Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling Away With You ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.16.2016 | Pages: 13 | Words: 8.5K | Visits: 394 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.16.2016 | Pages: 13 | Words: 8.5K | Visits: 394 | Status: Work In Progress
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Falling Away With You
Chapter 9
Breakfast passed by awkwardly for everyone except for Mrs. Briefs, who seemed to be completely oblivious that Bulma had even had a house guest spend the night with her.
Trunks was unusually quiet too. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but his mom smelled weird and the tension going on between his parents was undeniable.
It wouldn’t be the first time he noticed that there was something going on between them. There were times he knew they were mad at each other; they never fought in front of him but he always could tell when something was a miss there. This was different though. They weren’t mad at each other from what he could tell, but Bulma was definitely avoiding eye contact with his father he noticed and he wondered why.
“Can we go to the park today?” he asked cautiously, breaking the awkward silence.
“Sure, sweetie,” Bulma replied with a strained smile.
“Will you come too?” he asked Vegeta.
Vegeta shrugged. “I suppose,”
Trunks sighed in relief. So they aren’t mad at each other, he thought to himself.
Bulma stopped eating and gave Vegeta the look. She wasn’t stupid. She knew he had made a point of being seen this morning half naked by Derek. Vegeta gave her a brief smirk between mouthfuls, confirming her suspicions.
Not wanting to get into a dialogue over it in front of Trunks, she refilled her coffee and left the table.
“You should have a shower and then we will go,” Vegeta said after her, amusement in his tone. While he acted like he didn’t care that she had spent the night with another male, the smell of him all over her was nearly driving him insane the longer she sat in his presence. He was beginning to feel an emotion he wasn’t quite able to identify.
The more he dwelled on it the more he was wishing he hadn’t just let the other male walk out and leave in one piece. Especially after hearing most of their argument from her bedroom. The balcony doors had been left open and he had still been able to hear them discussing him. Probably the only reason he had not escorted him off forcefully was because he had overheard the way Bulma had valiantly defended him, not allowing the other male to make negative comments about his presence there. She had told him that this was just as much Vegeta’s home as it was hers and the new male had no opinion on the matter. In his mind that meant he’d won and there was no further need to involve himself.
Fuck you, she had wanted to say to Vegeta in reply. It was on tip of her tongue and stinging her lips she wanted to retort so bad, but she refrained for Trunks sake. Plus she knew better than to use that kind of language in front of her mother as well.
As she made her way upstairs, she stubbornly decided she wouldn't shower just on principal. Before Vegeta’s comment she’d had every intention of showering but now she wouldn’t. She knew he had a sensitive sense of smell, it still weirded her out some days and annoyed her that he had these extra heightened senses.
It was early afternoon before everyone got together to head to the park for the afternoon. Vegeta glared at and spoke very little to her, but she acted sweet as pie to him, knowing that would only piss him off further. Mentally she had a bet going on as to whether or not he’d bail with her still smelling like Derek from last night.
In the end, he had decided to bear it and accompany Bulma and Trunks. If he left, like he wanted to, then she would win. He knew she had specifically not showered just to spite him but instead of being annoyed by her, he found himself amused.
“You positively reek,” he growled at her once Trunks had taken off towards the playground and was out of earshot.
“You put yourself on display this morning on purpose,” she hissed accusingly. “So deal with it.”
“I work out every morning,” he snorted.
“Nearly naked, only covering up the bare essentials? I don’t think so,”
“It was exceptionally hot this morning,” he argued.
“It was not,” she replied. “Just admit it, you were jealous.”
Vegeta chuckled darkly. “Jealous of what?”
“Of the fact that I found someone else,” she said. “Though thanks to you and that little exhibition you put on this morning, that’s all over now.”
Vegeta shrugged, feigning indifference, though some part of him was glad to hear her confirm his suspicions that the other male had lost interest. While it had been his intent, he was a little surprised it had been that easy.
Good, he mused to himself. Things can go back to the way they were.
“So now that I’m unattached, what are you going to do about it?” she asked boldly.
“What do you mean?” he frowned. She wasn’t going to be seeing or fucking around with anyone else now, so what was she getting at? He was content for things to go back the way they were before things got awkward between them; however could they remain that way? He admitted to himself recently that a part of him did want her. Except how did he go about getting her?
“What I mean is, what do you want, Vegeta?”
He didn’t have an answer. She had been asking him that a lot recently and it was starting to annoy him because he didn’t know. He wanted her and he wanted to be a part of Trunks’ life but he didn’t know what would be expected of him then. He still wanted the freedom to come and go as he pleased. Would that come to an end?
“Whatever,” she sighed in annoyance at his non answer. “I'm tired of chasing you and hoping for something that will never happen and then when I do try to move on, you fuck it up for me.
“So what’s the deal, Vegeta? Do you want me? Because apparently you don’t want anyone else to,” she asked boldly, turning to look at him. “If you don’t, then please just leave me alone, unless it has something to do with Trunks, I don’t want anything to do with you.”
She started to walk away from him when he grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving.
Bulma looked over her shoulder at him and her hand in surprise. Never had he instigated anything or given her any encouragement and she had no idea what to do so she did the most logical thing that came to mind and took her step back towards him so that she was next to him again.
He hoped she wouldn’t say anything, and so far she hadn’t. This had been the first thing that had popped into his mind as she began to walk away from him.
Stupid boy, he thought to himself. He had been working out with Trunks shortly after that afternoon at the amusement park and he had asked him why he never held hands with Bulma. He hadn’t had an answer. He thought it was stupid. What was the point in trolling around holding hands? He could understand to a point when Bulma held Trunks’ hand, he was a child and she did not want him to get lost. So what was the point in adults holding hands?
He didn’t understand the significance of it, but it shut Bulma up and kept her from leaving. For now, maybe this was enough to make her happy.
Bulma wasn’t sure what to make of this sudden, new development so she laced her fingers with his and stood contentedly next to him. It wasn’t exactly the declaration she wanted, but it was something and she knew she needed to tread carefully.
Tired of standing, she led him to a nearby bench and sat down, still holding hands. She knew she was stupid to be feeling as giddy as she was but she couldn’t help it.
“What are you doing later?” she asked cautiously, the silence beginning to drive her insane.
He shrugged.
“If you want, you can always come hang out with me later on,” she said, trying to sound casual.
He shrugged again. She had taken another man into her bed and had let him use her more than once just last night. It bothered him that she would so quickly invite him while she still smelled of the other.
Yes, the invitation and possibilities were alluring, but he would not pursue her until he could not smell the other man on her.
Bulma bit her tongue to keep from screaming at him and just focused on the beautiful afternoon weather and the small victory she’d gained.
When Trunks was done playing, he came running towards them.
“You guys are holding hands!” he exclaimed jokingly but she could tell he was delighted.
“Hmmn,” Vegeta grunted, letting her hand go as though it was scalding his own.
“You ready to go home?” Bulma asked him, standing up and ignoring Vegeta altogether.
“Ya,” he nodded and they began to make their way back to Bulma's capsule car.
Bulma paused a moment to let Vegeta catch up to her and decided to chance it and take his hand again; she felt her stomach flip in excitement as he didn’t flinch away but allowed the contact.
The ride home and the rest of the day went by without incident. Vegeta seemed to have disappeared, much to Bulma’s disappointment, but she reminded herself that while she may be ready to jump into something that maybe things needed to go a little slower with him. He over thinks everything, she thought to herself as she stepped into her hot bath as part of her usual Sunday evening ritual, after changing the sheets on her bed. For all I know, he’s sitting on some isolated mountain in the middle of nowhere freaking out because we held hands today.
She laid back and took a sip of her wine and stared at the ceiling only now realizing how exhausted she was. Today had been stressful. She hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest to begin with between having sex with Derek and then dwelling on Vegeta and the mixed signals from him. Then she and Derek had broken up first thing in the morning and she’d pretty much spent the afternoon at the park and she was now having second thoughts about what she had said to Vegeta about not wanting him around if he wasn’t interested in her. That wasn’t true, and she hoped he wouldn’t just up and disappear now because she’d let her stupid emotions get the better of her.
If he came back, she decided she would leave him be and let him take the initiative. He knew she wanted him, the rest was up to him now.
She washed her hair, shaved her legs and gave herself a good scrub down, silently shaking her head at herself. She should have showered after her previous night’s activities.
Bulma drained her tub and dried herself off, applying her favourite regimen of lotions and creams to her face and body.
Instead of going to her bonus room to watch tv, she chose to watch tv in bed tonight; maybe fall asleep with the tv on, as she often did.
She was settled and finally chose something to watch when she heard her patio door creak ever so slightly.
“What do you want?” she sighed, unsure of how long he had been out there, but also knowing that he obviously had wanted her to know that he was there if he had allowed himself to make any noise at all.
Vegeta walked into her bedroom cautiously and then closed the door behind him. “You need to quit doing that,”
“Doing what?”
“Leaving your door open,” he clarified. “Anyone could just walk in here.”
“Ya, anyone who can fly,” she rolled her eyes, dismissing his concern. “Besides, I like the breeze coming into my room.”
He didn’t argue further with her, only crossed his arms and leaned against the now closed door, feigning interest in whatever it was she had on the tv.
“You can come over here and stay a while,” she sighed, patting the other side of her bed next to her.
Vegeta looked a moment, not committing either way.
“I changed my bedsheets,” she sighed again in annoyance of his obsessive compulsiveness.
“I can still smell him in here,” he replied sourly, making a face but made his way over to her bed anyway, propping himself up next to her.
They were quiet for a while, both pretending to be absorbed with the tv program.
Feeling confident, Bulma shifted herself closer to him and placed her hand in his, which he allowed. He even clasped his hand around hers in reciprocation even though he still didn’t understand the significance of the gesture. He had thought about it quite a bit today and while he decided he didn’t mind it all that much, he didn’t really understand it. However he likened it to the same outward display of affection Saiyan mates would show by entwining their tails and so that was how he reasoned it and why he allowed it.
Her mind began to wander, trying to think up something to say to him so he wouldn’t just up and leave at any moment.
“I didn’t mean what I said when I told you I didn’t want you around,” she started. “Things don’t have to change,”
He inwardly relaxed somewhat at that; he didn’t want things to change.
“I want to be with you, but I don’t want to ask you for more than you want to give,” she continued awkwardly. “Last time we were together, I didn’t mean to scare you off. I-”
“You rejected me,” he interrupted her.
“Uhm, no,” she shook her head, frowning; completely dumbfounded by his accusation. That was not how she remembered it. “You up and left me mid-hook up in the gravity room and then disappeared without explanation.”
“Yes, because…” he stopped short, not wanting to discuss it. It embarrassed him.
“Because why?” she pressed, turning to look at him. “Vegeta I have wracked my brain over a million times trying to figure out what the hell happened that day. Please, tell me.”
“I bit you,” he answered after a long pause.
“Right,” she nodded, remembering that for herself.
“You reacted negatively,”
“Well it hurt and I didn’t know you were into that or that you were going to…” she spluttered awkwardly trying to recall everything. “It just took me by surprise is all, no big deal. So what? You didn’t have to leave after that the way you did and avoid me.”
He thought about that a moment. So she hadn’t had any idea of the implications behind such an action? Interesting, he thought. “It does not matter,”
“No, Vegeta, it does.” she insisted.
“Biting someone, like where I bit you,” he started. “Is something reserved for mates. It is significant, but not something I meant to do at that time.”
Bulma nodded as she listened to him carefully, glad that he was finally sharing his side of the situation with her. “So because of my reaction, you thought I was rejecting something more… meaningful?”
He nodded once.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she said. “If I had…”
“It does not matter,” he bristled.
“No, I’m sorry I made you feel that way!” she insisted. “You should have told me!”
“It worked out favourably in the end,” he said nonchalantly.
Bulma somewhat balked at that statement. Favourably? How could he possibly think the last four years had worked out favourably? Instead of flying off the handle in offense, she gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking, not wanting to say anything to blow it now that they were having a serious, meaningful discussion about their relationship.
“Favourably in what way?” she asked, feeling that was a safe question that didn’t betray her true feelings of wanting to slap him upside the head.
“When we were together last, it was purely to alleviate a curiosity and a physical need,” he said slowly as though trying to choose his words carefully.
“Ya, you made that abundantly clear,” she agreed.
“In my culture when a couple decides to commit as life mates, they leave and consummate their union for several days and return as mates; bonded in some cases,” he explained awkwardly. He could feel his cheeks getting warm. “A part of that ritual is the male bites the female on the neck during the mating process. It serves to mark her as taken and unavailable to other males. The female does the same in return.”
“The same way we exchange rings,” she said more to herself as she began to understand the whole picture. She tried to keep a straight face and pretend she didn’t notice him blushing.
“Yes, but it is permanent,” he nodded.
“So it’s a serious declaration from your end to do that?” she asked, trying to contain the girlish giddiness threatening to bubble forth.
“Yes, almost instinctual,” he said.
“So you thought I didn’t want that... with you?” she asked as it all finally began to make sense.
Vegeta nodded. “However I did not want that at that time either,”
“You weren’t ready,” she said knowingly.
“No,” he agreed, shaking his head. “I still am not sure if that is what I want,”
“Which is why it was favourable that I reacted the way I did at the time,” she said in understanding. “However I’m sorry for offending you, if I had known...”
“I was not only angry with you,” he interrupted her. “I was angry with myself for not being more conscientious of my actions.”
“And then I told you I loved you and that I was pregnant with Trunks,” she added, only now understanding all that he had been going through at the time. It had been too much, far too quickly; much more than he had been prepared to take on in such a short time and he had lashed out at her in his frustration.
“Having a child and mate was never something I considered for my life,” he admitted. “My plan had been to remain here to train and defeat the androids and then Kakarott and then leave all of this behind and start my own life doing as I pleased.”
“And none of that went down the way you had hoped,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
“No, it did not,” he agreed.
“So after Cell and the androids...” she started cautiously. “You still could have left. I always wondered why you stayed. Especially since it’s not like we were on good terms.”
Vegeta shrugged. He didn’t really have an answer. He had meant to leave many times except for whatever reason he hadn’t. Part of that had been his own depression over everything; it had been so overwhelmingly debilitating that he hadn’t even had the desire to leave or think or do anything productive.
For the first time in his life it had been completely up to him what he could do. There was no one telling him where to be and what he needed to do. He could do literally anything. Except when it came down to it, he had no idea what he even wanted to do and the notion had been terrifying. There were no other Saiyans for him to band together with the hope of re-establishing the former glory of his race. He was the only one left. His desire to build anything again had died with Kakarott, whom he didn’t even have as an adversary or sparring partner anymore at this point.
Trunks being born had put a wrench in his plans, or so he had told himself many times. He had resented the woman and child for a long time, hating the fact that now he had ties here on this planet and telling himself that his new found freedom was lost because of a lapse in judgement on his part.
It had been the time he had spent with the future version of his son training for Cell in the hyperbolic time chamber that had given him pause to even consider staying here whenever he convinced himself to leave. Without that experience, he honestly didn’t know what he would have done otherwise or if he would have recovered from that deep, dark place he had been. He owed much of his recovery to Trunks and to Bulma too, if he was honest with himself.
“Your nagging and bitchiness was not all bad,” he said finally, looking at her. He wanted to tell her that she had played a huge role in bringing him back to himself but he didn’t know how. “I needed a kick in the ass,”
“I'm not going to lie, you scared the shit out of me,” she admitted, though she smirked at herself in memory of walking into his dark den and yanking the blankets off of him and demanding he come outside to eat with her and Trunks. In hindsight, that hadn’t been such a wise idea and had he not been in the depressive state he was in, on any other occasion her life would have probably been ended.
As she looked at him, she noticed his eyes wander to look at her mouth and she could tell he was considering kissing her. She wanted to make that decision easier for him by closing the gap between them but she reminded herself that it had to be him who made the effort.
He looked back at her in indecision. He wanted her, but he was afraid to want her, he realized. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was afraid of, but he was afraid and it disgusted him because he wasn’t afraid of anything.
The longer he thought of it the clearer it became to him that he was afraid of failure. What if he couldn’t do this... relationship thing she so desperately wanted with him? Nothing in his life up to this point had prepared him for fulfilling this role in life.
He’s over thinking it now, she told herself in disappointment; she could tell by the now guarded expression on his face that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Her instinct was to say something to encourage him, but her own fear of rejection was stronger. Instead, she leaned back, looking expectantly at him. She wasn’t going to be the instigator here. She was done playing that game with him.
As much as he tried to deny it, Bulma was special to him. He did not want to cause her undo pain if things didn’t work out between them but on the other hand, he didn’t want her with anyone else either. The last few months she had dated Derek had shown him that.
He reached up and gently touched the side of her face. His heart and head and gut telling him to chance it. She had taken a chance on him in taking him in and letting him stay in her home despite knowing what kind of a man he was and after all the horrible things he had said to her and the things he had done, she had still let him remain here and had not given up on him; even let him have a relationship with his own son. Maybe it was time for him to take a chance on her and trust that what she wanted from him wasn’t such a horrible thing.
With that thought in mind, he leaned in and kissed her.
Bulma responded immediately, kissing him back eagerly, trying to refrain from not being too enthusiastic was in the back of her mind, but her mouth had other ideas and a mind of its own.
She placed her other hand lightly on his jawline, just below his ear before breaking their kiss; she had been holding her breath the last few minutes in anticipation of what he would do until he had kissed her and now she was oxygen deprived and breathless.
Instead of pulling away from her, he leaned in and kissed her again a moment later lightly on the lips once, twice, three times before she opened her mouth up again for him, inviting him to deepen the kiss, which he did.
She let go of his hand and shifted somewhat so she wasn’t craning her neck so much as she kissed him back longingly.
After a few minutes he pulled away from her; they both needed air.
She bit her lower lip and smiled at him, her whole body was warm from excitement and she wondered what he had in store for her.
Instead of leaning in to continue, he made to leave, which puzzled her. She placed her hand on his, in an effort to get him to stay with her.
“You can’t just show up in a girl's bedroom at night, kiss her within an inch of her life like that and then leave,” she said in a joking tone, but she was serious.
“I can still smell him in your bed,” he replied dryly.
“Well we can go to your bed if that will make you feel better,” she said, inwardly cringing at how desperate she sounded.
“No, we will wait,” he said, smirking at her.
“Alright,” she agreed. In a way, she didn’t mind all that much. After all, she had slept with someone else not twenty four hours ago. Something she was deeply regretting at the moment. However, if she and Vegeta were going to make the honest effort this time, she wanted it to be real and not just based on sex. “I’ll still be up for a bit, you can stay and watch tv with me if you want.”
He considered her offer and decided to accept. After all, he was going to chance this relationship thing, wasn’t he?
Vegeta nodded and removed his boots before making himself comfortable beside her again. She took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder contentedly and he decided that it wasn’t so bad.
“You can use the door next time you’d like to talk to me, you know,” she said.
“What is wrong with the balcony?” he asked. “You feel it necessary to leave it open; that is why I use it.”
“It’s creepy,” she replied. “How am I sure you’re not lurking around and watching me change?”
“You are obviously unconcerned about who sees you seeing as you leave it open,” he pointed out.
“Because no one else can get up there!”
He thought about her argument a moment. It was true, no one aside from the Z fighters were able to get up there and he knew that they all knew better than to even attempt it. Not only because they would receive his wrath but if she caught any of them, she would make sure they regretted it for a long time. “Fine, but I do not lurk around to watch you change,” he growled, offended that she would think he would stoop to such lewd conduct.
“How do I know that?” she retorted teasingly.
“Because I am not a perverted turtle hermit,”
“No, you aren’t,” she giggled, letting the matter slide.
They watched tv together in companionable silence until he noticed Bulma had fallen asleep. He carefully got out of her bed, turned off the tv and promptly shut her balcony door.
The next morning, Bulma was dragging her heels, not wanting to go to work and face Derek. However she knew she couldn’t be a coward and call in sick either. Not only because she was worried about what Derek would think because he’d obviously know she wasn’t but they also had to finish their statement to the press over the angry workers.
She held her breath in the elevator until she made it to the sales floor and walked brusquely to her office, not stopping to talk to anyone in case they already knew. Not everyone knew they had been dating but if someone found out about their break up, she was sure then everyone would hear about it.
“Hey,” Derek greeted her cautiously a few moments after she entered her office. “I brought you a coffee,”
“Thanks,” she smiled awkwardly at him. “You really didn’t have to do that,”
“I know,” he nodded. “But I figured today would be as awkward for you as it is for me and thought I may as well break the ice with a peace offering.”
“An extra-large coffee on a Monday morning is always an acceptable peace offering,” she chuckled, thankful that he was making the effort to not let this be any more uncomfortable than it already was. “Look, I’m sorry about this weekend-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said waving his hand in dismissal. “It happens. I’ll be fine,”
“Okay,” she nodded at him. “So where do we stand with these protesters?” she asked. There didn’t seem to be any out front, as she had expected.
Derek shrugged. “Not sure,”
They went to go talk to Naz, who told them that he had gotten permission from their PR department to pay off the reporter so long as she agreed to insist that the protestors rally in front of their respective former employees places of work instead of outside of Capsule Corporation.
“Good save, Naz,” she said to him.
“I going on the news to personally issue our statement we came up with on Saturday on air so we aren't completely out of the woods yet,” he replied cautiously. “It all depends on how the viewers and general public reacts to this story but I’m thinking it will all just blow over.”
“Hopefully,” Derek nodded.
“Crisis averted,” Bulma shrugged, leaving the office. She had things she needed to get done and based on hers and Vegeta’s conversation last night, she didn’t want to waste a single moment more at the office than she needed to! She was determined on getting out of there on time for a change.
The day flew by quickly and things between her and Derek weren’t nearly as awkward as she had thought they would be, much to her relief. A lot of that was because they were both professionals and we’re able to set personal life on the back burner instead of allowing it to interfere.
She didn’t leave as early as she had wanted, but she had gotten home at a reasonable hour and Trunks was even still up.
Vegeta was nowhere to be seen, but she spent time with Trunks, playing a board game with him until it was time for his bedtime.
After tucking him in and grabbing a glass of wine and snack for herself, she retreated to her den for the evening. She made sure she was wearing an adorable pair of dark blue silk pyjama bottoms and matching fitted top.
She watched about half an episode of one of her favourite shows before she wondered if she’d left her balcony doors open for Vegeta and went to check. They were closed, so she opened them just in case he decided to drop by, as her balcony seemed to be his preference.
Settling back into the couch, she resumed watching her show though found herself not paying any real attention to it because she was wondering where Vegeta was and if he was going to show up at all? He couldn’t have gone that far, seeing as Trunks had told her about what he and Vegeta had done that morning for their training. So where the hell is he?
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Vegeta lay on the roof of Capsule Corporation, watching the stars and taking in the warm breeze.
He knew Bulma was awake and impatiently waiting for him to show up.
It wasn’t that he was having second thoughts and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to her; he knew if he went they would end up in bed. Not that he was wanting to put that off any longer than he had already. The only problem was that he knew she had to work the next day, which meant that he couldn’t keep her occupied all night.
If he was going to take the plunge with her for good, he wanted to do it his way and make it so that she knew that she was his and he in turn belonged to her.
The only problem with that was he had no idea what to do. Should he take her someplace to claim her or was here good enough? He wanted her to know that him bedding her was more than simply satiating a physical need.
Vegeta sensed her frustration and smirked to himself as she made her way back to her bedroom, presumably to go to sleep.
He would come up with something, of that he was sure of. He also thought it was humorous to let her suffer a few days seeing as he was still annoyed that she had slept with the other male.
The next night Vegeta was a no show again but on Wednesday evening he decided to make an appearance so as to make his intentions towards her known.
As usual, her balcony door was left wide open to everyone and anyone and he wasn’t sure if she was doing it to deliberately piss him off or because she was honestly that reckless. Nonetheless, he decided he was going to use that as his form of entry because she specifically had asked him not to and he had specifically requested that she leave the door closed.
“And just where the hell have you been?” she greeted him sourly as he walked into her bedroom from the balcony. She had decided to get some much needed paperwork done in bed before going to sleep.
“Around,” he replied nonchalantly.
She gathered a bunch of her papers and put them to the side, indicating that he could come sit with her, which he did.
“Well ya could have fooled me,” she sighed. “Way to leave a girl hanging. At least with Derek he always called. I always knew where I stood with him. He didn’t kiss me and then bugger off for a week.”
“It was two days,” he deadpanned.
“Well it felt like a week!” she insisted, rolling her eyes. “Whatever, I’ll give you a free pass this time.”
Vegeta snorted at her and crossed his arms. “If you think I am going to adhere to all the idiotic customs and laws and farces associated with human courtship, you had better think again,”
She opened her mouth to object to his callas remark but then closed it as her mind processed what he had actually just said and thankfully caught up to her mouth before she spewed out the tongue lashing of a lifetime. Wait a minute, did he just essentially say that we are courting, she asked herself. “Is that so?”
“Hmmn,” he nodded once, not looking at her. Here he had been here a matter of a few moments and he had already degraded and made a fool of himself.
“So then how does Vegeta court a girl?” she asked, intrigued by the notion of being courted by Vegeta.
Shit, he thought to himself. He truthfully had no idea; he didn’t want to waste his time going out places doing activities in public surrounded by other people. He’d already decided that she was a suitable choice as a life mate. They had a son already, what was the point in putting up pretences? None, he replied to himself. He had wanted to wait until the weekend to solidify his intentions but the longer he thought about that, the sillier it seemed. Fuck it, he sighed inwardly. He had waited long enough. “He doesn’t,”
Before she could question him any further, his mouth was on hers, kissing her slowly and sensually, not wanting to rush things. It had been so long that now that he had her exactly where he wanted her, he wanted to take his time with her. After all, it wasn’t his problem that she needed to be at work the next day and he did not want to give her reason to decide that the other male was more worthy of her attention because he apparently doted on her.
Bulma kissed him back eagerly, her heart and mind singing for joy. Tossing her stack of papers on the floor, she scooted down the bed, delighted that he did not pull back but pursued her; their mouths melded together as the intensity between them began to build.
He raised the hem of her nightdress somewhat and brought his hand down between her legs, brushing his fingers across her centre lightly, noting that she was not wearing any panties, before dipping a finger inside her. She was wet already in her need for him and he did not want to waste a single moment more trying to figure out if they should do this or not.
She moaned half in pleasure and half in frustration of needing more from him than just his fingers. She arched her back impatiently, hoping he would take the hint and hurry things along already. There would be time later on for teasing and foreplay; right now all she wanted was him.
He sensed her urgency and withdrew his fingers from her. Breaking their kiss, he pulled back from her to quickly remove his clothing; she in tern only had to whip off her night dress, which she did and tossed it to the floor without hesitation.
Vegeta leaned in again to kiss her as she opened her legs invitingly for him and not wasting any more time, he entered her slowly, savouring the feel of her; he was pleasantly surprised at how tight she was. He had assumed that she wouldn’t be as tight as she was before, now that she had birthed a child, but she felt the same as he remembered she had.
Bulma gasped as he filled her up wholly and completely; her excitement level so high by this point that she almost came right then. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, wanting to have him as close and as deep inside of her as physically possible. She wanted all of him; his body, heart and soul and she only hoped he wanted the same from her. She would give it to him completely and unconditionally if only he would let her.
A voice in the back of her mind whispered caution at her to not be reckless with her heart when it came to Vegeta but she ignored it. This time it's right, I know it, she told herself. This time we will make it work.
Vegeta kissed her deeply as he began to move inside of her slowly, loving the way her body rocked in unison with him. Why had he put this off for so long, he wondered?
They both lost any and all coherent thought except for savouring the feeling of their union, listening to the others breathing and feeling the pleasure slowly building up in waves to a boiling point.
Her nails dug into his back as her body contracted against him and it didn’t take long and his own climax followed, hitting him so suddenly that he didn’t have the time to pull himself back or attempt to tame it. He uttered something between a grunt and a moan as he finished inside of her; his body going rigid as pleasure ripped through him.
Bulma clung to him as she savoured her own bust of pleasure and felt him shake in his release and kissed his neck and jaw and was content to just have him there to embrace.
Vegeta pulled out of her carefully and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close; her damp skin sticking to his.
He wanted to say something to her but wasn’t sure what or how to say what he wanted to say to her. He wanted her as his woman and life mate, but he didn’t want to go through all the formalities and big affair that seemed to be traditionally involved with that on this planet. From what he knew of his own culture, couples would leave everyone for a few days and consummate their union and that was that. No signing of treaties and parties and all that hassle with gowns and garbage. He knew however that she would want a formal commitment.
A commitment was something he decided he could do; he did not have a problem with that. Showing it and openly declaring it publicly on the other hand was something he would not. All he knew was he did not want her having any other male in her bed besides him and he would not have another female. That much he was certain on.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” she murmured, distracting him.
“It is none of anyone else's business,” he replied.
“True,” she agreed. “But they’re going to wonder. Trunks especially.”
He started to panic. So she does expect some outrageous public spectacle, he said to himself.
Somehow she picked up on his discomfort with the topic. She turned around in his arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. “Nothing has to change, Vegeta. Things can stay exactly the same as they are now. I don’t need you to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. I only need you.”
He nodded and rested his forehead against hers in relief. But how could he tell her that while he did not want to go through the formalities, he did want it to be just them. He didn’t want her to continue seeing other men as she had been.
“I don’t expect you to participate in some lavish wedding ceremony,” she said, feeling the need to clarify that.
“Hmmmn, good,” he growled. “And I expect that you will not see that male again.”
“If I’m with you, I’m with you,” she said. “You told me you weren’t interested so I found someone who was.”
“I never said that I was not interested,” he said.
“You said that you didn’t want to complicate things,” she reminded him. “You also said that you didn’t care what I did when I told you I was seeing somebody else.”
He thought on that for a moment. He had said those things and he wasn’t sure why.“Alright well now I am telling you I do not want you seeing anybody else.” He said sourly, not liking that he was being made to discuss this when it should have been painfully obvious to her.
“Then I won’t,” she replied with a smile. No, it wasn’t the heartfelt declaration of love she wanted, but she knew coming from Vegeta, that was probably the closest she would get to him admitting any type of feelings towards her and it was enough to keep her happy.
She turned around and settled herself in his arms, revelling in the warmth and security of his embrace.
As she felt herself begin to doze off though, he began to stroke her gently and she soon felt the tip of his erection against the back of her thigh, ready again to claim her.
She mewled delightfully in consent, taking one of his hands and guiding it so that his fingers were pressing on her clit as she arched her back into him, encouraging him to proceed.
He hissed as he slowly entered her from behind, her warm wet centre drawing him in deeply. He stopped his movement once he was completely inside of her.
She whined in frustration that he wasn’t moving but was rewarded by him rubbing her clit slowly and he nipped a little at her shoulder, which she didn’t seem to mind.
Eventually he moved out of her, leaving only the tip of his member inside her before surging back into her, setting reasonable pace. His other hand grasped onto one of her breasts, kneading it and playing with her nipple between his fingers; his other hand still massaging her front.
She cried out suddenly as he shoved himself into her more forcefully this time, speeding up his pace, hitting a sensitive spot inside her he had yet to find.
“Shhh,” he hissed at her, bringing his hand that had been on her breast up and over her mouth. “The boy’s bedroom,”
Shit, she thought, forgetting all about Trunks. However Vegeta’s added display of firmness with her had turned her on even more. She opened her mouth and began sucking on one of his fingers, mimicking the same rhythm he was moving into and out of her.
Amused, he slipped a second finger into her mouth and let her continue; it would seem he had figured out a way to keep her quiet after all.
She moaned as she sucked on his fingers and just lost herself in him, content with letting him do as he pleased. Once again, she could not deny, Vegeta was without a doubt the best she'd ever had.
At one point she had convinced herself that over time her mind had just over embellished how good they had been together. No, she thought as she moaned again as he began to move even quicker and she felt the pleasure gathering at her centre bringing her so close to climax again.
Vegeta could feel her beginning to tighten around him and he knew she was close; so was he. He had been trying to hold off as long as possible in order to make sure she reached her peak.
When they finished they both fell asleep fairly quickly after that wrapped in a sloppy embrace; both feeling sated and happier than either of them remembered being in a long time.
Falling Away With You
Chapter 9
Breakfast passed by awkwardly for everyone except for Mrs. Briefs, who seemed to be completely oblivious that Bulma had even had a house guest spend the night with her.
Trunks was unusually quiet too. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but his mom smelled weird and the tension going on between his parents was undeniable.
It wouldn’t be the first time he noticed that there was something going on between them. There were times he knew they were mad at each other; they never fought in front of him but he always could tell when something was a miss there. This was different though. They weren’t mad at each other from what he could tell, but Bulma was definitely avoiding eye contact with his father he noticed and he wondered why.
“Can we go to the park today?” he asked cautiously, breaking the awkward silence.
“Sure, sweetie,” Bulma replied with a strained smile.
“Will you come too?” he asked Vegeta.
Vegeta shrugged. “I suppose,”
Trunks sighed in relief. So they aren’t mad at each other, he thought to himself.
Bulma stopped eating and gave Vegeta the look. She wasn’t stupid. She knew he had made a point of being seen this morning half naked by Derek. Vegeta gave her a brief smirk between mouthfuls, confirming her suspicions.
Not wanting to get into a dialogue over it in front of Trunks, she refilled her coffee and left the table.
“You should have a shower and then we will go,” Vegeta said after her, amusement in his tone. While he acted like he didn’t care that she had spent the night with another male, the smell of him all over her was nearly driving him insane the longer she sat in his presence. He was beginning to feel an emotion he wasn’t quite able to identify.
The more he dwelled on it the more he was wishing he hadn’t just let the other male walk out and leave in one piece. Especially after hearing most of their argument from her bedroom. The balcony doors had been left open and he had still been able to hear them discussing him. Probably the only reason he had not escorted him off forcefully was because he had overheard the way Bulma had valiantly defended him, not allowing the other male to make negative comments about his presence there. She had told him that this was just as much Vegeta’s home as it was hers and the new male had no opinion on the matter. In his mind that meant he’d won and there was no further need to involve himself.
Fuck you, she had wanted to say to Vegeta in reply. It was on tip of her tongue and stinging her lips she wanted to retort so bad, but she refrained for Trunks sake. Plus she knew better than to use that kind of language in front of her mother as well.
As she made her way upstairs, she stubbornly decided she wouldn't shower just on principal. Before Vegeta’s comment she’d had every intention of showering but now she wouldn’t. She knew he had a sensitive sense of smell, it still weirded her out some days and annoyed her that he had these extra heightened senses.
It was early afternoon before everyone got together to head to the park for the afternoon. Vegeta glared at and spoke very little to her, but she acted sweet as pie to him, knowing that would only piss him off further. Mentally she had a bet going on as to whether or not he’d bail with her still smelling like Derek from last night.
In the end, he had decided to bear it and accompany Bulma and Trunks. If he left, like he wanted to, then she would win. He knew she had specifically not showered just to spite him but instead of being annoyed by her, he found himself amused.
“You positively reek,” he growled at her once Trunks had taken off towards the playground and was out of earshot.
“You put yourself on display this morning on purpose,” she hissed accusingly. “So deal with it.”
“I work out every morning,” he snorted.
“Nearly naked, only covering up the bare essentials? I don’t think so,”
“It was exceptionally hot this morning,” he argued.
“It was not,” she replied. “Just admit it, you were jealous.”
Vegeta chuckled darkly. “Jealous of what?”
“Of the fact that I found someone else,” she said. “Though thanks to you and that little exhibition you put on this morning, that’s all over now.”
Vegeta shrugged, feigning indifference, though some part of him was glad to hear her confirm his suspicions that the other male had lost interest. While it had been his intent, he was a little surprised it had been that easy.
Good, he mused to himself. Things can go back to the way they were.
“So now that I’m unattached, what are you going to do about it?” she asked boldly.
“What do you mean?” he frowned. She wasn’t going to be seeing or fucking around with anyone else now, so what was she getting at? He was content for things to go back the way they were before things got awkward between them; however could they remain that way? He admitted to himself recently that a part of him did want her. Except how did he go about getting her?
“What I mean is, what do you want, Vegeta?”
He didn’t have an answer. She had been asking him that a lot recently and it was starting to annoy him because he didn’t know. He wanted her and he wanted to be a part of Trunks’ life but he didn’t know what would be expected of him then. He still wanted the freedom to come and go as he pleased. Would that come to an end?
“Whatever,” she sighed in annoyance at his non answer. “I'm tired of chasing you and hoping for something that will never happen and then when I do try to move on, you fuck it up for me.
“So what’s the deal, Vegeta? Do you want me? Because apparently you don’t want anyone else to,” she asked boldly, turning to look at him. “If you don’t, then please just leave me alone, unless it has something to do with Trunks, I don’t want anything to do with you.”
She started to walk away from him when he grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving.
Bulma looked over her shoulder at him and her hand in surprise. Never had he instigated anything or given her any encouragement and she had no idea what to do so she did the most logical thing that came to mind and took her step back towards him so that she was next to him again.
He hoped she wouldn’t say anything, and so far she hadn’t. This had been the first thing that had popped into his mind as she began to walk away from him.
Stupid boy, he thought to himself. He had been working out with Trunks shortly after that afternoon at the amusement park and he had asked him why he never held hands with Bulma. He hadn’t had an answer. He thought it was stupid. What was the point in trolling around holding hands? He could understand to a point when Bulma held Trunks’ hand, he was a child and she did not want him to get lost. So what was the point in adults holding hands?
He didn’t understand the significance of it, but it shut Bulma up and kept her from leaving. For now, maybe this was enough to make her happy.
Bulma wasn’t sure what to make of this sudden, new development so she laced her fingers with his and stood contentedly next to him. It wasn’t exactly the declaration she wanted, but it was something and she knew she needed to tread carefully.
Tired of standing, she led him to a nearby bench and sat down, still holding hands. She knew she was stupid to be feeling as giddy as she was but she couldn’t help it.
“What are you doing later?” she asked cautiously, the silence beginning to drive her insane.
He shrugged.
“If you want, you can always come hang out with me later on,” she said, trying to sound casual.
He shrugged again. She had taken another man into her bed and had let him use her more than once just last night. It bothered him that she would so quickly invite him while she still smelled of the other.
Yes, the invitation and possibilities were alluring, but he would not pursue her until he could not smell the other man on her.
Bulma bit her tongue to keep from screaming at him and just focused on the beautiful afternoon weather and the small victory she’d gained.
When Trunks was done playing, he came running towards them.
“You guys are holding hands!” he exclaimed jokingly but she could tell he was delighted.
“Hmmn,” Vegeta grunted, letting her hand go as though it was scalding his own.
“You ready to go home?” Bulma asked him, standing up and ignoring Vegeta altogether.
“Ya,” he nodded and they began to make their way back to Bulma's capsule car.
Bulma paused a moment to let Vegeta catch up to her and decided to chance it and take his hand again; she felt her stomach flip in excitement as he didn’t flinch away but allowed the contact.
The ride home and the rest of the day went by without incident. Vegeta seemed to have disappeared, much to Bulma’s disappointment, but she reminded herself that while she may be ready to jump into something that maybe things needed to go a little slower with him. He over thinks everything, she thought to herself as she stepped into her hot bath as part of her usual Sunday evening ritual, after changing the sheets on her bed. For all I know, he’s sitting on some isolated mountain in the middle of nowhere freaking out because we held hands today.
She laid back and took a sip of her wine and stared at the ceiling only now realizing how exhausted she was. Today had been stressful. She hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest to begin with between having sex with Derek and then dwelling on Vegeta and the mixed signals from him. Then she and Derek had broken up first thing in the morning and she’d pretty much spent the afternoon at the park and she was now having second thoughts about what she had said to Vegeta about not wanting him around if he wasn’t interested in her. That wasn’t true, and she hoped he wouldn’t just up and disappear now because she’d let her stupid emotions get the better of her.
If he came back, she decided she would leave him be and let him take the initiative. He knew she wanted him, the rest was up to him now.
She washed her hair, shaved her legs and gave herself a good scrub down, silently shaking her head at herself. She should have showered after her previous night’s activities.
Bulma drained her tub and dried herself off, applying her favourite regimen of lotions and creams to her face and body.
Instead of going to her bonus room to watch tv, she chose to watch tv in bed tonight; maybe fall asleep with the tv on, as she often did.
She was settled and finally chose something to watch when she heard her patio door creak ever so slightly.
“What do you want?” she sighed, unsure of how long he had been out there, but also knowing that he obviously had wanted her to know that he was there if he had allowed himself to make any noise at all.
Vegeta walked into her bedroom cautiously and then closed the door behind him. “You need to quit doing that,”
“Doing what?”
“Leaving your door open,” he clarified. “Anyone could just walk in here.”
“Ya, anyone who can fly,” she rolled her eyes, dismissing his concern. “Besides, I like the breeze coming into my room.”
He didn’t argue further with her, only crossed his arms and leaned against the now closed door, feigning interest in whatever it was she had on the tv.
“You can come over here and stay a while,” she sighed, patting the other side of her bed next to her.
Vegeta looked a moment, not committing either way.
“I changed my bedsheets,” she sighed again in annoyance of his obsessive compulsiveness.
“I can still smell him in here,” he replied sourly, making a face but made his way over to her bed anyway, propping himself up next to her.
They were quiet for a while, both pretending to be absorbed with the tv program.
Feeling confident, Bulma shifted herself closer to him and placed her hand in his, which he allowed. He even clasped his hand around hers in reciprocation even though he still didn’t understand the significance of the gesture. He had thought about it quite a bit today and while he decided he didn’t mind it all that much, he didn’t really understand it. However he likened it to the same outward display of affection Saiyan mates would show by entwining their tails and so that was how he reasoned it and why he allowed it.
Her mind began to wander, trying to think up something to say to him so he wouldn’t just up and leave at any moment.
“I didn’t mean what I said when I told you I didn’t want you around,” she started. “Things don’t have to change,”
He inwardly relaxed somewhat at that; he didn’t want things to change.
“I want to be with you, but I don’t want to ask you for more than you want to give,” she continued awkwardly. “Last time we were together, I didn’t mean to scare you off. I-”
“You rejected me,” he interrupted her.
“Uhm, no,” she shook her head, frowning; completely dumbfounded by his accusation. That was not how she remembered it. “You up and left me mid-hook up in the gravity room and then disappeared without explanation.”
“Yes, because…” he stopped short, not wanting to discuss it. It embarrassed him.
“Because why?” she pressed, turning to look at him. “Vegeta I have wracked my brain over a million times trying to figure out what the hell happened that day. Please, tell me.”
“I bit you,” he answered after a long pause.
“Right,” she nodded, remembering that for herself.
“You reacted negatively,”
“Well it hurt and I didn’t know you were into that or that you were going to…” she spluttered awkwardly trying to recall everything. “It just took me by surprise is all, no big deal. So what? You didn’t have to leave after that the way you did and avoid me.”
He thought about that a moment. So she hadn’t had any idea of the implications behind such an action? Interesting, he thought. “It does not matter,”
“No, Vegeta, it does.” she insisted.
“Biting someone, like where I bit you,” he started. “Is something reserved for mates. It is significant, but not something I meant to do at that time.”
Bulma nodded as she listened to him carefully, glad that he was finally sharing his side of the situation with her. “So because of my reaction, you thought I was rejecting something more… meaningful?”
He nodded once.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she said. “If I had…”
“It does not matter,” he bristled.
“No, I’m sorry I made you feel that way!” she insisted. “You should have told me!”
“It worked out favourably in the end,” he said nonchalantly.
Bulma somewhat balked at that statement. Favourably? How could he possibly think the last four years had worked out favourably? Instead of flying off the handle in offense, she gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking, not wanting to say anything to blow it now that they were having a serious, meaningful discussion about their relationship.
“Favourably in what way?” she asked, feeling that was a safe question that didn’t betray her true feelings of wanting to slap him upside the head.
“When we were together last, it was purely to alleviate a curiosity and a physical need,” he said slowly as though trying to choose his words carefully.
“Ya, you made that abundantly clear,” she agreed.
“In my culture when a couple decides to commit as life mates, they leave and consummate their union for several days and return as mates; bonded in some cases,” he explained awkwardly. He could feel his cheeks getting warm. “A part of that ritual is the male bites the female on the neck during the mating process. It serves to mark her as taken and unavailable to other males. The female does the same in return.”
“The same way we exchange rings,” she said more to herself as she began to understand the whole picture. She tried to keep a straight face and pretend she didn’t notice him blushing.
“Yes, but it is permanent,” he nodded.
“So it’s a serious declaration from your end to do that?” she asked, trying to contain the girlish giddiness threatening to bubble forth.
“Yes, almost instinctual,” he said.
“So you thought I didn’t want that... with you?” she asked as it all finally began to make sense.
Vegeta nodded. “However I did not want that at that time either,”
“You weren’t ready,” she said knowingly.
“No,” he agreed, shaking his head. “I still am not sure if that is what I want,”
“Which is why it was favourable that I reacted the way I did at the time,” she said in understanding. “However I’m sorry for offending you, if I had known...”
“I was not only angry with you,” he interrupted her. “I was angry with myself for not being more conscientious of my actions.”
“And then I told you I loved you and that I was pregnant with Trunks,” she added, only now understanding all that he had been going through at the time. It had been too much, far too quickly; much more than he had been prepared to take on in such a short time and he had lashed out at her in his frustration.
“Having a child and mate was never something I considered for my life,” he admitted. “My plan had been to remain here to train and defeat the androids and then Kakarott and then leave all of this behind and start my own life doing as I pleased.”
“And none of that went down the way you had hoped,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
“No, it did not,” he agreed.
“So after Cell and the androids...” she started cautiously. “You still could have left. I always wondered why you stayed. Especially since it’s not like we were on good terms.”
Vegeta shrugged. He didn’t really have an answer. He had meant to leave many times except for whatever reason he hadn’t. Part of that had been his own depression over everything; it had been so overwhelmingly debilitating that he hadn’t even had the desire to leave or think or do anything productive.
For the first time in his life it had been completely up to him what he could do. There was no one telling him where to be and what he needed to do. He could do literally anything. Except when it came down to it, he had no idea what he even wanted to do and the notion had been terrifying. There were no other Saiyans for him to band together with the hope of re-establishing the former glory of his race. He was the only one left. His desire to build anything again had died with Kakarott, whom he didn’t even have as an adversary or sparring partner anymore at this point.
Trunks being born had put a wrench in his plans, or so he had told himself many times. He had resented the woman and child for a long time, hating the fact that now he had ties here on this planet and telling himself that his new found freedom was lost because of a lapse in judgement on his part.
It had been the time he had spent with the future version of his son training for Cell in the hyperbolic time chamber that had given him pause to even consider staying here whenever he convinced himself to leave. Without that experience, he honestly didn’t know what he would have done otherwise or if he would have recovered from that deep, dark place he had been. He owed much of his recovery to Trunks and to Bulma too, if he was honest with himself.
“Your nagging and bitchiness was not all bad,” he said finally, looking at her. He wanted to tell her that she had played a huge role in bringing him back to himself but he didn’t know how. “I needed a kick in the ass,”
“I'm not going to lie, you scared the shit out of me,” she admitted, though she smirked at herself in memory of walking into his dark den and yanking the blankets off of him and demanding he come outside to eat with her and Trunks. In hindsight, that hadn’t been such a wise idea and had he not been in the depressive state he was in, on any other occasion her life would have probably been ended.
As she looked at him, she noticed his eyes wander to look at her mouth and she could tell he was considering kissing her. She wanted to make that decision easier for him by closing the gap between them but she reminded herself that it had to be him who made the effort.
He looked back at her in indecision. He wanted her, but he was afraid to want her, he realized. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was afraid of, but he was afraid and it disgusted him because he wasn’t afraid of anything.
The longer he thought of it the clearer it became to him that he was afraid of failure. What if he couldn’t do this... relationship thing she so desperately wanted with him? Nothing in his life up to this point had prepared him for fulfilling this role in life.
He’s over thinking it now, she told herself in disappointment; she could tell by the now guarded expression on his face that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Her instinct was to say something to encourage him, but her own fear of rejection was stronger. Instead, she leaned back, looking expectantly at him. She wasn’t going to be the instigator here. She was done playing that game with him.
As much as he tried to deny it, Bulma was special to him. He did not want to cause her undo pain if things didn’t work out between them but on the other hand, he didn’t want her with anyone else either. The last few months she had dated Derek had shown him that.
He reached up and gently touched the side of her face. His heart and head and gut telling him to chance it. She had taken a chance on him in taking him in and letting him stay in her home despite knowing what kind of a man he was and after all the horrible things he had said to her and the things he had done, she had still let him remain here and had not given up on him; even let him have a relationship with his own son. Maybe it was time for him to take a chance on her and trust that what she wanted from him wasn’t such a horrible thing.
With that thought in mind, he leaned in and kissed her.
Bulma responded immediately, kissing him back eagerly, trying to refrain from not being too enthusiastic was in the back of her mind, but her mouth had other ideas and a mind of its own.
She placed her other hand lightly on his jawline, just below his ear before breaking their kiss; she had been holding her breath the last few minutes in anticipation of what he would do until he had kissed her and now she was oxygen deprived and breathless.
Instead of pulling away from her, he leaned in and kissed her again a moment later lightly on the lips once, twice, three times before she opened her mouth up again for him, inviting him to deepen the kiss, which he did.
She let go of his hand and shifted somewhat so she wasn’t craning her neck so much as she kissed him back longingly.
After a few minutes he pulled away from her; they both needed air.
She bit her lower lip and smiled at him, her whole body was warm from excitement and she wondered what he had in store for her.
Instead of leaning in to continue, he made to leave, which puzzled her. She placed her hand on his, in an effort to get him to stay with her.
“You can’t just show up in a girl's bedroom at night, kiss her within an inch of her life like that and then leave,” she said in a joking tone, but she was serious.
“I can still smell him in your bed,” he replied dryly.
“Well we can go to your bed if that will make you feel better,” she said, inwardly cringing at how desperate she sounded.
“No, we will wait,” he said, smirking at her.
“Alright,” she agreed. In a way, she didn’t mind all that much. After all, she had slept with someone else not twenty four hours ago. Something she was deeply regretting at the moment. However, if she and Vegeta were going to make the honest effort this time, she wanted it to be real and not just based on sex. “I’ll still be up for a bit, you can stay and watch tv with me if you want.”
He considered her offer and decided to accept. After all, he was going to chance this relationship thing, wasn’t he?
Vegeta nodded and removed his boots before making himself comfortable beside her again. She took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder contentedly and he decided that it wasn’t so bad.
“You can use the door next time you’d like to talk to me, you know,” she said.
“What is wrong with the balcony?” he asked. “You feel it necessary to leave it open; that is why I use it.”
“It’s creepy,” she replied. “How am I sure you’re not lurking around and watching me change?”
“You are obviously unconcerned about who sees you seeing as you leave it open,” he pointed out.
“Because no one else can get up there!”
He thought about her argument a moment. It was true, no one aside from the Z fighters were able to get up there and he knew that they all knew better than to even attempt it. Not only because they would receive his wrath but if she caught any of them, she would make sure they regretted it for a long time. “Fine, but I do not lurk around to watch you change,” he growled, offended that she would think he would stoop to such lewd conduct.
“How do I know that?” she retorted teasingly.
“Because I am not a perverted turtle hermit,”
“No, you aren’t,” she giggled, letting the matter slide.
They watched tv together in companionable silence until he noticed Bulma had fallen asleep. He carefully got out of her bed, turned off the tv and promptly shut her balcony door.
The next morning, Bulma was dragging her heels, not wanting to go to work and face Derek. However she knew she couldn’t be a coward and call in sick either. Not only because she was worried about what Derek would think because he’d obviously know she wasn’t but they also had to finish their statement to the press over the angry workers.
She held her breath in the elevator until she made it to the sales floor and walked brusquely to her office, not stopping to talk to anyone in case they already knew. Not everyone knew they had been dating but if someone found out about their break up, she was sure then everyone would hear about it.
“Hey,” Derek greeted her cautiously a few moments after she entered her office. “I brought you a coffee,”
“Thanks,” she smiled awkwardly at him. “You really didn’t have to do that,”
“I know,” he nodded. “But I figured today would be as awkward for you as it is for me and thought I may as well break the ice with a peace offering.”
“An extra-large coffee on a Monday morning is always an acceptable peace offering,” she chuckled, thankful that he was making the effort to not let this be any more uncomfortable than it already was. “Look, I’m sorry about this weekend-”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said waving his hand in dismissal. “It happens. I’ll be fine,”
“Okay,” she nodded at him. “So where do we stand with these protesters?” she asked. There didn’t seem to be any out front, as she had expected.
Derek shrugged. “Not sure,”
They went to go talk to Naz, who told them that he had gotten permission from their PR department to pay off the reporter so long as she agreed to insist that the protestors rally in front of their respective former employees places of work instead of outside of Capsule Corporation.
“Good save, Naz,” she said to him.
“I going on the news to personally issue our statement we came up with on Saturday on air so we aren't completely out of the woods yet,” he replied cautiously. “It all depends on how the viewers and general public reacts to this story but I’m thinking it will all just blow over.”
“Hopefully,” Derek nodded.
“Crisis averted,” Bulma shrugged, leaving the office. She had things she needed to get done and based on hers and Vegeta’s conversation last night, she didn’t want to waste a single moment more at the office than she needed to! She was determined on getting out of there on time for a change.
The day flew by quickly and things between her and Derek weren’t nearly as awkward as she had thought they would be, much to her relief. A lot of that was because they were both professionals and we’re able to set personal life on the back burner instead of allowing it to interfere.
She didn’t leave as early as she had wanted, but she had gotten home at a reasonable hour and Trunks was even still up.
Vegeta was nowhere to be seen, but she spent time with Trunks, playing a board game with him until it was time for his bedtime.
After tucking him in and grabbing a glass of wine and snack for herself, she retreated to her den for the evening. She made sure she was wearing an adorable pair of dark blue silk pyjama bottoms and matching fitted top.
She watched about half an episode of one of her favourite shows before she wondered if she’d left her balcony doors open for Vegeta and went to check. They were closed, so she opened them just in case he decided to drop by, as her balcony seemed to be his preference.
Settling back into the couch, she resumed watching her show though found herself not paying any real attention to it because she was wondering where Vegeta was and if he was going to show up at all? He couldn’t have gone that far, seeing as Trunks had told her about what he and Vegeta had done that morning for their training. So where the hell is he?
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Vegeta lay on the roof of Capsule Corporation, watching the stars and taking in the warm breeze.
He knew Bulma was awake and impatiently waiting for him to show up.
It wasn’t that he was having second thoughts and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to go to her; he knew if he went they would end up in bed. Not that he was wanting to put that off any longer than he had already. The only problem was that he knew she had to work the next day, which meant that he couldn’t keep her occupied all night.
If he was going to take the plunge with her for good, he wanted to do it his way and make it so that she knew that she was his and he in turn belonged to her.
The only problem with that was he had no idea what to do. Should he take her someplace to claim her or was here good enough? He wanted her to know that him bedding her was more than simply satiating a physical need.
Vegeta sensed her frustration and smirked to himself as she made her way back to her bedroom, presumably to go to sleep.
He would come up with something, of that he was sure of. He also thought it was humorous to let her suffer a few days seeing as he was still annoyed that she had slept with the other male.
The next night Vegeta was a no show again but on Wednesday evening he decided to make an appearance so as to make his intentions towards her known.
As usual, her balcony door was left wide open to everyone and anyone and he wasn’t sure if she was doing it to deliberately piss him off or because she was honestly that reckless. Nonetheless, he decided he was going to use that as his form of entry because she specifically had asked him not to and he had specifically requested that she leave the door closed.
“And just where the hell have you been?” she greeted him sourly as he walked into her bedroom from the balcony. She had decided to get some much needed paperwork done in bed before going to sleep.
“Around,” he replied nonchalantly.
She gathered a bunch of her papers and put them to the side, indicating that he could come sit with her, which he did.
“Well ya could have fooled me,” she sighed. “Way to leave a girl hanging. At least with Derek he always called. I always knew where I stood with him. He didn’t kiss me and then bugger off for a week.”
“It was two days,” he deadpanned.
“Well it felt like a week!” she insisted, rolling her eyes. “Whatever, I’ll give you a free pass this time.”
Vegeta snorted at her and crossed his arms. “If you think I am going to adhere to all the idiotic customs and laws and farces associated with human courtship, you had better think again,”
She opened her mouth to object to his callas remark but then closed it as her mind processed what he had actually just said and thankfully caught up to her mouth before she spewed out the tongue lashing of a lifetime. Wait a minute, did he just essentially say that we are courting, she asked herself. “Is that so?”
“Hmmn,” he nodded once, not looking at her. Here he had been here a matter of a few moments and he had already degraded and made a fool of himself.
“So then how does Vegeta court a girl?” she asked, intrigued by the notion of being courted by Vegeta.
Shit, he thought to himself. He truthfully had no idea; he didn’t want to waste his time going out places doing activities in public surrounded by other people. He’d already decided that she was a suitable choice as a life mate. They had a son already, what was the point in putting up pretences? None, he replied to himself. He had wanted to wait until the weekend to solidify his intentions but the longer he thought about that, the sillier it seemed. Fuck it, he sighed inwardly. He had waited long enough. “He doesn’t,”
Before she could question him any further, his mouth was on hers, kissing her slowly and sensually, not wanting to rush things. It had been so long that now that he had her exactly where he wanted her, he wanted to take his time with her. After all, it wasn’t his problem that she needed to be at work the next day and he did not want to give her reason to decide that the other male was more worthy of her attention because he apparently doted on her.
Bulma kissed him back eagerly, her heart and mind singing for joy. Tossing her stack of papers on the floor, she scooted down the bed, delighted that he did not pull back but pursued her; their mouths melded together as the intensity between them began to build.
He raised the hem of her nightdress somewhat and brought his hand down between her legs, brushing his fingers across her centre lightly, noting that she was not wearing any panties, before dipping a finger inside her. She was wet already in her need for him and he did not want to waste a single moment more trying to figure out if they should do this or not.
She moaned half in pleasure and half in frustration of needing more from him than just his fingers. She arched her back impatiently, hoping he would take the hint and hurry things along already. There would be time later on for teasing and foreplay; right now all she wanted was him.
He sensed her urgency and withdrew his fingers from her. Breaking their kiss, he pulled back from her to quickly remove his clothing; she in tern only had to whip off her night dress, which she did and tossed it to the floor without hesitation.
Vegeta leaned in again to kiss her as she opened her legs invitingly for him and not wasting any more time, he entered her slowly, savouring the feel of her; he was pleasantly surprised at how tight she was. He had assumed that she wouldn’t be as tight as she was before, now that she had birthed a child, but she felt the same as he remembered she had.
Bulma gasped as he filled her up wholly and completely; her excitement level so high by this point that she almost came right then. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, wanting to have him as close and as deep inside of her as physically possible. She wanted all of him; his body, heart and soul and she only hoped he wanted the same from her. She would give it to him completely and unconditionally if only he would let her.
A voice in the back of her mind whispered caution at her to not be reckless with her heart when it came to Vegeta but she ignored it. This time it's right, I know it, she told herself. This time we will make it work.
Vegeta kissed her deeply as he began to move inside of her slowly, loving the way her body rocked in unison with him. Why had he put this off for so long, he wondered?
They both lost any and all coherent thought except for savouring the feeling of their union, listening to the others breathing and feeling the pleasure slowly building up in waves to a boiling point.
Her nails dug into his back as her body contracted against him and it didn’t take long and his own climax followed, hitting him so suddenly that he didn’t have the time to pull himself back or attempt to tame it. He uttered something between a grunt and a moan as he finished inside of her; his body going rigid as pleasure ripped through him.
Bulma clung to him as she savoured her own bust of pleasure and felt him shake in his release and kissed his neck and jaw and was content to just have him there to embrace.
Vegeta pulled out of her carefully and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close; her damp skin sticking to his.
He wanted to say something to her but wasn’t sure what or how to say what he wanted to say to her. He wanted her as his woman and life mate, but he didn’t want to go through all the formalities and big affair that seemed to be traditionally involved with that on this planet. From what he knew of his own culture, couples would leave everyone for a few days and consummate their union and that was that. No signing of treaties and parties and all that hassle with gowns and garbage. He knew however that she would want a formal commitment.
A commitment was something he decided he could do; he did not have a problem with that. Showing it and openly declaring it publicly on the other hand was something he would not. All he knew was he did not want her having any other male in her bed besides him and he would not have another female. That much he was certain on.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” she murmured, distracting him.
“It is none of anyone else's business,” he replied.
“True,” she agreed. “But they’re going to wonder. Trunks especially.”
He started to panic. So she does expect some outrageous public spectacle, he said to himself.
Somehow she picked up on his discomfort with the topic. She turned around in his arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. “Nothing has to change, Vegeta. Things can stay exactly the same as they are now. I don’t need you to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. I only need you.”
He nodded and rested his forehead against hers in relief. But how could he tell her that while he did not want to go through the formalities, he did want it to be just them. He didn’t want her to continue seeing other men as she had been.
“I don’t expect you to participate in some lavish wedding ceremony,” she said, feeling the need to clarify that.
“Hmmmn, good,” he growled. “And I expect that you will not see that male again.”
“If I’m with you, I’m with you,” she said. “You told me you weren’t interested so I found someone who was.”
“I never said that I was not interested,” he said.
“You said that you didn’t want to complicate things,” she reminded him. “You also said that you didn’t care what I did when I told you I was seeing somebody else.”
He thought on that for a moment. He had said those things and he wasn’t sure why.“Alright well now I am telling you I do not want you seeing anybody else.” He said sourly, not liking that he was being made to discuss this when it should have been painfully obvious to her.
“Then I won’t,” she replied with a smile. No, it wasn’t the heartfelt declaration of love she wanted, but she knew coming from Vegeta, that was probably the closest she would get to him admitting any type of feelings towards her and it was enough to keep her happy.
She turned around and settled herself in his arms, revelling in the warmth and security of his embrace.
As she felt herself begin to doze off though, he began to stroke her gently and she soon felt the tip of his erection against the back of her thigh, ready again to claim her.
She mewled delightfully in consent, taking one of his hands and guiding it so that his fingers were pressing on her clit as she arched her back into him, encouraging him to proceed.
He hissed as he slowly entered her from behind, her warm wet centre drawing him in deeply. He stopped his movement once he was completely inside of her.
She whined in frustration that he wasn’t moving but was rewarded by him rubbing her clit slowly and he nipped a little at her shoulder, which she didn’t seem to mind.
Eventually he moved out of her, leaving only the tip of his member inside her before surging back into her, setting reasonable pace. His other hand grasped onto one of her breasts, kneading it and playing with her nipple between his fingers; his other hand still massaging her front.
She cried out suddenly as he shoved himself into her more forcefully this time, speeding up his pace, hitting a sensitive spot inside her he had yet to find.
“Shhh,” he hissed at her, bringing his hand that had been on her breast up and over her mouth. “The boy’s bedroom,”
Shit, she thought, forgetting all about Trunks. However Vegeta’s added display of firmness with her had turned her on even more. She opened her mouth and began sucking on one of his fingers, mimicking the same rhythm he was moving into and out of her.
Amused, he slipped a second finger into her mouth and let her continue; it would seem he had figured out a way to keep her quiet after all.
She moaned as she sucked on his fingers and just lost herself in him, content with letting him do as he pleased. Once again, she could not deny, Vegeta was without a doubt the best she'd ever had.
At one point she had convinced herself that over time her mind had just over embellished how good they had been together. No, she thought as she moaned again as he began to move even quicker and she felt the pleasure gathering at her centre bringing her so close to climax again.
Vegeta could feel her beginning to tighten around him and he knew she was close; so was he. He had been trying to hold off as long as possible in order to make sure she reached her peak.
When they finished they both fell asleep fairly quickly after that wrapped in a sloppy embrace; both feeling sated and happier than either of them remembered being in a long time.