Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ It's All Good ( Chapter 25 )

~~~`` Chapter 24. It's All Good….not right at this moment… But sooner or later.

Take a loaded gun and blow my fantasy away,

Cold

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"Well, answer me. Why don't you want another child?"

"Because we have enough." He annoyingly stated, rubbing his eyes in agitation.

"That is a ridiculous answer."

"And this is a ridiculous fight."

"It is not! It concerns our futures and our children's' futures."

"Why the hell do you want another brat, Onna?" He tore his eyes from the ceiling to her person, seeing her standing there with her arms crossed over her covered chest as she paced before the balcony doors.

She snapped her form to him, stepping in front of the bed and glaring down at him, "Because I want to have a child that we both try for."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Bulma sighed, sitting her self down on the mattress next to him. "Trunks as we all know, wasn't supposed to happen. And then Bra was a complete accident. I want to at least try for a child this time. Together."

Vegeta rolled to his side, hiking his head up to lean on his hand. His expression softened as he replied watching her features while she nervously picked at her lap. "I do not want another brat, Bulma." He answered seriously.

Bulma turned her head to him, "Why?" She whispered painfully, gazing at him, pleading with her orbs.

He clenched his teeth before answering with a scowl, "Your body will not handle it."

"What do you mean?"

"Sayian females rarely ever have two brats. When they do, the female usually dies within a few hours. Technology here is far advanced then our own, the only reason you survived Trunks's birth and then Bra's. But do not think you will be so lucky with a third."

"But Vegeta, I might--"

"No, Onna." He sat up, laying back down when his head touch his pillow, "That is final." He laid on his side his back facing her so he would not witness the disappointment that would be evident across her face. He was speaking the truth. No female survived a second birth. He had remembered the way she was after Bra. She was intensive care for weeks, a tube stuck down her throat to keep her breathing. He had wondered if she had been like that for Trunks's birth. If he had known that, then maybe he would have been extra careful in not getting her pregnant a second time.

As said previous, he hadn't meant to get her pregnant either times, knowing humans were much weaker then Sayians. But somewhere in his mind he had wanted a heir and so had she and in effect gotten impregnated. That was the only way for a woman to get pregnant occurring to him. Both partners had to have wanted a child while mating and in effect have one. On Frieza's ship he learned in his Native books about things of that nature. Only to find out on Earth it was totally different. They had 'protection' whatever the hell that meant. Bulma had never once said anything about it. Didn't the woman wonder why she never got pregnant over the thousands of times they've done it?

Her hand rested on his hip as she crawled up to lay behind him. He felt no robe, only the coldness of her skin. He was relieved at that. Maybe they would be able to mate tonight after all. She kissed his cheek before resting her chin on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I keep on interrupting this. You have done everything so wonderfully tonight and I'm ruining it. What a horrible wife I am. Can't even be grateful for the things you did tonight." She sighed.

"You do not hear me disagreeing."

She smiled but saddened as she continued. "And now I am going to have to make it worse. We can't do anything tonight."

Vegeta turned his head at that admittance, "What do you mean?"

"Well, while in the shower, I injected myself with a formula I created to kill the other injection, that kept me from getting pregnant. It's been ten minutes so it's all ready in affect."

"Injection?"

She smiled, "We've never talked about this. I created a medication to kill all of my eggs so I wouldn't get pregnant. I have always used it. The reason I never made you wear a condom. It kind of scared me though since I got pregnant with Trunks. I immediately took it off the market at the stores only to find out that it wasn't the medication at all. It was your Sayian genes. So after Trunks was born I created an even better vaccine for Sayians but then I got pregnant with Bra. And so I created an even better one and I haven't got pregnant since. But now I destroyed that vaccine so now if we have sex, I'm liable to get pregnant. As much as I want to," She added with a sigh, "If you do not want a baby then I cannot force you to have one with me."

Vegeta chuckled, maneuvering to lay on his back, bringing his female to snug in his chest. "Woman, you human ways are different from mine." He admitted with some humor.

"What do you mean?"

"I will explain it later. You will not get with child no matter what you use."

"How do you know?"

"Later." He announced while rolling over to move on top of her, "Right now, I just want to fuck you senseless."

Bulma giggled while she wrapped her arms around his neck, "How romantic, my prince charming." He shut her off with a deep, needy kiss, so sick of foreplay at the moment. He just wanted to dive in before any other objections or obstacles got in his way. But before he could do that, he did have one question to ask. He kissed her lips, tracing a path down her jaw line to nip her ear.

"I have one question." He stated.

"Hmm…what's that?"

Vegeta pulled away to look down at her, "What is a condom?" His eyes squinted as she giggled. "What is so funny?"

Bulma brightly smiled, "My poor Sayian Prince." She whispered before taking his lips in hers, automatically making him forget what exactly they were talking about.

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The small delicate kisses running along her naked shoulder that was what awakened her from her much needed sleep. Bulma groaned slightly wiggling away, "Not again, Vegeta. I'm too sore." She whispered. All through the night he had wakened her every hour after their first round to begin again. And so far, he had woken her five times, two climaxes each time. Her body just couldn't stand a Sayian appetite. It never could.

Vegeta chuckled against her shoulder, kissing his way down to the junction of her neck were dry blood rested. He had reopened her wound the last rut, but he smirked feeling the slight sting of his own mark burning at his neck. She rarely ever marks him, thinking it gross but she did last night and ever since then he just wanted to have her over and over again as if thanking her for that action. He hadn't understood why he enjoyed that so much when he was younger but he soon figured out with his genius, marking each other was the only form of Sayian affection besides actually mating.

Vegeta nudged the back of her neck with his nose, breathing in heavily her sweaty scant. "The sun is up, woman. I am going to train."

That awoke the woman seemingly as she quickly rolled over to face him with saddened eyes, "Do you have too?"

"I laid off all day yesterday. I will not again." He stated, kissing her lips gently, provoking her into a deep, tongue battling kiss. Rolling on top of her, Vegeta stretched against her form, feeling her naked one pressed to his own, knowing that he dared not go farther considering how much damaged he probably had caused all night to her weak body. Their legs mingled, rubbing against each other as their hands groped in each other's hair.

After several minutes, Vegeta pulled from her lips and leaned down to her wound, swallowing it in his mouth, sucking and licking the salty skin. His body jerked as he felt her lick his own healing wound unconsciously groaning on her contact. He kissed up her neck to bite her earlobe, "I will not be able to control myself, Onna, if we do not stop." He warned her, dipping his hips so that his now engorged manhood rubbed against her paining entrance. Vegeta kissed her lips once more before pulling away, "Go make my food." He ordered rising out of bed seemingly completely oblivious toward his hard erected muscle.

Bulma, panting, sat up on her elbows as she watched him dress, amazed still by his control. She didn't know how he could do it. Any other man would have cared-less and dived right in. But not Vegeta, he would never lose control. She smiled though, 'never' wasn't exactly the case last night.

She rose from the bed, stretching her bare naked form with a low high-pitched groan. Bulma walked over to the closet feeling her husband's eyes on her form the whole way, especially feeling the stare on her ass. She smirked before grabbing her silk robe and wrapping it loose around her. "Breakfast will be ready in an hour." She stated going to her Sayian and kissing him roughly on the lips.

When she pulled away he questioned with a smirk, "What was that for?"

"No reason." She giggled, leaving the room and dazed Sayian.

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Bulma hummed to herself as she set up all the pre-made food on the table. She smiled to herself, patting herself on the back for buying a twelve person round table for if she hadn't, she would have never been able to fit all the food upon it. She straightened Vegeta's plate and silverware making sure his pitcher of water is in reach along with his napkin. She took a look at her own place at the table, a cup of coffee sat next to it, steaming up from the hot liquid. Satisfied that everything was in place and all of Vegeta's favorite meals were situated, Bulma stepped down to the playroom and out the glass door spotting Vegeta doing his outside warm-ups, "Breakfast's ready." She announced, still in awe of his sweaty skin and perfect, graceful movements as he flipped over from his one-finger push-up onto his feet without one flaw of imperfection.

He grabbed his towel from the grassy ground clearing his face from all the sweat before following his barely clad mate into the house, being assaulted by the fresh aroma of his morning meal.

Bulma watched with much satisfaction as his eyes widened with such the amount and of delicious treats he's grown accustom to since his stay on earth. He took no hesitation diving in to all the wonderful goods.

Bulma soon joined trying to create some talk which, you would think by now she would know better then to do while a Sayian was eating. A half hour had past and finally all the foods were gone, Vegeta sat back in his seat, gulping down the last of his water, completely contend in the stomach region. Bulma had been, after finishing her five minute meal, taking up the plates as he finished, placing them in the dishwater. Once the last plate was gone, she stepped over to her appeased Sayian, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her into his lap. "Did you enjoy that?" She questioned but her only answer was a deep kiss while one of his hands dipped into her loosely tight wrap and cupped her breast. She moaned, plunging her tongue deeper in his mouth, tasting the remains of syrup against his own tongue.

The ding of the elevator brought them quickly out of their position as Bulma ran to take a stand behind the bar so no one would see her in such dinky garments with nothing underneath, closing it tightly around her. "Umm…" Yamcha stood starching the back of his head, "Am I interrupting?"

"Yes.--"

"No." Bulma sent a glare to her husband who was scowling at her. He just grunted before turning away to glare at the human who was weakly walking across the room. "I didn't think you would be up so soon."

"Yea, me either but my head is pounding and I didn't know where you kept the aspirin." He leaned against the wall, not having enough strength to do anything else.

Bulma smiled sympathetically, "Upstairs in the main bathroom at the end of the hall in the medicine cabinet." There was one down here but going to get it in what she was clothed in was not a good idea.

"Thanks, B." He answered before wobbly stepping back into the elevator.

When the doors closed Vegeta instantly scowled, "What the hell is wrong with him?"

Bulma made her way back over to him, cleaning off the table with a sponge, "His girlfriend and him had a fight and he got drunk last night. The reason for him coming over here."

"Stupid fool." He mumbled before rising from his seat and announcing, "I'm going to train, do not interrupt me until the evening meal."

"Vegeta, we have an appointment at four."

"Cancel it."

"No."

Vegeta stalled in his strutting before turning his head slightly, "Yes."

"No. You are going and that is final." The last part triggered in Vegeta's head their conversation last night. Sighing silently, Vegeta grunted, caring nil that she had just ordered him. It wouldn't be the first time. "Oh, I'm leaving in a few minutes to pick of Trunks and Bra. And please, while I'm gone, stay in the GR. I don't want you out here bossing Yamcha around. Sometimes I don't understand why you have to be so mean to him."

Vegeta did. That weakling, so worthless, not worthy to even call his life meaningful had taken his mate's purity. That was his job not that disgusting weak ass human's! There will always be bad blood between them for that reason alone.

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"Hey." Chi-Chi greeted as she widened the door, "So how was your magical evening with your Sayian Jerk?"

"Chi-Chi." Bulma chided but smiled with a small laugh, "It was wonderful. I never would have guessed he would have gone through that much trouble."

"Oh really? Details!" Chi-Chi squealed as she plopped herself down on the couch, Bulma shortly after.

"OK, just first, where are my kids?"

"They are still sleeping."

"Even Bra?"

"Oh!" She suddenly snapped to her feet, quickly grabbing the blue-haired human's hand and dragging her down the hall, "You are not going to believe this! It is the cutest thing in the world!" She announced in an excited whisper before stopping at the foot of what Bulma thought was Goten's door. "Be very quiet, and look in." She told her.

Bulma finding Chi-Chi excitement a bit scary, obeyed and silently opened the door. She smiled instantly at the sight. Bra was snuggled upon Goten's chest who had his arm wrapped protectively around her. "Did you get a picture?"

"A whole roll." Chi-Chi told her as she too peaked in again, "They were up all night watching cartoons and playing video games. She sure does love him."

"Yes, she does." Bulma slowly closed the door silently.

"Bulma, wouldn't it be weird if they…you know…dated, or even get married when they get older?"

"Hell yes it would, Goten's eleven years older then her."

"OH what the hell does age matter?"

"I guess you got a point. But I don't know if Vegeta would at all agree with his little princess marrying 'Kakarot's second spawn'."

"Oh screw that."

"Anyway, How's Trunks?" Bulma asked as they started to go Trunks's room.

"Haven't heard a peep from him ever since you left. The nurse is quite a talker and too pretty if you ask me. Where the hell did you pick her up from? The street?"

"Chi-Chi!" Bulma astounded, never hearing such things from her way too up-tight friend.

"I'm sorry. But if I hear her giggle one more time I'm gonna--"

"Hello, Mrs. Briefs." The brunette nurse popped from out of Trunks's door with a bright smile. "I thought I heard you voice."

"Hey, Gidget. How's my son?"

"Hasn't waken up once. He is such an angel." She exclaimed with a giggled.

Chi-Chi sighed heavily rolling her eyes as she turned down the hallway, her fists clenching. Bulma laughed lightly, entering the room. "It's time for my 'angel' to get his lazy ass out of bed. You may go, thank you for your help."

"Yes, Ma'am." She bowed before grabbing her emergency kit bag and leaving the room.

Bulma sighed, sitting herself next to her dreaming son, gently gracing his cheek with the back of her hand, "Wake up, my little boy." She whispered soothingly.

Trunks eyes fluttered at the sound of his mother's voice. A smile approached his lips as he weakly held his heavy lids up, "Hey, mom."

"Hey, sweetie. I take it you slept good."

He groaned, stretching under his sheets, "What time is it?"

"Nine."

"In the morning?"

"Yep."

"OH, man, I slept long."

"You were very tired obviously. It does your body good. Speaking of body, let me see your stomach. Does it hurt?" Bulma pulled the sheets from his form before carefully pulling his shirt up to his chest.

"No, not at all."

Bulma smiled as she ran her hand over her son's bumpy but smooth skin. She giggled as he twisted being tickled by her light touch, "Everything's better. You just need to get a little sun to darken your new skin and you will have the girls drooling in no time." She pulled his shirt back down, leaning up to kiss his forehead. "What do you say to French toast, scrambled eggs, and all you can eat bacon?"

"Who's making it?"

Bulma smacked his shoulder, "Haha, very funny. Chi-Chi, you smartass."

"Sounds great but first, I need to go to the bathroom." He admitted embarrassingly, throwing his blankets off and hauling himself to sit up. With his hands on his right leg he hefted it over the bed.

"Want me to help?" She giggled seeing his disgusted features in response.

"No! Can you get Goten or Gohan, I'd rather them over my mother any day."

"Such a baby. You ain't got nothing that I haven't seen before!" Bulma added as she slipped out hearing his groan in shame.