Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Tranquil Water ( Chapter 12 )

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

AUTHORS NOTE: 

Alright everybody, I had a lot of goals for the planned last two chapters. As this Chapter is posted the plan has changed, the story will wrap up at fifteen chapters. The points I write off are vague ideas that I’ve come out with. Sooo when they get written out they end up longer than anticipated XD Without further ado, here is the next chapter, ch thirteen will follow abt a week and half after this. It still needs some final touches and a couple scenes added. Hope y’all enjoy there is some good stuff in here ;) Please if you note any mistakes or have any comments feel free to post them!!

 

Chapter 12

 

(Bulma’s POV)

 

I had spent my last seventy two hours on an official bedrest, per the orders from my obstetrician. I hadn’t left the room, not even to wander down to the kitchen. My mother had everything delivered to us by the house droids. She wouldn’t even let me walk down the hall to the nursery, she would hastily claim that everything was set and ready. I was just told to relax. I wasn’t even allowed to go down the stairs to the living room to lounge on the couch for Kami’s sake. I have been trapped in my own room with only my mother as my main source of company. I was officially over this whole ‘bedrest’ situation. I understood my doctor's concerns but I didn’t think lounging in bed all day was the best way to deal with my baby's random assaults to my ribcage. 

 

Thankfully my mother was always quick to rush to my side offering me her assistance in any way. My precious little warrior seemed to be on the same vicious schedule as his father. I was aggravated that the only time I got to spend with Vegeta these past three days was when he’d find his way to the bedroom at night. If I was lucky I could get a decent head nod from him in the morning before he descended off the balcony, obviously heading back to the gravity room. The lucky bastard got to enjoy the solitude of his gravity chamber, he even had the pleasure of worker bots delivering him portions of his meal; I on the other hand didn’t have the luxury of solitude.

 

The first day hadn’t been all that bad, it started well enough. My mother and I chatted lightly. It's just as the hours wore on we had less topics to discuss, even sitting on the balcony had lost its appeal. As the second day wore on I stared at my walls. I couldn't help but think back to all the projects I had accomplished in the last year and a half; sitting here in my room felt pointless. I knew my genius could be used elsewhere then I reminded myself of the completed set of prints for the new spaceship. Those had held me at bay for a few decent hours.    

 

The day before my bedrest I practically begged my father for any sort of work to keep my roaring mind occupied but sadly the company was in a stall for now. Those blueprints held my riddled mind at bay yesterday but today was especially grinding. My mother brought breakfast with tea bright and early. She decided to turn on one of her soap operas. After watching the mind numbing content for over two hours I urged her to go down to my father and I’s personal lab to retrieve my notebooks. She had returned with three notebooks I had absently left behind. She came back with a bright smile but neither of them had been the journals I described to her. I accepted them nonetheless. 

 

These journals were severely outdated, their pages filled with different projects that had either been hit or miss; I was as interested in these notebooks as I was with my mothers show. To say today felt like Hell on Earth was an understatement. With nothing but older gadgets and capsule notes to browse through my mind felt like it was going to explode with boredom. The ridiculous show my mom put on played all day, she was reacting according to whatever drama was being announced. I on the other hand could barely keep track of the characters names, much less what they were pettily arguing about. When the house droids brought in lunch I couldn’t help but feel relieved. At least I could focus on some good food. Just as my mother was handing me my plate my father strolled in with a cheery hello. 

 

It was a welcome surprise to say the least. My father pulled my desk chair across the room and settled himself next to me. My mother rushed over with a plate of food, laying a chaste kiss to his cheek before she returned her attention back to her meal and show. 

 

My father tossed me a knowing look, “You know, she has been watching this particular show since before we got together.” My father explained as he glanced over to my mother, who’s eyes were glued to the screen. 

 

I stuck my tongue out in immature disgust, “I just don’t understand them.” I clarified in a hushed tone. I knew my mother had ears like a hawk and I didn’t want to offend her. 

 

My father chuckled at my retort before he took an eager bite of his lunch. 

 

We both fell silent as we enjoyed the first half of our meals. My father wiped his mustache with a napkin before clearing his throat. “I’m off the next two days, I figured I could get to those chamber upgrades. Do you have my to-do list?” He queried casually. 

 

I couldn’t help my budding smile, “Of course papa, they’re right there on top of my desk.” I eagerly clarified while pointing towards said desk across the room. He nodded his head as he set his plate on my bedside table. He scuffled over to the desk, it didn’t take him long to locate the piece of notebook paper. As he wandered back over he surveyed the list that was gently clasped in his right hand. 

 

I recognized the obvious gleam in his eye, as he settled himself back down in the chair. 

 

“This appears simple enough, you basically wrote it down step by step for your old man; you know I designed the ship in the first place right.” He wittily taunted as he folded the list up and tucked in neatly in his shirt pocket. 

 

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t miss anything.” I honestly jested back at my father. 

 

He flashed me an amused grin, “I may be aging but I haven’t lost my mind yet my dear.” He joshed back playfully. 

 

I let out a small chuckle, it was always so easy to converse with my father. “Speaking about minds, I have something else on my mind.” I informed him lightly.

 

He flashed me a raised brow as he reached for his half finished plate, “What would that be dear?” He asked promptly. 

 

“So I finished that cloaking device before I was sentenced to bedrest. Do you think you could add that to your list of upgrades for the chamber?” I proposed whimsically. 

 

His lips drew to an even line as he thought it over, he relaxed back into the chair. “As long as you tell me where to put it darling I can install anything you please.” He complied earnestly as he took a bite of his awaiting food.

 

I reached for one of the older notebooks next to me and flipped through to look for a blank page. “Do you have a pen?” I asked my father as I eyed the three writing utensils, obviously tucked into his shirt pocket. 

 

He rolled his eyes playfully as he swiftly reached up to grab one. He held out a blue pen and I eagerly grabbed it from him. He continued his meal as I set forth on writing out another set of instructions. 

 

I confidently recall where I had stashed the device in my desk, I wrote it down in great detail. He would have to add the other chip, that I personally designed, to the black box. Without it the cloaking device has no way to sync with the controls in the room. I racked my brain on where the cloaking device should be placed. I finally decided it should be installed within the hidden compartment meant to stash tool boxes. 

 

I figured it would make the installation easier on my father, I highly doubt that he would like to shove a ton of wires aside in order to hide it within the delicate workings of the control case. I carefully read over my work ensuring that it was in fact legible before I held both the paper and pen out towards my father.

 

In the time it had taken me to write out the set of instructions my father had finished his food. He gave the paper a quick once over before he folded it. He neatly deposited the materials back in his shirt pocket taping them lighty to his chest.

 

“If everything goes as smoothly as those instructions are written, I should be able to complete the upgrades in a day's time.” He confidently declared as he pushed himself up to his feet. 

 

He took two even steps toward my bed and gave me a light hug. “Make sure you warn Vegeta.” He whispered playfully in my ear, before he pulled back tossing me a teasing wink. 

 

He walked over to my mother and gave her a chaste kiss to her cheek before he swiftly left the room. My mom maintained her focus on the television screen, which worked well in my favor. I slowly began piecing together my plan. It would be easy enough to tell Vegeta about my fathers’ plans to upgrade the gravity room tomorrow. I absentmindedly stared at the screen while I plotted. To say I didn’t want to spend another day trapped in the room with my ditzy mother was an understatement.

 

~

 

I eagerly counted down the hours until dinner time. I had most of my scheme planned out, I was only waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. As the house droids rolled in with our meal I knew my time had come. My mother gleefully handed me my plate and I flashed her a smile. 

 

“Mama you can take the day off tomorrow.” I pitched the offer eagerly.

 

She waved a dismissive hand, “Oh darling, why would I do such a thing? You are my top priority.” She dismissed my proposition with a smile before she turned to go back to her seat. 

 

“Well, Vegeta will spend the day with me. Papa is working in the gravity room tomorrow.” I announced aloud as she grabbed her own plate. 

 

She was quick to whip around, her blue eyes gleaming as her smile widened, “Oh, Why didn’t you start with that darling? Of course I’ll leave you two love-birds alone.” She gushed as she settled herself down in her seat. 

 

I was mentally jumping up and down in excitement, she had taken the bait, “Do me a favor Mama.” I confidently urged. 

 

She glanced in my direction, “Yes Darling.” She cooed back. 

 

I hardened my glare trying to seem as menacing as possible, “Make yourself scarce tomorrow. I don’t want Vegeta to get uncomfortable.” I stressed urgently to her.

 

She shook her head in acknowledgement, “Of course dear, I’ll just go grocery shopping! I promise I won’t intrude!” She happily chirped back before she returned her focus to the television screen.  

 

I eagerly ate my meal, the first step in my plan had worked effortlessly in my favor. Now all I had to do was tell Vegeta about the upgrades. I’m sure he’ll be ‘happy’ to know the chamber is about to be top notch. I could barely hold my excitement, with no access to the chamber Vegeta was definitely going to venture off somewhere. My mother will be none the wiser, she will no doubt pre-program the house droids to deliver food while she is away shopping. 

 

She loves shopping. 

 

All my pieces were slowly falling into place, I was going to venture down to my private laboratory tomorrow. I had to find my updated notebook. I also wanted to look at what materials I had left from making Vegetas’ previous sets of armor. I was already scheming an ensemble of battle suits for the Z-gang. Despite my doctors’ orders I truly believe I’m capable of at least an occasional day in the laboratory.

 

~

 

It was ten o'clock when my prayers to kami had been answered. The saiyan made his entrance to my room via the balcony door. He had slid the door open with ease before he pulled the curtain aside. My mother hastily made her leave, she set the chair she had been using to the side so it wasn’t in the way. She tossed me a knowing wink before she rushed out of my bedroom door. 

 

With my mother gone I eagerly turned off the television, “Finally! I thought she would never leave!” I huffed aloud as I looked over to the saiyan.

 

He was standing a couple feet away from the open balcony door, his arms crossed to his chest while his normal scowl was plastered on his face. The saiyan let out a grunt of acknowledgement.

 

“Why must she spend all her time here?” He queried gruffly. 

 

“Eh, she’s just holding me to my doctor's orders.” I lightly explained. 

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes and dropped his arms. I eagerly watched the man as he swiftly kicked off his shoes before he proceeded to strip off his training shorts. I hungrily eyed the saiyans’ physique as he strode into the bathroom. As per usual he was going to shower before he decided to lay down in bed.

 

(Yamcha’s POV)

 

(Ten Hours Prior)

 

I tossed my phone to my bed and released a deep breath. Today was the day I was finally going to figure out exactly what was going on between my ex and that alien asshole. I had just gotten off the phone with my closest baseball friend, I hadn’t exactly explained all the minute details to Cody. What he did know was that this egotistical asshole was one hell of a ‘martial artist’. I had explained to Cody all the details on how I knew that he practically swiped my ex girl-friend from right under me. 

 

We had talked for the better half of the morning, I could always confide in him and he always helped boost my confidence when I needed it the most. It has been literally months since my last altercation with Bulma and despite what she believed I was not ignorant; I was concerned. It was obvious she had no intention of watching her own back, I couldn’t believe she had actually slept with the saiyan. I mentally critique my own muscles in my full body mirror, “Seriously, what does he have that I don’t!” I fumed to my empty room. 

 

I was well aware that Vegeta was back from his most recent space excursion. It was hard not to notice the outrageous strength being emitted from that direction, everyday it spiked for Kami’s sake. I released another shaky breath as I mentally reached out to feel for all the Z-fighters energy. It seemed like everyone has had a decent boost to their power since that warning from the mysterious boy. I couldn’t help but silently sulk as I stretched my own limbs. I had spent maybe up to two-weeks max training in the desert. It was hard to stay concentrated when there were too many other things nagging at the back of my mind.

 

I was well aware that I had blown my chance with Bulma, but I knew I wasn’t going to stand by as she carelessly drove forth with her ridiculous plans. I had spent way too many nights out drinking with my friends ignoring the whole situation. I hadn’t realized that maybe I did have a way to show Bulma what I knew. I had no clue how Vegeta had convinced the Briefs family that he was sane. I knew the man wasn’t, it was obvious that his heart held malice; I was baffled that I was the only one who could still see it in his eyes. 

 

Cody had been the only person I had confided in, the last time I went to vent to Krillin about the whole ordeal he told me I should lay off of it. Puar was still a little upset at me for fumbling in my relations with Bulma. I pushed my frustrations to the side. I met my own determined eye in the mirror, “You can do this!” I confidently assured myself. Today is going to be the day that I figure this out. It was also my third week sober so I knew there was no ill influence on my mind. I strode over to my dresser and easily located a shirt. As I was lacing up my sneakers I took into account the time displayed on my alarm clock before starting a confident stroll out of my room. I quickly locate Puar, who happened to be curled on the couch with a magazine.  

 

“Hey I’ll be back in a little bit!” I non-chalantly called out to my long time friend. 

 

She barley peered past her magazine as she tossed me a wave, “Have fun Yamcha!” She insisted before she refocused on her reading.

 

I smiled wickedly as I walked through the front door, swiftly closing it behind me. I jogged through the breezeway before I eagerly jumped over the railing that displayed the beautiful city line. I relished the feeling of the wind flowing through my shortened hair as I let myself fall a few meters before I flew up and over the roof of my apartment building. It had been a while but I easily maneuvered my way through the clouds and towards the Capsule Corp, Compound. I gathered my plan as I navigated my way towards my destination. My first line of business would be to try and get down to Bulmas’ private lab to see what sort of gadgets she has planned up for that arrogant jerk. 

 

I was half convinced that he had the Briefs family hostage, they might have developed some sort of stockholm syndrome if they couldn’t figure out that he had something heinous up his sleeve. I ignored the freakish chill that crawled up my spine, I just couldn’t understand why nobody else felt the way I did. 

 

As the dome shape of the massive compound came into view I swallowed a bullet of panic as I planned my entrance. I decided to drop down about a block away from the compound, I easily navigated the streets and I mosey my way through the employee entrance. I shoved down my concern towards the massive energy emitting from within the confines of the compound. With my back straight I began to strut towards the swinging doors. I have been through this routine many times. A rush of cool air conditioning whipped past me as I made my entrance. I shot a confident wave towards the security guards at the desk. They seemed to have paid me little mind and it was second nature to navigate through the massive complex. It had been my home for a number of years after all. I drifted past multiple people as I made my way towards the residential section of the compound. I popped my head around the corner and noted there wasn’t a security guard at the connecting door. 

 

A confident smirk curved at my lips as I hastily walked over and typed in the key code I had memorized for years. The door beeped, signifying the code still worked. It didn’t take me long to navigate the home, as I rounded the corner to get to the staircase down towards the labs I carefully honed in on where the Briefs family was located. It was my luck that they were all upstairs gathered together, meanwhile Vegeta was still in the Gravity room. I continued a confident strut down the stairs, my enthusiasm building when I realized there wasn’t a single soul down in Bulma and her fathers’ private laboratory. I eagerly shut the door behind me as I rushed over to Bulma’s desk.  

 

I began to sort through the different prints scattered across the desk, I was careful not to shove anything off. I had no intention of anyone knowing that I was here. As I flipped through the several different battle droids designs I surveyed the note sections. I couldn’t deny that the droids seemed bad ass but they weren’t exactly what I was looking for. I opened the drawer to my left and sorted through another variety of prints when I noticed one that looked like the gravity room, it was dated only a month ago. I eagerly read over the notes margin. I couldn’t help but gawk at the print, eight hundred and fifty times earths’ gravity, that insane. As I continued to glance at the other notes I couldn’t help but be amazed, I knew Vegeta was a savage but to train in that kind of environment was ridiculous. I instally remember how I had tried to handle a measly three hundred times earths’ gravity, I had been practically squashed by the immense force. 

 

Maybe Bulma was right, this time around Goku and Vegeta will definitely be able to handle those androids. I was suddenly very self-conscious of my own power level, I pushed the gnat of anxiety to the side to refocus myself. It is quite obvious that Vegeta is a lot stronger than he was when he first arrived on Earth, now how can I prove that he still has those same malicious intentions. I continued my search through the drawers on the left side of Bulmas’ desk, I stumbled upon a smaller print that stood out to me. It looked like a regular wrist watch but as I read the sprawled note I couldn’t help my building excitement. 

 

I couldn’t believe that my ex had been the genius to design such technology, it was an energy cloaking device. With this I could easily stalk Vegeta and figure out exactly what he wants. I hastily put the print away and began to search Bulmas’ desk for that watch. I knew she had built it, she always dated her prints twice, once when she drew it up and once when it had been built. I had spent too many years of my life with the woman, despite what she believed I had paid attention through most of our time together.

 

I enthusiastically riffled through the drawers on the right side of her desk, I could barely contain my yelp of excitement as I found my object of interest. I raised a curious brow at the circular metal disc that laid beside my desired gadget but paid it little mind. I snatched up the watch and quickly looped it around my wrist. I was closing the rest of the drawers on the desk when I heard the door to the lab open. 

 

I swiftly glanced up only to be met with a confused looking Dr. Briefs, “Hey Mr. Briefs!” I calmly called out. 

 

He raised a brow, “Yamcha, What are you doing down here?” He asked cautiously.

 

I swiveled on my heel to face him and with my right hand I reached up and scratched the back of my head flashing the man an easy smile, “I just left a couple things over here and Bulma told me they were down here in her desk.” I eagerly explain. 

 

Dr. Briefs turned his head intrigued but before he could speak I hastily interrupted. “I already located it though so no worries! See you later Mr. B!” I hurriedly assured the man as I made my way past him and through the door. I didn’t look back to catch his response as I swiftly navigated the halls towards the nearest exit. It wasn’t long until I was back in the air heading towards my apartment.

 

~

 

It only took three hours for me to fully figure out the functions of the watch. Bulma had explained a multitude of gadgets to me in the past. If given enough time I can easily figure out how to work any piece of technology that has been developed by the Briefs' scientists. I was planning on testing it out tonight. I had schemed that I would sneak back to the compound with the device concealing my ki of course. I plan to hide amongst some of the foliage, just so I could simply watch Vegeta leave the gravity room. I wanted to be close but not too close; just in case the device doesn’t work properly. 

 

I looked over my outfit of choice that was splayed across my disheveled bed. I had meticulously picked through my wardrobe to locate the solid black pants and black long sleeve shirt. It was easy to decide on my black combat boots. I rubbed over my chin as I walked over to my adjoined bathroom. I searched through the drawers and failed to locate the item I had been thinking of. I hastily stormed out of my room and popped my head into the living room. “Hey Puar! Do we still have that Halloween face paint?” I asked hurriedly. 

 

Puar raised a brow from her position on the couch before she tossed her magazine to the side to float over to the kitchen. I watched eagerly as she opened one of the drawers; she pushed a couple things aside before her face lit up with a smile.

 

“Here it is Yamcha!” She announced excitedly as she held up the palate.

 

“Awesome, I need it for tonight!” I eagerly disclosed as I quickly rushed over in only my boxers.

 

I tried to get it from her before I could grab it, she quickly flipped away. Her eyebrows rose in curiosity. “Now, hold up! Why do you need face paint tonight?” She snarkily questioned as she held the face paint palate behind her.

 

“I’m doing something with the team, just give it here.” I quickly tossed back as I tried to reach for the palate once more. 

 

She floated upward to keep it just out of my reach, “Can I come?” She pleaded back eagerly.

 

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes, “No, not tonight.” I impassively clarified. 

 

Puars’ eyebrows drew together as she glared back at me. She let out a ‘hmph’ as she abruptly tossed the palate my way. I easily caught the rounded disk. She floated past me with her arms crossed, her mood obviously soured. I ignored her disappointment and focused on the task at hand.

 

~

 

At nine-fifteen I gave myself a careful once over in the mirror. I had strategically painted my face camouflage, just to ensure I could actually hide amongst the foliage. My only visible skin was that of my hands, I knew I would have to keep them tucked away. I strolled out of my room and I left the apartment without saying a word to Puar. I calmly walked down the hall before I stopped at the railing. I looked down at the watch, with the press of two buttons, I had the energy cloaking mode engaged. I let out a calming breath before I jumped over the railing and launched myself in the air. Hastily making my way towards the compound. It didn’t take me too long to fly over to Capsule Corp; I hovered high above the compound as I decided on which location I would hide in. After arguing with myself for about five minutes I settled on the tree closest to the gravity chamber. 

 

I perched myself amongst some of the heavier leafed branches and kept my eyes glued to the gravity room. It has been a very long time since I’ve stalked anybody, normally my intent was to rob the poor bastards but this time I was here for information. The chirps of random insects kept me alert as I eagerly waited for the saiyan to emerge. When the door finally opened I released a steady breath. I eyed the saiyan on his descent of the ramp. It was hard not to notice the obvious muscle mass the man had acquired since the last time I saw him. 

 

I couldn’t help but envy both Vegeta and Goku. I felt my eyebrows furrow at the thought, I have always been jealous of Goku. I was constantly wondering how he had acquired his impressive amount of power. Since figuring out that he was in fact an alien I couldn’t help but gawk at their awesome power. I bit the inside of my cheek as I glared at the shorter saiyans’ back while he made his way towards Bulmas’ balcony. I knew now there was no combating his physical strength; I’d be no match. I watched in honest curiosity as he swiftly ascended to simply drop down on the concrete pad of her personal patio. 

 

I held my breath as the saiyan began to peer around, he surveyed the yard to his left before he surveyed his right. 

 

He was obviously dissatisfied with his findings so he turned around and surveyed the backyard ahead of him. There was an eerie pause in the insects symphony of sounds, the ensuing silence was not welcome as I was held ridged with terror. I hardly swallowed a bullet of panic while my muscles stiffened. Vegeta glared straight ahead of me, it felt like he was staring into my very being; I figured my position was blown. I waited for him to make any move towards me but I sat baffled as he raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders before he swiftly turned on his heel. 

 

He quickly slid the glass door open and I brazenly stared at his bare back as he pulled the curtain to the side before he confidently stepped into the room. I released an unsteady breath as I smiled down at the device on my wrist, thank Kami it works. I glanced back over at Bulma’s balcony, instantly noting that Vegeta had left the door open and the curtain pulled back. I couldn’t ignore the sick curiosity I felt unfurling in my mind. What exactly was Vegeta doing in Bulma’s room anyway? I steadily stood up and balanced myself on the branch as I wrestled with the different ideas swirling in my mind. 

 

I took a deep breath and counted to ten to completely clear my mind before I swiftly ascended into the air. I landed lightly on the concrete slab, careful to conceal myself in the shadows. I crouched myself down and leaned my back against the glass pane. 

 

Confident that my energy was in fact hidden I carefully leaned over to peer into the room. With the curtain drawn it was easy to survey the area. I couldn’t see Vegeta anywhere but I was positive I had just seen him enter the room. Bulma was easy to spot, she was dressed in a simple white cotton shirt and low riding pajama bottoms. Her baby bump was obvious as she was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed to her chest and her back resting against the headboard. I noted that the bathroom door was open and the light was in fact on. I returned my attention to Bulma’s wicked smile, her eyes crinkled at the edges as she stared at the wall ahead of her. A stifling wave of adoration crashed over me and I ignored my rapidly racing heart. I refocused myself and took into account the recent changes to the room I had spent many nights in. 

 

The layout of the room itself hadn’t changed but there were no more pictures of us displayed on her vanity nor were there any pinned to her walls. I ignored how my chest tightened at the notion. Her room had always been a chaotic disarray, regularly full of immature memorabilia but now it looked like the sophisticated room of a heiress. I curiously wondered about this dramatic shift as I drew my attention back towards the bathroom, it wasn’t long until I saw the shadow of his figure step into the doorframe. I quickly looked away, carefully calming my racing heart as I glared at the sky ahead of me. That was close, I knew I had just barely caught a glimpse of the saiyan but there was no telling if he caught a glimpse of me. I held my breath as I prayed to Kami that he in fact did not see me.

 

“How was your training today?” The all too familiar voice drifted its way to the balcony. I took a careful breath as I tuned my ears into the conversation; this is what I had come for. 

 

“Tedious to say the least.” The man gruffed out, his footsteps were painfully close and I could see the distinct shadow of his person on the concrete mere inches from my position.  

 

“I can see how training in over eight-hundred times our natural gravity forces can be tedious.” Bulma casually tossed back.

 

“It’s not the gravity that's boring, it's those blasted bots your father provides.” The saiyan verified back as his shadow slowly disappeared. “They’re as dumb as that scar-faced weakling you used to keep around.” He clarified mockingly. 

 

Bulma’s haughty laughter filled the room and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from fuming, either he knew I was here or they casually joked about me in their free time. I gathered my nerves, it was definitely the latter. I knew this was my only way to obtain information. Eventually, Vegeta was going to slip up and say something I could use against him. As her laughter died down my dismay towards the situation brewed while I waited for Bulmas' response.

 

“Well I’m sorry he used the wrong prints for your droids. Don’t worry your highness, you'll have some new equipment by the end of the day tomorrow.” Bulma commented back, she was still obviously amused by the man's previous statement. 

 

“What’s happening tomorrow?” The saiyan casually questioned, judging by the sound he was a good distance from the door. 

 

“Oh, did I not mention my father is upgrading the unit tomorrow?” The women explained  impassively. 

 

“What kinds of upgrades?” The saiyan cautiously queried. Judging by the sound of his voice I was confident he was nowhere near the door so I risked a peep past the frame. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. 

 

The sight of a practically naked Vegeta propped up in Bulmas’ bed with his hands behind his head as said pregnant woman was sitting atop his lap will forever be seared in my mind. I was no longer worried about the saiyan taking notice of me. It was obvious he was focused on her, which worked in my favor since I couldn’t help but gawk at the situation. 

 

“Oh you know, just some gravity specs…those training algorithms…Oh, and that cloaking device you had requested.” Bulma elucidated lazily while she traced her fingers along with the scars on the saiyans’ pecs. 

 

A smirk curved at the man’s lips and he withdrew his arm from behind his head. I swallowed down my dismay when he settled his hands on Bulmas’ hips. “It’s about damn time, I was beginning to think you had forgotten about those.” He freely mocked.

 

I cursed the way Bulmas eyes lit up at his response, “Oh please, I don’t forget anything Mr. Prince.” She teasingly implied as she pouted out her lips. I swallowed the bile that rose in the back of my throat at such a sight.

 

“You forgot about one thing.” He casually bit back. 

 

Bulma raised a cautious brow as she slowly pulled away from the man, “Oh yeah, and what would that be.” She asked coyly.

 

“You forgot to give your father the proper battle droid prints.” He pensively chidded the woman. 

 

Her face screwed in obvious frustration, “His bots can’t be that bad!” She defended her father's work as she crossed her arms to her chest.

 

“Please, that short bald friend of yours could work circles around those blasted bots.” He emphasized his statement by rolling his eyes. 

 

“Hey, just be glad you have something to do all day! I’ve been demoralized; stuck watching shitty television shows with my mother for Kami’s sake.” She bit back in what I could only assume was blatant frustration.

 

The smirk on the saiyans’ lips practically drew to a full fledged smile, “Spare me your tales of nonsense torture.” He mockingly insisted. 

 

“Only on one condition!” The woman proudly declared as she beamed a smile back at the alien.

 

He cocked up an eyebrow, his smile dropping as he gave the woman a serious once over.

 

“What are your conditions?” He mused cautiously.

 

Bulma smiled wickedly at the man as she took one calculated finger and pointed to a small raised scar in the middle of his chest, “This one! Where did you get it?” She questioned earnestly.

 

I watched his hands on her hips as he carefully rubbed up her sides, “Namek.” He briskly stated.

 

She rolled her eyes, “Where on Namek, I know you fought multiple people there.” She countered as she urged the saiyan to answer truthfully.

 

“It’s the fatal blow Frieza landed.” He confirmed lightheartedly.

 

Bulma's eyes widened at the explanation and she covered the scar with the palm of her hand. The two of them stared at each other in the silence of the room and I couldn’t look away from them. I couldn’t believe I just witnessed not only a somewhat civil conversation between the two but a moment in time where Vegeta actually seemed like a normal individual. I suddenly felt very guilty for my previous assumptions about the man, as I looked at the two of them it was obvious there was some sort of chemistry between them. I felt a familiar ache in my chest as I forcibly tore my gaze away from the estranged couple. 

 

I glared at the stars above me as I sorted through my puzzled mind. Hours ago I was convinced whatever had happened between the two of them had to have been a one time deal. It appeared as if that was not the case; an icy current swept up my spine as I realized the extent of my situation. Maybe I had been wrong, it was hard to ignore the obvious ache in my heart. Having to bear witness to the woman I truly loved for so many years, staring adoringly at an alien man like that. What confused me the most, was to see the man who had stood by and watched me die as if it was some sort of twisted game, lying in that bed as if he hadn’t executed Frezias’ heinous order himself. I was torn, of course I wanted to see the brutish man change his ways but to know it cost my beloved's heart just destroyed something in me. 

 

I was pulled from my worrying thoughts by the distinct sound of lips smacking, are they seriously going to do that right now? I knew it was about time for me to leave but I still had one thing pestering my mind. 

Bulma and I’s sex life had always been somewhat strained. She would ask me to do things that I was honestly very uncomfortable with. No matter how I tried to spice things up in the bedroom she would always seem half interested. I exhaled a steady breath and braced myself before I risked another glance into the room. I could feel my face heating up as I stared on insanely intrigued; Bulma and I had made out plenty of times but never like that.

 

This kiss appeared desperate, Bulmas’ arms were wrapped around the saiyans’ neck while the mans’ hands were squeezing her hips with obvious restraint. I watched in honest curiosity as the couple engaged in the passionate affair. Vegeta swiftly broke the kiss and I was captivated as I watched him nip down the womans’ neck. He continued his ministrations down her collar bone before retracing his path back upwards. I watched as his hand disappeared underneath the hem of her shirt and I focused on Bulmas’ reaction as she let out several heavy huffs. I had no clue what his hand was doing but it would cause the occasional moan to tear past her lips. The man lifted his head and pulled himself away slightly; she groaned in disapproval as she stared back at the saiyan through lidded eyes. In the flash Bulmas’ shirt was pulled off her figure and hastily thrown to the side. 

 

The saiyan buried his face in her collarbone once more, I eagerly focused on his hands as they traveled all over her. With one calculated hand he rolled her left nipple through pinched fingers while his other hand continued to squeeze the ample flesh of her ass. “Vegeta, Please!” Her plea was choked between moans. 

 

I quickly grew embarrassed as I realized that I was honestly watching this! 

 

“Please what Woman?” The saiyans’ cocky question rumbled through the room even though his face was buried in her neck; there was no way they were aware of my attendance, I should leave.

 

“Please let me do something for you.” Bulma hastily insisted as she pushed herself away from his ministrations.

 

The saiyan lifted his head and straightened his back, he flashed the woman a cautious brow, in the next instant the sickening sound of a smack to bare flesh resounded through the silence of the room. It was quickly followed by a very erotic moan. 

 

I held myself back as I realized he had just smacked her ass, the same hand was carefully rubbing over the reddened flesh. The saiyan kneaded one of her breasts in one hand while leaned forward and took the unattended breasts’ pert nipple between his teeth, the woman let out a hiss as a familiar clap rang through the room. The saiyan pulled back from the woman, he gave her a cocky smirk, “Just this once little minx.” The alien arrogantly clarified before he withdrew his hands. 

 

A wicked smile curved at Bulmas’ lips.

 

“You stay right here.” She crooned as she pushed the man back with a single finger before she maneuvered herself off the saiyan. 

 

The alien put his arms back behind his head and relaxed down into the mattress, his eyes glued on Bulma. I risked a glance at the saiyans’ groin, he was probably just a tad bit longer than my own but it was obvious, even from here, that he has a phenomenal girth. I reprimand myself for actually comparing anything to the saiyan in the first place. At least that gnat of curiosity had been resolved. I refocused and followed Vegetas’ line of sight, I caught the hitch in my breath at the sight of Bulmas’ naked beauty. She had striped her bottoms off and the familiar blue curls were on full display underneath her well rounded belly. 

 

I ignored the building heat in my abdomen as I watched her straddle the man backwards. My own fingers twitched as I watched her shimmy herself back a bit before she confidently grabbed the base of the other mans’ cock. She laid teasing kisses down his flesh, my eyes snapped over to Vegetas’ reaction. It was impossible to discern his expression since his face was obstructed due to being buried between the womans’ thighs. I was never really into that ordeal but I continued to focus my attention on my ex-girlfriend, I was curious about her reaction. My eyes’ widened as I witnessed the salacious image of her lips wrapping around the saiyans’ cock. The lewd sounds drifted along with the wind as the obscene scene played out before me. Vegeta landed another swift smack to the womans’ behind and a moan tore past her occupied lips. She popped his cock out of her mouth to release another choked moan. 

 

The sound encouraged the man to land another smack to her reddened flesh, he massaged over the ample flesh, it was sure to bruise later. She continued to suck on the saiyans’ cock, her lips barely encompassing the head before she easily engulfed him to his base. The man let out a choked grunt from between her thighs and laid a lighter slap to the already abused flesh of her ass. The salacious sounds of their foreplay sparked a flame within my own abdomen, I watched as one of Bulmas’ hands gently cupped the saiyans’ testicles as she began to bob her head. 

 

The ordeal lasted for a hellacious amount of time. I watched as the saiyan removed his hand from her ass and it disappeared down between their bodies. I wondered exactly what the saiyan was doing with his barbarous hand before I focused on Bulma as she popped off his cock once more to announce her praise with a lewd mantra of the saiyans’ name. I had never heard her cry out in such a way; Bulma had never been this vocal during our coupling. 

 

It wasn’t long before Bulma buried her face in the saiyans groin, her breathing labored as her body seized up in a way I had never before witnessed. The saiyans hand found its place back on her ass, I envied the hand as it massaged the flesh of the woman twitching on top of him. Did she just have an orgasm? If that was the case then my ego was shattered, I’ve never gotten a reaction like that out of any of the women I’ve had the pleasure of bedding. I stared in awe as Bulma pushed herself up on shaky arms so she could maneuver herself around. She easily situated herself in front of the saiyan. Her lower half continued to straddle the aliens’ hips as she stared at him through lidded eyes.

 

There were no words exchanged between them as she skillfully settled herself down on the saiyans’ cock. The saiyan bit back a hiss as his eyes raked over the beauty before him. His hands began trailing her figure as she set up her own rhythm, her hips slowly rose before she’d swifty drops back down. Her arms braced against the mans’ chest as she added a little more speed to her rocking hips. I could hear my own racing heart along with the erotic sounds of flesh slapping together. I had to give the couple props, this was far better than any premium porn I had stolen from Roshi. 

 

A new sense of envy rapidly builds in my chest as I watch as Vegetas’ left hand draws up, occasionally kneading Bulmas’ naked flesh. On his journey he stopped to tease one of her nipples, attentively rolling the teat between his fingers before he palmed at the cushiony flesh. His hand continued its journey as it caressed up her collarbone towards her neck, he wrapped the hand cautiously around the womans’ throat.     

 

“Please!” The blue haired beauty practically purred out. I witnessed the sick smile curve at the saiyans lips as his hand tightened its restrained grip. A sensual whimper left the womans’ throat as she ground her hips down. I was obviously very jealous of the man who was quite literally balls deep in my ex-girlfriend. I couldn’t tear myself away, I would have never considered any of the things that he had done in the last ten minutes but by gauging Bulmas’ reaction I realized maybe I was a prude in the bedroom. I bite down my obvious heartbreak as I continue to survey the couple with a keen eye. 

 

Maybe I can learn something from the saiyan by the end of this. Vegeta still had his hand around Bulmas’ throat while his other hand was positioned on her hip as he encouraged her to continue bouncing on his cock. I was thoroughly enjoying the show until suddenly the mans’ hold on her hip tightened, his fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh; surely hard enough to leave bruises. Bulma released a choked groan of protest as she tried to buck her hips down. 

 

“It’s my turn Woman.” The saiyan brutally announced as he released his grip on the blue haired womans’ throat. I couldn’t believe the jolt of excitement down my own spine at his order. 

 

Bulma hastily nodded in acknowledgement as she stared at him adoringly, her body was still; as if she was waiting for something. 

 

“Settle yourself on your left side Woman.” He asserted confidently. Bulma eagerly complied. I wondered about the dynamics of their love making as I hungrily looked over Bulmas’ magnificent body while she maneuvered around. I had no clue how the saiyan had convinced her to get off her birth control. I couldn’t lie I had been wanting children hence my marriage proposal. I shoved my thoughts aside as I ducked myself down further towards the concrete floor of the patio. Bulma was settling herself on her side, facing me for Kami’s sake. I surely hoped the curtain was doing a good job concealing me as I watched the woman move around a pillow to prop her head up in order to somewhat have a view of the saiyan captivating her attention.

 

The alien was knelt at the edge of the mattress, his arms crossed to his chest as he leered down at the woman beneath him. The saiyan slowly mannered towards her, his arms uncrossing as he eagerly reached out to her flesh. His hands massaged her right leg before he easily manipulated the limb to be straight up against his chest. He continued to knead the flesh of her upper thigh with his left hand while his right hand dropped down to guide his cock. He traced the tip along the soaked slit and I ignored the obvious twitch in my own groin. 

 

I keenly watched Bulmas’ reaction as he bottomed out. Her eyes screwed shut as she tossed her head back, a sultry groan trapped between her clenched teeth. I was truly amazed by the saiyans’ savage endurance. Had I been in his shoes I would have tapped out after being ridden by the blue haired beauty. I was now painfully self conscious of my own sexual prowess. I was totally not going to be taking any of the saiyans' traits to heart but as I continued to watch in morbid curiosity I knew why I had stayed. I trailed the saiyans’ right hand and it slithered its way down to their connected bodies.

 

I had always left the clitorus play to the woman at hand, I was always fumbling down there, at least the women know what to do to themselves, right? I continued to stare at their connected flesh, fascinated by the man’s calculated fingers, Bulma was practically mewling before him. I glanced back up to see her face half buried in the pillows as the saiyan lazily thrust into her. Time merely escaped me as I watched the saiyan skillfully build up Bulmas’ second supposed orgasm. I knew now that in the past I hadn’t lived up to any of these expectations, I shoved down the notion and refocused on the scene before me.

 

Vegeta abruptly pulled himself back and Bulma let out a groan in protest, he ignored her dismay and swiftly flipped the woman onto her back. “Look at me Bulma.” The saiyan passionately commanded, his voice booming through the room; has he no shame. 

 

Bulmas’ eye tore open and her sparkling sapphires gleamed back at the arrogant alien.   

 

“Who do you belong to?” He questioned maliciously, his voice as rough as it was when he had threatened my life the last time I’d seen him. 

 

“You!” Bulma eagerly announced, as if the notion didn’t need a second thought. 

 

A smirk pulled at the saiyans’ lips, “You are so willingly giving yourself to a man such as myself.” He attested cruelly, I had never witnessed such savagery in the bedroom. 

 

Their eyes were locked in their own sickening battle of wits. Bulma fervently licked her bottom lip. “I’ve always dreamed of a prince.” She submissively crooned. 

 

I bit my own tongue at her assertion, I should have known. The honest answer seemed to satisfy the alien and he swiftly thrust back into the woman underneath him. I was astonished by his passionate endeavor as Bulma wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer. Vegeta was already practically leaned over the blue haired beauty, his hands pinning hers to the pillow beneath her head. I yearned to be upclose to witness the raw intensity in both their eyes. I hastily tore myself away, anxiously leaning back against the glass door as I stared at the night sky above. I was getting myself too involved, I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this.

 

The sultry sounds of the couples fornication drifted past me as I reassessed half of my life choices. Bulma was definitely out of bounds now; I obviously needed to work out some things within myself. Bulma’s mantra of raucous moans slipped to the wind as I battled my own frustrated wills. I decided to risk just one last glance. The saiyan had changed positions once again. He had them facing the vanity mirror as he was steadily knelt on his knees. He held the woman up skillfully, her bare back against his sweat soaked chest as he ravaged her with calculated thrusts. 

 

The estranged couple were locked in a desperate kiss. Bulmas’ arms stretched up behind the saiyan, her hands entangled themselves in the spikes of his hair. I stared at the saiyans’ physique. His muscles were well defined as his body meshed with the flesh of my ex-girlfriend. I focused on the hands in amazement, his fingers splayed the expanse of flesh that was Bulmas' magnificent thighs. It appeared as if he was holding the woman with ease, I was always afraid I was going to hurt her but it was obvious to me now that she preferred to be manhandled. 

 

Vegeta broke their kiss and began to bite at her neck similar to how he had earlier in the evening, “Look at yourself in that mirror woman, see how I’ve reduced you to such a status.” The man gruffly announced past the flesh over her collar bone. Bulma stared at her reflection through lidded eyes, a mischievous smile curving her lips. 

 

I suddenly wished I could see both their reflections, from my angle I just barely had a good view of the couple. I watched Bulmas’ breast bounce along as her breath was obviously getting heavier. I hungrily watched as she lulled her head down to nudge at the saiyan. He lifted his head up and their lips connected in another searing kiss. Bulmas’ eyes rolled to the back of her head and I glanced up to try and make out Vegetas’ expression but it was hard to do so with Bulmas’ head in the way. 

 

I dropped my attention down to their conjoined skin and noted Vegetas’ pointer finger working skillful circles around her clit while he hastily thrust into her. I relished the sound of smacking flesh as I stared in amazement, I couldn’t believe they were still going for Kami's sake. I finally tore my eyes away from the sultry scene. 

 

I didn’t understand why I had just put myself thru what other people might consider torture. Yet I knew in the back of my mind I would replay this moment a multitude of times. I had never seen a woman so obviously lost in the throes of passion like that. Bulma’s moans seeped out through the open door, she was clearly still thoroughly enjoying herself. I shook my head to carefully gather my thoughts before I stood on steady feet. I was careful to not let any sign of my shadow drift across the light streaming across the concrete. 

 

I hastily jump over the railing and softly land on my feet, I make calculated jumps to clear the backyard before I launch myself into the air. I ascend to a greater altitude before planning my route south. I distanced myself from modern civilization and as the city line faded, the familiar terrain of the desert set in. I took a steadying breath as I dropped myself off amongst the rocky carverned sand. 

 

I glare up at the night sky to try and find any sort of solace from my racing thoughts. Not only had I lost the girl but I had clearly lost all sense of my mind. I glared down at the device on my wrist, I had hoped this thing would help me find something to verify my obvious hatred for the man. Flashes of my discovery caused me to chuckle, which quickly turned into chaotic laughter. 

 

I smiled up at the night sky through my spontaneous fit of laughter. At some point I had found myself on the ground, catching my breath as I glanced around at the whips of sand being blown by the colder night air. I released a relaxed breath as my mind settled, I had been so blinded by my initial hatred now I felt like a fool. 

 

(Vegeta’s POV)

 

Finally he’s gone. I pinched the small bundle of nerves between my pointer finger and thumb, skillfully rolling the nerve between my fingers. I relish the moan that tore past the blue-haired beauties lips, my other hand kneading the cushiony flesh of her upper thigh. It wasn’t long until the womans’ breath caught in her throat as her body tensed up for the second time tonight. I allowed myself the blissful release and thrust myself deeply within the blue-haired madonna, her body trapped against my chest. I kneaded her thighs as I held her up. My eyes hungrily drink in her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her hair was slicked to her sweat soaked forehead, our eyes barely met in the reflection. Bulma let out a relaxed sigh as she lulled her head back against my shoulder, she tried to steady her racing breath. I could feel her hampering heart against my chest as I placed small nips along the nape of her neck; her body shuddering under my light ministrations.

 

She released a deep chuckle as she stretched her arms up and over my head, her once shaking legs were now steady. I helped ease her down onto the mattress and she easily turned herself around in my arms, I was met by one of her sickeningly genuine smiles. “Now I need a shower.”  She sluggishly announced as she placed a light kiss to my nose. 

 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly at her ridiculous small affections, “Do you need any help.” I mockingly tease back. 

 

She batted her eyelashes at me as she brought a hand up to push her hair out from her face. “Well if you insist.” She playfully tossed back as she pushed herself up and off the mattress. 

 

I raised an eyebrow as I stared at her bare back, I earnestly thought over the offer; I had just showered but I was tempted to watch the water cascade down the womans’ body. The woman had long since disappeared into the bathroom as my mind continued to turn the offer around. Maybe I could ask her if she was aware that the scar-faced weakling was just here. I stretched my own arms up and over my head, that idiot must take me for a fool. 

 

I had spotted his ass in the tree outside, it was strange to me, I had never heard of someone's power level dropping to such a low in a meager amount of time. I have had plenty of bounties over my head, most of them preferring me dead, as to why I had always been constantly aware of my surroundings. Besides it was hard to ignore the obnoxious smell emulating off of him, I can’t lie I was very curious as to why he had shown up in the first place. That was one of the reasons as to why I left the balcony door open. I hadn’t actually expected the man to silently stalk most of that ordeal. 

 

With my mind now swirling with multiple questions, I pushed myself off the bed and sautered towards the bathroom. When I stepped into the room the woman had the door to the shower half pulled as she held one hand out to test the stream of water. She tossed a glance over her shoulder before she stepped into the regulated spray. I swiftly stepped in behind the woman, carefully evading the spraying water as I settled myself into the tiled cubical, I chose to lean against the cool tile wall opposite of the woman. 

 

With my arms crossed to my chest I focused my attention on Bulma. She always seemed to enjoy her showers far too much, her body visibly relaxing underneath the temperate spray of water. As I absentmindedly stared at the woman I went back to my previous train of thoughts. What exactly did the weakling gain from that random stalking attempt? The woman and I hadn’t discussed many ‘entertaining’ topics, it didn’t matter to me that the weakling had witnessed a moment between the woman and I. If anything it provoked my need to excel at the action, the woman had enjoyed herself nonetheless through her blissful ignorance.

 

I had half expected the man to pop out and confront one of us at some point, but like the coward he was, he hid in the shadows. I had to give credit where credit was due, had I not been of a superior race of people, his presence would have been unbeknownst to me. 

 

“What are you thinking about handsome?” The cool questioning voice pulled me from my stupor. 

 

I locked eyes with calming sapphires, “That scar-faced weakling.” I admitted without a second thought. 

 

Her eyes widened before her eyebrows furrowed together, “Yamcha?” She reiterated hastily as she halted her hair washing process. 

 

I nodded my head as an affirmative, she stared back at me quizzically, “Why are you, thinking about him.” She asked dumbfounded. 

 

“Well, he was just here.” I stated a matter of factly.

 

I looked on amused as the woman's mouth dropped agape and her nose crinkled in disgust as she hastily looked around the empty bathroom through the steamed up door. “What do you mean he was just here?” She screeched as she glared back at me, her face red in possible embarrassment. 

 

“He’s not here anymore, he left like five minutes ago.” I casually explained. 

 

“WHAT!” She fumed in obvious confusion, “Vegeta, what the hell are you talking about.” She promptly commanded. 

 

I relished the spike in her attitude, it has been quite a while since she's caused a scene like this. There was no debate in my mind, the woman should obviously know about the weaklings' weird actions. “Well, when I walked out the gravity chamber I felt someone watching me, I couldn’t pick out any distinct power levels but as I searched the back yard from my vantage point up on the balcony I saw him trying to hide in a tree?” I briskly clarified. 

 

Bulma continued to stare at me in bewilderment, “So he’s stalking you?” She choked out as she fumbled to wash her hair. 

 

I had to hold back my chuckle as I cleared my throat before I continued, “Well…you see, I left the balcony door open because I hoped it would scare him off. I mean I can obviously kill him like that,” I paused to snap my fingers before recrossing my arms, “that brazen fool was perched right outside the door for the better half of the evening.” I finished nonchalantly. 

 

I looked on in amusement as the woman gritted her teeth, a familiar fire brooding in her eyes, “And you were aware he was watching us! Why did you leave the door open?” She ranted, her temper flaring wickedly. 

 

At my lack of a quick response she stomped closer to me thrusting a finger out to poke my chest, “Out with it! Why did you leave the door open!” She hissed with pure animosity. 

 

I couldn’t help the smirk curving at my lips, “I didn’t know he was going to proceed to stalk us.” I lightly badgered back, I was joyfully amused by the womans’ response. 

 

She glared daggers at me, her face flushed in what I could only assume was a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. I could tell she was biting the inside of her cheek before she threw her hands up in the air, “To hell with you both!” She cruelly declared as she spun around to finish her shower. She refused to meet my eye as she continued to procure the object needed to wash her body, I enjoyed the silence and the show. 

 

She hastily poured an enormous glob of orange liquid on the poof before she began angrily scrubbing her skin, white suds foaming across her delicate flesh. I cockily eyed my handiwork to her neck before I chanced a glance at her face. I raised a brow as I watched her eyebrows screw together and her nose crinkle once more. I refocused on her hands as she finished washing most of the front of her body.

 

“I hope that pervert learned a thing or two.” The woman interrupted the silence with her retort. I raised a brow and looked up to see she was finally ready to meet my eye. She harshly thrust the poof out towards me and I took the initiative to kneel down and wash her legs. Her earlier attitude abruptly dissipated.  

 

“In what way?” I coaxed curiously as I started my endeavor. 

 

The woman stepped closer to me and crossed her arms to her chest, as she stared at the tiles ahead of her. “Not to boost your already inflated ego, but you’re the second guy I’ve had the pleasure to bed. Consider me picky but know there is no comparing you fellas in that department.” She stated impassively as she raised her foot for me.

 

“I figured as much.” I teased back as I continued ‘helping’ the woman. I glanced up to gauge her reaction. She hardened her glare towards the tile and pursed her lips. 

 

I finished washing her legs and stood up, she quickly turned around and I began scrubbing her back in calculated circles. “What’s your body count?” She crudely needled. 

 

“What do you mean by that?” I challenged harshly as I hastily finished my endeavor.

 

She whirled back around and I held the poof out to her as I met her needling stare. She was surely not asking how many people I had killed, I thought we had discussed this before.

 

She snatched the object from my hand and rolled her eyes before she raised her left eyebrow, “How many people have you slept with.” She inquired assertively before she turned back towards the water.  

 

I watched as the suds were rinsed down the drain, “Do you mean, how many people have I had sex with?” I recited the question back to her in a different manner, just to be sure I understood the connotation of her inquiry. 

 

I glanced back up to see her scrunched up face, she hung the poof on the hook next to her before she dropped arms down, “Yes, Vegeta! That’s exactly what I'm asking.” She wittily retaliated. 

 

I allowed my eyes to rack over the exposed woman in front of me, there were still a few droplets of suds falling off her person, I willingly followed them down the swell of her belly and below. The spraying water trickled down to the tile floor as I finally brought my eyes back up to meet her searing blue stare. “As a teenager I had fooled around with a couple of humanoid specimens. Most of my life has been spent hopping from galaxy to galaxy. As I matured I never bothered with such ridiculous indulgences.” I alluded freely, what I had admitted was completely honest. There was no reason to lie to her.

 

Her eyes searched my own, she was obviously trying to decipher if I had been dishonest with her. Seemingly satisfied with her findings she nodded her head, she reached her arm out and pulled at my bicep. I allowed her to draw me towards her, the temperate spray falling atop both of us. “Am I prettier than those alien girls?” She quietly questioned as she withdrew her hand from my bicep. 

 

I let out a chuckle as I met her captivating stare, “Define pretty.” I cockily instructed. 

 

She opened her mouth as if she was about to angrily toss something back at me, then recognition dawned on the blue haired beauties face as she realized I had been joking. Her lips curved to a smirk and before she could speak I interrupted her, “I would consider myself picky as well woman.” I tossed the blue haired woman's words back at her and it seemed to amuse her even more; her smile widened and she wrapped her arms around my neck. 

 

She leaned in closer, “Lucky for me!” She quipped before she landed a shift kiss to my cheek before she quickly withdrew herself to turn off the water. She tossed a confident smirk over her shoulder as she slid open the door to step out of the shower. I quickly raise my ki to dry whatever water was left behind before following in step behind her. The woman stood to the side with her leg propped up on the closed toilet lid as she dried off her body. I decided to leave her be. I proceeded to make my way out of the bathroom, I strolled over towards the balcony and swiftly slid the door closed before pulling the curtain too. Within seconds I was settled underneath the covers of the woman and I’s shared bed, I crossed my arms behind my head as I allowed myself to relax. 

 

I absentmindedly stared at the wall ahead as I planned for tomorrow. I was tempted to go out into the wilderness a good distance from here but there was something pestering me in the back of my mind, it highly advised against that notion. I couldn’t lie, training had grown tedious with those mediocre bots and I was eagerly awaiting these upgrades. Bulmas’ naked form stepped into view as she settled herself in front of her dresser, I watched as she searched through her dresser drawers. My scheming was shoved to the back of my mind as I willingly observed the blue haired oddity as she proceeded to pick out an outfit. She opted for a simple pair of white cotton panties and a teasingly short shirt with her company’s logo plastered on the front. 

 

She continued to walk across the room, her obvious destination, the light switch. I admired the way her dampened hair fell around her face. I quite liked her recent haircut, it reminded me of her hair on Namek. In an instant the light was gone but I could still make out her figure as she sauntered her way over to the bed. It wasn’t long until I felt the mattress shift as the woman settled herself underneath the cover before she scooted her way towards my relaxed position. As she curled around me I took one of my arms from behind my head to gently drape itself over her shoulder. The woman let out a relaxed sigh and made herself comfortable against my chest. 

 

No words were exchanged and an even silence filled the room; I had grown accustomed to this particular exchange.  

 

I ignored the gnat of anxiety picking at the back of my mind, I still have eleven months to figure this out.

 

(Bulma’s POV)

   

As my aching bladder pulled me from my sleep I instantly noted the saiyans’ solid chest against my back and his arms wrapped around my waist. If it had been any other morning I would have been thoroughly pleased with his presence. I began the daunting task of unwrapping myself from the alien who shared my bed. Once free from his hold I push myself up and swing legs over the mattress with haste. 

 

My journey to the bathroom was short and while I sat to relieve my bladder I reviewed my plan for the day. I hadn’t anticipated Vegeta still being asleep, the sun had already risen which meant it was at least six in the morning. After washing my hands I proceed with my normal morning routine. I downed my vitamins before preparing my toothbrush. My mother surely programmed the house droids to bring breakfast. While I rinsed my mouth I decided I would wait until later in the morning before I make my desired trip down to the private laboratory. 

 

As I wiped my face, I met my own determined stare in the mirror, nothing was going to stop me from my decision to go against the doctors’ orders. After rehanging the hand towel I turned to face the saiyan prince who I presumed was still sleeping in bed. He had moved over quite a bit and had settled himself on his back, his right arm draped over his eyes while his left arm was splayed out over the empty side of the king sized mattress. I leaned against the frame of the bathroom door and casually focused my full attention on this sleeping form. I curiously wondered about our late conversation in the shower.

 

I had put the whole Yamcha ordeal on the back burner for now, I will deal with him later. There were more pressing matters on my mind. As I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest I pondered his admission. He hadn’t gone into detail on any level but he had given me an answer nonetheless. The man had undeniable skill in the bedroom, I just couldn’t believe that he didn’t have multiple years of experience. Apparently the adolescent Prince had done some intense fooling around with those couple of girls; I was suddenly very curious about who those girls had been. I pushed myself off the frame and strolled over to the bed, before I settled myself down. I looked over the saiyans’ half covered body. He practically admitted I was the first person he had slept with in a long time, how long had he abstained from sex; how old was he? That particular question had never crossed my mind before. As I peered down at the sleeping alien I tried to guess his age. 

 

I started to compare the saiyan in my bed to my life-long friend. Although Vegeta was slightly shorter than Goku they appeared to be about the same age. I felt my face heat up, if that were the case that would make him younger than me! I had to settle this, I crawled onto the bed and sat myself up with my back against the headboard. With a determined hand I reached out to the arm covering the saiyans face, I gave the bicep a good nudge. The man let out a grunt but that wasn’t going to be enough for me. I nudged the bicep again, he let out a sigh and removed his arm from over his eyes, choosing to drop it down to his chest. “What?” He grumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep. 

 

“How old are you?” I fervently asked. 

 

He let out another sigh, “A bit early for questions isn’t it?” The saiyan callously tossed back.

 

I rolled my eyes at his reaction, “Oh please, if the gravity chamber was available you’d already be out of bed!” I badgered back at the saiyan.

 

The alien let out a chuckle as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, “Just let me think about it for a minute.” The saiyan announced as he rubbed over his face. 

 

I was shocked by his lack of an answer to such a simple question, my eyebrows drew together as I cautiously looked over the saiyan, was he decades older than me? “Think! You don’t know the number off the top of your head?” I nagged in confusion.

 

The saiyan shot me a scowl and crossed his arms to his chest, “You don’t necessarily keep track of time when you spend the majority of your life in the blackness of space.” He angrily commented. 

 

My eyes widened at his explanation. “Well, do you know if you’re older than Goku?” I calmly coaxed. 

 

The saiyan shot another glare my way, “Yes I’m older than Kakarot, his older brother was two years younger than me.” He clarified briskly. 

 

I repeated his statement back to myself, trying to do my own sort of mental math, “Why does my age matter?” The saiyan interrupted my calculations with his frustrated question.

 

I felt my cheeks heating in embarrassment, “It just does…” I gripe back without further explanation. 

 

The saiyan rolled his eyes before he glared back at me, I could see him trying to work through the numbers himself, “How old does Kakarot consider himself in Earth years?” He asked plainly. 

 

“He’s twenty nine.” I quickly clarify. 

 

Vegetas’ eyebrows furrowed together and I noticed his fingers tapping against his bicep. I only had to wait a minute before he calmly broke the silence, “I’m roughly thirty-four years old, according to ‘Earth’ standards.” He coolly announced. 

 

I let out a sigh of relief, oh thank Kami; there was no insane age gap. “Well, I’m thirty-three, I turn thirty-four in August.” I eagerly inform the saiyan. 

 

He rolled his eyes and let out a huff. I glanced over at the alarm clock on my bedside table and noted that it was five minutes until seven. 

 

“The house bots will be bringing breakfast shortly.” I quickly changed the subject. 

 

“Why aren’t we going to the kitchen to eat?” He addressed calmly; I let out my own frustrated huff. 

 

I hadn’t really explained my predicament to the saiyan, “I’m not supposed to exert any unnecessary energy, per my doctors’ orders. So my mother has skillfully assured me that I shouldn’t have to leave the comfort of my room.” I retorted nonchalantly.

 

The saiyan tossed me a raised brow but didn’t say anything else. Sure enough as soon as the clock hit seven multiple house droids rolled in with plates of food. I only had to lean over slightly to reach one of the plates off one of the bots, the rest of them were for Vegeta naturally. 

 

We ate our breakfast in a comfortable silence, it was a nice change of pace to have his company during a meal. The house bots lined themselves up to the side as they waited for the empty dishes.

 

When the last bot left Vegeta briskly stood out of bed and strode over to the dresser to grab himself some spandex and socks. I marveled at his naked body before he pulled the spandex over his sculpted ass. He proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed in order to quickly pull on his socks and lace up his abused sneakers. He swiftly stood up and I fawned over his muscles as he stretched his arms on his small journey towards the balcony. After he slid the door open he turned his head over his shoulder and our eyes locked. It was hard to discern any emotion behind the dark calculated gaze, there were no words exchanged between us. With a swift nod of his head he stepped out onto the balcony and he abruptly slid the door closed behind him.

 

Finally some ‘me’ time. I had no clue if my mother was still home but I was positive I could find my way down to the laboratory without a single run in with the woman. I eagerly pushed myself out of bed and strolled over to the dresser. I opened one of the drawers and sorted through my wide variety of leggings, I eventually settled on the lavender ones. With the help of the dressers’ surface I pulled the soft material over my legs. I went to work picking out a shirt, I was not going to work in a crop top; I settled on a cool gray cotton t-shirt. After closer inspection I noted the miniature capsule corps logo that was neatly centered on the left sleeve. I discard my previous shirt to the side and quickly pull the other material over my head.  

 

I strolled over to the bathroom to locate my hairbrush. After neatly brushing the straightened hair I smiled at my reflection. I had already gone over my plan multiple times, it was time to set things into motion. I started a confident strut out of the bathroom and I glanced at the time. It was already eight o’clock, my father was surely already in the gravity chamber installing those upgrades. I opened my closet and easily selected a pair of sneaks and a pair of socks from my hanging organizer. With my items secured I sat myself on the edge of the mattress. It took more effort than I would have liked to tie my shoes. Once the task was complete I pushed myself up and eagerly strolled out of my room, quietly closing the door behind me. 

 

~

 

The journey down to the private laboratory hadn’t been as easy as I anticipated, thankfully there were plenty of walls to rest my back against along the way. When I finally made it through the door I took several deep breaths on my last stride towards my desk. I swiftly pulled the rolling chair out from its pushed position underneath the desk and carefully sat myself down. It was easier to ease my heavy breathing as I relaxed into the chair. I rubbed over my stomach through my shirt as I felt the baby toss a handful of kicks directly upwards thankfully missing my ribs.

 

After relaxing for the better half of five minutes I scoot my chair closer to my desk. I leaned up to press the power button to my computer and while I waited for it to boot up I swiftly pulled open my top right hand drawer. Sure enough my father had acquired the equipment for the cloaking device but I noted a missing gadget. My energy cloaking watch wasn’t anywhere in the drawer, so I proceeded to check the next two drawers underneath; it was still nowhere to be found. I made a mental note to ask my father about its whereabouts. 

 

I refocused my mind and began organizing the different papers scattered atop my desk, I don’t remember leaving it this disorganized. After sorting through the multitude of different papers I unveiled the two notebooks I had originally sent my mother to retrieve yesterday. With my desk somewhat cleared enough to work on, I eagerly opened one of the notebooks and flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for. The section of the notebook had been rightfully labeled and I eagerly reacquaint myself with the saiyans’ battle armor. My initial few designs were similar to the original set of armor but I had decided to put on my own little flair to it of course. I reached out for one of the several pens scattered atop my desk and wrote out a list of all the z-fighters. 

 

I would need at least seven suits, as I tapped my pen to the page I settled on making ten. I glanced up to my computer and noted it was in fact ready, I quickly typed in my password. I began searching through the magnitude of different files, each one of them were projects that had been saved to my hard drive. It didn’t take long to locate the file pertaining to the bulk of the formulas and processes to make the materials to the battle suits.

 

~

 

I had been diligently working through the past two and a half hours, at this point I had no clue as to why I had been put on bedrest. The baby was doing just fine, they were active and throwing plenty of kicks but none of them did little to disturb my flow. My fabric replicating machine had been programmed with the process of generating and bolting over seventy yards of the flexible blue fabric. I would use it to make the bulk portions of the body suit that went underneath the armor. With the help of a worker bot I had secured my dads take on a sewing machine. I easily located the left over materials I had left from my previous work with the battle suits over a year ago. I didn’t have much of the blue fabric but I had over estimated the amount of white material that I needed for the gloves and outlayer layers of the boots. 

 

I had decided to use what was left to make two more sets of gloves. I had skillfully finished the first set. I was carefully seaming the fingers of the next glove when I felt a sudden warm rush of something uncomfortably wet between my legs. “What the..” I hastily shove my chair out from underneath my workstation, I felt the blood drain from my face as I was met with the sight of my soaked leggings. 

 

“Oh Crap!” The daunting realization that my water had just broken shook me from my shocked stupor. I comforted myself while I calmed my breathing. I’ll be okay, it's fine that I’m going into labor at just thirty-six weeks, right? I stared across the room at the office phone on my desk. I steadily stood up from my seat at my work bench and calmly walked over to the phone. I picked up the receiver and quickly dialed my obstetricans’ number, I had it memorized for this exact reason. With two steady rings the receiver connected, “Hello, Dr. Bridget Evens speaking..” Her cheery voice chirped. 

 

“Hey Doctor B, it’s Bulma,” I politely announced and she hastily interrupted. “Yes, Mrs. B, what can I help you with? Have you stayed in bed like I asked, is there something wrong?” She speedily prattled . 

 

I gather my nerves and let out a light chuckle, “Nothing is wrong, per say, it’s just my water just broke.” I briskly explained. 

 

I heard a muffled voice through the receiver before she was back, “Alright Mrs. B, let me wrap up my current appointment and clear my schedule for the day. You need to get someone to help you down to the delivery room in the compound. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be there in about thirty minutes,” She explained in a calm manner. 

 

“Will do.” I replied breathlessly the other line deadening, leaving a slight ring in my ear. I calmly hung the receiver back in place as I stared down at my stomach. I rubbed over my bump carefully, “You have inconsiderate timing little one.” I jokingly teased the bump.

 

“What's going on here!?”  A familiar harsh voice raspily commanded. 

 

I swiftly turned myself around to be met with a very confused looking saiyan in the doorway. “Woman, did you piss yourself?!” He rasped with his face screwed in disgust.

 

“No! You asshole! My water just broke!” I harshly confirmed, obviously annoyed by his comment.  

 

He hastily crossed his arms to his chest as his face stayed screwed in confusion, “What water?” He sneered back.

 

I let out an annoyed huff as I rolled my eyes at his ignorance, “You brute! I’m about to go into labor. That's what this means!” I fumed back at the saiyan while I gestured down to my soaked leggings. I was not in the mood to level with him. 

 

Vegetas’ eyebrows shot up as his nostrils flared, “What is labor?” He thundered as he stomped his way towards me. 

 

“It means your son will be born soon.” I callously disclosed, the saiyan abruptly stopping a few feet in front of me. 

 

He gave me a careful once over, his casual cold shadow glossing over his stare, “So there is nothing wrong with you.” He confirmed as he met my aggravated stare. 

 

“No, I'm fine, at least for now.” I easily confirmed, I couldn’t help my intrigue at his sudden appearance, “Why are you here anyway?” I curiously question the saiyans’ actions. 

 

He raised a cautious eyebrow, “The brats’ ki spiked a tremendous amount, yours had been completely overshadowed, I was curious.” He casually stated, at his gruff explanation, an awful, stiff wave of dread washed over me. 

 

“How strong was it Vegeta?” I hastily questioned. I hadn’t even noticed the ordeal. 

 

He merely shrugged his shoulders, “It’s nothing to concern yourself with Woman. It only happened once, it didn’t last long at all.” He assured me, completely avoiding my question. 

 

“How strong was ‘it’ Vegeta!?” I reiterated as my patience with the man quickly dwindled lower. 

 

“What’s the short bald mans’ name?” He calmly asked.

 

“Krillin.” I bite through gritted teeth, I know he was not about to tell me my infant child had enough strength to match a grown man. 

 

“Combine him and that scar-faced weaklings’ power and it's consistent with that one spike.” He casually explained. 

 

I steadied myself by bracing my hand against the hard surface of my desk, my knees suddenly felt weak and it was damn near impossible to swallow the bullet of panic rising in my throat. “My unborn son just had an energy spike that was as strong as two Z-fighters.” I reiterate aloud to myself, my own voice felt so distant. 

 

“As to be expected from my son, I’d be alarmed if he wasn’t stronger than those fools.” The saiyan cockily commented, I was brought out of my stupor by a sudden rush of anger through my veins.  

 

I shot a seething glare towards the prince, “You!” I seethed. 

 

“Me?” The saiyan replied with a raised brow. 

 

“This is your fault! I might die because of this!” I hysterically hissed. 

 

“My fault? Woman, you are the one who crawled into my bed!” He fumed back. 

 

I released a shaky breath as I gave my stomach a careful glance. I didn’t feel anything different but the harsh reality of the situation was finally setting in, “Please don’t hurt me..” I quietly pleaded to my unborn child. 

 

“I told you weeks ago I would see to it that you would persevere through this, don’t you have those stupid healing beans.” He denounced my concern with his callous reminder. 

 

Yes, that’s right! I do have senzu beans, a relieving wave of comfort washed over me. I eased my racing mind by reminding myself that everything including my infirmary bag. When I finally looked up, my eyes locked with saiyans' eyes in shared understanding, the slight gnat of anxiety that nagged at the back of my mind vanquished.  

 

“I need your help.” I solemnly prompted.