Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 12

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

*AN: Ok guys, gals and those who have yet to make up their mind, another chapter. So I’m hoping that if you like it you’ll encourage me to continue and update. And like most writers, I’m a desperate needy person so please for that love of (insert deity and and/or superstition) REVIEW!!!

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*Chapter 12*
Bulma sighed with happiness as she stared out at the snow falling down on the streets outside. Things had been going so well the past month. Laila had transferred. Rumor was, her dad got some promotion and they had to move to another city. Bulma knew it wasn’t a rumor. She had her uncle do it. He looked at her curiously, but it wasn’t a big issue since the man she wanted to move was good for the position.
Bulma also hadn’t heard from Yamcha. Juu said he’s been seen with several different girls but Bulma didn’t care. As long as he stayed the hell away from her.
Bulma stood up facing the window and stretched, bending over to touch her toes and then up again, pressing against the window to stretch her shoulders. A warm familiar body pushed her up against the cold glass. “You know, you really shouldn’t do things like that unless you want to play.”
Bulma felt her body heat up. She could feel what Vegeta wanted to “play” pressing against her back. Her body was ready. “I was just stretching Geta.”
“Mmm,” Vegeta ran his hands up Bulma's sweater and cupped her breasts. “Right, you just happen to bend over like that just as I walk into the room? Can you even call what you’re wearing panties?”
Bulma moaned and pressed herself back against Vegeta’s body, using the window as leverage. Vegeta growled, shoved Bulma's sweater up and pushed her against the glass, making her yelp at the coldness on her skin. “Geta! People can see!”
“Let them watch. I want to fuck you right here.”
Bulma shuddered and closed her eyes when she heard her panties ripped away from her body. He owes me yet ANOTHER pair now. A hand quickly replaced the missing panties, followed by two fingers roughly pressed inside of her. She was already so wet and ready they just slipped inside, which is what Vegeta was looking for. Pulling the fingers out and replacing it with his hard member, Vegeta slid home in one thrust, pressing more of Bulma's hot body against the cold glass. She cried out from the opposing sensations, her body clutching at his member inside of her.
“Ah Kami! Geta!” Bulma called out, trying to fight the tidal wave that was quickly overtaking her. “Geta I can’t! Geta I, please! GETA!” Bulma tensed and then fell against the window, quickly fogging up from her breath.
Vegeta pulled out and turned her around, sitting her on the edge of the window sill. Without warning, he thrust back into her, taking her over and over again with hard and fast thrust. Vegeta pressed his head against Bulma's. “Bulma, fuck, Bulma! Don’t leave! Kami please don’t ever leave me.” Vegeta slipped his hand in between their bodies finding Bulma's slick pleasure spot, flicking it until he brought her again. When she screamed his name, Vegeta thrust a few more times before pulling out. Breathing heavily, the two stayed like that for a few minutes until the cold began to seep into their bones. Vegeta stepped back and let Bulma to her feet. She looked down at their bodies and giggled.
“We never seem to stay clean,” she said as she pulled the sweater over her head, wiping off her belly. Vegeta looked down at his pants around his ankles and pulled them up. Grabbed the blanket off the couch and wrapped it around Bulma.
“What can I say, whenever I see you, I just get these butterfly’s in my stomach and I just want to hold you. Then you bend over in skimpy underwear and well, I’m about all out of patience,” Vegeta said with a shrug and a smirk. Bulma laughed and Vegeta scooped her up in his arms. Vegeta carried Bulma to his room plopping her down on the bed. She quickly scrambled up under the blankets. Vegeta dropped his pants and dove in after her. The two lovers laughed and wrestled then finally settled down, Bulma's head lying on Vegeta chest.
“I wish you would come home with me for Christmas,” Bulma said sleepily.
Vegeta sighed. “Bulma I told you. It’s not a good idea.”
Bulma debated about telling Vegeta about his father sickness. “Geta, I really think you should come home. I don’t think… I mean…”
Vegeta looked down at Bulma. “What is it Lil Bit?”
Bulma looked at Vegeta. Her courage failed her. She didn’t know why Vegeta refused to come home. She thought it was her but now that they were together, he still wouldn’t. It was something to do with their dad. “I just thought it would be nice to have a Christmas as a Family. You know, we haven’t had one in a really long time.”
Vegeta hugged Bulma closer. “After you graduate Bulma, I’ll go talk to Dad. Ok? But for now, let’s just enjoy the rest of the week we have with each other ok?”
Bulma sighed and snuggled deeper. Tomorrow. I’ll tell him about Dad tomorrow. The pair drifted off to sleep.
Bulma took the plate from Vegeta, dried it, and put it up in the cabinet. They were cleaning up from dinner last night; Vegeta washing, Bulma drying. She was enjoying it. It felt like they were a normal couple living together. Bulma heard her ringtone for Juu go off on the kitchen table. She quickly wiped her hands and opened the phone. She didn’t even get a hello out before she heard her friend’s voice.

“Hey Juu! Was- …….Whoa! Juu slow down! My mom knows what?... WHAT?! Shit! Does she know where I’m at? Wait, someone’s calling on the other line.” Bulma looked down at her phone and saw HOME. “Uh Juu, I need to take this…. Yeah I’ll call you if I can. If not um I dunno I’ll figure something out. Bye…. Hello? Uh hey mo- um a friend's….. Mom, … Mom… I kno-… I’m so-… Mom….Mo-… *sigh* MOM! Look, I’m sorry I lied about being at Juu’s house. I didn’t tell you where I was at because well, it was supposed to be a surprise. It isn’t going to turn out that way but well, …. Mom, I’m at Vegeta’s… Mom? Hell- …oh, sorry, I thought you hung up... No, this isn’t a joke Mom. I’ll be home tonight ok?.... I don’t know. That’s why I’m here. I’m trying…. It’s fine Mom…. I will…. I love you too Mom.” Bulma closed her phone.

Vegeta was leaning against the sink his arms folded. Bulma looked at Vegeta from head to toe. She always loved his hair, black and silky soft, defying gravity at every turn. His onyx eyes, which were usually so jaded, were soft and warm today. Like all the worries were gone, even if only for this week. His lips were firm and fit perfectly in his chiseled jaw. He was wearing a dark blue long sleeved t-shirt today that fit snugly across the chest and in the arms, and a pair of old jeans. He was barefoot, and he looked worn and comfortable and hers. Bulma realized she didn’t want to go home. That she considered this her home now. Bulma looked up at Vegeta just as the weak winter sunlight broke through the clouds. It shined through the frost edged windows casting weird shadow on Vegeta’s face. Suddenly, a quote came to Bulma's mind.

‘O God, I have an ill-divining soul!Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.’

Bulma run to Vegeta’s arms.

“Hey! Lil Bit, everything ok?”

Bulma bit her lip trying not to cry. “I have to go home. Will you please come with me? Please Geta?”

Vegeta just tighten his arms around Bulma.

Bulma waved from the door as Vegeta left through the front gate. With a sigh, she headed inside to face her mother. Who happened to be waiting right inside the door.

“There you are!” Bunny said, rushing over to hug Bulma. “I’ve been worried sick! I mean I know you were with your broth-“

“Shhhh! Mom!” Bulma said, grabbing her mother’s arms. Looking around, she pulled her mom into the kitchen.

“Bulma! Let go of me! What is the matter with you?”

“I don’t want dad to know! They haven’t spoken in four years and I have no idea why. Geta won’t talk about it and Dad won’t either. Do you know?” Bulma let go of her mom’s arm.

“No,” Bunny said rubbing her arm. She sighed and sat down on a stool. “He won’t talk about it at all.”

“Ok then. Besides it doesn’t matter, Geta wouldn’t come over. He said after graduation, maybe.” Bulma looked down at Bunny’s arm. “Sorry for grabbing you Mom.”

“It’s alright dear,” Bunny said with a smile. “I have to go check on your father now. I will see you tomorrow. It’s Christmas eve tomorrow so get a good night’s sleep.”

“I will mom. Night. Give dad love for me.” Bulma placed a kiss on her mother’s head and walked up stairs.

Bunny got off the stool and went to the fridge to grabbing a water bottle and some cut up fruit. She then headed up the stairs to her room. The light next to the bed was on and low and her husband was propped up talking to her brother. “Hi boys! Sorry If I’m interrupting.”

“Was that Bulma I heard?” Vegeta asked, reaching a shaking hand for the glass of water sitting by the bed. Dr. Briefs reached out and steadied the glass. “Thought she was at Juu’s until tomorrow.” Vegeta started coughing and Dr. Briefs took the glass away while Bunny hurried over to the bed to help her husband. She put an arm around his chest and held a handkerchief up to his mouth. When the coughs stopped, Bunny gently laid her husband back against the pillows and took the material away from his mouth. It was covered with blood. Bunny clamped down her lips and folded the hanky. Dr. Briefs took the cloth from Bunny, replacing it with two pills and a glass of water. She placed the pills in Vegeta’s mouth and helped him sip his water. She made sure he was comfortable as the pills took effect and Vegeta’s eyes closed.

“Oh Doc, I wish Vegeta was here,” Bunny said with a sigh.”

“Buns, we all wish we had the old Vegeta back. But we know that isn’t possible anymore.”

Bunny shook her head. “No, I mean his son. To be so close and Bulma said he…” Bunny bit her lip and looked at her husband. But his breathing never changed and his eyes were still closed. “Oh I’m just being silly. I’m going down stairs. Call me if you need me Doc.”

Doc watched his sister leave the room and settled back in his chair. He started to pull out his tablet when he realized Vegeta’s eyes were wide open.  “Vegeta? Are you alright?”

Vegeta continued to stare at the ceiling for a few more seconds. “Doc, I need you to do something for me. You aren’t going to like it, but consider it a dying man’s last wish…”

Vegeta clicked off the TV when he heard knocking at the door. Not expecting any one. Bulma said she’s coming over tomorrow. Vegeta looked out through the peep hole but all he saw what hair. “What the hell?”

Vegeta unlatched the door and swung it open, revealing his father. He stared speechlessly. This was not the man he remembered. Before him was an old man, hunched over, thin, with graying skin that was falling off the bone. The eyes were the same though. Same eye’s Vegeta saw every day when he looked in the mirror. They were a bit duller, from pain by the looks of it, but they were the same eyes nonetheless.

“Well boy! Aren’t you going to invite your Father in?” Vegeta’s dad asked, coughing slightly. When the older man pulled the hanky away from his mouth Vegeta was shocked to see blood.

“Uh,” Vegeta said, still in shock. Another cough snapped him out of it. “I’m sorry, here, please come in. Do you need a hand?”

Vegeta Sr. waved his son’s hand away and walked in slowly. He made his way over to the chair and eased himself into it. “Could I trouble you for a glass of water?”

“Uh yeah! Sorry, I’m not thinking straight.” Vegeta hopped up and grabbed his father a glass of water. When he came out of the kitchen, Vegeta Sr. was leaning back with his eyes closed. “Are you ok dad?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Vegeta Sr. took the water and took several small sips before placing the glass on the table next to him. “I hear you’re teaching.”

Vegeta took a seat on the sofa next to his father. “Yes. At West High. I teach calculus and algebra there. I also coach track.”

Vegeta Sr. looked at his son. “Bulma goes to West High.” Vegeta looked down at his feet. “But I’m pretty sure you knew that already. How long have you been sleeping with your sister?”

“Dad, it’s not like that…” Vegeta started.

“Are you really going to ruin her life before it has even had a chance to get started Vegeta? She’s only seventeen! She’s still in high school. You’re her teacher for Kami’s sake!”

Vegeta stood up with a roar, hands tearing at his hair. He started pacing in front of the sofa. “Don’t! Don’t do this to me! To us!! I know this! I know all of this! Why do you think I agreed to leave in the first place? I didn’t expect her to just show up one day in my class out of the blue. I tried but, it wasn’t just me dad. It’s her too! She loves me!” Vegeta fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. “Dad, for four years I tried to live without her. It wasn’t a life. Something brought her back to me and I can’t, I won’t just let her go! Please don’t ask me, please!”

Vegeta Sr. stared down at his son, and he felt his heart breaking. He knew when the two had begun their relationship. Bulma had seemed like herself for the first time in years. Who was he to take that away from her? And Vegeta? His own flesh and blood? How could he deny him any less? “Do you love her?”

“With everything that I am.”

Vegeta Sr. sighed. “If you love her, then let her live. Leave her.”

Vegeta looked horrified. “No dad-”

“Just long enough to finish high school and college. That’s 4 years. Surely you can wait 4 more years if you love her as much as you say you do. Plus it will give her a chance to see the world, live her life, and decide if this is truly what she wants.”

“Four years!” Vegeta gaped at his father. “I have already waited four years! And so has she! I’m not a child, I know my feelings-“

“But does she know hers? You know college can change a person. Do you really want to be the one that held her back and kept her from being the woman she was meant to be?”

Vegeta thought he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t give her up he just couldn’t! She loved him! Wasn’t that enough? But what if she ends up regretting it in the end? What if she resents you for the life she COULD have had? Vegeta’s face drained of blood and he slowly lifted himself onto the couch. Vegeta Sr. hated to see his son this way. And he knew this was going to be equally hard on Bulma.

“In four years, if nothing has changed, and you still feel the same, I give you my blessing to pursue Bulma. If she wants you, you can have her.”

“And if in four years she doesn’t want me?” Vegeta asked hollowly.

Vegeta Sr. stood up. “Then at least you know you have done the right thing and have given the woman you love the life she deserves and wants.” And with that, Vegeta Sr. left his son to his misery.

Bulma hurried up the stairs clutching the present to her chest. It was Christmas and she couldn’t wait to have Vegeta see it. She knocked on Vegeta’s door. “Merry Christmas Geta! Open up, it’s Bulma!” Bulma waited for a few minutes then frowned. “Geta?” She called and knocking again. Finally she heard shuffling and the door unlatching.  Bulma waited for the door to open, and when it didn’t, she opened it herself. “Geta? Are you ok? Why didn’t you let me in? Whoa…”

The stench of alcohol hit Bulma, making her wrinkle her delicate nose. Vegeta was throwing himself back down on the couch when she shut the door. Bottles of beer littered the floor and tables and porn was playing on the TV. Bulma stared at the room in shock. “What?” Vegeta growled from the couch.

“Uh… did something happen?” Bulma asked stepping around the mess to stand by Vegeta.

“What do you want Bulma?” Vegeta asked, rolling over, turning his back to her.

Bulma started to feel nervous. “Um, Merry Christmas Geta,” she said holding out the present. Vegeta turned his head and grunted.

“Seriously? What are you 12?”

Bulma blanched. “Wh- what?”

“We fucked around a few times and you decided to buy me a Christmas present? Or is it because I’m your brother?” Vegeta rolled off the couch and climbed to his feet, swaying. Bulma took a step back, her eyes large. “If you want to give me a present, why don’t you give me a present like that?”

Bulma turned to look at the TV Vegeta was pointing at. The porn was still on and two girls were going at it with a guy. Bulma spun around angry. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why are you drunk?”

“I had to try to get it up for you somehow,” Vegeta sneered, taking another drink of beer.

“Why are you being such an asshole? What is wrong with you?” Bulma cried at Vegeta. Vegeta roared and threw his bottle against the wall making Bulma scream.

“Get out! Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again. I don’t want some child I want a woman who know what the fuck she’s doing. I don’t. Want. You!” Vegeta yelled. Bulma presses a hand over her mouth as tears poured down her face. She shook her head over and over again, like she could erase what was happening like an etch-a-sketch. Vegeta turned his back so he wouldn’t see the tears. “Are you as deaf as you are fucking stupid Bulma? I said get the fuck out!”

Bulma dropped the present and ran out the door, leaving it ajar. Only when he couldn’t hear her sobs any more did Vegeta slowly walk over to his door, shut it, and then slide against it to the floor. When he reached the bottom, his body was racked with sobs. “Oh Kami, what have I done? Bulma!”


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*AN: I have to admit, I teared up a bit at the very end. It has to get better right?..... RIGHT?!  Final Chapter! (then epilogue :P) are you ready for this jelly! …. Ok I won’t say that again*

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