Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Solutions Create Problems ( Chapter 15 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. *sob* I'm still in therapy because of that!!! *SOB*

Warning: Hey! This doesn't taste lemony! It tastes kinda … ewww … SAPPY!!! Sappy and Lemony at the same time! GROSS!!!! … oh yeah, and some suggestions of v/y yaoi action

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 15: Solutions Create Problems

While Vegeta daydreamed about the previous night …

Bulma sighed as she stared down into her half-empty coffee cup. Her cheek rested on her hand, supported by the elbow which was on the table-where it wouldn't be, if she were able to remember her manners.

But at the moment, she could barely remember her name.

Her thoughts were on Vegeta.

She sighed again, forlornly. How the utter blackness of the coffee reminded her of the depths of his onyx eyes. Liquid pools of heat that she could drown in.

With yet another sigh, she took the coffee cup in her hands and pulled it up to her face, taking in the bitter scent. As bitter as Vegeta had been yesterday, upon finding out the truth behind her lies.

Bulma sobbed and threw the coffee cup against the wall, where it shattered into a thousand pieces as the remaining coffee dripped down onto the floor. Neither noticing or caring, Bulma buried her face in her hands and let the tears flow. She had to stop remembering Vegeta! She had to just get over him!

But she couldn't.

She couldn't stop remembering the look on his face before he left her.

She couldn't stop remembering her dream last night; how tender and loving he had been, as though he actually cared about her.

Was it true, then? The only time he could care for her would be in her dreams? In her waking hours she would be forced to live her life as a single mother, raising a young, half-Saiyan son without any help from the boy's father. And in the night, when she dreamed, she would dream of her former lover. His husky voice, whispering dirty thoughts into her ear. His hard muscles, rippling under the soft, velvety skin. His dark eyes, staring into hers as though she were the only woman to ever roam the earth.

Dragging herself up from the table, Bulma forced herself to stop crying. She refused to moon over any man! Even a too-damn-hot-for-his-own-good Saiyan Prince. Especially the Saiyan Prince!

Filled with this new resolved, Bulma marched off to get the mop; she had to clean up the little mess she had made in a moment of passion-no, no! Not passion! She couldn't think about passion at the time like this!

A moment of … confusion. Yes, that was it! Bulma was a very confused woman. There was no passion involved in the throwing of the coffee cup! None at all! Passion was reserved for dreams like the one she had last night, when Vegeta came to her and-no! Passion had no place in her life at all! Passion? What passion! She didn't even know the meaning of the word!

Bulma moaned and leaned her head against the wall. Convincing herself that she was over Vegeta would be a lot harder than she thought.

Dammit, she couldn't stop thinking about him!

What was it about him that did this to her?

It's because you love him, Bulma, she thought to herself. People think and dream about those they love.

`Or those they hate with a passion,' snickered the other, unhelpful voice.

Just go back to the hole you came from and don't return, one internal voice scolded the other. Besides … Bulma, you're just like Mary Tyler Moore, except with money and blue hair! You can `make it after all'!

`…'

Bulma just sighed-again-and grabbed the mop, with a little more force than necessary. She viciously cleaned up the mess and the kitchen, then went and took a nap on the couch, because her pregnancy was already beginning to tire her out. She felt like sleeping all the time!

It's not like she actually expected to, say, enter into a dream and see Vegeta. Of course she didn't expect that!

But if it happened … well, she wouldn't be opposed to it happening. If it happened, it happened.

Please let it happen! She crossed her fingers as she fell asleep, hoping beyond hope that Vegeta would star in her dreams, and that he'd tell her he loved her and then they'd make sweet, sweet love in the bushes.

~~* Bulma's Dream *~~

"Oh, Vegeta!"

"Oh, Bulma!"

He hammered into her as though there were no tomorrow. His hands grasped at her waist, holding her to him; her legs locked around his back, her calves caressing the well-formed muscles that rippled as he moved inside her, thrusting with his whole body, not just his hips.

"Vegeta," she gasped, amazed at the utter pleasure of his thrusts. "I never knew it could be so-oh!" Thoughts flew away from her as one of his hands reached down and began swirling that tiny bud, bringing her to the edge of pleasure and back. Even as she descended from the peak, he began stoking the fires within her again, building her to yet another pinnacle. This was-what, her third orgasm so far? She had already lost count, due to his complete mastery!

"Bulma," he moaned in her ear. He sounded so helpless, so forlorn! As though he needed her to live, even more than he needed air to breathe. "Oh, Bulma," he groaned again as he continued to thrust into her, his pace increasing, his fingers still toying with her sensitive clit, pushing her over the edge one more time, dazzling her with his sexual prowess as her body's need was sated-and yet still he wouldn't stop, he continued on.

Her pleasure mattered more to him than her own.

"Vegeta, please," she begged, "I want to feel you cum in me! I want to feel your seed overflowing inside my womb! I want to feel you shuddering above me as I give you just as much pleasure as you gave me!"

He moaned again, his pace increasing as he neared his own climax.

"Bulma," he whispered huskily into her ear, making her shiver against his sweat-slick body. "Don't you know? You give me more pleasure than I ever could have imagined." He kissed her cheek, almost chastely, in spite of the activities going on just a few body parts away.

"I love you, Bulma!" he declared as his seed gushed into her, making her the happiest woman in the world.

~~* End Bulma's Dream *~~

Damn pregnant hormones! Bulma growled as she awoke with a start. Making my dreams so sappy! If that happened in real life, I'd have him checked for a fever! She shook her head.

Ahh, the powers of the mind …

"Bulma, did you hear me?" asked a voice from above her.

Bulma looked up quickly, then blushed, seeing Yamcha standing above her.

And here she was, dressed only in her skimpy little nighty!

Quickly grabbing some couch cushions to cover herself, Bulma buried herself until nothing of her body could be seen-much to Yamcha's obvious disappointment.

Although, from the little bulge in his pants, it was obvious that he had already seen enough to get his seat into the upright and locked position!

Bulma shuddered at the disgusting thought and turned away.

"Bulma?" he asked again, nervously.

"What is it?" she spat out, annoyed and cranky at having her nice little dream interrupted. Sappy as it was, she would have enjoyed a nice little after sex cuddle with her dream Vegeta.

She was willing to bet he'd be much more eager than the real one.

She looked at Yamcha again-there was something about that look on his face that made her skin crawl, and made her want to crawl-under a rock to avoid him!

I swear, she swore to herself, if you came back to ask for the engagement ring back, I will kick your ass from here to Namek!

She glared up at him, daring him to ask for the ring back.

C'mon, just try! I'd really love to kick your ass, you little piece of-

"I said," he took a deep breath, preparing to repeat what he had said earlier, "I love you, Bulma!"

Bulma blinked, then frowned. Hey! It wasn't Vegeta that said it in the dream … It was Yamcha's voice, imposing itself upon her dreams and somehow incorporating itself as Vegeta's voice!

Dammit!

Even in her sappiest of dreams, Vegeta still wouldn't proclaim his love for her! It had been Yamcha all along!

Bulma let out a wild scream of rage and launched herself at the scarred warrior, wrapping her legs around his waist and attempting to strangle him with her bare hands, but instead only managing to cause him to lose his balance and fall to his back on the floor, where she straddled him, her hands wrapping themselves around his neck.

"Whoa, Bulma baby!" he exclaimed with a wink, "There'll be plenty of time for that tonight-our wedding night!"

Bulma stopped and pulled her hands back from his throat. "Wedding night?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah," Yamcha replied perkily, sitting up and winking at her again. "I'm so sorry for everything that happened yesterday! I mean, you know I haven't always been faithful to you in the past, so I really have no right to freak out about you having one measly little affair. And I really do love you, you know. So, I figured, hey, the kid deserves a father!" He grinned. "And I'm definitely father material! Besides, it doesn't matter who the biological father is. What matters is that you're his mother." He took her in his arms and held her, staring deep into her eyes. "And since I love his mother, how could I not love him?" He gave her a chaste peck on the lips, then pulled back to grin at her. "Whaddaya say, Babe? Wanna get hitched?"

Bulma just blinked, staring at him. So, Yamcha wanted to marry her after all. After everything that happened! Would she do it?

Could she?

Bulma bit her lip. "Yamcha, I'm not sure … maybe we should wait a little while."

"No, no!" Yamcha said quickly, shaking his head and waving his hands back and forth in a negative gesture. "I mean, everything's all set up! You never told your mom that we'd called it off did you?"

Bulma winced. Oops!

"So I'm sure they're setting everything up for us, and they'll be wondering where we are! So why disappoint them? Why not just show up, and get married, like originally planned? I know we've had our ups and downs, and will probably have some more, but, baby," he grinned at her, "You're worth it!"

Bulma closed her eyes, getting the odd feeling that she had somehow been transported into the midst of a L'oréal commercial. Odd. Very odd.

She shook her head. "I don't know, Yamcha. I mean, after yesterday … I just don't know!"

Yamcha sighed. "Bulma, look at me." She lifted her head to look at him. "I love you. I don't know whether or not you love me. But the fact remains that I love you." He kissed her on the forehead, then pulled back to look into her eyes again. "Please, Bulma. Do me the honor of becoming my wife. I'll do everything I can to make you happy. Heck, I'll even treat the kid like it's my own!" He grinned. "I promise to be a great daddy! The best dad any kid could ever want!" He looked at her with big, brown puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

Bulma sighed. "Okay, okay." The more she thought about it, the more single motherhood looked like something to be avoided. And the more she looked at Yamcha, the sorrier she felt for him.

It's not his fault he was a loser! He couldn't help it, the poor guy.

And he did actually tell her that he loved her-unlike some people she could think of.

Sucking in a deep breath, Bulma said the words that might very well lead to her doom: "Yes, Yamcha, I'll marry you."

He jumped up with a giant whoop! And picked her up in his arms, twirling around, until all the twirling got her dizzy, and her morning sickness kicked in, causing her to vomit all over her reinstated fiancé.

"Oops," she muttered.

"It's ok, baby," he said with a grin. "I'll just go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, then we'll go off to the wedding!" Without waiting for a response, he literally ran all the way to the bathroom and locked himself in.

Once inside, Yamcha rubbed his hands together in a devious kind of way, and chuckled gleefully. She had fallen for it! She had really bought it!

"I love you, Bulma," he mocked himself in a falsetto. He cackled again. She had believed him!

Fortunately, she hadn't a suspicion as to his real reasons for wanting to go through with the marriage. They sure were devious, alright! Devious, underhanded, call it what you will: but Yamcha preferred the term `genius.'

Yes, his plans were genius! Pure genius! First of all, Bulma was the richest woman in the world. So, married to her, he would be the husband of the richest woman in the world, and hence have oodles and oodles, buckets and buckets of money to use in any way he desired.

Secondly, she was pregnant with Vegeta's child. Which meant that, whether he liked it or not, Vegeta was linked to her. So, he'd come around to see his child every so often. And when he did, Yamcha would put his plan into effect, and start his Saiyan Seduction!

After staying up all night doing research at the local library, he had discovered several things about Saiyans. Well, not Saiyans, really, since humans didn't know they existed, and therefore wouldn't have anything about them in a library. However, monkeys, being similar creatures, he could study, and learn about!

And learn he had. Yamcha had discovered that a monkey's tail was a very sensitive portion of its anatomy. If he could just get Bulma to create some sort of invention that restored a Saiyan's tail-under false pretenses, of course!-he would then utilize the tail to seduce his Saiyan Prince! Then they would become lovers, and make sweet, sweet love all through the night, until his butt and mouth ached with satisfied soreness, and Vegeta's white, creamy love juices trickled down his thighs and chin.

Meanwhile, he'd act the dutiful husband and father during the day, awaiting his nights of passion with his beautiful, handsome Prince!

Yamcha shivered with delight as he dropped his pants and began stroking himself at the thought.

Soon, Vegeta would be his!

As he shuddered and spilled himself on Bulma's bathroom floor, Yamcha laughed again, with pure bliss.

He couldn't wait until he and Vegeta became lovers!

He wanted it more than anything else. He could almost taste it! Almost taste the saltiness as the Saiyan Prince came in his mouth, growling and fisting his hands in his hair as he swallowed every last drop.

Groaning, Yamcha felt himself hardening again, and shrugged. Why not?

Two minutes later, he had cleaned up his `mess' and walked out of the bathroom, whistling.

"Ready to go, Bulma?" he asked his bride-to-be.

Bulma gave him a shaky smile, and nodded. While he had been making use of the, er, facilities, she had changed into her wedding dress.

She twirled around in it, giving him the entire view. "Do you like it?" she asked. It was a beautiful dress, white as snow. The off-the-shoulder neckline accentuated her perfect breasts, with just enough cleavage to hint at their fullness without giving away the full mystery. The fabric of the diamond-studded bodice hugged the curves of her upper body all the way to her hips, where the full, silk skirt took over, flowing gracefully to the floor, making her seem to float, like an enchanting princess.

Yamcha blink. "Damn!" he said, his eyes bulging out and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he stared at her.

Another plus to his plan: He'd get to sleep with Bulma!

Hot damn!

Yamcha grinned. "Let's not keep our guests waiting!" he exclaimed, grabbing her arm and dragging her out to his car.

Bulma attempted to smile, but couldn't quite make it. "Whatever you say, Yamcha dear."

Her heart sank as they left the Capsule Corp compound. Some silly little part of her had hoped that Vegeta would appear out of nowhere, tell Yamcha to go to HFIL, then kiss her until the cows came home, and fly off, with her in his arms, to the secret location where her marriage to Yamcha would have been. Only, she wouldn't have married Yamcha-the groom would have been Vegeta!

Bulma sighed, looking back as Capsule Corp faded into the distance.

If only …

Too bad she missed the figure in the sky, flying towards Capsule Corp.

Too bad he arrived five minutes after Bulma and Yamcha left to attend their wedding.

Too bad he would have been willing to fulfill all of her dreams, if only she'd been there when he arrived.

A/N: Uh oh!! This is getting more cliché by the minute, no? ^.~ Well, I might still have a few tricks up my sleave … or maybe not … I'm not quite sure! ^.^ I guess you'll just have to wait and find out, huh?

Next Chapter: WEDDING TIME!! So, what do you think will happen? Will Veggie get there in time to stop the marriage? Will he get there too late, and end up having and adulterous affair with Yamcha's new wife? Will he just give up and say "Fuck her!" and then go off and meet someone else?! Most importantly: will Yamcha's dreams ever come true?!

Why don't you tell me? ^.~ The review button's right there, hun. ^.~ Just do it. ^.~ C'mon, you know you want to! ^.~

Love, Tina

BTW: Go read xangeliz91487x's fic "Yin and Yang" and review, because I've been told that more reviews=faster updates! ^.^ One of the unwritten (or rather, overwritten!) laws of fanfiction! ^.~ Hehe!