Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ To You This May Concern ( Chapter 24 )

~~~`` Chapter. 23--To You this may Concern

out of the many places

and all the million faces

I fell in love with yours --Someday Never

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Vegeta broke the kiss, basking in her panting as he lowered down to her jaw line, going down her quaking throat. Licking at the pulse before moving to the pale, half-circle scar and grazing it with the tip of his tongue, smirking as she tilted her head back.

He kissed down her collar bone, pressing his lips to the top of each heaving large mass of fat. He scrapped his teeth across it loving the way she wiggled and arched her back to get him closer. Her self-doubts seemed to be fading, Vegeta thought smugly.

Vegeta lowered his knees to the floor, gazing from hooded eyes at his female who was watching with wide, curious, anxious orbs, staring down at him over her shaking form. His lips settled on the smooth plain of her quaking stomach, feeling it flex with each small touch of his lips. Vegeta ran his slick tongue along the outline of her ribs before follow a path right down the middle, dipping the tip right into her belly button. Her giggling brought a small half smile to his face, knowing how ticklish she was. He traced the small dip before nuzzling it with his nose.

His hands all the while had slide down the silk sheets going to her wrapped thighs and slowly spreading them allowing his form to nudge between them. His stomach rested against the side of the bed while his head made love to her upper body, her legs bent over the mattress, feet barely touching the floor.

With a mischievous glint, Vegeta retraced his face from her abdomen, leaning back on his legs. He gazed at her heaving and quivering body for a moment, domination boiled in his Sayian blood causing unbelievable satisfaction.

Lowering his face once again but this time to the insides of her thighs, nipping the trembling flesh, licking the undersides of her kneecaps, keeping her leg trapped in his hand so she wouldn't be able to ripe away from the very sensitive sensations. "Vegeta…" She groaned in a whisper, thrashing her head about while gripping the fine silk in her small fists. She breathed heavy from her open mouth, anticipation too much for her weak heart.

Appeased with her begging, Vegeta roamed his slippery tongue up her thigh, going over the straps of clothe along the way. The ruby red flap hid from his few what he desired most but with a flick of the hand, it was shown to him. He licked his lips as he eyed the wet flesh. Vegeta slowly kissed his way down from her belly button going over the flap of clothing only to be stopped wide eyed.

He growled suddenly, causing Bulma to yank her head up from the bed to see his glaring eyes going toward their door. His teeth clenching, the sides of his cheeks contracted. "Vegeta? What's wrong?" She asked trying to catch her breath.

Barring his teeth toward the door, Vegeta brought his sight back to his mate while flipping over the clothe to cover her once again. "That weak ex of yours is downstairs."

"What?" Bulma squinted her eyes, "Why?"

"How the hell should I know?" He barked quite mad that he was interrupted from the feast that dripped between her, waiting only for him.

"I should go see what's wrong." Bulma lifted up but was pushed down once again by her husband who attacked her lips, laying down upon her. He broke from their kiss, laying his lips down on her cheek.

"Forget about him. He will leave." Vegeta persuaded only to be pushed gently away.

"It's one in the morning, Vegeta. Yamcha rarely ever stops by so that means that something is wrong."

Vegeta, now laid on his side, scowled at the woman, "I will get rid of him." Vegeta declared, hauling himself reluctantly up from the bed but the woman quickly got hold of his arm.

"Vegeta," She chided gently, knowing he wanted to continue with their fun. She tenderly pulled him back to sit on the bed's edge. "I will be back shortly I promise."

"If I do it, it will be much faster."

She smirked, bending down to kiss his lips gently, "I'm not sure you would want Yamcha to see that." Her hand graced the budge inside his silk boxers, smirking upon his threatening growl.

"Fine. But if you do not return in five minutes, Onna, I will blast the earthling to hell." He declared.

"I know you will." She kissed his forehead before grabbing her largest and bulkiest robe, tying it tight around her trim waist going to the door, taking one last look with a regrettably expression at her disappointed Sayian before shutting it.

Bulma took a big deep breath to calm the shaking nerves in her body. She held out her hands before herself watching as they trembled. She shook her head and made her way to the elevator. Bulma ran a hand through her hair, grasping her cheeks in her palms to try and ease the heated skin. It would be beyond embarrassing if Yamcha knew what he was interrupting. What the hell was he doing here anyway?

Stepping out, she heard him mumbling some incoherent words while sitting at the bar in the kitchen. His back was to her but she could tell he held his head in one hand and a drink in the other. Bulma took a few unsure steps before whispering as not to scare him, "Yamcha." But no matter how gently she tried to say it he jumped from his seat and swung around, stumbling as he did so.

"Who's there?" He asked with wide eyes as his head snapped this way and that.

Bulma who stood directly in front of him became deeply confused, "Its me, Bulma. Yamcha are you OK?"

"Bulma?" Yamcha's eyes finally rested on her and he sighed with relief, "Bulma." He tumbled to her, wrapping his arms tight around her, nearly crashing her with its strength. "I'm so glad I found you." He proclaimed. "I missed you so much." Was he crying?

"Yamcha, what's wrong with you? I saw you this afternoon."

"It's been so long since then." He slowly pulled himself from her and grabbed her hand, yanking her to sit on a bar stool next to him.

"Are you drunk?" She asked slightly disbelieved that he would poison himself.

"NOOO!" He objected, plopping himself in a stool and taking a quick swig of the clear liquid in his shot glass. His face squashed together as the drink burned his throat. He looked over at Bulma seeing her big eyes. His shoulders dropped as he smashed his head on the marble of the counter, "OK, maybe a little."

Bulma flinched when his forehead connected to the marble counter. "Why are you drinking? You never drink." Bulma grasped the bottle of vodka from his reach before he could grab it watching the movement with his eyes in a wide scared expression.

"I drink."

"When?" Bulma asked slightly annoyed by his stupidity.

"New Years!"

"A glass of champagne, you rebel. I should sign you up for AA meetings." She answered sarcastically, getting up from her seat and going to the other side of the bar.

"OK…maybe I don't drink. But I do drink!" He protested.

"Why are drinking now?" The shrug of his shoulders annoyed the hell out of her. She went to the fridge and ordered two cups of coffee before bringing the stemming liquid back to where Yamcha was at. She placed it in front of him noticing how he just stared at it. "What happened?"

"What does it matter?" He answered numbly, "It's just going to be my fault anyway."

Bulma's mind flipped in possible ideas as to what would be his fault when the obvious struck her. "Oh, I see. You and your girlfriend had a fight."

"I didn't even do anything! She just all of a sudden started yellin at me."

"About what?"

He grabbed the cup of coffee, spilling it as he brought it to his lips to take a sip. "I don't know. I stop listenin. You know I hate bein yelled at."

"Yeah I know.--"

"I mean just because I talk to other girls, does not me I'm flirting with them!" He replied slurring, his words exaggerated and loud.

Bulma sighed, remembering all the times she had yelled at him for the exact same thing. That was so long ago it didn't even seem like one of her memories. She watched him take pitiful sips of coffee, shoulders sagged, back slouched, all the while staring at the marble counter.

They had talked at the party, Yamcha had told her that him and his girlfriend, Hitaru, have been dating for six months now. When she left to get something to eat he had whispered to her about his plan to propose. He had actually admitted that he loved the woman. Hitaru was a really nice person, a bit young, a bit sluttish, but surprisingly smart and mature. She seemed to feel greatly about the Z fighter.

"I thought tonight would be the night." He admitted.

Bulma gently rubbed his back, "I know, Yamcha, and I'm sorry it didn't work out. Maybe once she calms down everything will be fine."

"Yeah, right. She left, said she was going over her mother's. Her mother's! Why would she go there? She hates her mother. Not to mention her mother hates me! That bitch! She going to talk to Hitaru and tell her I'm no good because I'm just a baseball player. What does she mean just?! I make more money then she could ever dream of making!"

"How come you didn't get a chance to propose?"

"All right. Here's what happened." He turned to her, head every now and then swaying to one side as he drunkenly began to tell the story. "We went to this fancy restaurant. It was going good. We dance, we ate. Lalala. OK?" He stared at her waiting for a nod which he didn't receive until a few minutes later. "Well it just so happens a girl I use to date suddenly appears! Out of no where! I blame it on the UFOs! She just pops up! We're still friends and all cause I keep in touch with many of my girls, just in case I'm ever alone and need someone you know?" This time Bulma quickly nodded quite ashamed that he would reduce himself to getting drunk over some girl, "Back up I guess you can call it. But B. You gots to believe me when I say, I haven't called them ever since I met Hitaru. She even said, with Hitaru sittin right there, 'How come you haven't called me in like forever!'" He mocked the valley girl voice as much as he was capably possible with being drunk and all. "And suddenly Hitaru just throws down her napkin and stomps away! I was like what the hell!? I follow her out and she's like 'Who was that?! Have you been fucking around my back!?' And I was like 'No, haven't ever never want to.' And she was like, 'Bullshit.' And I was like 'No it's not.' And she was like, 'I bet you go and fuck some whore every time we're not together." And I was like, 'No I don't.' and she was like 'Bullshit' and I was like, 'No it's not.' And she was like--"

"Yamcha. I get it. I get it."

"OK, well anyway. I drive us home, she doesn't say a word, I'm trying the whole time to make her realize that I hadn't ever slept with anyone else these past six months. But when we get home, me thinking hey everything must be all right because she was going straight to the bedroom, I followed. Only to watch her throw all her clothes on the bed. And I was like, 'What are you doing?' and she was like 'I'm going to my mother's. I can't stand to look at you.' And I was like, 'You're mother's? I thought we were fine again.' And she was like, 'Not on your life buddy.' And I was like--"

"OK, Yamcha."

"OK, well, anyway. She left. And I was just sittin there trying to figure out what the hell just happened. And then I was like, I just wasted five thousand dollars on her engagement ring for absolutely nothing. And so I went to Hip's Bar. Stayed there for like a few hours till the bar guy tells me I had enough to drink, takes my keys to my car and sends me in a cab. I told him to take me here. I didn't know where else to go. I didn't want to go home to be alone. Pictures of her are everywhere. I'm sorry, B. I'm being stupid." With that, Yamcha once again smashed his forehead on the marble concrete, but this time, and several minutes later he sounds again, "Owe." He groaned.

Bulma smiled sadly at him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, "Come on, Let's get you to bed. You can sleep in the guest room."

"I should go. Isn't today your birthday? OH shit!" He rips away stumbling off the stool, "I'm sorry, B. You and Vegeta were probably, oh man, I ruin everything."

"No, we were done." Bulma lied, "Come on. Before you collapse were you stand and I have to drag you up." She guided his blundering form to the elevator letting him hang on her as they made it inside the metal box.

"Thanks, B. You really are a great friend." He kissed her cheek slobbery.

Slight disgusted of his breath and kiss, Bulma smiled, "No problem." With much trouble, they made it to the first door of the hallway, Yamcha quickly fell on the queen sized bed and was immediately asleep. She shook her head, going over to him to pluck off his shoes, undo his jeans and take them off, throwing them aside before wrapping the quilt over him. She sighed going into the closet and pulling out a bucket to place right next to his bed just in case his body rejects the contents swallowed.

Bulma made her way down the hall touching the knob only to have it pulled from her grasp by her angry husband, "Took you long enough. But you still haven't gotten rid of him."

"Vegeta, he's passed out in the guest room, don't worry about him." Bulma assured as she stepped inside, collapsing with an exhausted sigh on the bed.

"Who said anything about being worried." He growled, slamming the bedroom door. Vegeta wanted to kill the weakling for doing this! Tonight of all nights! That's it, Vegeta proclaimed, he was never doing anything for anyone ever again! It always gets ruined!…Not like he does anything for anyone all the time, but that's beside the point! Vegeta stood before his mate, arms crossed over his naked chest as he stared down at her.

Bulma lifted her arm off her eyes feeling her lover's stare, "What?"

"You reek of him!" He growled stomping over to the closed balcony doors.

"Well, I'm sorry. You want me to go take yet another shower?" Bulma walked up behind him, gently and hesitantly slipping her hands around his powerful waist, pressing herself against him.

Vegeta's body stiffened, feeling her half naked form pressed to his back. She apparently had taken off the robe and now took the joy in letting him know it. He felt her lips taste his back, tongue sliding over his shoulder blade. Oh, gods how he enjoyed that. Her hands were sprawled on his belly, one slowly slipping to the edge of his boxers and playing with the elastic. "Come on, Sayian No Ouji. I still need you to accept my apology. What in the world can I do?" She whispered huskily against his sensitive ear before licking the shell of it causing a low growl to emit from his throat.

Vegeta smirked, Yamcha totally forgotten, as he turned around to face his grinning mate. "I can think of some things." He stated, gripping her waist and hauling her over his shoulder. She yelped in surprise but laughed only to interrupt her giggles with a screech as Vegeta smacked her bare ass while carrying her to the bed. He dropped her roughly on it, watching with humor as she bounced. He was quick to crawl over her before she could regain her composure and grab her lips in a harsh kiss.

Vegeta roughly pinned her hands above her head as she tried to touch him, holding them down with one of his. His other gripped her leg, hauling it on his shoulder as he kissed down her stomach once again, earning a gasp and a moaned mixed. "Tell me what you want." He demanded against her quivering skin, lowering down the plain of her abdomen with each kiss.

"I want…" Bulma moaned watching with hooded eyes.

"Yes…" Vegeta encouraged. He dipped his tongue in her belly button once again.

"I want…" Bulma's head thrashed when his hand that held her thigh, enticingly began to stroke it ever so gently.

"Go on." He nudged the dark red material that covered her sex, taking in a deep breath through his nose.

"I want…" She bit her lip as she connected with his eyes, "a baby."

Vegeta's smirked faltered. He roughly pulled away, her leg dropping from his shoulder as he sat up on his legs between hers. Her hands now free. "What?"

Bulma swallowed hard lifting her upper body to lean on her hands, pleading with her eyes, "I want another child, Vegeta."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, dropping his head in his hands. Why is she doing this!? He groaned in un-satisfaction at her answer. That was not at all what he was expecting. "Why?" He growled in his hands, mostly asking himself why he had even done any of the semi-romantic, way beyond his pride, not to mention, foolish actions tonight.

"Because I want to have a baby before its too late."

Dropping his hands, Vegeta glared fully at the obviously crazy woman, "Too late for what?"

"For me to have children."

"My gods woman, you're not dying! Besides you do not even have to worry about it for another fifteen years!"

"That is besides the point."

"I will tell you the point. WE will have no more brats running around and that is final!"

Bulma's head retreated as she stared in semi-disbelief and overwhelming anger, "'That is final?'" She replied with much animosity.

Vegeta dropped his head back, staring up at the ceiling, cursing all the gods of hell and heaven a like for giving him a mate. "Can't we do this later?" He asked more agitated then not.

"No, I think now is as good as time as any." She hopped from the bed, grabbing the robe and wrapping it tight ignoring the disapproving glare of her husband. Much to his obvious disappointment, she flipped on the lights, "Why don't you want more children?" Vegeta sighed heavily, letting his body fall back on the mattress knowing it was going to be a long night. And not the kind of long night he planned.