. The earlier conversation with the blonde woman still weighed heavy on the forefront of my mind; no matter how I tried to suppress the woman’s nagging question, it still seated itself in the center of my thoughts. 

 

I took my gaze off the now empty plate to stare at the bluenette as she leaned on the control panel, “Why are you just standing there, woman? Sit down.” I gruffly commanded the heiress. 

 

She only scoffed and turned her nose up to me, defiant little thing. 

 

“If I sit my ass down, you are going to have to help me get up.” She snapped back. 

 

I raised an eyebrow in question and she gestured at her stomach with both hands.

 

“Believe it or not, it’s hard to sit on the floor when you’re in my shoes!” She admitted sulkingly. 

 

I rolled my eyes at the woman and picked up another plate of food to continue my meal. I tried to come off as aggravated by her presence, yet the inner beast in me was calmed by the comfortable silence.  I heard a series of clicks of what I assumed to be the woman fidgeting with some of the controls. She seemed to stay preoccupied while I polished off my meal. 

 

With my last bite, I turned my full attention to the woman, who still meddled with the controls. Her legs were exposed, I noted as my vision raked her frame – the white dress she wore hugged her widened hips, the thin white material held with nothing but two thin straps draped delicately on her shoulders. Her hair was pulled into an unruly bun on the top of her head, leaving her neck exposed as well. How easily this woman captivated my attention by simply existing. She always held her head high, never cowering away from me as she ambitiously argued with me. 

 

My mind lapsed to the night she came boldly into my room, after a much heated interaction in the kitchen that had been interrupted by the woman’s annoying mother. The way she stared into my very soul that night… the blue crystals of her eyes will forever be ingrained in my mind– but that doesn’t mean I care about her any more than I care about this worthless planet’s sunsets. 

 

I will admit, it would be preferable that she should stay alive, but this planet itself means nothing to me. It wouldn’t even be worth the energy it would exert to destroy this mudball. 

 

My goals take priority over anything else: destroy the androids, challenge Kakarot, pummel him into the ground, and then…that's where my mind started to draw a blank. I had a hard time understanding where to go from there. The constant clicking of different keys weighted through the air while the figurative gears in my head worked. 

 

I could go back to space, maybe pick up where Freiza left off. I had killed a decent amount of his men on one of my last excursions to space, yet the thought of being an intergalactic warlord didn’t settle the same way it had before. Sure, my name still carried a lot of fear throughout the galaxy, it would be simple to procure the title of ‘Universe’s Strongest Warrior’ once Kakarot was out of the picture... 

 

“What are you thinking about?” The calm collected voice of the bluenette broke my concentration on the subject.

 

In an instant, our eyes met; I wanted to shudder under her gaze. It was as if she was trying to dissect my mind, but as a seasoned warrior; I wouldn't give anything away, 

 

"Nothing of your concern, woman." I insisted with my glare hardening as I laid my emptied dish on the ground.   

 

She shrugged her shoulders at my rough reply, and didn't pry any more than necessary. She looked me up and down before she quipped, "Whatever you say, Prince."  

 

I grunted in response, noting her demeanor was off. With skillful movements, I stacked the empty dishes around me, tossing the woman a glace.

 

"Collect yourself, woman, and follow me." I commanded easily.

 

I swiveled to make my way out of the gravity room, as my training was finally complete for the day. Set in my routine, I headed toward the kitchen, sighing in relief that the blonde woman was not present. She was the last person I wanted to deal with. I discarded the dishes in the sink, turning toward the fridge. The glass bottles with silver labels instantly caught my attention – I hadn't indulged in the drinks since the night the older couple arrived back at the compound.

 

I grabbed four bottles, two for each hand, careful not to shatter the sensitive, fragile material that was the bottles’ structure. I quickly straightened my back up and shut the fridge with my elbow. I turned to notice Bulma leaning in the doorway. She was patiently waiting with a small smile on her face, "Long day, huh?" She snarked. 

 

I grunted in response, she had no idea. She chuckled slightly and turned her back to me, stepping away, leading the way toward the room.

 

I took notice of how she would occasionally balance herself on a wall, and how when we reached the stairs she never took her hand off the rail as she made her way up. I wanted to question why she was walking with what seemed like the grace of an elephant; I convinced myself it would not be worth the headache caused from her shrieking as she would no doubt take offense to my question.

 

Once in the room, I set my collection of bottles on what she referred to as the 'vanity', and I stripped my training shorts off, heading straight toward the bathroom. With experienced fingers, I quickly flipped the lights on, turning to the shower. I opened the sliding door, stepping in and sliding the door shut behind me.

 

I turned the knobs to my desired temperature; I welcomed the cold spray as the water first started out. I heard the light footfalls of the woman… she surely knows she is welcome to do as she pleases. I closed my eyes, basking in the stream. Once the water started to heat up, I risked opening my eyes to reach for my one red bottle amongst the variety on the shelves. 

 

The woman stepped into the shower, and I watched as she settled herself in front of me, prying the bottle from my loose grasp. I wouldn’t consider it a fight on my part. I stepped past her, giving her room to stand under the showerhead, and turned my back to her, instinctively leaning my head back. To say I was willing was an understatement. I was eager to feel the affectionate touch of the woman’s hands in my hair that I had grown accustomed to in a short time. Her touch, albeit soft, was firm as she massaged the soap into my scalp. 

 

With her calculated touch, she lathered the soap through my hair. My aggravation slowly ebbed away and a relaxed sigh escaped my lips. I hate myself for the slip, yet my body relaxed more as she continued her ministrations. Knowing it didn’t take long to wash hair, I pondered if maybe she had some alternative motive. I pushed down my paranoia and allowed her to continue– she can do what she wants. 

 

(Bulma’s POV)

I could feel Vegeta melt underneath my touch. I had expected a slightly more aggravated saiyan, considering the circumstances of my mother’s idiocy, but he was being normal Vegeta. I did notice some small things earlier, like the way his left eye was twitching while he was lost in thought in the gravity room. If I had no knowledge of the interaction my mom had with Vegeta earlier in the day, I would have never known that anything was bothering him. Then again, he couldn’t hide too much from me. I am a genius.

 

I finished my prolonged washing of his hair by gently tugging his shoulder so he could be directly under the water to allow me to rinse the suds from his hanging spikes. I removed my hands from his hair, settling them on his shoulders. I rubbed the tense muscles, enjoying the way they seemed to melt their rigid nature under my persuasive, calming touch. As I hummed in approval, the earlier conversation with my dad came to mind– Vegeta likes spaceships. 

 

“Do you want to hear about the improvements my father and I have made to the spaceship?” I offered gently.

 

I felt his muscles bulge as he rolled his shoulders under my touch, “Sure.” Was his curt response. 

 

My smile widened as I reached past him for the loofa I had purchased specifically for the saiyan and his soap. I poured a generous amount on the poof edging him forward so we were both out of the spray of water; I gathered my words before I started my report right as I started scrubbing his back. “My father was explaining to me how he improved the engine so that it's now more efficient with fuel,” he grunted in acknowledgment and I continued with certainty that he was, in fact, listening. “He commented that even though it uses less fuel, it still produces the same speed output. Naturally, like the genius that I am, I questioned if he could simply reconfigure the warp drive to manifest more of its power from the cooling convergent systems. If he were to do that, the power divergence matched with the newer engine configuration would only result in an increased rate of speed with efficient fuel outputs.” I ended my speech with a literal pat on the back, from myself naturally. Vegeta chuckled slightly, and I was about to berate him for such a rude act until he spun around, meeting my triumphant gaze. 

 

I savored the rare taste of his praise, “I would call you a genius but I’d rather not inflate your ego.” He taunted, the smirk on his lips gave away his playful intentions.

 

My initial irritation from his chuckle diminished. It was the small moments such as this one that almost make me forget that the man in front of me has done atrocious things in his past, yet here he was, being playful when it was just us. Him, a simple man, and me, a simple woman. I gave him a smile, skillfully wrapping my arms around his neck, loofa still in my grasp. I brought my face close to his and gave him a sad pout. 

 

“I don’t have an ego.” I sassed back.

 

Vegeta’s laugh erupted through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls of the shower to rebound around the room, his hands clasped on my waist, and I continued to pout through the small fit, feigning annoyance. He slowly collected himself, flashing me an evil smirk. 

 

“If you don’t have an ego, then I am not a Super Saiyan woman.” He snarkily ridiculed.

 

I broke my pout to chuckle at the man in front of me, “Fine, maybe I have a small ego. Who knows, maybe it’ll leave me for our baby instead!” I critically joked back with the man.

 

He rolled his eyes at my statement, gaining an eye-roll and another chuckle from me. I continued my initial quest and went back to washing the prince. Scrubbing in circles on his chest and arms, I applied enough pressure to really scrub away the grime from the man’s intense workouts. 

 

I enjoyed these warm, silent moments, prolonging the cleaning of the prince before stepping back and holding the poof out to Vegeta.

 

“Here, finish up your legs– I don’t want to bend over, my ankles and knees are killing me!” I clarified. He carefully looked me over before accepting the poof from my extended hand. He stepped back slightly to give himself some space, I leaned back to fully enjoy the stream of water. 

 

Not satisfied with the temperature, I turned around just to adjust the knobs, making sure it wasn’t too much but still turning the heat up more before settling myself around again. 

 

I enjoyed the searing spray of water as it made contact with the back of my neck, soothing my aching body one muscle at a time. Even though I had a leisurely day, I still made an effort to walk around, just to get some movement for all my limbs. 

 

My mind may have thought it was an excellent idea but my ankles, on the other hand, were not enjoying this frequent activity. I was actually feeling extra grateful for Goku since he gave me those senzu beans, enough to not let the aloof man’s knowledge of my pregnancy bother me too much. I convinced myself that he had probably heard it from Yamcha. Kami knows that man was very careless– it blew my mind sometimes. 

 

My train of thought was broken by the rough caress of Vegeta’s hand against my stomach. Our eyes met but I dared not say a word, these moments needed no commentary, Vegeta was a man of action. His hand slowly trailed up, gently squeezing my left breast, and I released a sigh at his touch. I was becoming quite accustomed to his brazen touches. I moved over slightly, giving him room to join me in the heat of the water, allowing him to rinse the suds off his body. He snaked his hand from my breast and made his way up to grasp the back of my neck, his fingers playing with the hairs that had loosened themselves from the constraint of my bun. I lifted my own hand up to pull the black band that held my hair together, heavy and wet from the water. It fell in a clump together, and I allowed my finger to run through the strands, untangling the mess of blue. 

 

His eyes never left my own; I searched the onyx pools, trying to decipher any emotions I could pinpoint. My gaze relaxed when I felt his hand trail from its grasp on my neck to settle itself in the mess of my hair. There was rarely a battle for dominance in our budding ‘relationship’ – I willingly stepped down, especially when it came to bedroom activities. 

 

Lately, my mind has conjured up many scenarios with a certain saiyan prince and a pair of handcuffs. I giggled at the thought of Vegeta feigning restraint. 

 

“What’s so funny, woman?” He husked out, his brow furrowed though his hand continued its ministrations in my hair. I debated with my thoughts; I could play it off, or be honest… as I came to a decision, a playful smirk pulled at my lips. I wrapped my arms back around his muscular neck, tilting my head to the side, “Just thinking about you is all.” Vegeta's other arm snaked its way around my waist, pulling me close, my stomach preventing our bodies from fully touching. 

 

“I didn’t know I was a comedian?” He quipped, causing a husky laugh to erupt from my throat, my forehead resting against his, our eyes dancing with one another.

 

“It’s not your words, bad man, it’s my mind that is hilarious.” A teasing smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. 

 

“You have lost your mind, woman.” I giggled at his retort.

 

“Maybe I’m crazy, or perhaps I am secretly the world’s smartest mad scientist!” I tossed my head back, trying my hardest to let out a malicious laugh, and my efforts were rewarded with a chuckle. 

 

“Crazy it is!” He announced confidently.

 

I flashed Vegeta a toothy smile, “Or is that what I want you to think?” I winked to add emphasis to the statement.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say, woman.” He deadpanned. 

 

I lightened my smile and pulled my arms from around his neck, reaching past him, grasping for the bottle that was barely out of reach. With more effort than necessary, I secured the bottle in my grasp. 

 

Leaning back, I gave Vegeta a small smile, “If you don’t mind, I would like to wash my hair please.” I asserted bossily. 

 

He simply nodded his head but his grip on my hips tightened, and he lifted me up, slightly moving us around so that I was out of the water. The sudden loss of the heated spray allowed goose-bumps to rise on my skin. I ignored my body’s natural response to the temperature drop, popping the cap of the bottle to pour just the right amount of expensive product into my hand, and then I placed the bottle back on the shelf, this time with ease. I massage my own scalp with both hands, working the suds through my long hair. 

 

I hadn’t messed with my hair in quite a while, and with a baby coming, I doubt long hair is the way to go. I racked my brain, imagining a variety of different styles until I decided that a chin length bob with some nice bangs would suit a new mother like myself. The shorter my hair, the better; the last thing I needed was for my baby to start ripping my hair out by the root. I grimaced at the thought of my child accidently scalping me… only time will tell.

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

 

I let my eyes devour the woman’s figure while she washed her hair; she made mundane tasks seemingly interesting. Normally, I prefer to be alone; most of my life I lived purely through my hatred towards Frieza. Solitude was what I had grown accustomed to. I was always annoyed by the presence of others – not as much when it was Nappa and Raditz, but they annoyed me nonetheless… but I was not annoyed by her presence. I had begun to question my own sanity at times, chasting myself for allowing small altercations with the blue-haired oddity, making it become almost a routine. 

 

Yet here I stand, captivated by the woman before me, her face scrunched as that mind of hers moved at the speed of light. She had proved her genius to me on multiple occasions. I may question her sanity at times, but I knew the woman standing before me was no fool. My vision trailed downward from her closed eyes, memorizing the path a small drop of water dares to take on a beauty such as herself. I had come across many humanoid aliens in my life, but there was something about her. I allowed myself to gawk at her body once more, even when pregnant, with my child, she looked alluring, especially with her skin flushed red from the heated shower. I appreciated the sight of her breasts for a few moments before returning my focus to her face. 

 

My searing gaze was met with the intoxicating ocean-pools that seemed forever ingrained in my mind, a smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as she lightly chided, “Are you going to move over?” Her tone is calm unlike the roaring fire in her eyes. 

 

I stepped over, slightly offering her the space beside me. She stepped into the stream, firmly placing her hands on my shoulders, tugging me to the side, and I allowed myself to move with her guidance. Once she had full access to the stream, she released her grip on my shoulders and leaned her head back, sighing as the water rinsed her hair. I followed the suds as they trailed down her body, slightly jealous at how intimate the water was with the woman. 

 

My eyes stopped once again at her stomach. I could feel my son’s Ki – he is a lot stronger than that weakling the woman used to keep around. My chest began to swell with pride; he’s probably stronger than Kakrot’s brat when he was first born. No doubt the boy is to be a strong warrior. 

 

I was pulled from my thoughts by a soft touch to my cheek. Our eyes met once more. She was the only person I had ever met that looked at me with no fear. Fear was something I was accustomed to, but the way she gazed at me was far from fearful, and it tugged at something deep inside my very being; I didn’t understand it, I didn’t want to comprehend it. Yet all I wanted to focus on was the way those eyes tear into me. “Will you wash my body, please?” Her teasing tone was addictive. I nodded as an affirmative. We switched positions and she reached around for her body wash, handing me the bottle and the royal purple poof. Now, this, I consider a ritual. It had become a habitual occurrence when we showered together. 

 

She would take control and wash me without a single word, not even asking me, yet she made it known that she wanted me to wash her; and I would never refuse such an offer. Who could decline an opportunity to praise a body such as her own? My hands are crafted weapons, they have dealt death to many, destroyed countless civilizations; but here is a woman with a mind as brilliant as no other giving herself willfully, asking a royal menace like me to do such a delicate task. With calculated precision I poured a decent amount of the sweet orange soap onto the poof. With the bottle returned to the shelf, I tugged the woman away from the spray of the water.

 

I started at her chest, scrubbing in circular motions similar to how she had done for me. I scrubbed over her stomach with care, feeling a swell of pride as I noticed my son’s small kicks at my movements. Smart little brat. I continued my task, stepping around her to gain full access to her back. I gathered her hair in my free hand to scrub her back, trailing up her shoulders and making sure to clean the back of her neck just how she had instructed me to do once before. Once finished, I allowed her hair fall, and I knelt on the ground grabbing her hip as if to steady myself when there was really no need. I guided the loofa down, over her hips, taking my time to scrub each leg with precision. I released my grip on her hip so that I could hold her ankle, signaling her to lift her foot. 

 

With the task complete, I gently set her other foot down, trailing my hand across her leg as I slowly stood, settling it on her hip as I met her gaze. She gave me a toothy smile — no one had ever smiled at me like that, only her… I didn’t understand why she could smile at me like that. 

 

“Rinse off, woman.” I tried to appear irritated but that was the last thing I felt at the moment. 

 

She gently smacked my shoulder and I stepped back, giving her more space than necessary. Her eyes closed as soon as she stepped under the water and I analyzed her body once more, keeping a careful eye on the suds as they cascaded down her figure. Once finished, she stepped out of the water, met my gaze, and shot me a wink as she slid the door open and departed the shower, leaving me to my lonesome. I waited patiently for her to leave the bathroom, giving off the impression that I wanted to remain in the shower. Once she left the bathroom, I maneuvered to turn the water off, standing in the steaming cubical. I momentarily thought about the androids; I will no doubt make quick work of them. I knew nobody would stand in the way of my goal of defeating that imbecile Kakarot.. 

 

Eager to meet a completely unrelated challenge, I raised my Ki, ridding myself of the residual water. I absentmindedly wondered if I did defeat Kakarot would she still allow me refuge, I ignored the worrying question and  confidently stepped out of the shower. I quickly flick off the bathroom light before strolling into the room without a care in the world. I gazed at the woman who had made herself comfortable by sitting with her back against the headboard — she was wearing one of the red gowns she referred to as a ‘nightie’, a black controller in her hand. 

 

I turned my attention toward the screen on the wall, noting that she had put on the show with the nude people surviving in the wild. I walked over to the ‘vanity’ to grab the four bottles I had set aside earlier. I strode over to my side of the bed, ignoring the woman's eyes as they trailed over my nude form. I set two of the bottles on the small table by my side of the bed, using my now free hand to lift the blanket and settle myself in a similar position as the bluenette. 

 

We sat together, no words exchanged as we watched the people fumble around on the screen. I relaxed and took my time drinking my first beer, but finished the second one swifty. I turned to replace the freshly empty bottles with the full ones that remained. Once I was situated once more with a bottle in hand and one between my legs, I heard the woman softly clear her throat and I prepared myself for a question. 

 

“Seven more weeks and I’m going to be a mother, it sounds crazy when I say it out loud.” She announced nervously.

 

I met her gaze with a raised brow. “What’s crazy about it, woman?” I asked, feeding into whatever conversation the woman had in mind. 

 

I didn’t think it was crazy, it was simply a consequence of our actions. I thought she was excited for the brat to arrive. She was always droning on and on about all the things she was excited for including random things she had already planned out. 

 

“I just always thought my first child would have been planned… Having a baby only a year before the world is supposed to end— it carries an even heavier weight than just regular parenthood.” She remarked honestly as she anxiously rubbed her belly. It was like I could feel her distress… I didn’t like it. 

 

“Nothing bad will happen to you or my son. I will destroy those androids before they even lift their metallic fingers.” I disputed her worry.

 

She looked up from her belly, daring to show me her saddened blue eyes. “I trust you, Vegeta, but can you promise me something?” She pleaded.

 

I furrowed my brow; what was this woman thinking about?

 

“I don’t make promises, woman.” I cautioned. 

 

She sighed and reached out for my empty hand lying lazily on my lap. She gently squeezed it before meeting my eyes once again with her own distressed gaze. “I know, but— Vegeta, please be careful out there, I just…I don’t…” Tears started falling from her eyes. I hated seeing her cry, she was normally too bold and brazen to cry. 

 

It bothered me. 

 

“I am always careful, woman, what are you even worried about, anyway?” I interjected in confusion.

 

She squeezed my hand again, “I don’t want you to die! Vegeta, promise me you’ll be safe!” She blurted through her sniffing.

 

I was momentarily stunned by her words. 

 

Initially, I was angry; how dare she think some man-made tin cans would be accountable for my demise. Me, a saiyan prince, slain by metal? The anger dissolved once the weight of her words set in, and curiosity took hold. Why would she care if I die? I may be the father to her child, but she hasn’t a clue who I am, for Kami’s sake.

“I make no promises, woman, but know that the mighty Prince of the Saiyans will not fall victim to some over-glorified toasters.” I cockily reassured her pathetic worries as I pulled my hand from her grip.

 

I quickly flicked off the top from the bottle, downing the beverage swiftly. I risked looking over at the woman while she wiped her eyes, and she momentarily captured my gaze.

 

“Thank you, Vegeta.” She declared quietly.

 

I scoffed at her, rolling my eyes, “I have done nothing for your pitiful thanks.” I countered dismally.  

 

She only giggled at my response, and I proceeded to flick the top off my last bottle. I savored the bubbly liquid as it made its descent down my throat. I finished the drink and set the empty bottles aside, enjoying the light fuzziness hazing my senses.

 

I leaned back against the headboard, folding my arms against my chest. I closed my eyes and let out a heavy breath. 

 

The woman was an oddity, for sure. One moment, she’s talking about being a mother, then she’s talking about the end of the world— and, of course, she had to start crying. I didn’t understand why my death would upset the woman; why was she shedding wasted tears for me? Women are such an enigma.

 

I felt the bed shift but refused to open my eyes; I then felt the woman settle herself atop my groin, and her hands landed on my crossed arms. I could smell her arousal, so I risked opening an eye. One moment she is crying over the potential of losing me, and now she is looking at me as if the world was truly ending and I was her last meal. I uncrossed my arms, deciding to take advantage of the moment, settling my hands on her waist. 

 

“What do you want now, woman?” I emphasized my statement by squeezing her hips, taking interest in the position I had found myself in. 

 

“Do you find me attractive, Vegeta?” She purred, taking her hand and trailing it down her chest, squeezing her own breast through the thin material of her gown. 

 

I growled at the blue-haired temptress, “What kind of question is that?” I fought back. She giggled and removed her hand from her chest in turn, putting it on my own, gently trailing the many scars scattered around my chest. She gave me a pout similar to the one she had flashed me earlier in the shower. 

 

“It’s an honest question.” She rebutted sassily. 

 

I rolled my eyes at the woman, moving my hand on her right hip down to grab her ass. I squeezed the ample flesh hard, pulling her close so I could lean into her ear.  

 

I nibbled the lobe slightly, “I think you already know the answer to that question, woman.” I remark egotistically. 

 

She giggled once again, wrapping her arms around my neck and moving her head so that our noses were touching. “Will you show me, my prince?” She challenged me playfully.

 

A growl erupted from my chest as I crashed our lips together, relishing in the taste of the goddess before me. I tightened my grip on her ass as I probed my tongue into her mouth; I removed my hand from her left hip to slip it underneath her gown, giving careful attention to her stomach before I brought my hand up to her breast. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, earning a delicious moan. As I pinched the nipple with a little more force, the woman buckled her hips, grinding herself against my own growing arousal.

 

I allowed her to do such a movement, for now. I released her nipple and moved my hand up; teasing the back of her neck with my fingers. She tried to deepen the kiss, and I grabbed a handful of hair to pull her back, breaking the kiss. She groaned, obviously upset by my actions, settling herself steady in my lap.

 

“You are a vulgar woman! What is it that you want, little minx?” I dared mockingly.

 

She tried to grind her hips into mine but my firm grip on her ass prevented her the relief she was looking for. 

 

"Tsk-tsk, use your words, woman. What do you want?" I reiterate cockily.

 

I tugged her hair back, revealing her neck to me. I started to assault her creamy flesh with tentative nips, careful not to break her skin but with enough pressure to litter her neck with small bruises. 

 

“I want you!” She gasped out between her soft moans. I pulled back and met her gaze, giving her a teasing smirk. 

 

“What do you want from me?” I taunted confidently, I knew full and well the women had a wicked tongue. I wanted to hear her sickening words.

 

She mewled in displeasure, and I chuckled at her distress, “Please, Vegeta!” She whined.

 

I just squeezed her ass once more, retracting my hand back before landing a rough smack to her bottom. She moaned and tried to toss her head back but my grip in her hair prevented such a movement, “Please what, Bulma?” I coaxed huskily.

 

She groaned at the sound of her own name, “Please fuck me, Vegeta!” She whined desperately.

 

I chuckled at her salacious statement. 

 

“You are a lewd woman, did you know that, Bulma?” I pondered aloud. 

 

She looked at me with pleading, sparkling sapphires. I flashed her a smile in return, gently rubbing the red imprint of my hand spotting on her ass. “I guess you have been a good girl, huh?” I proposed encouragingly. 

 

She shook her head in agreement even with my tight grasp in her hair. I leaned up to her ear, whispering huskily, “Lay on your back, woman.”

 

I released my grip in her hair gently, caressing her ass as she sloppily removed herself from my lap. I watched her push aside a few pillows before she laid flat, breathing heavily as she met my gaze. 

 

I maneuvered myself so that I was settled between her legs, grabbing them both and gently massaging her upper thighs with calculated hands. “Please, Vegeta!” She enthusiastically pleaded. 

 

I chuckled at the woman's eagerness, grinning as I slowed my ministrations on her thighs. “Patience, woman.” I chidded facetiously. 

 

She tossed her head back, releasing a strained sigh. I trailed my left hand between her thighs, rubbing deliberate circles on the little bundle of nerves through the damped fabric of her underwear. I watched her bite her lip to stifle a small moan, and with a purposeful flick of my fingers, I ripped her underwear off her figure. I discarded the fabric by throwing it over my shoulder.

 

I had no clue why the woman continued to wear those flimsy garments in my presence. They were a hindrance, thus why I had destroyed multiple pairs of them. I groaned in anticipation as I slid a confident finger inside the blue-haired beauty before me, and I savored her scrunched face as I slowly teased her by inserting another finger. I curved the two digits just right, which earned a drawn-out moan from the woman who laid before me.

 

My grip on her right thigh tightened as her hips worked with the teasing pace I had set with my fingers. Her groan of displeasure was her way of begging for more; she had yet to learn her lesson for the night. I wanted her writhing in pleasure with her voice raw as she begged for my cock. My thumb settled on her clit, circling the bundle of nerves with confidence. I groaned in approval as her walls clenched around my two fingers.

 

Bulma's moans resonated through the room, the screen on the wall long forgotten. My focus was on the mewling woman before me. 

 

"Please! Vegeta!" Her strained plea sent a jolt to my cock– how easily this woman unravels before me. I roughly thrusted another finger into the blue haired Madonna, "Relax, Bulma, I'll give you what you want, after I take what I want." I callously reasoned. 

 

She choked out another moan, peeling open her eyes. As she captured my intense stare, her blue orbs bore into my own like lightning.

 

Electrifying something inside me, making me feel very alive. I continued the torturous pace, and her eyes never left my own. 

 

The storm behind her stare matched with her heavy breathing, indicating that she was close. I brought her dangerously close to the edge before tearing my hand away, and she tossed her head back, breaking the staring contest and groaning in displeasure once more. 

 

I chuckled at the woman, bringing the digits to my lips to savor her taste as she tossed a glare my way, face red in presumed frustration… oh, if looks could kill.

 

She let out a huff and pushed herself up with her elbows, "That's not fair, Vegeta!" She complained passionately 

 

I squeezed her thigh, "What's not fair?" I challenged her dismally. 

 

She huffed again, throwing herself back into the mattress, "You are impossible!" She grumbled in protest. 

 

I chuckled at her; she must be an impatient person.

 

"Undress yourself, woman." I commanded harshly. 

 

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms against her chest, meeting my eyes with a defiant glare. "Do it yourself!" She sassily proclaimed.

 

I tossed her a smile, releasing her thigh. I shrugged my shoulders, and tossed the woman an indifferent stare.

 

"I'll just stop what I'm doing, then." I asserted impartially. I crossed my arms against my chest, leaning away from the woman. She let out a frustrated groan before she uncrossed her arms, rolling on her side to push herself up. I looked on, amused as she fumbled with her gown, tossing it to the floor. She plopped back on the bed.

 

"There!" She shouted as she glared at me, her sapphires alive and burning.

 

I chuckled at her frustration. I crawled over her exposed body, peering down at the beauty, "That wasn't so hard, now was it?” I cockily pointed out.

 

Before she could reply, I crashed our lips together; she melted beneath me as whatever anger she had mustered dissipated in her reciprocation of the kiss. Her tongue grazed my bottom lip, and I allowed her entrance. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me as close as she could. 

 

I balanced myself on my right forearm as I let my left hand take purchase on her hip. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist in a desperate attempt to bring us together.

 

I broke the kiss, leaning down to her ear, "Tell me something, Bulma."  I insisted intensely. 

 

Her breath hitched as goosebumps rose across her skin. "Anything!" She complied breathlessly. 

 

"How would you like to receive your pleasure tonight?" I implored huskily.

 

She moaned at my question and I nibbled her ear lobe once more, trailing down her neck as I patiently waited for the woman to reply. 

 

"I know what I want." Her confident words sent a throb of anticipation to my cock. 

 

"Then tell me, woman," My voice muffled as I continued nipping at her neck. She carefully pulled one of her arms from around my neck to lightly push my shoulder back. I pull myself away from her body, graced with the angelic view of her fully flushed face. 

 

"I want to be on my knees, face buried in the sheets, with my ass up in the air as you rail me from behind." She declared enthusiastically. 

 

I could feel my cheeks flush as a grin pulled at the corner of my lips. "Under one condition…you are not allowed to touch yourself, unless I command it." I confidently prompted.

 

She huffed and pouted her lips; her eyes revealed that she was obviously thinking over my words.

 

"Fine!" She accepted my terms as she fell back onto the mattress.

 

A victorious smile rose on my face as I withdrew my body from hers, giving her the necessary room to move herself around. "Get comfortable, woman!" I urged objectively. 

 

She chuckled at my demand. I crossed my arms, throwing her a scowl as I sneered at her insolence. She rolled her eyes at me before she clumsily rolled over, grabbing a pillow to put underneath her and one to rest her head on. I enjoyed the view as she settled herself in front of me; once she was comfortable, the tigress looked over her shoulder and purred, "I'm ready your Highness."

 

I unraveled my arms from my chest. "I'm sure you are," I chided as I moved closer to her naked figure.

 

I choose to rest my hands on the ample flesh of her ass. I caressed the globes with careful hands, and kneaded the flesh of her left cheek before I pulled my hand back, delivering a solid smack, relishing her yelp as the flesh rippled from the blow. She pushed her hips back into my hand as I massaged the quickly reddening cheek; my right hand shifted its settled position to tease its way between her parted legs.

 

With trained precision, I roughly thrust two fingers inside the heiress spread before me, my pointer finger circling her clit. The woman's face was buried in the pillow in front of her, muffling the sultry sounds escaping her lips. As she bucked her hips back against my hand, I delivered another slap to her left ass cheek.

 

"Stay still, woman!" I declared in feigned outrage.

 

She groaned back at me but settled her hips; she was trembling against me, trying to keep herself still. Her moans no longer muffled by the pillow as she gasped for breath against my ministrations. The heiress mewled before me. I smacked her ass once more, kneading the spotted flesh as I thrust another finger inside the eager woman. I curled my fingers, and with a choked shout of my name, she came in a rush of heat around them, clenching the digits as her legs quaked, supported solely by my strong grip on her ass.

 

"Good girl." I praised the woman as I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to savor her taste once more before I grabbed my aching cock, stroking it leisurely as I brought it towards her weeping core. "I think you deserve a reward for being so patient." I insisted hauntingly as I teased her with the tip of my cock.

 

"Please, Vegeta!" She pleaded from her bent position. 

 

"Please what, woman?" I questioned as I slid the tip of my cock up to tease her clit, my grasp on her ass tightening as she tried to push back against me.

 

"Please, my Prince! Shove your cock in me!" She pleaded, I pulled my body back slightly, chuckling as a response. She groaned in displeasure, and I rubbed her reddened ass cheek, smiling with sick confidence. I had her right where I wanted her.

 

I settled my other hand on her hip, adjusting the woman and bringing myself closer. I removed my hand from her freshly adjusted hip and grabbed my cock, guiding it toward her eager core. 

 

"As you wish, woman." I assured her arrogantly. With a proficient thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, luxuriating in the feeling of being fully encompassed by the goddess before me. Her moan of approval released the beast I had successfully kept at bay, and I set a grueling pace. 

 

Bulma's moans coupled with the erotic impact of skin upon skin brought me momentary bliss. I reveled in the sensations that entrapped me, pride swelling in my chest as the blue-haired temptress cried out my name in a raw mantra of moans. 

 

I felt her shift slightly, taking note of her defiant hand snaking its way down her sweat-slicked body– she was daring to touch her clit. With a grunt of disapproval, I tore myself away from her. 

 

"You dare disobey me, WOMAN?!" I reprimanded her resentfully. 

 

I roughly adjusted her body, setting her on her side, easily fitting both of her wrists into my fist. I squeezed them tightly ensuring she couldn’t move them. I grabbed her leg, pulling it into the air to straighten it against my chest. 

 

I leaned my body forward, appreciating her very flexible figure even when she was pregnant with my child. Her imploring gaze met my searing glare; the audacity the woman had heightened my arousal.

 

"Such a needy bitch!" I hissed scathingly.

 

She moaned at my harsh criticism, I trailed my hand down and squeezed her taut ass, "And here I was, under the impression that you were a good girl…I was a fool to think so." I emphasized my statement with a rough smack to her ass. The woman choked out another moan. Her blue eyes burrowed deeper into my soul.

 

"You like this, don't you?"  I sneered back at the disheveled bluenette. I landed another harsh slap, kneading her flesh. She nodded her head yes, her eyes never straying from my own. I chuckled at her insolence.

 

"When will you learn.." I insisted as I smacked her ass with a little more force, "you are dealing with a dangerous man.." I reiterate as I smack her ass again, relishing her deep moan. 

 

"I could kill you, bathe in your blood.." I warned  menacingly while delivering another harsh smack to her ass.

 

I shivered as she moaned out my name, "But I'd rather bask in pleasure and revel in the sounds of your choked moans while I tear orgasm after orgasm from you!" I announced fearlessly as I thrust myself inside the beauty before me, making sure I buried myself to the hilt. 

 

She tossed her head back, breaking our staring contest as she moaned huskily. 

 

"Understand this, woman," I growled as I shoved myself deep inside of her, halting all motions. "No one will make you feel like this!" I insisted as I ground myself deeper inside of her. It gained  a moan of approval from the woman. 

 

"Who do you belong to, woman!?" I husked, and she mewled before me but failed to answer such a simple question.

 

As a result, I slowly pulled my cock from her dripping pussy. She groaned in displeasure from the loss of me inside of her. 

 

"WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!?" I warningly snarled.

 

I emphasized my question with another solid smack to her already abused ass. A rough moan tore past her lips as she peeled open those striking eyes, "YOU! Vegeta, I belong to you!" She whined wantonly. 

 

I growled in approval, soaking in the addictive heat from her stare as I shoved myself back inside the goddess.

 

"Good girl." I praised as I initiated a leisurely pace; I savored the way her walls clenched around me, drawing me back in. Her body pleading for more as her fiery gaze penetrated my obsidian stare. I ignored her body’s plea, indulging myself in the woman folded beneath me. I released her wrist and she brought one arm around my neck, pulling me closer. She was left, mouth agape, as she huffed out heavy breaths. Her leg remained straight against my chest despite the strenuous angle. I moaned in approval, snaking my hand up and down her body; pinching her nipple with haste as I moved it away.

 

I had a different destination in mind. I rubbed her stomach with my palm flat. Only a woman like her could give me a strong heir such as this. I saw the familiar electrifying emotion overtaking her lustrous stare. I should loathe that look, but I crave it almost as much as I crave power. I trailed my hand down the swell of her belly, kneading the flesh of her inner thigh before rubbing calculated circles in that exact spot. Only centimeters away from where our naked flesh connected.

 

She moaned at my ministrations, “Please!” she whined, voice taut, her eyes glazed over with ecstacy.

 

I chuckled at her plea, adding fuel to the energetic fire in her eyes, “Please touch me, Vegeta!” She begged breathlessly. I squeezed her inner thigh, slowing my thrust to a tormenting pace. 

 

“Why should I?” I drawled out with a cocked eyebrow as my fingers slowly teased farther away from her throbbing pussy. 

 

She tossed her head back, groaning in displeasure, and she huffed a couple of heavy breaths, legs trembling with every brutal thrust deep into the warm confines of her heavenly body. Her eyes finally shot open, those dazzling sapphires warming my cold heart.

 

 “I want to cum on my King’s cock, please, Vegeta!” She begged mercilessly.

 

A smug smile plastered its way onto my face– she knew just the right thing to say.

 

I maneuvered my hand, lazily circling her clit. I slightly pinched the bundle of nerves between proficient fingers, and Bulma tossed her head back, gasping at my rough touch. I sped up my pace, opting for a steady speed with accentuated rough thrusts. I continued to circle her clit with assured fingers, pinching her slightly with every deep trust. 

 

The woman mewled underneath me, obviously enjoying the tinge of pain amongst her waves of pleasure. Kami, she was perfect. I groaned her name, appreciating the exquisite angel before me in the only way I knew how. Her sapphire stare met my own half-lidded gaze, “I’m so close!” she choked out in between stuttered moans.

 

I simply nodded my head, speeding up my thrust. She moaned in approval of the hurried pace, her hips meeting my own with every harsh thrust. I wanted to completely lose myself in the gorgeous genius writhing beneath me. I needed this more than anything, I wanted to prolong this disillusioned heaven that had been constructed for me and only me. 

 

The familiar pooling of heat in my abdomen made me groan in disappointment of my own body; the choked moans of my name falling from the woman’s lips caused goosebumps to rise along my skin. 

 

“Vegeta…Please…cum with me, my King!” She whined breathlessly. 

 

As I labored for breath, the woman’s plea stirred something deep inside me.

 

“Then cum for me Bulma!” I husked with conviction. 

 

She tossed her head back, a torn scream resounding through the room as I felt her inner walls clench around me, a familiar tightening in my abdomen signaling that I wouldn’t last much longer.

 

I removed my finger from her clit, trailing my hand up to roughly grab her ass, steadying myself as I aggressively pounded into the bluenette, burying myself to the hilt as I came with a growl of her name. I pant with heavy breaths– this was an intense training session in its own right. 

 

I kneaded the woman’s flesh, caressing her with careful fingers as I slowly pulled her leg down. She whimpered slightly as I gently massaged the muscles of her upper thighs; they were definitely strained from our previous position. 

 

She sighed along to my light touches, and I bent down to connect our lips in a gentle kiss. As she kissed back, I knew she was in no real pain. She moaned as I slowly pulled my softening cock from her thoroughly-fucked core, and broke the kiss. I settled her down against the mattress, and despite her plea for me to stay, I pry myself off the bed.

 

I stretched my arms, looking at the sedated woman, a languid smile plastered on her face as she stared back at me with a half-lidded gaze. I nodded my head and flashed her a smirk as I strolled over to the bathroom not bothering to turn on the light. I opened the closet behind the door to grab a fresh washcloth swiftly turning to the sink to turn on the faucet, waiting a meager amount of time for the water to heat up. I thoroughly soak the cloth before cleaning myself, raising the rag, turning off the water and wringing it out lightly in the sink. 

 

I stalked back over to the bed, the woman splayed out on the mattress, her eyes closed and her breathing even, she was undoubtedly worn out. I chuckled to myself, proud of my effortless performance that must have knocked her unconscious again. I settled myself between her already parted legs carefully, wiping away the evidence of our previous activities. I noted the woman’s slight hitch in her breath and concluded she was indeed still awake. 

 

With my task complete I step off the bed, careful not to disturb the relaxed woman. I found the black remote amongst the clutter of her side table and with a click of the button the annoying mumbling of the people on the screen ceased and the picture disappeared as it blackened. The small action earned a grunt of approval from the dazed woman; I set the remote back on the disordered table turning off her lamp before I swiveled on my heel walking back to the bathroom. With the faucet on, I rinsed out the rag making sure to wring it dry before hanging it on the rack above the toilet, per the bluenette’s previous demands. 

 

I return to the room, striding to my side of the bed in a handful of footsteps. After turning off the lamp on my side table I crawled into bed ignoring the womans’ sprawled position as I pulled the blanket from under her, throwing it on top of her before I settled myself underneath them as well. 

 

I relaxed as I laid on the flat of my back; my right arm behind my head as my other lazily laid across my chest. The mattress began to shift as the woman repositioned herself, tugging my arm away so that she could lay with her head on my chest, her own fingers trailing lightly against the scarred skin. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her resting, a hand on the side of her belly. 

 

We both relaxed in the silence, basking in the afterglow of heated passion, the calming sound of her even breath combined with her light touches was enough to lull me to sleep, but my mind was deep in thought. The earlier conversation with the blonde woman kept slicing its way to the forefront of my mind; it would not leave me alone and I would never lower myself to such a cliche as love. 

 

I wished the woman would go to sleep but the continued ministrations of her fingers proved to me she was wide awake. I felt her shift herself up, her eyes tearing into me even in the darkness and I heard her clear her throat. I tensed slightly as I prepared myself for the question she was bound to ask. 

 

“My mom mentioned you at dinner tonight.”

 

I grunted in acknowledgement, already dreading the conversation, grinding my teeth together in aggravation; she had to be psychic. “She can be…a very intrusive person..'' The heiress' words were too calm, no doubt a storm was brewing in her inquisitive mind. “Vegeta..” I felt her lay a flat palm on the scar over my heart. 

 

Oh god her mother must have told her some lie, I prepared myself to break the woman's heart, “I want you to understand you do not have to marry me; you are a free man who can make his own decisions. Your decisions won’t affect my feelings.” She addressed me casually. 

 

I allowed the words to soak in, this was far beyond my person. Marriage was stupid, I had no intention of mentioning such a subject to the woman; clearly, because I did not want to deal with such sappy emotions especially from the woman. Although this was nowhere near the way I had imagined this fiery woman to react. I expected tears to stream down her flushed face as I rejected her ludicrous proposition of marriage; maybe some ferocious shrieks of my name and a few choice words as I flatly explained to her that I would never confine myself to weak standards. 

 

I felt uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what the woman expected me to say. I stayed silent but  my hand was absent-mindedly rubbing the side of her stomach. I felt Bulma lightly kiss my chest, “Good night Vegeta.” She cheerfully cooed as she settled herself back down.

 

It was her way of letting me know that the conversation was over; she wasn’t going to pry any answer from me; she was content with my silence. 

 

I should be exhilarated that the woman had no expectation of marriage; instead I felt offended by her words. 

 

I am the one who should be deflecting this offer, not the other way around. I was irate by my own reaction, I should have laughed at her statement; retorting that she was smart enough to pick-up on the fact I will never be who she wants. Yet I stayed silent, my whole existence is flawed. I needed these androids to just appear already, I was desperate for a good fight; I imagined how I would beat them down, tear them limb from limb then I will pulverize that imbecile Kakarot, and then I will show this woman a true piece of my mind. 

 

The even breathing of the blue-haired genius let me know she was indeed asleep, this time. I slowly removed my arm from around her; making miniscule movements to pry myself away, with a steady hand I gently lay her head on the nearest pillow. I stayed still for a moment ensuring she wouldn't stir before I threw my legs over the side of our shared bed. I rubbed my hands over my face, what have I got myself into? As I stood from the bed I peered over my shoulder analyzing her sleeping figure, internally cursing her for existing; I need to train.

 

(Bulma's POV)

 

The next three weeks seemed to fly by without another hitch. Today was a good day for lounging on the couch, which was exactly what I was doing; a nice cup of some red raspberry leaf tea warmed my hands. My mother swore by Kami it was the best tea to drink and I wasn’t going to argue with her. I quite like the earthy taste and it kept my normally caffeine addled mind at bay.  

 

Vegeta managed to confine himself to the gravity room for the majority of the day, he made a point to not join my parents and me at dinner. My mothers previous encounter may have disrupted that peaceful routine that we had set but I enjoyed the new one just as much. Sure, I missed Vegeta’s quiet company at the table but it gave me an excuse to interrupt his training; he had yet to complain about my intrusive visits, although the food that always accompanied me probably calmed his normally enraged demeanor. 

 

Everything had been running like a well greased machine at Capsule Corps. My dad occasionally asked me for help with the company, slowly preparing me to take over the huge corporation one day. Two days ago I had reminded my father of the favor he owed me. He had stared at me with a blank expression until his mind recalled the situation. Lucky for me and not quite lucky for him, I had also completed the energy cloaking device that Vegeta had asked for almost a month ago. I hadn’t informed him of the added workload, he had just instructed me to leave him a checklist and all would be well.

 

Everything seemed to be going exceptional, well that is except for my physical movement. What used to be a simple walk around the compound proved increasingly more difficult with every attempt. I made an extra effort to move my body throughout the day even when my ankles begged for a break. I pushed through knowing it was better for my physical health to move rather than to stay motionless. 

 

My wonderful bundle of joy had been prone to kicking the living hell out of me, far too many times I found myself curled in a ball, fighting to breathe through the pain as the baby attempted martials arts in my already abused womb. 

 

Normally after the baby tired himself out, I was left with my body aching. My lungs were sore as I would practically wheeze to catch my breath, luckily my mother was always just a shout away. She kept a careful eye on me, always asking if I needed anything; supplying me with ample amounts of water and food when I didn’t have the energy to get it myself. 

 

Today was my thirty-fifth week appointment with my obstetrician, she should be arriving any moment forcing me out of my comfortable position to waddle my way over to the infirmary. I took a gracious sip of my tea, my other hand soothing over my stomach, luckily the baby was asleep. He had already performed his ritual of abusing his mother and I was calmly recovering, my sides sore from the un-human movements. 

 

I was actually relieved that Vegeta spent all his free time training, he has yet to witness his spawn use me like their personal punching bag; the baby always seemed to know when Vegeta was present because he never kicked as hard. I took another gracious sip of my tea, nearing the end of the delicious treat. I analyzed the small amount of liquid left, the light red hue reminded me of the planets displayed in the sky on the planet namek; it felt like ages since Krillin, Gohan, and I embarked on the seemingly coordinated adventure. 

 

The plan was to get there, retrieve the dragon balls, and wish all our friends back to life; how naive were we?

 

I explicitly remember the helplessness I had felt at times, the guys basically abandoning me; everything had been decent until that stupid frog came and screwed everything up. A shiver ran down my spine as the events raced through my mind, I took the last gulp of my tea, allowing the liquid to calm my hastening nerves. With the portable energy cloaking device I think I’d find myself able to hide if any admirable danger were to appear. 

 

Although that adventure had been precarious in nature it was very rewarding; just like the adventure I was about to embark on in a short four weeks. I glared at the bottom of the empty mug, wishing there was more tea to calm my nerves. Today wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, it was my second to last ultrasound of the pregnancy.

 

My doctor took extra precautions when it came to my special case; the baby was growing at a rapid rate. 

 

She scheduled the extra ultrasounds because she was concerned that I was going to go into early labor. So to say I was nervous about the birth was an understatement, the senzu beans were my miniature knights in shining armor. I was thoroughly relieved that Goku somehow knew about the situation. I continued to remind myself that modern medicine was quite astounding, I had spared no expense when it came to hand selecting a doctor who could swear to full patient-doctor confidentiality. I was kicking my-self for not reaching out to Chi-Chi, then I recalled how nobody had any idea that Goku was an alien, it wasn’t until that creep, Raditz, showed up. 

 

The last time I brought up Vegeta to Chi-Chi it hadn’t ended on a high note, it would be nice to have someone who’s been through this half saiyan pregnancy. I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt a soft hand laid on my shoulder. I gently turned my head to the side only to be greeted with my mom’s reassuring smile. 

 

“Your doctor is waiting in the infirmary for you.” She calmly let me know, I nodded my head in understanding. I offered her the empty mug which she took with one hand, and I accepted her other outstretched hand to help steadily stand up from the couch. 

 

“Thanks for helping me mama.” I gave her a light smile showing my appreciation as I let go of her hand, stretching my limbs to prepare them from the walk. 

 

“Do you want me to accompany you to your appointment darling?” My mother asked in her chaotically cheery tone. 

 

I waved my right hand at her and threw her a bright smile, “I’m a grown woman mom, I can handle a small doctor's appointment.” I assured her calmly. 

 

She giggled at my deflection of her offer, “Alright sweetie, I’ll be in the kitchen when you get done. If you need me just send a bot!” She cheerily squealed as she gave me one of her crushing bear-hugs; topped with a sloppy kiss to my cheek before she skipped off toward the kitchen. Leaving me all alone in the living room; I glanced at the hallway leading towards the infirmary. I took a confident breath, relieved that my chest didn’t hurt as much as before, and I took the first step of the agonizing journey. 

 

~

 

With the occasional aid of the walls I managed to make good time waddling my way through the halls. Once in the doorway I took note of my doctor patiently waiting in the room, the ultrasound machine was already set up a few feet from the bed and a screen on a stand at the foot of the bed. 

 

I let out a grunt of acknowledgment and greeted my doctor with a wave as I leaned against the frame of the door to catch my breath. She waved back at me with a soft manicured hand, a light smile gracing her features, her light brown hair pulled in a neat pony-tail, she stood off the chair to meet me at the door. 

 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Briefs! I love the new hair!” She complimented as she outstretched her hand to shake mine.

 

“Thanks! How has your day been Mrs. Evans?” I replied back with a light smile, taking her hand and shaking it in a friendly manner rather than my normal bold business shake. 

 

She shot me a wink, “Just saving the world one lady at a time! Ms. Briefs, I thought I told you to call me Bridget!” She chidded enthusiastically.

 

I chuckled at the woman, her eyes sparkling in good humor as I dropped her hand and waddled over towards the bed.

 

“I’ll call you Bridget, if you stop calling me Ms. Briefs. I told you I prefer Bulma.” I retorted as I sat myself on the bed, giving her a defiant glare. 

 

She chuckled lightly as she took the small stride to her swivel chair, plopping down with grace; grabbing the clip-board that sat upon the table next to the screen. 

 

“A deal, a deal! How have you been? I haven’t seen you for a full month!” She said ecstatically as she wheeled her way towards me with a bright smile on her face. I rubbed a careful hand over my stomach, glad that I had picked such an easy going doctor like Bridget. 

 

I gave her an uneven smile, “Well to be honest this little boy rarely gives me a break!” I gave her a light chuckle before continuing, “I feel like my body is just a gym for him, some days he kicks the living hell out of me, I’ll be doubled over in pain. Bridget it gets really hard to breathe through these bouts; it feels like I’m literally being stabbed at times. It's awful.” I took comfort in her sympathetic pale green eyes, she jotted a few notes down, asking me lightly to tell her more about the past couple of weeks. 

 

“I’ve been trying to keep up with my daily walks, stretching as often as possible but some days my ankles are so swollen, I can’t lie I have spent some days lounged in a chair outside just soaking in sunlight and other days I have so much energy I push myself to far and end up regretting it later.” My voice shook slightly as my nerves started to get the best of me. 

 

She nodded her head and added a few more notes to her chart then Bridget grabbed my hand, lightly squeezing it in a reassuring way. “I’m sure it’s been rough especially with the intensity of those kicks, and I’ll figure more about those in a minute, aside from that you’re just experiencing normal third-term pregnancy symptoms.” She explained formally as she squeezed my hand once more before dropping it. 

 

She casually stood from her chair, walking over to the mobile ultrasound machine. As she maneuvered the machine closer to the bed she sat back in her chair, “How have you been eating?” She inquired while she fiddled with the buttons to start up the machine, I watched as she laid out the wand and tube of gel. 

“Oh I haven’t stopped eating!” I chuckled again before finishing, “My mother has had to make quite the effort to keep my appetite sedated!”

 

Bridget laughed at my statement making me feel better about my eating habits, “That's perfectly normal at this stage. Why don't you lay back and get comfortable; we will get a good look at your little martial artist.” She assured me gently. 

 

I nodded my head and settled myself back, I was used to the routine of these appointments, with this being my third ultrasound I knew the drill. I lifted my shift up, patiently waiting for the icy gel to make its uncomfortable contact. I focused my attention on the booted up screen, although there was no picture yet I eagerly awaited the black and white picture of my son. 

 

~

 

With too much effort I waddled my way down the hall and back towards the kitchen. I had good reason to take the extra time to stop and catch my breath, always throwing a worried glance at my stomach; I knew that saiyans were strong but I had no clue the babies could have that much strength. I couldn’t argue with the results from the appointment. My doctor was astounded by his size, it almost appeared as if he was close to full term. 

 

That was when Dr. Bridget grew very concerned. She meticulously moved the wand around analyzing the black and white images, she shot me another concerned glance and asked me to remove my shirt. I was no prude about the situation, following her instruction. After laying back down she continued the ultrasound although she wasn’t focused on the baby. I watched with a knowledgeable eye as she moved the wand over my lower ribs, the black and white picture was clear to make out to both our medically trained eyes. 

 

Plenty of the Z-fighters came to Capsule Corp when they were injured so I was well versed with the images before me. My little boy was using me as a literal sparring partner. I had fractured ribs on my left side along with a bruised rib; thankfully my right side only had one bruised rib but that was one too many already. 

 

My doctor explained that my breathing problems were due to these injuries, I should have known that Vegeta’s spawn would be this strong. She strongly advised against my daily exercise. I was allowed to stretch but I was not allowed to push my body with anything unnecessary, like the multiple trips out to the gravity room, they were left out of the question. 

 

She expressed that it was her professional opinion that I should refrain from any physical work, in lamest terms she told me I needed to be put on bed rest until my son was born. A groan of frustration left me as I pushed myself off the wall making the final stride towards the kitchen. 

 

I understood the severity of the situation, bed rest was the only option but I knew it was going to drive me insane. I leaned in the doorway catching my breath while I watched my mother work over the stove. I begrudgingly took the last couple of steps towards the table, pulling the head chair out with an ear piercing screech and plopping myself down. 

 

My mother quickly turned on her heel squealing with joy when she saw I had joined her in the kitchen. She grabbed a plate stacked with grilled cheese and marched her way towards the table. “How was your appointment darling?” Her teeth sparkling against the cherry hue of her lips as she placed the plate in-front of me. 

 

I shrugged my shoulders at her, “Oh you know, just a normal doctor's appointment.” I lied, but played it off with a light smile. She nodded her head and turned back towards the counter grabbing a soup bowl and a pitcher full of tea. 

 

She quickly deposited the bowl in front of me and placed the pitcher on the table before scurrying to the counter to grab two tall crystal glasses. I grabbed one of the sandwiches, dipping it in the rich tomato soup, savoring the easy meal as my mom hummed a light song as she stalked back to the table, filling both glasses before seating herself next to me, crossing her hand together and placing them in her lap.

 

“So… did you tell the doctor about those bouts of pain you’ve been having?” My mother pried with an even tone. I should have known she would want the details. I swallowed the bite in my mouth, chasing it with a gulp of tea. 

 

“Of course, I told her the truth about everything." I expressed before taking another bite of my sandwich, holding off the conversation for as long as possible.

 

"Well what did she have to say darling?" My mothers normal cheery expression was abandoned for a more serious tone.

 

I dipped my sandwich in the rich soup once more, indulging in one more bite before I swallowed, giving my mother the eye contact she deserved. "I did receive some distressing information." I released a heavy sigh as my mothers eyes shot open, her mouth dropped as she gasped.

 

"Oh my! What happened!? Is the baby alright?!" She sputtered out, clasping her hands and jumping from her chair.

 

I rolled my eyes at my mothers over reaction, finishing my first sandwich; leaving my mother in suspense.

 

"The baby is fine." I reassured her as I reached for my second sandwich, "I on the other hand have been placed on bed rest." I growled annoyed that I had to say the words out loud. 

 

My mothers eyes closed and a smile spread across her face, "A lot of women get put on bed rest darling, obviously the doctor must have a good reason." She gave me a reassuring smile and sat herself back down reaching over to pour more tea in my glass.

 

"So why did your doctor put you on bed-rest?" She asked if her smile never faltered.

 

I took a bite of my second sandwich and after swallowing I gave my mother a reassuring smile, "Your grandson has been using me like a punching bag, I have two bruised ribs and one fractured rib." I state calmly, I continued to eat my sandwich as if this was a common occurrence. 

 

Of course I was initially shocked by the images then I reminded myself who the father was; this was an unanticipated turn of events, undoubtedly so. 

 

My mother reached over the table to take my empty hand, encompassing it in both of hers; she squeezed my hand lightly, “Don’t you worry darling, I will be by your side the whole time, you won’t have to lift a finger to do anything!” She gushed earnestly.

 

 I grunted in slight aggravation as I chewed on my sandwich. Evidently, my mother was excited to cater even more to my every need and I was upset that now I couldn’t cater to my own need to walk to the gravity room to spend quality time with an arrogant asshole. If my mother got her way I would not leave my room for anything, not even to stroll the halls; she was not going to let me out of her sight. 

 

I finished my second sandwich and gave my mom a weary smile, “Thanks mom but I will just use the bots to assist me. Aren’t there things that you need to be doing, like taking care of the garden, you don’t have to worry about me.” I assured her, but my mother squeezed my hand once more. 

 

“Honey my garden pales in comparison to you, there is nothing more important in my life than you right now!” She explained.

 

I reached my empty hand for another sandwich, kami she was a hard woman to shake; maybe that's where I got my persistence from. I gently pulled my hand away from her grip, laying it down palm flat on the table. 

 

“Remember momma, I am a grown woman, I can handle bed-rest.” I dipped my sandwich in the bowl of soup once more before taking a good sized bite. 

 

My mother giggled at my deflection of her offer, bringing a hand up to her lips. “I know you’re grown, but I also know how stubborn you are.”

 

I snorted at her statement, my attention now on the last three sandwiches on the plate before tossing my mother another glance. She waved a polite hand at me as she pushed her chair back and stood from the table. She had taken the hint that I had no intention of furthering the conversation at hand, there was nothing more to say.  

 

I continued my meal in a comfortable silence allowing me to truly focus on everything swirling around in my mind. Kami, what was I supposed to do for a whole month confined to my bed. There was no way I was going to be able to absentmindedly lay there for that absurd amount of time. I will go insane. I wondered if I needed to concern Vegeta with this information but I doubted it would matter to him in any instance. 

 

My doctor never said anything about staying abstinent towards bedroom activities so at least I had something to look forward to; seducing a saiyan was always an interesting endeavor. I knew that those activities would not keep my active body at bay, I needed something to occupy my mind during these truly boring weeks ahead. 

 

My father was sure to have some projects that needed that final once over, I would ask him about it at dinner. I was practically going to beg him for any sort of work that could be completed either on a laptop or by standing in my room, pacing while my mind raced with schematics. I started to feel slightly less apprehensive about the whole situation, if my father didn’t have too many tasks for me I could always go ahead and whip up some saiyan battle suits for the rest of the z-fighters, they might not want them now but who knows if they might need them later. 

 

I knew everyone would appreciate all the effort I put towards anything; a glimmer of hope prevailed, maybe bed rest wouldn’t be so terrible. 

  

 

 

 

 

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