Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling Away With You ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 10 )
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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: 8 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 422 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.16.2016 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 422 | Status: Completed
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Falling Away With You
Epilogue
Things slowly began to fall into a routine for both Bulma and Vegeta. Bulma made sure things were kept simple; just like she’d said it would be. She didn’t pressure him or put any added expectations onto him to make him feel trapped or regret his decision. Things had stayed the same, mostly, except with the added benefit of their nightly activities being far more interesting than that of just watching their favourite tv programs.
A few weeks later, Bulma even got the okay from her father and transferred out of the sales department and back to the lab where she could work just as easily from home as at the professional building. Not only was it better in the sense that she could spend more time with Trunks, but she felt Vegeta preferred it as well, also knowing that she would not be working with Derek at all anymore.
Vegeta even began using the gravity room again, much to both Bulma’s surprise and delight. It would seem that he was back, doing what he loved the most and he was back to his obsessive training regimen and he added Trunks into the equation as well. Bulma allowed him to train with his father in the gravity room just so long as Vegeta didn’t overdo it with him and he didn’t train under excessive force.
He still hadn’t taken her out or attempted to do anything to complete the formal mating ritual, which was a part of his own culture; he felt he did not need to. She was not making him adhere to hers and he knew how she felt about being visibly marked. It should have bothered him, but it didn’t. He knew his woman was as vain as they came and that her preference had more to do with vanity than anything else. Besides, she had taken to wearing a thin silver band on the ring finger of her left hand within a few weeks of them officially beginning their physical relationship again. She hadn’t mentioned anything to him about it, but he had noticed and recognized the significance of it and that was enough for him; truth be told, a part of him did not want to mar her body permanently anyway. Sure he marked her on occasion during their coupling, but it was always where no one else would see it and she never objected to it.
Not only that, but now that he had fully accepted her into his life, he had noticed a bond beginning to form between them. He did not think it was obvious to her, being that she was human, but he felt it. He was more in tune to her whereabouts and moods than he ever was before and so he assumed that was what his people had meant when he had heard Nappa speak of bonded mates. He had never questioned him on it to learn more because he had never thought he would even have the interest in finding a mate to settle down with.
Vegeta grunted as he spent himself inside her. It had been six months since they had began their affair again and even he had to admit that it wasn’t as horrible as he had thought it would be. Bulma didn’t put any restrictions on his training and she was almost always a willing partner in the evenings, even if they’d had an argument. That seemed to be the best way to make amends, he had discovered.
He pulled out of her and wrapped an arm around her waist, as was now customary for them; Bulma loved to cuddle and be close afterwards for at least a few minutes despite his objections that it was uncomfortable and too hot.
“I love you,” she murmured sleepily almost as an afterthought before falling asleep.
Vegeta froze. Unsure of how to respond. It had been for this reason why he had not wanted to get involved again. He didn’t know how to reciprocate this sort of thing.
“I’m sorry, I know you don’t like to hear that, but I do and I like to say it as well,” she said, regretting her slip. Things between her and Vegeta were usually pretty good recently unless she got too sappy for his liking and then he got uncomfortable.
“It is meaningless,” he growled, letting her go and began getting out of bed.
“It’s not meaningless to me,” she objected. “I know you care for both me and Trunks so why can’t you ever say it?”
“Because it is a stupid statement that is overused and does not need to be said,” he argued from inside her bathroom.
“Well I’m okay with you not telling me every five minutes like some girls, but once in a while it would be nice to be told that you care for me. Especially after doing what we just did so I don’t feel like a piece of meat.” she whined.
“We have a son,” he replied finally, in an exasperated tone after exiting her bathroom a few minutes later.
She sat up in bed and wrapped her blankets around herself, frowning at him, now wide awake. “Uhm, yeah. So?”
“You do not walk up to me every day or two or three times a day and say ‘we have a son,’ do you?”
"No."
"Exactly," he nodded. "You do not need to. It is simply a statement of obvious fact. You do not need to tell me we have a son because we both already know we have a son. We have a son, and his name is Trunks."
Bulma looked at him and blinked a few times before a small smile graced her face. She chuckled at him and nodded. "We have a son."
"Indeed," he replied, quickly getting dressed before she humiliated him further. He could not believe he had said all of that to her. Now she knew the true depth of his feelings for her and he could not take it back, ever. What was worse, she would probably take advantage of this new found knowledge and exploit it.
"We have a son, just like you have a Gravity Room and just like we live at Capsule Corporation and you are the Prince of all Saiyans," she said slowly to him, giving him a look that had made his ears start to burn red from embarrassment. She had figured out exactly what he had meant.
"That is correct," he replied gruffly as he finished dressing. He needed to get out of there and think about this. "Your point?"
"No point," she said innocently, still trying to hide the sly smile that was threatening to take over that mouth of hers. "Just stating the obvious facts is all."
"Hmmn," he grumbled and left her bedroom in a huff to go and brood for a few hours and decide what to do now. How could he have said such a thing! “We have a son,” he muttered quietly to himself, shaking his head at himself in disgust at his own actions.
He locked himself in the gravity chamber until well into the early hours of the morning so that she would most definitely be asleep by then and he had left before she had awoken because he did not want to discuss it.
He had fled to one of his favorite mountainsides to think and dwell on everything that had transpired in the last six months. She had not told him she’d loved him since their first brief encounter had come to an end. That was why it had taken him off guard. He knew she felt deeply for him, and he could admit that he felt strongly about her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be openly declaring it and shouting it out from the rooftops like an imbecile.
Maybe I should leave, he thought as a slew of irrational thoughts began to swirl into his mind now that he had essentially told her, in his own way, that he loved her. No, he reasoned. He couldn’t do that to Trunks; he would be devastated which was why, god dammit, I should have left when I had the chance, instead of sticking around here!
What if someone from his past was tracking him and found him here? He had made many enemies during his time in Frieza’s service. It was more than likely that he had a few really decent bounties on his head that many would be only too happy to collect on. It was highly unlikely that any of them would even think to look for him down here on a planet as insignificant as Earth, but that did not mean it wasn’t a possibility.
When Frieza sent him out to collect bounties on deserters, he usually looked in the most unusual, most unlikely places to find his mark. That was always where he found them; and what did he do if they were settled with a family, wanting to be left alone? He took out their families first, in front of them and sometimes in the cruelest, most brutal of fashions. Why? Because attachments made a person weak. They made a person vulnerable.
Now he was one of those individuals.
He had a woman and child that he would do anything to keep safe and should anyone harm either of them, he knew it would be the death of him.
That was why he was upset with her for telling him that she loved him. It made him realize what he really felt for her. Truthfully, he already knew but now he had been forced to acknowledge it and it did not sit well with him. He felt like by admitting it out loud was to jinx it and it was only a matter of time now before someone came to do to him what he had done to so many others.
He knew that he would defend them until his last breath if he needed to, that he was far stronger than many of the weaklings he had been commissioned to collect. However he still did not want to bring that down upon his family. They did not need to suffer because of his past doings.
That was another thing he did not like about living here; these Earthlings had clouded his moral compass. For the first time in his life, he felt bad about his past. Before coming here, he had been proud of himself, his accomplishments and his reputation. Now over the years, he had gradually began to feel shame for the things that he had done and he hated feeling shame over his past; so much so that there were times where he questioned whether or not he was fit to be raising a child?
Bulma however, felt different. She never judged him and never made him feel bad for his former life choices and desires. It was as though it didn’t exist to her because all she saw was how he had been since he had come to reside with her and her family and he continually shook his head at her naivety.
Vegeta remained there for a few days and did not return until he had convinced himself that no one was coming to destroy what he had acquired in the last few years and that even if they did, he would end them before they even had a look at Bulma or Trunks.
Fortunately for him, she was not upset at his absence and had accepted his ‘we have a son’ explanation and never once pushed or pestered him to say that putrid statement ever again. She had never smothered him or used it against him either. Nothing had changed between them. For that he was thankful to her for.
Three Years later…
“Hurry up, woman!” Vegeta bellowed impatiently as he waited for her to finish getting ready. “You are going to make us late.”
“I am hurrying, Vegeta just calm down,” she said irritably from the bathroom as she put the finishing touches to her hair; she had recently cut it into a super short but trendy bob. She hadn’t seen anyone from the old gang in a few years so she wanted to make sure she looked nothing short of stunning now that they were all meeting up for this new World Tournament. “Alright, I’m ready.”
Vegeta looked her up and down in appreciation. She was wearing a tight red scoop-neck dress that showed off her ample cleavage, flat stomach and small waistline quite nicely. At 40 years of age, she didn’t look a day older than the 30 year old woman he had first encountered on Namek; in his mind anyway, he thought she looked just as good. However she was constantly bitching about aging. He simply ignored it.
“See something you like?” she asked, feeling herself flush at the heated way he was looking at her, not hiding his thoughts.
“I see something I like very much,” he replied, reaching for her and pulling her close towards him. He kissed her hungrily, taking her face in both of his hands.
He had been feeling off the past few weeks and he attributed it to his nerves. In his state, he had neglected her and seeing her now looking nothing short of ravishing, he felt regret at having distanced himself from her.
He backed her up into the wall beside the closed door, reaching for the hem of her dress to bring it up and around her waist.
“Hmm, I’ve missed you,” she murmured against his mouth, eagerly wrapping her legs around his lean waist, not bringing up the fact that it had only been a moment ago that he had been rushing her to get ready so that they would not be late.
Vegeta managed to slide down his blue training pants, while keeping her pinned firmly against the wall as he kissed her back and slid a hand down into the front of her panties between them to touch her, making sure she desired him in the moment the same as he desired her.
“I need you right now,” she uttered in something that was between a moan and a whisper as he sunk two fingers into her.
He withdrew them and pushed her flimsy underwear aside and slid himself into her warm, welcoming heat. He didn’t know why he did this to himself every now and again, he thought as he thrust into her urgently. They didn’t have the time to prolong their coupling now; he knew that, but he needed her before he entered that arena. It is shameful and pathetic, he told himself but refused to dwell on his weakness now and only focused on the feeling of having her wrapped around him.
Bulma tightened her arms and legs around him as he moved in and out of her, wanting to keep him close. Things hadn’t been necessarily strained between them as of late, but something had been off about him in the past few weeks leading up to the tournament. She’d initially brushed it off as his nerves getting the better of him but something inside of her told her that it was much more than that.
She’d even worried that he had possibly sunk back into the deep depression that had taken a hold of him so long ago right after the Cell games but something told her that wasn’t it either. She wished he would just open up to her and tell her what it was that was bothering him. Was he no longer attracted to her, she wondered at times? He had barely come to their bed and it had become apparent in recent years that she was beginning to show her age and he did not.
She knew that things from his past sometimes troubled him; she never knew what exactly triggered him, but she knew he suffered from nightmares and flashbacks. It seemed to not happen as much as it used to, but she suspected that he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder to some degree and usually wrote off his episodes of distancing himself from her towards that. He’d never talk about it, so she didn’t know. The one time she had tried to be helpful in suggesting he talk about it and explained that it was only normal for him to go through phases of depression and anxiety, given his past, it only served to anger him and they’d gotten into a huge fight over it so she had learned to just let it go and wait for him to come to her.
Bulma hoped this tournament would be a good thing for him.
His mouth trailed up her jawline and down to her neck where he sucked and nibbled where her pulse was. Something about her neck drove him wild. Maybe it was because her scent seemed to be stronger there or maybe it was because he could feel her pulse. She never seemed to mind when his mouth lingered there now that she knew that from him it symbolized the deepest form of affection. That she didn’t mind was maybe why it was such a turn on for him. It demonstrated how deeply she trusted him. His teeth were sharper than any humans. If he wanted to end her life, all he had to do was bite down and she would bleed out within minutes. The thought excited him and bothered him at the same time.
All these years had gone by and he hadn’t killed a single being. Sometimes he missed the thrill of the kill. The feeling of blood lust. He didn’t necessarily regret his decision to remain here with this woman and her son but there were moments when he missed certain aspects of his former life. He’d had no ties, no one else to think of. Before all of this, he had been the perfect warrior.
Within the last few months, he had felt something he couldn’t put words to over becoming a domesticated family man as this planet labelled it. He was just like everyone else on this planet now, living the mundane life of a schedule and having to conform to all the rituals and customs.
He wouldn’t quite label what he felt as resentment, but he couldn’t grasp or put a name to the feeling and resentment was the first word that came to mind.
He had become weak.
He had become ordinary.
He was bored.
That was why he had jumped at the opportunity to fight in today’s World Martial Arts Tournament. It had piqued his interest to begin with, giving both him and Trunks something to train for. Once he had heard that Kakarott was going to be revived for the day, the possibility of facing his old rival and ally had sweetened the pot even more.
He had even taken pride in Trunks’ progress as a fighter. He was coming along nicely and he was anticipating watching him defeat Kakarott’s youngest spawn in the arena today.
Still, there was that feeling of being left unsatisfied in this life he was currently living and he didn’t know why and he didn’t know what to do to change it.
He cared deeply for his family; that was why he remained here. They were everything to him. He had the best of living conditions and all of the excessive luxuries this planet had to offer... and yet there was that nagging discontent brewing in his mind and heart.
As he felt his release approaching quickly, he slowed down his pace. It had been a while since they had been intimate; he couldn’t remember when the last time had been. He wanted her to reach completion as well. Today was going to be great. Today would change his life, he could feel it.
Bulma raked her fingers in his hair as she felt him slow down just a little bit and she knew he wanted her to join him as he finished. She was only slightly mindful of his mouth lingering on her neck, lightly nipping and sucking on the delicate skin. She cried out as he placed both of his hands on her bum, pulling her towards him, bringing himself even deeper into her, hitting just the right spot inside her.
She sighed his name into his ear as she felt herself coming. “Ohh,”
He knew she was close. He could feel her insides beginning to contract around him and her legs tightened around his waist. He rested his forehead against hers and began moving quickly into her again, taking in her features, distorted from the overwhelming pleasure that was threatening to claim her.
She inhaled sharply as she was thrown over the edge and he covered her mouth with his own as she cried out in her pleasure; he wasn’t sure where Trunks was, but he didn’t need to be privy to what they were doing.
She hated when he silenced her, but moaned into his mouth anyway as he continued plunging into hard and fast and deep. No one could satisfy her the way that he did and while he wasn’t always the emotional support she would like, when they came together like this, all transgressions were forgotten. The man could do no wrong and damn him, he knew it!
He stopped just as he felt himself beginning to unravel; he knew that he should be quick and finish but he did not want to rush now that he had started this with her. Why did I deny myself of her for so long, he asked himself again. The feelings of discontent long gone for the moment.
“What are you doing?” she asked hoarsely as she felt him withdrawing from her. Assuming that he wanted her to finish him off orally, she made to go down on her knees but he caught her elbow, keeping her standing up.
He wrapped an arm around her and undid the zipper of her dress and dragged her back a few feet into her specious bathroom, spun her so she was staring back at him into the mirror.
“What are you doing, Vegeta?” she asked again as he bent her over the countertop and one of his hands managed to free a breast from the confines of her dress. He began to fondle it. “We don’t have time...” she objected weakly, not truly minding.
“You are complaining?” he smirked into the back of her neck as he eased himself back into her again slowly then bringing himself out and then going back in hard, hitting a pleasure spot inside her as if to prove his point.
“Oh no,” she moaned, lost all over again. “You were rushing me to get ready is all... why do you do this?”
“What?” he grunted setting a moderate pace in and out of her.
“Start this... always... at the most inopportune time...” she said between breaths.
He didn’t reply. He only palmed her breast, kneading the nipple, feeling it stand erect against his fingers. His other hand made its way from her hip down to her front to stroke her.
Bulma lost her train of thought as he played her body expertly. She hummed as she felt a second round of pleasure beginning to build inside of her again and rested the back of her head against his shoulder, nipping him fiercely on his jawline while making eye contact with him through the mirror.
He responded by putting his mouth on the exposed side of her neck, sucking on the soft skin and lightly biting down but not breaking the skin.
He felt the familiar pull of pleasure beginning to course through him as his climax began and he rubbed her front more forcefully, wanting her to share in the moment.
“Oh god,” she sighed, rocking her hips greedily against his hand as she felt herself beginning to come again. She didn’t want to lose it... Not when she was so close.
Vegeta grunted as he lost himself inside of her completely, leaning his forehead on her shoulder as he basked in the pleasure of his release. She began to tremble against him as her own climax took over her senses.
They both shook and trembled and gasped for air as they calmed down in the aftermath of their activities.
Vegeta wrapped both arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly for a moment before letting her go and exiting the bathroom to readjust himself. It would do no good if everyone knew they had been late because he had been so weak as to have his woman before battle like he just had.
“Oh great,” he heard her sigh from the bathroom as she rushed to clean herself up again so they could leave.
Bulma came out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips in mock annoyance. On her neck was a bright red, very noticeable hickey.
Vegeta smirked at her, though he knew she probably wasn’t happy with him for doing that. She didn’t mind it when he marked her, just so long as she could cover it up afterwards. Usually he took great caution to respect that as well; especially since she was usually up for anything during their coupling and put forth the effort to keep things interesting. “You should cover that up,” he said in a mockingly innocent tone.
“With what?” she sighed. “All the cover up in the world isn’t going to make it go away,” she went into her closet and began rifling through her things.
“Hurry up,” he growled, knowing that would push her buttons a little.
“Says man who decided he wanted to have a little fun after I was ready to go,” she retorted. “I'm not complaining, but you really need to work on your timing and find more convenient times to pounce on me.”
She emerged from her closet with a small yellow scarf in hand. Racing to the mirror, she began to tie it stylishly, effectively hiding the evidence of their tryst. “What do you think? Does it look stupid?”
Vegeta shook his head. “Not at all,”
“Hmmmn, okay then, let’s go!” Just as they reached the door, she grabbed his hand to stop him. “I know you haven’t been yourself as of late so I hope this tournament is exactly what you need to remind yourself of who you are and what you want out of life. No matter what happens, win or lose, you’re the best in both mine and Trunks’ eyes. I want you to go out there and show everyone what you can do, and make us proud!”
“Hmmmn,” he grunted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to have a serious discussion with her.
“I'll be cheering you on from the stands and remember,” she said leaning in close to him, her lips to his ear and one of her hands skimmed down to his now flaccid package, “Win or lose, the real prize is here later on.”
“I will win,” he said absolutely without reservation.
“I know you will,” she smiled at him, kissing him lightly on his cheek before stepping away from him.
They left their bedroom, packed up Trunks and headed out to the stands of the tournament as a family. All of them anxious and excited for different reasons.
Bulma smiled to herself as Vegeta took her hand loosely as they walked casually on the grounds of the stadium. The guys had to sign in and weigh in still.
Never had she dared dream that things between her and Vegeta would turn out as good as it had. No, their relationship wasn’t perfect and Vegeta was still a mystery to her in so many ways, but she loved him and wouldn’t change it for anything.
Now here they all were, father and son competing together and she had no doubt that their presence here would not only be noticed but remembered as well. After all, Vegeta always had to make a statement or make a memorable entrance and Trunks seemed to follow in his father’s footsteps.
Yes, no matter the outcome, today would be memorable and possibly life changing for them.... She just knew it.
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If you want more, be sure to check my one shot entitled Ruled by Secrecy. It covers what happened immediately after the whole Buu debacle. I wrote and posted it a few years ago but when I was writing this I did want it to tie into it. Keep in mind there may be a few minor discrepancies there because it was previously written, but for the most part it should fit!
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Falling Away With You
Epilogue
Things slowly began to fall into a routine for both Bulma and Vegeta. Bulma made sure things were kept simple; just like she’d said it would be. She didn’t pressure him or put any added expectations onto him to make him feel trapped or regret his decision. Things had stayed the same, mostly, except with the added benefit of their nightly activities being far more interesting than that of just watching their favourite tv programs.
A few weeks later, Bulma even got the okay from her father and transferred out of the sales department and back to the lab where she could work just as easily from home as at the professional building. Not only was it better in the sense that she could spend more time with Trunks, but she felt Vegeta preferred it as well, also knowing that she would not be working with Derek at all anymore.
Vegeta even began using the gravity room again, much to both Bulma’s surprise and delight. It would seem that he was back, doing what he loved the most and he was back to his obsessive training regimen and he added Trunks into the equation as well. Bulma allowed him to train with his father in the gravity room just so long as Vegeta didn’t overdo it with him and he didn’t train under excessive force.
He still hadn’t taken her out or attempted to do anything to complete the formal mating ritual, which was a part of his own culture; he felt he did not need to. She was not making him adhere to hers and he knew how she felt about being visibly marked. It should have bothered him, but it didn’t. He knew his woman was as vain as they came and that her preference had more to do with vanity than anything else. Besides, she had taken to wearing a thin silver band on the ring finger of her left hand within a few weeks of them officially beginning their physical relationship again. She hadn’t mentioned anything to him about it, but he had noticed and recognized the significance of it and that was enough for him; truth be told, a part of him did not want to mar her body permanently anyway. Sure he marked her on occasion during their coupling, but it was always where no one else would see it and she never objected to it.
Not only that, but now that he had fully accepted her into his life, he had noticed a bond beginning to form between them. He did not think it was obvious to her, being that she was human, but he felt it. He was more in tune to her whereabouts and moods than he ever was before and so he assumed that was what his people had meant when he had heard Nappa speak of bonded mates. He had never questioned him on it to learn more because he had never thought he would even have the interest in finding a mate to settle down with.
Vegeta grunted as he spent himself inside her. It had been six months since they had began their affair again and even he had to admit that it wasn’t as horrible as he had thought it would be. Bulma didn’t put any restrictions on his training and she was almost always a willing partner in the evenings, even if they’d had an argument. That seemed to be the best way to make amends, he had discovered.
He pulled out of her and wrapped an arm around her waist, as was now customary for them; Bulma loved to cuddle and be close afterwards for at least a few minutes despite his objections that it was uncomfortable and too hot.
“I love you,” she murmured sleepily almost as an afterthought before falling asleep.
Vegeta froze. Unsure of how to respond. It had been for this reason why he had not wanted to get involved again. He didn’t know how to reciprocate this sort of thing.
“I’m sorry, I know you don’t like to hear that, but I do and I like to say it as well,” she said, regretting her slip. Things between her and Vegeta were usually pretty good recently unless she got too sappy for his liking and then he got uncomfortable.
“It is meaningless,” he growled, letting her go and began getting out of bed.
“It’s not meaningless to me,” she objected. “I know you care for both me and Trunks so why can’t you ever say it?”
“Because it is a stupid statement that is overused and does not need to be said,” he argued from inside her bathroom.
“Well I’m okay with you not telling me every five minutes like some girls, but once in a while it would be nice to be told that you care for me. Especially after doing what we just did so I don’t feel like a piece of meat.” she whined.
“We have a son,” he replied finally, in an exasperated tone after exiting her bathroom a few minutes later.
She sat up in bed and wrapped her blankets around herself, frowning at him, now wide awake. “Uhm, yeah. So?”
“You do not walk up to me every day or two or three times a day and say ‘we have a son,’ do you?”
"No."
"Exactly," he nodded. "You do not need to. It is simply a statement of obvious fact. You do not need to tell me we have a son because we both already know we have a son. We have a son, and his name is Trunks."
Bulma looked at him and blinked a few times before a small smile graced her face. She chuckled at him and nodded. "We have a son."
"Indeed," he replied, quickly getting dressed before she humiliated him further. He could not believe he had said all of that to her. Now she knew the true depth of his feelings for her and he could not take it back, ever. What was worse, she would probably take advantage of this new found knowledge and exploit it.
"We have a son, just like you have a Gravity Room and just like we live at Capsule Corporation and you are the Prince of all Saiyans," she said slowly to him, giving him a look that had made his ears start to burn red from embarrassment. She had figured out exactly what he had meant.
"That is correct," he replied gruffly as he finished dressing. He needed to get out of there and think about this. "Your point?"
"No point," she said innocently, still trying to hide the sly smile that was threatening to take over that mouth of hers. "Just stating the obvious facts is all."
"Hmmn," he grumbled and left her bedroom in a huff to go and brood for a few hours and decide what to do now. How could he have said such a thing! “We have a son,” he muttered quietly to himself, shaking his head at himself in disgust at his own actions.
He locked himself in the gravity chamber until well into the early hours of the morning so that she would most definitely be asleep by then and he had left before she had awoken because he did not want to discuss it.
He had fled to one of his favorite mountainsides to think and dwell on everything that had transpired in the last six months. She had not told him she’d loved him since their first brief encounter had come to an end. That was why it had taken him off guard. He knew she felt deeply for him, and he could admit that he felt strongly about her, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be openly declaring it and shouting it out from the rooftops like an imbecile.
Maybe I should leave, he thought as a slew of irrational thoughts began to swirl into his mind now that he had essentially told her, in his own way, that he loved her. No, he reasoned. He couldn’t do that to Trunks; he would be devastated which was why, god dammit, I should have left when I had the chance, instead of sticking around here!
What if someone from his past was tracking him and found him here? He had made many enemies during his time in Frieza’s service. It was more than likely that he had a few really decent bounties on his head that many would be only too happy to collect on. It was highly unlikely that any of them would even think to look for him down here on a planet as insignificant as Earth, but that did not mean it wasn’t a possibility.
When Frieza sent him out to collect bounties on deserters, he usually looked in the most unusual, most unlikely places to find his mark. That was always where he found them; and what did he do if they were settled with a family, wanting to be left alone? He took out their families first, in front of them and sometimes in the cruelest, most brutal of fashions. Why? Because attachments made a person weak. They made a person vulnerable.
Now he was one of those individuals.
He had a woman and child that he would do anything to keep safe and should anyone harm either of them, he knew it would be the death of him.
That was why he was upset with her for telling him that she loved him. It made him realize what he really felt for her. Truthfully, he already knew but now he had been forced to acknowledge it and it did not sit well with him. He felt like by admitting it out loud was to jinx it and it was only a matter of time now before someone came to do to him what he had done to so many others.
He knew that he would defend them until his last breath if he needed to, that he was far stronger than many of the weaklings he had been commissioned to collect. However he still did not want to bring that down upon his family. They did not need to suffer because of his past doings.
That was another thing he did not like about living here; these Earthlings had clouded his moral compass. For the first time in his life, he felt bad about his past. Before coming here, he had been proud of himself, his accomplishments and his reputation. Now over the years, he had gradually began to feel shame for the things that he had done and he hated feeling shame over his past; so much so that there were times where he questioned whether or not he was fit to be raising a child?
Bulma however, felt different. She never judged him and never made him feel bad for his former life choices and desires. It was as though it didn’t exist to her because all she saw was how he had been since he had come to reside with her and her family and he continually shook his head at her naivety.
Vegeta remained there for a few days and did not return until he had convinced himself that no one was coming to destroy what he had acquired in the last few years and that even if they did, he would end them before they even had a look at Bulma or Trunks.
Fortunately for him, she was not upset at his absence and had accepted his ‘we have a son’ explanation and never once pushed or pestered him to say that putrid statement ever again. She had never smothered him or used it against him either. Nothing had changed between them. For that he was thankful to her for.
Three Years later…
“Hurry up, woman!” Vegeta bellowed impatiently as he waited for her to finish getting ready. “You are going to make us late.”
“I am hurrying, Vegeta just calm down,” she said irritably from the bathroom as she put the finishing touches to her hair; she had recently cut it into a super short but trendy bob. She hadn’t seen anyone from the old gang in a few years so she wanted to make sure she looked nothing short of stunning now that they were all meeting up for this new World Tournament. “Alright, I’m ready.”
Vegeta looked her up and down in appreciation. She was wearing a tight red scoop-neck dress that showed off her ample cleavage, flat stomach and small waistline quite nicely. At 40 years of age, she didn’t look a day older than the 30 year old woman he had first encountered on Namek; in his mind anyway, he thought she looked just as good. However she was constantly bitching about aging. He simply ignored it.
“See something you like?” she asked, feeling herself flush at the heated way he was looking at her, not hiding his thoughts.
“I see something I like very much,” he replied, reaching for her and pulling her close towards him. He kissed her hungrily, taking her face in both of his hands.
He had been feeling off the past few weeks and he attributed it to his nerves. In his state, he had neglected her and seeing her now looking nothing short of ravishing, he felt regret at having distanced himself from her.
He backed her up into the wall beside the closed door, reaching for the hem of her dress to bring it up and around her waist.
“Hmm, I’ve missed you,” she murmured against his mouth, eagerly wrapping her legs around his lean waist, not bringing up the fact that it had only been a moment ago that he had been rushing her to get ready so that they would not be late.
Vegeta managed to slide down his blue training pants, while keeping her pinned firmly against the wall as he kissed her back and slid a hand down into the front of her panties between them to touch her, making sure she desired him in the moment the same as he desired her.
“I need you right now,” she uttered in something that was between a moan and a whisper as he sunk two fingers into her.
He withdrew them and pushed her flimsy underwear aside and slid himself into her warm, welcoming heat. He didn’t know why he did this to himself every now and again, he thought as he thrust into her urgently. They didn’t have the time to prolong their coupling now; he knew that, but he needed her before he entered that arena. It is shameful and pathetic, he told himself but refused to dwell on his weakness now and only focused on the feeling of having her wrapped around him.
Bulma tightened her arms and legs around him as he moved in and out of her, wanting to keep him close. Things hadn’t been necessarily strained between them as of late, but something had been off about him in the past few weeks leading up to the tournament. She’d initially brushed it off as his nerves getting the better of him but something inside of her told her that it was much more than that.
She’d even worried that he had possibly sunk back into the deep depression that had taken a hold of him so long ago right after the Cell games but something told her that wasn’t it either. She wished he would just open up to her and tell her what it was that was bothering him. Was he no longer attracted to her, she wondered at times? He had barely come to their bed and it had become apparent in recent years that she was beginning to show her age and he did not.
She knew that things from his past sometimes troubled him; she never knew what exactly triggered him, but she knew he suffered from nightmares and flashbacks. It seemed to not happen as much as it used to, but she suspected that he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder to some degree and usually wrote off his episodes of distancing himself from her towards that. He’d never talk about it, so she didn’t know. The one time she had tried to be helpful in suggesting he talk about it and explained that it was only normal for him to go through phases of depression and anxiety, given his past, it only served to anger him and they’d gotten into a huge fight over it so she had learned to just let it go and wait for him to come to her.
Bulma hoped this tournament would be a good thing for him.
His mouth trailed up her jawline and down to her neck where he sucked and nibbled where her pulse was. Something about her neck drove him wild. Maybe it was because her scent seemed to be stronger there or maybe it was because he could feel her pulse. She never seemed to mind when his mouth lingered there now that she knew that from him it symbolized the deepest form of affection. That she didn’t mind was maybe why it was such a turn on for him. It demonstrated how deeply she trusted him. His teeth were sharper than any humans. If he wanted to end her life, all he had to do was bite down and she would bleed out within minutes. The thought excited him and bothered him at the same time.
All these years had gone by and he hadn’t killed a single being. Sometimes he missed the thrill of the kill. The feeling of blood lust. He didn’t necessarily regret his decision to remain here with this woman and her son but there were moments when he missed certain aspects of his former life. He’d had no ties, no one else to think of. Before all of this, he had been the perfect warrior.
Within the last few months, he had felt something he couldn’t put words to over becoming a domesticated family man as this planet labelled it. He was just like everyone else on this planet now, living the mundane life of a schedule and having to conform to all the rituals and customs.
He wouldn’t quite label what he felt as resentment, but he couldn’t grasp or put a name to the feeling and resentment was the first word that came to mind.
He had become weak.
He had become ordinary.
He was bored.
That was why he had jumped at the opportunity to fight in today’s World Martial Arts Tournament. It had piqued his interest to begin with, giving both him and Trunks something to train for. Once he had heard that Kakarott was going to be revived for the day, the possibility of facing his old rival and ally had sweetened the pot even more.
He had even taken pride in Trunks’ progress as a fighter. He was coming along nicely and he was anticipating watching him defeat Kakarott’s youngest spawn in the arena today.
Still, there was that feeling of being left unsatisfied in this life he was currently living and he didn’t know why and he didn’t know what to do to change it.
He cared deeply for his family; that was why he remained here. They were everything to him. He had the best of living conditions and all of the excessive luxuries this planet had to offer... and yet there was that nagging discontent brewing in his mind and heart.
As he felt his release approaching quickly, he slowed down his pace. It had been a while since they had been intimate; he couldn’t remember when the last time had been. He wanted her to reach completion as well. Today was going to be great. Today would change his life, he could feel it.
Bulma raked her fingers in his hair as she felt him slow down just a little bit and she knew he wanted her to join him as he finished. She was only slightly mindful of his mouth lingering on her neck, lightly nipping and sucking on the delicate skin. She cried out as he placed both of his hands on her bum, pulling her towards him, bringing himself even deeper into her, hitting just the right spot inside her.
She sighed his name into his ear as she felt herself coming. “Ohh,”
He knew she was close. He could feel her insides beginning to contract around him and her legs tightened around his waist. He rested his forehead against hers and began moving quickly into her again, taking in her features, distorted from the overwhelming pleasure that was threatening to claim her.
She inhaled sharply as she was thrown over the edge and he covered her mouth with his own as she cried out in her pleasure; he wasn’t sure where Trunks was, but he didn’t need to be privy to what they were doing.
She hated when he silenced her, but moaned into his mouth anyway as he continued plunging into hard and fast and deep. No one could satisfy her the way that he did and while he wasn’t always the emotional support she would like, when they came together like this, all transgressions were forgotten. The man could do no wrong and damn him, he knew it!
He stopped just as he felt himself beginning to unravel; he knew that he should be quick and finish but he did not want to rush now that he had started this with her. Why did I deny myself of her for so long, he asked himself again. The feelings of discontent long gone for the moment.
“What are you doing?” she asked hoarsely as she felt him withdrawing from her. Assuming that he wanted her to finish him off orally, she made to go down on her knees but he caught her elbow, keeping her standing up.
He wrapped an arm around her and undid the zipper of her dress and dragged her back a few feet into her specious bathroom, spun her so she was staring back at him into the mirror.
“What are you doing, Vegeta?” she asked again as he bent her over the countertop and one of his hands managed to free a breast from the confines of her dress. He began to fondle it. “We don’t have time...” she objected weakly, not truly minding.
“You are complaining?” he smirked into the back of her neck as he eased himself back into her again slowly then bringing himself out and then going back in hard, hitting a pleasure spot inside her as if to prove his point.
“Oh no,” she moaned, lost all over again. “You were rushing me to get ready is all... why do you do this?”
“What?” he grunted setting a moderate pace in and out of her.
“Start this... always... at the most inopportune time...” she said between breaths.
He didn’t reply. He only palmed her breast, kneading the nipple, feeling it stand erect against his fingers. His other hand made its way from her hip down to her front to stroke her.
Bulma lost her train of thought as he played her body expertly. She hummed as she felt a second round of pleasure beginning to build inside of her again and rested the back of her head against his shoulder, nipping him fiercely on his jawline while making eye contact with him through the mirror.
He responded by putting his mouth on the exposed side of her neck, sucking on the soft skin and lightly biting down but not breaking the skin.
He felt the familiar pull of pleasure beginning to course through him as his climax began and he rubbed her front more forcefully, wanting her to share in the moment.
“Oh god,” she sighed, rocking her hips greedily against his hand as she felt herself beginning to come again. She didn’t want to lose it... Not when she was so close.
Vegeta grunted as he lost himself inside of her completely, leaning his forehead on her shoulder as he basked in the pleasure of his release. She began to tremble against him as her own climax took over her senses.
They both shook and trembled and gasped for air as they calmed down in the aftermath of their activities.
Vegeta wrapped both arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly for a moment before letting her go and exiting the bathroom to readjust himself. It would do no good if everyone knew they had been late because he had been so weak as to have his woman before battle like he just had.
“Oh great,” he heard her sigh from the bathroom as she rushed to clean herself up again so they could leave.
Bulma came out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips in mock annoyance. On her neck was a bright red, very noticeable hickey.
Vegeta smirked at her, though he knew she probably wasn’t happy with him for doing that. She didn’t mind it when he marked her, just so long as she could cover it up afterwards. Usually he took great caution to respect that as well; especially since she was usually up for anything during their coupling and put forth the effort to keep things interesting. “You should cover that up,” he said in a mockingly innocent tone.
“With what?” she sighed. “All the cover up in the world isn’t going to make it go away,” she went into her closet and began rifling through her things.
“Hurry up,” he growled, knowing that would push her buttons a little.
“Says man who decided he wanted to have a little fun after I was ready to go,” she retorted. “I'm not complaining, but you really need to work on your timing and find more convenient times to pounce on me.”
She emerged from her closet with a small yellow scarf in hand. Racing to the mirror, she began to tie it stylishly, effectively hiding the evidence of their tryst. “What do you think? Does it look stupid?”
Vegeta shook his head. “Not at all,”
“Hmmmn, okay then, let’s go!” Just as they reached the door, she grabbed his hand to stop him. “I know you haven’t been yourself as of late so I hope this tournament is exactly what you need to remind yourself of who you are and what you want out of life. No matter what happens, win or lose, you’re the best in both mine and Trunks’ eyes. I want you to go out there and show everyone what you can do, and make us proud!”
“Hmmmn,” he grunted uncomfortably. He didn’t want to have a serious discussion with her.
“I'll be cheering you on from the stands and remember,” she said leaning in close to him, her lips to his ear and one of her hands skimmed down to his now flaccid package, “Win or lose, the real prize is here later on.”
“I will win,” he said absolutely without reservation.
“I know you will,” she smiled at him, kissing him lightly on his cheek before stepping away from him.
They left their bedroom, packed up Trunks and headed out to the stands of the tournament as a family. All of them anxious and excited for different reasons.
Bulma smiled to herself as Vegeta took her hand loosely as they walked casually on the grounds of the stadium. The guys had to sign in and weigh in still.
Never had she dared dream that things between her and Vegeta would turn out as good as it had. No, their relationship wasn’t perfect and Vegeta was still a mystery to her in so many ways, but she loved him and wouldn’t change it for anything.
Now here they all were, father and son competing together and she had no doubt that their presence here would not only be noticed but remembered as well. After all, Vegeta always had to make a statement or make a memorable entrance and Trunks seemed to follow in his father’s footsteps.
Yes, no matter the outcome, today would be memorable and possibly life changing for them.... She just knew it.
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Thanks for reading guys!!! I hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
If you want more, be sure to check my one shot entitled Ruled by Secrecy. It covers what happened immediately after the whole Buu debacle. I wrote and posted it a few years ago but when I was writing this I did want it to tie into it. Keep in mind there may be a few minor discrepancies there because it was previously written, but for the most part it should fit!
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