Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Fever ( Chapter 8 )

~~~``` Chapter 7 Fever

Fever gives you lust with an appetite

It hits you like the fangs

From a rattlesnake bite

We are here

'Cause we're not all there tonight -- Aerosmith

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Vegeta watched his son from over his glass of water, intimating the poor boy so badly as he slouched in his seat, trying to keep his eyes from connecting with his father's. He smirked drinking the cool liquid. It felt good after five hours of training. The meal the woman had made for the, what humans call lunch was shockingly edible and surprisingly good. More then likely she ordered out and just made it look like she had spent the last two hours making it. He had caught her once before doing that, he wouldn't be surprised if every time they did have a good meal it was because of someone else's talent. He didn't care either way but making fun of her for it had certainly brightened up his day.

Vegeta didn't know why he was trying to make the boy squirm. He guessed it was something to do. Ever since the boy had hit, human word puberty, which really was his first heat, the boy's confidence around him had surely decreased. The boy almost always blushed when he was the topic of conversation, always mumbled. The woman called it being shy for Vegeta had unquestionably thought it was a rare Sayian disease that only occurs when mixed with human blood for he remember Kakarot's first spawn acting the same way. He had looked the word up in the dictionary and frowned upon it. Sayian's weren't shy. They were prideful, caring nil for anything else. And Sayians were always sure of themselves no matter if they knew they were wrong, which no Sayian ever was, according to Vegeta.

Today though, Vegeta would find out why the 'teenager'-human words were so weird-had kept the female he's courting a secret. There was no need to. And besides…Vegeta knew he had to have 'the talk' with him as Bulma calls it. She had said it wasn't her place and that it was his job as the male parent. How the hell does one bring up the subject of mating? He was never good talking about it, doing, now that was a different story, plenty of stories actually. Vegeta smirked as he glanced at his female just in time to watch her bend over to put plates in the dishwasher. He felt himself flinch wanting to-Anyway! Vegeta shook his head. He needed to calm himself. He couldn't have her regardless even if they were alone. She was in heat. She was more sensitive then usually, which shocked him the first time he found out about it. For Sayian females it is their most heightened sexually drive. For one to be too sensitive to mate would just ruin the whole purpose. And for Sayian males the smell of their mate while in heat affected them too, leaving them bound to the bedroom for three days. Which is what the problem with Vegeta was. Even a slight sniff could make him hard. It made him angry because it insulted his control. But it was only sometimes when she was sensitive, so every time Vegeta met up with her, he would push her against the wall and nibble on her neck and ear before grabbing her lips. After 'making out'-another stupid human word-for a while, he would let her tell him the answer to the question. Sometimes it was a yes and sometimes a no, and when it was a no, bedroom they went, but if it were a yes, he would fondle her for a few minutes before leaving her to train.

"If you boys need me, I'll be in the lab." Bulma spoke, cleaning the table, causing her to lean over and reveal the top of her creamy breast for Vegeta view, but he quickly looked away not wanting the boy to see where his eyes were. Sometimes he wished the kid would get the hint.

Vegeta placed his glass down before pouring more clear liquid in it. He felt the hands of his mate on his shoulders as she leaned down to brush her lips against his ear, "Why don't you spend the day with Trunks? You two haven't sparred in awhile. I bet he might like that." Just as he thought she was about to leave, her voice spoke up in his ear again, "And maybe you could have a talk with him." She squeezed his shoulder to put emphasize on what she wanted him to converse about. He flexed his shoulder in response, telling silently that he would talk when ever he wanted and not until then.

Her hands ran off his shoulders as Vegeta's eyes ran to the boy's who was looking away and blushing. Such a weird child. Maybe talking to him about that blushing bullshit would get the boy to stop. It was driving his nerves. After the elevator began to descend, Vegeta spoke, "Boy, go get suited up."

Trunks excitedly stood with an enthusiastic, "All right!" He began to turn but looked back, "Can Goten spar with us?"

"Fine, but not until one." Which was an hour from now. Give them enough time to talk. The kid looked at him with a raised purple eyebrow before shrugging and nodding then running to the balcony and flying up to the next level.

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Vegeta exited out of the sliding glass door to step out onto the porch. His eyes scanned the area, seeing people walking around the campus, briefcases in hand as they talked with their co-workers while hurrying to their building. He glanced up, watching the monorail that connected to the house exit the top floor and go along the road all ready built for it. Vegeta hadn't really liked living in this complex. Hundreds of people a day go through the elevator in his house to go up to the top floor and hop on the monorail. But the woman had constantly assured him that no one without a card could get into the three levels that was their home.

It was an interesting structure to say the least. The first floor to the round building was the front desk and directory, the second and third was their living quarters; the fourth was the 'forest' the old man and old woman had made before when they still lived in the building. Animals of all kinds lived there including tropical plants and trees. Bra liked to spend her time up there. And then the fifth floor was the terminal for the monorail.

Vegeta snapped his eyes as the glass door slid open behind him to reveal his son in spandex uniform much like his, except Trunks' collar was in shape of a circle while Vegeta's had a turtle neck as the human refer to it as. The boy was adjusting his gloves as he closed the door, "Come." The full-blooded Sayian spoke, strutting away off the porch to the GR.

The boy entered shortly after him and cocked his brow at him. "Why are you sitting? I thought we were going to spar?" Trunk questioned stepping up to his father.

Vegeta looked up at him from his position, "We will. Sit boy." He directed pointing to the empty spot before him. This was not going to be easy. Vegeta contemplated over in his mind on how the hell he would begin. He decided to begin with a conversation about the secrecy then work his way in from there. "Who is this female?" He asked watching the boy blushed instantly, "And don't do that!" He chided pointing to the red shade on his cheeks.

Trunks dropped his head, "I can't help it, it's just a reaction."

"You can help it. Control yourself, boy. It's annoying."

"Sorry, dad." Trunks tucked a few strands of his short lavender hair behind his ear. "Her name is Nesa. She is in my class."

"Then she is older then you in human terms." Vegeta pointed out considering the boy was only sixteen and in collage. He had learned the way the school system worked and the normal ages that accompany each grade. When Trunks was permitted into collage, they had to have a meeting with his professors which the woman made him go to.

"Yes, sir."

"Why the secrecy?"

He watched as the boy stumbled over his first words, trying to gain the courage to tell him the truth knowing Trunks couldn't lie like he could with his mother, "I knew mom would get weird. Nesa's three years older then me. So since the second month I started collage, I've lied to mom telling her that Nesa was a genius like me and was the same age. I didn't want you to know because I knew I would have to tell the truth and then you'll make me tell mom." Trunks sighed as he ran his hand through his hair before he continued, "Plus, I didn't want Nesa to know that I'm not human. And if she finds out you're not human then she'll realize I'm not human."

"So you are ashamed of being Sayian." Vegeta nearly spat as he stood, enraged that his son would say such a thing.

But Trunks flew to his feet quickly defending himself, "No, Dad. Not at all. But she'll freak out."

"How the hell do you know?"

"Because it's happened many times before. Come on, you think Nesa is the first girl I've dated? Twenty-fifth actually. And every single time, one inch off the ground they go running."

"That is who you are! Who the fuck cares if the human race can't accept that!?"

"I do! I'm sixteen years old and I haven't even made it to second base!" Trunks turned away slightly ashamed of admitting that above all else to his father.

Vegeta cocked a brow as he stared at his son's back. What the hell was this second base??? Didn't that related to that stupid human game baseball? Why was the kid talking about a sport in the middle of their conversation? It made no sense. He contemplated asking Trunks that but thought better of it. Maybe he will ask the woman later.

"It's hurting, dad." Vegeta knitted his eyes together seeing Trunks shoulders shake a little and hands fist. "Everyday it's worse. It burns in my blood and I can't get it away. I don't know what to do."

"What?"

"I don't know. I don't know what it is. Just every time…me and Nesa are alone, I can't…I can't stop myself from…hurting her. It's like I have no control."

It dawned on Vegeta what the boy was talking about. He crossed his arms over his board chest, sticking it out almost in a proud manner. He smirked, "It's a side effect. Your human blood calms it but when the situation presents itself your Sayian instincts dominates."

Trunks turned back after wiping his cheeks clear, trying miserably to keep his father from seeing the wetness. "What is it?"

"Your heat. It is no big deal. You just need to mate." Vegeta's smirk widened as the boy blushed fully but he wasn't angry this time. He found it quite humorous.

After Trunks calmed his embarrassment, he looked up at his grinning father, "But, I can't. I'll. I'll hurt her. I know I will. Every time I kiss her…or…or…touch her I leave bruises and burn marks."

"I'll have the woman--"

"No! Dad, please. I don't want mom to know. It's embarrassing enough, I don't want mom to know when I'm going to have…sex. It's just…disgusting." He shivered visibly at the thought.

Vegeta smirked and chuckled, "All right, boy. I will make a sedative."

Trunks smiled, "Thanks, dad. I appreciate it."

Vegeta humphed in response before strutting to the doorway while telling his kid, "Begin warm-ups, I will be back." One more thing though, Vegeta threw over his shoulder as he exited, "You will tell your mother of the age thing." He heard the boy groan and could only chuckle evilly in response.

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Vegeta entered the woman's lab, trying to think of a way to use the Med. Building without the woman getting suspicious. He was slightly confused as to why the boy was embarrassed about being in heat. It's a natural thing. On Vegeta-sei, people sometimes celebrated by mating with any female that crosses his path. No one really cared but it wasn't a secret. Vegeta only knew that information from his teachings when he was a kid. It amazed him on how much he still remembered but then again since the time he could see he was under the best teachings upon the planet. And plus, the books Frieza had given to him as a 'present' for being his new pet gave him much information. It wasn't really a gift per say, it was what humans say, adding salt to an open wound. Vegeta-sei was destroyed and Frieza thought it would be humorous if Vegeta learned of his dead planet.

Vegeta shook his head not wanting to think of that. He searched out her ki going to the door that belonged to her office and typing in her code. The door swished up silently allowing Vegeta access. He stalled, staring with a hard expressionless feature but his eyes glazed over. She was laid out on her couch, her arms wrapped around a pillow, hands curled into fists around the cushion. Bulma always had to be holding on to something, let it be him, the blanket, or a pillow, her hands were always in need to clutch something. She slept peacefully, her head draped against another pillow, her body curled into a ball.

Slowly he stepped to her, grabbing the blanket that draped off the couch's back and spread it out over her body. He leaned down to brush his fingertips against her cheek, instantly retreating as she groaned and wiggled before her eyes fluttered open, "Vegeta?" she whispered.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"Because. I was too tired….to walk..." She snuggled her body against the softness of the couch, having every intention of not getting up. Vegeta knelled down, not knowing why he just didn't get what he needed and leave. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose. She turned her head to him, letting his lips chastely touch hers. "Don't…you try it…Sayian. I am too tired."

He chuckled against her leaning back to just look upon her. His brows creased forward as the 'second base' thingy roamed in his head. Vegeta didn't notice his mate squint an eye open before shutting it again, "What?" She questioned knowing that something was bothering him.

"I am Thirty-eight according to your human years." He stated. He was going to try and form this the same way the boy did, not knowing how else to use the awkward term.

Bulma giggled lightly tiredly, "Now that we figured that out, your point?"

"Have I made it to second base?" He's brow lowered more as the woman burst into a series of laughter. She buried her head into her pillow muffling her annoying sounds. He hadn't said anything funny. He hadn't laughed when the boy said that, should he have? Vegeta didn't know weather to feel insulted or stupid by her cackle, considering he might have made a joke in human terms and not even know it.

Bulma peaked open her eyes through her tears, seeing his hard features stress in confusion. He had no idea what it meant but didn't dare ask her for that would 'lower his pride' as he would think. Bulma should have put a book together of human phases for him when he first came on to this planet. The poor Sayian had been so lost most of the time with their words, she had repeatedly laughed at the questions he would ask. She knew she shouldn't have but sometimes she just couldn't help it. Like the time he asked what sex was. Or what gay and lesbian were. That had been a long time ago but it still brought her to tears thinking about it. And she still remembered the expression on his face when she explained it.

Bulma graced his tight cheek with her hand as she led him down to her lips to kiss. She nodded, "Yes, Vegeta. You've done many homeruns in your lifetime. And if you're too prideful to ask me what that means, I'll tell you. First base means you've made out with a woman. Second means foreplay, third is oral and a homerun is having sex. You understand?"

"No. That stupid sport that weakling played. I never saw any of that on the entertainment box."

Bulma giggled some more as she kissed him again, "You are so cute when you don't understand."

"Shut up, woman." Vegeta spat before he stood ignoring her giggles.

"Aww, is the big, bad Sayian upset?" She smiled at his obvious glare of daggers. "Humans made it up to tell their friends how far they have gone with a person without having to give details. What brought this on anyway? Where did you hear it from?"

"Spawn of Kakarot." A little lie, no matter.

"Oh? And did Trunks have anything to say?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"Nothing that has your concern, Onna." Vegeta stated stubbornly as he strutted over to the closet. He needed to get back.

"Men talk?" He grunted in response. "What are you doing?"

"I need Training bots."

"But I just--"

"They are destroyed now."

"Vegeta, I just built you twenty new ones just last week. You can't tell me they are all gone."

"Then I won't." He stated from inside before coming out with a capsule in his hand. He shut the light off leaving the door open. "Sleep tight, woman." He said mockingly, ducking out of the doorway before the pillow had time to connect with his body.

Bulma growled as she slammed her head back down on her pillow. "That fucking ass. One of these days I am going to create the best bot in the world that he will worship me forever." She chuckled to herself, "Worship. Yeah right."