Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ So Far Away ( Chapter 58 )
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By: StaindGT 
One of you were right in your guess.
Bulma explains her unhappiness
But who visits?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.07.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
One of you were right in your guess.
Bulma explains her unhappiness
But who visits?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.07.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
~~~~~```` Chapter. So Far Away
this is my life, it’s not what it was before
all these feelings I’ve shared,
these are my dreams, that I’d never lived before
somebody shake me, cause I must be sleeping--Staind
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Home. What a weird word. The dictionary describes home as a place one lives. Yet all the places Vegeta has stayed, he never felt comfortable calling it home. It was always living quarters, or dwelling. But never home.
Vegeta had come home in the middle of the night, leaving his son and the other two idiots to themselves for the morning. To be honest, he couldn’t wait another night. When he had complete control of his power and of his mind, all he wanted to do was bask in his mate. Damn all that try and stop him.
And so here he was. It was eight o’clock in the morning and he laid awake on his bed, with his woman in his arms and no thought of leaving entered his demented mind. This is where he wanted to be right now. This is what he wanted to do right now.
It was awkward to say the least, that he felt no need to train. He felt no necessity to leave her. If last night wasn’t a warning that something was wrong then he would be blind to the facts. Her ki was too low, and her aurora was too depressed for everything to be all right. Waking her wasn’t what was best for her no matter how much he wanted to mate with her. She needed sleep. She needed him.
He took his mind from her, needing to find answers for the questions that had always bothered him.
How many times had he been afraid to come home to see her? Afraid maybe not the exact word considering that a Sayian fears nothing but finding a better word was not an option for his lack of the human vocabulary. So afraid will have to do for now.
Afraid of what is the question. And there were many questions running through his head. How many times had he been afraid to come back to her and find her gone? Not willing to wait for him? Not willing to continue a one-sided relationship with a uncommitted Prince? Afraid to come home and find himself alone? He’ll admit now that he needed her. If there was anything in the world that he needed it had to be her. She is the reason he breathes. It’s an un-denying fact now. And that in itself, didn’t seem to bother him as much as it did.
Many things didn’t seem to bother him anymore. Like lying here in bed. He’d never done this before. Never just did nothing except lay with her. At least in the morning or during the day. At night of course it was a must.
Radditz had done something to him. Ever since that last dream. That last flashback. Something had changed inside of him. It reassured him of so many things he always doubted. And that must have been Radditz’s purpose. But no matter, Vegeta felt no loss in Radditz’s dismissal from the universe. He was still Sayian after all.
The flashbacks were not as terrible. And most of all they weren’t constant. He had no reason to think of them anymore. They held no meaning to him. It was done. It was over with. He had paid his remorse and if the gods above weren’t appeased then they weren’t worth his time. All that matter to him this moment was that his mate and brats understood, and they didn’t hate him. And that was all that mattered. And that was all that should.
The little female moaned beside him and wiggled and stretched and yawned. Vegeta watched with a half-smile, weak as it was. She was humorous to watch in such moments. Her lids fluttered open and her tired, swollen eyes lifted to him. It took her a moment to figure out who it was exactly that stared at her and when she did her orbs grew wide and her face dropped into a shocked expression. “Are you my dream?”
“Stupid Onna.” Vegeta chuckled.
Her eyes seemed to somehow widen further but she was quick to smash her lips to his and hurried to find his tongue, running her hands roughly through his soft mane and hold him tight against her. His hands quickly looped around and rolled her upon him, groaning at her taut nipples rubbed across his chest. She broke panting heavily in his face. “You’re back early.” But she did not let him respond, kissing him vigorously once again. After a few moments she broke and buried her head into his neck, kissing his smooth, powerful skin. “You are never doing that again.” She ordered, resting her cheek against his shoulder only then realizing the sun was up. “The sun?” She snapped up, not even taking notice that she was now straddling her naked husband and her bare chest swayed with each movement.
Vegeta on the other hand, thought that was a direct invitation. His hands roamed up her clothed thighs to her sides, smirking seductively at his delicious mate, thinking of all the ways he could have her. However he was soon thrown from his fantasies as she jumped from him, “Vegeta! Why didn’t you wake me!” She screamed but he heard none of it, growling violently when she ran into the bathroom and turned on the water. “I’m late for work! Damn it!” She whined. Vegeta rolled his eyes and got out of bed to follow her. He entered the stall only to be yelled at, “No Vegeta! I can’t right now.” Vegeta watched her with crossed arms, standing stubbornly before her with a full out pout. He analyzed her movements and soon his pout transformed into an emotionless façade. Vegeta did nothing while watching her nearly break down before him.
Before she could exit while ignoring his piercing eyes the whole time, he gripped her arm and held her tight to his chest, disregarding her words and protesting. He waited until the tears once again started and she nearly begged to be let go. She dropped her head upon his shoulder and whimpered, “Vegeta please.”
“Why you acting such ways, woman? You have been a wreak since I returned.”
“I’m just a little stressed. That’s all.”
“There is something else.”
Her eyes came to his, glistening, pleading, “I’ll tell you later tonight but please let me go.”
“You’ll tell me now.”
Her head dropped, “I can’t, please.”
“No.”
“I have to go to work.”
“No.”
Her anger flashed in her eyes and once again she began to yank herself away. “Vegeta stop it! Now let me go!”
Vegeta rolled his eyes and quickly threw the woman over his shoulder and walked out of the shower and bathroom all the while feeling nothing but the slightest touch while her fists pounded into his back. He tossed the wet female on the bed and before she crawled off he covered her with his body and flattened the woman, not allowing her to move one inch. Her glaring eyes gazed straight into his but he spoke first, “Waste no more time then if you wish to return to your work, woman. Tell me what the fuck has gotten you like this. And I will not ask again.” The tears returned again, and the anger faded, her head rolled to the side and eyes tightly closed. He stayed undeterred by her emotions, checking his strength for a moment. Her arms were pinned tight above her head and legs fastened by his own. He didn’t want to suffocate her considering then he’ll never know what the hell was wrong with her.
“While you were gone.” Her voice barely a whisper, so pitiful and ashamed. “I miscarried.”
His brows knit. “Miscarried? Miscarried what?”
“Kami, Vegeta.” The annoyed tone caught his attention and without realizing it she had pushed him away and he allowed it, letting her sit on the edge of the bed and wrap a blanket around her naked form. “I didn’t take my shot at the beginning of the month because you were leaving so I thought it pointless. But that last act of ours. I didn’t think I would get pregnant. The doctor told me having children while on radiation was impossible so…” She turned to him, tears still in her eyes but upon seeing his confused brow, Bulma smiled sadly, softly, “I miscarried a child, Vegeta. I was pregnant. And now I’m not. That is what’s wrong.”
Vegeta understood the meaning of it all however he missed the reason for her tears. What he also didn’t understand was why in the world had he wanted another child? Okay, so it would have been all right to have another kid, one that they actually wanted but to want her pregnant? He knew the dangers of it. She would die if she were to get pregnant again. So why was he so careless to that fact? The blame was placed upon him for causing her unknown pain. His mind had been unprotected during their last mating session. If he had obeyed his will then this event would have never happened. Vegeta looked at her now. She looked so pitiful. For what reasons Vegeta didn’t know but he stood anyway and ignored the female who pleaded with him to stay. He went to the intercom on the side of their door and with a push of a button shouted the word “Boy!”. Trunks and the rest had returned an hour ago. And from the kis in the house, Nesa wasn’t here.
“Yeah, dad.” Came the quick response.
“Call the woman’s old man. She is not working today so order him to fill in.”
“Okay dad.” The humor was not lost in the boy’s voice but Vegeta ignored it turning back to the woman.
“No, Vegeta, I have to work. You don’t understand. We have this project and deadline in two weeks--”
“I don’t care.” Vegeta shrugged, lifting the female in his arm and laying her back down on the bed. She begged him with her pleading orbs, her tears glistening in those skies of hers but Vegeta disregarded it all. “You show weakness. Is that what you want?” She shook her head shamefully. “Then you will rest and stop being so emotional.” With tears falling from her cheeks she nodded and rolled to her side, letting him view her smooth back, sniffing into her pillow.
Bulma knew he didn’t understand. How could he? The child was never alive so therefore to him it could not die and hence the reason there should be no tears. But Bulma felt the death of her unborn child completely. It was a shameful feeling men could never understand. And explaining it would never be able to describe her depression. When she heard his footsteps retreat without another word, she buried her head into her pillow, scorning herself for thinking that he would actually care for her when he returned. That was all that had kept her going this past week. Knowing he would be back soon to take her pain away. Only to realize brutally he didn’t even know he had that power.
It was about five minutes later she heard the door squeak open, she awoke from her light nap, finding her son grinning down at her with a tray of food. “Miss me?” He questioned playfully setting the tray on the nightstand and sitting upon the bed, getting wrapped up in his mother’s arms. “Dad said you needed me. What’s the matter?” Bulma released herself from him, her hands cupping his soft, pale cheeks. Her eyes darted across his beautiful face with the childish smile, and bright innocent eyes.
Bulma smiled warmly, her pain seemingly lost with his soft voice. “Nothing.” She wrapped him up again burying her head in his neck, “Nothing at all.”
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Now alone with the little one that glared at him, Vegeta took a seat opposite side of the couch that she occupied. Her little arms were folded across her childish chest, mocking him but he knew it was her first instinct to do so when angry. So blended of both of their habits and features she was. Just by looking at her you could see each perfect expression imprinted in her face and body that matched theirs to the true extent.
How was he to go about this? Maybe he could just wear her out and she’ll just crawl in his lap and forget about his stupid mistake. However if he knew anything at all, it was that she had his mate’s temper. She would drag things out to the last strand.
He glanced over at her and she quickly turned away. Vegeta straightened his head in annoyance only to find her staring once again at him. And when he went to look at her again she hurried to snap her head straight, stubbornly. What a brat. Vegeta couldn’t help the small smirk.
Using his speed before she could even think about what he was going to do, Vegeta grabbed the small child and set her down in his lap facing him. He leaned back on the couch in his triumph catching her pouting lips and the tears swelling in her blue depths. He frowned upon them, wiping her tiny tear from her little chubby cheek. And that seemed to break her anger for she was then quick to embrace his neck tightly burying her head in his shoulder and crying hysterically. “I missed you Daddy. Please don’t ever go away again.”
Vegeta took in her pure scent, holding her silky hair in his hand while the other stroked her back to calm her sobs. “Hush, little one.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t a good girl. But you never said good-bye and mommy said you weren’t coming back soon. Please don’t leave me again. I love you, daddy.”
“Child calm yourself now.” Her crying somewhat stalled but every now and again she sniffed. Soon she lifted her head from his shoulder and rubbed her eyes childishly with her fists, her face red and eyes bloodshot. He smoothed her soft hair gently. He had missed this child more then he thought he would. She was so perfect. A little bratty but perfect nonetheless. “You will give your mother no more problems do you hear me?” She nodded babyishly. “Good.” Awkwardly, he kissed her forehead then lifted her off him and placed her on the floor. “Go to her.” She quickly waddled away. He smiled weakly to himself. He was a part of that perfection.
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He leaned against the doorway, watching with crossed arms and unemotional expression. Bulma looked over at him from the bed, a wide thankful smile on her face while her two children were snug in at her side while watching morning cartoons. Maybe he didn’t truly understand why a miscarriage held so much pain for her, but he understood completely that it was his right as a mate to pacify it. Seeing her children the ones that lived through birth reminded her not of her loss but of her gain. She would have died upon giving birth and it was obvious now she knew that. Vegeta thought back to what Radditz had told him in his dream. The gods had a part of the elimination of the unborn child. Maybe the apparition had been right. Maybe the gods were looking out for him. Why they took so long to make life actually bearable was questionable but nothing to waste time on.
Bulma had parted herself from her children, now dressed in pajamas she came to him with a big smile on her face. Before he could protest she had her arms around his waist and lips tightly sealed against his own. Without a thought to the children on the bed, Vegeta embraced his woman, roughly, battling desperately with her tongue. What broke them however was the silly giggle of the tiny female who buried herself into her smirking brother’s side. Vegeta sent a glare filled of amusement to the two children, then yanking the laughing woman from the doorway to slam her against the wall outside of the bedroom, purposely putting them out of view of the brats; quickly ravishing her lips erotically.
However she stalled it, pulling back, panting heavily, “Not now, Vegeta, Okay? I want to be with my children.” And without even another look she went back in.
Vegeta stared at the wall for what seemed like hours. Did she just turn him away? She just turned him away! Like he was some teenage child that got down on his knees and begged for it! What the hell had he done?! Didn’t he just make her happy?! Was all that for nothing! He has been without her now for 29 days and fourteen hours! How long does she actually expect him to wait!
Vegeta’s nails bit into his palms, he growled low angrily before stomping to the nearest exit and headed for his GR. ‘Not now’. What the hell was wrong with her!
Great homecoming party!
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Bulma swung her head around finding her pouting husband stomp in from the playroom followed by their overly eccentric daughter bouncing in each step and grinning wildly. “Dinner’s almost ready.” She told him but he ignored it and sat down next to his son who was waiting patiently to be fed. Bulma sighed turning back to washing off the countertop. She turns him down once and he gets all soured face. If Bulma didn’t know any better she would say he is only in this relationship for the sex! Which, Bulma thought with a smirk, wasn’t all that bad.
No, she can’t think of him. Not now. Not for awhile. At least not in that way. What if she were to get pregnant again? What if she killed another baby? Her baby. Then what? She couldn’t have that happen and yet, she couldn’t keep putting him off. Bulma untied her apron with a sigh, quickly pressing the buttons to her robots who hurried to gather the plates of bountiful food and serve them to each Sayian blood member of the table.
Bulma watched them for a second, Trunks instantly digging in. He looked so much healthier then the last time she saw him. Revitalized it seemed. Bra was happily chewing with sloppy smacks of her lips that made Vegeta fuss about her eating habits. Not one tantrum all day but of course since she had changed from her pajamas the little girl had spent all day with Vegeta in the GR while Trunks spend the whole day with her watching movies and taking naps.
Her eyes went to her lover watching him eat with such grace she sighed at his beauty. Her angel of hell. So god-like in everything that he did. Bulma tucked her hair behind her ear. This is what she wanted. Today had literally just taken all of the stress away. She was nearly devastated that it had to end.
And it did end. With the opening of the elevator.
this is my life, it’s not what it was before
all these feelings I’ve shared,
these are my dreams, that I’d never lived before
somebody shake me, cause I must be sleeping--Staind
~~~~~~~`````
Home. What a weird word. The dictionary describes home as a place one lives. Yet all the places Vegeta has stayed, he never felt comfortable calling it home. It was always living quarters, or dwelling. But never home.
Vegeta had come home in the middle of the night, leaving his son and the other two idiots to themselves for the morning. To be honest, he couldn’t wait another night. When he had complete control of his power and of his mind, all he wanted to do was bask in his mate. Damn all that try and stop him.
And so here he was. It was eight o’clock in the morning and he laid awake on his bed, with his woman in his arms and no thought of leaving entered his demented mind. This is where he wanted to be right now. This is what he wanted to do right now.
It was awkward to say the least, that he felt no need to train. He felt no necessity to leave her. If last night wasn’t a warning that something was wrong then he would be blind to the facts. Her ki was too low, and her aurora was too depressed for everything to be all right. Waking her wasn’t what was best for her no matter how much he wanted to mate with her. She needed sleep. She needed him.
He took his mind from her, needing to find answers for the questions that had always bothered him.
How many times had he been afraid to come home to see her? Afraid maybe not the exact word considering that a Sayian fears nothing but finding a better word was not an option for his lack of the human vocabulary. So afraid will have to do for now.
Afraid of what is the question. And there were many questions running through his head. How many times had he been afraid to come back to her and find her gone? Not willing to wait for him? Not willing to continue a one-sided relationship with a uncommitted Prince? Afraid to come home and find himself alone? He’ll admit now that he needed her. If there was anything in the world that he needed it had to be her. She is the reason he breathes. It’s an un-denying fact now. And that in itself, didn’t seem to bother him as much as it did.
Many things didn’t seem to bother him anymore. Like lying here in bed. He’d never done this before. Never just did nothing except lay with her. At least in the morning or during the day. At night of course it was a must.
Radditz had done something to him. Ever since that last dream. That last flashback. Something had changed inside of him. It reassured him of so many things he always doubted. And that must have been Radditz’s purpose. But no matter, Vegeta felt no loss in Radditz’s dismissal from the universe. He was still Sayian after all.
The flashbacks were not as terrible. And most of all they weren’t constant. He had no reason to think of them anymore. They held no meaning to him. It was done. It was over with. He had paid his remorse and if the gods above weren’t appeased then they weren’t worth his time. All that matter to him this moment was that his mate and brats understood, and they didn’t hate him. And that was all that mattered. And that was all that should.
The little female moaned beside him and wiggled and stretched and yawned. Vegeta watched with a half-smile, weak as it was. She was humorous to watch in such moments. Her lids fluttered open and her tired, swollen eyes lifted to him. It took her a moment to figure out who it was exactly that stared at her and when she did her orbs grew wide and her face dropped into a shocked expression. “Are you my dream?”
“Stupid Onna.” Vegeta chuckled.
Her eyes seemed to somehow widen further but she was quick to smash her lips to his and hurried to find his tongue, running her hands roughly through his soft mane and hold him tight against her. His hands quickly looped around and rolled her upon him, groaning at her taut nipples rubbed across his chest. She broke panting heavily in his face. “You’re back early.” But she did not let him respond, kissing him vigorously once again. After a few moments she broke and buried her head into his neck, kissing his smooth, powerful skin. “You are never doing that again.” She ordered, resting her cheek against his shoulder only then realizing the sun was up. “The sun?” She snapped up, not even taking notice that she was now straddling her naked husband and her bare chest swayed with each movement.
Vegeta on the other hand, thought that was a direct invitation. His hands roamed up her clothed thighs to her sides, smirking seductively at his delicious mate, thinking of all the ways he could have her. However he was soon thrown from his fantasies as she jumped from him, “Vegeta! Why didn’t you wake me!” She screamed but he heard none of it, growling violently when she ran into the bathroom and turned on the water. “I’m late for work! Damn it!” She whined. Vegeta rolled his eyes and got out of bed to follow her. He entered the stall only to be yelled at, “No Vegeta! I can’t right now.” Vegeta watched her with crossed arms, standing stubbornly before her with a full out pout. He analyzed her movements and soon his pout transformed into an emotionless façade. Vegeta did nothing while watching her nearly break down before him.
Before she could exit while ignoring his piercing eyes the whole time, he gripped her arm and held her tight to his chest, disregarding her words and protesting. He waited until the tears once again started and she nearly begged to be let go. She dropped her head upon his shoulder and whimpered, “Vegeta please.”
“Why you acting such ways, woman? You have been a wreak since I returned.”
“I’m just a little stressed. That’s all.”
“There is something else.”
Her eyes came to his, glistening, pleading, “I’ll tell you later tonight but please let me go.”
“You’ll tell me now.”
Her head dropped, “I can’t, please.”
“No.”
“I have to go to work.”
“No.”
Her anger flashed in her eyes and once again she began to yank herself away. “Vegeta stop it! Now let me go!”
Vegeta rolled his eyes and quickly threw the woman over his shoulder and walked out of the shower and bathroom all the while feeling nothing but the slightest touch while her fists pounded into his back. He tossed the wet female on the bed and before she crawled off he covered her with his body and flattened the woman, not allowing her to move one inch. Her glaring eyes gazed straight into his but he spoke first, “Waste no more time then if you wish to return to your work, woman. Tell me what the fuck has gotten you like this. And I will not ask again.” The tears returned again, and the anger faded, her head rolled to the side and eyes tightly closed. He stayed undeterred by her emotions, checking his strength for a moment. Her arms were pinned tight above her head and legs fastened by his own. He didn’t want to suffocate her considering then he’ll never know what the hell was wrong with her.
“While you were gone.” Her voice barely a whisper, so pitiful and ashamed. “I miscarried.”
His brows knit. “Miscarried? Miscarried what?”
“Kami, Vegeta.” The annoyed tone caught his attention and without realizing it she had pushed him away and he allowed it, letting her sit on the edge of the bed and wrap a blanket around her naked form. “I didn’t take my shot at the beginning of the month because you were leaving so I thought it pointless. But that last act of ours. I didn’t think I would get pregnant. The doctor told me having children while on radiation was impossible so…” She turned to him, tears still in her eyes but upon seeing his confused brow, Bulma smiled sadly, softly, “I miscarried a child, Vegeta. I was pregnant. And now I’m not. That is what’s wrong.”
Vegeta understood the meaning of it all however he missed the reason for her tears. What he also didn’t understand was why in the world had he wanted another child? Okay, so it would have been all right to have another kid, one that they actually wanted but to want her pregnant? He knew the dangers of it. She would die if she were to get pregnant again. So why was he so careless to that fact? The blame was placed upon him for causing her unknown pain. His mind had been unprotected during their last mating session. If he had obeyed his will then this event would have never happened. Vegeta looked at her now. She looked so pitiful. For what reasons Vegeta didn’t know but he stood anyway and ignored the female who pleaded with him to stay. He went to the intercom on the side of their door and with a push of a button shouted the word “Boy!”. Trunks and the rest had returned an hour ago. And from the kis in the house, Nesa wasn’t here.
“Yeah, dad.” Came the quick response.
“Call the woman’s old man. She is not working today so order him to fill in.”
“Okay dad.” The humor was not lost in the boy’s voice but Vegeta ignored it turning back to the woman.
“No, Vegeta, I have to work. You don’t understand. We have this project and deadline in two weeks--”
“I don’t care.” Vegeta shrugged, lifting the female in his arm and laying her back down on the bed. She begged him with her pleading orbs, her tears glistening in those skies of hers but Vegeta disregarded it all. “You show weakness. Is that what you want?” She shook her head shamefully. “Then you will rest and stop being so emotional.” With tears falling from her cheeks she nodded and rolled to her side, letting him view her smooth back, sniffing into her pillow.
Bulma knew he didn’t understand. How could he? The child was never alive so therefore to him it could not die and hence the reason there should be no tears. But Bulma felt the death of her unborn child completely. It was a shameful feeling men could never understand. And explaining it would never be able to describe her depression. When she heard his footsteps retreat without another word, she buried her head into her pillow, scorning herself for thinking that he would actually care for her when he returned. That was all that had kept her going this past week. Knowing he would be back soon to take her pain away. Only to realize brutally he didn’t even know he had that power.
It was about five minutes later she heard the door squeak open, she awoke from her light nap, finding her son grinning down at her with a tray of food. “Miss me?” He questioned playfully setting the tray on the nightstand and sitting upon the bed, getting wrapped up in his mother’s arms. “Dad said you needed me. What’s the matter?” Bulma released herself from him, her hands cupping his soft, pale cheeks. Her eyes darted across his beautiful face with the childish smile, and bright innocent eyes.
Bulma smiled warmly, her pain seemingly lost with his soft voice. “Nothing.” She wrapped him up again burying her head in his neck, “Nothing at all.”
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Now alone with the little one that glared at him, Vegeta took a seat opposite side of the couch that she occupied. Her little arms were folded across her childish chest, mocking him but he knew it was her first instinct to do so when angry. So blended of both of their habits and features she was. Just by looking at her you could see each perfect expression imprinted in her face and body that matched theirs to the true extent.
How was he to go about this? Maybe he could just wear her out and she’ll just crawl in his lap and forget about his stupid mistake. However if he knew anything at all, it was that she had his mate’s temper. She would drag things out to the last strand.
He glanced over at her and she quickly turned away. Vegeta straightened his head in annoyance only to find her staring once again at him. And when he went to look at her again she hurried to snap her head straight, stubbornly. What a brat. Vegeta couldn’t help the small smirk.
Using his speed before she could even think about what he was going to do, Vegeta grabbed the small child and set her down in his lap facing him. He leaned back on the couch in his triumph catching her pouting lips and the tears swelling in her blue depths. He frowned upon them, wiping her tiny tear from her little chubby cheek. And that seemed to break her anger for she was then quick to embrace his neck tightly burying her head in his shoulder and crying hysterically. “I missed you Daddy. Please don’t ever go away again.”
Vegeta took in her pure scent, holding her silky hair in his hand while the other stroked her back to calm her sobs. “Hush, little one.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t a good girl. But you never said good-bye and mommy said you weren’t coming back soon. Please don’t leave me again. I love you, daddy.”
“Child calm yourself now.” Her crying somewhat stalled but every now and again she sniffed. Soon she lifted her head from his shoulder and rubbed her eyes childishly with her fists, her face red and eyes bloodshot. He smoothed her soft hair gently. He had missed this child more then he thought he would. She was so perfect. A little bratty but perfect nonetheless. “You will give your mother no more problems do you hear me?” She nodded babyishly. “Good.” Awkwardly, he kissed her forehead then lifted her off him and placed her on the floor. “Go to her.” She quickly waddled away. He smiled weakly to himself. He was a part of that perfection.
~~
He leaned against the doorway, watching with crossed arms and unemotional expression. Bulma looked over at him from the bed, a wide thankful smile on her face while her two children were snug in at her side while watching morning cartoons. Maybe he didn’t truly understand why a miscarriage held so much pain for her, but he understood completely that it was his right as a mate to pacify it. Seeing her children the ones that lived through birth reminded her not of her loss but of her gain. She would have died upon giving birth and it was obvious now she knew that. Vegeta thought back to what Radditz had told him in his dream. The gods had a part of the elimination of the unborn child. Maybe the apparition had been right. Maybe the gods were looking out for him. Why they took so long to make life actually bearable was questionable but nothing to waste time on.
Bulma had parted herself from her children, now dressed in pajamas she came to him with a big smile on her face. Before he could protest she had her arms around his waist and lips tightly sealed against his own. Without a thought to the children on the bed, Vegeta embraced his woman, roughly, battling desperately with her tongue. What broke them however was the silly giggle of the tiny female who buried herself into her smirking brother’s side. Vegeta sent a glare filled of amusement to the two children, then yanking the laughing woman from the doorway to slam her against the wall outside of the bedroom, purposely putting them out of view of the brats; quickly ravishing her lips erotically.
However she stalled it, pulling back, panting heavily, “Not now, Vegeta, Okay? I want to be with my children.” And without even another look she went back in.
Vegeta stared at the wall for what seemed like hours. Did she just turn him away? She just turned him away! Like he was some teenage child that got down on his knees and begged for it! What the hell had he done?! Didn’t he just make her happy?! Was all that for nothing! He has been without her now for 29 days and fourteen hours! How long does she actually expect him to wait!
Vegeta’s nails bit into his palms, he growled low angrily before stomping to the nearest exit and headed for his GR. ‘Not now’. What the hell was wrong with her!
Great homecoming party!
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Bulma swung her head around finding her pouting husband stomp in from the playroom followed by their overly eccentric daughter bouncing in each step and grinning wildly. “Dinner’s almost ready.” She told him but he ignored it and sat down next to his son who was waiting patiently to be fed. Bulma sighed turning back to washing off the countertop. She turns him down once and he gets all soured face. If Bulma didn’t know any better she would say he is only in this relationship for the sex! Which, Bulma thought with a smirk, wasn’t all that bad.
No, she can’t think of him. Not now. Not for awhile. At least not in that way. What if she were to get pregnant again? What if she killed another baby? Her baby. Then what? She couldn’t have that happen and yet, she couldn’t keep putting him off. Bulma untied her apron with a sigh, quickly pressing the buttons to her robots who hurried to gather the plates of bountiful food and serve them to each Sayian blood member of the table.
Bulma watched them for a second, Trunks instantly digging in. He looked so much healthier then the last time she saw him. Revitalized it seemed. Bra was happily chewing with sloppy smacks of her lips that made Vegeta fuss about her eating habits. Not one tantrum all day but of course since she had changed from her pajamas the little girl had spent all day with Vegeta in the GR while Trunks spend the whole day with her watching movies and taking naps.
Her eyes went to her lover watching him eat with such grace she sighed at his beauty. Her angel of hell. So god-like in everything that he did. Bulma tucked her hair behind her ear. This is what she wanted. Today had literally just taken all of the stress away. She was nearly devastated that it had to end.
And it did end. With the opening of the elevator.