Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love the First Time ❯ Jet ( Chapter 15 )

Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 15 - Jet

"Mom, do you know where Dad is?" Trunks asked as he walked into the kitchen where his mother sat sipping a cup of tea.

"Well, there are only so many places he might be, Trunks," Bulma said with a light chuckle. In four years Vegeta had spent almost all of his time in three areas: his room sleeping, the kitchen eating, and the GR training.

"OK, I guess I'll go check the gravity room." Trunks shrugged before leaving the kitchen to catch up with his father.

Bulma watched the boy leave with a slight frown upon her face. Her son was only five, and he was already training in twenty times earth's natural gravity. She certainly didn't think that was healthy, even for a half Saiya-jin with 'royal blood.' But, her housemate assured her, 'the boy could take it.' Her agreement had been very reluctant, and conditioned under Trunks' health. The first time the boy breaks, sprains, or twists anything he is done training until puberty, at least. Luckily, or unluckily depending how you see it, no such injuries have resulted. Bulma could only hope things remain that way.

Bulma sighed deeply as her mind began to wonder how she ever managed to allow her life to fall into any sense of normalcy after the chaos Vegeta had evoked. Bitterness had enveloped her life for almost an entire year following the Cell games, but eventually the pain simply tired her out, and she had decided to make peace with what happened between them. She had even grown to accept that it was for the best. Vegeta, even if he had agreed to be an active part in her life, would have disappointed her completely. She had no longer had any doubt in her mind about that.

The only silver lining, a very thin silver lining, would be Vegeta's very moderate success in the role of father. At least Trunks seems to believe so. Vegeta serves as his son's hero. He bedazzles the boy with his ability to fly, shoot ki blasts, move with such impressive speed, and fight with such perfect form. If he was not so impressed by the man, Trunks would probably realize how terrible a father he has. No affection, no expressions of love, no attention to anything in the boy's life that is unrelated to combat; in other words, Vegeta is as hands off as a parent can be. Only instead of paying child support, which is a laughable concept in itself, he compensates by training the boy in Saiya-jin warfare. Something every five-year-old child should be well versed in.

Bulma shook her head as she walked over to place her cup in the sink. It was already five in the evening and she needed to start getting ready for her date. For the last few months she had been dating Jet, a fellow business tycoon. She had known him from a business standpoint for quite a few years now. When he had called the first time to ask her out she had been, to put it mildly, shocked. Her first reaction had been to say no, but after giving the offer due consideration she realized she couldn't refuse. Where was the harm in spending one evening enjoying the company of a man who wines and dines her? A man who for once, she can actually hold an intelligent conversation with?

What she had not expected however was that one date would turn into a second, and then a third, and then once a week, and then two, and now even three times a week. She had begun seeing him on a regular basis, and it was exhilarating for her. Jet was everything she had wanted to wish for back in the days of dreaming of that perfect boyfriend Shenron would bring her: smart, handsome, rich, refined, and heartwarmingly romantic. He was perfect, save one undeniable problem that kept their relationship from flawlessness.

Vegeta.

After more than five years, Bulma could still not understand why that man plagues her thoughts. It's not love; she has repeatedly reassured herself. Whatever feelings she might have had for him are very much long gone. But she ca not deny that when she is with Jet, when he is at his most charming and gentlemanlike, when everything should be perfect, Vegeta would enter her thoughts. Why? She wasn't sure. She continued to tell herself that they share a child together, and that alone creates a connection between two people that can never be destroyed. But should that connection go so far as to infect her romantic life? Bulma was unsure of that answer, but she was not going to let whatever spell Vegeta had cast upon her halt her social life. She simply could not live her life longing for what might have been, she had to move on, and Jet was helping her do that.

Leaving the kitchen, Bulma headed to her bedroom. Jet was picking her up at seven to take her to a 'special dinner,' as he had called it on the phone. She could only imagine what that meant, but he had said very formal, so Bulma was more than excited to fit the part. 'I think I know just the dress to wear,' she thought with a smile as she went into her closet to pull out a navy blue gown. She had bought it a few years back for a charity ball she was to attend. She never had the chance though. Her parents had to leave town that same evening on urgent business, thereby leaving no one to watch her two-year-old son. She had attempted asking Vegeta, but he quickly informed her that he is 'the Saiya-jin no ouji' not a 'babysitter.' She had tried to remind him that he was not the 'Saiya-jin no ouji' anymore, and that she was not asking him to be a 'babysitter,' but instead a parent for a moment in his life. But, of course that had been too much to ask, leaving Bulma with no other choice than to remain at home. She had thought the dress would go to waste, but now it seemed like a perfect chance to wear the beautifully fitted gown.

'I hope it will be to your liking.' She thought of her date's eyes falling out of his sockets as she strutted down the stairs. She would not mind a certain someone else catching her departure either, watching him eat his heart out realizing what he gave up.

Bulma frowned as she realized she was thinking about him again. 'That's enough, Bulma. This night is about you and Jet, no one else,' she told herself assuredly before laying the dress out on her bed and then heading into the bathroom to shower. She was going to enjoy their 'special' evening to the fullest, no thoughts of anything or anyone else.

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"Dad… Hello… Dad, are you in there?" Trunks waved his hand in front of his father's face as he tried to snap him out of his meditation.

Vegeta released a low growl before smacking the boy's hand away. "What have I told you about interrupting me while I meditate?"

"I know. I'm sorry." Trunks shook the slight sting out of his hand. "I just came to tell you that Mom has another date with Jet tonight. He's coming here to pick her up. I thought maybe you should meet him."

Vegeta cringed slightly at the news and crossed his arms over his chest in irritation. "And why would I want to do that?"

"Um… To see what you are up against, of course," Trunks mimicked his father's stance. "I mean, how are you going to get Mom back if you don't check out the competition?"

Vegeta frowned at the boy's naïve assessment of the situation. "I have no interests in 'getting your mother back.' I thought she had already explained to you that-"

"Yeah, yeah, 'you two had problems that couldn't be worked through,' bla, bla, bla, I know, Mom has told me like a million times. But what I don't understand is if you two love each other then why don't you try a little harder to work these 'problems' out?"

"I don't 'love' your mother." Vegeta snapped a little too defensively as he walked over to the control panel to begin shutting down the GR.

"That's not true!" Trunks protested, following his father close behind. "You two love each other, but you are both just too stubborn to admit it!"

"You know nothing, boy." Vegeta's tone was surprisingly more exhausted than angered. "Your mother and I are not in love. She may see whoever she wants, I have no interest or control over her relations."

"But you should!" Trunks continued his argument as he jumped up on the control panel so he was eye level with Vegeta. "Look Dad," the boy grabbed his father's chin, and twisted his face until it was directly in front of his, "I don't want another father! I mean, this Jet guy isn't that bad, he treats Mom well and all, but… but he's not you! I want Mom to be with you!"

"Well that's not happening!" Vegeta jerked away from the boy, mostly irritated by the thought of his son believing he could have 'another' father. "Look, I know you don't like that your mother and I are not together, but there are worse things in life than separated parents, a lot worse. So stop wasting your tears over it." Vegeta paused to calm himself before continuing. "Besides, you aren't getting a 'new father.' I am your one and only father, this fool she is with is merely a passing interest. In a month or so he will tire of her and before you know it, she will be back to her whiny temperamental self."

Trunks sunk back to the ground appearing defeated as he shook his head, disillusioned by how careless his father was being about this. "You're wrong. He's in love with her; he won't 'tire' of her anytime soon," Trunks whispered somberly as he walked towards the exit, not looking back to let his father see the disappointment in his eyes.

Vegeta blinked in utter bewilderment as his son made such a bold and positive statement. "How could you possibly know that, boy?" Vegeta called over to his son, mildly disturbed by the possibility.

Trunks stopped abruptly in his tracks to admit his frustrating proof before continuing out of the gravity room. "I know he's in love with Mom, because he is not like you. He hasn't been afraid to admit his feelings!" Almost as briskly as the words left the young boy's mouth, the gravity room door slammed behind him, leaving the Saiya-jin no ouji to deal with anger he was not prepared for.

Abruptly turning and storming off towards the GR bathroom, Vegeta released a ki blast that shot across the room in a thunderous rage. A pathetic attempt to release the anger he was feeling. Why he is angry, of course, is a multifaceted question.

Quickly discarding his boots and training pants, Vegeta stepped under the hot water of the shower in hopes of cleansing more than just his body. 'I know he's in love with Mom, because he is not like you. He hasn't been afraid to admit his feelings! Feh… Foolish boy. I fear nothing, certainly not some weak feelings that I sure as hell would never fall victim too in the first place. He's in love with her; he won't 'tire' of her anytime soon. So what? They have only been together for a pathetic seven months, three weeks, and two measly days, that doesn't equate 'love!' Hell, I've known the blasted woman for over eight years and I've barely grown to tolerate her! This fool could not possibly develop stronger feelings in a mere fraction of that time!'

Vegeta slammed his fist into a shower wall, just shy of breaking through the molding. 'The boy is wrong,' Vegeta continually reminded himself. 'Even if this male has fallen under her spell, she would not go so far as to form any serious commitment with him. Of that I am certain. Regardless of whatever weak affliction the woman has for the superior sex, she would not do anything to disrupt our son's life. We agreed upon such just one year ago...'

***Flashback***

"I think we need to talk."

"About what?" Vegeta snapped irritably as he looked up from his dinner.

Bulma's face slowly twisted into a frown before returning to a more neutral expression she had grown to master the two years prior. "Trunks is getting older, he is beginning to understand some things, and I think we need to set some ground rules to save him some confusion."

"Such as?" Vegeta raised a brow, not entirely certain as to what exactly she was getting at.

"Trunks is going to have many questions, mostly about us, and why we aren't like other parents. I shall explain to him, as honestly as possible, why that is, but I think it's best that we take steps to ensure this situation will not be more awkward than it has to be for him."

"Such as?" Vegeta repeated. He was seriously beginning to wonder what was making her appear more uncomfortable with ever syllable she breathed.

"I don't want you bringing any woman here to spend the night," she said bluntly, her emotions perfectly hiding everything. "Now understand, I am not asking you stop seeing other women, I simply don't think 'sleepovers' should ever be allowed. I don't want to take the chance of Trunks being exposed to that."

When she finished, Vegeta had been left speechless. In all honesty he had never even considered bringing some female back to his home to mate with. He might have parted from the woman on less than cordial terms, but even ignoring the boy's needs, he would have never considered such a blatant act of disrespect to a woman who has given him so much. Why would she even feel the need to prohibit such a taboo? "I should be offended that you think so little of me as to make such a request, but if it eases your mind, I'll make sure that whenever I chose to fuck some other woman, it will be in the comfort of her home. Satisfied?"

"For now," She conceded before rising to leave the kitchen.

"And what about you?" Vegeta's voice halted her step. "I assume you shall agree to that same demand, or I suppose it's a moot point since you decided not to bed a man unless it was… oh what did you call it… true love?" Vegeta allowed a brief chuckle before his former mate turned around with an expression upon her face that he had not been ready for. She looked as arrogant as he.

Placing one hand on her hip and slowly strutting back to him, Bulma slid her other hand on his shoulder, as she leaned in to his ear to whisper her vow. "Don't worry Vegeta. When I'm writhing in perfect syncopation with the next sweltering male body I allow to pound violently inside of me and glide excruciatingly slowly out of me; I will make certain that you aren't close enough to hear me rake my nails down his back as I scream his name in homage to the ecstasy he's thrusting into my begging body. Satisfied?" She finished with a deep snakelike slither as her tongue nipped the tip of his earlobe before she ripped herself away from him and disappeared from the kitchen.

*** End Flashback ***

Vegeta lifted his hand to turn the shower knob to cold as the mere memory of her deep sexy voice cruelly reminded him of what it feels like to move within her soft curvy body-"DAMN IT!" he roared. He was not about to allow his mind to do this to him once again. It had taken him damn near an hour after her declaration to vanquish all memories of mating with her from the forefront of his mind. How could she still have such a pull over him after so long? It had been over seven years, including hyperbolic chamber time, since he had experienced her body. And even then, he had been in heat, many of his memories were clouded by the mental fog of his amplified hormones. So why did she affect him like this?

'What the fuck does it matter anyway?' he asked himself. 'The woman swore not to do anything that would make the boy feel awkward. And taking this weakling that has been courting her, as her mate sure as hell would do just that. So why should I care? She will be done with this fool sooner than not. The boy is overreacting.' Vegeta calmed himself, surprisingly reassured.

Turning off the water and grabbing a drying cloth, or towel, as humans prefer to call them, Vegeta stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself off. "I'll have to kill the boy's delusions if I ever wish for him to stop badgering me about the subject of his mother,' Vegeta noted to himself before walking over to a closet, which was well stocked with an assortment of 'human' clothing. Throwing on a well-fitted combination of a black sweater, and trousers, Vegeta headed out of the GR and into the kitchen. He had expected to see his son chomping away at dinner, but the boy was nowhere to be found. "Trunks?" He called after the child, but received no reply. He was about to head upstairs to find the child when the doorbell rang.

Irritated by the interruption, Vegeta walked over and whipped open the door to be greeted by a man in a black tuxedo with an assortment of red roses in his arm. The beaming escort stood a few inches taller than Vegeta, he estimated approximately Kakarrot's height, with bright emerald eyes and light brown hair. The man was slender with a somewhat muscular shape, though meager in comparison to Vegeta's well-chiseled form. And judging by the intruder's youthful features, he was a few years younger than the Saiya-jin no ouji.

"Hello, I am Jet. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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Author's Note: Well, it looks as though Vegeta is going to have to meet the 'other' man in Bulma's life whether he likes it or not! How will the exchange go? And, what about this 'special' evening Jet has planned? Will it be a success? I suppose you will all just have to wait until the next chapter to find out… Until then…