Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Underneath the Gun ( Chapter 35 )

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I'm losing my mind and

I know there's no remedy

I've become a failure who's living on memories

I've been working so hard

Loneliness can't be cured with no medicine---Limp Bizkit

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Vegeta paced the floor of his bedroom in nothing but silk navy boxers. His arms crossed over his wide, powerful chest as he contemplated. He waited impatiently for his woman to finish putting Bra to sleep so he could talk to her. He had cut his training short because of this annoying distraction. It probably would be a whole hell of a lot more easier if Vegeta just asked the boy but he would much rather wait for the woman then be caught in an awkward conversation with his son.

It had been nagging him ever since the boy returned last night. Something was wrong, he could feel it within his veins. Did Trunks get the female pregnant? Maybe that was what it was. That had to be it. Vegeta smirked and shook his head. The woman would absolutely die if that were the case. He could just imagine how she would twisted it to her desire and somehow manage to put the blame on him. He chuckled as he pictured the woman crying hysterical about how she was too young to be a grandmother. At that thought, though, his smirk and humor vanished. If Bulma would become a grandmother, then that would make him a…

Vegeta visibly shook. That had better not be the case. He would kill the boy. That couldn't be it, Bulma would have ranted and raved if it had been but she had kept it to herself not even bothering to explain why she had not come to bed last night. It disturbed him to no end that she stayed with Trunks the whole night. He had stepped in the room around four, wanting to get a little action before he went out to train only to find the two wrapped around each other. Vegeta had stood in the doorway for a bit over a half an hour just staring at his mate and child before reluctantly pulling himself away. It was rare moments were he could witness such display where they were both relaxed and Trunks wasn't worried about how pathetic he looked or if he would think his son weak.

Vegeta felt her moving ki coming closer but she stalled at the boy's room. He wondered what he would say to her. He hadn't talked to her since he flew out of the office at the ward. It wasn't his fault. They shouldn't be asking such base questions. It was none of their damn business and he didn't have to tell them if he didn't want to. And he surely did not want to. They must be some sick freaks if they want detail description of the desecration he went through under Frieza's hand. Not only that but they want him to describe it in front of the woman! They are out of their stupid little human minds!

He was relieved when they let him drop it but then they had to go and ask him to describe what The Cell was. That's why he had fled. The Cell was something that made him shake with unfathomable disgust. But he knew it would breach from his mouth sooner or later, no matter his resolve in not wanting to discuss it. He knew he needed to speak about it.

What?

Vegeta stalled in his pace. What just came out of his mind? 'He knew he needed to talk about it'? What the fuck kind of thought was that!? This crazy doctors are getting to him. They are poisoning his mind with their words and their drugs!

The drugs. Vegeta slit his eyes. That's what was making him think like this. Ever since he started taking those drugs strange thoughts have been popping up in his mind. He didn't even know what kind of thoughts they were. They just weren't…bad thoughts. It's hard to explain what exactly these drugs were doing to him, but he did not all like it. Maybe he would stop taking them. He's been on them a week now, it more then likely was starting to take over his mind. Their were mind manipulators! That's what they were doing! They were controlling his thought process! These pathetic humans actually thought they could out smart the Sayian no Ouji! That's insane!

Vegeta was just about to head to the bathroom to trash those mind control pills when the woman decided to come in. There was something he needed to talk to the woman about. If only he could remember.

"What?" Bulma questioned finding it odd that Vegeta was standing in the middle of their bedroom in nothing but his boxers staring straight at her as if he had been waiting for her but then say nothing.

Finally remembering what he wanted to ask Vegeta stepped to her, "What the hell is the boy so damned depressed about?"

"First of all, why you so angry?"

"He is driving me nuts! I cannot concentrate on my training because of his ridiculous emotions."

Bulma smiled with a small giggle. The poor Sayian Prince was worried about his son and had no idea how to deal with it. Bulma could easily read between the lines. She strutted up to her husband, grasping his lips hard with hers and swirling her tongue with his. Once his hands touched her waist, she slowly broke, lingering just a moment before pulling away. Seeing the smirk on his lips, Bulma knew she had finally calmed him down. "Better?"

He scoffed humorously and instead of answering, grasped her lips once more as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her hard against him. He broke a few minutes later, "Now." He responded. She smiled and nipped his nose, walking out of his arms to open the balcony windows wide, allowing the icy night roll inside. She instantly shivered, quickly jumping up on the bed, crawling over Vegeta before burying herself in the covers.

"I love being cold." She sighed contently.

Vegeta looked over at her, "Why?"

"Because you get to wrap all of these warm and comfortable blankets around and," She stalled as she moved closer to Vegeta's body, pulling his arm to wrap around her, "You can snuggle as close as possible to your sexy husband to get warm."

Vegeta pulled her hard against him, feeling her clothed body against his mostly naked body. He nuzzled her neck, taking in her deep scent. "What is wrong with the boy?"

Bulma smiled sadly. "Promise not to be judgmental and not say one thing to him?"

"What do you think?"

"You have got to promise Vegeta."

"Fine, damn woman." He grumbled.

"Trunks admitted to Nesa that he loved her and she replied by telling him that her feelings for him were all some ploy so she could get accepted into this sorority. And a sorority is kind of like a club in collage that only cool people allowed in."

"Your point?"

"He's heartbroken. He loves her and she was using him the whole time because of his money."

"So why is he so fucking depressed? Why doesn't he just kill her?"

Bulma rolled her eyes as she shifted to lay on her back, "He's heartbroken, Vegeta. I know you don't know what that means but it's truly hurts. The first girl he's ever loved used him. And I swear to you if I could get my hands on that bitch I would ripe her ugly slutty body apart. Kami, people like her is what made people like me. I hate her. How could she do that to him? Trunks is the most decent guy in the world and yet she fucking played him like he was nothing!" Bulma slammed her fists down on the fluffy sheets, panting her anger the air ahead.

Vegeta smirked at her, shaking his head as he chuckled. She gets worked up over the littlest things. Her cheeks were all flushed making her appear rather sexy at the moment. Vegeta raised his hand to brushed a few blue strands from her forehead causing her to turn her head. She instantly relaxed at seeing him and smiled warmly, "Sorry. I get a little emotional when it comes to first time love. It pisses me off."

"I still do not understand why he is acting so pathetic. It is over a female correct?"

"I knew you wouldn't understand but try to be a little nicer to him for a few days. Listen," Bulma turned to her side to face him, "You remember when you first began staying here?"

"Every disgusting second."

"You remember how I was with Yamcha."

"You screamed constantly and were the bitchest creature I had ever met."

"Besides that. I fell in love with Yamcha and he totally betrayed me by going behind my back and screwing some whore. And that broke my heart. Do you remember that?"

"Was that when you stayed in your room for a week and when you appeared you were the ugliest creature that I had laid eyes upon?"

"This is pointless." She rolled to her side with her back facing him only to have him curl in behind her and chuckle into her skin.

"Yes, Onna. I remember."

"Ok, example."

"No example. I get it. Now sleep." He quickly shut his eyes not wanting to see the confusion on his mate's features after he said those words. He felt her turn her head toward him more then likely wanting an answer as to why he just said that but found his eyes shut and so didn't bother to ask as she turned back around. Vegeta wanted to beat himself to hell's gates for saying those words but he knew if he were to try to engage in any sexual activity at the moment, she would surely be disappointed.

He wouldn't admit it, let alone to his mate, but man was he terrified of his thoughts. Vegeta actually didn't feel like having sex. It was like…nothing. The thought of her, the thought of being in her, touching her, didn't mean anything at the minute. He felt completely and utterly numb. It disgusted him. Made him feel…not like a man.

Not liking this, Vegeta let his hand slide down his mate's covered stomach and slipping it inside her flannel pants. Her abdomen muscles flexed in excitement, her hips all ready bucking in anticipation as his fingers wiggled back and forth at the top of her lavender curls, tickling her. She giggled, wiggling her butt into his pelvis, secretly shocked that she felt nothing.

Bulma didn't get to dwell on it for he lowered his fingers hovering just above her skin to tease her hairs. He moved them over to her thigh, gently streaking the tips across her skin, switching to the other side before cupping her apex. Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers delicately began to rotate against her nub causing her to bucked against him, moaning and groaning while biting her lip.

Bulma turned her head, not liking how she still felt nothing hard against her. She reached behind her and grabbed a hand full of his hair, pushing her lips hard against his just as he dipped two of his fingers inside. She broke from him, though her lips still touched his, panting, widening her legs for him all the while pacing her thrusts to match his.

After ten minutes of this torture, Bulma finally released closing her legs tight around his hand, not allowing him to remove them until the last tremors of her orgasm finished. Opening her eyes, she panted heavily watching his hand rise to his lips, sucking off greedily her juices before he moved in for her lips, rising his body over hers in the process and resting between her open legs.

Still finding him unexcited worried her, but she said nothing not wanting to hurt him. She wrapped her arms around him, tasting herself on his tongue. She flexed her hips, getting him started in slowly and fully rubbing his whole body against her, grinding especially hard at their pelvic area.

Minutes past before Bulma was taken from her bliss when Vegeta ripped himself away with a aggravated yell. Bulma watched with knitted brows, sitting up in bed, watching Vegeta stomp off to the bathroom. Wanting to know what was wrong, she quickly shoved the covers off of her and hurried to the door just in time to see Vegeta grab his medicine pills and yank the top off, emptying them into the toilet below. Bulma lunged at him, grabbing the bottle, "What are you doing?! Vegeta what's wrong?!"

Still with the possession of the container, Vegeta threw the empty plastic to the side, "Those fucking pills are what's wrong!" He yelled back, quickly grabbing for the other but Bulma snatching it from his hands.

"Talk to me." She studied him with an unyielding gaze, her blues eyes flicking back and forth trying to find out why he was so angry.

"Give me those pills."

"No."

"Onna…"

"No, Vegeta tell me what the fuck is going on."

"I'm not taking those fucking things anymore." He growled.

"Why not? Vegeta their helping you."

"Helping me!? They make me feel nothing!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't feel anything! I can not train, I can not think, I can not even feel you! Your touch does nothing!"

"What?"

Grabbing her hand, pulling her closer, and making her touch his chest. "This does nothing! Why, Onna, why does this not do anything?!"

"I don't know, Vegeta."

"It is because of those fucking pills. And I will not subject myself to that any longer. I am not taking anything again." With that, he pushed past her, kicking the door out of his way in the process before blasting out of the buster balcony doors.

Bulma turned around walking quickly to the balcony to see him slam the door to the GR. The pain of glass in her feet were unnoticeable, while cursing herself for getting the GR fixed. Then again, this would be the only way for him to release the anger he had in himself at the moment. And who is she to deny that?