Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden ❯ Chapter 13

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*Chapter 13*
Vegeta sat in his truck starring at the hologram-keychain. There were three pictures on it. One was a picture of Bulma taking a picture of herself, looking up at the camera with a huge smile on her face when she was six. Another was a picture of six year old Bulma on the shoulders of a fourteen year old Vegeta, fingers entwined in his hair, the both of them laughing. He had given Bulma a keychain with that same picture eleven years ago. Apparently, she had kept it with her all those years. Vegeta turned it to the final picture. It was a newer one. Vegeta and Bulma had been in bed together one night, and Bulma had just been shutting her phone when the flash went off. It had accidently captured a picture of Bulma lying down, eyes closed, lips parted, and Vegeta just starting to kiss her chin.
Vegeta shut off the keychain and laid his head against the steering wheel. Two weeks had passed since the night he kicked her out. Two weeks had passed since he’d seen her. She had missed a week of school already and Vegeta’s heart stopped every time the bell rang and she wasn’t in her seat. He had to fight with himself every night just to not call her or get in his truck and go to Capsule Corps and find her. He was miserable without her.
Vegeta headed inside. He started going through all the motions. Bag down, jacket up, keys in bowl, shoes off, changing clothes. He had just started up the fire when there was a knock at the door. With a sigh, he answered the door without seeing who it was. Bulma stood before him, eyes red and swollen, her braid messed up like it hadn’t been re-done in days. The two stared at each other, neither sure what to say. Bulma spoke first.
“Dad died this morning.”
Vegeta was speechless. All he could do was stare at Bulma.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” she sniffed, dabbing at her nose with a tissue. “I know you hate me, but I couldn’t stay there.”
Vegeta stepped back and motioned for Bulma to come in. “What happened?”
“His body was failing him. They didn’t know why. He went in his sleep,” Bulma said standing by the couch. Vegeta sat down, putting his face in his hands. His shoulders began to shake. “I’m sorry Vegeta. I shouldn’t have come here. I just… I missed you and I knew you needed to know. I’ll leave.”
Bulma turned to go when Vegeta caught her arm. He pulled her to him, burying his face in her stomach. Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta’s head and the two stayed like that, crying together, mourning their father.
Eventually, Bulma ended up in Vegeta’s lap, the two just holding each other. Bulma was facing Vegeta, her legs curled around his lap, her head on his shoulder, Vegeta’s arms tucked around her bottom. “Geta,” Bulma whispered.
“Hm?”
“I don’t want to go home tonight. Please, just for one more night-”
Vegeta cut Bulma off, trapping her mouth beneath his. Her hands tugged franticly at his pants while Vegeta pushed up her skirt. When Vegeta was finally free, Bulma lowered herself on to him, sinking herself home. Vegeta dug his fingers in to Bulma's hips, pulling her forward and then lifting her up. When she had reached the tip, he slowly, pushed her back down, making her cry out. She rode him, again and again, her hips making slow circles. Vegeta and Bulma clung to each other desperately, her arms wrapped around his neck and their heads pressed together. Vegeta ran his arms up her back, trapping her body against his, so she could only make tiny thrusts with her hips. Bulma shuddered and threw her head back, crying out as her walls convulsed around his member. Vegeta bit Bulma's neck as he came within her, trying to silence he cries. When the two had finally calmed down, Vegeta laid back on the couch and tucked Bulma up next to him. He pulled the blanket over the two and they drifted off into sleep.
Vegeta tugged on the neck of his tie. He felt like he was choking in it. Small hands reached up and loosed the tie then set it straight. Vegeta gave a sad smile to the small blonde who had just helped him. “Thank you Bunny.”

Bunny sighed. “Vegeta, I know it has been a while, but do you think, that just for today, you could call me ‘mom’?”

“Oh, sure… Mom,” Vegeta said uneasily. Bulma came up beside him and slipped her hand into his. He squeezed her hand, grateful for the support.

“I know this is just as hard for you Vegeta, maybe even more so, considering the past four years. But I want you to know, how happy I am that you are here,” Bunny said, standing at Vegeta’s other side. “I just wish you and your father could have fixed your differences before he, passed.”

Bunny sniffed and dabbed a hanky at her eyes. Vegeta felt his heart restrict and he wrapped an arm around both Bunny and Bulma. Bulma's shoulders shook as she silently cried into Vegeta’s chest. The family stood that way for a few minutes until the crowd started to gather to give their condolences. Vegeta shook hands and uttered words of “Thank you’s” to the masses. He thought he was numb to the pain. However, every time, someone mentioned how glad Bulma's brother was back, it was a stab to the heart. Vegeta was torn. He had already defied his father’s last wish and as much as he knew in his head that after the wake he should go home alone, his heart wanted Bulma there with him. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. Bulma was the only thing in his life that he felt was real anymore.

Time went on and eventually the people all left, leaving Bunny, Bulma and Vegeta alone. The planners were taking care of everything so there wasn’t anything for them to do. Bunny turned to Vegeta. “I was thinking that perhaps, you would like to come over for some coffee or something. We haven’t had a chance to talk in so long that I thought-”

“I can’t tonight Bu-Mom. I’m sorry. But just can’t. Maybe tomorrow.” Vegeta dropped a kiss on Bunny’s forehead, glanced at Bulma and all but ran from the room. Bulma took her bewildered mom’s hand.

“This was probably a lot for him to deal with. Don’t worry. Let’s go home.” Bulma put her arm around her mother’s shoulders and led her away.

*The next morning*

Bunny knocked on Vegeta’s door. She adjusted the basket over her arm as she waited for the door to open. Shuffling noises came from behind the door, then sounds of unlatching. Finally the door swung open revealing a shirtless, yawning Vegeta. He froze mid yawn though when he saw who he had opened the door to. “Bunny!”

Bunny swept inside, a smile on her face. “I know I said it was just for the day but don’t you think you could keep calling me Mom, Vegeta dear?” Bunny asked placing the basket down on the table by the couch. She frowned when she saw a pair of woman’s shoes and pants peeking out from under the blanket on the floor. “I’m sorry dear, did you have company? I should have called. I just wanted to bring you the muffins while they were still warm. I bake when I’m upset and well with your father…” Bunny sniffed

“Uh…” Vegeta said, eyes darting at the bedroom then back to Bunny. “Uh…”

“Oh you’re right, I was completely rude! I really should have called. I know what it’s like to be young. I’ll be on my way. I know Bulma wants to see you so please try to stop by today. Poor girl was so worn out she was still sleeping when I left. She may look tough but she is really quite fragile, and this whole ordeal has been so difficult for her. She has been by his side almost every day comforting him.”

“Uh…”

“Goodness! I do ramble don’t I? Sorry, dear. I’ll be on my way. Like I said I hope to see-”
“Hey Geta? Who was at the door? Mmm do I smell muff-”

Bulma walked out of the bedroom wearing an old button up of Vegeta’s and nothing else. She froze when she saw her mom standing there with Vegeta. Bunny’s smile faded as she looked from her son to her daughter.

“Uh…”

“Wha-? What is…? I don’t understand. Why aren’t you at home Bulma?” Bunny asked, placing her hand over her heart. Bunny looked at Bulma closer, her eyes opening wide with shock. “Wh-whe- where are your clothes?”

“Mom, what are you doing here?” Bulma asked just as frozen.

“I came over to talk to Vegeta. What are you doing here?” Bunny asked, her stomach sinking. She knew the answer. She was praying they would tell her something, anything, different. Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other. Vegeta looked away first, crossing his arms and looking at the door. Bulma grabbed her upper arm with her other hand, trying to cover as much as she could. “Bulma, get dressed, and go out to the car.”

“No, Mom, I’m not leaving-“

“Bulma you will do as your I asked. Get dressed and go out to the car. I wish to discuss some things with Vegeta. Privately.”

“Mom-“

“Now Bulma.”

Bulma ran across the room to the couch grabbing her clothes and then ran back to the bed room. Vegeta and Bunny stood silently as they heard the rustling of Bulma getting dressed. She walked out slowly and stood by Vegeta. He turned to look at her and she held out her hand. “Geta…”

Vegeta uncrossed his arms and started to take her hand. “Bulma, car. Now. I won’t ask again,” Bunny said. Bulma looked up at Vegeta who crossed his arms again. Biting her lip so she wouldn’t cry, Bulma ran out of the room, slamming the door shut. Bunny turned to Vegeta. “Have you lost your mind?”

Vegeta looked at Bunny and his face fell. He just went through this two weeks ago with his father. He couldn’t do it again. “Please, you don’t understand.”

“Oh I think I understand more than you think, Vegeta. But we both know that you need to be the grownup and let her go. She needs to live her life.”

“Why can’t she live her life with me?!” Vegeta yelled, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Four years I stayed away. She came back into MY life! I have been alone and I want her in my life! I don’t want to let her go! Please! I just lost my father, please don’t make me lose her too…”

“Vegeta-

“I love her. I love her and I haven’t even told her. We love each other so much. I just want to be with her for the rest of our lives.” Vegeta looked at Bunny, desperation in his eyes. “Please, don’t take her away from me. I want to marry her. I love Bulma.”

Bunny watched as the rest of her family seemed to fall apart. “I’m going to take Bulma away from here. Go to family, far from here. I can’t stay here with all the memories and with my family torn apart like this. And I can’t let Bulma stay here either. I think it would be best if you stayed away from her. It would be better for the both of you if you just let her go.”

“No, I just told you! I want to ma-“

“How Vegeta?” Bunny asked, walking up to her son. She took his hand. “You just stood at your fathers wake as her brother and my son. The whole world knows you’re siblings now. How can you ever be together?” Vegeta fell to his knees. Bunny looked sadly at her son. “I’m sorry Vegeta. I’m not trying to be heartless. I’m just trying to protect the two of you. Please, for both her sake, and yours, let her go.”

Bunny placed a kiss on Vegeta’s head and let go of his hands. She could see his heart breaking and she knew she had to go break one more. But it must be done, she thought as she walked out of the apartment. Right?

Goku put his key in the lock and opened the door. “Vegeta?” he called out. There was some groaning from the area behind the couch, along with some bottle clinking. Goku made his way over. Vegeta laid on the ground clutching something in his hand with a few beer bottles around him. “Well, don’t you look pretty princess?”

“Fuck off Goku,” Vegeta mumbled, not moving.

“Wow, you must feel like shit if you’re calling me Goku. Come on, time to get up.”

“I said to fuck off,” Vegeta growled as the larger man grabbed the smaller by his waist and tossed him on to the couch. “Oh shit I think I’m gonna hurl.”

Goku ran to the kitchen and grabbed the trashcan, just barely making it to Vegeta before he spilled his guts. “Nice, attractive. I can tell what Bulma sees in you.”

Vegeta lunged at Goku. “Don’t you EVER mention that name to me again. She’s gone.”

Goku caught Vegeta’s fist and pushed him back down on to the couch. “Because you let her.”

“I didn’t have a choice!”

“There’s always a choice Vegeta.”

Vegeta dropped his head into his hands, something silver falling from it. “What was I supposed to do? The world knows we’re brother and sister. We can’t be together in the open. What kind of a life could I give her if she had to hide our love away? Or not go to college because we’re married and she didn’t want people looking too deeply at it? No, there was no choice. I did what I had to do because it was what was best for Bulma.”

Goku stared at Vegeta. “Sometimes I swear, you are a fucking idiot. And they say I’m the dumb one! She loves you. You love her. What more do you need to know to fight? So what if your dad married her mom? You’re not actually related. I looked it up. No law. You don’t even have the same last names. And the whole world doesn’t know. Just here. And so what?! Have you even asked Bulma what she wants? Because I have.” Vegeta looked up at Goku. “Yeah that’s right. While you and your dad and her mom were busy figuring out what was best for her, Bulma told me what she wanted. Know what it is?”

Vegeta shook his head.
“You you dumb monkey. She said not to worry about what the idiots think about you being with her. Fuck them. Her exact words. And she has already been accepted in to the college she wants to go to. Two years and she’ll be done. She spent senior year taking college credit classes so she could finish early. And guess what her plans are after that. Working at her uncle’s company. Can’t get much better then working for Capsule Corps.”

Vegeta stood up. “Wait, what?”

Goku shook his head and bent over picking up the thing that had fallen to the ground. It was the holograph keychain Bulma hand given Vegeta for Christmas. He pressed it into Vegeta’s hand turning it on. Vegeta looked down at the picture of the two of them in bed. “Vegeta, what I’m saying is, you’re being an idiot and you’re letting the love of your life leave. She leaves today. She’s convinced that since you pushed her away the first time and haven’t tried to stop her mom this time that you don’t love her. She thinks she’s saving you!”

Vegeta shut off the keychain, grabbed the shirt Bulma had been wearing just yesterday, and half buttoned it up. “Where?”

Goku grinned. “Airport. Let’s go.”

Vegeta ran as fast as he could down the terminal. Goku has said she was boarding at gate 37 at 1:10. Gate numbers flashed past him as he ran; 15, 16, 17. As he turned the corner, a clock with big red numbers read 1:07. Vegeta ran faster. 21, 22, 23, 24. Vegeta dodged a person pulling a luggage cart behind them, narrowly missed tripping over a man and his suitcase. Vegeta kept running. 29, 30, 31, 32. Vegeta heard yelling behind him.

“Stop! We have a code 9, 4 officers in pursuit, assistance needed. Hey you! Stop there!”

Vegeta saw gate 37 ahead. He pushed his legs as hard as he could. A clock on the wall read 1:12. Vegeta was just a gate away when suddenly something knocked him down. A security officer had been in the area and tackled Vegeta when he hadn’t been paying attention.

“Alright buddy, you’ve caused enough problems. You’re getting arrested,” the security officer said.

“No please, I’m just trying to get to my girlfriend. I’m trying to stop her from leaving.” Vegeta struggled against the officer as the others arrived. One of the other officers took his other arm and started to drag him away. Vegeta searched franticly for a flash of blue. “Bulma! Bulma! Please Bulma! I love you! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Bulma!”

“Come on!” One of the officers said pushing on his chest. “Don’t make me hit you. Just come quietly.”

“No! I need to get to Bulma! Bulma!”

“Geta?”

Vegeta stopped struggling and the officers froze as Bulma stepped out of the crowd.

“Bulma!”

“Geta, what are you doing here?”

Bunny came up to Bulma tugging on her arm. “Bulma, come on its time to board- Vegeta? Wh- What on earth? Why are you here?” Bunny asked gripping tighter on her daughters arm.”I told you to leave her alone.”

The security officers started to drag Vegeta away again. Vegeta fought trying to stay by Bulma.

“Bulma I’ve been an idiot! I love you. I’ve always loved you. You are my soul mate. The only thing that has ever completed me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you! Please don’t leave me! Bulma! I love you.”

Bulma turned with tears on her face to her mother. But Bunny shook her head, crying as well. “Bulma sweetie, trust me, don’t-”

Bulma ripped her arm away from her mother and ran up to Vegeta, throwing her arms around his neck. Her added weight unbalanced him and brought him to his knees. “I thought you didn’t want me. At Christmas and then the funeral, I thought-”

“I know I’m sorry. I made promises I shouldn’t have and gave up when I should have fought. I was stupid. I let my own fears blind me. I love you Bulma Briefs and I will let nothing stop me from being with you. I will fight whatever comes our way. As long as you are by my side, I can do anything.” The officers let go of Vegeta’s arms and he wrapped them tightly around Bulma's waist. Over her shoulder, he looked at Bunny, pleading with her eyes. Bunny finally nodded. Vegeta let out a whoop and stood up with Bulma, spinning her around. “Bulma Briefs, will you spend the rest of your life with me, as my wife?”

Bulma grinned. “What took you so long?”

*~*
*AN: All done :) but don’t go anywhere, there’s still a short little epilogue coming up! Gotta have one more bit!*
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