Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love the First Time ❯ What You Need ( Chapter 11 )

Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 11 - What You Need

The sun came blazing into Bulma's room in a blinding ray. She moaned lightly as she slowly put together the events of the night before. She smiled as she remembered how perfect their last night together was, especially the beginning of the night. It was almost worth ending it on such a high note. Bulma yawned quietly before she shifted to pull herself out of bed when she suddenly realized a heavy binding was holding her down; Vegeta's arm.

Bulma suppressed the urge to scream in shock, as she couldn't believe he had stayed until morning. 'Poor pup must be drained from his rut. Not that I can blame him,' Bulma noted as she realized she was going to spend the next week recovering from it herself. She shifted quietly as she looked up at his sleeping face. He was laying peacefully on his back with one arm wrapped almost possessively around her. She knew he was still asleep because she could hear that light snoring sound she had heard from after the explosion. All things considered, it was cute. 'Amazing how someone so deadly can look so innocent in his sleep,' she thought as she ever so slowly ran her fingertips across his cheek, causing an expression close to that of a smile to grace his lips. 'So cute.'

Bulma decided not to wake him, and enjoy her last few minutes of peace as she rested her head against his perfect chest. She wound her free arm around his waist as she snuggled closer to him. She imagined he would be furious when he awoke, but she was willing to suffer whatever backlash he would unleash, just to experience, however fleeting, a few more minutes of genuine contentment.

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Their bodies were sticky, hot and sweat drenched as they collapsed together. "I love you," she whispered as she fought to catch her breath.

"Are you certain?" He questioned with all seriousness, as if her response was the beginning or end of all.

"Yes." She moaned as she kissed him passionately.

He then brushed her hair away from her shoulder and sank his teeth into her neck. She screamed in pain, but after a few moments the pain subsided and her body became engulfed in ecstasy. She could feel him supporting her weight as he greedily drank the excess blood from her body. He then gently laid her back down on the bed as he took her hand and placed it on his neck at approximately the same point he bit her. "Your turn," he said in a deep sexy voice.

Without a second thought she sunk her teeth into his hot flesh and drank the warm salty blood running from his pulsating body. She could hear him moan softly as he was overtaken by the same pleasure she was overwhelmed by a moment ago. Once his bleeding subsided she pulled away from him and closed her eyes. She then felt him rest his head on her chest.

"What just… happened?" she panted.

"We are bonded," he said with all seriousness as he pulled his face up to hers. "We are united for all eternity… And nothing can ever break that."

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Vegeta's eyes flew open, as his dream seemed more horrifying than any nightmare. He blinked as he took in his surroundings. The sunlight was blinding, and the bed was a messy mix of sweat and sex, just adding to his discomfort. He groaned even more depressingly as he realized he was tangled together with something. Vegeta looked down to see the only woman he had ever been so intimate with, clinging to him rather affectionately. His mind flared with panic as he gently moved his hand to her neck to make certain his dream had been just that. A sigh of relief came over him as his eyes inspected her unmarked neck. 'Dodged a damn ki blast with that one,' he cringed as he thought.

He looked down at the blue haired beauty in his arms as he wondered what had forced his mind to dream of the woman in such a manner. 'Bonding? It's not even possible for me to bond. I'd kill the woman with my past,' he thought with a momentary feeling of regret. He could never bond to any female. The pain and horror of his past would send a softhearted creature like the woman in his arms to insanity. Even if she could survive the truths, she would surely bolt screaming in the opposite direction, not that he could blame her. Even he wanted to run from his past on a daily basis, how could he expect another to live with that same past day in and day out for an eternity? No, the woman would never look at him the same, never forgive his past, and never want to be near him as she is now. No, bonding was a nightmare in itself, not as simple as his foolish dream would allow him to imagine.

Vegeta could never give of himself that way, and he seriously doubted any woman would return the act. That was what made these three days perfect. No attachments, no demands, just a swift, mutually accepted ending. So why did he find himself clinging to the woman as though he wanted to stay longer? 'Hormones. Clearly I haven't completed worked this rut out of my system,' he told himself implausibly. He could not get this nagging thought out of his mind that there was something about this woman that made him want to continue whatever it was they had. He would call it as he had before, just sex, but even his ego could not shield him from what they shared last night. He was not certain what it was, but it was not just sex.

Vegeta closed his eyes as he recalled the events of last night, right before the sunset. Though his actions last night seemed aberrant, he found it difficult to summon any regret. He could almost still hear his name cried from her lips, as he experienced her core. Upon reflection, he could not even begin to understand what had possessed him to perform an act that, in thought, sounds degrading and disgusting. Yet, at the time, neither notion crossed his mind. He had explored her soft wet folds with his tongue; licking, drinking, and even lightly biting her sex. Her taste was hot and thick, yet sweet in her center. Of course his true reward in the act was not present in merely her taste, but the sounds of pleasure the act invoked.

In two of the past three nights, he had never heard her scream his name as loudly as she did during that one act. Her body never shook with such violent spasms under the power of her orgasm; a release, which he could still taste on the tip of his tongue at this very second. He had never once heard among the wild boastings of Freeza's crew, and even his own Saiya-jin counterparts, that pleasuring a female could bring such self-gratification. Of course most of the men on that list were rapists or more self-absorbed than he. Not a surprise such a fact would evade his knowledge, yet it made him wonder.

Women are a weakness. Nappa had taught him that repeatedly throughout his youth. Yet why did he feel so strong when he was with this woman?

Vegeta, feeling it necessary to detach from his now former mate, took one final moment to examine the beauty of the woman in his arms. In an unconscious gesture, he kissed her softly on the forehead before gently and quietly removing her body from his person. After gathering his bearings, he walked over to his discarded pajama pants and quickly threw them on. He then looked down at the pile of his gifts from the night before.

Vegeta knelt down next to the items as he slowly placed the chocolates, training suit, and other accessories back into the original box. His eyes then wandered over a few feet to where his third gift had landed last night. He reached over for the leather thong and bra, smirking as he recalled being very careful last night not to rip the items. He slowly took in the thick scent of the matching set before tightly closing his fist around them. He slowly heated up his ki until the garments incinerated to ash. That particular gift was only for one night; he would never see them on her again, and he sure as hell never wanted another man to see her in them. He cringed unconsciously as that final thought seemed particularly appalling. He certainly did not want the woman any longer, yet he did not want another to have her. Was that selfish?

Vegeta mentally shrugged as he rose to his feet, his remaining gifts in hand. He looked one last time at the peaceful figure of Bulma before slowly departing from her room. Vegeta sighed lightly as he wondered how long it would be before he knew the full extent of the damage that the woman had inflicted upon him these past three days. Her soft emotions and tender affections had, though he would not verbalize it, done something to him. Something that gave Vegeta the nagging feeling he would find out before long.

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A month had gone by and life seemed to go back as though nothing had ever happened. Bulma went back to running Capsule Corp as Vegeta intensified his training to make up for lost time. Fatigue and soreness, at least on Bulma's part, had finally subsided. All that was left of those three days were memories that both party's pride demanded they forget.

In the weeks following the couple rarely saw each other. But when they did, it was only to argue about the broken GR or the lack of food in the house. Neither one alluded to the events of Vegeta's rut. Even in the heated verbal battles they slipped into, each refrained from addressing anything that happened between the two of them during those three days. The subject became taboo and completely off limits. They went back to their lives, and neither intended to think twice about the events. It was over and that was that.

At least, that was what they both thought before one fateful evening. Vegeta had tired of training, so he had gone into the living room to down some snacks while he watched the box that produced human entertainment. Of course, it was hardly entertainment by his definition, but the box presented him with a mind numbing distraction that he welcomed.

"Hey Vegeta." That typically fiery voice called his name in a particularly soft manner, immediately interrupting his chance at peace.

"What woman?" He asked not taking his eyes off of the television, or his snack.

"I got a call from my parents," Bulma began simply as she plopped down on the opposite side of the couch. "My Dad said my grandmother is finally doing better so they should be back before the end of the week."

Vegeta huffed indifferently as he continued to stare at the television, his expression still that of boredom. "At least I can have a decent meal again."

"You know Vegeta, for as much as you complain about my cooking, I don't see you turning down any of it," she noted. The leftovers he was eating at that moment were from a meal she had cooked only the night before.

"I need to eat woman, even if that means downing your lousy cooking," he hissed gruffly.

Bulma shrugged in concession. He was right in that her cooking was rather sub par, but she was a scientist, not a chef. "Whatever Vegeta," she yawned as she laid her head against the arm of the couch and kicked her shoes off before propping her legs up on the sofa.

Vegeta eyed her movements very closely as he watched her feet snuggle dangerously close to his thigh. He was tempted to demand that she move, but his discomfort would have confirmed his awkwardness around her, and he sure as hell wasn't going to allow some woman to think him weak.

The pair sat beside each other in silence for half hour before Vegeta had enough television and wished to catch a few hours of peaceful sleep before the annoying blonde haired woman returned. He cringed as he could just imagine how clingy she would be after losing his presence for a month. Of course he was irresistible, but the woman was married and old enough to be his mother. Her flirting was stomach churning.

A light moan interrupted Vegeta's thoughts as he turned back to look at the female on the couch. She had clearly fallen asleep by the way she was fidgeting. He sighed, knowing what would happen after she wakes up. She always rouses to be in a bitchy mood, complaining of a cramp in her neck from the uncomfortable piece of furniture. He decided to save himself from the sound of her screeching voice and just deposit her in her room to save his ears the trouble.

Vegeta gently walked over and slipped his arms under her, one under her knees and then the other behind her back. He gently lifted her into his chest as he slowly, so as not to wake the fiery witch, headed towards the stairs. Vegeta watched as the woman, almost instinctively, nestle her head in his shoulder. She moaned softly as she seemed to crave his warmth almost as much as Vegeta seemed to be enjoying her softness.

Their month apart seemed bearable as long as he had a distraction, such as becoming a super Saiya-jin, to keep his mind occupied. Yet at this close vicinity, he began to think he should have left her on the couch.

Vegeta was merely a few feet away from the steps when his entire body froze in shock. His hands unconsciously loosed, causing the sleeping woman in his arms to fall suddenly to the floor at his feet.

"Ouch!" Bulma hissed, as she was jolted from the rather pleasant dream she was having before she suddenly hit the ground with a thud. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Bulma asked, confused as to why she was not on the sofa and instead being dropped roughly on the floor. Bulma looked up to the Saiya-jin prince, her gaze demanding an answer, when she suddenly realized the baffled state he was in. "Vegeta?" Bulma called his name, finally snapping him out of his daze.

"It couldn't be," he whispered as he dropped to his knees.

"What couldn't be?" Bulma asked, more confused than even Vegeta, as she watched the man who had been particularly cold to her this last mouth place both of his hands gently against her lower stomach. "Vegeta?" she asked one more time. "What's wrong?"

"I was too careless… I should have foreseen this…" he mumbled, still in shock himself.

"Damn it Vegeta!" Bulma hissed as she pushed his hands away. "What is wrong with you? My stomach isn't that fascinating!"

"It's not your damned stomach woman!" Vegeta clarified angrily, "it's the blasted child you're carrying!"

"Ch…Child?" Bulma stuttered, now in the same dumbfounded state as Vegeta. For a few moments the new parents sat beside each other trying to register the information, but finally the silence was broken as Bulma started nearly laughing in joy. "I'm going to be a mother!" she screamed in excitement as she unconsciously threw her arms around Vegeta and hugged him tightly.

Vegeta quickly pushed the woman away as though she had lost her mind. Pulling herself off of her knees, she began pacing back and forth, spitting out lunacy in regards to the child's room and education. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" Vegeta demanded as he rose from his knees and halted the woman's excitement. "You can't actually claim to want this child?!" Vegeta demanded as he looked at her coldly.

"Are you kidding!?" Bulma eyed the man shocked. "Vegeta I am well past the standard age women get married, not to mention well into my child bearing years. I have been dying to settle down and start a family. Not want this pregnancy? Don't even mention the possibility!"

Vegeta's eyes slowly began to widen as he listened to the woman's assessment of the situation. "Family? I don't want a 'family' with you woman! I want to kill Kakarrot, defeat the androids and then blow up this damned planet, not form a family of weaklings!"

Normally Bulma would have broken into a tirade about how offensive everything he had just said was, but the announcement of her pregnancy was too thrilling for even Vegeta to bring her down. "Look Vegeta, I understand you have your pride and goals to think of; I don't intend to infringe on those. This baby won't be born for eight months and I can more than take care of him or her while you're off doing the ass-kicking thing that you do. So you see, I won't make you put in any effort until after this mess with the Androids is finished."

Vegeta blinked as the woman spoke. "No, woman. You don't get this. I don't want anything to do with you or this brat. I used you for sex, not to procreate. The child you carry is a half-breed, he means nothing to me, he is a disgrace to the royal bloodline and I shall never see him as anything different. If you had a brain in that little head of yours you would end this farce of a pregnancy!"

As soon as the worlds left his mouth a hand came barreling down across his cheek. Shockingly, the attack stung. "I am going to pretend you didn't just suggest that I should kill my own child, because that's cruel and unusual even for a selfish bastard like you!" Bulma tried to control her fury as she glared daggers at the father of her child. "I know you just wanted sex Vegeta, but you clearly got more than you bargained for. If you don't want this child, that is your choice, but I sure as hell do, and I can more than raise him or her without you lifting a finger. You want this 'half-breed' to mean nothing to you then fine! If you don't want to be a father, then I'm sure I can find another man who will." Bulma quickly turned away from him, knowing all too well her last remark would be impossible for him to ignore.

"What!" Vegeta screamed in utter fury, "I will not have my heir raised by some pathetic human!"

"Your heir?" Bulma repeated with a smirk, thinking, 'he walked right into it'. "A moment ago this child meant nothing to you. Now he or she is your heir?" she asked with flawless innocence.

Vegeta growled, he could not believe he had let the woman out smart him. "I don't give a damn!" Vegeta grated, "but if you're going to let the royal bloodline be tarnished, I will certainly not allow you to taint it even more so by letting the boy be raised by a weakling Earth male!"

"Does that mean you will be a father to my child?" Bulma asked in an almost gloating tone.

Vegeta felt another growl rise in his throat, as he suddenly felt trapped. "I will not be a damn father like that fool Kakarrot, but when the brat is old enough, I will train him." Vegeta admitted to the partial concession.

"Him?" Bulma repeated, breaking from her original train of thought. "Did you just say him? Can you already tell it's a boy!?"

Vegeta briskly nodded in confirmation before Bulma broke out into another fit of excitement. "A boy! That's so exciting! I'll have to start picking out names!" Bulma thought aloud as her dealing with the father seemed to be no longer important. She absentmindedly turned and began walking upstairs to her room, no longer caring what Vegeta had to say. She was entirely too focused on the new details regarding her child.

"Woman?" Vegeta called after her as he followed her upstairs and into her bedroom. "We aren't finished yet!"

Bulma blinked as she turned back to Vegeta, suddenly remembering their conversation. "We aren't? You said you wouldn't do anything until our son is old enough for training. What more is there to say?" she asked, more than a little disheartened to realize she could never expect anything more from the man.

Her accepting words surprised Vegeta, yet he still found something offensive in them. Did she want or expect him to do more? "Plenty," Vegeta decided quickly. He had impregnated this woman, so she was carrying his son. She was going to be a part of his life until his death, or hers, the latter of which he imagined would occur first. Why the hell shouldn't he want more? "If you expect me to stick around and train this brat, I expect recompense."

"Recompense?" Bulma laughed at the ridiculous statement. "Vegeta I give you a roof to live under, a GR to train in, clothing on your back, and food in your stomach! I allowed you to use my body while you were in your rut, I'm now carrying your child, and I am willing to support him only asking little in return, and you want recompense?! If anything, I'm the one that should be receiving payment for all of this! You," she poked the proud man in the chest, "buddy, if anything owe me big time! You couldn't possibly think me so pathetic as to roll over and let you take anything else from me or my family!"

To say her words stunned him was an understatement. Here she was, fearless as ever, putting her foot down. Was she actually refusing him? Vowing to do nothing more for him? She had the child she apparently had long wanted, and now she was done with him? No! The Saiya-jin no Ouji will not be used in such a way! "Wrong woman!" Vegeta objected very defensively. "I am not one of these half way men! If you want me in the child's life then I expect things in return! If you expect me to be tied down with this warped little clan of yours then I expect your full participation in the matter…or else I relocate!"

Bulma blinked as she suddenly realized exactly what he was so carefully demanding. "Sex?" she said half stunned, "this is about sex?"

Vegeta's classic smirk crossed his lips as he wondered how slow she could possibly be. "Of course it is! What the hell else did you think I would want? A family is an attachment I don't need or want in life, ever! Once these androids are defeated and Kakarrot is dead, I should in every right be back in space running the damn universe, with a different woman every night. My staying means giving up my more than deserved power, I sure as hell will not give up the other perk." He finished in a tone that made Bulma feel sick.

"Oh, Kami," she whispered as she took a step back from him. "What was I thinking?" she asked more of herself than him. "You're not fit to be a father to my son. Hell, you're barely fit to be a man," she hissed in a dangerous tone. "If you want to go ruling the universe and whoring around from planet to planet, then that is your choice. But forget I ever suggested your involvement with this child. Kami forbid he ever learns anything from you." Bulma finished as she walked past Vegeta and opened her bedroom door, pointing for him to leave. "I'm sorry I ever suggested infringing on your destiny Vegeta. Consider your responsibility to my child nonexistent," she finished, looking haughtily back at the man. She could be as cold as he when she wanted.

Vegeta 'hmphed' as he crossed his arms, as though nothing happened, walking slowly past her and out the door. He stopped briefly the moment he was outside, keeping his back to her as he spoke. "I will from this moment on, never recognize this child or you as anything to me. Remember that woman," he whispered icily before he felt the wind whip against his back, as the door was slammed shut. He waited and listened to the thud that he assumed to be her body slumping to the ground. After a few moments the faint sound of crying graced his ears.

Vegeta slowly opened and closed his eyes once before heading next door to his room. 'This is for the best,' his mind told him. 'I could never be what the woman or child needs.' A long sigh escaped his lips as he closed the door to his room and allowed his body to hit the bed, hard. He closed his eyes as a sickening question continued to plague him. 'But are they what I need?'

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Author's Note: Good question! So is this the end for our pair? Of course not! There is much more to deal with! In the next chapter we have Bulma's parents reaction when they come home to find their sweet little, unwed, daughter a mouth pregnant. How will they respond? And what about dear Yamcha? How will he take the news of the new addition to the Z-gang? Well we'll all find out in the next chapter!