Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 3 - Explanations

Vegeta angrily slammed the GR door as he fought to control his urge to destroy something. The last thing he needed was to hear that he had to stay on this mud ball of a planet while he… He snarled, as he wouldn't allow himself to think of the humiliation. He had tried so hard to rid himself of the reality of his weakness, but the harder he fought, the more painfully the truth hit him.

"Happy birthday, monkey." Freeza chuckled. "I must say, this should be quiet interesting. I've never seen a Saiya-jin's first post pubescent tri-rut. I've heard once the sunsets the urges are unbearable until you find something to fuck. It should be interesting since, well you know, you couldn't find a woman in this galaxy who'd spread her legs for you!" Freeza belted out in his maniacal laughter.

Vegeta clenched his fists as he tried to push the memory away. He had turned fifteen that day. It would be his first time in heat, and it had to be his most intense. A Saiya-jin male only experiences his tri-rut once every fifteen years for three days. The first, on his fifteenth birthday, is supposed to be handled by a professional. Then for any subsequent tri-ruts, the experience was to be shared by a mated, if not bonded, couple. The tri-rut for both males and females was the most intense form of intercourse and connection two beings could experience. At fifteen, a male's instincts are not mature enough for anything like that, but at his age it could be dangerous.

Vegeta growled as he sunk to the ground. He knew how unbearable his first was. He was a Saiya-jin male without a female to 'take care' of his 'problem.' His choices were limited to say the least, but if there was one thing he vowed never to do, it was follow Nappa's example when he hit his thirtieth. His stomach still churns to this day as he remembers the sight of the thirty or so dead female bodies in the soldier's room. He was only ten at the time, but he knew what the man had done. It was the first time he had been subjected to a scene that brought vomit from his mouth, and he had seen a lot as a little boy.

He vowed that day never to be so weak, never to perform that kind of brutality. It was not only sick, but un-Saiya-jin to do anything of the like. It was that vision that decided for him that he would set off for an asexual planet and spend the three days therapeutically destroying it. That was the plan he would use ever year when he would go into heat. That was the way he would always control his urges. But his rut was different. He never could he have imagined the intensity he faced.

He remembered his father once joking with him that the tri-rut only happens once every fifteen years because for everyday of heat you need five years to recover. He wished he had remembered those words when he had arrived on the planet he had set off to purge for those three days straight. He had arrived during the afternoon, and though his urges were powerful, it was nothing he could not handle. It was only when night came that everything changed. All control was lost, his only rational thought, to find a woman.

To this day he applauded himself for the wisdom to purge an asexual planet. In truth he knew that if he had been on any planet with females, compatible females, he would not have thought twice before taking them against their will. Of course what really happened was not any less a bruise to his ego. He could still hear Freeza's laugh the day he returned from his purge.

"Nice job Monkey." Freeza along with Zarbon, Dodoria and a congregation of ass kissing soldiers mocked him as he returned. "You must be so proud now that you're officially a man. Or are you? What do you think Dodoria?"

"I don't know Freeza, why don't you ask his hand, that's what received the most action the entire three days!"

He had never felt humiliation as he had that day. Not even his death before Freeza made him feel so ashamed. The beast that stole his family, people, and pride, that day took from him the hope of ever feeling any form of companionship to fill in the void he would never admit existed in what was left of his heart. He made him feel worthless. Not only in the sense that a woman would never find him physically attractive, but that no being would feel him worth the air he breathes.

But that was his life. Always wanting more, but never daring to admit or attempt to achieve it. He was forever cursed to live with this shame, and his being grounded on this planet would only prove that. He was completely out of options. Locking himself away would not suffice with his strength, and finding a willing partner was yet another impossibility. He frowned as he closed his eyes. He foresaw this nightmare ending one of two ways. First he would kill himself, or second he would end up forcing himself on some weak earth woman and then be killed by Kakarrot for doing so. Either way this was not going to end well for him.

'You must be enjoying this, Freeza.' He thought bitterly as he rose from the ground and stalked over to the gravity room shower. He hoped the warm water would help eliminate his anguish.

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Bulma returned home a few hours later, sporting a smile from cheek to cheek. She had wanted to get a haircut and style for a while now; her 'beehive' as Vegeta liked to call it, was getting out of control. She had it straightened and was thrilled by the results. Her vibrant blue locks extended down just past her shoulders. She decided to pass on the hair cut for now; she thought having longer tresses made her appear younger.

"Hello all," She smiled happily as she entered the kitchen.

"Oh honey your hair looks wonderful!" Mrs. Briefs cheered in delight.

"I agree, you look beautiful my dear." Dr. Briefs nodded with his wife.

"Thanks." She smiled as she gave her father a quick kiss on the cheek. "Is dinner ready yet?"

"Yes honey, oh, but would you mind getting Vegeta, dear?" Mrs. Briefs giggled in her usual ditzy manner.

"Perhaps I should." Dr. Briefs interrupted. "The boy is in a rather disagreeable mood, and I would not want him to take it out on you, Bulma."

"A mood? What's made him so angry?" Bulma gulped afraid he was still upset about earlier.

"Apparently the boy wanted to leave for space by the end of the week, but when I told him I couldn't have the ship ready by then, he threw a fit. I'm not sure what it was about, but when I said he could leave in a month he told me it would be too late."

"Oh dear, I wonder what this is all about?" Mrs. Briefs covered her mouth with the tips of her fingers.

"You know what Dad, I think I'll go talk to him. Maybe I can get him to calm down." Bulma offered thinking his sudden need to leave might have had something to do with last night. She didn't take the chance to listen for an objection as she went out to the gravity room. She tried to remain calm as she knocked on the door, prepared for yet a second awkward exchange that day. She didn't hear any answer and knocked again. When she received nothing but silence a second time she ventured to walk in. The engines were off so she knew he was not training. Slowly walking in, she looked around for the proud warrior. She was about to call his name when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and pinned against the GR wall. She blinked as she realized who had pinned her. "Vegeta what the hell is wrong with you!"

"Woman?" He asked completely baffled by her appearance. He took his hand and ran it up the side her face before tangling it in her scalp. He then slowly pulled his fingers through her locks from root to tip. He was amazed by how soft it felt. His hair was always stiff and rough, but hers, he had to restrain himself from touching it again. "You look less hideous." He smirked as he finally released his hold on her and took a step back.

Bulma felt herself holding back a blush when she felt his amazingly soft hand touch her face. She immediately took a mental note never to mock him for always wearing gloves again. "Coming from you I'll take that as a compliment." She tried to remain civil as she brushed herself off. "Honestly Vegeta, did you think I came in here to attack you?"

"I didn't recognize you without that the beehive." He mocked before he turned to walk away.

"Vegeta!" She called as she ran in front of him. "I didn't come in here so you could have fun scaring the shit out of me; I came to talk to you."

Vegeta's face remained expressionless. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say woman, I have more important matters to deal w-"

"Why do you want to leave the planet?" She asked him boldly as she stopped him once again from walking away from her.

"Because I'm sick of you sniveling humans." He growled as he moved to walk away from her again, only to be sidestepped.

"You've been sick of us 'sniveling' humans for the last year, but you haven't left until now. Why?"

"My choices do not concern you woman, so stay the hell out of it!" He growled as he had hoped he would scare her into fleeing. Much to his dismay, she only persisted.

"Is it because of me? Are you leaving because of what I said?" She asked fearing the worst.

Vegeta began to laugh mockingly as he looked condescendingly down to her. "Foolish woman. Do you honestly think I gave a damn about what you said to me? Your insults last night meant nothing to me, as did your apology this morning. So don't be naive enough to think I would make plans to leave this planet because of your offensive remarks."

Bulma felt her jaw lower slightly. "If my comments meant nothing to you then why did you just call them offensive? And why did you look like hell this morning? And why the hell didn't you bring your indifference of my opinions to my attention earlier?" She shot back knowing full well he was no less offended by what she said last night than he was lying about his reasons for leaving.

Vegeta clenched his fists as he took a step closer to the suspicious woman. "I will say this once and only once. You don't know me, you don't understand me, and you sure as hell have no business trying to figure either of the above out! You are of no more importance to me than one of the weakling creatures I killed on one of the hundreds of planets I have purged. You and you're family are nothing but a tool to achieve what I want. So don't waste your time concerned with my affairs because after I kill Kakarrot you and your useless family will be next."

"It's something more serious, isn't it?" She concluded as if he hadn't just threatened her and her family's lives.

Vegeta's eyes widened. She should have been scared shitless by the tone of voice he was projecting. Instead she was acting more concerned than before. "Woman so help me if you don't stop your questioning I'll-h"

"Killing me won't help your problem." She crossed her arms defensively.

"I have no problem!" Vegeta growled as his anger was getting the better of him. "So leave me the hell alone before I deal you a fate worse than death."

"Stop it Vegeta! You might think I don't know anything about you, but I do know that the more violent the threats get, the more serious whatever you're covering up is! Now will you just cut the damn arrogant act for one minute of your life and just tell me what the hell has gotten you so furious that you're ready to leave the planet!"

As soon as the words left her mouth Bulma felt her back make contact with the walk again as Vegeta's hand snaked around her neck. He wasn't applying enough pressure to do anything more than hold her in place, which left Bulma feeling strangely calm. "Damn you woman! I have half a mind to lock myself up with you and make you suffer my rut along with me for such a display of disrespect!"

"You… Your rut?" She gaped at him as she heard the word slip out. "You're going into heat? That's what this is all about?!?"

Vegeta growled as he ripped his hand away from her neck. "You're feeble mind could not possibly understand what that means so don't bother trying to figure it out!"

"The hell I can't!" She cut him off, "I grew up with a Saiya-jin, Vegeta! I still remember the first time Goku went into heat! My father had to use a tranquilizer strong enough for a rhino to keep him sedated for our protection! He became sex obsessed and didn't seem to care whether his partner was interested or not! So don't tell me I would not understand!"

"I have more control than that fool did as a child." Vegeta growled as he stepped back and crossed his arms.

"Not if it's a tri-rut." She shot back at him.

Vegeta tried, but failed to hide his shock. "How the hell could you know that?!"

Bulma smiled proudly. "I'm a scientist remember? When Goku was sedated during his first rut I took a sample of his blood in hopes of figuring out what the hell was wrong with him. And to make a very long story short, I not only learned that he was in heat, but that he possesses a gene, which I now assume is common among Saiya-jins, that intensifies the rut exponentially once every fifteen years. Now for an adolescent boy who doesn't have a willing partner it's dangerous. But fortunately, at the time he was week enough to be sedated. I had hoped when Goku turned thirty, which is luckily not for another five years, he'd have the control to handle it. Plus being that he's married I assumed Chi-Chi would just enjoy the ride, suffering severe fatigue at the worst." Bulma finished her explanation with a long sigh. "How you're people normally dealt with this is beyond me."

"We had professionals." Vegeta growled still bitter over not having the opportunity himself.

Bulma laughed, "That must be a fun job."

"I have no need for your humor woman. Nothing about this is funny." He narrowed his eyes as she failed to wipe the smile off her face.

"Look Vegeta, I can understand you'd probably want to get off the planet to go whoring around or something but-"

"I would do no such thing!" He hissed, "I am Saiya-jin royalty. I would never do something so disgraceful!"

"Ok," Bulma threw her hands up in defeat. "Look, the most important question here is if you had a female to mate with, would you be too violent to stop yourself from hurting her?"

Vegeta took a long hard breath. The last thing he wanted to do was get into this discussion with her. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them before he answered. "A Saiya-jin male is meant to spend his second tri-runt with his bonded or mated female. He is supposed to care enough for her safety to ensure it. But even under such circumstances some female Saiya-jins have suffered injuries, none life threatening, but enough to kill a weakling of your race. So in a situation where I don't give a damn about the woman and have been suppressing my urges for all of my past heats, chances of injury, or worse, are high. Even with my control."

Bulma contemplated the possibilities for a few moments before asking, "What if you were partially sedated? Enough so that you are still horny as hell, but had more control?"

Vegeta's eyebrow partially perked up. "Assuming you have a sedative strong enough. I suppose it may make a difference."

"Ok, when do you go into heat exactly?"

"The end of the week." He admitted reluctantly.

"Great," Bulma smiled triumphantly as she started to leave the GR. "Then you'll be fine. I'll work an injection up for you. Um... You're not afraid of needles like Goku are you?"

"Woman," Vegeta snarled at how mindless she was being. "The injection will not solve the problem, I don't have a goddamn mate!"

"Not a problem," Bulma brushed off, "I'll find you someone by the end of the week. I mean as long as you don't speak I'm sure I can find some sucker to take you at face… Um… better make that muscle value." She giggled before she closed the door behind her so he couldn't send an insult back.

Vegeta watched the woman leave wondering how the hell he got himself into this.

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Author's Note: Hmmm… So Bulma is going woman hunting for Vegeta. I feel some humor coming up! Next chapter in a few…