Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Only Have Eyes for You ❯ Fighter ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer (for the entire story! ): I don't own DBZ or the songs that will appear in this story !

Warning: this story contains scenes involving bad language, sex and violence. It may also be considered a dark story. Do not read if you are not mature enough ( and I'm not talking about age, folks !), do not read !

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Chapter 1 : FIGHTER

When I was eight, my mother somehow convinced my to play a part in one of our school's plays. I was a rabbit, and had only two lines; enough for me to screw it big time. That day my play was performed, mother lost all hope for me pursuing an acting career. I guess she decided to let me be and join my father in his lab researches.

I found this extremely amusing now, when I can win easily an Oscar any given day. And all that thanks to…yes, you guessed it correctly.. Vegeta. The façade I've been wearing for a long time now cracks sometimes during the night, but fortunately, due to my chamber's position, there's nobody to hear my cries of despair.

It all started because of my hormones. Damn, those things have a will of their own, and slowly but surely take control over you. Which, is not such a bad thing …if you have a man. I didn't. I just had Yamcha. Although his shyness had disappeared a long time ago, its shadows still lurked over us. Hence, we were still a pair of virgins…after 10 years of dating. And I started to loose my patience. Kissing was ok. … if you were a teenager that is. So, I started pushing Yamcha, trying to wake up the wild, instinctual part in him, the one that screamed "Go and breed ! Go and breed ! Go and breed !". The one that was so deep buried within him, that I was unable to find . So, we decided to break up…the looser. He said, and I quote " Bulma, I love you and I always will. But I can't have sex yet, I'm sorry ! I'll always be there for you, you know that babe !" What a cheese line, I thought at the moment, but I've found out that he meant it. So, Yamcha being out of the picture, I started dating all kind of guys: small, tall, fat, slim, smart or plain stupid…poor and rich. That only contributed to lowering my self-esteem. I had a different date every night, and after a fortnight I declared myself a looser in the game of sex. I even started considering seriously asking advice from my mother. My guess was nobody could be so happy without a great sex life. You see, I started to be convinced that I was frigid. No guy I had dated had managed to make me feel butterflies in the stomach or a heat somehow familiar from my erotic dreams.

I was really considering forgetting sex for the rest of my life and returning to my cosy relation with Yamcha. Still, I was too stubborn to admit defeat.

To make things worse, I lived under the same roof with a sex god. Vegeta. When I asked him to stay (and the main reason was that I was scared shitless of dying… I am a big coward and I am not afraid to admit it ), I never guessed the trouble he was going to cause. He had already lived with us for a year…and he rarely bothered my parents or me. He just stayed in his room, eat whenever he pleased (normally at night ) and disappeared for weeks.

Things changed big time after that strange kid's appearance. Vegeta became obsessed with training. Guess he could "tolerate" one Super Saiyan, but two managed to scramble his already deteriorated psychic big time.

Had I known this, I would have never asked him to stay. I was quite scared of him before, but now I was terrified whenever we met in the house. His scowl was deeper every time and those eyes…well, let's just say that the dreams I had on Namek returned full force. They were even scarier now, because I kinda knew him more. Well, as anyone can know him. Sometimes, we even talked. In fact, he barked orders and I obeyed. What ? You would too, if you were ordered around by a cold-blooded intergalactic murderer. He knew that there were domestic robots to serve him, but he seemed to take a special pleasure in humiliating me. The situation was quite new to me, for I was used to be the one bossing around. All that changed with the accident in the gravity room, when I suddenly understood that Vegeta was also made of flesh and blood. And I started to answer back, to yell and to stand up for myself. He seemed surprised, but he didn't do anything to stop me. I, on the other hand, tried to keep in mind the fact that the prince could easily, remorselessly kill me, so I kept my lines less acid than usual. And I refused to take part in his domestic needs…my job was reduced to repairing the GR and the training boots he blasted into "the next dimension" on daily basis.

But the shock of my life was still to come.

***

You'd think my mom is unique ( Son-Kun being left aside ). Well, she's not. And believe me, for I was spending a "wonderful" afternoon with her and her ever-happy friends. It was a "must-attend" occasion, which was fortunately coming to an end. We had undergone the usual rituals: tea, cookies, gossip and now only the Kodak-moments were standing between freedom and me. In case you didn't figure it out by now, mom had a big passion for taking pictures. I was practising the very refined art of pretending to be interested, when in fact you were bored to death, when a picture caught my attention. It was taken during that kid's visit from the future: there was the kid, or better said the kid's profile. That made me wonder again who were his parents. He had a jacket with CC logo on, so, I figured out that he must e be somebody close to my family to wear it.

I tried to let go of the mystery, but my mind refused it, as it always does. There is nothing that caught my attention as an unsolved problem. Guess it comes with the geniality.

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Dinner time

That night had been one of the few occasions Vegeta had dinner with us. He seemed to be particularly cheerful ( as cheerful as a psycho not killing can be - guess I'm too judgmental - he must have some heart hidden somewhere, after all that little brain of his must be blood- irrigated somehow ). My parents eat quickly and disappeared into the night. ( Great parents, ne ? ) Vegeta was getting on my nerves, addressing me with "servant woman" and not letting me savour my dinner in peace.

"Vegeta, for the last time, I have a name! I know it's a great effort for your brain, but try and remember it ! Goku can, why can't you ! " I yelled, frustrated.

Then I realised I had broken rule number one when dealing with Vegeta: ' Never mention Goku, and, especially, never mention Goku as being better that he !'

Before I had time to put some sugar on my harsh words, I was flung from the chair by a hand grabbing my neck. It's a wonder I didn't piss myself, for I was so sure I was going to die. I couldn't scream, but I kicked him with my legs and arms, and clawed him like a wild kitten. Vegeta seemed amused, as if he knew something I didn't. Then he started to squeeze my neck, very slowly, while watching with detachment as I suffered. The pain was unbearable, as if my lungs had caught fire and my chest was ready to explode. I sure was sorry at that point. Had I known I was going to die that day, I would have told him more about his un-princely manners. But most of all I was scared…I knew him to be a killer, but I had assumed that, because we helped him, we would be fine.. guess I was wrong, dead wrong.

Fortunately, for my future existence Yamcha decided to show up at that moment. Surprisingly, we got along now, as friends, better that ever.

Sensing his ki ( probably, how would I know ? ), Vegeta stopped choking me and turned his head toward the door. This is when I realised it. His profile was identical to the one of the kid. I was so shocked, that I didn't remember what happened next. It is still a blur. Vegeta was going to be a father. It made sense, if you think about it: The boy could only be his or Goku's son. And th Sons were out of the picture, since blue eyes were not running in their family. Or lavender hair, for that matter. But they did in mine. I absently stroke my hair, as Yamcha was asking me something with a very concerned face. I snapped out of the shock, and looked around to see what had happened. I was on the floor, and probably I looked like a mess for me ex kept on asking me

"Who did that ? It was Vegeta right ? That is the last time he abuses you, Bulma ! I'm going to take care of things right now !"

It took a while to convince him that I was ok, and he needn't worry. I was sure Vegeta would kill him without a second thought. And somehow, the prince's new attitude made me wonder if Son-Kun could stop him now. Had he become a Super-Saiyan ? If so, we were doomed.

***

That night I had problems sleeping…and the insomnia lasted for weeks. I just couldn't came to grasp my new situation: I was going to have a baby with Vegeta, which meant .. I was going to sleep with Vegeta. I was going to have sex with somebody whose pet name for me was " servant woman". ( kinky pictures of myself in a French maid outfit popped in my mind, before I dismissed them blushing furiously into the darkness of my bedroom ). I wonder how things happened in Mirai's world. O.k, I guessed since my future self was alive and her son seemed to have a healthy respect for his father in our dimension.

Still, I was more afraid of Vegeta than ever, especially after the incident in the kitchen, when I was frightening close to loosing my life. His entire attitude seemed to have changed as well: he was cockier than ever, if you can imagine such a thing. Despite my self-preservation instincts screaming in my head, I couldn't half myself from approaching the prince more often. I found myself openly staring at him, trying to memorise every shape of his body ( not hard considering that modesty was a big lack in his attitude ) and feeling very primal when doing so. I was like an animal, considering a potential mate, trying to see if he could provide me with a strong offspring. That totally spooked my out. I was always so proud of my scientific mind, of the civilised part in me … the thought of me being with Vegeta brought up some ancestral parts in me, whom I thought lost forever.

It was strange how a person can be scared and still attracted at the same time. Like butterflies in the night, enchanted by flames…they go blindly into the fire and loose their wings.

It was a month after the realisation, that I decided that it was enough: I had barely eaten or slept during this entire time, and I had to make a decision, and fast.

So, loosing completely all my common sense, I've decided to go for it. The only problem was that I had no idea how to attract Vegeta. What was considered desirable in his culture ? Strength, probably, and as sure as hell I didn't have that. Food, for one thing, but that would be just too easy. And that would leave ...

Of course…I had it now. I knew he thought of me as dirt, that he considered me a weakling, stupid female… like I cared. I had no feelings for him either ( except madness for the way he managed to scare me with his mere presence).

Making him to take me would be a hard task. But, thanks to my genius, I already had the answer.

***

You'll probably wondering what my plan was, what was the secret weapon I was going to use against the Saiya-jinn. Challenge. I was going to challenge him into doing something he wouldn't do otherwise. So, taking shamelessly advantage of his non-existent knowledge of human traditions, I've declared the day of October 1st Challenge Day.

That was only two days away, and I had lots of things to do. First of all was to take care of my parents.

"Daddy", I asked him trying to sound casual over breakfast," how about you take mom on a romantic trip ? I've heard the Baleare are lovely this time of year !"

"What a wonderful idea my dear !" mom sang " but I'm afraid I can't. My black tulips are about to bloom, and I can't miss that, honey."

"Mom", I said, popping out of my chair and grabbing her hands " do it, live dangerously…take some risks in life ! The tulips will wait…they'll have to!"

"Well, dear, if you put it that way…"

"Yes, yes .." I nodded enthusiastically.

"We could do that, right honey ?"

My father was completely obvious to what had happened around him, as he was reading the latest number of " Science Today". He mumbled an "Of course, dear !", as any well-trained husband would, and went back to reading.

My parents left the next morning, after much fussing around. I still burst into laughter as I remember my father's startled look as he was shoved into the car "Are we going somewhere?" he inquired innocently.

That left me a day to prepare myself for the first day of the month October, the day that will change my life. I dialled a pizza-shop and ordered 10 pizzas, which I put into the refrigerator, along with some meat and milk. That way, Vegeta will not bother me with food. Apparently he had learned how to manoeuvre the microwaves. Lucky me!

So I went shopping, buying a black leather outfit, which I hoped would make me appealing to the Prince of Darkness and lots of children' clothes. Ok, so, maybe I was exaggerating a little. But being able to extend my shopping to a department that it had been refused to me (hm, except from some times when I went shopping for Gohan ! ) filled my with anticipation. So, I bought pants and shirts and shoes … that were enough for 20 kids …with ages ranging from a day to 12 years.

The day had been a very pleasant one, as I recall. That night, after putting away the clothes for my Trunks ( I had already picked up the name - a good one, staying in my family tradition, but with a hint to vegetal ) I went to sleep listening the humming of the GR that I had grown used to, and thinking about the man training inside.

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1st October

I woke up feeling very good. Something I had dreamed and I couldn't remember had put me in a very good mood. I allowed myself a long, hot bath, happy that my daddy allowed me a break from CC business. I really loved my job, but sometimes it became really boring. Being no.1 in the world is not as good as Vegeta thinks; I miss a challenge so much !. Speaking of the devil, today was the day I was going to play him and use that great body of his. The thought that it was possible for me not to survive the sex with him crossed my mind .. he could killed me so easily, even without trying, just by mistake. But, I assured myself remembering that the other "Bulma" had survived and so will I, dammit ! If I weren't sure of it, I wouldn't do it. No man was worth dying for!

I hummed one of my favourite plays, as I strolled into the kitchen, where I had one of the biggest shocks of my life. I ran out off my kitchen so fast, I'm sure I broke the sound barrier. There, in my lovely pink kitchen ( actually my mother's but I was feeling possessive at that point ) lay a dead animal. A big dead animal, who was sprawled in my kitchen, blood everywhere. I think I even saw his head under the table. I knew Vegeta occasionally went hunting whenever he wasn't provided with sufficient food, but he never brought it at home. I wonder why he did it this time. I went slowly to the door in my room, unlocked it ( like my father told me when I was a little girl that nothing can harm me when I locked the door, and here I was 20 years later, still applying his method ! ) and walked towards the kitchen. Stilling myself the best I could (which was not very good, considering my hands were still shaking ) I started cleaning the mess. It was the worst thing I've ever done, and, when I found the guts of the poor animal, I've considering quitting the frightening task. The domestic robots could take care of it just fine. But somehow I felt like I had to do it.

After I finished I went back to my room, all appetite lost, and I started putting down words on pieces of paper, my mind still wondering if I really could get on with my plan. Did I really want this kind of father for my son ? But, the most urgent question was: can I really sleep with Vegeta ? even if I convince him to, what if I don't feel anything ? I seriously doubted he would stop like my other partners. He would go on, or worse kill me for insulting his skills as a lover . I really thought he was the hottest thing I had ever seen, but was that enough ?

***

Two hours later, I had finished my task and prepared myself mentally for the meeting with the prince. I called the best Italian restaurant in town and ordered enough food to feed a high-school class, hoping it was enough for Vegeta. I put on some jeans and a blue tube ( I couldn't make it too obvious now, could I ? Leather was so out of question ! ) and went into the balcony, staring at the GR and waiting for Him to get out.

When he did get out, he looked quite tired and satisfied at the same time. That was good, I thought, as a rushed down the stairs. If he is a little tired my chances of having bruises or something like that were scarcer. And the good mood, so unfamiliar in relation to him, would help too.

The ring of the doorbell stopped my rush towards the kitchen however. Perfect timing, food was here ! I asked the delivery boys to help me put the food in the kitchen and one of them said something about how cool it was to throw a party . 'A very private party', I thought to myself, my nervousness returning with the site of the object of my desires. He stood at the table, sweaty and shirtless with murder written all over his face. Hm, what's new ?

The boys fled the kitchen so fast, that I had no time to give them tips. I set the table and smiled a little. I was nervous, even somebody without any sense of observation could tell. I had learned from Goku that Saiyans had far more developed senses, especially the smell ( then I understood how Son-Kun could smell food from miles !), so I was sure that Vegeta too knew the way I was feeling.

Still he kept on eating without paying me any attention. I guessed he assumed that my special condition were related to what I've come to call "the kitchen incident" . In fact, it was the first time I was so close to him since then. All my staring had taken place from a safe distance, preferably with other people around.

"Hm", I coughed trying to catch his attention, "Vegeta?"

He gave me a cold look.

" I was wondering … about that thing in my kitchen …"

He raised a brow, quizzically.

"Please, don't do that again ! We like to consider ourselves civilised people around here. Y'know, we left the forests a long, long time ago …"

This time I got an answer, although not the one I wanted. ( an apology would have been good -yeah, keep on dreaming girl ! )

" Are you implying I am not civilised ?" he retorted in a husky voice that sent shivers up my spine.

'Great, he's mad…just what I've wanted! '

"Nnooo….I'm sure you're very civilised for you society " ( a bunch of bloody apes that live to kill ! and have a head only to prevent rain from entering their necks ! )

He "hmm"ed and returned to eating.

"You see today is a holiday on Earth !"

"Servant woman !" he barked, "how is that my concern ? I could care less. Although…" he smirked darkly "you should celebrate your time lefty, because soon all this pathetic planet will be just a bad memory."

I decided to ignore the last sentence.

"Well, you see my parents are on a second honeymoon, and that only leave the two of us to spend Challenge Day."

He didn't say a thing but I could tell I got his attention.

"You see, tradition demands that you challenge somebody on this day… and if you are not up to the challenge, then you must obey the other person for a month. And, since you're the only person that I could challenge…"

"What makes you think I want to play your little game ? What challenge could you possible offer me?"

" Some of them are pretty tough. You see, there are one hundred possible challenges and they are all written on pieces of paper and put into a hat. Then you must pick one and do what it says." I explained my made-up holiday ( all right reserved to Bulma@comp. )

He made a gesture that signified "you are insignificant but because I am bored I will indulge in your pathetic tradition" and I happily presented him the hat.

He eyed it suspiciously and extracted a piece of paper. His lips curled into a smirk as he said:

"You are indeed as ugly and as unattractive as they get. You have no muscles and no tail. Still a challenge is a challenge. After all, I could close my eyes while I fuck you !"

That being said, he lift up from the chair, and walked towards me. I remember backing up and regretting the day I had seem Trunks' picture and cursing the moment I had come up with that stupid plan. He just looked so dangerous as he came slowly towards me. I think the sadistic bastard was enjoying himself, watching me going into panic. I summoned up all my courage and looked him in the eye. Those black eyes, which seemed to burn holes into me…they seemed so bottomless and uncaring. He looked like a big cat about to catch a tiny, helpless mouse.

"Wh..hat does it say ? " I manage to say, trying to stop my shaking and still backing up.

"Have sex with the nearest person !" he recited, still advancing towards me, never tearing the gaze upon me.

"Uuuhhh, really ? " I asked trying my best to appear surprised, although I had spent some serious time writing this sentence down on one hundred pieces of paper.

My kitchen was the size of Goku's house and still I found myself thinking hysterically that I needed a bigger one, as my back came in contact with the wall. Shit, I had nowhere to go…at that point the only thing in my mind was to get out of there and quickly. I was scared stiff and had one major wish: to vanish. I could care less about my unconceived baby or my virginity. Right there, I was quite determined never to be a mom and to give up any hope of experiencing an orgasm.

"Look" I improvised " we don't have to do that. Really, it' ok … nobody will ever know". Kami, I almost told him that he should try another challenge, but I remembered that all of them had the same things on.

"Hm , really … I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I don't back down ! You've started this, and now I will finish." He said in a deadly tone, that, I assumed, he used whenever he was closed to whipping a planet.

'Great, just what I needed right now to remember his "career". '

I bolted towards the door on the wall to my right, and I felt relief when I touched the knob on the door. ' I did it, I escaped' was my happy thought, relief pouring through my body. ' I am too ugly, he gave up.' I sighted, finally remembering that the door was opening the opposite way. I must have been quite a site, as I was trying fanatically to open the door.

Then, all became a whoosh as I was flung through the air and my back made a very hard connection with the wall. The air was pushed out of my lungs by the force of the impact. Vegeta titled his head and looked at me detachedly, as if I were some strange thing he met for the first time.

I had somehow remembered that I had hands and that I had attached to them the best weapon of a woman : fingernails. So, I started pushing him away and clawing him. He never broke his gaze on me as he lifted him hands and put them on my sides. That somehow made me feel more cornered, so my futile attempts amplified.

"Let me go !" I screamed, "Let me go, you big, ugly monkey !" In fact, he was only a few inches taller than me, but right then he seemed to be a giant.

His body was so close to mine that I could practicably feel his body heat. It made my toes curl. I opened my mouth to utter a dead-awakening scream, but I never got the chance, as he leaned closer and kisses me, his tongue pushing forcefully into my mouth. I made a sobbing sound as he deepened the kiss, and I felt his hands on my tights. He took some steps back, pulling me with him.

Then, one hand grabbed the belt on my jeans and pulled my pelvis hard into his, letting me know that he was ready to get down to business. Meanwhile, his other hand had captured my wrists and held them behind my back. I squirmed as he drove his hand into my jeans, reaching under my panties. His fingers slid between my folds and started rubbing gently, waking up a strange heat in my loins. His mouth finally left mine, and he started licking the sensitive spot below my ear. I found myself moaning and enjoying myself.

Still, I somehow managed to moan out a "Vegeta, please stop !"

If anything, his efforts increased. The hand that held my wrists captive let go and buried itself in my hair, pulling it back. I had to arch my back to stop the pain. I was ready to ask him to stop, when his mouth reached my breast and started sucking on it through the top. I felt one of his fingers slip into me and I tried to tell him stop, but then I realised I didn't want him too. Then, my coherent thinking stop and I cried out as the waves of orgasm swept me over. My legs gave out and I found out that the only thing supporting me was Vegeta's arm. He lifted the unashamed finger to his lips and licked it thoughtfully.

"Now" he said in a harsh tone "let's get down to serious business", just before claiming my lips with his.

The world around me started trembling and crushing down.

***

The world came crushing down on me …. and I mean it literally …. It seems that the tectonic plates under Japan got bored and decided to take some action. Having lived here my entire life, the specific instincts kicked in. Adrenaline restored power to my legs, as I searched frenetically an exit. The rule number one was hiding somewhere safe, but this earth-quick was a very strong one and, as a large piece of my ceiling came crushing down within inches of me. I remember casting a glance at Vegeta, and being shocked at his calm demeanour, before bolting out the door, down the halls and into the lawn. It was a wonder how I made it in time, and all my strength was washed away as I watched my house falling apart. Several debris must have flung towards me, for the last thing I remember was a pain in my forehead before darkness embraced me.

When I woke up, the sunset had enveloped the sky into beautiful shades of purple, gold and read. It is, I think, the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. I was so mesmerised by the dying sphere, that it took me some time before I recalled what had happened. Some sticky liquid was tainting my brow, and only when I touched it did I realised it was blood. My blood, more precisely.

My house was, well, was no more. I vaguely wondered where my "dear guest" went, for I was sure he was pretty much alive and kicking at that point. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I found myself quite amused at the next site. A big part of the eastern quarters had crushed on his beloved GR, reducing it to pieces. That somehow seemed fair to me, why shouldn't he suffer with the rest of us ?

The night was coming quickly, and the town was too far away for me to reach on foot. My capsules were buried under tones of construction, and there was no way I could reach them. I stumbled over the debris, heading to where my bedroom had been. I somehow manage to extract a red blanket, which, fortunately, was covered only in small pieces of dirt and rocks.

'The city must be into chaos' I said to myself 'My friends must know from my ki that I was ok, so, I guess tonight is the night I became acquainted to the nature."

I left the place that once was my house, and I started walking through the forest surrounding my house. Not far away, around half of mile, there was a small lake I adored swimming in as a little girl.

I cursed blindly into the setting night, as I stumbled upon something in the forests. The fall would have not caused so much pain under normal circumstances, but at that point it just served to re-open my barely closed wounds on my knees. I tell you if Ozzy would have been there, he would have been blushing like a schoolgirl on a first hot date.

At that point, I wanted nothing more than to get some sleep. My body hung so heavy that I started to understand on my own skin the concept of multiple gravity.

I finally reached my destination, and I threw the blanket on the soft grass. Still, it was October, and although the day had been sunny and warm, I knew that nights were chilly. I thanked Kami that my lighter had ended up somehow in my pocket, because I really didn't feel like returning to ancient ways of starting a fire.

Well, the rest is rather boring: I gathered some branches and start a fire, feeling very much like in a camp, put some leaves together and improvised a bed, wash myself as quickly as possible in the lake ( I hate cold stuff - except ice-cream !) and tucked myself in, blanket on top.

I had decided to take a nice, relaxing sleep, to be prepared for the busy day to come. Still, sleep was avoiding me that night. So, I gazed on the stars, remembering the nights I spend with my daddy at the planetary, and silently praying that my parents would be smart enough to remain in the Baleare. Then, the subject I tried to avoid till then, popped on my mind on his own.

What the hell was I doing ? Had I lost my mind ? Trying to trick Vegeta into something was like pulling a lion's tail and hoping it wouldn't notice. The cold, dark night managed to hide my blushing, but, judging from the heat rising in my cheeks, I must have been as red as a tomato, remembering the kitchen incident.

Ha ! I knew it ! I could have sex and enjoy it ! It was not my fault ! Just that I had dated inexperienced guys ! Yeah, that's it. Vegeta must have a hell of experience, going through space so much. I just have to find somebody with as much experience as him … easier said than done.

I was sure he survived the crushing of my house. He must be somewhere in the woods or maybe the desert, training or something. Must be angered about the GR, though.

'Well, if the bastard thinks I'll give him priority with the re-building, then he has another thing comin'. Then again, I could help him so more, considering that I've been using him. Gee, I hope he doesn't find out I made up the holiday. I'll just say it was a practical joke. Yeah, that's it. I've heard him making some good jokes ……… when he was going for the kill. Literally.

'Bulma, what were you thinking, girl ? Sleeping with Vegeta ? First of all, you wouldn't survive. Since when the Prince of Darkness strikes you as the gentle type? And, even if I were to go through with it, I should have some experience, right ? He would mock me if he knew I am still a virgin ! But, how about Trunks ?"

As I drifted to sleep that night, I have reached some decisions: do not provoke Vegeta, and be happy you've got away so easy; never speak to a living soul about what happened in the kitchen; give dating another chance; have Trunks with somebody else, and hope he'll still have my genes as dominating ones.

The sexual pressure I had been under that day seemed to affect me even in my sleep. I had one of the most erotic dreams so far. It had no scenario or imaginary lover. It was pure sensation and overwhelming sexual heat. Rough hands caressing my body, teasing me as they avoided my breasts. The eroticism of my fantasy grew dramatically, as cool air suddenly swept upon me, making my nipples hard. I swear I heard myself moaning as a swirling tongue found its way to my navel. Then all contact was lost, and I cried out at the frustrating action. As I was getting desperate, I tried to force my mind to continue the dream. My hands hurt, for I had balled them into fists, gripping the leaves underneath me. Then, as the hot mouth closed upon my most intimate part I arched my back and let out a sigh, both in relief and in need. That gained a low chuckle, which reached my through my gaze. Vegeta ? I was dreaming about Vegeta ? I lingered no more on that thought, as an orgasm crushed upon me, practically leaving me breathless. The force of it made me scream and that managed to wake me up to a shocking surprise.

Ebony eyes. Vegeta.

"W…..hat are you doing here?"

"What does it look like ? I came to finish what I've started."

I offered him a faint 'oh' as I took in my surroundings. My clothes were gone, and from what I could see, so were his. We were both covered to the waist by the blanket which meant… 'Oh, my Gosh. My breasts are uncovered !' Coming to that shocking conclusion, I tried to cover them with my hand. No such luck. His hands were faster and a hell lot stronger.

"A little late to be modest, don't you think ?" he asked in his low, husky voice, the same as usual, then again maybe not. There was something new, something I have never experienced from him. Desire. Row, pure desire.

Somehow, the thought that he was on the verge of loosing his precious control turned me on even more. Still, I felt an instinctual need to get out of there, out of that situation. Now, I realise I wasn't comfortable with the environment. There was the nature, the forest that we had tried to tame, but which I knew down deep inside that was as wild as always, or even wilder. Just as the man beside me.

"Vegeta, we don't have to do that! "

'Kami, my voice shook so much! 'I thought to myself.

He leaned over me, as I whimpered helplessly and started punching at his shoulders. I don't think he noticed. He was nipping at my neck, licking and sucking alternatively.

"I never let a challenge go past me!" he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine

Between moans I managed to let out an "Technically, the day is over by now." before letting myself be driven by the waves of sensation assaulting my senses.

I was so enchanted by the way his eyes gleamed in the night, and the smell of his olive skin, that I failed to feel him positioning at my entrance. The pain I felt it, however, and he must have felt it too, for I screamed both in surprise and shock. He stopped, gave me an old look, and started thrusting hard and deep. I bit my lower lip so hard, that I drew blood, arching my back as to ease the pain. The orgasm came as soon as the pain stopped. He grunted slowly on top of me, as his release coming also, and the second strangest sensation swept upon me as I felt him spilling his seed inside of my body.

The last conscious thought I had was 'Trunks will be born after all ! '

***

The next days passed in a haze for me. I was still trying to deal with the fact that I had sex and, more than that, that I had sex with Vegeta of all people. Then, slowly but surely things got back to normal. The CC compound was again erected, and my father and I were busy working in a lab, seeking a way to make the Capsule houses earthquake - resistant. My body had recovered from the injuries it had sustained during the earthquake and the "hm" following activities.

I just couldn't believe that already a month had passed and that sick bastard, also known as Vegeta hadn't shown up yet. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought he was afraid to face me.

As time flew by, my suspicions that I was indeed pregnant grew. I started experiencing morning sickness and I had already made an appointment at a doctor to confirm it.

However, that proved unnecessary.

Christmas Eve:

"Hi, guys, come in, you must be freezing !"

"He, he, not really, but do I smell some food ?"

That was Goku.

"Goku!"

ChiChi looking dangerously, with Gohan in her arms, dressed up so much that he could barely breath.

"Hm."

That was Piccolo.

"Hey Bulma, babe. How have you been ?"

Yamcha.

"Ow, man Bulma is something strange about you !"

Krilin.

Drooling.

Rochi, you eternal pervert !

Our little gang had decided to spend some time together on Christmas. We were not all, but it was still a very comforting feeling to be surrounded by friends. I had really missed them.

Piccolo drank his water with a concentrated look on his face, while Son Kun stuffed himself as if there was no tomorrow. Which was a strong possibility. Strange how some old saying prove themselves literally true. And how some things never change.

Poor Gohan was cornered by his mother, who was saying something about the importance of good education. Guess she would have been right, under normal circumstances.

I was sitting on a couch, next to Yamcha, his arms around my shoulders. Amazingly, our relation was going from good to better. He was a great friend, and I hated myself. I really felt like some street hooker, giving up such a great man for a lay. And that stupid fuck, not even showing. I mean, I've heard about distant attitudes the morning after, but that was too much !

"So, Bulma" Goku managed to breath out between bites "where's Vegeta ?"

I shrugged my shoulders as casual as possible.

"Don't know, don't care."

"Did you have a fight or something ? 'Cause, if you did, don't worry. He'll be back ! He's not that bad, you know !"

Yep, that's Goku, always seeing the best in people.

"No, we didn't have a fight. He wouldn't go so low as to argue with his 'servant woman' " I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. "He is, after all…..

….the prince of all Saiyans!" the entire gang finished, bursting into laughter. Even Piccolo seemed to be amused.

Laughter, however, stopped as Goku, immune as ever to sarcasm, assured me in a serious voice:

"He will come back for the baby !"

"The baby ?" ChiChi managed to ask, recovering first after the shock.

"What baby ?" Krilin inquired at his turn.

I looked up at Yamcha, who looked at me reassuringly, and held me tighter.

"His baby and Bulma's", Goku answered them as if he was speaking to little children.

Krilin slapped his dotted forehead, as the realisation came upon him.

"That is what was wrong with you ! You have two kis !"

I cleared my voice, uneasy about the whole situation. Everybody was looking at me accusingly.

'What had I done ? Vegeta is surely a mad man. He blew up planets, for Kami's sake ! Now I really screwed up things with my friends,

sleeping with a man that sworn to blow my planet !

"Look, guys, I…"

I never finished my sentence, as ChiChi came over me, taking me in a big hug. Then, the guys started throwing me through the air. I remember feeling relieved. Now I knew I was pregnant, and my friends were more than ok with it. More, they were even happy for me.

Don't get me wrong, I was going to have the baby no matter what everybody said. But their being there for me, filled me with happiness.

The rest of the evening went peacefully. We had so much fun …… and laugh a lot. Krilin wanted to touch my belly to feel the child. Then, it was Master Rochi's turn, but he went a hell lot lower then he was supposed to. Whatever ! I was in a good move.

Towards the end of the evening, I cornered Goku, who was in the kitchen, proving us that the Saiyan appetite was not to be toyed with.

"Oy, Bulma this stuff is really good !"

"You say that about everything that it's eatable, and about half of stuff that aren't !" I laughed, climbing on the counter, and enjoying the action, aware of the fact that the next months would be a challenge for me.

"He should be here !" Goku stopped eating, giving me a serious look.

"Oh, stop it Goku ! It's not like I'm in love with him or anything. It was just one-night stand. Plus" I added mischievous, "you forget I am a genius. I always wanted a child, and when I saw my future son, I realised that it was a good moment to have one."

The look on his face was priceless.

"You mean, you knew he ………"

"Like I said, you forgot I am a genius." I proclaimed proudly admiring my new kitchen.

"That is not the reason he must get back."

"Huh?"

Goku's hands squeezed mine gently.

"Look, Bulma, the child has an impressive ki. It is too much for you to handle. ChiChi would probably manage to handle it alone, but not you."

"What do you mean ?" The seriousness in his voice made me shiver

"Your body isn't strong enough to handle the energy. The only way for both of you to be safe is a sort of energy infusion. We have to raise your ki."

"Well" I laughed relieved " that would be piece of cake, with so many strong people around me, right ?"

"No, you need Vegeta. Only his energy will be recognised and accepted by the boy. Other kis would be perceived as threat and fought against."

" I see …."

"Don't worry, like I said, I'm sure he'll return. After all, he is a Super Saiyan now, he will focus less on training and more an you guys."

"What ? He's a Super Saiyan ?"

Goku did his trademark grin, while scratching the back of his head.

"Well, yeah. He's been for a few months by now !"

"Hey, guys, whatcha doin' there ? C'mon it's time to open the presents ! Hurry, up !"

"Don't worry, Bulma-chan" Goku assured me once again. "Everything will be fine !

***

If I thought my life was complicated before, now I knew it was totally fucked up. Bound to Vegeta - not a pleasant thought at all.

After biding my friends good bye, I went straight to bed to think of a way to get out of the mess I had got myself in. As I lay there, in the bed that held me since I was a little girl, I started to understand that life is anything but simple. Being rich, smart and beautiful was, apparently, not a guarantee to happiness.

That night I came very close to loosing my life.

A noise woke me up. A glance at the clock told me it was 3 am. I calmed myself, thinking that nobody could come past the security robots. Nobody except …

I practically flew off the bed and down the stairs. The sleep that had encased me less then 5 minutes ago, had vanished as if by magic.

The noise was fading …… it moved in front of me, through the living room and out in the open.

There he was. On my front lawn, his back turned to me.

"Vegeta ?"

Nothing.

I summoned up my courage, and went to him.

"Vegeta?" I asked again, as my hand touched his shoulder.

"Do not touch me!" he growled darkly.

I quickly pulled my hand. I really liked having two hands, plus working in the lab with only the left hand was a challenge I just wasn't ready to embrace.

It was getting really infuriating, the way he stared right ahead, ignoring me so openly. So, I used my own "Big Bang" attack.

"Vegeta, I'm pregnant !" Simple and blunt, as he liked it.

"And that concerns me because …"

"Because it's your baby also !" There, I've said it.

Vegeta is a mother fucker bastard, but I think he at least deserved to know about Trunks.

"Is it?" he inquired in a deceptively calm voice. "How can you be sure ?"

"Just what are you implying, mister ?"

"Just that you spend your time whoring around."

"Excuse me ?" Breathing was becoming a challenging task at that point.

"After all, look how easy you spread your legs for me." He chuckled darkly before finally turning to face me.

Despite the dim light, I was still able to see the sardonic smirk he wore.

"But then again, that bastard you're carrying could be mine. Considering what an ugly, dumb bitch you are I really doubt that a man could ever come close to you without vomiting."

"Wwhat ?"

"After all, I did it to compensate your providing me with a shelter by showing you what fucking means. You were a quick and easy lay, and not even a good one. I will not sire a hybrid born out of a pity-encounter. You'd better get rid of him."

I swear the bastard seemed amused by his words. I was angry, but most of all I was hurt. My best efforts to stop the tears from falling were doomed to fail.

"Vegeta, you got it all wrong. I don't want anything from you, you will have no connection with this baby. He is my son, and my son alone."

He crossed his arms and grunted a

"Perfect."

Then, as he entered the house, he had one more thing left to say:

"Have my GR repaired by tomorrow"

I just stood there, tears in my eyes, afraid shitless. Vegeta was not going to help me! Honestly, I didn't think he would, but a tiny ray of hope still existed. I was going to die, carrying Trunks! And my son was going to die with me. I felt like running after him and begging for a little of his energy. But, then again, that would only serve him as a humiliation weapon. Another one.

Did he really mean what he said? did he just sleep with me out of pity ? Was I so undesirable? I mean I knew that during our night spend together he did the whole work and I sort of held on, but was I that bad?

Sure, I kept on telling myself that I was pretty and smart, but, then again, maybe I was just fooling myself. Why don't I have a man to love me, if I have all this qualities.

I stood there, bare feet in the snow till sunrise. Only then did I realise the fact that I was only in my PJs and that there must have been several degrees below 0.

As I climbed in my bed, the only thought left was "What a Christmas present !"

Surprisingly, staying in the cold winter snow had no effect on me. I was expecting a severe cold, or even pneumonia, but everything turned up to be fine, thank Kami ! My life was already messed up, I really had no need for health problems also!

The following morning, I decided to have a serious talk with my parents. When I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with the familiar site of my family, and I felt my eyes turning watery. I've always admired my parents' marriage, which was as closest to perfect as you could get. Made me a little envious every time…..

"Mom, Dad, I have to talk to you!"

"Sure, honey, what is it?" mom sang happily.

"I'm pregnant. You're gonna be grandparents!" my voice tried to sound as enthusiastically as possible.

They were happy. More than that, they were thrilled. And the strange thing was that they already knew who the father of my son was. Guess my parents are not so air-headed as I thought.

Mom left the kitchen, heading in a determinate step towards the garage. I knew what she was going to do. Shopping. Like mother, like daughter. That had been my first reaction also.

I was happy that mom was happy at her turn ( not such a difficult task to accomplish, making mom happy that is !). My dad seemed to be enthusiastic as well, but his happiness ended quickly as I confined in him, telling him everything about my problems.

"Don't worry, Bulma-chan", daddy padded me on the shoulder "we'll figure out a solution. After all, we are the smartest people on Earth!"

At that point, I confess, I wasn't feeling very smart. Whenever I panic, my IQ drops freely….. and I was scared. The thought of dying was practically paralysing me. Then, the irony of the situation hit me. In the other universe, I was one of the few that survived. Here, I will be one of the firsts to die.

I left my daddy in the kitchen, and headed towards the living room. I threw myself on the couch, and started zipping through the channels, but I could find nothing interesting. So, I had to settle myself with watching the beautiful, richly ornated Christmas tree.

Then, I realised something! If I were going to die, I would at least enjoy the time left! And the first step consisted in stuffing myself with chocolate. Guess being on diet had no purpose now. I was pregnant and dying, for Kami's sake !

I was really beginning to enjoy myself, as I ate my favourite type of chocolate, and I was considering going to the kitchen to fetch some ice-cream. Then, it happened………

"Servant woman, why is my GR not ready yet ?"

'Ha, you must take me for someone who cares.' I ignored him, taking another bit.

If anything pissed Vegeta, that is being ignored. He had this crazy idea that everybody had to attend to his every need, quickly and efficiently.

Yeah, right …..

"I asked you a question, and I expect to be answered !"

'My, are we getting angry ?' This was becoming really funny.

I shifted on the couch, making myself more comfortable, as I picked up one of the magazines and started studying it with fake interest.

I've heard him as he strolled through the room, plopping himself in front of me.

The magazine I was holding suddenly disappeared. I tried to remain calm, and I bent slightly, picking up another and resuming my reading.

"Aaahhh! What the fuck is wrong with you ?" I screamed as I was suddenly lifted in the air, by the forearms. My feet dangled madly, trying to find a contact with a hard surface.

"Do not ignore me, woman!" he barked darkly. "Or I may take my time when killing you !"

"Did you hit your head again ?"

That did not have the effect I was looking for. He seemed amused. 'This is really freaky…'

"Why, you didn't think I would let you live, after I finish the Androids and Kakarrot !"

"Put me down, you big, stupid monkey! Guess what: you'll never beat Goku, 'cause he's the best ! You might get stronger than him, but you will never beat him !"

"Oh, really ? Well, let's wait and see ……"

"Ouch !" I couldn't help myself from yelping as my butt made a solid contact with the couch.

My forearms hurt like hell, as my blood circulation had been cut. I couldn't possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was hurt, so I stopped myself from rubbing my arms.

I looked up to him, really upset. What the hell was wrong with him ? Did he really expect me to bent to his every wish, especially after the things he said to me the night before.

Raising my head, I had the unpleasant surprise of seeing his face, merely inches from mine. Old habits do die hard, so, unconsciously, I backed away, till my back was firmly pressed into the couch. He put his arms on either side of my body, so I was practically trapped between him and the couch.

Vegeta came closer to me and, I am ashamed to admit it, I flinched. 'Vegeta is insane! ' I thought to myself, as I tried to figure out a way of this situation. Remember what I told you about my lack of intelligence when put into scary situations? Well, it happened again. At that point, Goku would have been the genius between the two of us.

As he leaned closer, I was getting more and more confused. I shut my eyes, clenched my fingers into the soft cushion of the couch and prepared for the worse.

"Do you know why I lost that first time when I fought Kakarrot ? Somebody cut my tail !" he whispered into my eat, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. "I assure you, I am much stronger than that 3rd class warrior." He told me darkly, as one of his hands buried itself in my hair, leisurely stroking the skin of my skull.

"The reason I am still here is that I had to learn to use my powers without my tail. And guess what ?" he mocked me as his hand slipped down, to the back of my neck.

"I have now complete control. Plus, I also reached the Super Saiyan stage. Sooo…." He nibbled on the lobe of my ear, as his hand started applying pressure on my neck

"When the time comes, start saying your prayers…. Once Kakarrot is dead, I'm coming for you."

At that point, breathing was becoming a problem.

"And Trunks ?" I managed to breath out, as I started struggling from his grip, trying to release my neck.

"Trunks ?" he inquired in a low voice, letting go of my neck and retreating from my neck, to look me in the eyes.

"Your son. Trunks."

"My son, ei ? I've been a fool to even consider that the bastard you're carrying could be my brat. After all, look how easily you gave yourself to me. Really, woman, I had a year to learn everything about earth and his customs. There is no such thing as "Challenge Day". Just a bitch in heat with some imagination!" he concluded cynically.

My hand was on its way to meet his cheek, but I never had a chance. He grabbed my wrist in one of his hands, and before I realised what was happening, I was, for the second time that day, flying through the air. I never did realised what had happened 'till I hit the wall, hard. I crumbled to the ground, not sure of how I got there. The entire left side of my face hurt like hell, and the pain in my back was unbearable. But that was nothing, compared to the state my wrist was in: It was broken, for I had landed on it.

I just stood there, my brain still incapable to comprehend what had just happened. I barely registered my father entering the room and discussing something with Vegeta. Daddy didn't see me on the floor, for my limp form was hidden by an armchair.

As I stood there, a new wave of panic swept upon me. My baby ? Was he all right? Did he survive the shock? The idea that I could loose him snapped me out of the shock. It was then when I realised that I was alone in the room ….. dad and Vegeta must have left.

My feet shook madly as I stood up and headed for the phone. I dialled 911, which was rather difficult with only one good hand.

Fortunately, I met nobody on my way out. I had told the ambulance to wait for me at the gate ….. I couldn't let my parents see me like that! I threw my coat on the back and put my boots on. At that point, my body seemed to have caught on fire.

As I strolled towards the gates, I couldn't comprehend how I got stuck in that situation: I did nothing to him …. In fact, I provided him with everything he asked for ….then why ? Because I tricked him into sleeping with me? But, he said he already knew I was lying, so it was entirely his decision! Then, Trunks ! I just told him about my baby, I never asked a thing from him! THEN WHY?

I could already hear the ambulance, coming closer and closer. I was less than 10 yards away from the gate, when I made I big mistake. I looked back. The traces of my feet were clear in the once unblemished snow ….. following them closely, there were big stains of blood. My blood. I felt my cheeks wet, and I realised I had been crying. That was the last thing I remember, before darkness enveloped me.

****

I woke up in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses. Of, course, the best for the richest woman in the world !

"My baby ?" my throat was dry, it hurt to speak.

" Everything is all right, Miss Briefs, Your baby is fine, and you'll be fine also. We have tried to contact your parents, but we were unable to find them yet !" a blonde nurse addressed me in a sweet, comforting tone.

"No" I whispered "I will give them a phone call later! No need to worry them ."

"Would you like to press charges? We have a police officer outside, waiting for you to give a statement."

"No, I just had an accident in my lab. There's nothing, really…" I protested.

The doctors gave me a sceptical look, then a young one dared to contradict me.

"You had four broken ribs, three cracked one, a broken wrist, half of your face swollen and several bad bruises."

"It was just an accident " I said, this time, stronger " Do not interfere in my business. Now, let me sleep !"

****

I was released from the hospital a week later and life pretty much returned to normal. My wounds cured slowly, but I wad decided to concentrate myself on something more important going on in my body. My baby. I told my parents the same version of "I am so clumsy, I slipped and hurt myself", and I think they bought it.

Daddy proved to me that he was the most ingenious man ever and build me a ki-enhancer. Basically, it took the little ki I had and amplified it enough, so that my baby could feed on it.

As to Vegeta, shortly after I left the hospital, he also went away. I really hoped I would never see him; I was pretty sure that Goku and the rest of the gang would be able to beat those machines.

You'll never guess who was there for me the entire time I was pregnant : Yamcha ! He went with me to the Lamaze courses, although I never got to use what I've learned there.

I had a C-section ( I hope this is how is written ! ) on a beautiful summer day, less than an year before the arrival of the androids.

My baby, Trunks had a tail only for a few hours. I was trying to forget that he was half an alien, so I had it removed. The other Bulma did a pretty job on raising him on his own : Mirai Trunks had nothing of his father character; still the physic resemblance, despite the colouring, was disturbing. I had big plans for my baby ….. and I realised I was becoming a ChiChi. I wanted Trunks to be a scientist, following my family's tradition. Still, if he should want to train, there would always be the Sons to help him out. Once the androids were gone, the rest of my life would be perfect.

I kissed gently the scar forming on the back of my son, thinking of the scar I got from the surgery. Mother had suggested plastic surgery, but I wanted to keep it. It seemed that I had finally matured - my looks seemed less important now, my scar reminded me of the fight I had gone through mostly myself.

***

Over, over, everything is over! The Androids have been taken care of and Cell is dead. But, then again, so is Son-Kun. Poor ChiChi, she's a mess, and I am not doing that great either.

My future son is due to leave tomorrow, I am really going to miss him. We talked for hours about the future, and I was shocked to find out that my other self never married. Trunks claimed that she loved Vegeta too much, and that she survived his death only because there was baby Trunks to be looked after.

Speaking of the devil ….. I was quite surprised to see him returning for the fight. But, then again, he is a Saiyan, I guess that he wouldn't miss a chance to slain, even if that meant he would be helping us, the mudball inhabitants. We haven't spoken a word since his return.

That bastard ! I knew that we (that is me and my son ) meant nothing to him, but letting us die like that ! "They are not important", he said. I guess we are not to him.

Mirai Trunks seems to have grown fond of his father, and surprisingly, Vegeta appears to like him too ( as much as he can like somebody ! ). I was told about Vegeta's reaction, when Trunks died, but I still have some problems believing it. Getting angry when your son dies is a normal reaction, but the prince is anything, but normal!

That night in the living room, I overheard a discussion that made my blood go colder that ever.

"Father, I still don't understand why you didn't save mother and myself! You know that they would have died in the crush!"

"You are a Saiyan. You would have survived." Cold and detached as ever.

At that point, I completely forgot about where I was going. I felt my knees go week, and it's a wonder I made it to the Nursery.

My baby slept peacefully, happily unaware of everything surrounding him, and, despite my trying to be strong, I couldn't help myself from bursting into tears.

"You would have survived!" kept on playing in my head. So it is me that Vegeta doesn't give a damn about! He always told me that, but, I guess I always secretly hoped that he would have some feelings for me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting love or anything……but at least I hoped he would have a minimal consideration for the mother of his child.

That day, I finally moved on. I thought I had done it a long time ago, but seeing my baby I understood that the long road laying in front of us had to be walked upon alone. The pain I felt that day helped me realise another thing: I had been in love with Vegeta, without even knowing it. Then, I hated him passionately. Now, I simply don't care. I just want him to go, and never come back.

The following night, I went to his room. Only once or twice had I been there before, to fetch him lunch, when he was recovering form the GR accident. He was in there, I knew that for sure, 'cause I had been waiting all evening for the GR to shut down.

Knock, knock.

"What is it ?"

Strange, his voice seems so tired, I thought to myself detachedly. Truth be told, ever since the battle, his training was harder that ever, but, despite the fact that I only saw him in the distance, there was an air of resignation looming upon him.

Tact had been proven to be inefficient, so I opened the door and let myself in. He had his back on me, looking on the window,dressed in his usual outfit, blue spandex, gold-tipped boots and white gloves.

"What do you want, woman ?"

That would have made me as angry as hell some time ago…….now I barely registered it, with a sort of mild amusement. It was like in a movie, I could almost see myself as from the exterior. And I was damn pleased with myself: no trembling in the voice, cold eyes, confident stature. Oh, yes, Vegeta, I learned your lesson well.

" I brought you this !" and I extended my hand, as he turn around to face me, looking at the capsule in my hand.

An eyebrow raised slightly.

"It is an improved GR, which is also a better space ship. I assume you would be leaving soon."

'As soon as possible, I want you out!' my mind screamed at him.

"No."

"No ? What the hell do you mean no ?" my temper got the best of me.

I slapped myself mentally, as I remember that my last encounter with Vegeta brought me to a hospital bed. I was still afraid of being physical hurt, and now, more than ever, he could do it without having to answer to anybody. Goku was dead, poor Gohan was devastated, my son had returned to his home in the future some hours before, and the rest of the fighters weren't strong enough.

Fortunately, he just crossed his arms and glared at me.

" I am not leaving in the space."

"Oookkkkeyyy ! Then I'll give you a house capsule, so you could settle somewhere you like, in a forest or something." On another planet would have been perfect, but it seemed I'd have to settle with just thousands of miles. Still, that was better than nothing.

" Woman, I forgot just how stupid you were! I am not leaving this compound" he said in his low tone, walking towards me.

I held my ground, and felt very proud of myself because of it. My confidence, however, went down the drain, when the meaning of his words sunk in.

" Vegeta, you are not welcomed here. Nobody wants you, so just leave!" my voice was surprisingly calm.

We were now face to face, bodies almost touching, noses inches apart. His body emanated heat, I could feel it through our clothes, and my analytical mind wondered if it was because of his special metabolism.

"Tell me, why do you want me so much to leave?" he demanded in a dark voice.

"Why would I want you to stay ? You are anything but a nuisance. You only sleep, and eat, and waist my time and my father's with your stupid GR. We have only provided you because of the androids, now that the threat is over, you are no good to us. Leave, go bother somebody else!" Oh, yes, I learned his lesson very good !

He seemed slightly unfazed, but recovered so quickly that I almost thought it had been just an optic illusion.

"Tell me," this time he whispered, uncrossing his arms "do you care for me? This is why you slept with me?"

"Huh ?" When did Vegeta turn Mister Kiss-and-Hug ? " I do not care for you. Your first assumptions as to the reason why I slept with you are correct. I feel nothing, but indifference concerning you !"

"Then," he smirked " if I am indifferent to you, why are you so upset with my staying here ?"

" I am not !" I protested. "It's just …."

My words were cut off, as he came behind me and started drawing small circles on my back. What the hell was he doing, the bastard? Don't tell me that after all he's done to me, now he wants a quick roll in the hay! The arrogance!

I tried to turn around, but suddenly he got closer to me and warped an arm around my waist, his lips touching lightly my neck. That was just too much!

"Fuck off, Vegeta !" I hissed, trying to free myself from his grip.

His other hand moved to one of my breast, and my attempts to escape amplified as I felt his erection against my buttocks.

"Let me go, dammit !" I screamed. Other times, I would have given in easily. I still remembered vividly our first and only night together, and, although Vegeta had only been interested in satisfying himself, my orgasm proved that he knew all too well what he was doing. But so many things had changed since there ! How could I sleep with a man that called me a whore, although he was my first and only lover? Maybe I was a little into masochism, but sex with somebody that hit me was unacceptable!

What did he think I was?

"Vegata, stop it now. Let me go ! I want nothing from you! I need nothing from you! Have you got no pride whatsoever? Sleeping with somebody that doesn't want you - even you couldn't sink so low!"

During my tirade, the hand around my waist moved lower, slipping under my jeans and heading towards the juncture of my legs.

A low rumble that made his chest vibrate answered my questions and demands. Both of my hands went to his wrist, trying desperately to stop his descent, and I closed my legs tightly at the same time. Or, should I say tried to. One of his knees parted mine from behind, opening my legs in the process.

"Woman, I killed hundreds of races, and destroyed so many civilisations……. Do you think that having an unwilling partner would stop me from getting what I wanted? It was my pride which demanded that I got what I wished for."

His husky voice whispering in my ear held me in a trance and I failed to register his hand finally reaching its destination. I did feel, however two of his still gloved fingers, sliding into me and without even realising what I was doing, I arched my back, bucking against his hand, as my head fell on his shoulder.

"No, no, no….. stop …" I manage to whisper, before loosing completely my ability to speak.

As if it wasn't enough, his thumb started rubbing hard my clitoris, as he kept on nibbling on my neck. The hand on my breast had sneaked under my shirt and had now direct contact with the skin. That was a bad situation. I had stopped a some time ago to breast-feed my son, correction, our son but my breasts were still hyper-sensitive.

I vaguely remember hearing a chuckle, as my knees refused to support me and I had to rely on Vegeta. The friction was so intense, that I could no longer hold back, and I let myself be led by the wonderful sensations.

It was a moment of weakness, I admit….. but I was a grown woman, and I had needs of my own.

The orgasm came crushing down on me, and I was aware of somebody moaning deeply. Later I realised it was I. As the last waves of orgasm left, my ragged breath started to calm down, and I came to my senses. I turned my head to watch him, preparing myself for the worse: mockery, laughter, irony and insults.

He, once again, proved himself unpredictable; as I open my mouth to speak, he leaned on and kissed me passionately, his tongue pushing in determinedly, stroking the roof of my mouth.

The kiss ended as suddenly as it began, and I found myself staring in his black eyes. They were so cold, cruel and detached, filled with triumph.

"See" he leaned again, kissing my fore head "I told you before: you are easy ! Now leave, I'm done with you !"

Before I could realise what had happened, he had already thrown me out the door, and closed it shut.

I just stood there, my mind struggling to understand what had just happened; then I was just angry, plain and simple. He did it to me again ! How could a man manipulate me so much? Even on our first encounter, when I was pulling all the strings he had somehow managed to turn the tables in his favour.

Obviously, he was not going to move out. And I sure as hell was not going to spend my life depending on him! He seemed to have some kind of power over my body, and it was up to me to see him unable to use it. I was going to avoid him, just like I had before.

Some days after the "incident" Yamcha made me a shocking proposal: marriage. He spoke about mutual feelings of affection, and confessed me that he wasn't still over his fear of sex. It was ok, though, he said, if I should seek sexual comfort in other men, as long as I would get back to him. I really thought seriously about his offer. He loved me, and I loved him too, but just as a friend; still, I knew him as the back of my hand, and he seemed very fond of Trunks. Yamcha would make a great father ….. but it wasn't fair. Not for me, not for him. Until my affair, or whatever it can be called, with Vegeta I thought myself to be a non-passionate being in the sexual matters. Vegeta had proven me wrong, and I knew Yamcha would some day find a girl to wake up the passion in him.

I said no.

Time passed by quietly …… Trunks was growing teeth, mom was gardening as happy as ever, dad spend his days in the lab, Vegeta was still training and I, well, I went back to dating.

I was now determined to find that perfect boyfriend to become the perfect husband.

I saw the father of my child only a few times; he still ate when he pleased, and trained all the time. I do not regret a thing that happened between us: I have a wonderful little boy, and lots of experience concerning life outside the seashell my parents' fortune had locked me into.

Part of my maturing is due to that period of my life. And despite being through difficult times, I am still grateful to him, for making me learn some harsh lessons.

"After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter "