Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Supposed To Be Forever ❯ Chapter 4

Disclaimer: Me (Lady Valtaya), Gokusgirl and Severina own the Z-fighters… We're just borrowing them to tell you a story.

Author's Notes: Hmm… What to say… Well, here we have… Uh… just read it, you'll get the idea.

It Was Supposed To Be Forever: Chapter 4

It was late, and his eyes hurt too long staring at the screens of his computers. Digitally 'enhancing' the images of Sapphra and her husband taken last month on their anniversary to look like that Vegeta creature that Bulma Briefs was so taken with, was harder than he had thought it would be. But he chuckled, a low, dry sound devoid of humor that seemed to echo through the sparsely furnished office. Oooh yes, if that little blue haired scientist had only… Well, he still might be doing some of this even if she had taken his affection seriously; after all it was only a few months ago that Vegeta had shattered his left arm, and half of his ribs with one punch. But… it wasn't his fault that the blue haired angel had chosen a windy night to wear such a scandalously short silk dress, he had simply wanted to capture the moment on film… He still had the picture too, and it was worth it… she was worth it.

She still had the body of a twenty year old. He stroked the silver frame gently with one finger, allowing a predatory grin to settle over his features. That dress looked like it was made for her body, at her smoothly curved hips it flared slightly into neat, short pleats that barely went down far enough to cover her panties anyway. A white silk mini dress never looked so good on any woman as that one had looked on her that night. The wind had chosen exactly the right moment to ruffle the whisper soft material, the lighting at the Palace Restaurant's elegant main entrance cast the scene in tones of gold and made her look more beautiful than ever. White lace panties and two and a half inch pumps completed her fashionable attire and the only thing that could've ruined the moment was the way she was clinging to the terrifyingly powerful man she had allowed to sire her child.

Of course, Vegeta had acted as if he hadn't liked her clinging so tightly to his arm, but the tiny whisper of the camera's shutter and he hadn't even gotten a chance to run! There was no doubt in his mind that Bulma's mysterious lover wasn't human. He couldn't prove it yet… not really anyway, but since Vegeta wasn't living at Capsule Corp as of yesterday afternoon… that meant he wouldn't be around to check up on Bulma… and that, he told himself with another cold chuckle, meant the Heiress to Capsule Corp was fair game. Perhaps she might even allow him a personal interview.

He looked around him at the writing studio where he had once perfected his journalism skills. He had worked for the best networks, and written for newspapers all over the world and now… now he was reduced to this? How the mighty have fallen. Starving for news to report ever since he had accidentally told the press that it was that blond haired little kid that beat Cell, not Mr. Satan… but his camera had shattered as he had fell onto some rocks, and his proof was lost. He had arrived late to the fight scene and found all hell breaking loose. As if in a moment of divine grace and power, the warriors facing Cell had tried one last time to blast him. Vegeta had had blonde hair that day also, and finally leveled a powerful blast at the monster and allowed the kid to get through Cell's defense with an even mightier blast that seemed to reverberate through all of heaven and earth. He had been knocked flat and remained unconscious long enough that all the other members of his profession had erroneously given credit to the idiot who couldn't fight his way out of a dark closet without cowering in the shadows of the warriors who really beat Cell. If only he had been more careful with the camera… but that energy blast… it was as beautiful as it was deadly, and he couldn't forget how he had been helpless to do anything but stare at it. Hindsight was 20/20 though, if he had had it to do over… he would've been flat on the ground, still watching, but cradling the camera that had made him a laughing stock instead of a hero.

His plan to separate Bulma and her long time lover was working perfectly. Using the stuck-up beauty Sapphra was perfect; Bulma hated the other girl and would never ask her what had happened. Normally from a safe distance, he had been stalking… err watching Bulma for years and knew that Vegeta wouldn't explain his actions to his confused girlfriend when the only genuine picture he had been able to print was the one he had used on the cover. He had lucked out, and Sapphra's unconscious state looked suspiciously like something else as Vegeta had emerged to carry her to the hospital. The two women were both crazy about Vegeta. And, he had seen that Bulma was quite possessive of him especially where Sapphra was concerned.

Vegeta looked more like an overzealous fitness instructor or a professional bodybuilder than a martial artist. It seemed incredible that everyone still believed Mr. Satan could have beaten Cell, when every couple of months Vegeta would be dragged out shopping and effortlessly blew up the store or the parking lot. That golden haired kid visited Capsule Corp pretty often, and damned if he wasn't even stronger than Vegeta although it seemed like it had been ages since he'd used that power and made his hair turn gold. But, regardless, Vegeta was the one who had what he wanted. And, it was the pointy haired little Lawndart that he wanted to hurt.

He wanted Bulma, she was rich and very beautiful, and he had wanted to have her since the first time he had seen her, years ago on the arm of that baseball player Yamcha. He had been doing a story on Yamcha, back when he was still a famous reporter and yet he'd been too awestruck to say anything but hi as he'd been introduced to the beauty. She smiled so sweetly…and a moment later, she was gone. Since that time he had spoken with her several times, and always she was polite but distant and yet he couldn't get that sweet smile out of his mind… Well, he would just have to make her pay attention to him. There was nothing more damning to a public figure than a reporter who actually knew the business but was forced to work for table scraps from tabloids. He was Wolff Sprenger and damned if he was going to stay in the shadows any more. Three-headed babies and skeletons of Titanic victims weren't his type of news, he was going to get his reputation back even if he had to make up the news and win his dream girl to do it. The kind of money Bulma had could make anyone's reputation disappear. After all, look at all the times it had saved Vegeta from getting into trouble with the law over blowing shit up, not to mention putting him in the hospital over one lousy picture… ok so a panty shot of Bulma Briefs wasn't by any means lousy… he had never even considered printing that one.

But for now… his eyes slid back to the computer screen and he studied the pictures he was presently working on. Poor Sapphra, poor beautiful Sapphra… if only she had been a little nicer to him when he had the chance. That little bitch had slept with almost everyone in her tax bracket, and turned him down. The asshole she'd married had been furious when a few choice pictures of her in the arms of other men had mysteriously found their way into his hands while he was away in South Capital with one of his mistresses. Wolff hadn't known that Vegeta would be there to save the little bitch from her enraged husband… but even if he had known… he couldn't have planned it more perfectly. He had planned to stage a murder, to make the news but this? This showed promise of being far more interesting.

Bulma moved through the crowded mall like a ghost. She had a huge party to plan for… and yet her heart wasn't in it. The Annual Capsule Corp New Years Party was only a few days away and she hadn't picked out her dress yet. Even though she knew Sapphra was going to be there, she had never backed down from throwing one… but this year… this year Vegeta wouldn't be there. Or… if he went with Sapphra…

He had denied it, but never told her what had happened if it wasn't what was in those pictures. Vegeta was a frustrating person to understand and sometimes he was just plain dangerous. But she had never felt safer than when he had his arms around her. Without him last night had been the worst and the longest night of her life. Falling asleep in their bed, wondering where he was, wishing she could take back what she had said and feeling the icy wall he had put up against her telepathy and her emotions. She could block him out if she had to, but never the way he did. After a few hours her wall would drop steadily in power and finally break and she would hardly be able to concentrate at all as it was up. Of course there was an advantage to being born telepathic, but Vegeta's barriers were stronger when he was this angry, and wouldn't weaken even a little for almost a week. And worse, at any time he chose, he could drop it or reinforce it, extending the wall for months if he wanted to. Would it last for years? If that was where their relationship was headed she was dreading the rest of her life.

A tear splashed onto the back of her hand as she raised the soda to take a sip of it and she swore at herself quietly. She was stronger than this! Why couldn't she keep him out of her thoughts? Why couldn't she pretend that this was like all the other times they had been angry and he had left for a few days? Why was it so hard to stop crying? She stopped at a bench near her favorite store and tried to compose herself. She looked terrible, and felt even worse, this was definitely not the ideal time to be shopping for a gown to outdo Sapphra's and she wouldn't even need Vegeta's Tux this year. But she couldn't cancel it, the thought of not needing the custom made garment broke her heart into even smaller pieces. It hurt so much not to know what was going on, not knowing what to tell Trunks was even worse. Dumping him on Chichi for the weekend made her feel like a terrible mom, but she couldn't let him see how worried she was.

Vegeta called Trunks a brat, but Bulma knew he didn't feel that way. In his own strange way, he was an excellent father. Vegeta wasn't protective of him like he was of her, but she sensed it was because he cared about him. He wasn't just training Trunks to fight, these little lessons never stopped even when they left the gravity room. Vegeta was simply teaching Trunks to think for himself and trust his instincts about people and everything around them. Vegeta knew he wouldn't live forever, and he didn't want his son unprepared for the future… a life without him. But was there any way that she could ever adapt to loosing her Vegeta? She was so used to him… loved him so much, why had she let her suspicions rule her heart this time? But at the same time, why had Vegeta refused to tell her what had happened?

A hand on her shoulder made her sit up and turn around with a start. " Vegeta? " She whispered. That it wasn't her mate became obvious after a moment, when she managed to blink back her tears. " Brent? "

" I thought I recognized the most beautiful blue hair in the world. " He was still as handsome as she remembered. He was a blonde with eyes as blue as hers, and pretty tall with a lean, athletic body. He offered her a hand and helped her stand up. He arched one golden eyebrow seeing that she was crying and sighed. " Bulma, I thought I heard you finally left Yamcha? "

" I-I did… it was a long time ago. I'm sorry. I'm ashamed that you have to see me like this again. "

He grinned warmly, and shook his head. " Don't worry about it. Didn't you know every guy on earth would give his right arm to come to your rescue? So what's been going on? "

" There's this guy… "

" That's how it always starts with you isn't it? " He teased, and she grinned and punched him in the arm, forgetting her sadness for a moment. " Well, go on. "

" Well, his name is Vegeta… We've been together for seven years, and we have a son. But I-I found out that he… he might be cheating on me. "

" Bulma, if he's cheating on you he's crazy. How do you always seem to pick the ones you know are going to hurt you? "

" Brent, it's not like that. At least… I didn't think it was. "

" You said the same thing about Yamcha for years, Bulma. " He shrugged evenly. She blushed and looked away from his steady gaze. He was as golden as Vegeta was dark, and he had liked her for years. She had to admit she was attracted to him too he was kind and open, smart and gentle… Besides that he actually listened to everything she said and he called her by her name, not Babe, like Yamcha or just woman… " So what about this guy? I'm surprised you'd put up with it after what you went through with Yamcha. "

" I told him to leave… but I can't believe he did. I don't know what I'm going to tell Trunks. I think he heard us fighting and I know he's scared his dad won't be back this time. "

" This time? "

The way his eyes darkened Bulma could only guess that his feelings for her were still strong. She sighed and looked down, trying to sound as if she weren't too worried. The last thing she would ever want would be for him to go try to talk some sense into Vegeta… or worse, try to fight him. " I love him with all my heart, but Vegeta and I… well, we're a lot alike, stubborn, proud, and intelligent, and we fight a lot. He actually likes it usually, but yesterday… I saw something in the papers that I didn't think could be anything less than proof that he cheated on me. He denied it, and I want to believe him but… "

" Hmm. I see. Well, I wonder if you might like to join me for lunch? I know how you love to shop, but it's been seven years since I've seen you. "

" Well, I really need to get this shopping done, and… "

" Come on, Bulma, I want to hear all about this kid of yours. I never thought I'd see you with kids. You were always adamant that you weren't settling down. "

" I only said I need to find the right man. And I don't think anyone would call living with Vegeta settling down. " She sighed, looking into his eyes, that smile could charm a cobra out of its skin and she desperately wanted someone to talk to. " Ok. You win. Still like Italian? "